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Do You Believe?

By: Xesevoli



He was sitting across from her in a lounge chair as he anticipated what was to happen next. Meanwhile a corner of his mind was reviewing parts of his life. 

He still owed it all to Grandpa. Grandpa had been dead for nearly twenty years, but Gramps was still very real in his mind. Grandpa was the one that inspired him to greater things. He was an engineer now just like Gramps was, and even though he was more than twenty years out of school, it was still a strong memory.

Stronger still were the years since. After he'd received a Master's degree he contemplated on what to do next. Gramps could do some strange things. Nobody messed with Gramps, cause Gramps could 'get even' with anyone. Still further back his thoughts drifted.

It was a warm summer day and he and Gramps were at the beach when Gramps noticed a big guy bothering Grandma. Gramps had quietly approached the guy and asked him to stop bothering his wife. The big guy pushed Gramps down and continued with Grandma. All of a sudden the guy doubled over and started to puke right there on the spot. Grandpa smiled as the guy reached for his own balls.

Gramps was like that. One day he was on a park bench and Grandpa was feeding the pigeons when an old lady came up and started hollering at him. She told him he shouldn't encourage the pigeons that way. When Gramps continued, the woman snatched the small bag of feed from gramps hands, cursed him, and walked away with it.

She threw the feed into the trash can and then sat on another bench about a hundred feet away. Gramps looked at her and smiled. I didn't know how, but I knew something was going to happen so I watched her. Pretty soon the lady started squirming, and then smoothed her skirt. She looked around and crossed her legs. She squirmed again and then grabbed her breasts. Soon, she reached under her skirt and started rubbing with both hands.

A cop walked by and the lady just stared at him while she kept rubbing. The cop walked over to Gramps and commented how there were all kinds of nuts in the park. Gramps only shook his head. It was years later before he was old enough to ask Gramps about some of the things he'd watched Gramps doing.

It'd turned out that Gramps had been in the military in the Far East. He'd held a fascination for different philosophies and cultures and so he'd taken his discharge in India. He'd already completed his formal education before entering the military and wanted to learn more about the people in that part of the world.  One of the things Gramps did was to travel to Nepal and spend many years traveling between two monasteries. Gramps said he'd learned a lot.

One of the things Gramps had learned was control of his own mind. And the ability to leave his body. He even learned the arts of Remote Viewing and telekinesis. Gramps could do more than move things just by using his mind. Even Grandma would smile and say that Grandpa could do anything he'd set his mind to.

With a child's curiosity and profound admiration of his Grandfather he set his goal to follow in Gramp's footsteps. Gramps had described the location of those monasteries and he'd found them himself after graduation. Entrance into the monastic life required dedication of a part of his life to their teachings even after he'd mastered them. He'd served his apprenticeship and now returned to western civilization.

He was looking for a wife that mirrored his own Grandmother's ability to be dedicated and still love. He'd been looking now for a few months when he noticed this cruise. It was the third day into the ten day voyage when he saw her and began exploring. The obvious place to start was to use a bit of remote viewing.

He watched her going to her compartment that afternoon and watched her relax and read. Later he'd watched her disrobe and prepare ready for bed. The vibrator surprised him because she'd not seemed versed in her own sexuality. He watched with anticipation as she applied it. The fact that she was under the bed's covering was no obstacle to what he could view. Approximately half way through her endeavor the batteries died. Her frustration at having to stop and retrieve a new set from her luggage amused him.

It became more amusing when she'd crawled back in bed and prepared to use it and it didn't work. Nearly frustrated she checked the batteries again and found she'd put one of them in backwards. She had a marvelous body and her sexuality was now not an issue, but he'd continued to watch and became aroused also. When she finally started to climax he'd started to realize that this might be the woman he was looking for.

Later that night he'd visited her room again mentally and used his mind to examine and caress her body. Several times she's started to awaken and he'd paused in his ministrations. Her breasts were perfection and he felt their firmness and aroused her nipples. He'd run his fingers over her back and across her beautiful ass feeling those firm round cheeks. Her legs too were firm and strong. As he started up her front, he'd paused at her mound and slowly caressed her inner thighs and lips. He'd run his fingers through a tiny tuft of hair at the top and down between her lips. He'd touched her clit and felt it, too, respond quickly and rigidly. She'd moaned then and he'd only given her a moment's pleasure before resuming his travels. 

He'd again reached her breasts and gave them additional attention. He crossed to her neck, circled it and bent forward to kiss it. His mouth traveled lightly to her lips and they were sweet and so very right to him. He noted with appreciation those spots that caused tiny goose bumps on her body. Her neck and shoulders, her back, her cheeks, her inner thighs, her tummy and obviously both her breasts and her pussy. She was ticklish as he kissed those sweet spots under her arms and in the cleft of her neck.

After her earlier 'adventure' with the vibrator and his current attentions she was at peace with the world and feeling only pleasure. Back in his own compartment, he opened his eyes and sat up. His hard-on was nearly unbearable, but he willed it to relax. He now began planning a small series of distractions to note how she'd respond.

The next morning he was with her as she showered and was in that special place while she'd shaved. She'd almost lost it when he ran his fingers across her wet, freshly shaven lips and totally confused her by the sensation. Preparing for the day had been foremost in her mind, not sex, and yet here she was instantly aroused by a hand that wasn't there. She was still puzzled as she'd dressed sans bra and panties and headed for breakfast.

The ship was in the tropics now and it was warm so she'd worn only a very light v-necked sweater and hip hugger shorts. After all she'd thought, I'm here to try and attract someone and have some fun. She had been divorced almost two years ago and had only a few nibbles for dates in that time. She'd taken a part of her alimony and saved the rest to get on this cruise. She'd worked hard preparing herself. Trimness was not always a problem with her, but this time she wanted to be perfect if she found mister right.

She had just taken her plate to an empty table and started to sit when she'd heard a gentle voice offering to help her with the chair. She'd turned and smiled at the tall stranger with the dark eyes. Or were they dark? Now they seemed luminous. Had she imagined it? He stood behind the chair waiting for to sit and it was a moment before she realized it. She was fascinated by him, and he mentally noted the sudden increase in dampness beneath her shorts.

He left and returned a moment later with a plate and asked if he might join her. She smiled and replied by introducing herself. He commented on her lovely smile and joined her. He watched her impeccable manners and attention to all around her. She was very beautiful in the morning's sunlight.

While they ate, he began his mental gymnastics. A steward appeared with glasses and a pitcher of orange juice and served them. She picked up the glass as he'd left and started to take a sip. His finger started at her navel and stroked softly upward and as she noted the touch she was so startled that she almost spit out the juice and almost dropped the glass. He smiled and asked if she was alright. Her confused look and reply told him much.

Now he'd moved to her breasts and with fingers on one nipple and mouth at the other she was so sensitive and startled that she almost swallowed a half glass of juice. She was embarrassed and apologizing, but he was relentless and again asked if she was okay. Her nod and lack of vocalization told him how much she enjoyed what was happening.

He released and moved away and she looked pained. She'd actually wanted it to go on even though she was in public view with a stranger. And yet she could say nothing, without appearing deranged at what hadn't happened. He let her almost finish her breakfast, although he could sense that she really wasn't hungry now, before he mentally kissed that spot on her neck.

She'd closed her eyes and nearly swooned and bent her head away. He continued for a moment before retreating again. Her eyes opened in disappointment and she looked around. He pretended to be busy finishing his own meal. 

She sat back and watched him and he didn't look back. She seemed to be wondering. When he'd finished and was sipping the last of his coffee he looked her in the eyes and asked if she'd like to play tennis or shuffleboard. Perhaps he asked she'd be interested in attending a shipboard lecture on secrets of the Far East that was about to start in one of the meeting rooms. She smiled and elected the lecture.

They walked together to the lecture and found seats to one side. When it started, the lecture was pretty well canned and boring. As he noted her mind drifting in the darkened room, he began another distraction. He put an arm on the back of her chair and she didn't mind. In fact she leaned back against it.

Her pussy was still damp from his previous excursion but he merely tasted it and cleaned it. Her head shot up, she was no longer drowsy. Now he moved to her clit. She obviously had trouble understanding what was happening, and it was in public. She tried desperately to sit still, but couldn't master it. She squirmed and moved hands to her lap as I continued. She let out a slight hissed moan and pressed her hands more firmly onto her shorts.

Just as a person must be susceptible in order to be hypnotized, it is necessary for a person to be susceptible to mind probes and mental manipulation. She was an excellent 'subject' and her current state of mind left her mind and body open to him. Not wishing to embarrass her, he'd slowly eased back and out. Again he sensed her disappointment.

When the lecture was over she asked him if he'd like to go watch the seagulls with her at the railing. He'd like that he replied. They walked together and he held out his hand and she took it. While they were at the rail she asked about him and they traded questions and answers. He'd already sensed most of her answers and questions but he enjoyed her company and he wasn't finished yet.

A lone seagull circled overhead, the rest were busy wave hopping and feeding or circling the water well below them. He pointed to the bird and began a slow tongue circle of her clit in time with the circling of the gull. She had to grab the railing and hold on. He put his arm around her and held her while he worked. Her eyes were closed and her head against his shoulder when she climaxed the first time. He felt the slight shudder and watched the rapid eye movement under her closed lids. She was breathing hard.

He stopped and asked her again if she was alright. She seemed to stutter and then replied that she thought maybe the seagull's circling had hypnotized her. She replied softly that she'd just had a very strange sensation. She wouldn't elaborate, but he noted her wetness and cleaned her again. This time she said that she had to sit down for a minute. He kneeled and made a seat for her with his knee.

After a few moments she stood again on wobbly legs and they returned to the lounge area. She rested and he didn't bother her for awhile. He asked if she'd like lunch and she replied happily that she was indeed hungry. During lunch she asked if he'd ever done any traveling and he told her about his travels. She was amazed that he'd spent more than ten years in the monasteries, and asked him if he didn't get hungry for female company. He admitted that he did, but keeping busy kept his mind occupied at those times.

They had a nice talk and then toured every part of the ship that was open to passengers. It was good exercise and they'd covered a few miles together when they returned. He asked if she'd have dinner with him tonight and possibly dance together. She looked deep into his eyes and must have sensed his interest and said yes. But, she said if I'm going to dance after this walk, I need to rest. Can you come get me at seven she asked? He said that he'd be happy to and she gave him her compartment number. He walked her there and said goodbye at the door.

He didn't really leave her but kept watch from within her room. She was very tired and he knew she'd had a busy day. She removed her shoes and went in to examine herself in the bathroom. Indeed her lips were swollen and she was cleaned. She used her finger to test and on a whim she raised it to her nose after. She could smell the man she'd been with. Did her hand retain his scent? She wasn't sure, so she washed her hands, dried and smelled them. All she smelled was the scent of the soap. This time when she tested and returned the test to her nose, she smelled him again.

What had happened? He was a very nice man and she felt so attracted that she might be willing to go to bed with him. But, she hadn't. Still, there were those sensations all day long but he'd never been closer than a hug. She lay on the bed, deep in thought until she drifted off to sleep. He explored her gentle, warm body again and felt the same thrills as last night. He could taste her on his tongue and she was delicious. Without realizing it, his hand had slipped down the front of his pants and he was holding his rigid member. Gently he began to stroke.

When he returned from his exploration he was again amazed at the hard-on he was nursing. This time it took a great deal of concentration to suppress it. At six-thirty he called on the ship's phone system and awakened her.  She'd still been asleep and sounded it when answering. She hurried to take a shower and dress. She laid out the bra and panties with her short, low-cut red evening dress. It would be perfect for the dance she thought as she went in to the shower. It felt good to feel the shower massage and she spent an extra five minutes relieving her tensions.

When she came back to the bed and started to dress, the bra and panties were gone and her more conservative buttoned front bright green evening dress was in their place. She got up quickly and checked her drawer and closet. The bra and panty were back in the drawer and the dress was neatly hung back in the closet. She stood naked and staring and then hurried to check the compartment door. The door was locked and the chain still latched it. How had this happened she wondered?

Well, she continued in thought, if that's what my fairy god-mother wants then that's what I'll wear. She looked down and was happy to see the red heels exactly where she'd put them earlier. At least that was a sign that she wasn't totally out of her mind. She replaced the red ones with her black heels and then dressed. She'd feel a little strange with nothing under that dress, but then she'd been that way all day, so she left them off.

She was checking herself in the mirror when she heard his knock. She glanced down and noticed that her nipples slowed slightly, but they were relaxed. She opened the door and he was speechless. Finally he got it together enough to compliment her looks. She was pleased at his reaction and wondered again about this handsome stranger. They went to dinner.

The food was well-prepared and delicious, but they neither one had their mind on food as they ate. He couldn't take it longer and mentally reached over and fondled her breasts. She felt it and closed her eyes. He watched the slight bumps of nipple grow to full extension and his mouth watered. He tasted and lapped and finally took one after another into his mouth. She gasped and was breathing hard, and his erection was complete.

When she momentarily opened her eyes in the midst of his playing she noticed that his eyes were closed too. She closed her eyes again and enjoyed the pleasure. When she felt that it was near an end, she asked a question in her mind without opening her mouth. She called him by name and asked if he had enjoyed that, too. Instantly the mouth was gone, and she opened her eyes to note that his mouth had dropped open also. He was embarrassed and blushing. She thought she had her answer.

She said nothing about the experience and he was grateful as they headed to the ballroom. The first dance was a slow one and they fit perfectly together in each other's arms. The second was a modern dance and he didn't know the dance. Fortunately another guy came up and cut in. At least, he thought, she'll enjoy the dance. But, as he looked up he noticed that the guy had gotten too close and his hand had dropped to her butt and he was massaging it. She kept raising his hand, but he insisted on putting it back each time.

Without realizing what he was doing, from forty feet away he grabbed the guy's balls right through the pants and squeezed. The guy stopped and tried to free them, and then he turned green as the pressure increased. Finally, he ran off leaving her in the middle of the dance floor. He hurried to her side and asked what happened. She told him that she didn't have a clue as they walked back to a table. I didn't mean to he thought, but the jerk deserved it.

The band continued to play as they sat out the next two tunes. The third was announced and they got up together. It was a Tango and they did the dance of love together flawlessly. They were both heavily aroused when they returned to the table. She remembered something a friend had told her. The friend was giving a gift and then told her how to use the gift. It had many facets she'd explained and then told her that it would only work on someone she felt close to. Her friend was a white witch.

Now, she looked at him and asked if she could try something. He replied sure, would it be a dance or perhaps a drink with a parasol?  She smiled and closed her eyes. A few moments went by and suddenly he felt something. It was delicious he thought as it peaked. It was as if his entire body was being licked by a giant soft, wet tongue. Slowly it changed and he felt the tongue around his cock. He'd been holding her hand and when it got too intense his hand had clenched and the slight pain had brought her back. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

She asked if he was alright. It took him a moment to answer because he'd been on the verge of climaxing. He looked panicked and asked her if she'd just done that. Done what she asked and smiled back innocently. She innocently closed her eyes again, and he was in ecstasy again. This time it took all the reserve he could muster to stand up and pull her to her feet too. She opened her eyes and asked what his problem was.

He looked deep into her eyes and he knew. Where did you learn that he asked? She just smiled. He asked again and added that it wasn't fair to do that to a man in public. She smiled and asked of it was okay to do it to her in public but he couldn't take it himself?

He escorted her quickly out onto the deck and they walked to a lonely spot on the railing overlooking the waves. He smiled and asked her how she knew. She didn't at first she replied, but awhile ago she'd sensed that it was coming from him.  He explained what he'd done and where he'd learned it, and why he'd done it. She had no idea of the full complement of things he could do, but she'd experienced some of them. When he'd finished, they kissed and then he asked her. She told him about the white witch. He asked what else she could do, and she replied honestly that she didn't know. She'd never tried and hadn't really believed it until a few minutes ago when he'd responded.


Do You Believe?



When I left the big city I had lots of good reasons. I hated having neighbors twenty feet from my bedroom. I hated that there was always machine noise; from cars, TV's, sirens, brakes, and leaf blowers. I liked that if I wanted something it was close. I hated that whatever it was I wanted I had to stand in line to get it. I was in my mid fifties and figured I'd spent at least a year in line!

I got lucky. I came into some unexpected money. I decided that all the reading and work I'd done on me deserved a reward. All the years of working at jobs I didn't particularly like deserved a reward. I bought a pick up, sold almost all my stuff including my house near the beach, transferred my mail delivery to my sister's address up in Oregon and went looking for a new place to live.

I pulled out of Los Angeles on a Monday morning. I closed the door of my new truck at 5:30 in the morning with me inside and headed north. I wasn't interested in finding a big city, or a busy city to live in. I like the ocean. Hell, I like water. So I had mapped out a few small towns near water to look at.

Four days later I was in Oregon. Two more days of wandering around southern Oregon and I stopped for lunch in a cute little town. The diner was a store front in the two block town. There were six tables, each with a different colored tablecloth. The waitress was wearing jeans, a western shirt and boots. She was about fifty. On the totally subjective scale of between one and ten I gave her a six, until she smiled. That smile pushed her score to nine.

She came over to my table and said, "Hi. I'm Matty. You want lunch or breakfast?"

I told her I wanted lunch and she told me my choices. No menu. After she told me the five choices I asked price. I was told that whatever I ordered the price was six bucks. I ordered. She disappeared into the back for three minutes and brought back my lunch.

She put the plate in front of me, got me something to drink and then did something I'd never seen before in a cafe. She sat down with me and we talked while I ate.

By the time the meal was over I had an idea about staying in this town for a while. I asked Matty about a place to stay and she left me for a couple minutes, made two phone calls and came back asking if I wanted near the river or closer to town. I picked near the river.

"Well, let's go then."

Matty hung the closed sign in the window and we walked out to my truck. She pointed things out as we drove and ten minutes later we were at a house on a small hill overlooking the river. It was a two story farm house with a porch going around three sides and two rocking chairs on the side facing the river.

"Who lives here?" I asked.

"You do. That is if it's OK with you." 

We walked up on the porch, walked the full length of the porch and Matty told me about the place. The nearest neighbors were half a mile farther down the road. The road that got us from the highway only had three farms on it so there wasn't much traffic. Then she took me inside. 

The downstairs was out of my memories from childhood. The front door was like the front door I remembered from when I was little. It had an oval beveled glass window in it and when you closed the door the window rattled just a little. The living room had one chair and a small couch facing a fireplace. The dining room had a round oak table and three ladder backed chairs. It looked and felt like the farm house I lived in as a kid. 

There was one bedroom and a bathroom downstairs and three more bedrooms and another bath upstairs. We talked rent for thirteen seconds and I took it. When I asked who I paid the rent to I was not too surprised that it was Matty. I gave her two months in cash.

She took the money and stuffed it in her back pocket. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. There was a little tongue in the kiss. I gave a little back. She asked if I needed a written receipt or if a lip receipt would do. I asked if I would always get a lip receipt when I paid the rent.

"Any time, Honey. Anytime."

She looked at her watch and said she needed to get back to town. She was expecting her regulars for dinner in an hour. I took her back into town and stayed for dinner. I was introduced to the regulars. One of the families lived north of town and they were retired. The other family had the farm at the end of the road where my place was.

They were in their early forties and had their nineteen year old daughter with them. They were dressed in work clothes and those clothes were well worn. Mr. Nilsson said they farmed and I believed him. His wife introduced herself as Sarah and Matty told me that she made the best berry preserves in the county, and had the blue ribbons as proof. Sarah also introduced their daughter, Pam.

At first look Pam wasn't attracting my attention very much. She was wearing a long sleeved cotton shirt tucked into bib overalls. Both the shirt and the overalls looked like they were her Dad's. Her hair was blond and hadn't been brushed since morning by the look of it. She wore no make up. When she looked up at me as we were introduced I thought she would faint. Then I noticed that her mother looked at me again and all the color drained from her face. Matty introduced the daughter to me again and she shook my hand and smiled. She learned that smile from Matty. Now she had my attention. I wondered about the look both she and her mother had on their faces, but I didn't say anything.

I went back to my table and finished dinner. When the Nilsson's were finished they stopped at my table and Mr. Nilsson asked if he could send Pam over in the morning to help me find things and get settled in. She knew my place well as she had been keeping it clean for Matty. I accepted and they said great. 

I was the last diner out that night and Matty gave me another lip receipt before I left. She also seemed right on the edge of laughing about some private joke.

When I got to the house I realized that it wasn't locked and I didn't have a key. I found a light switch, went to the bathroom, stripped and went to bed in the downstairs bedroom. The quilt on the bed was handmade, not machine sewed, and was a log cabin pattern that I had on my bed when I was a kid. This one was in about five shades and patterns of green material.

When my eyes opened it was starting to get light outside. Pam was standing in the doorway. Clean shirt, clean bibs, brushed hair. She was blushing. I saw the tent I was making of the covers and turned a bit to take it out of her view.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nick. No one knocks around here and I never saw anyone sleep in before. I thought you would be up."

"I'm from the city. In the city this is still night. Don't feel badly. I'm not offended. Now, give me a couple minutes and I'll get dressed."

"I brought some stuff to make breakfast for you. Momma said you probably hadn't gone to the market yet." She turned and was gone. 

I got up, showered and dressed. By the time I walked into the kitchen she had breakfast on the table. She must have thought I was going to pull a plow through forty acres of dirt. On my plate were five eggs, three pieces of toast and a slice of ham that must have been almost half a pound! She washed the frying pan and then came over and sat with me as I ate.

She told me about life here in southern Oregon and she asked lots of questions about Los Angeles. She had lived on the farm and in this town all her life. She stayed because her parents needed her and she didn't have enough education to do anything but farm, she said. After I ate as much as I could she cleaned up the kitchen and we unloaded the truck. I brought in all my computer stuff and we made one upstairs bedroom my office. Pam thought the one with a nice view of the river would be the best. We put all the computer stuff in there and then put my clothes in the closet of the downstairs bedroom; my books on the floor of the living room and my two boxes of personal stuff went into the bathroom and the kitchen.

Pam worked hard and asked lots of good questions. By ten in the morning I was tired. Pam wasn't. She recommended that we make out a list of things I wanted from town and then she'd show me where to get everything.

As we made out the list she pointed out things that she thought I needed for the house. She thought a new strainer for the kitchen sink would be a good idea and a plunger for the bathroom. She said both of the ones in the house didn't work very well, they were old.

We went to town. After we went to "the store" we went to "the grocery." Then we stopped in to say Hi to Matty. When I looked through the front window of Matty's I saw her look up and see us coming. She unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt. I smiled.

Pam and I each had a cup of Matty's coffee. When I paid the bill Matty gave me a lip receipt in duplicate. It was very nice and felt a lot like an invitation to come back for desert.

In the truck headed back for the house Pam asked, "You like Matty?"

"Yeah. Nice lady."

"She told me that you don't know anything about us. Why did you come here?"

"I came here cause I was tired of living in the big city. Millions of people and no one close. I want to live somewhere quiet. I want to know people. I want to feel like I belong somewhere."

I drove on and then said, "And what is there to know about you folks?"

"Dad says that our attitudes are different here than out there. I wouldn't know. I've never been out there. Maybe over the next few weeks you can tell me about people out there and I'll know what Dad's talking about?" 

We arrived at the house and spent the next hour or so getting things put away. When I was done putting things in the basement I went looking for Pam. I found her standing in the doorway to the bedroom where I had slept. The bed was made. I hadn't made it. As I walked up to her she turned and gave me that wonderful knee-weakening smile I had seen in Matty's the night before.

"Are you hungry?" She asked.

"After that huge breakfast? No. I may not eat lunch today at all."

"I think that might be a mistake. Momma wants us to come for lunch. You'll like Momma. You'll really like momma's cooking." She kept looking at me like she saw something or knew something that was a secret being kept from me.

In the truck she sat near but not touching me. When we got to her family farm we were greeted by a big black Labrador dog. He met us at the gate and ran alongside up to the house.

"His name is Amor." Pam told me. "It means Love."

"I like the name and the dog." I scratched him and he seemed to like me too.

We found Mr. Nilsson in the barn. He was finishing a desktop. The desk was in three pieces and everything else was done. From what I could see it was a well made desk. All I could see was the piece of desk top he was applying finish to. The top appeared to be made of a burl with light oak around the edges. Pam thanked him and kissed him. I guessed the desk was for her.

As Mr. Nilsson and I talked Pam went into the house. When she came out she was carrying a box. She put it in the back of the truck and came back into the barn. Mr. Nilsson and I were done so I shook his hand and we left the barn.

I didn't ask about the box.

Lunch was wonderful. A salad filled with fresh from the garden everything, a ham and cheese sandwich on homemade bread with mustard that Pam told me her momma had made. I wasn't very hungry but I ate it. It tasted better than any salad or sandwich I'd eaten in a very long time.

Back at the house Pam went back to work. I went upstairs and measured the room that was to be my office. I sketched a desk, added measurements and wondered if there was someone in town who could make it for me. I carried the pad downstairs and figured I'd ask Mr. Nilsson if he knew anyone who could make it. I hesitated to ask him to do it as I knew his farm took up a lot of his time. 

Pam swept the place, cleaned the windows, and was working on watering the plants around the outside of the house when I finished making my standard plank and brick hippy bookcase and loaded it. As I stepped out on the porch she aimed the hose at the porch and soaked me.

I yelled and chased after her. We were laughing and she was saying it was an accident. When I caught her I took the hose and soaked her with it. She ran out of range and stood laughing and facing me with water dripping off her.

I walked over and shut the water off. When I turned back around I almost passed out. Pam was standing next to the clothes line hanging the bib overalls over the line. I saw her butt covered with blue panties and I watched as she unbuttoned the shirt and took it off. As she hung the shirt on the line I could see the line of matching blue across her back. I was frozen to the spot.

Her legs were slender and strong looking. Her butt tight and looked delicious. She reached back and undid the bra and hung it over the line. I noticed that there were no tan lines on her back. She bent and pushed the panties down and off. They went on the line. She stood still for a moment and then I heard her say, "Well, are you just going to stand there wet all afternoon?"

She bent and slipped her feet back into her boots and then walked to me. I didn't move. I watched as her breasts bounced ever so slightly as she walked. I saw her tight hard nipples. I saw her hard body and I saw that she had no pubic hair. And, I saw that wonderful smile.

When she got to me she stopped and started undressing me. "If you stay in those wet clothes you'll get a cold."

Together we got me undressed. She took my clothes to the line and hung them. When she came back she put her hand on my erection and said, "I guess I could have just hung the clothes here." She giggled.

I reached for her. She stood very still and gave me access to all of her. When I touched her hard nipples she moaned and pressed herself into my hands. I hugged her to me and then I kissed her. Matty not only taught her to smile but also taught her to kiss! My mouth had been completely explored and mapped when that kiss ended. My hands were holding her against me and her hands were both on my cock. I was almost sure that if she moved them at all I would cum.

"I think we'd better get out of the direct sun." Pam said as she guided me towards the porch.

She guided me to a rocking chair and when I sat down she climbed in with me. She straddled me and hooked her legs over the arms of the chair putting her bald pussy against my hard cock.

She used one hand to hold my cock against her slit and she wiggled. I know my eyes were wide and I was still a bit confused that all this was happening so quickly. Pam looked at my face and whispered, "It's OK to fuck me. I'm on the pill."

I lifted her by grabbing her ass and lifting, just enough for her to position my head at her opening. I lowered her as slowly as I could until her vulva was pressed tightly against my pubic bone. She leaned back a little and I bent, taking as much of her breast in my mouth as I could. Pam moaned and ground her pussy against me tightening her vaginal walls and driving me crazy.

"Suck harder," She whispered.

I did. I also put my hands back on her ass and helped her lift and fall on me. Pam felt so good on my cock. Her nipple felt and tasted so good in my mouth. Time passed. She stopped and climbed off of me and out of the chair. She walked to the porch railing and bent at the waist. She grabbed the railing and looked out at the river.

"I've always thought this would be a great place to fuck." She said.

I stepped up behind her and slid into her pussy. I pumped and she squealed. I pumped more and she urged me on. I held on to her hips and slammed against her ass as I fucked her for all I was worth.

"Don't stop! I can feel you balls slapping my pussy! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

I felt her pussy spasm and grip me like a vise. A wonderful, hot, wet vise. She screamed and shook for a long time. I kept pounding into her.

Somewhere in my past there was a time when I felt the build up leading to my orgasm. I felt my balls tighten. Not this time. I was suddenly there. I kept thrusting! Moaned, yelled, said swear words, I have no idea. My knees went rubbery. If Pam wasn't in such good shape I would have fallen. I held on to her hips and kept my cock inside her until I regained some control over my own body.

I relaxed my hold on her hips and my now limp cock slid out of her. "Oh," was all she said.

Not trusting my ability to walk, I sat right there on the porch. As soon as my ass hit wood I noticed that Pam's pussy was right in front of my mouth. I could see my cum starting to drip from her.

I put a hand on each cheek of her beautiful ass and stuck my tongue into her. She jerked and was washed by another orgasm. I sucked all the juice from her and sucked her clit as well. Another orgasm weakened her knees and she panted, "Stop! Please stop or I'll die."

I helped her to turn and she sat straddling me on the porch. Her arms wrapped around me and she put her head on my shoulder. I leaned back and found I could easily lean against the house. Pam and I sat in the shade of the house and fell asleep.

It was getting dark when Pam woke up. She sat up slowly and put a nipple against my lips. I woke up and when I realized what was at my lips I sucked it in. It was not long before we both felt the effect she was having on my anatomy. Pam rocked back and forth against my cock ever so gently. I got harder and she rocked some more. 

I released her nipple and kissed her mouth. I was sure she knew if I still had tonsils her tongue exploration was that through. I started to move, to change positions.

"Please stay just like this. This feels so good." She kissed me again.

My hands held her ass and assisted her rocking motion. She pinched my nipples and bit my neck. I could feel the tension building in me towards another explosion of cum.

"I'm getting close." I whispered.

Pam lifted herself a little and inserted my cock in her wetness. As she hit bottom she resumed rocking. Slowly.

Minutes passed. I don't know how I kept from cumming for so long. She was rubbing every part of my cock, gently and insistently. Her breathing changed. The skin of her chest mottled and Pam tilted her head back and a long low throaty moan began. I couldn't hold back another second. I lifted my hips and thrust hard into her. Her moan became a wail and her hands grabbed at my shoulders.

As we came down, panting and grasping at each other Pam snuggled in again and fell asleep.

Pam stood up suddenly. I woke up and instantly was aware that I had been sitting on the porch too long. Pam giggled and said maybe we should get dressed and go inside.

I loved watching her run over to the clothes line and retrieve our clothes. She carried them against her chest and I watched her walk back to me catching glimpses of her pussy as she walked.

"You need help getting up?" She asked.

"No. Just time." 

I put my hands on the porch and started to get up. I was stuck to the porch with all the juices we both had issued.

"Damn, woman. You glued me to the porch."

"Don't move! I'll be right back." 

She ran into the house and returned a couple minutes later with warm water and a wash cloth. I'm sure the warm water did the job but the scrubbing caresses she gave with the wash cloth were worth being stuck to the porch. She giggled all the time she was unsticking me from the porch.

We went inside and showered. I was amazed at the amount of crust that was on both of us. I was amazed at how much fun we had cleaning it off.

Out of the shower Pam used a towel and then headed for the kitchen. I wrapped the towel around me and followed. By the time I got there Pam had dinner going. She moved around the kitchen like she'd spent her life in that very kitchen. 




Do You Believe?



Pam served dinner and sat down with me to eat. Half way through the meal she looked up and asked, "So how do you like me so far?"

I pointed out that the only time all day that I wasn't smiling was when I had some part of her in my mouth.

We finished dinner, did the dishes together and kissed some more. Pam was still nude. So was I.

"Pam, maybe we should get dressed and I'll take you home."

"If you don't want me to stay." She was standing five feet away looking at me like I was about to decide the fate of the world.

"Won't your parents be wondering where you are?"

"They both know where I am. They both know it was my intention to fuck you today. I'm sure they both assume that since I'm not home already that I have fucked you and that I'm spending the night."

"And they're OK with that?"

"Member the cool reception you got from my daddy when you met at Matty's?"

"Yeah."

"You were or are my daddy's nightmare in the flesh." 

She took my arm and led me to the small couch. She sat me down and sat next to me with her legs over mine.

"When the family that owned this house sold it to Matty a few years ago and I got the job of taking care of the place I told Momma that a wonderful, smart man was gonna buy the place and I was gonna love him. Momma said that whoever bought this place would be a family not a single man."

"And?"

"And I've been saying I was gonna love that man for the past four years. Matty said I cursed the place. She's had twenty families come looking at it. None even made an offer. She called daddy right after you took the place and said to come to dinner that night. She didn't say why. When she introduced you and said you had rented this place I think daddy just about had a heart attack."

"I've been here all of two days."

"And I can't decide to love you in two days?"

"My head is lining up reasons why you can't love me. You want a list? I've never felt the feelings I'm having quite like I'm feeling them, but I don't think its love."

"OK. I can be with that. I just need to be honest with you and tell you I've loved you for four years already. I know the rent's paid for two months and I'm not going anywhere. Take your time."

That said she went out to the truck and brought in the box. 

"Where can I put my stuff?"

"Are you moving in?"

"No, silly. I still need to be at home most days to help with the farm. This is my stuff for staying over. A change of clothes, extra underwear, toothbrush, stuff like that."

"Oh. Put your stuff right beside mine. That's where you want it."

Pam and the box went into the downstairs bedroom and bath and five minutes passed. I heard her come out of the bathroom and watched as she came into view. I felt good even being able to watch her. Her energy and joy were contagious.

When we went to bed we fit together the way people who have slept together for a long time and still love it fit together. 

When I woke up the next morning I was in bed alone. It was dawn. I noticed the odor of sex was in the bedroom and I recalled why and smiled. There was a note on the pillow next to me.

"Got lots to do today at the farm. If you want me back tonight come for me as the sun goes down. Stay for dinner. Momma is a good cook. Love, Pam."

I had cereal for breakfast and drove into town. I went to "the store" and got more boards and bricks for my hippy bookshelves. I found out how to get phone service and was surprised that the guy told me he'd have it up and running by dark. He even gave me a phone number. I waited seven weeks once in Los Angeles. As I was leaving the store Bob, the owner, came out to my truck and said Matty wanted to see me. I thanked him and went to Matty's.

"Well, well, don't you look better'n a new pair a jeans!" Matty smiled as I came through the door. Her place was empty. I sat at the table with her and she poured me a cup of coffee. After I had half inside she spoke again.

"Are you in overwhelm yet?" She spoke softly and took a sip of her coffee.

"Is that what this feeling is called?"

"Yup. Seems to me that you've just been run over by love. It didn't look like love. It didn't sneak up on ya like love used to. But the more you think about her the more you think being loved by Pam just might be the best thing to happen to you in the past fifteen years."

"Matty, I don't even know her. I've been here less than a week. I don't even have my office set up or a phone. Love? I didn't come here looking for love, or even a relationship. I came here to get out of the big city."

"There are those who believe you came here in answer to Pam calling you here. Some kind of metaphysical energy stuff. It doesn't matter how you got here, or why you came. You are here. The other thing I know for sure is that Pam does love you."

"Jesus, Matty. She's nineteen!"

"When you go for dinner ask to see her room."

"I can't go there for dinner."

"Why? Because you fucked their daughter last night? They knew you were going to do it when they met you the other night. We all did. Hell, she'd have done you right here on this table that night if you'd given her half a hint you wanted to."

"What's in her bedroom?"

"You are. I won't say more but I will say I knew you when you walked in the other day."

"I think you're all nuts. I'll go for dinner. I'll ask to see her room. Should I take a bottle of wine or something?"

"I'll save you a long drive. The nearest store for wine is an hour away. I'll sell you one of my stash. It's one I know Mr. Nilsson likes. I also know he probably will welcome a glass or two. He's in overwhelm too."

She got the wine for me and I headed home. I puttered around and when the phone guy arrived I was sitting in a rocker on the porch. Ten minutes later he was on his way and I had phone service. I called my sister and asked her to send any mail I had and I gave her my phone number. She wanted to know all about the house, the town, the neighbors and I told her I would send her a letter or better an email with pictures soon. She pressed and I told her the house reminded me of the house we grew up in.

I showered, put on clean Levis and headed with wine to the Nilsson farm. Amor met me at the gate. I stopped the truck and he jumped into the back. When I stopped in front of the house Mrs. Nilsson and Pam were sitting on the steps. Amor jumped out of the truck and went to them.

Pam got up and ran to me. She hugged me and kissed me hello. Her momma stood on the bottom step of the porch and when I got close she took me in her arms and hugged me. I hugged back, a little surprised at her welcome. When the hug ended she kissed me. I sort of expected a peck on the cheek. I got everything except tongue. Then she put her arm around my waist and guided me into the house. 

In the living room Mrs. Nilsson told Pam to go get her daddy. She was out the door in a second. As she went I heard, "Yes, Momma."

Mrs. Nilsson said, "I know this is a bit uncomfortable for you. It is for us too and we've had four years to prepare. Just know that as far as we're concerned you're in the family. If you stay a week and then go, we'll survive. If you stay a year and then go, we'll be glad we had the year. If you stay, I'm going to hold you in my heart as a miracle."

That said Mr. Nilsson and Pam came in through the back door and Mr. Nilsson washed up out there and took off his boots as did Pam. We all sat at the table and ate a wonderful family dinner. Pam was right to say her momma was a great cook. 

During dinner the conversation was about work there on the farm. Five of the chickens had gotten out and two were still missing, presumed eaten. There was a delivery of hay coming tomorrow. And, Mr. Nilsson said my desk was ready to be delivered tomorrow morning if that would be OK.

"What desk?" I knew the sketch was still in the truck.

"Your desk. Didn't Pam tell you?"

"No. I made a sketch today of a desk I want for the room upstairs but I haven't shown it to anyone yet. Not even Pam."

"Do you have your sketch with you?" Momma asked.

"Sure. Out in the truck. I'll get it." I got up and went to the truck. 

As I left the house Mr. Nilsson said to Pam, "The drawing is in the barn. Get it, please."

Pam came in the back door as I came in the front. Each of us carried a quadrille ruled pad. I handed mine to Mr. Nilsson. He looked it over and smiled at Pam. Then he took the pad from Pam and handed it to me. The drawings were the same. The style of desk, the measurements, even the placement in the room were all the same. Down at the bottom right hand corner of the page was a dated note. "His desk, April 2001" Three years ago.

"Nick, would you like to see your desk?"

I followed them out to the barn. It was set up and shining and was exactly the desk I wanted. The burl top I had seen Mr. Nilsson working on was a part of this desk. I was stunned. I stood and looked for a long time.

"Wait. If the drawing was made three years ago why is the desk just finished now?"

"When I met you at Matty's I knew you needed it now. I have tried to tell myself that Pam was having a fantasy for four years. You are not a fantasy."

"I'm just a guy who rented a house."

"I don't think either of us can hold on to that theory any longer."

"Is there more? Is there something I still don't know? Wait. Matty said ask you to show me your room. Pam, show me your room please."

"I'll show you my room when we go to bed," Pam said smiling.

Was I being invited to spend the night? This couldn't be! My thoughts raced.

"Nick, I brought the levis you wore yesterday home with me this morning. They got washed and dried today. You have clean clothes for tomorrow right here. They're ready for tomorrow."

"This is crazy. I want to spend the night with Pam. I'm freaked that after knowing you all for less than a week I'm being invited to stay the night in Pam's room. No one's parents ever made me feel this welcome even after I'd married their daughter. I've only been here a couple of days and life has never moved faster. Please forgive me stumbling."

"You're married?" Momma's eyes were wide.

"Was. Five years. The Readers Digest version is that we were hit by a semi on our way back from Sturgis eight years ago. I spent two months in traction and she was buried in Colorado."

"You still ride?" Dad asked.

"The bike was totaled and so was my heart for riding. I've been driving pick ups ever since."

"Your right leg?" momma asked.

"Does it still show?"

"You favor it just a little. I know a little about injuries. Want me to look at it?"

"Let her look Nick. She has magic in her hands." Dad said.

She led me back to the living room and had me pull off the Levis. I stood and momma knelt by my legs and ran her hands up feeling the muscles and the nine inch scar on my thigh. 

She left the room after telling me to sit down. She came back with two towels and some ointment. Momma knelt on the rug and worked the ointment into the muscles of my leg. We talked as a family about the muscles and how tight they had become. She told me that I would be sore for a day because of what she was doing and that I needed to come back day after tomorrow for another treatment. About forty five minutes later she asked me to stand up. My leg felt really wonderful. I walked around the living room in my underwear and shirt like these folks were family.

Mr. Nilsson looked at his watch and said, "Bed time." He got up off the couch.

Momma got up too and as she passed Pam she softly said, "Give his leg a rest honey. You be on top."

Pam came to me carrying my pants and we followed Momma up the stairs.

"Am I staying in your room?"

"Yes. Don't worry it's not all pink ruffles."

"Darn. I was hoping it was." She punched me on the shoulder. Then she opened the door.

I wasn't ready. On the wall over her bed was a charcoal drawing about poster sized. It was of me. I was me four years ago when I still wore a beard. In the drawing I had on a Harley t-shirt. On the dresser was another drawing. In this one the beard was gone and I was standing by a truck. There was a cane in the picture.

"Momma had me put most of them away."

I sat on the bed. My head spun. This was beyond possible.

"I knew you were coming four years ago. I don't know how or why and I don't care. I'm yours."

"You don't even know me."

"Amor knows you. He has never jumped into anyone's truck except daddy's before today. He always gives the sniff and wait test to strangers. Until you. I've never seen momma touch anyone except daddy, Matty and me before you. We don't worry so much about how long we've known someone. We look at their heart and their energy. Your heart and my heart belong together. They fit. We fit."

Pam took off my shirt and her clothes. She helped me into bed and rode me just like Momma said to. First she rode my face and then she rode my cock. I tried to stay quiet but just as I was starting to climax I heard Mr. Nilsson groan loudly from down the hall. I followed his example and our ladies laughed out loud.

Minutes later we were all asleep.

Dark and early the next morning I was awakened with kisses. Pam turned on a small bed-side lamp and we dressed. I could feel where momma had worked the muscles in my leg. 

In the kitchen I discovered the most modern thing I had seen since I arrived in town. A coffee maker with an alarm clock built in. I looked closely and noticed that it was set to come on at five in the morning. The coffee was hot and just the way I like it. Strong.

The desk was in the barn in three pieces. We covered those pieces with three packing blankets. By eight in the morning the four of us had the desk in the office, the computer on it and all the desk stuff put in the desk. When we finished Mr. Nilsson asked what I did with the computer. I told him about my writing, the various jobs I had done using computers and he asked if I would assist them with holding their family business together with my computer skills. I said I would.

As we went back downstairs Mr. Nilsson stopped on the stairs and said, "From now on I would be honored if you would call me Hans or Dad."

He didn't say anything more. He just walked out to his truck and went home. Momma stayed with us. She and Pam worked in the house together and I took care of some things in the small barn I was using as a garage and storage shed.

At some point the doors to the barn opened wide and Pam and Momma came to visit. They brought iced tea and some fresh cookies. We arranged some hay bales as seats and sat and talked as we ate and shared the iced tea.

We talked about how Pam had been raised. Momma shared about how she and Hans had come to this area and why. Momma talked about love and how she believed that love wasn't something you fell into but was something you created out of an intention. I was starting to understand how Pam could be who she was. I still didn't get how she had loved me for four years, but I did accept it now.

They asked me about the way love had been in my life. They asked me what I wanted from the rest of my life. Then Momma asked me what I thought about affection. 

I told them that I believed that affection between people was probably one quick way to solve some of the worlds problems. I thought that if folks greeted each other with hugs and kisses that people would get along much better in the world.

All the while I was talking Momma was smiling. When I stopped she got off the bale and came to me. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was the kiss lovers give each other. My body was shocked but answered in kind. When Momma broke the kiss she spoke.

"Hans and I talked last night and this morning. He went back to the farm knowing that we were going to talk about all this. If the conversation went the way Pam and I thought it would Hans knows I will offer you my full affection. The conversation went just as we thought it would. Pam loves you. Pam wants to live with you and love you completely. Hans and I have decided to love you too. For us there are no restrictions to loving someone except the personal boundaries of the people involved. Hans and I love Matty and we love her completely. We offer that to you as well."

"Are you telling me that you and I can hug and kiss when we meet or are you telling me something else?"

"I'm telling you that I want to fuck you, hug you, kiss you, suck you, and anything else we can agree on that we call an expression of affection!"

I turned to Pam and saw that I didn't need to ask what she thought of all this. She was nude and walking to her mother and me with that smile on her face. 

My hands went to the top buttons of momma's shirt. She leaned to my face and just before we kissed she said, "And, please, call me Sarah."

As we undressed Sarah I noticed that she was a very fit woman. Many women I have known, city women, have been soft all over by the age when they could have a nineteen year old daughter. Sarah's body showed the results of many years working alongside her husband on their farm. Her arms were smooth but solid and the common sag of flesh hanging from the bottom of many women's arms didn't exist on Sarah. Her breasts had been assaulted by time and gravity but something had them still be beautiful, inviting and delicious. Her nipples were about the size of grapes and when Pam pulled the shirt away from them they seemed to be requesting my attention. They got it. First the entire breast and then the areola and nipple. As Sarah and I got better acquainted Pam moved things around and spread a packing blanket on the bed of hay bales she made. She led us to the bed and we made ourselves comfortable on it.

Sarah and I explored each other with hands and lips and Pam handled my lower interests first with her hands and then her mouth. It became difficult to focus on Sarah while Pam used both hands and her mouth to bring me pleasure.

Pam stopped sucking me and returned to manual manipulations. I loved both and realized I could delay my orgasm better while she used her hands than her mouth. When she changed tactics I realized that Pam knew more about pleasure than most people I had ever known. She had wrapped one hand around my shaft, low. The other hand formed a hat on the crown. While one hand stroked me up and down she twisted the other hand barely touching the head of my cock! The sensations were powerful and I realized that this was not going to last.

Seconds later Sarah moaned hard into my mouth while we kissed. I realized that when Pam had moved her mouth off me she had moved onto her mother's pussy. Sarah's breathing told me she was getting close. I moved into position between her legs, moving Pam as I moved. Sarah used her hands to grab her own legs and spread them wide while also lifting and tilting her hips. Her wet pink pussy opened up for me and Sarah spoke, "Fuck me Lover. Show me you love me."

I put the tip of my cock at her entrance and pushed. When I was all the way in I had Sarah folded in half. I was kissing her face with her legs pinned against her breasts and my chest. I was on my toes and began rocking in and out of her wetness. 

Pam got behind me and massaged my sack with one hand and reached between us to stroke her fingers across Sarah's clit. In seconds we were cumming! Sarah shook and screamed. I bucked into her and came hard, flooding her pussy.

I held my position deep within her as long as I could and when I was almost completely soft I moved. As I came to rest between mother and daughter Sarah whispered, "That's the kind of cummin that starts babies. Damn, that was good."

"Should I have worn a condom?" I asked.

"Those days are gone forever for me. You can poke me forever and I'll always take it in fun!" She rolled to me and we kissed. When I rolled back Pam lay on my chest and she kissed me.




Do You Believe?



"Isn't momma the best?"

"Momma is wonderful, and so are you. I love fucking you both. Are you really sure Hans is OK with this?"

"He sure is!" It was Matty's voice from the open barn door. When I heard her I looked and there she stood, holding all her clothes in her hands but still wearing her boots.

"He called me when he got home and invited me to the affection party. I'd say that has him being pretty Ok with what's happening, wouldn't you?"

Pam laughed and said, "Am I ever gonna get to fuck Nick again or are you both moving in?"

Matty walked over and said, "Depends on how good this man says hello, and how often he can say it." Then she took hold of the situation. It wasn't long before I was inside Matty and when I came I was proud to yell, "Hello!"

Pam and Sarah had left us while we fucked and after I yelled "Hello" Pam yelled from the house, "Dinner is almost ready!"

We carried clothes into the house. As we put towels on the chairs Hans drove up in his truck. I looked at Pam, then Sarah and Matty, they were all nude and making no move to cover. I sat still, wondering what was about to happen.

The three women swarmed him. They kissed and hugged and undressed him in seconds. While Sarah kissed his face and Matty sucked his cock, Pam sucked one of his nipples. As they stopped he was hard and all of them were laughing.

"I love how you three say "Hello!" Hans said. All three women laughed harder. Hans looked at me and asked, "What?"

"They love saying and hearing "Hello."

After dinner we all said "Hello" until we fell asleep. Hans and Sarah were up in the dark and I woke when I heard their truck start. A little while later Matty came in and joined Pam and I in our bed. I no longer thought of it as my bed. We snuggled until sun up and then we got up. Sarah had left us breakfast and hot coffee. Pam and Matty spent a part of the morning talking me through all the thoughts and emotions I was having about my new family, living here, the social rules for how they believed and my biggest question: "What's next?"

"There is the party on Saturday. I guess that's what's next." Pam said.

"What party?"

"There is a small party at the farm on Saturday. Not a big deal, really. You are invited."

"And what is the occasion being celebrated?"

"Saturday is your birthday, isn't it?" Pam said, smiling that smile.

"It is, but how would you know that?"

"I've been celebrating your birthday for four years, if you count this Saturday."

"Sometimes you scare the hell out of me. You know that?"

Matty spoke. "You don't know the half of it. Everyone invited to the party on Saturday has celebrated your birthday for the past four years too. We may not have believed like Pam has but we have been willing to support what she believes. What makes this party different is that you can blow out the candles yourself this year."

A little later Matty was headed back to town and we were headed to the farm to help Hans and Sarah for the day. As Matty pulled away from the house in her truck she waved and said, "See you both on Saturday."

I couldn't wait. 



Do You Believe In Fate?



When I first met my wife Sandy Reno we were in high school. We even had an English class together. She was thin hell almost skinny and wore braces. It is not that she was unattractive it was just I was more interested in the girls that were more developed. My name is Jim Hamilton and I ran with different people than did she. I was a jock and stuck with that crowd. Sandy was more interested in academics and I guess did not pay attention to the jocks. For what ever reason I knew her but she did not know me. 

After high school, I lost touch with Sandy. By coincidence I ran into her while at San Diego State University. Sandy was in one of my classes, Psychology 101. As I entered the classroom I was pleased to see a familiar face even it belonged to someone that with which I had limited interaction. I sat directly behind Sandy and started a casual conversation. It became immediately apparent that she had no idea who I was. I had to convince her that we did indeed graduate from the same high school by telling her who else was in the English class that we shared. By now Sandy had gain some weight and the braces were gone but I was seeing someone else as was she. Being that she was becoming more attractive I was friendly as we all know it is good to keep a back-up. 

With-in two weeks of the beginning of the semester Sandy changed her schedule and transferred out of the class. Again I lost touch with her for a couple more years. 

I like Sandy was not born into a rich family and we both were working our way through school. I had a job as a salesman in the shoe department at Sears. Ok I admit it was not the most glamorous job and over the years I heard just about every Al Bundy joke you could think of. The only saving grace was that it was a commission position and I was earning over twice minimum wage. Within a couple of months of my taking the position at Sears Sandy got a job there in the Men's clothing department. We developed an informal friendship where we would greet each other as we passed one another but nothing more serious. 

Sandy was becoming quite an attractive young woman and I decided I wanted to take our relationship past that of just friends. It seemed that all my attempts were met with indifference. Mine you I was still dating after all I was in college and attending a "Party School". 

At this time I was seeing Joni Taylor who was home recovering from a skiing accident. She had been attending The University of Colorado. She missed the fall semester while recovering at home. She signed up for spring classes at SDSU but just for one semester. After she was fully recovered she was heading back to Colorado. I had dated Joni in High School (along with many others who dated Joni). Joni was very popular. Besides being beautiful she was… well I hate to say a slu… lets just say Joni was the female equivalent to a male we called a stud. 

It was with Joni that I lost my virginity. At that time I was in high school there were still drive-in theaters. We went to see the movie Billy Jack and to this day I still have fond memories of that movie regardless of the fact that I have no idea what the plot was. For a high school girl Joni had good size tits especially considering she was slender. Hers were natural as this was at a time prior to boob jobs. As soon as we got to the drive-in we got comfortable in the back seat. It was a 1971 mustang but with the front seats pushed forward there is a surprising amount of room certainly enough for two horny high school kids. I was a senior and an 18 year old virgin. I was definitely in the minority. I had been playing ball with girls for some time now but never got past third base. Joni on the other hand was a major leaguer for sure. 

She rarely wore a bra and panties. As I started to play with her tits she stroked my dick. In no time her top was off and I was kissing her nipples. This girl had nipples that would not quit. Even when she was relaxed she flashed high beams but when she was excited they had to be at least ½" long. She said many time that she would rather have her nipples licked than her pussy but she enjoyed both. 

I am not one of those guys that claim to have a 12" dick. When erect it is I guess 7- 7 1/2" long but is thick, thicker than most. 

As we were in the 69 position (quite a feat in the back of a mustang) she had two orgasms. In contrast, I had yet to cum. Despite the fact that I was a virgin I did have surprising control – no doubt due to all the masturbation. I found that once I had cum the girl usually felt her obligation was fulfilled and that would be it for sex for the evening particularly if she had already cum. 

Joni cried, "cum for me baby, cum in my mouth." 

"Joni I was hoping for more." I replied.

"Don't worry about that this movie is two hours long. You'll have plenty of time to recover."

That was it I could hold out no longer. I had gotten off with a blow job before but the girls to date had finished me off by hand. Joni was different. She did things with her tongue that I did not know were humanly possible and when I started to cum she did not release me rather she sucked me dry. That that the most erotic thing I had ever felt but the night was still young. 

Even after I was drained Joni kept massaging my tool with her tongue and in a surprisingly short time I was again hard. Joni took my shaft in her hands and repositioned her self so that I was able to suck her nipples. She positioned herself over my dick and lowered herself engulfing me totally. This was as close to heaven as any high school kid could come. 

I savored this sensation and it true I could have cum almost immediately but I paced my self. Partly because I had just received the blow job of my life and partly because of my years masturbatory training, I was able to hold off until Joni had cum an additional two times. 

Joni later said that she had been told by someone that I was still a virgin. She complimented me by saying that she found that hard to believe considering my performance. 

In high school we both knew it would never be anything more than a good -- I should say great -- time between us. It was the same when I saw her at SDSU while she recovered from her accident. 

Joni was headed back to Colorado and I was staying at SDSU. But while she was here we had plenty more fun times. I guess if Joni and I were married we would have had an open marriage. That is to say that Joni and I both knew that we were seeing other people and we were both OK with it. 

Even though I used the analogy of an open marriage that in no way implies that I would ever tolerate an open situation with someone to whom I am married. Joni and I were not committed to each other we had said no vows or made any promises. We were college students having a good time. I was not in love with her as she was not in love with me. At the end of the spring semester Joni went back to Colorado in hopes of getting in on the summer session. 

Joni was not what I considered marriage material. Now Sandy… this was a girl who could be marriage material. 

A funny thing happened towards the end of the spring semester. Sandy became interested in me. And in a junior high school manner she had one of her friends from the men's department tell me that she hoped that I would ask her out again. 

The timing could not have been better Joni was leaving and a replacement is ready in the "on deck circle". This statement may make me seem like a jerk but it is really not that bad. If I had known that Sandy would have finally been receptive, I would have stopped seeing Joni in favor of Sandy and Joni would have understood. Joni has a couple of possibilities in Colorado that she had told me about. 

I started seeing Sandy and it was magic. We were both almost done with college and ready to start thinking about settling down. She was not as sexual as Joni but I liked that. She was not a virgin by any means but she wasn't a party girl either. Sandy was still on the slender side and had an A+ / B- cup size. At this point I was not so enamored with the size of a woman's breast. Sandy's body was well proportioned and I thought she was beautiful. 

As far as the sex goes she was not as wild as many of the girls I had been with and nowhere close to Joni but I believed that in time she would come out of her shell. With Sandy it was conventional sex and almost exclusively the missionary position. When I pressed for oral sex she kept firm stating that she had to save something until after she was married. I was falling in love with Sandy and I could wait. 

They say that if you want to get an idea of what the girl will look like in the future just look at her mother. If this mythos is true then praised be the Lord. Sandy's mom is beautiful. She is well developed and still slender. I had the opportunity to look through some of Sandy's photo albums under the guise of seeing her baby pictures. What I thought bore out to be true prior to Sandy's birth her mom was slender. Again I could wait.

After graduating from SDSU I took a job as a sales representative for a large pharmaceutical company. I won't say which company in that I still work for them. 

I asked Sandy, "Do you believed in Fate?" 

"Why do ask that?"

"It is just that we keep being thrown together as if we are meant to be together".

Shortly thereafter Sandy and I became engaged. Sandy had become lax in her college career and did not finish. She still planned on continuing her education but for now she put it on hold. It is still on hold.

I was making good money and the promotions kept coming my way. 

The night of the rehearsal dinner I found something out that could have raised a red flag but it went right over my head. Susan Platte, one of Sandy's brides maids, and I were talking when she made the comment that I should have invited Joni Taylor to the wedding. I was confused in that I hadn't seen Joni since she went back to Colorado. I asked Susan to explain. 

According to Sue the only reason that Sandy became interested in me was the fact that Sandy saw Joni and me at a pizza parlor together. Joni was our homecoming queen and evidentially that still carried some weight with Sandy. I guess Sandy wanted to have what Joni had. At the time I was flattered. 

On the honeymoon Sandy did allow me to go down on her but barely allowed me to get the head of my dick into her mouth. Sandy appeared to be making an honest attempt and I assumed that in time she would become more comfortable with the Idea. 

Other than that, the honeymoon sex was great. We must have made love (as apposed to fucking) 20 times over that week. 

I believed that Sandy and I were as close as any two people could be. I was certain that I had made the right choice. Sandy was sweet and caring and eager to make our life as a couple perfect. Within three years we had a son, Brock and then in three more years we had a daughter, Jennifer Leigh. Sandy never gained much weight during her pregnancies and quickly got back into shape. Since Sandy was breast feeding her cup size increased to about a C. With her slim body and large breasts she had the figure of a Playboy model to go along with her beautiful face. Her eyes I always thought here her best feature. 

I did not think much of it but she was now getting a lot of attention from the men that she happens to come across. We men are certainly shallow if you show us some nice tits we like Pavlov's dog immediately start to drool. I did not mind in that if I were honest I would have to admit that I myself enjoy a look or two at a nice looking lady. 

Sandy on the other hand was unaccustomed to this attention. She rather enjoyed it and I figured flirting --- as long as it were just flirting – didn't seem to be that bad. Besides I was the benefactor as this attention certainly increased her libido.

Sandy had visited Victoria's Secret and purchased some sexy thing to wear. I loved that she now was starting to come out of her shell and finally become the sex kitten that I always hoped for. She now was more adventurous in bed; oral sex had become a regular part of our foreplay.

Sandy had it clear. "If you cum in my mouth, it will be the last blow job you ever receive."

Fortunately, I had excellent control. 

When Sandy stopped breast feeding, the reduction in her breast size seemed to correspond to reduction in the frequency of our love making. 

This did not please me but I knew the kids were a handful and I heard that as women approach middle age their sex drive increases. I truly loved Sandy and I couldn't help but notice that she was becoming more beautiful as the years passed. 

Our sex life had wound down to four times a month. Each time was at my insistence. Sandy never had more than one orgasm but once she had hers she became totally disinterested. Again I knew that once I had cum that would be it … just like those girls from high school. 

Therefore I prolonged my orgasm as long as possible and on occasion when I would take too long Sandy would just up and quit saying. "It is your own fault for being greedy."

That never sat well with me but what was I to do. 

I have to admit at times I thought back to those times with Joni and how she would keep going until we were both completely satisfied. 

Cheating is something that I would never tolerate or with which I would participate.

I did masturbate regularly and on occasion I did think of those times with Joni but I would never actually do anything with anyone other than Sandy. 

We all make compromises in life and mine was a good family life rather than wild sex. 

On Saturday's, when I am in town, I usually play golf for a few hours. One of the regulars in our group had been Nick Costanza. Nick had not played golf with us for several months and I was surprised to hear the reason why.

On one Saturday I asked John Maxwell who was a good friend of Nick's. It was John who introduced Nick to the group.

"John, what ever happened to Nick. He used to play more often than I did. Now he never seems to bee around."

"I'm sorry Jim I thought that you knew. Remember the time that the course was overbooked and rather than waiting for a later date we all decided to just skip golf for that Day?"

"I remember … But that was like eleven months ago."

"Well, when Nick got home he found his wife Sarah in bed with their next door neighbor. Apparently, they have been hitting it hard for months.

That led to their divorce." 

"Wow, I bet he took her to the cleaners."

"Buddy, We live in California. Nick is the one who got hosed. She gets half their assets, alimony, plus child support. To top it off she gets to stay in their house because she has the kids. He doesn't play golf because he can't afford to."

"Man that just isn't fair. She is the one who was cheating and she reaps the benefit of all Nicks work." 

"California is a no fault state. That means the reason for the divorce has no bearing on the distribution of the assets. He told me that if he had it to do over he would have pretended that he did not see anything and then just got himself a mistress. It is cheaper to keep her."

Stories, like the one about Nick Costanza, make you appreciate the things that we have. 

I was a good father. Better than most of the people that we knew. And I guess somewhere along the line Sandy started thinking of me as Dad to our kids rather than husband and lover. She did give into sex but nowhere as often as I would have liked. 

When I pressed Sandy she would come back with some retort such as, "It is just not that important to me as it is to you. I've talked to my girl friends and they agree that you are being unrealistic wanting it too often."

Our life continued this way until the kids were both in school. 

That is when Sandy said, "I need some outside stimulation." 

I wasn't quite sure what she meant by this but I am glad that I did not blow up since it was not what I feared. 

She explained, "Sue Platte works at Macintyre's Department Store and she told me that there is an opening in the cosmetic department. It would only be part time to start but I need some adult interaction."

"We talk all the time Sandy."

"It is not the same. You deal with all sorts of people in your profession I just feel so cooped up. I really want to try this. I might fall flat on my face but I desperately want to give it a try." 

We did not need the money but the way she put it I was hard pressed not to allow her to try it.

So Sandy started. I would watch the kinds as often as I could and the days when I was away we hired a sitter. The money that Sandy made hardly paid for the sitter but her motivation for this job was not financial. 

Sandy was now 36 years old and was looking as good as she ever had. Sandy possessed natural artistic gifts that she implemented at the cosmetic counter. The ladies never looked so well as when Sandy masterfully applied the correct types of make up. Sales came easy to her and along with them promotions. In no time she was counter manager which required her to be full time. The money was not that much better but Sandy loved the title. 

I can not truthfully say I was happy about this development. Time with Sandy was limited prior to her job but now it was almost nonexistent.

I tried to talk Sandy into quitting or at least going back to part time. But she would have no part of that. Although Sandy did not look it she was quite a bit older that the girls with which she worked. 

"I just love being around these girls because they make me feel young again." She would say.

"Sandy you know that you are not old. You look better now than you ever had."

Then out of the blue she said. "Can I get a boob job? Some of the girls at work had them and they fit their clothes so much better."

I immediately thought back to what Sandy looked like when she was breast feeding and became excited. I was wearing loose fitting gym shorts and the bulge became readily apparent. 

Sandy noticed right away and said, "Looks to me like you are in favor of it also."

She then proceeded to remove my member right there in the kitchen and give me one hell of a blow job. 

"What if Brock or Jenny come in?" I questioned.

Sandy dragged be by the dick to the bedroom and closed the door. She took my member further that she ever had in the past she massaged my balls while deep throating me. I came perilously close to exploding but she pulled off just in time. In no time I had her clothes off to be confronted by yet another surprise. Sandy had shaved herself completely save a neat little landing strip. 

Finally, I thought to myself, Sandy's sex drive is going to catch up to mine. 

Going down on her hairless pussy was one of those things that I never thought would happen. 

I was quite the master with my tongue. I would bring her to the brink of an orgasm and let off. Over and over I repeated the process until she was begging for me to give it to her hard. I was only too happy to oblige. I used the same technique of bringing her to the edge and back several times before I finally allowed her to explode. 

As we lay in bed I said. "I had hoped that you would agree to have a boob job but I was hesitant to suggest it for fear of making you feel bad. If this is the result I can expect then I say hell yes you can get a boob job." 

Sandy decided on a C cup. This was the size that she was when she was breastfeeding. I was not too big for her frame but definitely made you take note.

She was sore for quite a while after the operation. Her breasts swelled up to at least a "D". 

"I knew they made them too big. It's your entire fault. You wanted them so big."

I could hardly believe what she was saying. It was Sandy not me who originally brought up the whole breast augmentation issue. I passed it off as it was the pain talking rather than what she truly felt. 




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"Honey, you know that the Doctor told us there would be some swelling but it is not permanent and the size will be exactly as you requested."

Logically, I had made perfect sense. But when she gets upset Sandy rarely relies on logic to determine her actions. In these situations, emotions are the driving force of her actions. Knowing this I will give Sandy a wide birth. 

In retrospect it did not take that long for the swelling to go down and what were left was two of the most beautiful breast this man has ever seen. As an added benefit the doctor had instructed to avoid any hardening is important to massage the breasts regularly and of course I was eager to volunteer for this assignment. 

Initially after the procedure Sandy was a little self-conscious. She just knew everyone was talking about her new rack. This sentiment shortly gave way to a whole different attitude. The clothe she wore were quite a bit more revealing. When she was breastfeeding she enjoyed the attention but did not go out of her way to attract it; now it seemed that she was making a conscience effort to garner attention for her tits. Bras were now a thing of the past. 

After the recuperation Sandy's libido kick into high gear causing me to believe this was the best $6,000 I had ever spent. 

But as the novelty wore off and her responsibilities at work increased, the frequency of our love making quickly slipped to a pre augmentation level and sadly continued sliding to an all time low. 

Now, I am a firm believer that a strong sex life is essential for a strong marriage. I have accepted that our sexual appetite is at different levels but Sandy was supposed to become more aggressive with time. That is what they always said anyway. Just the opposite is what we are experiencing. 

When Sandy occasionally acquiesces to my advances, It is a quick and to the point event. She gets off as soon as possible and then is not much more than dead weight. 

I had to confront her, "Sandy it seems that when ever we finally make love it is like I am bothering you. We used to be so much more. What is happening to us? Do you still love me?"

"What kind of silly question is that? Of course I do. It is just that I am trying to more my way up at work and now that I am on salary and have been given more responsibility I really have a chance to go far with this career."

"But Sandy, the kids and I hardly ever see you anymore. Going on salary was a mistake. You make the same money but you are at work all the time. We don't need the money. Can't you quit or maybe work part time?"

You could now see the fumes coming off her forehead. "Let me put it this way. Do you think that Brock deserves a career more so than Jenny? Should Brock be allowed to peruse his goals and not Jenny? Do I deserve less than Jenny? This is important to me. If I am successful the money could be really good. Isn't it you who complain about the junior sales reps who constantly grip about given the not so desirable jobs? And isn't it you who tell them that they have to pay their dues? Honey that is what I am doing I am paying my dues. It won't be forever and then things will get back to normal."

What could I say? This job/career was something that she needed and I have said those things about dues. 

My Saturday golf games were now a thing of the past. Not for the reason Nick Costanza couldn't play but with Sandy working as much as she does I am the one who now takes the Brock to soccer and little league and Jenny to softball and dance classes. Don't get me wrong it is a trade that I would make in a heart beat. The kids and I have a relationship of which most fathers can only dream.

When there is a special assembly or an awards presentation at school I am the one who is in attendance. I make sure to video the event that way Sandy can see it. Additionally, the kids enjoy showing it to her. I have to believe they would rather that she saw it in person.

This routine continued for several months. The same group of parents all seemed to attend the events while some poor kids had parents who never attended any event. I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for them. 

As I became more familiar with the core group of parents friendships developed. One mom with which I enjoyed talking was Brenda Watson. Her son, Benny, was the same age as Brock. Benny and Brock were not especially close but coincidentally seemed to end up on the same team year after year. 

For whatever reason, she seemed to open up to me. 

"Jim I wish my husband Bruce was more like you. As you can see he never attends any of Benny's events. If he is not working he is playing golf or something. Bruce works incredibly long hours. And when he comes home he says he is too tired to have any fun with me." With that she gives me a wink and a grin so that I know exactly what "fun" means.

"We are at a point where he does not need to work all the time financially speaking that is. Sometimes I think he works just to stay way from me." Again the wink and grin adorn her pretty face. "I hope Sandy appreciates you if not I might just steal you away."

With that an uneasy feeling overcomes me. Was she hitting on me? Boy that is one thing I definitely don't need. Don't get me wrong Brenda is an attractive woman no doubt but an affair is the last thing I need at this time. 

I politely excuse myself as I wanted to talk to some of the other parents. I think to myself that I definitely will curtail the personal conversations with Brenda.

I enjoyed her company but I didn't want to mislead her as I had no intention of anything more than a casual friendship. 

As I walked toward some of the other dads (definitely a safer place for me), I overheard a couple moms gossiping about Brenda. "The reason Bruce is always tired is that he is working hard… on his secretary!" With that they break into a catty laugh. 

I mention to Charlie Graves that is hard for me to believe that a spouse couldn't tell that the other was having an affair. His normally cheery disposition suddenly turns quite somber. 

"It is not hard for me to believe at all. As a matter of fact my ex-wife had an affair on me. She was cheating with her boss for two years before I discovered it. I think I knew for some time but I didn't want to admit it. What was obvious to our friends went right over my head. 

She would spend all her quality time with him and work. The time left for me was when she was tired and grumpy. On a rare occasion she would throw me a 'mercy fuck'. Thank God we didn't have any kids or many assets. It was a quick divorce. And then I met my new wife and I tell you it is the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Now it was my turn to be somber. The others in our group thought I was quiet because I felt bad about making Charles rehash his divorce but that was not the case. Too many of the things he said hit home. For the first time I question whether or not Sandy could be cheating on me. 

In a short time I dismissed that as a possibility because Sandy was never into sex anyway and I was always ready to giver her what ever she wanted. I did not consider that scenario until I ran into Ryan Platte. Perhaps due to my sales training, I have an uncanny ability to remember names and faces. 

"Ryan how are you? It is Jim Hamilton I haven't seem you since Sue was one of Sandy's bridesmaids."

I reached out and shook his hand. I had become accustomed to introducing myself in a way that people have the best chance of remembering me. If I had just said "Hello Ryan." I don't believe he would have remembered me but in how many wedding could Sue had been a bridesmaid? 

As I had hoped he put 2 and 2 together and remembered me. 

"Sandy work with Sue at Macintyre's" 

"Well not any more. Sue quit that job. She said the people who worked there were getting into thing that she was not at all interested in. the crowd that works there is quite a bit younger than our wives. They party hard. The women there are extremely competitive when it comes to the men. Sue was telling me that it doesn't really matter what the guy looks like if one girl wants him then all the girls try to steal him away. They dress ultra sexy and some of them have even had boob jobs to get more attention."

This news was very disconcerting. Had Sandy gotten a boob job to impress the guys at work? Now I had some questions that need an answer. 

"Ryan before Sue left she was a counter manager. Was she on salary?"

"Sure she was a counter manager for the jewelry counter but only the store manager and t the assistant store manger are on salary. Everyone else is hourly. What is this about?"

"Oh nothing I heard they were thinking of making some of the people salary."

I didn't want to tip my hat incase Ryan said something to Sue and it got back to Sandy. I figured it was time for a little investigation of my own. 

Firstly I wanted to confirm whether or not Sandy is in a salary position. My gut feeling tells me no but I need to be sure. Sandy keeps all her pay stubs in the bottom drawer of the desk in the den. 

Just as I feared the pay stubs verify that she is paid based upon an hourly rate with her hours per week ranging from 32 to 40. 

I start to keep a mental list with this being the first lie that I have discovered. 

What I really need is proof of what Sandy is doing beyond the 40 hours shown on the pay stubs. I want to know with whom is she "paying her dues".

I don't have the experience or the time to follow Sandy around. For God sake someone has to be the responsible parent and take care of our kids. 

I knew some one – it was more of one of those friends of a friend deal – who hired a private investigating firm. That seemed like the way to go but then as if by divine providence I got a call from a Jill Gaines. It took me a moment to place the name being that I had never met Jill. Sandy had told me about her. It seemed that she was the girl at the store that with which most of the girls were jealous. She informed me that she had some startling information about Sandy's recent activities. Jill wanted to set up a time so that we could talk. 

On Wednesday I had the babysitter stay a little longer. It was one of the days that Sandy closed the store and I both knew we could talk without fear of interruption. A Denny's restaurant conveniently located close to my office seemed like the Ideal location for an initial meeting.

I arrived at Denny's a little early to insure that I could get a secluded booth. There was a possibility that this meeting with Jill could blow up in my face. If even the slightest chance existed that Jill could help I knew it would be worth the risk. 

I was lost in my thoughts when I looked up and saw the receptionist directing an attractive young lady in my direction. It was set up as a business meeting and Jill was dressed the part of a junior executive. 

After some cursory introductions, Jill got to the point. 

"Mr. Hamilton I hate to say it but your wife is cheating on you."

Normally I would have asked that Jill call me by my first name but I wanted to keep our relationship strictly on a professional level. 

"And just how do you know this for certain?"

With almost no prompting Jill was eager to disclose everything. There is a group of employees that have become very close. You could see the jealousy in Jill's eyes when she described how Sandy had joined the group and worked her way so that now all the guys wanted to be with her. 

"Mr. Hamilton it is hard to compete with some one who is as slutty as Sandy."

Now I have always been told that I was smart but it does not take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on here. Jill had been the center of attention for the guys in the group but apparently Sandy has replaced her in that capacity. Jill wants Sandy out of the group. 

I could use this definitely to my advantage. 

"Jill, I am glad you told me about this but if I confront Sandy with any allegations she will merely deny them. If you could record some of her conversations or better yet if you could video tape her I am sure I can make it so she never is a bother to you again."

A devious smile now adorns Jill's pretty face. I would get Jill a digital voice recorded and a mini DV camcorder. I told Jill that she could keep them when she was done. The cost of these devices is only a fraction of the cost of a private investigation additionally Jill had access to information that an investigator wouldn't. 

We agreed to meet in three weeks as that would give her time to learn how to use the devices and get some recording. 

By the time I had relieved the babysitter, the kids were already asleep. I was alone in the house with uneasy feelings. Part of me hoped that Jill was the whack job that Sandy had claimed. I had to face the very real possibility that Jill was telling the truth. All of Sandy's actions were consistent with that of a cheating spouse. 

What was I going to do if in fact Jill's tapes showed Sandy's actions as damming as I feared. 

I remembered Nick Costanza. That poor guy did everything right but with the unbelievable laws of California he got the shaft. My mind kept going back to his assertion that if he had it to do over he would simply look the other way and get a mistress. The old "cheaper to keep her" philosophy continued to circle in my head. 

I waited until 2:00 am to see if I could tell any thing by Sandy's actions when she got home. But I finally went to bed as I could wait no longer.

I was uncomfortable for the next couple of days but I did not want to give Sandy any reason to change her routine at least until I had some tapes. I was relieved that I was leaving on a previously scheduled business trip. I call on several hospital administrators as a routine part of my job and Texas had been added to my territory. 

I still was not sure what I would be doing if the tapes were as bad as I had imagined. I still had a couple of things upon which I could always rely. First, I loved Brock and Jenny completely and would never do anything to intentionally harm them. Second I truly loved my job. I am aware that some people just go through the motions at work while I on the other hand enjoy my position. I am paid to wine and dine hospital administrators all over the western states. 

On this trip I was meeting several new people from hospital that were added to my region. Today I was meeting a Mr. J T Taylor. I was in the reception room when a women with a smart looking business suit walked past me. Being a guy, I look at women from the back and can't help wonder if they look as good from the front. This lady was certainly put together well. As luck would have it I never did see her from the front. I do enjoy looking but being a professional I never violate the "three second rule".

I was once at a sexual harassment seminar where it was explained that some women feel uncomfortable with men staring and therefore to look for longer than three seconds might be considered sexual harassment. 

Shortly thereafter I was escorted to see Mr. Taylor. My jaw almost hit the floor when I saw who was behind the desk. It wasn't a Mr. at all. It was Joni Taylor from high school. She was the women in the business suit that just moments before I had admired from the rear. Now, I had thought that time had been kind to Sandy but Joni must have won the temporal lottery. Not only did she have an excellent body but her complexion was impeccable. 

As she looked to greet her next appointment a smile graces her beautiful face. An almost inaudible "Jim?" escaped her lips. Joni came around from her desk and gave me a short hug. 

"I didn't realize … I mean I didn't know you were the same Jim Hamilton from high school. This is a pleasant surprise."

We chatted for a while and she agreed to allow me to take her to dinner to get caught up with each others lives. Joni revealed that she had been married for a short time but it didn't last and since she didn't have any children after the divorce she took her maiden name back. 

When I told Joni about my Marriage and two children she surprised me by telling me that she already knew that and she wanted to know how the kids were doing. I guess women keep track of former acquaintances via a formidable network of friends. 

I brought Joni up to speed on the doings of Brock and Jenny I kept the misgivings about my marriage out of the conversation. We had a pleasant reunion.

"Don't make it so long between meetings."

"You won't get rid of me so quickly this Hospital has been added to my territory. I'll be seeing regularly now."

Seeing Joni was great. It took my mind off the actions of Sandy.

When I got back to the office, I found a message that indicated that Jill wanted to see me. I called her and set up a time for early in the week. 

Jill was going to come to the office to show me what she had. Jill gave me no clues as to what the tapes contained other than telling me that I should brace myself. 

We were to meet at my office on Wednesday and again I had the babysitter stay late. I set the meeting late that way no one else would be around to witness the tapes. I needed to see them in as much privacy as possible. 

Jill came in with a cocky smile on her face.

"I knew that you weren't sure whether to believe me or not the last time we talked but when hear the recording and see the tapes you will have no choice but to believe.

At first the girls didn't want to be taped but the pressure from the guys added to my promise that I would destroy the tape after we viewed it convinced them that it might be fun."

Jill went over to the big screen TV and started to hook up the camcorder.

"You might want to get yourself a drink she said with a smile."

I was in no mood to be drinking. What Jill had told me so far has me sick already anything I would drink might just come right back out. 

Jill turned on the tape and it became obvious that Jill had a natural ability as a videographer. The quality of the tape was not my concern its content was a most important concern.

The tape showed the group from the store lounging around. It was apparent that they were all comfortable with what was about to happen. One of the girls stood up and started to dance. Shortly she was joined by the rest of the girls san Jill who was taping the event. Sandy was the first to start the striptease but she was not alone long and in very little time they were all nude. As Jill turned the camera, she captured the guys almost in a race to undress. Sandy was the first to come into view. Sandy was kneeling in front of the tallest of the guys and started giving one hell of a blow job. 

I am definitely not in the camp of those who want to see their wives with another man. What I was seeing was making me sick. But it was to get worse much worse. Another of the guys got behind Sandy and she took his medium size cock and after a few short strokes guided his manhood into her dripping pussy. 

As I looked close, I could see that this guy wasn't even wearing a condom. Sandy had given birth to Jenny via a cesarean section and at that time she had her tubes tied. Therefore she was not worried about getting pregnant.

"What about STD's", I thought.

The taller of the two, the one that was receiving the blow job, started to tense and yelled. "I am going to cum!" 

I expected to see her pull it out of her mouth but instead she increased her activity. By the way the guy was acting it was clear he was cumming in a big way. Sandy swallowed every drop. 

I couldn't help thinking back to when she told me if I came in her mouth that would be the last blow job I ever got from her.

The other girls were also taking care of some of the guys but Jill kept the camera focused on Sandy most of the time. 

Jill turned the camera back to Sandy just in time to see the guy behind finishing off deep in her pussy. Sandy was not done and the guys kept coming or should I say cumming. Almost one right after another was serviced either with her mouth, pussy or, and this is another thing that was forbidden to me, anally. 




Do You Believe In Fate?



I had lost track and was tired of looking. I asked Jill to turn it off. That is when she told me to I had to listen to the voice recording.

I agreed and sat back down. 

Jill prefaced the voice recording by stating that it was recorded while the group was view The tape Jill had just made. Most of the comments the group made were undecipherable since the digital recorder was in Jill's purse. The comments made by Sandy and Jill were clear enough to understand exactly what was being said. 

As the tape showed the first time Sandy swallowed cum Jill commented, "I bet you husband really loves it when you do that to him."

"I don't do that to him I only swallow for Greg. Isn't that right Greg?"

In the background there was some mumbling that couldn't be understood but one can only surmise that it was that Greg guy agreeing. 

Jill knew that this would upset me and she wanted to see what else she could get Sandy to say. 

"What other things do you do for our fellows that you would never do for your husband?"

"Oh sure, lets see Bobbie is the only one who gets my ass and I only do three ways with Tim."

"What would happen if your husband ever found out about your cheating?"

"He is never going to find out but if he did I would just get one of these girls to make a pass at him. Jim is always horny and none of these girls would be disappointed. Jim is actually quite good in bed. He is a lot better than any of these guys."

"I don't get it Sandy. If he is that good and wants it all the time, what the hell are you doing here?"

Well I guess … let me put it this way. I can have him anytime but these guys are what everyone else wants."

"I don't get it Sandy."

"Ask yourself this; if you had a pair of comfortable shoes that were still in excellent shape but a new style of shoe was what everyone else wanted wouldn't you buy the new pair. You would do this even though the new pair would not be as comfortable and maybe even hurt for a while. Well that is the way I see these guy. They are shoes that everyone else wants. Nobody wants Jim. Why should I?"

"What if he doesn't take your bait?"

"Then I would just say how sorry I was and I would do anything to make it up to him. He loves me too much to up and leave me. And besides that he knows what happened to Nick Costanza. Trust me Jim would never leave me."

After the tape was concluded, Jill threw it into the fire. They all watched the tape burn not knowing that Jill had switched the tape.

"Told you it was pretty graphic. Your wife is quite the slut. Anyway do what you have to and thanks for the camcorder I really love it."

"Jill I have to figure out what I am going to do. Can you give me a couple of weeks before you mention to anyone that we talked?" 

Jill nodded her head in the affirmative and left with out saying another word.

I now have some idea how marathon runners must feel. I was completely exhausted. I had no idea what to do. I decided to take some time to formulate a plan. Even under normal circumstances I wouldn't see Sandy until the weekend.

I made an appointment the next day to have myself check for anything that Sandy may have given me. I was told that it takes a while before everything can be cleared. To say that I was angry or hurt would be such an understatement that it is inconceivable for me to utter those words. 

Work was not as difficult as I thought it would have been. It served as a good diversion from my constant pain. 

I planned on confronting Sandy on the weekend. I played out all the scenarios as if I were a chess master deciding on a crucial maneuver. All too soon it was the weekend and now I was ready to let the bitch try to get out of it. 

After breakfast I took the kids to see my folks. I told them Sandy and I were having problems and needed some time to talk in private. My folks are great they never pressured me to disclose the nature of the problem. They felt when I thought it was appropriate I would tell them. 

Sandy was just getting up and asked. "Where are Brock and Jenny?"

"They are visiting my parents to a couple of days."

"Well thanks a lot. I hardly ever get to see them and then on one of the only weekend I get off you send them off to YOUR parents."

"And Sandy why is it that you never get to see them?"

"We have been over this before. It is all the hours I have to work since going on salary."

"You may just as well stop with you lies. The reason you have no time for the kids is that you would rather spend it with your work friends. I saw your pay stubs. You are not on salary. You know exactly what you are doing with the time you told me you were at work. And Sandy now so do I."

"Wha… how…" Sandy is not as confident as she let on that she would be on the digital voice recording. "Has someone been telling you stories and did you believe them before asking me. I can't believe you would do that. Who was it? Jill, I bet it was Jill. Jim you can't trust a word that she says."

"Yes it was Jill. I'll agree with you that just because she says something I would not trust her. That is the reason she made that video tape." 

Now Sandy has noting to say but you can tell her mind is going a mile a minute. 

"That is right Sandy. I have the video tape and if you want a copy I will be glad to give you one I have several. The tape you saw her burn was not the one that she recorded your orgy." 

Sandy stared at the ground showing very little emotion. 

"Jill you know I don't have the original and I don't know who else has a copy. I wouldn't be surprised to see it on the internet." 

I was confident that indeed I had the only copies but she doesn't need to know that. 

All of the sudden the tears started top flow. My guess they were crocodile tear but she did put on a good show. 

"I am so sorry I don't know what ever came over me. It is you that I love. I will never do this again." And just like it was a script from the recording, "Jim I'll do anything to make it up to you."

Now it was my turn to start the crocodile tears. The fact of the matter I was well beyond crying over this slut. My biggest problem is that I did not want to end up like poor Nick Costanza.

I never told Sandy about the voice recording (that was my ace in the hole) I did hand her a DVD of that night. 

"If there is to be any chance for us you are going to quit that job tomorrow."

"OK" 

"And then we need to start over. As you know the company has widened my territory to include Texas. Additionally there has been a good deal of pressure for me to move there. I think one of the problems is the California attitude. I am going back to Texas next week and at that time I will check on the cost of housing. When I get back I will put this house up for sale."

"What… all my family is here… our friends … your family what about that."

"All this you should have asked your self prior to… Look Sandy if you do this for us I will do my best to get the rest of the copies that way we can ensure that they don't get on the internet."

The last thing Sandy would want is her family to know about what she was doing. I am sure she got the idea that it would be me who would place it on the net but I attempted to state it so that she could not claim blackmail or duress. 

"Sandy I need to know how this started. That way we can avoid it in the future. Tell me the truth or there will be consequences. "

She did not want to tell me but she had no choice.

"It started out innocently enough, just a group of friends going out for drinks after work. After a couple of months one of the guys, Greg I think, wanted to go to a strip club. Neither I nor a few of the other girls had ever been and were curious."

"Wait a minute." I interrupted, "I asked you to go with me to one when we were in Vegas and you turned me down flat. I think your exact words were: 'only perverts go to those clubs'".

"I don't know maybe it was because some of the other girls agreed and I wanted the guys to like me more."

I didn't buy it but she continued. "It was kind of dirty but at the same time erotic. What caught our attention was the lap dances. Naked girls rubbing them selves all over the customers. We were there only 45 minutes and then we left. 

A couple of days later we were at Greg's apartment after work and we started talking about the lap dances. Greg said that it was a real talent and that none of us girls could perform a lap dance. We disagreed but told him that we weren't going to get naked just to prove our point. 

He continued to challenge us saying we could keep our clothes on. I still didn't want to but when Jamie agreed I figured that I would too. I guess I didn't want her to get all the attention."

I sat there getting more and more angry but I was doing a good job of containing it. 

"We started to dance like the girls on the stage. We also had a couple of drinks. I was happy to dance clothed but when I looked at Jamie she had unbuttoned her blouse. I quickly followed suit and not wanting to just be a follower I took my top off. I thought that the bra didn't show anymore than a bikini top. And along that same line of thinking I removed my skirt. 

Now it was Jamie's turn to up the ante she removed her bra. I kept mine on,"

The way she declared that she kept her bra on did she expect me to congratulate her?

"Then we started giving the lap dance. The guys were in their Levi's and it was rough. When we complained they looked at each other and almost simultaneously removed then leaving them in just boxers.

At this point I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue but when I saw Jamie get back on I climbed on Greg's lap. I was upset because I could see him looking at Jamie's naked breasts, I guess I got jealous and took off both my bra and panties. Everyone was looking at me. I hate to admit it but I was getting excited. It was no longer just a competition. As I rubbed Greg's cock his boxers slipped further and further down until the head of his dick was rubbing the entrance of my pussy."

Sandy looked at me to see if I was still listening. What she saw was me with a blank expressionless face. I think she was getting off describing what she had done but it was doing nothing for me. 

"I guess it got to be too much I grabbed his dick and guided it right inside me. After a while I looked over toward Jamie and she had done the same thing. After that we had sex many other times. I wanted to make sure the guys like me the best. So what ever they wanted I was willing to do. I can't tell you why but it was something that I had to do."

"Sandy you need psychological help. You used no protection in the video I saw. I wonder what you have exposed yourself and me to."

Again Sandy had no response.

"You have to be tested several times I have already started the tests on my self"

Sandy left the room with out saying a thing.

I still hadn't told anyone of Sandy's activities and it was tearing me up. I wanted so much to tell someone but I didn't know who I could trust to keep this private. I tucked it away deep in the recesses of my mind. 

I continued to devote my energies to my kids and work. 

On the trip to Texas I made the business contacts early. For some reason I made my last call to Joni. Again I took her to dinner. I felt comfortable with Joni so comfortable that I told her about what transpired between Sandy and her work friends. 

I could tell that Joni was sad to hear of my situation. I told her that I wanted to get away from California. I thought about moving to Texas and asked her if she would mind showing me some of the nicer areas. 

Joni and I have always been what I would consider friends and she said that she would love to show me around. I found that I could get a nice place that was well within the price range that I wanted to spend. 

Before I went back to California, I made a special point to let Joni know how much her sympathetic ear has helped me. 

I was not sure how Brock and Jenny would like the idea of moving to Texas. They were a little reluctant to commit to the move until I told then the house would be living in was more of a ranch and there would be room for motorcycles and a horse. Brock wanted a motorcycle and Jenny wanted a horse. They knew that as long as we lived here we would not be getting either. 

It wasn't too long before they were both excited about the move. 

Sandy had quit her job as directed and seemed resigned to the move. 

I had told her that we would not be having any sex until I wasn't so angry and I was certain that I would not be getting any STD's from her. 

Sandy said she felt like a prisoner but went along. 

It did not take long for the house to sell and we got top dollar. We moved to Texas in time for the new school year. As promised I bought a couple of motorcycles for Brock and myself. I wanted Jenny to take lessons before we bought her a horse. 

Joni had several horses on her ranch and had offered to let us use them anytime I wanted. 

I took Joni up on her offer. Jenny and I would go riding with Brock coming along occasionally. Periodically Joni would ride with us especially if we were going on a trail ride. 

I suggested that Sandy get a job and as an incentive I told her she could put the money that she earned into her own bank account. The money from my job would continue to be placed in our joint account. Sandy jumped on this offer. 

Sandy and I stayed in separate bedrooms but surprisingly the kids never questioned it. I had several reasons for the separation lined up but never once had to use them. 

I was busy with work and the kids took most of the remainder of my time. As a result I could hardly believe that we had been Texans for almost a year. During that time Sandy never once attempted to reconcile. It was like we were room mates rather than husband and wife. 

Joni and I spent time together but only as friends with either Jenny riding her horse or Brock on our motorcycles. They thought of Joni as a friend also. 

Sandy was always working and I did not bother her with any questions. 

One day out of the blue an attractive lady approached me in the grocery store. It was clear that she was making a pass at me. With out actually saying it she made it clear that all I had to do was to ask and she would have sex with me any way I wanted.

Now except in penthouse forum this type of thing doesn't happen. This was a set up and it had Sandy written all over it. I politely told her that I was married and therefore unavailable. She left but not without trying a couple more times which only confirmed my suspicion. 

As soon as we had been in Texas for a year I contacted a private investigator. I hired him to find out if Sandy was having an affair.

In a couple of weeks he had all the evidence that I needed. 

Texas doesn't have no-fault divorce. I was granted custody and most of the marital assets. The Judge also ruled that since Sandy had her independence with her own bank account and all the money from her job she was entitled to no spousal support. 

Sandy moved back to California and rarely sees Brock and Jenny. Joni and I are dating now. 

She noted that we seem to be continually thrown together by some design, 

"Do you believe in Fate?" she asked.



Do You Believe In Magic?



This is dedicated to my editor and muse. Love you MJ.

*****

"So when are you going to ask Megan out, Mark?"

I caught my best friend Danny Tyler smirking out of the corner of my eye. We were headed home from a movie and bantering back and forth as usual. I mentioned that I liked her in passing, but Danny was all over it like a duck on a June bug.

"When I am good and ready, Compadre," I chuckled, "Besides, she ain't perfect. You know what I want."

"Yeah, I've heard this one before Sport. Don't give me that old BS,"

"It ain't BS Danny," I explained for the 50th time, "It's really simple. I am looking for the girl that is your female twin."

Danny recited 'your female twin' at the same time I did. It got to be our mantra after a while. Danny has always been my best friend and we completely click on every cylinder. It's just that he is a guy and I like girls. Not that he's gay or anything. He has taken out his fair share of Babes. But I am definitely the more timid of the two of us and have a little problem talking with the fair sex.

"Look Mark, we will be buds forever, but I am telling you right now. I don't have a female twin," He laughed like usual.

"I just wish I could talk to a girl as easy as I can talk to you. A guy can dream, can't he?" I laughed back.

"So tell me again, what happened, while I was gone last week,"

I've told him the story about 10 times now, but Danny got some kind of perverse pleasure, each time I repeated it. I sighed and started #11.

"Like I said D. I was driving down by Pendleton River. It was raining pretty hard, when I saw the lights of a car, that must have plunged through the guard rail and into the Knobs hole."

"The deep part," Danny reminded me.

"Yeah the deep part. It just started to sink when I skidded my Blazer to a stop. A bright flash of lighting showed a woman, that appeared out of no where, beating on the window, trying to get in. She screamed that her baby was still inside the sinking car. I dove in the water as the vehicle submerged. There was an air pocket and a little girl inside. I pried one of the doors open and pulled her out. I dragged her to the surface. Her mom cried and carried on, but the girl was okay, just scared."

"Now tell me what happened next," Danny prompted.

"Okay, but stop interrupting me," I quipped, "I drove them home and ushered the two of them inside. Their family was waiting for them and took them in to another room. After a moment one of the older men came out and thanked me profusely for rescuing the little girl. I was just grateful that it had a happy ending. I was about to leave when I felt a tug on my sleeve. There was this really old woman that seemed to appear out of nowhere and pretty near scared the shit out of me. She told me to sit at the dinner table. She told me that I had just saved her Great granddaughter. Not only was she part of the family, but the future Queen of that Gypsy tribe."

"I thought that she was off her rocker. She then grabbed my hand with strength I would have never suspected to come from someone her age and stared my palm for a bit. Then she told me that she could see I was a good man, but seemed to be lacking in the romance department. Not exactly late breaking news. She then recited some gobblity gook, pressed her other hand to my forehead. I swore there was a flash of light and when my eyes readjusted, she looked even older and frailer. After a bit she rose from her chair and told me my reward would be to make one wish when the clock struck 12, during the next full moon. She thrust this dream catcher thing-ma-jig in my hands and told me to hang it in my window, peer through it at the moon, make my wish and then I would have my hearts desire,"

"Now you can finally get those Scooby Do pajamas you've been wanting," Danny teased.

I rolled my eyes at the comment. We pulled into his driveway. I looked at him in the darkness as the full moon was barely rising over his shoulder.

"Yeah, I know it's dumb. Had a good time at the movies Danny,"

I started trudging across the street to my house.

"Sorry I teased you buddy," he called after me, "Come over tomorrow morning and my Mom will make us some breakfast before we go to work."

We worked at the same Best Buy outlet.

"Sure Danny, sure," I half heartedly returned.

I must have lay in bed a half hour. The moon had risen high enough to be plainly seen through my bedroom window. I thought of the gypsy dream catcher that I crammed in my desk drawer. We always made light of the 'female twin' thing, but it was true. I always thought of my dream girl as a female Danny. Yeah, romantic and stupid, that's me all right.

The drawer opened as I pulled its handle and there the dream catcher lay. I picked it up half expecting something magical. Nothing... not even a so much as a sparkle... I moved to the window. A piece of string made it the right height. I peered through the middle like I was sighting in a rifle. The full moon was perfectly framed in the aperture of the Gypsy creation. I wished for that which was in my heart. I asked for a female version of Danny to love and be my soul mate. It might seem silly, but it was my fondest desire, still... nothing happened. I said it again, this time out loud, so there was no question about it. But again... nothing, not even a peep... so I slunk back to bed and fell into a deep, dark abyss.

*******************

If the banging at the front door couldn't wake the dead, it didn't miss by much. It sounded like a whole construction crew was starting to demolition the front of the house. Then I thought I heard someone yelling, calling me by name, and warning me to get my ass out of bed. Who the hell did I piss off that badly?

I opened the front door to a chick in pajamas, slippers and a robe. I don't know what surprised me more, her calling me a son of a bitch or the right cross she aimed at my chin. Either way I went down in a heap.

"W-what in the Hell?" I sputtered.

She was damn cute but I swear I had never seen her before in my life. She was worked into a total frenzy and for a second I thought she was going to take another swing at me. But she finally, and with great determination, regained her composure.

"What the fuck did you do to me, Mark?" Her voice was almost a growl.

"I have no idea who you are, or where you came from Ba-."

The young lady now shoved her clenched fist right in front of my eyes.

"You call me 'babe' and I swear I will knock your front teeth out." She interrupted, "And as for where I came from, it was from the house across the street."

I shook my head, but had sense enough to stay on the floor.

"That can't be. That's where my buddy Danny lives."

"Well no shit, Sherlock. What gave you the first clue?"

Even though she was smaller than me, I decided not to risk angering her even further.

"Where's Danny? We can get this whole mess straightened out."

She stared at me incredulously.

"Mark, you moron. I am Danny!"

With that I was able to relax a bit, as I was pretty sure what was up.

"Okay! You had your laugh Danny. You can come out of hiding now."

This had to be one of his pranks. I smiled and craned my neck to see where he might be hiding. The chick in her PJs didn't seem amused. She pushed me hard and I backpedaled backwards trying my best to remain upright. I failed when I hit the back of the sofa. My momentum continued and I flopped over top. She jumped over and landed on me, still spitting venom.

"Let me tell you how I woke up old buddy!" She snarled, "I went to bed last night and everything was fine and dandy. But I woke up this morning in a white and brass futon. My room had gone from dark blue to baby blue. My Led Zeppelin poster changed to Taylor Swift and suddenly I had tits and no dick."

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She was serious. Well, either she was serious or she was the best actor I ever met. I tried to calm her. This was looking less like a prank and more like the ranting of a psychopath.

"Look... Miss, I am sure if..."

"You still don't believe me, do you?" She interrupted. Tears started to trace down her cheeks, but she was still furious, "Remember at summer camp two years ago, when I caught you beating off?"

"Wha... Dammit Danny, you swore you'd never tell anybody..." I was livid.

Then the reality of what I barked finally hit me, as Danny finally lost any composure that she... or as I now knew him to be... HE... might have been keeping...

"I never did, Mark!" she shouted, "I nev-er d-d-did..."

This final admission caused the damn to burst. The girl buried her face into my chest and started sobbing. Instinctively I patted and gently rubbed her back. Finally after several minutes, she got herself off of me, and sat down on the sofa. I righted myself and settled in next to her. But this just seemed to make her uncomfortable... so she jumped up and began pacing back and forth.

"Y-y-you really ARE Danny ...aren't you? T-t-this isn't a joke... right?"

She turned to me and pulled up her pajama top exposing a substantial pair of tits.

"Do these look like a joke, Mark?"

I stared half in disbelief and half in awe. She suddenly colored at my reaction and covered back up. I was at a loss for words. Tears still fell from her eyes. I rose up and she melted into me sobbing again. I held her for a few minutes. She looked up at me, blushed again and backed away.

"The High School Diploma on my wall was issued to Danielle Lynn Tyler, not Daniel Lawrence Tyler. There was even a cheerleading trophy for Danni 'in appreciation for four years as team captain'," She sniffed, then plunked back down on the sofa and put her head in her hands, "I don't remember any of it."

"D-D-Danny? It is... it IS really you!" I blurted out as she looked up at me.

"Well thanks for finally coming up to speed, Mark. Problem is... it gets worse than that. Seems that Bill 'If I only had a brain' Swenson took me to prom. There was a picture of the two of us on my dresser, this morning. Gawd! I can't stand that moron!"

I was trying really hard to digest all of this... evidence.

"Who else knows the truth, Danny?" but was afraid of the answer.

"My Mom left me a message on my 'fucking pink' cell phone." Danny acted mortified and held it up, her eyes focused on an imaginary spot on the ground, as if in a trance, "She said that she had bought me the Tampons I wanted."

Danny turned red and sputtered some more.

"She also said that she didn't think Bill appreciated me and that maybe I should... should..." She really turned crimson.

"Should... what Danny?" I was really afraid of this answer.

Standing there stunned, her reply finally erupted like a lava spewing volcano.

"She thought that I should date" finally looking up at me, the emotions turned her eyes glassy, "She thought that I should date you... seeing as we were best friends to begin with."

The two of us just stood there in silence, flabbergasted by the situation, until I finally spoke up "If your own Mom thinks you're a girl, then you and I are probably the only ones that know the difference."

"Did that old woman do this to me? Cause I can't think of anything short of divine intervention that would do this?"

She cupped herself exasperatedly, then her anger boiled to the surface again.

"So what... just exactly... did you wish for Mark?"

I tried to remember, last night was fuzzy. I finally mentally focused. "I-I asked for a female version of you... for me to love and be my soul mate." My head drooped to the floor, "I never thought that it would..."

"Change me into a girl." She finished.

The melody of Teardrops on my Guitar manifested itself out of thin air. We both looked at each other. Danny rolled her eyes and pulled her pink cell from a pocket. She pressed the answer button, and after listening for a few seconds, put her hand over the speaker.

"Its work, wondering where I am. I don't think I can face customers like this. What should I tell them?"

I thought hard and then smirked.

"Tell them you have female problems,"

Danny went to repeat the message and did a double take. Her hand was still over the speaker. "Well, no shit Mark,"

Then she giggled a bit. She actually giggled. Damn, she was a doll. 'What the fuck am I thinking?' I wondered.

"We need to find that old woman," Danny announced after she finished begging off work.

"Then go get some clothes on and we will drive back to their house,"

I threw some jeans, my Nikes and a clean shirt on, grabbed my keys and parked my car in Danny's drive. The front door was open and I could hear cursing. I headed upstairs making sure I made enough noise that Danny knew I was there.

"Mark, help me with this, would you?"

Danny was wearing Jeans, but she seemed to be holding a pink bra out with one hand and trying to cover her tits with the other. "How the hell do they get these on anyway?"

"Can't you go without?" I wondered.

"Don't think so, these hooters are way too bouncy. But I'm sure you noticed THAT already as you were certainly staring at them." She smirked.

My face burned with embarrassment.

"What am I supposed to do with that?" I said taking the lacy bra, trying to change the subject.

She turned her back to me and pulled her long, to the middle of her back chestnut hair, to one side. She threaded her arms though the straps and adjusted herself into the garment. I couldn't help but look.

Her eyes narrowed, she turned and smacked the back of my head. "C'mon, hook me up Mark. I can't reach," I hesitated before she taunted, "C'mon buddy... we ain't got all day."

I moved forward and clumsily took the ends in my hands. My problem was that Danny's scent was almost intoxicating. And peering over her shoulder, her substantial cleavage made it worse. I felt stirrings that bothered me. After I hooked the clasp, Danny stepped away, but my shock paralyzed me and I still had a hold of her bra. Like a dog on a leash, she was pulled up short and stumbled back into me. She squealed, and it wasn't with delight. She turned around sputtering in shock.

"Wha... y-you... Mark! You've got a hard on!" She shivered, "Ewwwwww!"

"Oh... D-Danny, m-my God! I am so sorry," I turned away, my gaze lowered to the carpet of her room and tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes, "I can't help it. You are just so damn beautiful."

It came out as a whisper and I reddened from shame. I felt her hand on my shoulder. I looked up and her expression was a mixture of empathy and sympathy.

"It's okay Mark,"

As we looked at each other, we seemed able to connect on levels we never could have before.

"Lets go find that Gypsy woman. It will be good to get you back to normal," I lied.

****************

It wasn't hard to find the house. It was just slightly outside of town, a little further then where Danny and I lived, except to the south instead of the west. It was an old clapboard-sided dwelling that was actually kept up better than the surrounding neighbors. Several cars were in the driveway and along the road. I thought they must have been having some sort of gathering. As we approached the house Danny took my hand without realizing it. I think she was a bit apprehensive over what we would find. I was too, but holding her hand was worth it. We went to ring the doorbell and the door opened to a middle aged man who wore a very sad expression.

"Can I help you?"

Another voice piped up from behind him.

"It's okay Alexi. This is the young Man that saved Isabel." The little girl's mother greeted us, "I'm Tessa."

She shook my hand and I introduced Danny.

"I was hoping we could talk to the older Lady that was here the night that I brought you home."

The older man cleared his throat and spoke up. "I am afraid you cannot speak with Aunt Magda, she is... asleep."

"But we need to ask her a question. I promise we won't keep her very long." Danny pleaded.

The eyes of the man turned dark, but before he could speak, Tessa stepped out onto the porch. She took my arm and led Danny and I a few steps away from the dwelling.

"I am so grateful to you, for what you did for us, but you don't understand what Alexi meant. When he said that Magda was asleep, it is the sleep that she will never awaken from."

I was confused but Danny picked up on it right away...

"S-S-She died?"

Tessa gave a slight nod.

"She passed over last night at Midnight. She was dying from old age, but her last act created a spell to grant you your hearts desire,"

Danny's voice caught in her throat.

"Y-Y-You mean I have to s-s-stay like this?"

I told Tessa what my wish had been, and the result. She eyed Danny with amazement.

"By all that is Holy, Magda was more powerful than I thought. I am sorry, but her spell cannot be reversed. If it is any consolation, you are very beautiful."

Danny's tears started flowing and she turned to me and cried on my chest as I held her. I kissed her head as she sobbed. Tessa took a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Danny. The gypsy woman then briefly hugged her and whispered in her ear. The two of us returned to my car and headed for home.

Danny's Mom was tending to a sick relative and wouldn't be home for a few days. My parents were on a ski trip to Aspen Colorado and wouldn't return for a week. As bad as Danny felt, I couldn't leave her. We finally ended up on her bed. I held her for hours, only separating from her to cook some dinner for us. When she came down to dinner she was wearing a long pajama top. We ate and then tended to the dishes. She hardly said a word, but when we were done with our chores, she hugged me and held me close.

"Thank you for what you did Mark," She smiled slightly, "We always seem to be there for each other, don't we?"

"I will always be there for you Danny," I swore.

"Well isn't this cozy? Get your hands off my girl dweeb!" Bill Swinson... all 325 beefy pounds muscled through the open door.

I backed away, but not quickly enough. He grabbed me by my shirt.

"No, Bill. Leave him alone,"

Danny tried to step between us and got pushed across the room for her trouble. He back handed me before I could speak and went to hit me again.

"Bill, why do you want to play with him, when you could play with me." I did a double take. Danny had pulled her shirt off. The hulking idiot tossed me aside like I was a rag doll.

"There baby... that's what I'm talking about. You don't need that Homo,"

I was bleeding from a gash on my forehead, where I T-boned the counter, but I could have swore that I saw Danny pop her bra off and walk into Bill's waiting arms. I then heard a scream and the Incredible Bulk hit the floor, collapsing into a moaning fetal position. Danny was now standing over him and pulled her t-shirt back on. She was way beyond pissed as she now produced a wicked looking kitchen knife and flashed it in front of his bulging eyes.

"You ever touch Mark again, I won't just kick you in your fuckin' nuts, you'll have to go huntin' for 'em, 'cause I'll cut 'em the fuck off... You got me buster?"

Danny grabbed him by his nose to provide the motivation, and I don't know how he did it, but the bruiser made it to his feet, and with tears streaming down his cheeks, stumbled out of the house. Danny was at my side in an instant. She had a rag and was dabbing my forehead. Now suddenly there were tears in HER eyes.

"If that idiot had hurt you I would have killed him. Are you alright?" She cried as she helped me to my feet.

I was a bit woozy, but she held on to me. Danny helped me to the sofa in the living room. We were side by side and she just about had my bleeding stopped. It must have been minor. I was blown away by her concern for me.

"Mark? I have to know something. Before we left Tessa's house, she told me that you... you were in love with me. Is that true Mark?"




Do You Believe In Magic?



"Danny... I..." I couldn't help myself, I kissed her.

"I... I don't... Mark?" She didn't move. So I kissed her again. I heard her say 'fuck' under her breath and she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her kiss was scorching.

Neither of us could stop the tsunami wave of sexual excitement that had been building between us, and this crazy interlude with Bill brought it to a head like a boiling steam kettle.

"Oh God Danni," I said as I could no longer reconcile the name of my friend with the name of my... my lover, there was only one word for her.

My hands grabbed her cute bubble butt and I squeezed for all I was worth, producing a shriek, and another of her adorable giggles. I pulled her onto my crotch. We were still kissing and took another full minute before she came up for air. Now she pulled back long enough to reach her arms down and haul her T-shirt up over her head and throw it across the room, liberating her gorgeous breasts and allowing me to suck her right nipple into my mouth, giving it a slight nip as I did.

I pulled her away from me just enough to let her wiggle out of her shorts and panties. She had a shaved mound that made me moan with even stronger desire, wet and ready, she was excited.

"Oh Mark, I want you so bad, I've been fighting this, and hating you all day since I woke up, until that ape started hurting you and I... Mmmm, oh honey, I realized how much I've always cared about you. I don't understand all of it yet but I know I need to get to know you better"

"We'll figure it out together babe... lemme help!"

I slipped off my sneakers, then wiggled my own shorts and briefs off, barely able to get them past my hard penis waiting to take a turn with her hot pussy just inches away. I grabbed her butt again and this time pulled as if I was never going to let her go. In response her legs encircled my midriff and we kissed like that for several minutes.

I sat back on the couch with her long legs still encircling me. She suddenly pushed me back, so I was lying down and she was kneeling on top of me. As she started to bend over to kiss me, I instead began to blanket her body with small kisses. Starting at her neck and then moving to her incredible breasts, I started pinching her right nipple while I sucked on the left, making her moan. And then I was switching around to attack the left with my fingers, and soothe the right with my tongue. For several minutes I swapped my technique between her lovely mammaries as she held and caressed my head with both hands.

In between my little bites and pinches I paused to ask, "Still wanna know me better?"

To which she quickly replied, "Hell yeah!"

So I fired back with, "then its time you met Peter." My hands left her breasts to grab her waist and I lifted her hips up by about a foot.

"Whoa... Peter? Who's Peter?" she asked.

"My Peter," I said, while nodding down at my cock standing to attention underneath her. While I couldn't claim that my cock was anything other than average in length, it's always been fatter than the average cock's girth. As she dropped her head down to see, she gasped at her first glance of a fully erect cock other than his own, since becoming a female.

"Does he need a condom?" I asked as sexily as that phrase allowed.

"Apparently I'm on the pill," she said, and laughed back at me.

I smiled and then dropped her straight down on top of me, producing a loud yelp as she felt all of my cock fully embedded inside of her. It brought out a pretty loud moan from me as well, as her hot wet pussy was incredibly wild to be suddenly inside of. I paused for just a couple seconds and kissed her as she got used to the feeling, then gradually started rocking her back and forth, in and out. Once she seemed used to me, I quickly rolled us over so I was on top and began fucking her, slowly at first and then faster, a small amount at a time, until finally her hips were bucking up to try and meet my thrusts, like someone possessed. At this point my thrusts were getting so wild, and her cunt was so wet, that it took all my concentration to keep from slipping out.

Along with the sound of my balls slapping against her butt, she kept up a steady stream of comments, "Oh baby... y-yeah, that's it... fuck me sweetie, fuck me hard... please... harder... Ooooh... yeeesssss!"

With all that stimulation, I wasn't going to last very much longer, I managed to hang in there for about 10 minutes or so before Danni decided to tweak one of my nipples, sending me over the edge. The resulting orgasm was a total stunner, definitely altering my state of mind, and causing a huge release of pent-up seed. Clutching one of her cute ass cheeks in each hand, I again pulled Danni as close to me as possible. I could feel myself pump into her a couple times before she screamed from her own orgasm, raking my chest with her nails as it hit.

I was frozen in time, and yet each muscle in my body seemed to ripple with its own electrical energy, spasming several times before the waves of pleasure gradually faded. Then I finally lost control, falling over next to her on the couch, both of us completely spent, we cuddled together closely. Only the sound of two people panting hard remained, looking at each other in that post-coital glow that always seemed to be just too beautiful to even try to describe.

"Mark? I know how much you wanted someone like... well, like me in female form," she said slowly, "and now... now that you've got me... am I...well am I what you expected?"

"Danni," I began, "I've been waiting for you my whole life, you are my soulmate, and I'll always be here for you... I swear honey, you're everything I wanted!"

"I love you Danni, so very much," I finished, as a single tear trickled down my cheek.

"I'm just starting to understand how much I've always loved you," she said, "it seems, well... a little backwards somehow, but I love you too sweetheart.

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That evening, Danni and I were driving toward a restaurant that we agreed had the best Italian food, her hand was in mine and we were so happy. She was the soulmate I had been searching for my whole life. But what she said about it seeming 'backwards', I couldn't tell her why, but I knew all too well just how right she was. A couple blocks before we got there, I stopped at a light, and then proceeded forward when it turned green. All I heard was the screech of tires and saw a vehicle barreling toward my car. Bill Swinson was at the wheel, his bulk unmistakable in the car's driver's seat. The car he was driving impacted mine with a huge jolt. My driver's door crumpled under the high speed impact. The scene seemed played out in slow motion from that point on. I heard metal screech and bones crunch. The last thing I remembered was being thrown into Danni and her screaming in my ear. All the lights winked out and I fell with a thump.

I was half laying on a wooden chair and some carpeting. The agonizing pain was gone and I looked up to see the eyes of the old woman staring at me. I was once again in the house where the old Gypsy woman had lived. I trembled all over and it took a moment or two to pull myself together and return to the table. Everything was exactly as it had been the night that I pulled the little girl from the river.

"What happened?" I muttered.

The voice was just as creaky as it had been before.

"Ahh... now young one... now you have been given a rare gift. You were given a glimpse of what could be, should you make the wish you were originally considering."

I gasped at her in shock.

"But... but how could you know what I would wish?"

She never replied. I sat there, paralyzed with fear, thank God it was just some kind of a dream... and yet I knew. I knew I had made the wrong wish from the very beginning. I had always been hiding an awful truth. I finally spoke.

"That is what would happen if I made the same wish again?"

"The events will not change, even though the desire is the same. You must choose more wisely for the ending to be favorable,"

I ran for the door and out to my car. The front seat was still soggy from the exploits in the river, saving the little girl. All the way home I replayed the accident that was no accident in my head. I died and it was likely Danny would too. How could I avoid the same events? I sighed heavily as I already knew the answer, but would I have the guts to follow through on what I'd thought about so often?

The days passed by and I barely paid attention to the movie Danny and I went to see. I was so distracted by the vision. I wanted Danny and I to stay together, but to make that wish again would be virtual suicide. Then, that night as I lay in bed mere moments from when I was to start the process that would change our lives, a strange calm overcame me. Yes, it had always been the only way, even the gypsy, who barely knew me at all, knew this was the only way for it all to work. I moved to the window where I had already hung the Gypsy dream catcher. I knew what I had to do now.

**************

I felt the sunlight on my face and stretched to turn off Landslide by The Dixie Chicks on my CD alarm clock. I felt alive, graceful and completely calm as I made my way to the shower. Stripping my PJs I glanced at myself in the mirror and knew at once I had made the right decision. Stepping into the shower I let the warm water and scent of body wash invigorate me and in no time at all I was done and toweling off. After slipping into my underwear, I choose the button down, long sleeve shirt and the brown kakis, that made up my Best Buy work attire, although it seemed like it was going to take a while for me to get used to the way the shirt buttoned.

Within minutes I was knocking on Danny's back door, and made my way to the kitchen. I called out.

"Morning Mrs. Tyler. Is Sleepy head up yet?"

I could smell the aroma of coffee and bacon cooking. Danny's Mom was putting food on the table.

"Good morning Marcie. Danny will be right down. Did you hear that thunderstorm last night? It hit sometime just after Midnight."

"No, Ma'am. I must have been dead to the world."

I glanced at a small mirror hanging in their hallway. I took in the cute, shapely, blonde-tressed, young lady I had become overnight. Like before, reality had bent around me and to the world I had always been Marcie. Only I now remembered both of my lives. Danny came down from upstairs and was talking on his cell phone. He hung up and smiled.

"Morning Marcie. Looks like the storm knocked out the power in town. They're gonna be cleaning up the store for hours, they don't need us at work today."

"Well, I have to work." Mrs. Tyler spoke up, and then teased, "Can't lay around like you slackers."

"Dinner is in the crock-pot Danny. I'll be heading over to Millie's after work and I won't be home until Thursday." She turned toward me, "Plenty of Stroganoff for two Marcie."

God bless her. In this new reality, she had been trying to get the two of us together for years. It seemed I was the hold out and for the life of me, I didn't know why. But I smiled as I thought about what I had planned for tonight... I was betting it might just bring the heat up in our relationship a notch or two.

"Sure Marcie, dinner will be at five." Danny quipped.

"Dinner it is then. In the meantime I have some shopping to do."

Five o'clock rolled around and after checking my make-up in a mirror for about the hundredth time, I took a leisurely stroll over to the Tyler home. But my stomach was doing anything but leisurely things, trying its best to somersault on its own, I was so nervous inside. My tan trench coat shielded me from the cool evening air. It was a little difficult negotiating the back porch in my brand new black stilettos, but I eventually made it inside.

"Danny?" I called out.

"In the kitchen Marcie. I just have to set the table. Got some steamed... oh my" After turning to look at me, he now stood there agape as my trench coat fell into a puddle on the floor. I struck the sexiest pose I could. With my stilettos, I was wearing shear hosiery, garter belt, lace panties, corset and a wicked smile. All of it was in stylish black, except for my red lipstick.

"Care for an appetizer?" I blew him a kiss.

Danny turned the deepest shade of crimson.

"M-Marcie?" His mouth seemed to dry up producing a stuttered response.

"W-W-Why... why are you w-w-wearing that?"

I strolled toward him, my hips rolling and swaying to keep his attention.

"Oh, this old thing?" I stopped in front of him. "Don't you approve?"

My finger traced an imaginary line on his chest. His breathing became a bit labored. 

"Well... If you don't like it, I can always... take it off."

While I was certainly nervous seducing my friend, nothing felt more 'right' than what I was doing now. Ever since I was five years old I'd been different from other boys. Danny was always my protector and friend, anyone taunting me with 'sissy' comments, would find themselves fighting both of us. He just always accepted me, no matter how different I might have appeared. THIS was the secret I'd been hiding, the secret the gypsy knew I had to confront, to make my wish work.

Danny had been caught by surprise, but nothing that he did next came as any kind of surprise to me. I knew he had fallen hard for me about a year ago, and I think this just finally gave him the green light he'd been waiting for... suddenly he scooped me into his strong arms and carried me upstairs.

As we reached his room, he kicked his door shut behind us, wheeled around to his bed and tossed me down onto it releasing a squeal and long giggle watching him stripping his clothes off just as fast as it was probably humanly possible to do.

In this reality, he had never known me as a anything but female, and I quietly gave a small prayer to the powers that be, for the intervention of the gypsy that had given me this great gift, along with the intelligence to use it wisely.

Once Danny's briefs were off, I stopped him before he jumped onto his bed, and stood up, watching him hungrily for a minute, then stopped to stroke his beautifully hard manhood.

"Oh God Marcie! You... you are so beautiful!"

Now he was standing in front of me, taking in my vision from head to toe. My face blushed as pure a red as possible I'm sure, while he stepped close and gripped my shoulders tightly before kissing me just as deeply as he could. His "package" was long and hard as anything I'd ever encountered, easily 8 inches and most certainly wide enough for a little girl like me. I waited patiently for him to finish his passionate kisses, and as he relaxed his hold, I pulled back just a bit... knowing what I really wanted...

"Oh baby," he moaned, "I need you, so much!"

This dropped me into action faster than a slingshot, falling down to my knees immediately as I pulled his boxers out of the way, bringing him directly into line. His cock was gently slapping me in the face as I wrapped my soft pliant lips around that rock hard shaft. There was nothing more that needed to be said for either of us. He began a slow loving massage of my scalp, by gradually pulling my hair into his hands, he was able to steer my mouth around his cock, as he literally fucked my face with as much control as he could put into this gorgeous task. Slowly, while quietly moaning my name, he became insistent with his needs, pushing his cock straight down into my wet mouth. Tears were forming when I knew I couldn't hold back any more.

So far, I was keeping up well, allowing him to be deep-throated, and then I could take quick breaks to get my breath back. But very suddenly I had to take him completely as he said, "Oh Marcie, I'm gonna cum!"

He now grabbed the back of my head and came with as much loving force as I could ever remember feeling! Each spurt streaming onto the back of my eager throat as I tried to compensate and just relax while it happened. But I was just too over-whelmed, falling at his feet with small drips of cum running down my chin, and my arms wrapped around this wonderful man! He easily picked me up and placed me onto his bed, so softly this time I barely felt it. We cuddled for several minutes until we had both recovered, I inched closer, kissing and nipping to get him back up to that hardened shaft that I knew I'd never forget after this night.

Finally, I slipped my hands onto each side of his face and held him firmly, staring into those gorgeous brown eyes that I'd loved my whole life and could never admit.

"Danny my love, please... I need you to take me tonight, make me yours my Angel!"

Kissing me deeply, he said nothing while rolling me onto my back. He was already fully hard again. Quickly grabbing one of the smaller pillows, he placed it gently under the small of my back, he then pulled my legs around him, and began to penetrate me. Slowly me was pushing, more and more insistently, and yet in a controlled way to keep it as painless as he knew how. Finally I felt a small pinch and knew my virginity had been taken by the love of my life.

Tears came like rain, as I told my soulmate just how much I loved him. He responded by kissing me softly and then began to thrust into me in small arcs, hardly moving at all. Then, he started fucking me properly, and each stroke seemed to find a new source of wonderful and thrilling feelings. Soon he was ramming that handsome cock of his into my wet pussy faster and harder, until I began to feel the earth move. My head was spinning when suddenly a slow orgasm rolled its way through me.

I was screaming his name, the name of my soulmate, Danny was close, and seeing me going over the edge brought on his orgasm as well and we were each, locked in the others grip, as our orgasms brought us that indescribable joy, that would now leave us quiet... reflective.

"I love you Marcie, I think I've always loved you, ever since we were kids."

"I love you too Danny."

THIS was how it was all to have been, I was certain now. I had wanted to be a woman my entire life and yet so many things would have come together to prevent it. But none of that mattered now. Danny and I would be together the rest of our lives, and I could see the love in his eyes as we fell asleep in each other's arms that night... that magic night.

Yes, I do believe in magic!



Do You Believe in Miracles?



Once the unemployment checks began arriving on a weekly basis I was able to budget my finances accordingly. I wasn't thrilled with my calculations. No more steak dinners at nice restaurants; no more bar-hopping 3-4 nights a week, and no more golf. That one hurt – I love to play golf.

What I could afford didn't excite me either: cheap fast food; top ramen noodles and staying home at night playing computer games and drinking bottom-shelf liquor. Talk about a complete change in lifestyle! 

What a cruel joke life can be: you study hard and get good grades; you marry your high school sweetheart with big plans for a lucrative career and a house in the suburbs with three kids, and you live happily ever-after. 

Then out-of-nowhere they outsource your job to India; the wife leaves you for another man; you find yourself living in an old duplex on the other side of town, and worst of all, you discover the skills you developed for your professional career are no longer needed in this country.

What surprised me the most was that many of my friends, and even some family members, think it is my fault I am unemployed. I met almost all of my current friends at work, and they don't want to be seen with me anymore. It's seems so many people are afraid of losing their jobs they think being seen with 'a guy who got fired' might somehow affect their positions. Sometimes I think my mother is the only friend I have left in the world.

Oh, well, I can do this, I told myself. It won't be forever – I'll find another job and live the good life again. 

So one day I was coming home from a long walk, went up the flight of stairs to my place and noticed the door across the hallway from mine was open. Someone was moving in. Fred, the guy who had lived there, lost his job at his company, and couldn't live on what he received from unemployment. He had to move back in with his parents. I shuddered at the thought of it.

I didn't see anyone so I turned to open my door.

"JOHNNY?"

The voice was familiar. I turned and got the shock of my life.

"TOMMY!" I shouted in surprise.

We hugged and laughed and looked at each other in amazement. He invited me inside. 

For two years in high school Tommy and I were best friends. Inseparable -- we did everything together. He was the only person I could ever really talk with. He knew me inside and out. He was a great listener, and told funny stories. We debated politics, religion – you name it -- there was never an awkward silence between us. We shared our secrets; our hopes and dreams. If it were socially acceptable I would have married him, hahaha...not really, I'm not gay. 

Then I met Karen, my wife. She was gorgeous with a body to match and every guy in high school wanted her. I won her, but lost Tommy. She hated him and forbid me from seeing him. Unfortunately, I listened to her. Tommy and I drifted apart – I went to college with Karen, and the last I'd heard of Tommy he was making a fortune on the internet. And now, six years later here we were – back together again!

I mean, do you believe in miracles, or what?

I helped him unpack. He didn't have a lot of stuff. It was almost like he wasn't planning on staying here very long. When we finished, we had beers on his couch.

"What are you doing here? I asked. "Last I heard you owned the world and had a mansion overlooking the ocean in Florida."

He gave me that familiar, sheepish grin, and said, "Well, a guys gotta be somewhere – this is as good a place as any, I guess."

Then he launched into one of his fascinating and funny monologues. I never tire of listening to him and watching his facial expressions with his arms waving around for emphasis.

The short of it is he did make a fortune on the internet. He started some social network-type thing, sold it for millions, made really bad investments, lost most of his money, and the house in Florida, and decided to move back here and start over.

"How in the world did you find this place? I mean...well, this is one helluva coincidence!" I asked, still amazed he moved into my building.

"Hey," he replied, "I lived here long before you did!"

"W-What?"

"Johnny, I lived here when you and the princess went off to college...I was living here when I came up with the million dollar idea...if you had ever bothered to call me – you would have known that."

The guilt and shame washed over me like it did almost every day since I cut-off our friendship.

As sharp as ever, he saw the look on my face, "Johnny...forget about it...that's all behind us...Hey, how about dinner? – my treat!"

"Let's do it!" I smiled.

We went out that night and had a fabulous dinner, sparkling conversation, and a whole lot of laughs. When we came back home it was like we had never been apart.

The next few days were more of the same. Except since we were both short of money, I suggested we buy groceries and stay in at his place and eat and drink. Of course, he bought most of the food, he knew of my budget. 

Well, he was still a master chef, and we ate like kings. I was still duke of the dishes and prince of the pots and pans. I couldn't believe how happy I felt that he was here. 

Since it was a hot summer, and both of our air conditioners were worthless, we got into the habit, like the old days, of him in just his boxers and me in my navy blue gym shorts. Yeah, we laughed, not much has changed.

Tommy is two inches taller than me and thirty pounds heavier. Not an ounce of fat on his body. He is strong, but doesn't have huge biceps or rippling muscles. His tanned body looks fantastic. I, on the other hand, am not out of shape, but do not have a physique like his. It was fun watching him walk around the apartment in his boxers.

One morning, I was at his place having coffee. He was wearing his robe, but forgot to tie it around himself. He brought me a refill and I could see everything. What struck me odd was that he didn't have body hair – none – anywhere. 

"Like what you see?" he asked, striking a funny pose.

I asked seriously, "Where's your hair? I mean...I—"

"Oh, you didn't know. I've got alopecia – always have...just on my body...the hair fell out...I like it. Keeps my skin soft and smooth...here, feel..."

He sat next to me and took my hand and I rubbed his chest. It was smooth! His hard chest was soft and smooth. I absentmindedly continued rubbing his chest. I became lost in a fog. I couldn't get over the feel of his skin. Then I noticed his penis was rising. I still didn't stop stroking his chest. His penis stood straight up – hard as a rock. I stared at it. 

I coughed, embarrassed, and jerked my hand from his chest like it was on fire. My face blushed a deep red. 

Tommy put his arm around me. "Hey, Columbus," he said, "You looked like you just discovered America!" and he burst out laughing.

"I don't know what—"

"Hey, lighten-up, Johnny...you know what we need to do?" he asked.

"What?"

"We need to hit the links...you still golfing?" 

"Yeah, but I can't afford that now."

"Don't worry your pretty little head off – I've got it covered!" he smiled.

"Tommy, you can't afford it either!"

"Hey, I'm not destitute, my friend...C'mon, go get dressed. We can't keep sitting around here every day."

"Yeah, sure...it'll be fun...something different...I'll go shower and be back in a flash!"

"You can always shower with me!" he laughed.

"Tommy..." I smiled and left to get ready.

I thought about what happened on his couch. How I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. What the hell's the matter with me? I wondered. 

I remembered the old days. His little touches, how he would put his arm around me. Nothing inappropriate -- just friendly gestures. I mean, there were times when we'd had a few beers and I thought Tommy may have been a little too frisky; his arm around me; a kiss on the cheek, but I never thought anything about it; I liked the attention. I just considered us to be very close friends. 

I remembered my mother's words to me after I had been dating Karen for awhile, my mother hated Karen with a passion: "Johnny, you know you're better off with Tommy, don't you?" She adored Tommy.

I never knew what she meant by that.

Tommy was revved-up about playing golf. He was talking and laughing and very funny. Seeing him in a good mood put me in a good mood, too. He stopped and bought us a couple fast food breakfast sandwiches that we ate in the car on the way to the golf course.

He parked the car at the course, but he stopped me before I could get out.

"Johnny, I think we should put a little wager on our game. What do you think?"

Well, I was thinking that unless he got lessons from Tiger Woods, there was no way he could beat me. He never did before. 

"Tommy, ah...yeah, that's fine with me, but I really don't have any money I can afford to lose."

He had that grin on his face. "You don't need money. If you win – I give you $500?"

$500? Wow! "B-But what—" I stammered.

"And if I win...if I win you give me hand-jobs?" He was still grinning.

I looked at him – he was serious!

My face turned red. "T-Tommy...I, ah...is this because of this morning?" I asked.

His smile vanished; he gave me a look I'd never seen before. "No, this is because I want you to touch me...I want to feel the touch of your hand."

We stared at each other. "I, ah, I...okay," I finally said. The intensity was too much for me – I had to get out of the car.

Tommy paid our greens fees and we had 30 minutes until we teed off. We went to the driving range and hit balls. 

Neither of us said a word. I was stunned. His words reverberated in my head: "I want to feel the touch of your hand." I had to concentrate hard on hitting the practice balls to keep my emotions in check. I snuck a peek at Tommy; he was focused, and practiced with energy and determination.

The loudspeaker announced Tommy's name and we got into the golf cart and he drove us to the first tee. We were still silent. I didn't know what to do. Part of me actually wanted to lose. The image of his erection never quite left my mind. But I knew I couldn't do that – I knew my father would roll over in his grave if I touched a man's penis...besides, I really needed $500.

"How many strokes do you want?" I asked him.

"None – right now!" he winked at me. I blushed.

We did our usual match play: hole-by-hole. On the first hole I had a bogie 5, Tommy took a 7 – I was up one hole. Tommy won the next hole: we were even. It went like that for the rest of the day. I'd be up one – then we'd be even – then Tommy would be up one – then we'd be even. I was impressed at how good his game had gotten – maybe he did get lessons from Tiger Woods.

All the way around the course we didn't say much, small talk, nothing serious. Going into 17 I was one up. It was a par 3. I hit first and nailed it – 6 feet from the hole. Tommy hit the green but was 30 feet away. Tommy almost drained his putt for a birdie 2, he made his par putt. I could end the match if I made my 6 footer. My hands began to slightly tremble. I hit the putt too hard and it rolled 4 feet past the hole. I could still clinch at least a tie if I made the par putt. I didn't hit it hard enough. I took a bogey and we were even going to the last hole.

We stood on the 18th tee box staring straight ahead. It was a par 5, Tommy always hated this hole, he couldn't hit the ball as far as I could, I knew I had the match won. When the group in front of us cleared out, we looked at each other. There was such a sadness on Tommy's face it tugged at my heart.

Tommy teed off first – he popped it up about 100 yards down the fairway. I stood over the ball longer than normal – a million thoughts racing through my head. I backed away – took a deep breath – stepped up to the ball and smacked it 260 yards straight down the middle. I refused to look at Tommy the rest of the hole. 

His 2nd shot was pretty good – it left him with 200 yards to the pin. I hit a good 2nd shot, too – I had 100 yards left.

Tommy had to hit everything he had to reach the green – he hit it well and made the green, but was a long way from the hole. I pulled out my sand wedge, took a couple practice swings, and hit one of the best shots of my life – I was 3 feet for birdie.

I tended the flag stick for Tommy, he was 50 feet from the hole. He hit the putt and it seemed like it took the ball forever to get to the hole – he almost made it! He got his par.

I lined up my birdie putt – I played it for the right edge of the cup. My hands started trembling again – worse than the last hole – I took a deep breath then pulled the putt right, and hit it too hard. I was now 4 feet from the hole. I lined it up; a bead of sweat ran into my eye as I stood over the ball. I backed off then stood over it again for the tying putt – I missed it – Tommy won.

We shook hands. "You always were a sucker for a sad face," he said as his smile returned.

"Why you big son-of-a—"

"Now-now...remember your golf etiquette!"

We both laughed.

Tommy bought us wine at the golf course bar. We were still subdued, we knew our relationship was about to change. There wasn't much to say, yet there was everything to say. 

After our second glass of wine, Tommy said, "You know...you don't have to go through with this if you don't want to."

"I know," I said, "but my father always said if a man's word doesn't mean anything – he's not a man!"

We drove home in silence. From time-to-time I stole quick glances at Tommy. Everything was crystal clear to me now. I knew what I had to do. I briefly wondered why it had taken me so long to understand. He looked at me and flashed that big, beautiful smile and my heart filled with joy. I knew I had to make it up to him for all the lost time. 

When we climbed the stairs to our apartments, I said, "I'll be over after I take a shower."

"You can shower with me," he said, without the slightest hint of a smile.

The softness of his voice; the expression of longing on his face; all I could say was, "Okay!" and we went inside his apartment.

He took my hand in his and led me to the bedroom. We began to undress. I hurriedly stripped and stood naked before Tommy. I stopped him just before he was going to remove his boxers. I looked into his deep, blue eyes; I put my arms around him, pulled him close, and our lips met for the first time.

I don't know if it was years of pent-up passion, or the love we felt for each other, but our lips melded together, so warm, so soft, I felt as though I was one with Tommy. Stars shot before my eyes. I was dizzy and never felt so happy in my life.

I stroked his chest with my hand. I reached down and found he had an erection. I fondled his cock through the fabric of his boxers. My own penis stood out straight between us. 

"Oh, Johnny," he groaned, as I went to my knees.

It was time to give Tommy what he always wanted from me, needed from me. I had been so blind, so stubborn to understand. It was fate that brought us together again, and I wasn't about to let him get away this time around.

I grasped the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. His beautiful cock sprang free. My eyes beheld its magnificence; I filled my lungs and senses with his manly aroma. I couldn't wait any longer; I cupped his hairless balls in my right hand, and grasped the shaft of his now-throbbing cock with my fingers. I leaned forward and kissed his cock. It was so hot and smooth! I kissed up-and-down the shaft. My kisses grew urgent; I couldn't get enough of his cock. My tongue licked the entire hot surface of his cock. I lapped up the manly scent of his sweat; my head swooned. 

"Ohhh, Johnny..." he moaned, as I wet my lips and slid them over his cockhead.

God, I loved the taste of his cock in my mouth!

I sucked his cock slowly, tenderly, with love, my tongue never leaving his hot flesh. My fingers rolled his heavy balls in his sac. I slowly stroked his trembling shaft eliciting groans of pleasure from deep within his throat. I was lost in a haze, a fog, my mind blank except for how happy I was to have his wonderful cock in my mouth.

Steady moans of pleasure were now coming from Tommy. His hips began to push his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I instinctively quickened my pace. I tasted his pre-cum – it was delicious. My lips and tongue doubled their efforts. Tommy fondled my head and hair. I sucked his cock frantically. 

He held my head in his hands. He sawed his cock in-and-out of my mouth; he face-fucked me with his lust-filled, throbbing cock. I greedily sucked his cockhead, my hand stroked his manly shaft faster-and-faster. Suddenly, his hips bucked wildly, I squeezed his balls and firmly masturbated his shaft. I placed the flat of my tongue over his cock-slit.

He rewarded me for my efforts. Tommy screamed then hot cum spewed from his slit, my tongue lapping at it up. I swallowed mouthful-after-mouthful of his creamy jizz. My tongue was coated with his cum. 

I felt complete now. It was like I saw sunshine after years of total darkness. I hoped and prayed I satisfied Tommy. With his softening penis still between my lips, I snuck a glance upward at him. The expression of total bliss on his face was all I needed to see. I licked his cock clean not wanting a single drop of his delicious cum to escape me. 

He helped me to my feet. We had our hands on each others' waists as we stared at one another. I knew how I felt and the look in his eyes told me he felt the same way.

"You know," he said, "the bet was for a hand-job."

"Well," I answered, "I guess I still owe you...."

We stood under the steaming water of the shower and couldn't keep our hands off one another. We kissed; we soaped each other; we laughed and we gazed into each other's eyes. Was this for real? Our eyes said 'Yes'.

My balls ached for release; my cock was still rigid as before. Tommy had me put my hands on the wall and spread my legs. He lathered-up his hand and reached around me and took hold of my pulsating cock. 

"OOhhhh God...." I moaned. I knew it wouldn't take him long to make me cum.

He squeezed and stroked my cock with the perfect pressure and speed. Then I felt the soap against my anus. His finger massaged my hole and perineum. My head fell backwards; my eyes closed and my mouth opened wide and uttered an indistinguishable, animal-like groan. His hands were incredible!

My hips pumped back-and-forth in time with his stroking hand. I was getting close. His hand moved faster – my hips jerked forward and back. Suddenly, he pushed a soapy finger into my asshole. My body spasmed.

"OOOOHHHHHH-TOMMMMYYY-I'M CUMMING TOMMY-I'M CUMMING TOMMY-I'M CUMMING TOMMY...."

My semen sprayed the wall, his hand moved furiously up-and-down my cock; he milked every last drop of cum out of my balls. I turned to him and threw my arms around him and kissed him deeply, passionately.

"I love you, Tommy!" I declared. 

"I love you, too," he sighed, "I always have."

Our lips crushed together; our hands tenderly stroking each others' warm flesh. We hugged and kissed a long time in the misty steam of the deliciously hot shower.

That night, in Tommy's bed, I knelt between his wide-spread legs four more times worshipping his wonderful cock with my lips and tongue. He was insatiable! 

He taught me how he wanted his cock kissed and licked and sucked. He showed me how to hold his balls as I licked them; how to take one ball at a time into my mouth to suck on it. I learned how to lick around his asshole and perineum; how to curl my tongue and push it in-and-out of his asshole. I was an eager student. I wanted – no, needed, to satisfy his every desire.

We lay in the dim light of the bedside lamp, my head resting on his chest, his hands stroking my shoulders and hair. My belly full of his cum; my throat and tongue coated thick with his semen.




Do You Believe in Miracles?



"...and I always thought miracles only happened to other people...I mean, we both go through bad times and somehow – some way – end up together again." I sighed.

He was quiet for some time. My head rising and falling on his chest with every breath he took.

"Well," he finally said, "...it wasn't exactly a 'miracle'.

"Huh? Well, no-no, I don't mean—"

"Johnny, your mother has been staying in touch with me...as a-matter-of-fact, we usually talk on the phone once a week...she's told me every little detail of your life...it was hard for me to hear how that wife of yours treated you. I wanted to come back here and take you away from her...and when she left you – when that cunt humiliated you in front of your co-workers like that, well...I wanted to come back and take you in my arms and hold you forever."

Tears welled in my eyes. I had managed to forget all of that until now.

Then it dawned on me: Tommy knew all this? My mother and Tommy spoke to each other once a week? That was more than I spoke with her.

"I, ah...but you coming back here...you getting an apartment here...wasn't that a coincidence?" I was confused now. "I mean..."

"No...when you lost your job...after you moved here...I'd been working on something in Florida I had to finish. As soon as I could, I flew back here...I, ah...I paid your neighbor to move out so I could move in...your mother helped me work out the details."

"You paid Fred to move?"

"Well, yeah...he was happy to get the money."

"So...you're not broke? You didn't lose your money?" I asked, my mind somewhat clearing.

"Well – no. I have more money than you and I will ever be able to spend," he said.

"The house in Florida -- you still have that?"

He chuckled, "You're going to love it! There's even plenty of room when your mother visits us." 

I didn't know if I should be angry or happy. Then I began to wonder about Tommy's personal life – his relationships over the past six years.

"Mom told me you were involved with someone there," I said.

Silence. Then he quietly said, "I had a couple flings...nothing ever came from them." 

He shifted me on my side facing him. He took my head in his hands. "Johnny...Johnny...it's always been you...since we met, you've never left my mind. I was in love with you in high school. I dreamed we'd be together forever...then that cunt came along...."

I kissed him. His lips were warm, pliant. There were tears on his face. I kissed them away. We clung to each other. I rolled on my back and spread my legs wide apart. He was on top of me.

I whispered in his ear, "Tommy, take me. Please fuck me in the ass. Fuck me hard, Tommy. I want to feel you cum inside me!"

He stared into my eyes. He had that look on his face. I finally understood that expression on his face: it was love; it was unbridled happiness. 

Tommy reached over and took a small bottle off the bedside table. His strong hands grabbed me behind both knees and pushed them upwards. His weight pinned me beneath him on the bed. My heart pounded with excitement. We gazed into each other's eyes.

I felt a slippery liquid on my anus. His finger worked it around my hole. He applied more liquid; his finger popped through my entrance, slick with the lubrication. More liquid; his finger slowly pushed inside me until it could go no further. He slid his finger out and squeezed liquid on his hard cock. I felt the mushroom head of his cock against my hole. 

"This might hurt," he said.

I whispered, "I don't care – do it – fuck me, Tommy!"

He pushed forward; his cockhead slowly disappearing into my hole. We continued gazing into each other's eyes. I relaxed my sphincter to help him. His cockhead was inside me. I felt some pain but I smiled at him. He pushed his cock further and further into my asshole. The hair on my neck stood on end; my nipples became erect; my cock was hard and throbbing. 

He brought his weight down onto me. His cock burrowed all the way inside me. My mouth opened and my eyes rolled. I still had a smile on my lips. He let me get used to the feeling of being completely filled with his cock. 

Then he began to fuck me; slowly, at first; I groaned; I felt every inch of his cock; every vein on his cock; it felt alive inside me. It was thrilling! His cock felt like a wonderful creature invading my asshole. It had a life of its own. 

He fucked me harder-and-harder. He pushed all the way inside me and bumped my prostate. 

"OOOHHHHH-GOD!" I shouted. 

I groaned and babbled incoherently. My head rolled side-to-side. This spurred him on and he fucked me faster-and-faster. He was grunting with effort. Sweat was forming on his face. He was plowing in-and-out of my asshole. In-and-out---in-and-out---in-and-out...

I felt my balls contract. My cock exploded between us and pumped semen on my stomach and chest. Tommy felt my orgasm and cried out. He shot load-after-load of his thick, manly cum inside my clinging asshole. He fucked me hard until his balls were empty. Then he collapsed on top of me. 

We gazed into each other's eyes. When our breathing returned to normal we kissed. We both said, "I love you" at the same time and we laughed. I'd never felt so safe, secure and happy in my entire life. Then a serious look came over his face.

"You know...you still owe me a hand-job."



Do You Believe Me?



She had been making small talk with me every time we ran into each other in the restroom in the office building where we both worked. At first, it was a casual smile into the mirror when we both looked up simultaneously while washing our hands. It proceeded into the typical "thank God the week is almost over" to more "how was your weekend?" type of conversation. 

I gave typical one word answers ("Yes." "Fine."), but she persisted. I'm a private person and I do not make friends easily; in fact, my husband says I'm the only woman he's ever known that doesn't make plans to go shopping with friends or spend hours gabbing on the phone. In truth, the extent of female companionship in my life extends to my co-workers, but they are younger than me (in their twenties as opposed to me being forty) and we have nothing in common outside of where we work. 

On one particular Friday, as I was walking through the parking lot to my car, she fell into step next to me, asking me if I had any particular plans for the weekend. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. Her office, I decided, allowed casual Fridays. She was wearing high-heeled brown boots with distressed jeans and an over-sized white blouse belted low on the waist with a fashionable brown belt. Her black hair flowed around her shoulders, blowing in the slight wind. My office did not believe in casual anything and I was wearing my typical high heels, skirt and blouse. My hair was picked up in a ponytail.

"No" was my short response to her query about my weekend.

"Oh, you know some friends and I are getting together at...you know, I don't even know your name! I just realized that! I'm sorry! My name's Cara" she said, as I stopped to fish my keys out of my purse.

I didn't answer as I opened my car door. She stood there, a puzzled look on her face, but she didn't give up.

"Sooo...do you have a name?" she asked, a slight grin revealing a dimple.

"Vivian" I answered shortly, as I got into my car.

She was still standing there as I drove away.

_ _ _ _ 

"I don't know why she won't leave me alone" I complained to Robbie as we got ready for bed that night. 

He slipped between the sheets and pulled me close, kissing the top of my head. I closed my eyes as his hands stroked my arms. Robbie may be 42, but since he's worked in construction since he was in early twenties, his body was still firm and muscled. There was no overhanging stomach on my man, that's for sure. 

"Maybe she's just friendly, sweetheart" he answered, his left hand slipping to caress my hip as I rolled towards him.

"I don't want any friends" I mumbled in response as I kissed him. His green eyes smiled at me and the corners crinkled. He pulled away and looked into my own eyes affectionately.

"Darlin', when are you going to let that go? It was so long ago and I worry about you. I mean, I go hang with the guys, play football, whatever and you're home. Would it be so horrible to be nice to her?" he asked, his hand leaving my hip to stroke my cheek where a tear had suddenly made an unscheduled appearance.

"Why did you bring that up?" I asked, my voice catching in my throat. Unwanted memories flooded in. Kelly, my best friend from the time I was 10, had ended our relationship abruptly when we were 22, two years before I met Robbie.

She and I had been out with a group of friends that night, dancing and drinking. I was a different girl then. Kelly and I would go shopping and I had the latest and best designer clothes on my figure at all times. She would do my hair, coaxing waves out of it, causing it to flow free and wild down my back. We would start our weekends on Wednesday night and the party would continue until Monday morning.

The partying had started early that Saturday at a friend's pool so by the time the evening was winding down, the amount of alcohol in our systems would have floated a cruise ship. We managed to make it to her apartment and I decided to spend the night like I had done on countless other occasions. 

We kicked off our shoes and collapsed, giggling, onto the bed. As I lay there, staring at the ceiling and laughing at nothing, she had reached over and pulled my face towards hers, her lips brushing mine lightly. 

She had pulled slightly away, her fingers lightly stroking my cheek. I was suddenly sober and extremely scared; what was going on? 

"Viv..." she said softly, looking straight into my eyes, an expression on her face I had never seen.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, the words barely making their way past my lips.

"I've...I've been wanting this for a while. You're my best friend, Viv" she said, moving her hand from my cheek to stroke my brown hair. "I want us to be as close as possible."

"We are close" I stammered back, not sure of what I was supposed to be doing. Kelly had never even hinted at something like this. She had always been a guy magnet, irresistible to the men at the clubs. With her blonde hair and honey-brown eyes, she was a combination of innocence and sexiness that drove them crazy.

"Not close enough for me" she answered me, her fingers leaving my hair and moving slowly over my lips. "I've wondered for too long what it would be like with you. Trust me, it'll be beautiful."

"Kelly" I started to say, but she moved her lips over mine again, this time allowing her tongue to flick lightly out.

"Ssssh" she said, moving over me and settling her body against mine. As she intensified the kiss, I felt myself letting go, even though I didn't want to. She's your best friend, my mind tried to convince me, if you can't trust her, what's the point? If this doesn't work, my heart argued, your friendship will never be the same. As my mouth opened in response to her persistence, both arguments melted away into nothingness.

My tongue shyly licked at hers, drawing a small moan from her. She sucked at it lightly, causing me to jump a bit. She smiled against my lips as my arms went up around her to draw her closer, all pretense of attempting to stop her gone. 

Her lips traced up my neck, stopping at my earlobe to give it a gentle, teasing tug. I felt a warmth starting to grow deep in my center as she continued down the side of my neck, stopping right above the cleavage that my tank top revealed. She looked straight into my eyes as she moved her fingers over my left breast, stroking softly all the while as her head came down over my right breast, her breath warm against the insubstantial fabric. I don't think I was breathing at this point. 

"You're beautiful" she breathed the words against me as she pulled my tank top out of my jeans, revealing my suntanned skin. The warmth of that afternoon's sun was nothing compared to the heat she was starting to awaken in me.

She stroked my belly, kissing me the entire time. Our tongues were intimate friends at this point, dancing in each other's mouths. We murmured unintelligible words against each other's lips as she deftly unbuttoned my jeans with her now-familiar gentle persistence and slipped her fingers up against my satin thong.

She began stroking me, bringing to a place that I didn't even know existed. She matched the strokes of her fingers with the strokes of her tongue. I melted against her fingers as I groaned her name into her mouth, my own fingers shakily tearing at her shorts. As I touched her, she climaxed and my legs wrapped around her as wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over us.

As we drifted off to sleep, her arms wrapped around me, I never dreamed that would be the end. She changed after that, going out more and more with our group of friends, but never letting me know. When I would call her, all I got were excuses about not being able to get together due to other commitments. When I finally lost my temper and told her I knew this would happen, she responded by stating that the friendship was over. It had been a nice night, she said, but her curiosity was satisfied and that was all it had been. 

When Robbie proposed a year after we had been dating, I spilled the entire story, not wanting to keep anything from him. He held me as I cried; I had never told anyone what had happened and it was painful to say the words out loud. 

"I brought it up" said Robbie, snapping me back into the present day, "because it's high time you move past that. You need someone to be your friend, to see how much you have to offer in that respect. You're an amazing woman, baby! It's not fair that you don't give someone a chance to see that! Give it a shot."

As he cuddled me into his arms for the evening, his words echoed through my dreams.

_ _ _ _

The next day when Cara tried to be friendly again, I forced myself past my issues and gave a little more of an answer. I could tell she was surprised, but, to her credit, she went with it. As the week went on, I responded more and more to her friendly questions and, by Friday, I was quite surprised at myself. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, I thought.

The following weeks went on in the same vein, our conversations growing more and more personal, as we started meeting for lunches and the occasional after-work drink. Robbie would meet us once in a while and they got along great. One Friday, she mentioned that she needed to go to the mall the next day and if I would like to go with her. When I got home, I told Robbie and he laughed, saying he hoped the credit cards could take it. I playfully swatted at him, telling him I never got myself clothes anymore and that it was time I did. 

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, a long, sexy kiss. "Hey" he said, his voice low, "how about you get some new lingerie while you're at it? I was looking through a catalog you left on the kitchen table. There was a pajama set I would love to see you in, this little top with boxer shorts. It was cute as all hell."

"Is that what you want for Valentine's Day?" I teased. The day was coming up in about a month and we always liked to do something special. 

He hesitated a minute and looked closely at me. "If I tell you what I really want, do you think you'll go for it?"

I was surprised; he had never been so mysterious before. "Maybe, I don't know. What is it?"

"You...and Cara."

I instantly pulled back. "WHAT?" 

"Listen, you've been so happy these past months and I know why. You've finally broken through that wall you had built around yourself. I just want to see what's making you so happy. I want to see you with her. I won't touch her, I promise. But I think this will bring you full circle; you can finally erase Kelly completely."

"Are you crazy? This is the worst possible idea..."

"Ask her. You might be surprised at her answer. I've seen how she looks at you when you're not looking. She cares a lot about you. I think she'll do it for you."

I stared at him. This could not be happening. Had he gone completely insane? 

"Please, Vivian. Just ask."

Saturday arrived and I went to meet Cara at her house so we could drive over to the mall together. She let me into her house and I watched as she walked away from me to go to the kitchen. I tried to look at her objectively. My new best friend (because, if I was honest with myself, that's exactly what she was) was a beauty. She was 41, only a year old than me, but she could easily pass for someone in their mid-thirties. Her sapphire blue eyes were an amazing contrast to her black hair and slightly tanned skin. She was into the latest fashions because her exceptional figure could wear them easily. Because of her influence, my own style had changed, less tight-laced and more fun. Jeans, vintage t-shirts, cute sneakers and sandals were now part of my wardrobe where once only skirts and work blouses ruled. My hair wasn't pulled back into a strict ponytail; it was, in fact, freshly styled, bangs softly framing my face. Robbie hadn't been wrong about my happiness, but could he be wrong about her feelings? 

As she came walking back towards me, her purse on her shoulder, her smile faltered at the expression on my face. 

"What's wrong, Viv? Something happen with Robbie?" she asked, the concern in her voice touching.

"No, everything with him is fine. But I have to talk to you about...about something" I said, my voice shaky. "And it's not going to be easy." Dear God, was I really going to go through with this?

We sat down in her living room and the story tumbled from my lips, starting with Kelly and ending with Robbie's suggestion about Valentine's Day.

Cara had sat through the entire discourse without saying a word, save for the occasional "uh-huh". She had grasped my hand tightly when I told her about Kelly and her eyes were kindly sympathetic. As I finished with Robbie's request, I couldn't look at her. The silence stretched between us until she broke it.

"If you can trust me with that, then I have to tell you something as well. When I started trying to get friendly with you, it was for something other than friendship. I would see you in the building and I would wonder what you were like without all that 'office' on you. What you would be like in cute clothes with your hair down and a few drinks in you. But you never let me get close, no matter what I tried and, honestly, I wasn't used to that. Whenever I wanted someone, I could get them and that was it, the thrill and chase was over. The more you resisted, the more I wanted to get to know you and find out why you wouldn't let me in. And then it wasn't about trying to get you in bed anymore; I woke up one day and realized that I liked being with you for you. Yeah, you're pretty and you've gotten even more beautiful with all these new clothes and hair and everything, but what I love most is how amazing you are inside. You're as beautiful outside as you are inside and Kelly was an idiot for letting your friendship die."

She moved closer to me on the couch, reaching out to push a stray strand behind my ear. "I'm no idiot," she said, "and I'm not about to break your heart and destroy what we have. I've never had a best friend like you before. I want to do what Robbie said: I want to erase Kelly from your mind forever. I want an intimacy with you that I've never wanted with another friend; I want a bond with you that no one else can have. Do you believe me?"

Those amazing eyes would not break away from mine. When I tried to look away, she gently reached out and pulled my chin towards her. I desperately wanted to believe her, to show her how unbelievable these past months had been and what she meant to me, but I was afraid it would be Kelly all over again and there was no way I could go through that with her.

"I want to believe you" I whispered. "But I can't. I don't want to lose.."

"You won't lose me" she replied, her lips closer now. "I promise. Let me show you I mean it."

Her lips slipped effortlessly over mine as her hands slipped around my waist. My heart started beating double time. She pulled me closer, one hand leaving my waist to gently find its way to my hair. As she pulled away from my lips, she twirled a section of my hair around her finger and kissed it, never looking away from me. She let go of my hair as her lips sought out my neck and traced their soft way back to my mouth. When her tongue slipped past my lips, I was ready for her. My hands slipped up her back and pulled her towards me, my tongue insistent upon hers. I felt my anxiety dissolving

She pulled away after a few minutes and without a word, I followed her to her bedroom. We stood looking at each other for a few seconds, my face beginning to flush the way it always did when I was aroused. I went to look away again, embarrassed, but she hooked her fingers into the belt loops on my jeans and drew me towards her. "Don't" she whispered, "I like that I can do that to you." She undid my belt as she continued her languid, unhurried exploration of my mouth. As the belt hit the floor, her fingers went to work on the few buttons that were done up on my oversized blouse. The blouse followed the belt to the floor, leaving me before her in my jeans and a halter top. She stepped back, taking me in with those mesmerizing eyes. This time, I didn't look away; I matched her look for look. It was my turn as I pulled her towards me to relieve her of her own blouse, kissing her neck as I did. I traced the outline of her jaw with my lips as I reached the last button. Under her blouse was the new sports bra we had gone to get two weeks before. As her blouse joined mine on the floor, my hands encircled her bare waist and my lips impatiently went back to hers. Her fingers worked at undoing my jeans and the kiss went on as I stepped out of my shoes and jeans, my new black satin hiphuggers starting to become moist. 

She stepped back and looked at me again and this time I saw her breath catch in her throat. She bent over, unzipped her boots, pulled them off and stood back up. Without taking her eyes from mine, she slowly unbuttoned her jeans and teasingly brought the zipper down, revealing adorable boyshorts. She kicked the jeans aside and reached for me again. I felt her bare belly rub mine and a shot of pure pleasure coursed through my center. She slipped her hands upwards and tugged questioningly on my top while her tongue lightly traced my lips. 

"Can I keep it on?" I breathed as her lips closed over mine again.

"Whatever you want," she murmured back. "I think that's sexy as hell."

"Thanks," I responded, my own fingers slipping past the top of her boyshorts.

"My turn to ask to keep those on," she said coyly, pulling her lips away to kiss the tip of my nose. 

"And I think that's sexy," I answered, my arms encircling her waist as hers went around my neck. 

We stood kissing for what felt like a millennia, our tongues getting to know each other in every possible way. Slowly, she led me to the bed, pushing me down until she was completely against me, my leg drawn up on one side of us. "I could kiss you forever" she whispered, her lips starting their exploration downward. 

She paused when she reached my breasts and she looked at me as she brought her fingers up to stroke the swell that lead to my nipple. "You need to let me know if this is okay" she said softly, "It's going to really get intense from here on. And I know" she added, smiling, "that you have shyness issues."

"I'll let you know" I said, just as softly, touched that she remembered I was shy.

Her lips returned eagerly to mine and I returned the kiss just as intensely. Despite the intensity of our kiss, her fingers were slow and deliberate, taking their time as they stroked first one breast, then the other. Her fingers circled my nipples, lightly going over each one until both were straining against the fabric of my halter top. When she was satisfied with their reaction, her hand continued south, lightly tracing across that incredibly sensitive area in the inner thigh right where it joins with your most intimate of places. 

I was moaning now, unable to control anything that was going on inside my body. Her fingers were tracing small flames everywhere she touched, wildfires that were heading straight to my center. At her touch, I spread my legs a bit so she could slip her fingers against my hiphuggers. "You're soaked" she whispered, amazement in her voice, as she began a slow, delicious, tortuous rub.

"Don't stop," was all I could say, my back arching off the bed. My arms were flung over my head, clutching the sheets. My eyes were closed and it was all I could do to keep breathing.

"No, look at me" she said, surprising me into opening my eyes. She was staring at me with an intense amount of affection as her fingers continued their intimate assault. "I want you to remember this, to know it's me making you feel like this."

I tried to answer, but it hit at that moment. A tsunami is weak compared to what was coursing through my body. My heart was doing triple time, my hands ripped at the sheets and I flung my head back as my body came off the mattress even more. The high lasted an eternity, ebbing away slowly, in excruciatingly exquisite waves, aftershocks causing little tremors inside.




Do You Believe Me Now?



There is no sex in this story. It's a tale of a man that fought for love and a woman that didn't.

John was sitting in a booth at the diner when Kelly walked in and sat down.

"Thanks for coming Kelly." John said.

"Well John...you said it was really important...from the way you said it...I figured that I'd see what it was. So what's going on?" Kelly asked.

"I've got a question for you." John said.

"A question? A question? You could ask me a question over the phone John. Instead I drove all the way across town on my lunch hour. I don't believe this." Kelly said.

Kelly slapped the table in frustration.

"This isn't just a normal question Kelly. It's the kind of question that has to be asked face to face." John said.

"Well fine...I'm here...so ask your question." Kelly said.

"Do you believe me now?" John asked.

"Believe you about what?" Kelly asked.

"About Eric." John said.

"About Eric? John what the hell are you talking about?" Kelly asked.

"About 3 months before we broke up I noticed the way he was looking at you and the way he was flirting with you. I told you that I didn't like it and I told him that I didn't like it. You said I was imagining things, and even got mad at me for not trusting you. Over the last 3 months of our relationship it just got worse and worse. He was openly hitting on you in front of everyone and you were letting him do it. I told you that I didn't like it and you told me that you didn't believe that he was doing anything wrong and got mad at me again. Then came the day when I came home and found you gone. You'd moved out while I was at work and hadn't even left a note explaining it. I was heartbroken and confused until about a week later I heard that you were living with him. I understood what had happened then. So do you believe me now?" John asked.

"John...Eric had nothing to do with what happened between you and me." Kelly said.

"Oh really? Then tell me Kelly...why do I have this?" John asked.

He pulled a small ring box out of his pocket and put on the table between them. Kelly was surprised to see it...she started trembling.

"What's that?" Kelly asked.

"I think you know exactly what that is. I bought this a few days before I first noticed you and Eric flirting at that party...the first time I told you that I didn't like it. We'd been so insanely happy together...or at least I had been and it seemed like you had been as well. When I saw him flirting with you and you told me it was nothing I was angry...so I put this off until I calmed down. I never got the chance to calm down...things just got worse and worse until the day that you were gone Kelly. You said that Eric had nothing to do with what happened between us. Then explain to me Kelly how I went from wanting to give you this...to being heartbroken and hating you in just 3 months. Explain that to me Kelly." John said.

John opened the ring box and slid it over in front of Kelly. Kelly knew what was in the box, but seeing the sparkle of the diamond on the engagement ring finally broke Kelly's resolve. She broke down crying. John just sat there watching her for several minutes.

"Do you believe me now Kelly?" John asked.

Kelly couldn't bring herself to respond. She just looked at John with tears in her eyes and then got up from the table, ran out to her car, and drove away. John was left sitting at the table. He closed the ring box and put it back in his pocket. 

John was confused when an old man slid into the side of the booth that Kelly had just vacated.

"Hey...what do you think you're doing?" John asked.

"I couldn't help over hearing your conversation with the young lady. You were a little harsh don't you think?" Edward asked.

"No...I don't...we were together for 3 years...hell we bought a house together...a house that I'm now paying for myself. She never gave any sign that she wasn't as happy as I was...not until I saw her at that party flirting with him. She let it happen, but he was the aggressor. I told her it was happening...she denied it even right up to the end. Now she's living with that son of a bitch. I asked her to meet me today to see if she believed me now that he had destroyed our relationship. I wanted to show her just how much I had loved her and how much I wanted to be with her...the ring in my pocket got the message across pretty clear. Now I've hurt her the way she hurt me." John said.

"Maybe if you had spent more time taking care of Kelly and less time being jealous my son wouldn't have been able to steal her away from you." Edward said.

"Your son? Eric is your son?" John asked.

"Yes." Edward said.

John stood up from the table, grabbed the old man, pulled him to his feet and punched him as hard as he could in the face sending the old man tumbling to the floor. Edward was cowering and holding his arms up to protect his face as John leaned down and looked him in the eye.

"That was for raising a low down woman stealing son of a bitch." John said.

John threw money on the table for his food and walked out of the diner.

A few hours later...across town Eric came home and immediately knew that something wasn't right. Kelly's things were gone. He dialed her cell phone.

"Hello." Kelly said.

"Kelly...baby...what's going on? Where are you?" Eric asked.

"I can't...I can't be with you anymore Eric." Kelly sobbed.

"What? Why not? Kelly you aren't making any sense." Eric said.

"He was right...he was right...he was right all along." Kelly sobbed.

"Who was right? What are you talking about Kelly?" Eric asked.

"John...he was right...you stole me away from him. I let it happen, but you stole me away." Kelly said.

"Kelly...you left him willingly." Eric said.

"You made me willing...I shouldn't have let you...I shouldn't have let you get that close. John and I were happy for 3 years before you started hitting on me. He told me what you were doing...I didn't believe him. He was right. God damn you Eric." Kelly said.

"Kelly...don't be that way...if John let it happen that's his problem." Eric said.

"No...it's my problem...he warned me...he tried to stop me...I wouldn't listen." Kelly said.

"Kelly...baby...what about us?" Eric asked.

"There is no more us...there never should have been an us." Kelly said.

"So you're going back to him? Is that it Kelly...you're going back to John?" Eric asked.

"No...John would never take me back now after what I've done." Kelly said.

"Then why are you leaving me?" Eric asked.

"I owe it to John...I owe it to him to realize the mistake I made and put it right as much as I can." Kelly said.

"Mistake...Kelly I was not a mistake." Eric said.

"Yes you were. John was going to propose to me...he showed me the ring. He was so angry that first time that I told him that you flirting with me was no big deal that he decided to wait until he calmed down. Three months later I'd left him...I let you destroy 3 years of happiness in just 3 months. I was a fool. I hate you Eric and I don't ever want to see you or hear from you again." Kelly said.

"Kelly...wait." Eric said.

Kelly had hung up on him. Eric stared at his phone for a moment, then clenched his fists in anger.

"That mother fucker is going to pay for this." Eric said.

Eric got in his car and drove over to John's house...the house where his seduction of Kelly had begun. He ran to the door and started banging on it with angry fists. John had a very good idea who was at the door. He had no idea what Kelly had done after she left the diner, but he figured Eric would come looking for revenge for his dad. John was ready when he opened the door. Eric threw the first punch but John dodged out of the way before delivering a punch of his own that knocked Eric backwards and tumbling into the yard.

"Pathetic...like father like son...at least he had the excuse of being old. Did he send you over here or did you come all by yourself?" John asked.

"What are you talking about you son of a bitch?" Eric asked as he stood back up.

"You mean your dad didn't call you and tell you about how I punched him in the face at the diner and left him cowering on the floor like a little child?" John asked.

"What? You hit my dad?" Eric asked.

"I had to...he eavesdropped on the conversation I had with Kelly and then came to your defense. He deserved it for raising a woman stealing fuck like you." John said.

"You son of a bitch. What did you say to Kelly?" Eric asked.

"What the hell do you care?" John asked.

"I care because when I got home from work all of her stuff had been taken out of my apartment and she was long gone. I called her and she said that she didn't want anything to do with me anymore. So you tell me...you tell me what the fuck you said to her." Eric said.

"Go talk to your dad...he heard the whole conversation...and get off of my property before I give you a few broken ribs to go with that black eye." John said.

Eric looked at John and realized that running over there to challenge him to a fight had been a mistake. He backed away and then turned and hurried to his car and drove away.

As John turned to go back into the house there were tears in his eyes.

"I guess she finally believes me." John said.

He closed the door. 



Do You Believe Me Now?



Some days you just want to be left alone, left alone to drink and play video games and no worry about anything. Not worry about pissing off your friends, not worry about your job, not worry about a goddamned thing except how you're going to get to the end o the level and maybe what to put on your pizza. The best day of my life started off as one of those days.

I was lounging around the house wearing just pair of boxers with Donkey Kong printed on them and the words press started beneath him and one of my old work shirts completely opened. I would have been nude but I've got those vinyl couches that you kinda stick to and I hate that feeling. I had already made up my drink for the day, a towering Sprite and Green Apple Smirnoff mixture that tasted like a Jolly Rancher. My computer was set to play music and close by encase I got stumped on any of the games that I was playing and I was ready to play Ninja Gaiden II until I got bored and decided to play something else, I got drunk and passed out, or I had to go back to work on Monday almost two days away. 

My phone was close by much more out of necessity than out of desire. One of the real disadvantages of being self employed is that you really have to be on top of your service and being rude or unavailable really isn't an option you have open to you. So that's why I had my phone sitting there hopefully to remain untouched for the day.

With that much said I'm sure you can understand that I was more than a little pissed off when it started belting out that fake Caribbean tune that I have set for my customers (really set for anybody that isn't registered in the phone which usually means the same thing.) Anyway I was annoyed that I hadn't even gotten started with my laid back leave me the fuck alone day when the phone rang.

I answered my phone rattling off the practiced professional greeting and in response I received just three words and I didn't even quite recognize her voice. "Open your door." That was all she said before she hung up. That was a mixed blessing, it probably meant that it was either my ex, or one of my friends new ex's dropping off stuff they didn't want around. Which was a mixed blessing. I didn't want to talk to anybody and nobody wanted to talk to me. It still meant that I had to get up though since there was always the off chance that was had left something of value like an Xbox or an engagement ring or something else that if it were to disappear off my porch would eventually come back to bite me.

So I grumbled angrily and tossed my phone and controller onto the couch and walked over to the door and flung it open expecting there to be a box, or a bag on my door step. I wasn't expecting to find a half naked woman on her knees though I can definitely label that as a pleasant surprise. That would probably be the understatement of my life time.

There she was, my Minx, kneeling at my feet. Her light brown curls loosely framed her beautiful face and drew my attention straight to her eyes. She'd overdone the eye make up a bit; thick black lines beneath her eyes light purple eye shadow. Minx had done the same with her lips painting them a glossy red that looked even better stretched around the pink ball gag jammed into her mouth and making her drool. Her hands were behind her back forcing her healthy c-cupped chest temptingly forward. It didn't help that she'd chosen not to wear a bra and instead of a shirt she was wearing a black mesh shirt that nipples were poking straight through.

Minx's nearly perfect thighs were indecently spread revealing two things. The first was a brightly colored tattoo of the word 'Minx' framed by cherries on either side on her inner thigh. If that weren't mouth watering in its own right there was the thin patch of fabric that more displayed her cunny than concealed it and the spread patch of wetness. The skirt she'd chosen was a yellow and black plaid pattern and would have been better described as a belt than a skirt. It was so small that I noticed her thong before her skirt. Topping it off was the scent of female arousal, that pungent aroma that takes hold of your senses and empties your mind of anything resembling coherent thought while simultaneously cutting off your basic motor functions. 

"Get inside." She shook her head and then looked down guiding my attention to something I'd managed to miss, a sealed envelope at my feet. It was easy enough to overlook with a nearly naked woman kneeling in your door way. Anyway I picked it up and tore it open (I actually nearly lost the edge of the letter).

Dear Master,

Please use me for your pleasure. Use me anyway you want. Don't hold anything back. Use me Master, do everything you've told me you wanted push me to my limits and then push past them. Make me yours. Your slave, your whore, your animal, your Minx. I beg of you master accept me and use me.

Your Minx

Only two women have ever called me Master, only two women knew me well enough to know that I want to own my women and trusted me enough to give me that power over them. I think it's the same feeling a woman is supposed to get when a man proposes to her (I say this because the other woman who had called me Master was getting married soon but she's never sounded excited. I don't think she ever got that weakness in the knees I was experiencing, nor the tightness in the chest or lightheadedness.) That's what it was like for me though; I couldn't feel my body at all. It felt like it was only a moment that I stared at her trying to regain my bearings but she told me later it was more like five minutes before I'd ordered her come inside. 

Rising to your feet with your hands cuffed behind you is harder than it looks and she couldn't quite handle it and would have fallen if I hadn't caught her by the shoulders and steadied her. The moment I touched her flesh I felt something, I wouldn't realize it until much later and to some extent I'm still understand what I felt right then. She was mine. I felt it physically, a spark that passed through me. Minx felt it too, and I knew she had it was the look in her eyes.

She walked past me and into the house, even now neither of are sure if she walked in front because she knew that I wanted to watch her ass or because she knew I wasn't able to move on my own yet. Either way I was able to watch her ass as she walked by and no matter what she might say in her modesty that woman has an incredible ass and a nearly perfect switch. I could watch the way her hips move as she walks. I was so interested in her thighs that I saw something, something bluish in her ass but I just ignored it I mean I just have been crazy.

"Kneel." She looked back over her shoulder at me then she did as I commanded sinking back to her knees. I walked over and pulled my already rock hard cock and slapped it against her forehead. "That's a good slut." I teased rubbing my cock over her face, even hitting her with it a few times before I yanked her gag out of her mouth and down around her throat. 

I knew what I wanted from her, I new perfectly well that I wanted to twist her hair around fists and throat fuck her until she puked and once that had happened I was going to fuck her harder. I wasn't planning on stopping until she was whimpering for mercy and even then I meant to go on and push her harder and farther.

Even now I'm not sure if I should be ashamed because I didn't trust her as completely as she trusted me, or if I should be proud that some traces of humanity remained inside me but I didn't. I couldn't is more accurate. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

She shrieked pulling against her bonds for the first time since I'd seen her. "For months I tell you that you are what I want, what I chose. I chose to be your slave not over being your friend but over being his fiancée. If you say so I won't marry him, not ever. I chose you completely and you still fucking doubt me?! I literally gift wrap myself for your whims, handcuffed! Gagged! If you love me, if you really love me Chris use me and don't hold back. I want you to take off the gloves. I want you to treat me like your slut, your whore, your animal! I want you to treat me like you used to treat her." Low blow. I'd forgotten that words really can hurt physically but I felt that in my chest. That she would even threaten to let, I don't even want to think about it now so I'll just get back to the story after all you aren't reading this to get to know me better, you're reading so you can get to the fucking so I'll hurry along.

"I do believe you." I responded stepping forward.

"Then prove it, take off the fucking gloves and show me goddamnit!" She shouted up at me from her knees. I never thought a woman could manage to look that pissed off at me while kneeling at my feet.

"Fine, you think you can handle it?!" I snatched her by the hair and watched that look not quite of fear but of surprise wash over her face as I thrust my cock against her face. "Open your fucking mouth!" Minx smiled and did just that opening her jaw and letting me push into her mouth. Almost as soon as my cock pushed into her throat I felt her wretch her spit frothing up out of her mouth. Her eyes almost instantly turned started to swell with tears as I held her by the back of the head and skull fucked her. "You think you handle being a fucking cum dumpster!" I shouted at her. Even as she was struggling to keep her composure she nodded.

Minx is an amazing cock sucker, not that I really noticed right then because I was really just drilling her throat. If you've never heard a woman gagging on a cock it's difficult to describe, it's a wet 'gluckgluck' sort of sound that is combine with a slurping noise that just drives me nuts. "You like that bitch?" I asked her pulling my cock from her throat and rubbing my spit soaked cock across her forehead glazing her with spit.

"I want more Master!" Minx growled at me through clenched teeth. "Please don't disappoint me Master I want more." 

I still had her by the hair and so I yanked her head back forcing her to look straight up at me as I spat in her face. "You want more? Fine." I dragged her over to the couch and positioned her so her head was hanging upside down over the edge and her long beautiful legs went up the back of it with her heels leaving scratches in my paint. Jamming my thumbs into the corners of her mouth I pried her jaws open and pushed my cock into her throat. I could see her neck bulge as and twitch as her body tried to reject me. 

Minx told me that she wasn't scared; she knew that I would never hurt her not really. You would have thought she was scared if you'd felt her body spasm as when every inch of my cock was buried in her throat and my nuts sloppy with her spit rested on her nostrils completely cutting off her hair. I rested like that watching her chest heave and her throat twitch until finally she reached up and pushed against me and even then I pushed harder for a second before pulling out and letting her gasp for air. I didn't even let her exhale before I was fucking her pretty face again forcing her to blow bubbles in her spittle. 

I kept at her like that for several minutes before I pulled my back and started stroking my dick. "You're gonna cum on my face?!" She cried in mock disgust. "You would use me like a fucking slut?" She whimpered egging me on.

That was one of the best orgasms of my life; I felt it all the way in my stomach it was so strong. The first blast splashed across her cheek and chin mixing with the spit and sweat already messing her pretty face. The next landed right in her eye and oozed down to her forehead with a few more drops dripping onto her chin before I sank to my knees.

"Thank you Master." She whispered reaching her hands up to wipe the mess from her face yelping as I swatted her hand away.

"You don't think you're done yet do you? I don't even have a picture yet. Don't fucking move." She responded that she wouldn't and I got back to my feet and got my camera snapping off a few pictures. I don't really have the right words to describe how my Minx looked right then; her eyes were red from a combination of sweat, spit, tears and spunk. That cocktail of human fluids had gotten into her hair plastering it to her face strand by strand. She looked . . . used. I can't find a better word than used so that's how I'll describe her. My Minx was thoroughly used and I hadn't even gotten started. "Crawl I'll guide you."

The idea of challenging my orders didn't even cross her mind; she slipped from the couch to the floor and crawled. She as an ass, it took a lot of self control not to just start fucking her right then but I watched her fine ass sway as she crawled. She was almost catlike as she moved and then of course just a woman on her knees always gets me. Minx tells me that she can feel my eyes on her, that it's like a pair of hot points on her flesh and right then she felt like she'd catch on fire if she didn't hurry along and that was why she had rug burn on her knees. 

Minx knew what was going to happen as soon as her hands hit the cold tile. "Master. . ." She plead with that single word and look. 

"Shut the fuck up, you wanted the full experience didn't you; you're not backing out are you? You know what even if you were I don't give a shit!" I took her by the throat put her on her knees hanging her head backward over my toilet. "Open." There is nothing in this world quite as exciting as the look on a woman's face when she's about to do something that will forever change how she looks at herself. 

For me this was the first moment that I knew it was all true. That everything she had told me was completely true. She was mine, she belonged to me and I could do with her whatever I wanted. Minx had been telling me for months, or probably years that she was mine. I'd felt it before, I'd trusted that she wasn't a liar before then but it's you never really know until you know. Some things go deeper than words, spoken, printed, written or instant messaged. Maybe that's my downfall though, that I don't take anything on faith because she took me on faith. Not only that I wanted her as much as she wanted me, but that I wouldn't, couldn't hurt her. 

Right then was the moment I realized something else that I'd tried to keep from admitting. She was right. Minx, Kitten, Caly, Fuck Pig and Astrid were all right and right then and right now as I'm writing this it hurts to admit but it's true. I can't live without them, I love my women so much that it hurts but they love me more than I love them. It might be that before a woman will put up with the tortures that I dish out that she needs to love me completely, I don't know if I'm even capable of that level of devotion. Sometimes I feel . . . dirty because those around me love me so much more than I can ever understand. This story is only about one of them. Minx, if you're reading this, I love you. I love you so much and I hope I can make you believe. This was of course written for you.

She didn't resist me; she leaned her head back and opened her mouth knowing what would happen. In reality I'd never really done this before, sure she wasn't the first girl I'd pissed on or in but normally I had planned for it the entire day and had drank plenty of water. My last slave told me that drinking my piss wasn't even that gross. It was warm but aside from that it was just water and any grossness was just what she imagined from knowing what she was doing. Of course I didn't really appreciate that until much later.

What I did appreciate immediately was that a beautiful woman was leaned backwards over my toilet, her mouth open waiting for her golden gift. Minx shut her eyes, but beyond that she didn't move. "Swallow as much you can girl." She agreed and I started pissing.

The look of disgust on her face was apparent but she did exactly what I told her to and more. She let her mouth fill with the pungent golden fluid and then she gulped it down and opened her mouth again accepting more of my fluids. She sputtered and spat a few times when it my pissed hit went into her nose or shot against her eyes but my girl didn't let me down, she kept her mouth open and kept moving to make sure she got as much of it in her mouth as she could manage swallowing my urine like it was her favorite drink. It was less than a minute of pissing until I shook those last few drops onto her chest and smiled.

"You're such a nasty little bitch." I teased and straddled her head. "When you can guess what I had for breakfast you can stop." Minx hesitated earning her my tweaking her nipple hard enough to make her hiss in pain and start rimming me. Considering this was the very first time she'd given a rim job she was fucking awesome, her tongue spiraling around my hole occasionally stabbing at it like she was trying push into me. Minx occasionally breaking away to guess at my meal I let her stay like that for almost five minutes before I finally stood up and sat on the edge of the tub.

If it was possible looked even more used than she had before. Her curly light brown hair was completely soaked now with a cocktail of piss and toilet water that made her hair cling to her head in sexy clumps that partially obscured her face as she pulled her head up. My piss had washed away most of the spit and cum from before but there were still a few remnants clinging to her face. My Minx was well used but what I really remember most of all about her was she was smiling as she looked at me. She was happy.

"Have I pleased you Master?" 

"Yes you have, but we're not done yet. Turn around." Minx knew what I wanted and got up onto her knees her face hanging over the toilet bowl. Her cunny was completely soaked almost glistening with her juices which I admit surprised me. It never ceases to amaze me that women can get off on just being used like that. 

She's tried to explain to me numerous times. She says it has to do with knowing that she's making me happy excites her. Even things I wouldn't think like she loves hearing that I got myself off in the shower thinking of her. If she's not already completely soaked by the time she gets this far into this account she will be when she finds out that I've had to write this in shifts, it's hard to concentrate with a boner. I honestly don't really understand it but I realize that I don't need to understand. I don't really understand how an internal combustion engine works, how a laser printer functions or how the internet takes words from my fingertips to your computer. That doesn't stop me from driving, printing letters or posting stories on Literotica. How a woman can be so perfectly happy serving at my feet may be one of those things that I don't need to understand, I just need to accept and thank whatever powers may be that I've been blessed with woman who will always be mine and who means everything to me. Sorry didn't mean to gush. 

I took the hand cuffs off her and tossed them aside, I'd rediscover them two days later cleaning the bathroom; they had ended up behind the toilet. She was already wet and I wasn't going to keep my Minx waiting. I rammed myself into her pussy forcing her forward, her tits crushed against the still cool porcelain, her head forced into the yellow tinged toilet water. Minx screamed but I only heard an explosion of bubbles and a slight whimper. I took Minx's hands and held them behind her forcing her arch her back and raise her ass as I fucked her. It also meant that just to get her head out of the water to breath she couldn't just go straight up she had to come back, she had to force me deeper into her cunt so the longer I held her under the harder she'd fuck me.

Every time she came up for air I heard her whimpering, and sobbing. I even paused a few times to give her time to complain if she needed, I almost asked but then I heard her voice in my head. Why don't you believe me! I did believe her, it was my turn to live up to my half of the relationship. I kept pumping against her the water in the toilet sloshing around with each thrust, her tight cunny kept clenching down tightening around cock. If I hadn't already came I wouldn't have lasted two strokes, she I was stretching her out as I fucked her and I could feel everything inside her, it was incredible. 




Do You Believe Me Now?



"Master I'm gonna, may I-"She'd been trying to ask permission, or warn me or both but she was a little late. I already knew and she was too far gone to stop the orgasm from slamming through her body. It felt like her cunny was trying to pull into her and hold in its velvety vice lock. That more than enough to push me over the edge thrust into her as hard as I could driving her head back into the water as I came inside her moaning as I did. As soon as I was finished cumming I pulled out of her and leaned back against the bathtub. Minx sat up tossing her hair behind her and spraying me with toilet water (a fact that was lost on me until just now, not that it made a difference.) and knelt down watching me.

"Thank you so much Minx, I love you so much." I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her against me kissing her firmly on the lips. She tried to pull away but I held her in place until I was finished then pulled back kissing her forehead before pulling away.

"Master I'm filthy." 

"You're mine and you're always beautiful. Now let's get you cleaned up." I started the running a bath. "You're mine and you always will be you've seen to that." As I spoke I'll undressed her laying her clothing on the counter. I ran my finger over her tattoo, over her brand. I helped her into the tub and gently dunked her beneath the water.

"Master."

"Yes My Minx?" I was busy looking for my loofa; it came with some soap I bought one day. I'm not gay which is why I didn't know where it was. Anyway it took a few minutes to find it and the raspberry shampoo that was left over from some girl who'd spent a few days over and forgotten it. Back to the point I washed her hair and cleaned her up and we talked. Not really about anything in particular, well there was one thing I had to ask about but I'll wait to tell you about it until later about that. 

"Nothing Master I just wanted to hear you claim me again."

"I'll always claim you Minx, always."

I won't bother boring you with our bathroom conversation I'll skip ahead to my leaving her in the bathroom to shower up. I'd given her a bath and washed her hair but we both needed a few minutes of down time before I started putting her back to use. Even I needed a bit of a rest and recharge after two orgasms in just under an hour. I hadn't even bothered getting dressed; I'd just thrown on my robe and went back to the living room. Considering how vividly I remember most of the details of that day, the way she looked, the emotion in her eyes, the way she smelled, the way her lips tasted, all those details and millions more that would only bore you and are best left out I can't remember what I put in the microwave to eat. That might be because I didn't get around eating it and ended up ordering pizza, beef and bacon. Instead I hopped on my laptop (the same one I'm writing out this account on) and went to check my mail and a few other essentials since I probably wasn't going to get another chance any time soon, I also poured two shots of rum and set them aside.

I play several online games, a wrestling game, a zombie game, a nation building game (if you want links to these game feel free to email me to ask, I love getting new players) I think I was in the middle of the zombie game when she got out of the shower, not that I really noticed. If my attention had been on her rather than on making certain I got to shelter before my character (Ultimate Jack Spicer) was too exhausted to go on I would have noticed that I didn't hear the water running. I would have heard her crawling into the room but I didn't notice that either.

Minx crawled right up to me though and pressed her lips to my foot. Again I felt that jolt of euphoria wash over me, that feeling that comes with knowing that I own her. That she is mine no matter where she goes or where she is, she is mine. She's probably lucky I didn't kick her though since she caught me off guard. Just because I wanted to see what she would do I didn't respond, or I didn't say anything. She responded by kissing my other foot sending another very real wave of pleasure through my body. I w clamped down on my lips hoping to capture that whimper of pleasure but I failed.

"Master, please don't ignore me." She whispered kissing my feet again.

"I couldn't ignore you if I tried." My reply was setting my laptop aside. (Ultimate Jack Spicer ended up as lunch for several zombies that day, a small price to pay.)

"I noticed." Minx was staring between my legs at my cock, her beautiful eyes widening as it grew before her eyes.

"Naughty girl." I teased as I let my eyes wander over her. She was back in her outfit now, black mesh shirt that displayed her full round perfect tits, her hands were behind her back again pushing her tits out even more. Her panties were already soaked again even though she'd just gotten out of the shower and again I almost didn't notice she was wearing that yellow and black skirt.

"Would you want me any other way?" She asked quickly leaning in to lick the underside of my balls.

"Of course not." She still had that fresh from the shower smell, that crisp aroma and her skin glistened slightly. Minx's hair was starting to dry and curl as it did. "You know what I want now?" I reached over to my laptop and brought my up my music and quickly scanned for a song. "I want you to strip." I handed her one of the shot glasses. "Drink up."

"What is it?"

A cold smile curled my lips; Minx tells me that's when I'm scariest, when I get that smile on my face. It's also when she truly knows that she is owned, that all the times I ask her opinion, permission or service that I'm really not asking. I'm only phrasing it that way to sound nice. "What does it matter, unless your allergic or some shit like that I tell you to drink and you drink slave and curiosity is unbecoming a kajira." I watched her take the shot them grimace at the burn and set the shot back down. In reality that turned out to be a wasted joke since she'd never read any of John Norman's Gor series and besides I'd always hated that part of the philosophy. I love to be asked questions, I love to talk, and I can practically talk to myself as long as there is someone in the room sort of nod and uh huh every few minutes. "I want you to dance for me."

Minx bit down on her lip nervously here eyes drifting from mine to some invisible object off to my right. "Can I make a few requests?" I consented and found myself pulled away from my couch and pushed into one of my wooden chair in the middle the living room. She shut the blinds, more to dim the light than for peeping toms or so she claims, not that it really matters. She pulled up something on the internet for her music and I don't know the song. It was a slow song with a fast rhythm, like a lot of those James Bond songs. It was sang by a woman in husky tone that distracted you from understanding anything she was saying and instead focus on her voice and the music.

"Please be patient with me Master." She whispered over her shoulder. I nodded before remembering she couldn't see me and told it was ok. Minx shivered slightly keeping her back to me and taking the second shot from my hand and starting the music over again for the third time. Third time was the charm though; she started swaying her hips back and forth wider each time as her thighs crept apart each beat bringing her closer to the ground until her ass grazed the carpet. She turned around and walked towards me. "Do you want me?" I nodded dumbly and she turned her back to me again and sat down in my lap grinding her firm buns against my cock. Her lets shot apart straddling me and slipping my cock into the crack of her ass and then leaned her head back and caught my ear between her lips tugging lustfully as she did her best to make me cum.

"Goddamn!" I exclaimed wriggling in the chair to get away from her slightly and she swung her legs over me and pushed her ass right up against my face giving me my first really good look at the blue rubber orbs crammed into her ass, only a string hung out, but the anal beads kept her ass open just a enough to be seen. I had noticed them earlier when we were in the shower but I hadn't been able to figure out what it was. Minx had said it was a surprise but I would enjoy it. She was wet again, just to make sure I knew Minx rubbed my nose in it before she moved behind me.

"Tell me you want me Master, please." Minx leaned over my shoulder running her hands down my chest and over my stomach her breasts brushed against my cheek and the tips of her fingers grazed the base of my cock.

"I want you. I need you." My pulse was starting to pick up as she pulled away from me taking all the air with her. She peeled her shirt over her and tossed it in front of me. Minx asked me not to turn around and hard as it was I obeyed. Maybe it's just me but there is something about knowing there are bare tits right next to you and not being able to see them that drives me wild. "Hurry up." I whimpered my hand gravitating toward my now throbbing cock. I fucking crave you."

Minx strutted out in front of me again squatting down her legs lewdly spread as she pulled her thong to the side and slipped her a single finger into her tight pussy. "Will you fuck me there Master?" She slipped a second finger in then sank to her knees leaning back as and thrashing her shoulders around like she was cumming. I nearly tackled her right then. "No, my Master already ready used my pussy." Minx turned her back to me and pressed her cheek to the carpet again pulling the flimsy cloth away as she kept fingering herself. "He used my mouth too; maybe he wants my ass now?" Her fingers moved up finally grabbing that string and tugging steadily and I stared in awe as she pushed the first of the blue balls out her asshole visibly stretching that forbidden hole. "Please Master, fuck my ass. Fuck it nice and hard." She whimpered as her sphincter started to stretch again pushing out a second ball both of them about the same size as a golf ball. For a second I was able to stare into her gaped open ass and see the final ball, and then slowly it shut again. "Fuck your Minx; make her know she's yours." 

Minx turned slowly toward me crawling towards me her breasts swaying back and forth as she approached. Her lips moved to my nuts slurping on them for a moment before she snapped to her feet her hands on my knees as she leaned over and started slurping on my cock. Mean while her ass was pushed up into the air as a constant reminder of my treat. Minx made a point of swaying her hips just enough that could hear the anal beads slap against her thighs. 

She only slurped long enough to get my cock wet then she spun around putting those dirty toys just inches from my face. "Master can you please pull out the last one?" I grabbed the one of the balls in my hand and gently pulled watching the final orb steadily stretch her open until it fell out. I pushed Minx to her knees, one hand on the back of her neck and pinning her down. Her ass hadn't even had a chance to close all the way when I started fucking ass. "Master . . . it's . . . fucking . . . huge!" She gasped each time I thrust into her it punctuated her sentence. 

"Open your mouth." She did as I commanded opening her mouth and took those beads and pushed them two of them into her mouth ballooning her cheeks out like a chipmunk. I could see her tongue moving around inside her mouth cleaning the balls while I fucked her. I pushed a finger into her mouth forcing one of the balls out. I grabbed on either side of her head using the center ball as a combination gag and reigns pulled her head back as I fucked her. She whimpered and pushed back against me grinding her ass against me. After a few minutes like that I leaned back pulling her with me until she was sitting on my cock and I could watch her move up and down on my cock. I dropped the beads and gripped her tits.

"Fuck me harder Master!" Minx squealed as I played with her tits. "You like my tits don't you, you like playing with my big fucking tits don't you Master?" I responded by continuing to play with them, tweaking her nipples and kissing over her the nape of her neck and along her spine occasionally nipping at her shoulder. "Cum for me Master, cum!" Minx turned her head and kissed me fiercely. "I want to taste it when you're done." I came instantly flooding her ass with my cum and nearly passed out at the same time. 

Minx scrambled off me and started sucking my cock while I weakly whimpered caught between the pleasure of watching her suck and the that uncomfortable super sensitivity right that had me pushing her away. "Enough enough." Minx gripped my cock and squeezed out the last drop of cum onto her tongue and then swallowed it. 

As soon as she finished she curled up at my side and kissed my cheek. "Do you believe me now Master?" I did the only thing I could think. I cupped my Minx's face in my hands pulled her close to me locking my eyes with hers and I kissed her and poured every ounce of love I could muster into that kiss. 

They say that they there is a first time for everything, of course we know that's not true. There are plenty of things there will never be a first time for. The vast majority of women will never kneel at man's feet and kiss them; they won't allow themselves to be used as urinals. Most men will never experience a woman as completely as I have Minx. I would never cheapen what she did for me by saying that there is a first time for everything . There is also the fact that a first time for everything implies that that it will happen again. There's a first time you drive, a first time you get laid, a first time you get your heart broken. All of these things are regular parts of the human experience, things that people pity those who've never experienced. 

This wasn't one of those experiences either. This was one of those once in a life time experiences. (Encase I'm boring you I'm not rambling I'm searching for the right words, be patient I'm almost done I promise) This was a once in a life time experience that I'll be trying to duplicate as long as I live. It was the perfect once in a life time kiss and for the first time in my life I was so happy that I cried.



"Do You Believe Me Now?"



Naomi is the ex-girlfriend of a friend of mine. She has a killer figure, 5 feet 7 inches with 34 DD boobs, 28 inch waist and 36 inch hips. She has long, silky black hair that flows down to her butt and a sexy, sultry smile and face that gives guys instant hard-ons. She is originally Sri Lankan, but born and brought up abroad. She is, in all senses of the word, a big titted bimbo. A body to be fucked into submission and not really much going on in the brains department. However, I've always thought my friend a damn lucky bastard and have fantasised about fucking her on too many occasions to count, while stroking my average dick to climax.

One night (when my friend and Naomi were still together), we were all invited to a house party. I arrived at around 8 pm to pick them both up and when I saw Naomi, my heart skipped a beat and my dick throbbed in my pants. She was really sexily dressed in a tight black dress with her ample cleavage displayed for posterity and her long hair worn in a single, three plait braid cascading neatly down to one side of her head. The dress was short and it stopped just above her knees, showing plenty of her languid legs. She was dressed to tease, her "bimbo" attributes honed to the max.

We arrived at the party and were introduced to everyone there. It seemed like a great party and there were quite a number of guys and girls there. However, my eye was drawn, due to his imposing frame, to this one black guy in particular called Jerome, built like a steam train and wearing a tight fitted T- shirt. He was at least 6 foot 2, chiselled face and body to match, a fine male specimen who made most average males conscious of their own bodies; an alpha male if there ever was one. I saw him spot Naomi and without fail, like most guys, he gave the full look from top to bottom. Unbeknownst to anyone but me, however, he licked his lips slightly, as if seeing a tasty morsel.

Jerome walked up to us, wading through the crowd and pushing several individuals out of the way in a cocky manner, and introduced himself. "Hey, I'm Jerome," he said as he made a beeline for Naomi and shook her hand. He seemed to hold on to her hand for a little bit longer than what I thought was normal. But my friend seemed pretty comfortable with him so I didn't think anything of it at that time. We all stood around talking for a bit but my friend was introduced to someone else so moved away from the rest of us. I, however, lingered within earshot of Jerome, and now Naomi who was alone with him. I could hear pretty much everything that Jerome was saying to her. Jerome started to chat her up, teasingly flirting with her, getting her drinks and generally telling her how amazing she looked. I thought I saw Naomi's cheeks go a dark shade of red as these compliments were heaped on her by the black stud. 

My friend Nikhil, her boyfriend, didn't seem to mind or care, probably because he trusted her back then and he was just talking to other people, not really observing. But, I was keeping a hawk eye on proceedings, with a curious sense of sexual excitement and agitation.

Jerome continued to shower Naomi with compliments and slowly, as the alcohol took effect, Naomi started to do those things, which are always a warning sign. She touched and twirled the end of her braided hair and sometimes touched Jerome on his bulging arm while she laughed at something that he was saying. And every time she touched him, her hand rested on his for longer. For no reason whatsoever I happened to glance downwards and I was well and truly gobsmacked by what met my eye. I caught sight of a massive erection running down the length of Jerome's jeans and it looked at least 12 inches long. Now, I've heard stories about black guys and their dicks, but this was my first experience in real life and they weren't exaggerating in those stories.

Jerome leant over and whispered something in Naomi's ear. She giggled and punched him on his arm. It seemed a playful and surprisingly intimate gesture. I sensed that something was about to give. Suddenly, Jerome took her by her hand and started leading her away from the rest of the party. Amazingly, Naomi didn't seem to resist and started to go along with him. For one moment, I didn't know what to do. I looked around for my friend Nikhil but he was nowhere to be seen, probably talking to people in some other part of the house. So, I followed her and Jerome on tip-toes taking care not to draw attention to myself. 

They went up a set of stairs. I staid back a bit waiting for them to go up the stairs and I could clearly see, as they were climbing, that Jerome had put his hand on Naomi's awesome butt and he was holding her close to him. There was no sign of hesitation or apprehensiveness from her at all. I followed them to the upper level and observed them go into a room. However, as the door was faulty, they couldn't shut it entirely and it remained slightly ajar. I waited for a while, a little bit away from the room, not wanting them to hear me or my footsteps as I crept up to the door gradually. 

I edged closer to the door, just in time to hear Jerome saying, "You still think I'm making it up?" I heard Naomi giggle and she said "No way, that's not possible." Jerome responded "Do you want me to prove it?" At that precise moment, with my left hand, I slowly moved the door open a little more so I could see into the room. They were so preoccupied with each other that they did not realise I was there and that the door had opened a bit more. I could see that they had been seated on the bed, not quite touching but almost that close. However, at the moment of me looking into the room, Jerome had stood up unbuttoned his jeans, rolled down the zip and pulled his pants and underwear down in one swift motion. Their conversation instantly became clear to me. Jerome must have implied the size of his member and that's what Naomi had contradicted. Naomi must have answered "yes" to his previous question of wanting to prove it just as I had creaked the door open more.

Jerome's huge 12 inch dick sprang out and reached for the sky, flicking Naomi slightly on the nose as it was released from his pants. "So what do you think now?" Jerome queried displaying his tool proudly. I am not gay at all but I honestly swear I had never before seen another man's dick and been so in absolute awe of the size, thickness and sheer beauty of it. It was awe inspiring to any man let alone any woman. 

Jerome took off his T shirt and threw it on the bed. His hard, black muscles gleamed, as if polished. Naomi sat, absolutely speechless, and just stared at his chest. She stroked her braid slowly, her right hand clasping a high bit and her left hand a bottom bit, rotating both hands slowly down the entire length of her braid before starting again. She surveyed Jerome's dick as she stroked her hair with a coquettish look. I half expected her to have a moment of clarity and reiterate that she had a boyfriend and what were they doing but, inwardly, I was praying that she did not. I took out my mobile phone, put it on video camera, and pointed it into the room with one hand as I touched my massive erection with the other, hoping against hope that what I wanted to happen was going to happen next.

Naomi looked like she was in trance, just rolling her hair in her hands and staring at this 12 inch, uncircumcised black dick that was rock hard and straining for the sky. "Like what you see?" Jerome asked in a very gruff voice and positioned his left leg on the bed and tilted his body at an angle so that she got the best possible view of the full extent of his massive cock. While doing this, he leaned himself forward a bit so that the tip of his cock grazed Naomi's cheek, ever so slightly. The contact of Jerome's cock against her cheek brought Naomi out of the trance. She shifted on the bed and I thought the game was up. She would now come to her senses and tell him that nothing was going to happen and it was all a bit of fun but that it had to stop that instant. However, she shifted off the bed and on to her knees. I now knew full well what was about to transpire. The stroking of the braid had been a clear fire sign that her heart had been racing and lust was seizing her body. Jerome seemed to sense this too and a smug look of satisfaction mixed in with anticipation crossed his face. Some precum oozed out of his cock expectantly. 

"Wow, you weren't lying about the size of this thing," Naomi said as she reached up with one hand and grabbed Jerome's cock. She slid her hand down and Jerome's foreskin rolled back slickly, indicating that this was a guy who fucked regularly. Jerome's dick was so large that Naomi could join her other hand to the first one and that's what she did. She took her hands off for a moment, spit into both of them, and then reapplied them to Jerome's monster dick. She began sliding both hands back and forth in long, languid strokes, jerking Jerome off and looking up at him with these coy, fuck me eyes. "You like that?" she asked. "Oh, yeah baby, tug on that big, black dick," Jerome groaned, his eyes closing and looking upwards, his body shuddering with supreme enjoyment. 

Naomi continued to pump Jerome for a few minutes but she stopped abruptly. "Time to try something new," she said and, with those words, she lifted Jerome's cock up with her right hand, and ducked down to give his balls a little flick with her tongue. This drove Jerome to ecstasy and he grunted out, "Shit yeahhhhh, baby." Naomi went up from Jerome's balls, tracing the full length of his 12 inch dick shaft with her tongue until her moist, wet mouth closed around his glistening, black cock tip. I could tell that she was now well and truly hooked. A hand job was one thing but she was now preparing to give a blow job to an awesome specimen of a black dick. 

Naomi made a small slurping noise as her beautiful soft lips encased the top of Jerome's dick and then came off it with a popping sound. She licked her lips and said "Tastes nice," while going back for a second helping. This time she put a bit more of his huge cock in her mouth. I saw Jerome's butt clench as he enjoyed the sweet, wet sensation of the hot Sri Lankan bitch's sexy lips and mouth. "Yeah, sweetheart, I knew you were built to slobber on my black dick the moment I saw you," he said as he lifted his left hand and positioned it behind the left side of Naomi's head. He reached down with his right hand and found the thick, three strand braid of Naomi's hair. He lifted the braid, brought it up and wrapped a section of her braid around the base of his cock. I found this action so immensely sexy that I came with incredible force into my underpants. Jerome exerted pressure with is left hand and started to gently face fuck Naomi. Naomi started to stroke his balls with her free left hand while her right one crept upwards to feel the thick, muscular six pack of Jerome's midriff. "Yeah, blow that dick good girl," Jerome exclaimed as his face fucking of Naomi started to quicken pace. 

Jerome's muscular butt swayed back and forth as his monster tool glided in and out of Naomi's salivating mouth with slippery ease and in mesmerising rhythm. As my cock grew hard again in my trousers and my mobile phone recorded the events for posterity, I realised that this was one of the most dick raising sights I would ever witness, far surpassing anything I had seen in porn movies. Slivers of spit pooled and trickled down the side of Naomi's face down to her chin as she received the mouth fucking of a life time. Jerome placed both his hands behind Naomi's head now and I saw his fingers tighten as he pushed her head into his groin while simultaneously jamming his cock further into her mouth. Jerome was really thrusting quickly, hard and very rhythmically, and I saw the thick outline of his member as it made a bulge in Naomi's cheek. Suddenly, Naomi gagged and Jerome's cock plopped out of her mouth as she coughed violently. "Bit too much for you to handle baby?" Jerome quizzed. 

Naomi steadied herself after the small coughing fit and glanced up with absolute, hot, steaming lust straight into Jerome's eyes. Her black mascara that she had expertly applied and that really accentuated her slutty eyes to give her this constant "take my ass from behind" look had begun to run, as her eyes watered from the vicious tonsil bashing that she had been subjected to. But that made her look even hotter and the embodiment of horniness. The end of her braided hair still remained loosely tied to the base of Jerome's cock. "Not at all big boy, give me more of that beautiful, big, black cock," she said as she smacked her lips one more time and moved back on to her knees and towards Jerome's pulsating dick. 

"You like my long hair, dontcha?" she enquired, in a purring voice, as she gathered up the rest of her braid and painstakingly tied it in circular motions, loop after loop, around Jerome's 12 incher, until only the top of his bulbous cock head, engorged with blood, remained visible. She then began to slowly massage and rub the mass of her bunched up hair up and down his cock, while she took his cock head into her mouth again and stimulated it expertly. "Ah shit, yes, fuck that's good," Jerome moaned. "I was always a fan of the Disney movie, Pocahontas, but I never thought I would get to fuck her," he sniggered, while he glanced down, face flushed with pleasure, down at Naomi's piercing eyes and luscious mouth staring up at him with his dick buried deep underneath the folds of her hair, with its tip being expertly manoeuvred by her tongue and cheeks.

Jerome stood up straight and arched his back and brought both his hands up behind his head. He seemed to relax and his face eased up into one of deliriously devilish delight as Naomi continued to steadily stroke him and suck him off at the same time. His previous hard, thrusting motions had now been replaced by a gentle bucking back and forth as Naomi's fat, bimbo lips rolled backwards and forwards, coating his shining cock head in saliva that dribbled back down the length of his cock shaft and made her braided hair wet as it came into contact with it. This scene was again too much to take for me and I ejaculated violently for a second time making my wet underwear even wetter. Naomi had been stroking and sucking Jerome off for a good 15 minutes now but the "brick-house" like built black dude showed no signs of cumming. 

However, just as I was marvelling at his immense stamina, Jerome withdrew his cock suddenly from Naomi's mouth, rapidly sliding it out through the rolls of her braided hair, and retreating a few steps back. Naomi's hair, free of its bonds, but even heavier now due to its wetness from her drool and Jerome's precum, fell back down her left side. But, as it had been massed together, her braid became wedged in the 34 DD cleavage of her black dress. "Something wrong baby?" she asked coyly. Jerome's body shuddered and I thought he was going to explode as his cock tensed and jerked. "Damn bitch, you suck one mean cock, almost made me blow my wad too soon," Jerome replied. "But that ain't gonna happen today," he added, cockily, grabbing the base of his erect monster and again moving forward towards Naomi. He smeared his slimy cock all over Naomi's cheeks, nose and closed mouth, leaving a stick residue of her spit and his precum all over her face. He then lifted his dick high before dropping it with a light tap on her closed lips. Naomi opened her mouth and Jerome pushed himself in again. Naomi's mouth closed eagerly around his cock as she said "yummmm" with Jerome's 12 inch dick stuffed in her mouth.

Jerome started to face fuck Naomi all over again and I really started to admire the endurance of this black dude and his enormous dick. However, a bit of doubt began to creep into my mind. Jerome was fully naked and had been since the start, but Naomi was still fully clothed in her figure hugging black dress. I began to wonder if this was how far she was willing to go and she would not take it any further. If Jerome blew his load, would that be the end of proceedings? Would I not get to see that hot Sri Lankan's pussy (surely glistening and wet by now) being pounded and pile-driven into submission by a big, black monster dick? Jerome, as if reading my mind, seemed to sense this too. If he didn't take things up another notch, things may well end prematurely without ever getting the chance to sample this prime Asian pussy. He therefore took this as the opportune moment to make his move. 

"Let me help you with this," he said, as he lowered his right hand to free Naomi's coiled, wet braid from its tangled resting place on top of her killer cleavage. As he shifted it away and allowed it to fall to her side again, he let his hand take the place of her braid and cupped the outside of her left breast, enclosing the full melon sized form of her boob in his large hand which was the size of a goal keeper's glove almost. Once her boob was fully entrenched in his hand, he squeezed it gently. A guttural, ecstatic moan of "uuuunnnhhhh," escaped from Naomi's lips which were busy sucking away at Jerome's huge dick. "Oh, you like that, do you?" Jerome observed as he started to more vigorously massage Naomi's boob through her dress. Naomi started to moan in wild delirium as he began to knead her boob roughly, like it was some sort of dough.

Naomi started to suck furiously on Jerome's dick now. She brought both hands together on his dick and began stroking it back and forth at maniacal pace even as she blew the life out of his bulging cock head with her huge, fat, thick lips built to give blow jobs. I think somewhere in the back of her head, a small strand of hesitancy was forming about what she was doing. It almost seemed as if she was trying to get Jerome to cum as soon as possible so she could then call a halt after that. Jerome started to tighten as waves of pleasure, too hard to control, spread through his loins. He, however, sensed what Naomi was trying to do and cleverly put a stop to any new found resistance in one, swift motion. 

Jerome reached down, put his hand on Naomi's dress where her cleavage was and gave a firm, yet gentle, tug. The front of Naomi's dress descended past her cleavage and further down her body and her 34DD bazookas burst out of their captivity and swung out into the open. I swear I almost heard a gentle swish of noise as they exploded out of their confines into full view. Naomi was now topless in front of Jerome and what a sight those breasts were to behold. They were templates for a breast surgeon. Firm, round, tight, magnificent globules with hard, brown perfectly formed nipples standing erect to attention. I stared in disbelief at her awesome, naked rack and poured heavily into my underpants again.

Once I had finished ejaculating forcefully for a third time, I looked up again to survey the mind-blowingly sexy scene unfolding before me. I could now see how very clever Jerome was. He had astutely observed that Naomi had been wearing a halter top dress that did not have any shoulder straps, so it would slip down easily if pulled. He had also put two and two together, that if it was a halter top dress then Naomi couldn't be wearing a bra that had shoulder straps either. I didn't know how I had missed that when I had met her earlier on that night; Jerome obviously was much more experienced in seducing and bedding women than I was. My respect for him grew, even as I started to feel bad for my friend. Here was his hot Sri Lankan girlfriend greedily sucking and slobbering on a completely strange black man's gigantic pussy pleaser just one floor above where he was. 

The exposure of her boobs seemed to have a very sobering effect on Naomi. Just as her tits emerged forth from her dress, standing proud, firm and resplendent, she let out a small yelp of surprise and ejected Jerome's monster tool from her mouth. As Jerome's slippery black cock came free, there was a stream of Naomi's saliva that followed it, which slid off Jerome's cock and splashed all over her newly revealed boobs. Naomi retreated back slightly and made as if to hide her natural wonders with her hands. However, Jerome was quick to nip this moment of lucidity in the bud. Just as her hands were coming up he quickly moved forward close to her face, so that her hands, which were blocked by his body, settled on his solid, muscular black butt instead. He gave his cock two quick strokes, held it by its base and rubbed his tip on Naomi's lips. "Let's keep this party going baby," he exclaimed and as Naomi opened her mouth to answer he deftly glided his dick back into her mouth. 




"Do You Believe Me Now?"



Jerome started to punish Naomi's mouth again with firm and efficient thrusts. As he did so, he slid his hands down and spread Naomi's saliva all over her boobs. He smeared the spit all around and massaged her tits with large, luxurious, round movements. This had the desired effect on Naomi and I could tell that her body was now exploding with sexual fever. I saw Naomi's hand creep down to her pussy area and it disappeared underneath her dress to provide stimulation to her clit as she sucked Jerome off expertly and Jerome massaged her boobs. "Damn, you got some wonderful jugs bitch, born to be played with," Jerome exclaimed. He grabbed her braid again, bunched it up and held it behind her head, in a loosely fashioned bun with his left hand as he fucked the living bejesus out of her mouth.

Jerome thrust hard into Naomi's mouth a few more times before grabbing the base of his cock with his right hand and pulling it out of Naomi's mouth in one, swift motion. He dropped her hair, snuck his arms under Naomi's arm pits and lifted her slightly up and off her knees. Naomi, still in her heels, was now no longer on her knees but squatted down. Jerome pulled her up slightly until her boobs were level with his cock. He ran his cock tip over Naomi's nipples, making her shiver with ecstasy. He then placed his dick shaft right in between her two mounds. Naomi, instinctively, being the absolutely bimbo that she was, brought both her hands up on either side of her breasts and applied pressure. Her soft, succulent breast flesh closed in around Jerome's shaft. My cock did a double take again in my pants as I eagerly anticipated what was going to happen next. Jerome was going to tit fuck her golden globes. 

I closed my eyes tightly, blinked and then opened them again unable to fully take in the unbelievable eroticism of what was happening in front of me. My eyes fixed once again on the fantastically muscular, ebony frame of Jerome, with his erect, 12 inch monster dick enclosed and sitting tightly between the 34 DD bosoms of Naomi, who had her hands pushing her tits together and was looking enticingly up at Jerome. She was crouched on her high heels, her black dress bunched at her waist. Jerome glanced down at his sandwiched prick, smothered by 34 DD goodness, and gave Naomi a sly smile. He pursed his mouth together and a large globule of saliva formed at the end of it. He looked downwards, aimed the ball of spit, and let it drop. The saliva smashed into the middle of his engorged cock and also splattered on Naomi's tits. "Got to get you nice and lubed up bitch, he said, so I can fuck those melons of yours," he commented and, with that, he started to slide his monster cock up and down, driving upwards until his cock tip brushed against Naomi's chin and pulling downwards until he reached the bottom of her mountains.

Jerome picked up the pace as he started to vigorously boob fuck Naomi. He went quicker and quicker until all I could see was the blur of his big black dick, humming along like a piston pump, in between the milk chocolate brownness of Naomi's large tits. Naomi was really enjoying this, as far as I could see, and she looked upwards, her face in a semi-scowl and hissed "Yessssss" through clenched teeth. She continued to massage her tits together, offering a multitude of different sensations to Jerome as bits of folded breast made contact with his thick, black, slimy monster. 

Suddenly, Jerome eased off the pace and dropped his hand down to find Naomi's braid again. "You really like playing around with my hair, don't you?" Naomi enquired, teasingly. "Yea bitch, its so sexy. Gotta keep the Pocahontas porn going," Jerome replied as he brought up her braid under her two boobs. He then swung the end of it around and encircled the top of her boobs again, sliding it underneath the top of his monster dick, peeking out from between her globes. It looked like someone had drawn a big thick black line around Naomi's boobs. He then lifted his hands and held them up under his head, as if doing a stomach crunch. He tilted back a bit and began to pulverise Naomi's boobs again, swaying his butt rhythmically. Naomi bent her chin down and, each time the tip of his cock emerged, she enclosed it in her mouth, giving Jerome multiple mini-blow jobs.

Jerome's monster dick and Naomi's monster tits seemed to be a marriage made in heaven and watching them meshed together was an extremely erotic sight. Jerome put his hands to use again as he brought them down from off his head and grabbed each of Naomi's tits in each hand. He then began to squeeze and tease them, mauling them in his huge hands. His dick continued to do its business, sliding and slithering like a black python, entering and exiting the moist wetness of Naomi's mouth as it rose to the crest of her breasts and then withdrawing into her mountainous tit flesh. Naomi's nipples were rock hard and she was moaning, a low guttural sound of immense sexual satisfaction as Jerome ravaged her mouth and her mountainous tits. 

After what seemed like an eternity, I suddenly saw Jerome's face tighten, followed immediately by the rest of his body. His cock stopped suddenly in its tracks and shuddered violently, followed immediately by a growled "Yesss...here it comes, slut!" A white missile of the thickest cum I had ever seen exploded from the tip of his monster dick, smashing into Naomi's face, forehead, and on to the top of her head. Remnants of the first spurt were still trickling down her face and on to her boobs, when a second ejection erupted all over her boobs and her braided hair lassoed around her tits. "Oh god, yesssssss", Jerome hissed as he shot copious amounts of cum thrice more, caking Naomi's face and boobs with his sticky, white seed, almost sealing her eyes shut in the process. Once he had finished, it seemed as if someone had poured a bucket load of plaster all over Naomi.

Jerome stepped forward and poked his fast softening, yet still incredibly long, cock on top of Naomi's lips. Even though she was now struggling to see through the cum splattering she had just received, Naomi opened her mouth obligingly upon feeling the touch. Jerome squeezed his dick from base to tip and ejaculated the last remnants of his cum on to Naomi's tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed, exclaiming "Mmmmm...gotta get some of this protein." "Sure do bitch," Jerome retorted, rolling his hips from side to side so that his softening dick smacked Naomi's cum drenched face on each cheek. Naomi let her tongue glide over Jerome's cock as it swayed in front of her. She took it in her hands and kissed the tip a long, sensuous kiss and then stood up. "That was fantastic," she gushed, while she seductively massaged some of Jerome's cum on her tits. "But, I'm an absolute mess. Gotta get cleaned up," she complained. 

Jerome stepped towards Naomi and grabbed her by the waist. He stood so close to her that her large naked boobs squashed up against his muscular chest and torso. He then gave her a long sensuous kiss, making sure to incorporate plenty of tongue. While doing so, he hooked his fingers into the dress bunched at her waist and gave it another firm tug. The dress came away from Naomi completely and dropped to the floor, revealingly exquisitely trimmed, neatly shaped and groomed pubic hair and two mocha brown pussy lips glistening with wetness. The Sri Lankan slut had an absolutely gorgeous pussy to boot. "Think there's a shower in here so let's go get washed up," Jerome said, leading Naomi by her hand into the bathroom located in the same room. "Sure, big boy," Naomi replied and they both disappeared together, out of sight into the bathroom, which was hidden from my view. I heard the distinct sound of the shower coming on and squeals and giggles of slutty delight from Naomi. 

For a moment, I was at a cross roads. Should I take the risk, sneak into the room and observe what was happening in the bathroom or should I go downstairs and report the whole sordid affair to my friend along with my video evidence? I couldn't quite decide what to do but I knew I needed a better vantage point to better observe anything further so, with my heart beating at a 120 miles an hour, I took the plunge and entered the bedroom. The bathroom door was almost entirely closed so there was no view of what was happening in the bedroom to its occupants. I could still hear female and male laughter emanating from inside. I hurried across to a closet at the foot of the bed and peered inside. There were a couple of coats hung up there but plenty of room to accommodate me. I clambered inside quickly and shut the door, leaving just enough of a crack to get an unobstructed view of the King Sized bed. I had been side-on to the bed before but it hadn't posed many problems in terms of view as the action had predominantly taken place on the floor. Now I was facing the full expanse of the bed. I had acted not a moment too soon for, barely a few seconds after I had clambered into the closet, I heard Jerome and Naomi exit the bathroom and step back into the bedroom.

Naomi was wrapped in a towel that she must have found inside the bathroom. She was now clean of all of Jerome's cum and her long hair was wet from the recent shower. She grabbed all of it in a sweeping motion and brought it in front of her. She then tightened the hair, swirling it a few times and twisted it into a firm bun that she proceeded to tie behind her head. She unhooked a clip that she must have been carrying with her and fastened the bun into place. Jerome had followed right behind her but he had made no effort to cover his nakedness. The remnant water from the shower still flush on his body gave him the complexion of smooth ebony. His monster dick had retreated to its flaccid state but was still a sight to behold. However, the sight of Naomi tying her wet hair up made must have excited him again as I saw his black python twitch. I watched, spell bound, as, without any help whatsoever, his monster dick began to fill with blood. Within a matter of seconds, it had climbed the full extent of its 12 inches. The foreskin rolled back of its own accord and a rock hard, gleaming, black 12 inch monster dick was again on display to the world. 

Jerome sat down on the bed while Naomi remained standing. He grabbed his stiff monster dick and began to slowly roll the foreskin on and off his bulbous cock tip, jerking himself off as he watched Naomi, with full blown desire in his eyes. I was amazed by the sheer insatiability of the man; it had been merely 12 minutes before that he had blown his load and here he was ready to fuck again. The same thought must have been running through Naomi's mind too. "God, you really are a machine aren't you?" she gasped. "But that's all you're getting big boy, I've got to go find my boyfriend Nikhil," she said as she dropped her towel to reveal her 34 DD boobs and that killer pussy, finely and expertly trimmed. She reached for her black dress lying on the floor, clearly with the intention of getting dressed and heading downstairs. However, Jerome and his monster dick sprang into action. 

Jerome clambered off the bed and intercepted Naomi in what looked like a bear hug cum rugby player's tackle. He enveloped her naked form in his huge chest, lifted her off the ground and dropped her on to the huge bed. "You ain't going nowhere, bitch," he sniggered. "Not to that loser, weenie dicked boyfriend of yours. Not before I taste that sweet pussy of yours," he commanded. For the first time, I sensed a bit of hesitancy in Naomi. Jerome caught on to this straight away and lowered his commanding voice to soft dulcet tones. "Don't you want me to repay you the favour?" he teased. Naomi's guard dropped, ever so slightly, and Jerome jumped into the opening. He eased both knees on to the bed and slid one of his muscular arms underneath each of Naomi's prone legs. He lifted her legs a little, spread them apart and dragged Naomi's butt a bit closer to him, all in one fluid motion. He then dropped down to the level of Naomi's pussy, staring squarely into her inviting labia majora. "Time to eat your brown muff, bitch," he snorted, as he opened his mouth and enclosed all of Naomi's pussy in it.

"UUUaaaahhhh....." an ecstatic moan of pure unadulterated pleasure emerged from Naomi as Jerome parted her pussy lips with his mouth, showing pink, juicy flesh inside. He stuck out his tongue, which was almost the length of his dick in itself, and started to slurp on her vagina. Naomi's hips bucked and her back arched as a wave of orgasmic sexual heat hit her flush in her midriff and spread throughout her body. Jerome sucked her crotch deeply again, as if drinking through a straw, followed by moving his tongue in a circular motion. Suddenly, Naomi's body shuddered violently and she groaned heavily. I realised that Jerome must have found her clit with his tongue. "Oh yessss, yessss, yesss, so good," she exclaimed, grabbing the sheets hard on either side with both her hands. 

Jerome continued to eat her out expertly, licking, sucking and blowing into Naomi's magnificent cunt. A surprising amount of wetness began to form on Naomi's pussy lips as she exploded with sexual satisfaction. Her pussy juices ran freely and I could see them starting to coat Jerome's slight stubble. She reached down to Jerome's head while lying on her back with her eyes shut in intense enjoyment. She began to stroke Jerome's smooth, hairless dome in a gesture of surprising intimacy. I could tell that, for her, this had gone beyond being just lust. Nikhil, her boyfriend, had faded into oblivion. She was falling in love with the black dude and surrendering to him body and soul. I knew for certain now that Jerome was going to insert his gorgeous cock inside her glistening pussy. The Sri Lankan bitch was going to get royally fucked by a huge black monster cock.

Jerome continued slobbering on Naomi's pussy for a little while longer. He sucked both her pussy lips with his mouth, biting at them and licking and teasing them. While coming up for a bit of air, he exclaimed, "About time you tasted some of your delicious cunt juice bitch." With that, he moved upwards with his mouth towards Naomi's head. His black body glided over the top of hers and I could see Naomi's head rise up off the bed to accept his kiss. He gave her a long, deep passionate kiss transferring all her cunt juice from his mouth to hers. He then bent down and took one of her firm, hard nipples in his mouth and bit on it lightly. This drove Naomi to wild ecstasy and she squirmed with pleasure on the bed. Jerome grabbed the base of his massive dick with one hand and guided it to the entrance of Naomi's pussy. He then slowly rubbed the entrance to her love hole with the tip of his monster cock. He teased as if to shove himself in but then slid his cock up and over the top of her vagina on to her belly so that the middle part of his cock parted her pussy lips slightly as it slid over them. "Oooooh, fuck me, fuck me...give me that big, black, beautiful cock," Naomi pleaded looking at Jerome with love in her eyes. "Not yet bitch," Jerome replied. "Lets get each other well lubed up first," he added.

Jerome got off Naomi and lay down on his back. From my vantage point, I could clearly see between his legs and caught a full, unhindered view of the awesome spectacle of his big black monster cock arching for the sky, slightly curved from a full, intense erection. I could see that he was immensely sexually turned on by Naomi and he had been since the moment he saw her. I cast my mind back to when he was talking to her downstairs with his cock bulging in his jeans. "What an absolute stud," I thought to myself. He had wanted to take that hot Sri Lankan pussy, no matter whether she was already in a relationship or not. And now, poised to pound that supreme pussy, he had succeeded in his aim. Poor Nikhil, he had well and truly lost his hot bimbo slut of a girlfriend to this handsome black bastard with a massive dick. I wondered how many guys' dicks she must have sucked. I put this all to the back of my head though and turned to enjoy what was happening.

Jerome pulled Naomi up and turned her around so that her pussy was pointing towards his face and she was lying on top of him, with his monster dick swaying like a serpent in front of her face. Her 34DD bazookas were squashed up against his muscular lower torso. He began to noisily feast on her pussy again. Naomi had her hands free so she grabbed his dick with both hands and started to jerk him off as he ate her out. "Suck my cock bitch," Jerome ordered and Naomi willingly complied. She put her fat, luscious lips on to his monster dick and began to lather it in saliva. She traced her tongue down either end of his dick shaft and started to suck his fat, cock head like it was a lollipop. I saw her buck her hips up and shift her centre of gravity slightly further down Jerome's body. As she did this, her breasts came free from under her. Naomi grabbed both her boobs and wrapped Jerome's monster dick in them, making a tit sandwich. She then began to slide her wrapped breasts up and down Jerome's shaft, giving him a supreme tit fuck once again. Jerome lifted his waist up a bit off the bed and started to assist her by rising up and down, fucking her melons while he continued to munch on her pussy for lunch. I saw some white discharge eject from his dick and I thought he had climaxed again, only to realise that it was merely precum, the amount of which seriously surprised me. This dude was seriously turned on by the chick he was with and so was she. I had never seen sexual chemistry like this before. 

The big titted, plump assed Sri Lankan whore, the embodiment of sexiness, was massively enjoying getting her pussy snacked on while she ate a big, black hot dog herself, smearing the liquids leaking out of it all over her face and tits. Jerome's cock was moving like a printing press again, up and down, up and down, in mesmerising rhythm through Naomi's breast flesh and into her invitingly delicious mouth. However, I wondered how much of just this he would be satisfied with. The man had tasted the pussy flesh, all that remained was for him to put his massive tool inside it and destroy it. I think Jerome sensed that the time had arrived too. He stopped munching Naomi's vagina and put his arms on her waist. He sat up on the bed and turned Naomi around so that she was straddling him. He shifted his back down to the bed again slid both his hands under Naomi's butt and lifted her ass up a bit. Her full, wet pussy came into view. Naomi shivered in expectation. Jerome grabbed the base of his monster dick and moved it into position just beneath Naomi's waiting pussy so that his cock tip touched her pussy lips. Naomi shuddered again and a discharge from her pussy completely wetted his dick. He thrust forward just a slight bit and Naomi's pussy lips parted and the tip of Jerome's 12 incher disappeared into the moist, slick, heavenly, wetness of the Sri Lankan slut's dripping pussy.

Jerome and Naomi collectively hit delirium as Jerome's monster dick penetrated her prime pussy. "Oh, fuck yes," groaned Jerome followed by a moan of "Ooooh, god, that's amazing" from Naomi. Jerome pushed a bit more of his monster cock into Naomi's tight cunt hole until about 6 inches of his dick had entered her. "That about the size of your boyfriend, bitch," Jerome taunted. "Much more lover boy, much more, you got one huge dick and I want more," Naomi responded. "You got it, slut," Jerome replied and slowly drove the rest of his monster member into Naomi's pulsating pussy, the thick, black, PVC pipe like dick sliding in effortlessly until it was fully buried in Naomi's mocha cunt. From my observation point, I could clearly see a shiver of excitement pass through her entire body. Then, just as slowly as he had entered her, Jerome withdrew the entire length of his member. As his black rod emerged again, it came out coated in slimy, sticky cunt juice. Jerome lifted his hips off the bed and adjusted himself to get into a good position to hammer Naomi's cunt. His black monster was twitching like crazy in anticipation. His huge muscular arms, encircled Naomi's waist and he lifted her off slightly and raised her a bit so that he could easily insert the full length of his monster. He gave his cock two quick strokes, his signature move I'd come to realise, and moved it to the awning opening of Naomi's watering cunt once again.




"Do You Believe Me Now?"



Jerome's dick scythed into Naomi's pussy like a sharpened blade through grass, making a squelching sound as it entered into her. His entire dick length went in, producing a sound like a stick being dragged across wet plastic. Jerome settled into a steady rhythm, fucking Naomi's pussy with drawn out, fulsome strokes. He jammed his cock into her until his balls slammed against her pussy opening and then withdrew until nothing but the top of his cock still remained buried inside her pussy. Naomi's pussy lips enclosed tightly around Jerome's monster cock and her juices coated his cock, forming a white ring around the base. Jerome shifted into second gear and I could see his strokes start to quicken. The rise and fall of Naomi's butt as Jerome's monster dick destroyed her pussy was enticing to watch. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, fuck, yes, yes,yes," were now the only words emanating from Naomi, each one being said with a pleasure filled lilt in her voice. Jerome shifted gear once again and began to absolutely hammer Naomi's cunt. The monster dick became a blur as it moved increasingly faster and I could hear the "fudd, fudd, fudd, fudd" dull thud of his balls making contact with Naomi's pelvic region on each thrust. 

Naomi bounced up and down as if she was on a trampoline as Jerome continued to pump her pussy. For a while, my view was only of Naomi's pussy and back, with that engorged monster dick ramming in and out of her. However, as the feral humping continued, both Naomi and Jerome unconsciously shifted slightly due to the intensity of the fucking so that, on the bed, they were now at a 12 degree angle to me. My view point had shifted and I was immensely grateful for that. I now had a fantastic view of Naomi's magnificently large breasts as they rose and fell, gracefully and ever so erotically, due to the full on fucking she was receiving. Her entire body jiggled delightfully every time Jerome drove, with gut wrenching ferocity, into her tight cunt and drove out again. Jerome's slick body, coated in sweat now from the exertion, was a sight to behold. He lifted his head upwards and took one of Naomi's sweet, succulent breasts into his mouth and tasted its freshness as he continued to ride her relentlessly. He seemed to be enjoying this immensely and wore a very satisfied expression on his face. Naomi's tightly tied up and clipped bun of black hair was shaking violently with each thrust and was beginning to come loose. It had descended further down her head towards her neck. 

Suddenly, Naomi dug her hands into Jerome's table like chest and her hips buckled, plopping Jerome's monster dick out of her pussy. It emerged, glistening with pussy juice. Her eyes rolled back into her sockets and her body spasmed and jerked, as a moan of "oooooooohaaaaaaaaahaah....God fuck yes!" erupted from her mouth, indicating that she had orgasmed uncontrollably. She shook like a leaf in the wind for a good 12 seconds and a shot of pussy juice leaked out of her destroyed pussy. "Oh my god, I've never been fucked like that before," she said, once the pleasure waves had cleared her body, staring down at Jerome with pure, unadulterated love in her eyes. "That ain't the end of it, bitch," Jerome replied and, with that, he lifted up his dick with one hand, grabbed her butt with the other, stroked himself twice, entered her shattered pussy again and resumed fucking her, thrusting in and out slowly. Naomi bent down and gave him little passionate and intimate kisses as they resumed their awesome sex session.

I was getting incredibly turned on, sitting in the closet and watching proceedings with avid attention. My dick was once again rock hard and I stroked it gently as I surveyed the scene. Naomi was the embodiment of perfection - killer looks, killer boobs, killer pussy, awesome body and long, sensuous black hair -- a brown skinned Aphrodite, a veritable goddess. Jerome was also the same, except for the male species. Chiselled face and sculpted body, muscled in all the right places and a monster specimen of a dick -- a dark skinned Greek god. If any male had the right to absolutely take Naomi with no questions asked, it was this black stud. It was survival of the fittest and I realised Nikhil (Naomi's boyfriend, who I realised she must have completely forgotten by now) was nowhere near deserving of her. Watching the brown beauty bouncing up and down on Jerome's monster dick, being beautifully fucked, loving every moment of it and, I was sure, multiple orgasming in the process, there seemed to be harmony in the world and things were as they should be. The fact that Naomi had just cuckolded a very good friend of mine disappeared from my thoughts. I started to stroke my dick a bit more vigorously as I enjoyed all that was taking place in front of me. Jerome stopped suddenly, mid-thrust, and shifted slightly on the bed with half of his monster dick still buried deep in Naomi's snatch. I though he was just readjusting his position to continue the pussy pummelling but what he did next surprised me. He swung his legs towards the end of the bed, with Naomi still attached to him via his long pole buried in her love hole, and proceeded to stand up, lifting Naomi up with him. Now, Naomi had her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands around his neck. Jerome swung one of his muscular arms under each of Naomi's bended legs and extended his hands so that they clasped on either side of her thighs close to her butt. Once he had done this, he lifted her away from him, in mid-air, so that some of his thick dick slid out of her pussy and then brought her back close to him again, completing one thrust. He repeated this slowly, administering a fine fucking while standing up. Naomi was looking straight into his eyes, her pupils dilated (signalling that she was now Jerome's to do as he pleased with), as his pace quickened and I heard the quick, dull thuds of her butt slamming into his pelvis region again. 

"Oh, that wet, slick pussy must feel like moist, warm apple pie," I thought to myself as the "Fudd, Fudd, Fudd, Fudd" sound of fucking continued in the background. The standing up and the vigorous humping finally did it for the crocodile clip holding Naomi's coiled up bun of hair in place. It came loose and clattered to the floor, and the full extent of her long hair cascaded down her back and past her beautiful butt. This excited Jerome immensely and he pulled his dick out of her pussy, lifted her slightly upwards and shoved the monster tool playfully into her still slightly damp and clumped together hair that had fallen past her butt, massaging his dick with her long strands. Naomi giggled at this act and gave him an intimate and lovingly passionate kiss. With their lips locked, Jerome re inserted himself into her pussy and resumed the pounding. I came violently again at this sight.

Jerome continued to swing Naomi in and out of his hips by swaying her butt back and forth. I admired the immense muscular strength and endurance of the man. He had been standing for well over two minutes now, holding on to Naomi who must have been reasonably heavy, while firing his dick in and out of her and he showed no signs of fatigue. Another reason for why, even though I felt sickening devastation for my friend, I begrudgingly accepted that this was the way things should be. Jerome deserved to fuck the Sri Lankan slut and he had taken his natural right. There was inherently nothing wrong with that. He had successfully seduced and fucked a girl that was already in a relationship. "Kudos to the black stud, a better man that I," I thought. 

Jerome lifted Naomi's legs up a bit further with his arms and really began to drive the full length of his long, thick, black cock in and out of her. "Shit, fuck, yeahhhhhh, you got one hot pussy bitch," Jerome gurgled with pleasure. "Hold on big boy, let me tie my hair up," Naomi said, as she bounced up and down, her tits rising up to her face and then descending again, looking straight at Jerome's face with a slutty smile on her lips. This brought a premature end to proceedings for the time being. Jerome slid her off his cock and dropped her sexy, naked frame to the floor and stood towering next to her, cock still rock hard. Naomi swept all her hair backwards this time, gathered it up into a loose nest like structure and fastened the clip over the entire mass, so that the crocodile clip was visible on top of her hair. She then climbed on to the bed on all fours. She dropped the front half of her body to the bed, while jutting her butt out into the air, giving a great view of her pulsing pussy to Jerome and me. "Whatcha waiting for?" she enquired, flirtatiously. 

Jerome wasted absolutely no time with the invitation. He climbed up on to the bed so that he was standing on it, his muscular butt clearly visible to me. He bent his knees a little, keeping his back straight. He then grabbed the base of his monster cock and pushed it downwards towards Naomi's waiting pussy. He guided his monster to her vaginal opening and pushed a major length of it into her. "Oh yes, fucking hell, yes," Naomi squirmed with pleasure. He then grabbed Naomi's butt with both hands as he began to give her a supreme doggy fuck, piling in and out of her pussy. I watched this immensely sexy scene in a trance like state of immense satisfaction. Jerome's teeth clenched as he fucked Naomi relentlessly, his dick moving in and out of her lubricated pussy like a metronome, signalling supreme sexual satisfaction. He bent his torso down a bit and lifted Naomi's top half off the bed. He shifted both his hands to her breasts and massaged them vigorously as his monster dick continued to do its business. He pressed his nose into the mass of her bunched up hair and inhaled deeply. He then kissed the back of her neck and tugged at her ear with his mouth as he continued to viciously pound her pussy with increasingly excited thrusts. 

I continued to watch Jerome's horse dick fuck the living day lights out of Naomi's pussy. The chemistry between them was absolutely incredible to watch and I was a bit jealous watching their enormous intimacy. Jerome's fucking of Naomi suddenly slowed down a bit and his pace slackened to a standstill as his cock slid out of her pussy. "What's the matter, hon?" Naomi cooed. "Got to keep myself from cumming too quick, bitch," Jerome responded. It was then that I realised that Naomi hadn't even insisted on a condom before letting this man's naked dick enter her pussy. "She must be on the pill," I thought to myself. Though, it was still surprising that, in this day and age of STDs she was not remotely concerned about having her pussy penetrated by a cock that was not wearing protection at all. What she said next shocked me even further. "Listen, hon, could you try not to cum inside me? I'm not on any kind of birth control". "I'll try my best bitch but can't promise anything. That pussy of yours just too good," Jerome replied, with his typical "devil may care" attitude. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This slut wasn't at all worried about being knocked up by a black dude. God, she really was a black cock whore.

Jerome's seemed to have recovered enough so he grabbed Naomi by the waist and turned her on to her left hand side. She was lying on her side, such that her front on body, boobs and pussy, were fully visible to me. Jerome lay down beside her and slowly lifted her right leg up with his left hand and supported it in mid-air. Then he grabbed his monster cock with his right hand and positioned the tip once again at Naomi's cunt hole. He eased himself in again and slammed the entire length of his dick through and proceeded to penetrate in and out of her slick, wet pussy, this time fucking her furiously from the side. Naomi's body jolted in another mind numbing orgasm again as Jerome started to thrust with maniacal vigour. The length of Jerome's dick must be shoving up against her uterine wall, causing both pleasure and pain was what I guessed. Her orgasm must have released further fluids because Jerome's thrusting started to make that squelching sound again. "Squidge, squidge, squidge, squidge," the sublime sounds of ecstatic fucking made my dick extremely hard in my pants once again. Jerome and Naomi started to spoon together in intimacy as their bodies entwined in sexual unison. They gave each other full, passionate kisses as they enjoyed each other's bodies and the pure pleasure of fucking each other like wild animals. This was the pinnacle of a handsome, muscled, well hung man fucking and enjoying a curvaceous, fertile, beautiful, sexy woman. The scene was the most extremely erotic I had ever witnessed.

"Time to finish this off, baby," Jerome growled and stopped thrusting into Naomi. He grabbed her by the waist again and turned her over on the bed so that she was now lying flat on it. Jerome sat up on the bed, on his knees, and lifted each one of her legs with both his arms and arched them back towards Naomi's head so that her butt lifted a bit off the bed and a full view of her dripping wet pussy was available again. He then placed both her legs on each of his shoulders as he moved his body to prepare for missionary position. He leant forward a bit, still on his knees, and grabbed his horse dick. He positioned the tip again at Naomi's vagina and then pile drove it all into her in one quick motion. He pulled out again until only the tip was still inside her, lingered for a moment and drove back into her. I watched mesmerised as his long, black, well lubricated pole glided in and out of Naomi's mocha brown pussy continuously, going faster and faster. It resembled a long sword being drawn out its sheath and then being sheathed again in quick succession. It was only a matter of a few seconds before the only sounds I was hearing was the "fudd, fudd, fudd, fudd" of Jerome's hips smashing into Naomi's butt, accompanied by wails of "yes, yes, yes, yes, oh fuck, yes, yes," fading into oblivion from the Sri Lankan slut.

Naomi's legs slid off Jerome's shoulders as she continued to be pulverised and dick stuffed to her eyeballs by Jerome's horse dick. However, she still managed to keep both her feet in the air and her legs well spread apart, affording full freedom of movement to the black stud. Jerome slid off his knees and moved directly over the top of Naomi at 180 degrees. He placed each of his hands on either side of her head. Then, with a quick push he lifted his knees off the ground and assumed a push up position over Naomi. He continued to punish Naomi's pussy with the full length of his member, giving her fantastically long, luscious, fulsome strokes. Given his newly adopted position, I got full sight of the complete extent of his black cock and I stared in disbelief at the size and girth of that awesome tool doing its business. Jerome really started to drive his dick into Naomi with increasing fury. He was going like a machine built to do nothing but fuck and I pitied the annihilation that Naomi's pussy must be undergoing. 

Jerome plunged himself in and out at frantic pace for what seemed like an eternity and then his face twitched and his butt and back muscles tensed together. His dick shot free of Naomi's pussy, producing an almighty squelching noise. Free of her cunt, it twitched and exploded, like a shot gun going off at close range. A cannonball of cum smashed into Naomi's boobs and ricocheted further past them on to her face. "Aaaaaraaahhh, yesssssss," Jerome groaned and fired another shot of sticky, warm semen, this time catching Naomi flush on the face, almost blinding her in the process, and rushing over on to the top of her head. Jerome quickly moved his huge dick up to Naomi's face and shoved his dick into her mouth. He then ejaculated thrice more filling her mouth with his cum, some of which she swallowed and the rest of which flowed down from her mouth on to her already soiled tits. Jerome finished the fuck session off by undoing Naomi's crocodile clip, grabbing her done up hair that came free and using it to wipe the remnants of cum off his monster member. A satisfactory fuck session finished off as far as he cared. 

Naomi's entire demeanour seemed to change as soon as the incredible fuck session was over. She seemed saddened, devastated and filled with regret. The realisation had dawned that she had just cheated on her long term boyfriend. She jumped off the bed, picked up her dress and headed into the bathroom, presumably to clean up post haste. Jerome stroked his dick and walked in behind her, closing the door slightly. I took this as the opportune moment to flee. I jumped out of the closet where I was hiding and rushed out of the entrance to the room and hurtled down the stairs. I quickly glanced at my watch. Even though the entire thing had seemed to last an eternity, it had only been an hour since I had come upstairs following the slut and her lover. I had to find Nikhil and, eventhough it was probably going to destroy him completely, show him the evidence of his girlfriend's adultery on my phone camera. I hit the party crowd, increasingly drunk and unruly, and waded through them trying to find Nikhil. The music was so loud that there was no way the groans and moans of ecstasy that had emanated from the room above would have been heard. I scanned the crowd again looking for Nikhil. I saw his form in the distance and approached it. 

Nikhil was sprawled on a sofa, obviously having consumed much more alcohol than he should have. However, he wasn't completely out of it. I shook him awake and he sat up. "Dude, where have you been? I have been looking all over for you," he said. "I think Naomi's gone home and left me here. I couldn't find here nor were you around so I had one too many I think," he added. "Man, there's something I have to show you and I don't think you're going to like it very much," I said. I pulled him over to a corner of the room that was sufficiently secluded and hit play on the video I had just recorded. "What the fuck is this shit?" Nikhil babbled as he started to watch. "Fuck, I can't believe this..." he said and those were the last words that emanated from his mouth as he watched the video with tears streaming down his eyes. He didn't have to watch all of it. Before I could react, he deleted the file from my phone. "I can't believe I considered you a friend you bastard," he roared at me. "Instead of putting a stop to this shit, you recorded the thing for posterity you sick fuck!" he screamed. "You're dead to me now," he hissed and stormed off before I could get a word in sideways. I decided not to follow him and took leave of the party. I was confused in my own mind so I decided to call an end to the night's proceedings. 

After I'd got home, showered, had a bite to eat and was ready for bed, I fired up my laptop and accessed Facebook. I tried to browse over to Nikhil's profile only to find that I had been removed as a friend and blocked. I decided I would try and patch things up at a later date. I scrawled through my data feed and found "Naomi S____ is no longer in a relationship." "Wow that was quick," I thought to myself. Must have been an almighty blow out. I scrawled over to her Facebook page and the familiar sight of the hot bitch's profile pic caught my eye. Then I looked at her wall and saw "Naomi is now friends with Jerome ____" followed immediately by a post from Jerome "Thanks for the add Babe, and everything else (wink emoticon). We should catch up and do this again -- got a lot more things we could try. (kiss emoticon)." I ejected heavily into my fresh underwear.... 



Do You Believe Me?



My eyes slipped closed as she pulled me against her, softly stroking my hair and whispering how amazing I was in my ear. I wanted to give her what she had given me, but I just couldn't move. I murmured an apology, but she shushed me and said to save it for Valentine's Day. "I think Robbie will be very happy" she said as I drifted off.

_ _ _ _ _ _ 

On Valentine's Day, Robbie and I went out to dinner, trying to pretend we both weren't anxious about what awaited when we got home. He had given Cara a key to our house the previous week so she could let herself in and get everything ready while we were out. She and I had purposely avoided each other for over a month in order to ratchet up the intensity of our reunion. We hadn't seen or spoken to each other the entire time.

When we went into the house, all was dark. We heard Cara calling from the bedroom and both made our way there. As we approached the closed door, Robbie pulled me back and asked if I was absolutely okay with this. The concern in both his eyes and voice touched me deeply and I kissed him while whispering that he would never forget this night.

When he opened the bedroom door, I heard him gasp.

Cara had brought and lighted dozens of candles all over the room; they provided the only illumination. The shadows from the candles weaved their way over her, making the scene incredibly erotic. She was kneeling on the bed wearing a short, beautiful satin robe that matched her eyes. It was belted loosely, allowing skin to show through here and there. Her black hair flowed in luxurious waves past her shoulders. She was simply breath-taking.

As our eyes locked with hers, she slowly pulled the belt away from the robe, allowing it to fall open and reveal a satin dark blue bra with a matching bikini panty. Robbie and I just couldn't move. 

She tossed the robe to the floor and gave me an inviting smile, lifting both hands up and crooking both index fingers in a "come here" motion. Robbie leaned over me, whispered "Go to her" and kissed the back of my neck, his hands going to the front of my blouse and undoing the buttons. Cara watched as he slowly stripped off my blouse, leaving me in my new dark red bra. She and I locked eyes as he unzipped the back of skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor and showing off the matching thong I was wearing. I stepped out of my high heels and turned around, pulling off Robbie's shirt. As I kissed my way down his chest, I undid his belt and helped him out of his pants, leaving him in his boxer briefs which were already evidencing some serious strain.

I took his hand and led him to a chair in the corner. "You just watch what I've learned" I whispered in his ear. "And be ready to come when I need you."

"I think I'm ready to come now" he whispered back. "This is beyond what I imagined."

I smiled and kissed him, flicking my tongue against his. "You ain't seen nothing yet, mister."

He watched with heated eyes as I joined Cara on the bed. She wrapped her arms around me, skin on skin, and the kiss was deep and intense as our tongues became reacquainted. 

"I've missed you" she whispered against my lips as she softly broke the kiss. "I've been thinking about this all month" she added, as she slowly stroked my cheeks and leaned in to kiss me again.

"Me too," I answered, my tongue coming out slightly to trace her lips. "And it's my turn tonight."

"For what?" she asked, planting soft kisses on my tongue and smoothly running her hands up the sides of my body.

"To give you what you gave me last month. I owe you" I replied teasingly, surprising myself and her. Her eyebrows arched up as I lowered my head to her breasts. As I lightly ran the tip of my tongue over their gentle swell, I felt a low purr escape her throat as she closed her eyes and let her head go back, her hair cascading against my hands as they encircled her. I heard a groan from the corner and peeked at Robbie. His hand was already around his stiffness and he couldn't take his eyes from the scene unfolding only feet from him.

I suddenly realized how much both these people loved me. There was no jealousy in the room, just their total desire in making me happy and complete. That thought spurred me into actions I never imagined I could do.

As Robbie began to slowly move his hand up and down, I returned my lips to Cara's and let my hands roam down her sides as her arms encircled my waist. She gasped in shock as my hands found their way into her bikini and my fingers brushed her bare skin, all shyness gone, as I claimed her sweet spot for myself. As my fingers began to move against her, I felt her becoming wet.

"Viv" she moaned against my lips, "What are you doing? Baby, you don't have to...."

"I told you it was my turn" I whispered back, increasing the movement of my fingers a little bit. "I guess I'm doing this right, huh?" I asked, enjoying being a tease.

"Oh, God. Yeah, right there" was the response I received and then our tongues began their dance again. I leaned into her until I was pressing her into the mattress, my fingers never stopping their delicate probing and stroking, my tongue never stopping caressing hers, as she began whimpering against my lips.

She arched against my hand and I pulled away in mid-kiss to look at Robbie. His hand was a blur and I knew that look; he couldn't last much longer. I knew I had precious little time left to please them both. Cara reached up and pulled me back down to her mouth and right when our tongues touched, she came, crying my name into my mouth as I gave her a final stroke, sending her skyward into ecstasy. Seeing that I could do that to her pushed my own libido into the red zone. I rolled away from her and locked eyes with Robbie; I didn't have to say a word.

He sprang from the chair like a panther released from a cage. I spread open for him and he didn't hesitate, plunging directly into me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he pumped furiously away, sounds we had never made escaping both of us. As he exploded, he screamed out my name, grinding against me with an intensity I had never experienced from him before. As he collapsed against me, he moaned out how much he loved me. I answered him in kind, kissing him as I did. He broke the kiss off to rest his face against my neck, his chest heaving. I felt a gentle hand touch my hair and an equally gentle pair of lips reach down to mine. 

"I love you, Viv" she murmured as I returned the kiss. "Do you believe me now?"

"Yes, I do. And I love you back, Cara" I added, smiling up at her. She gave me another soft kiss and settled in on my left as Robbie sleepily thanked her for an absolutely incredible Valentine's Day. 

And that's how I fell asleep, my extraordinary husband on my right and my amazing best friend on my left. 

That's how you should spend every Valentine's Day, completely surrounded by real love.



Do You Believe? The Party



This story begins a couple of days after Do You Believe ends. 

I was awakened by both Matty and Pam standing in their birthday suits beside our bed singing Happy Birthday. Matty pulled back the covers and exposed my birthday suit as well. 

When the initial birthday celebration was over Matty and Pam had both enjoyed two orgasms and I had enjoyed one. We also shared lots of touching, kissing, sucking, licking, tonguing, and other forms of shared affection.

"That's all you get until at least noon." Pam said, as she licked and sucked me clean.

What she didn't know was that the day before I had been upstairs working on my computer and had tallied up all the fucking that had happened since I arrived in Oregon. I was still shocked at what had transpired since I arrived. Counting Pam, Matty and Pam's mom, Sarah I had been fucked twenty-seven times in the two weeks since I arrived! This part of Oregon really knew how to welcome wagon someone new! Now I could add two more to the count and the day was still very young!

I was led to the dining room and fed a wonderful country breakfast by these two lovely nude women. Pam was nineteen and had fallen in love with me four years ago. I know that sounds weird and it is. Weird because I only met her two weeks ago. 

Pam had been the caretaker for a house that Matty owned and she had said that a man would come and buy the house and she would love that man. She drew pictures of him. She got her friends to celebrate his birthday every year. She decorated the house as she believed he would want it. All in preparation for his arrival.

I drove into town in my truck two weeks ago yesterday. I met Matty, who owned the house, rented it from her and then met Pam and her family having dinner at Matty's café.

Using the computer I ordered some things for the people coming to the party tonight. Somehow Pam had actually picked my real birthday four years ago when I was turning forty and they had been celebrating every year since. I had ordered presents to be shipped here and when I was alone I had spoken to Larry at the local post office and let him know that packages would be coming and asked him to accept and hold them for me until today. I knew there would be ten people at the party this evening so I had a present for each of them and one extra for Pam.

As I went into the shower the phone rang. Pam answered.

"Nick's."

"No, you can't, he's in the shower."

"Sure, I can take a message."

"That's it? Eleven? Who is this?"

"Damn." And she hung up.

"What was all that about?" Matty asked.

"Nick got a message. Eleven."

"Eleven what? Who was it?"

"I don't know to both questions. Let's go ask Nick."

Seconds later they were in the shower with me.

Once they had my undivided attention Pam asked, "Why would someone call you on the phone and say eleven?"

I smiled and said, "I have no idea. Who was it that called?"

"If you have no idea why are you smiling?"

"How many men could be in a shower with the two of you rubbing all over him and not be smiling?"

"Wrong answer! You know what eleven means and you know who called. Who was it and what eleven?"

"Just for the sake of this conversation, if I knew what you were talking about I would have a good reason for keeping a secret wouldn't I? If I had a good reason for keeping a secret then I won't tell and you'd find out anyway."

"Just tell us."

"No."

They backed off and soaped each other ignoring me. I got out of the shower and went into the bedroom to get dressed. I knew I needed to get to the post office before noon and get the eleven packages that had arrived. While Pam and Matty were still in the shower I figured it was a good time to finish dressing and leave.

I made it. I saw both wet women on the porch as I drove off. I got the presents and took them to the barn at Pam's parent's farm. I hid them and drove back to my place. Matty was gone and Pam was on the porch.

"You're not going to tell me are you?" She said.

"Sure, I'll tell you. I'll gladly tell you and ruin the surprise I had planned for tonight. All you need to do is ask me again."

"Ok. Don't tell me. Can I have a hint?"

"Yes. Again, you think about the risk there is in having a hint. What happens if you figure something out before it happens? Then when it happens it isn't a surprise. You get the joy of being smart but you miss the joy of the surprise. If you want a hint, ask for one and I'll give you one."

Pam sat in the rocker for a while, thinking. Then she opened her mouth to speak and I said, "My life has been one wonderful surprise after another since I drove into town two weeks ago. You knew I was coming. You knew what my desk needed to look like and the quilt on our bed. You knew I rode motorcycles, wore boots and walked with a cane for a while. Hell woman, you knew what I looked like. I haven't surprised you at all. I'd like to."

I walked over and sat in the other rocker.

Pam closed her mouth and joined me in my rocker. Before she sat in my lap she unhooked the straps of her overalls letting them fall to the porch. She curled up in my lap while we rocked slowly and quietly for a long time.

"I love you." Her voice was just a whisper, spoken into my chest. 

"When I drove out of L.A. three weeks ago I never thought I would hear those words again in my life. I never thought I'd say them again either. Now, here I am sitting on my front porch with a naked nineteen year old goddess on my lap and I'm saying it again. I love you."

"Goddess?" She looked up into my face.

"Yes. Goddess. The totally feminine aspect or expression of God."

"I don't know what to say."

"Then don't say anything."

A while passed and I was starting to get hungry. I saw dust on the road and wondered who was coming out our way from town. I saw it was Matty's truck. Pam looked up when she heard the truck turn onto our place but stayed on my lap.

Matty was smiling wide when she walked up to us.

"I couldn't see a single reason to stay open, so I closed for the day. I did make lunch for us before I closed up, so if I can get some help we can eat."

We ate. Matty told me Pam had eaten meatloaf sandwiches on my birthday for the last four years. Our lunch was meatloaf sandwiches and b-b-q potato chips. As we ate, the phone rang. Matty jumped and Pam sat still.

Pam said, "Let Nick get it."

I did.

"Nick's."

"OK. I'll be right there!" I hung up and two faces looked at me. I looked at Pam and smiled.

"OK. This surprise happens now! That call was from town. It was someone I want you both to meet. If we all go in my truck there won't be room for four of us inside on the way back. Someone will need to ride in the bed. Who's going?"

Within seconds lunch was gone and the three of us were in the truck. Pam was very excited but asked no questions. We pulled up in front of Matty's and there was a woman standing there, next to a suitcase. She was wearing a large flannel shirt and jeans. Her hair was very short and her smile wide.

As the truck stopped Matty said, "It's his sister."

I opened the door and she was in my arms. "Hi sis."

We hugged and kissed a publicly acceptable kiss and then I introduced her to Pam and Matty.

"Ladies, this is my sister, Claudine."

I left her to the get acquainted committee and put her suitcase in the back of the truck. Matty got out and came around to the driver's seat.

"Nick, I'll drive. We'll put Claudine in the middle and Pam can sit on your lap."

Claudine climbed in, I went around and after everyone was in and settled Matty started my truck. The ride was like family you haven't seen in a while talking about everything and reestablishing connection. 

As we got out of the truck at the house Claudine said, "Nick, I can't believe this place. It's just like where we lived when we were little."

"Wait til you see inside. Pam did the decorating."

For the next couple of hours we took Claudine on the grand tour. She knew where things were, because they were right where they had been in the house we grew up in. She asked Pam many times how she knew to put something in a certain spot or why Pam had picked something for the house. Finally, she quit asking.

Pam just knew.

During the tour both Pam and Matty had asked about my past and how it was growing up with me. Claudine gave good answers and got Pam and Matty to laugh a couple of times with stories from our childhood.

At three the phone rang again. No one moved except me. It was Sarah, Pam's mom.

"Yes, she's here. Great, we'll be there in less than an hour." I hung up.

"Was that Mom?"

"Yup."

"Was she looking for me?" Matty asked.

"No. Just checking to see that Claudine arrived in time for the party."

"You told Mom?!"

"I had to. I needed a place for her to stay tonight and I wanted it to be with Hans and Sarah."

Pam thought that over and said, "Oh."

"I said we would be there in less than an hour, so ladies, let's get ready."

Pam and Matty headed off towards the bathroom and Claudine looked at me.

"Which one of them are you in love with?"

"Both."

"And, what am I supposed to do? Go in there with them and shower and get changed?"

"Yes. No secrets here. They will know everything soon anyway and they will be OK with what they discover."

She shrugged and walked to her suitcase. I picked it up and led her to the bedroom. Pam and Matty were already in the shower. We stripped down quickly and before we went into the bathroom I kissed Claudine the way she always should be kissed.

The curtain opened and we joined Pam and Matty under the spray. Matty had a soapy cloth in her hand and asked, "OK who gets it first?"

Claudine raised her arms and Matty went to work. Pam assisted me. When Matty had the front done, having paid proper homage to breasts and pussy, she turned Claudine around. She saw the tattoo just above the crack of Claudine's ass. It said, "Nick".

She didn't say anything; she just did a great job of cleaning. We toweled each other off and went into the bedroom. 

"What are you going to wear Pam?" I asked.

"Comfort. This is a casual birthday party."

I pulled a box out of the closet and handed it to Pam. 

"In that case, see if you like this."

Her eyes filled with tears and she tore the paper off the box. Inside was a dark blue pareo. The print was tropical and I thought it was beautiful.

"What is it?"

"On tropical islands when the women want to get dressed up and remain available for fun they wear one of these. It allows the breeze in and yet provides an illusion of modesty. It's called a pareo."

Claudine showed her two ways it could be worn and Pam liked the one where the parau tied behind her neck and covered her completely, except that the entire center was like the drapes on a theatre curtain, parted in the middle. After she got it on I stepped up to her and parted the curtain and gave her a full frontal hug, skin to skin.

We broke the hug and finished dressing. I wore new Dockers and a Hawaiian shirt that went well with the pareo. I reminded Claudine to bring whatever she would want for early tomorrow as she would be spending the night with Pam's mom and dad.

Hans and Sarah were sitting on their porch steps when we drove up. They were not in their every day clothes. Hans lived in threadbare bib overalls and flannel shirts. Today he was in crisp Levis, a western shirt, western boots and he looked handsome. Sarah, who often wore threadbare bibs as well, was in a yellow sundress and sandals.

Her hair was in a ponytail and she looked freshly scrubbed. Having known Sarah and Hans for two weeks I would have bet that neither had anything on under what we could see.

Everyone hugged everyone and introductions were made. Pam was subdued, but just barely. As we were entering the house I stopped her and asked, "You OK?"

"I'm being careful about finding out what the surprises are. I love the pareo! I loved that it was a total surprise. I loved that you got your sister to come! I see what you were talking about about surprises. I'm glad you didn't give me a hint!"

"You didn't ask for a hint. Quit worrying. No one except me knows anything and I'm not telling. Just relax and have fun, sweetheart."

We found everyone in the parlor having iced tea. Claudine was answering questions about our shared childhood and everyone else was answering Claudine's questions about life here.

I sat in the decorated rocker and Pam sat in my lap.

We heard a truck arrive and as the doors closed we heard voices. 

Pam said to me, "It's Mike and Jan. They went to school with me and they're married now."

When they came in Mike was carrying a wrapped package. He brought it and his healthy handshake directly to me.

"Hi! I'm Mike. My lady is Jan. This is for you." 

His hand was calloused and strong and he wasn't in a contest to see who was stronger. We both knew who was stronger. It wasn't me. Jan came to me and gave me a hug. She was wearing a loose peasant blouse and it was obvious she had bandages on her right breast. I hugged very gently.

As the hug broke she looked up into my eyes and whispered, "Thanks for being gentle." 

I offered her my seat but she turned me down.

Within another few minutes another set of vehicle doors were heard and three more people walked in.

Sarah introduced them as Carl, Amanda, and their daughter Kelly

Kelly was old enough to have been in school with Pam. I was warmly hugged by each and they gave Claudine her proper share of physical attention as well. 

Carl was about my age, strong and warm. He had his hair almost long enough for a ponytail that used to be sandy blonde but now was going gray. His eyes were blue and seemed to look deep when he looked at people. It seemed he got his party clothes at the same store as Hans and Mike.

Amanda was tall and angular. I noticed her legs first. She was wearing red pantyhose sticking into western boots, covered at their top by a white sweater. She had a western belt cinched about her waist and it made her look thinner than I think she would have looked without the belt. Her blond hair was cut quite short and if she had been in Levis and a western shirt someone might have thought her a man. Her chest was not her best, or biggest, feature. In fact I had the thought my tits were every bit as big as hers and I don't have any.

Their daughter, Kelly, also a blond did have a chest and seemed quite happy about it. The small shirt she wore over her jeans had a scoop neckline that dipped low enough to show about four inches of warm caramel cleavage. When she hugged me I felt her press those tits into my chest as if to say, "Feel these!"

After the greetings were over Sarah ushered everyone out behind the house. The big bbq was hot and Hans had most of the items almost cooked. The side dishes were on the big table all covered by a net. Almost everyone sat except Pam and Sarah. They served all of us, meats and grilled veggies from the bbq and drinks from the ice chest. The conversation was mostly about me.

Carl told me about how they had been invited to my birthday party four years ago. Pam had sent out invitations. The invitation said to come to a birthday party for the man Pam was going to love. No presents. Just come and celebrate that you were having a birthday and to help bring you home. Carl said he thought that Kelly had a friend that was nuts. They just couldn't pass on an invitation like that. So, they came to the party.

"At that party Pam showed everyone the first portrait she had done of you. You had a beard, an earring and a Harley t-shirt. We enjoyed the party and got to know Hans and Sarah better. We started getting together every few weeks after that and when the second birthday party came around we wanted to come. We had hung with Hans, Sarah and Pam enough to know they were serious about you coming home. Well, I'll be honest. Hans and Sarah were serious about supporting Pam's dream. Pam was serious about calling you home."

Mike spoke up. 

"When Pam told me she wanted me to come to a birthday party I said sure! I thought it was her birthday. When the invitation came in the mail a couple days later I thought Pam had slipped a nut or something. A birthday party for someone she doesn't know? I came. When I went home I still thought she was a little whacked. Like Carl I came to know Pam better and started to believe. When you arrived two weeks ago I heard about it the next day and my first reaction was, "Well, it's about damn time!"

Sarah brought out a birthday cake and they sang to me. When they got to the part where my name was supposed to go Carl and Mike said, "Happy birthday dear whoever you are..." and laughed. I laughed too.

Sarah had made the cake. It was chocolate frosting with a chocolate cake inside and between the layers whipped cream and chopped up strawberries. My favorite cake! 

We ate the cake along with good vanilla ice cream. As I lifted my last bite my plate disappeared and in its place a present sat on the table. It had arrived with Mike and Jan. 

When I tore the paper off I uncovered a box labeled "Shakespeare" so I assumed that someone thought I was a fisherman. The box was "Shakespeare" but the contents weren't. Inside were three CD's each of different types of music I didn't have but I liked. "An Evening with John Denver", "Gold" by the Mamas and the Papas, and "The Best of Bluegrass." I thanked Mike and Jan as Hans put the Mamas and the Papas on his stereo.

Another present appeared on the table and it contained three books. One by Neale Donald Walsh, one by Deepak Chopra and one by a guy named Scorpio44. Interesting choices. I thanked Claudine and picked up the next package.

It was wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. When untied the paper all but opened itself and it became evident that the brown paper was a grocery bag from "the store" turned inside out. In the box were two boxes of condoms and a tube of KY jelly. That present got a good laugh from everyone and a blush from Pam.

The last package contained some maps of the area with hiking trails marked and notated. The card said that if, and/or when I wanted to go hiking Sarah would be happy to act as guide and Hans would like to go too.

Carl and Amanda spoke up. "We didn't wrap our present. We thought it would be cruel. Nick, can you whistle?"

"Sure!"

"There is a universal whistle for "come here." Do you know it?"

I did it. Carl looked at the side of the house and a chocolate lab bounded around the corner. He went straight for Carl. 

"Nick, whistle again."

I did. The dog looked at me and then Carl, then back at me. Carl pointed at me and the dog came over to me, did the sniff test, then licked my hands. 

He's two this week, his momma is ours and his name is "dog." Amanda said.

"He is house trained and has never been on a leash. When you tell him to stay you better mean it cause he will stay where you put him." Kelly added.

While they talked Dog and I had been getting better acquainted. I scratched him almost all over and he licked and sniffed me almost everywhere. I had a passing thought about how much fun it would be if people sniffed each other when they met. I mean closely sniff like dogs do. What a great present.

I thanked each person with a hug and a verbal thanks and Dog helped me with each "Thank you." When I sat back down Dog lay at my feet.

"All I can say is, Life is good."

Matty spoke up. "I haven't given you your present yet."

"Yes, you have. You could have sent me on my way after that wonderful lunch not so long ago. What a gift you have been!"

"Well, I'm giving you a gift anyway." She pulled a folded piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to me. Before I could open it she sat in my lap and kissed me. When the kiss ended she said, "That's the receipt."




Do You Believe? The Party



I opened the paper. It was the deed to the house and ten acres of land. It was signed and the seal was on it, showing that it had officially been transferred to me. I looked in Matty's face and she kissed me again.

"But, this is too much. You can't give this to me!"

"I'm giving it to you and Pam and really I'm keeping it too. I don't want you even thinking about moving on. I personally want you around for the next twenty years or so."

I kissed her and kissed her well. Without breaking the kisses I said "Thank you" lips to lips. When Dog licked her foot she jumped and giggled. I forced Matty up and out of my lap and said, "Mike and Hans I need your assistance, if you would be so kind."

They got up and followed me to the barn. We told the ladies to please wait on the deck but it did no good. They followed us into the barn.

I uncovered a pile of boxes. Each box had postage on it, a label addressed to me, and a number. I handed each person a box to carry back to the deck, making sure none of them carried the box that would be theirs. Questions were asked and Pam ended them by retelling everyone what I had said about hints.

After everyone was seated I asked who had box number one. Amanda had it. 

"Amanda, would you please give box number one to Hans. Give it to him with all your love."

She carried box number one to Hans and gave it to him after she pulled him to his feet and gave him a full body kiss. Instead of returning to her seat she scooted in next to Hans. 

The wrapping was nothing fancy, just the brown shipping paper. Inside Hans found two books on cabinet making. Our few conversations had taught me he loved doing it and wanted to learn more about how to.

Before he got too involved in reading I asked, "Who has number two?" It was Mike.

I directed him to give number two to Sarah.

He pulled her to her feet and gave her a full body kiss as well. He quickly sat in her chair and pulled her onto his lap. She giggled, kissed him again and opened number two. She found two CD's of music. I had looked at her music collection and had ordered music she didn't have but seemed to fit her taste. From her bubbly response I guessed correctly.

"Number three?" I asked.

It was held by Jan. It went to Kelly. Kelly stood as the package was delivered and they hugged and kissed. It was far more than a peck. Jan sat in Kelly's seat and pulled Kelly onto her lap. The present was an assortment of skin care products from a company that only makes and sells environmentally safe and friendly products.

Number four?"

Kelly had it and it went to Mike. Her kiss was more like a seduction. The tongue dance was passionate and her hands were all over his butt. His present was a catalog from Shepler's Western Wear and a gift certificate.

Number five?" 

Carl stood. I pointed at Matty. Carl bowed in front of her, assisted her to stand and kissed her soundly with everything available at the moment. When the kiss broke he said, "Matty, I love you."

"I love you, too." Everyone said.

Her package contained very nice bed linens. Sheets, pillow cases, and a summer weight comforter. They were of a lavender print and the sheets were a thousand thread count.

She started out of her seat towards me and I raised my hand. "We aren't done yet. Number six?"

Matty did stand and held number six. I pointed at Claudine.

Matty hugged her and they kissed. Claudine looked at me as she unwrapped the present. Inside was a framed certificate. Claudine was into family history and had discovered that our great-great-great grandfather had been the mayor of a little town in Nebraska back in the early 1800's. I had contacted that town and they had copied or made an old looking official certificate declaring him the mayor from 1828 to 1859.

She read the certificate and looked up with tears in her eyes.

"Seven."

Pam jumped up. I pointed at Carl. Pam delivered her package and as Carl started to hug her she opened the pareo and let him in. He took his time and enjoyed the skin.

His present was another Shepler's catalog and a gift certificate. Amanda thanked me.

"Eight."

Claudine stood. I pointed at Amanda who immediately stood. As they hugged there were whispers. Only they know what was said but the whispers were followed by a lover's kiss.

Amanda unwrapped a package that contained the latest Victoria's Secret catalog and a gift certificate. Carl thanked me later. Amanda blew me a kiss.

"Nine."

Sarah stood and I pointed her to Jan. Jan stood and they hugged very gently.

Her present was a gift certificate for two massages in a city not too far away on the coast and an overnight stay in a nice bed and breakfast in that same city. She looked up at me and I said, "If Mike's to busy to take you, I can make myself available."

"Maybe you can come along with us and bring Pam?"

"That can be arranged." I pulled matching certificates from my back pocket. Pam clapped her hands.

"Ten."

Hans jumped to his feet! I said, "Pam!"

I had told Hans about this two days before the party. He was anxious and so was I. When I said Pam I looked at her and she was already crying. I held my hand up and went to her. I knelt in front of her and said, "Honey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing! I know what's in the box." She kissed me hard, holding my face in her hands.

"I'll bet you do. But, would you like a hint?"

She smiled at me and said, "Yes."

"You already have it. Now, open the package."

Hans handed it to her. She slowly and carefully unwrapped the package. It was about the size of a shoebox. When she got the paper off she saw that it was a shoebox. Nike. Size 13 men's. When the lid came off she started crying harder. Inside was another, smaller, box. When she lifted that box the women all sighed. It was a box from a jeweler. A ring box.

I held her hands in mine and said, "Pam, will you marry me?"

At that moment Dog and Amor took off around the house, and her answer was delayed. 

"What's that all about?" Pam asked.

"Please answer the question." I said.

"Of course I'll marry you! When do you want to do it?"

The dogs came around the corner on either side of a man and his wife. The wife was carrying a small briefcase. They looked at the crowd and walked to me.

"How's our timing?" The man asked.

"Perfect!" I said. "Family, I would like you to meet a couple of my oldest friends on the planet. This is Bill Davis and his wife Belinda."

Pam grabbed my arm and asked, "What timing? Why are they here?"

"Sweetheart the last question you asked before they walked around the house was when do I want to do it? The answer is now! Bill has all the legal authority to marry us right now. Or, would you rather think it over for another four years?"

Pam held my arm, looked Bill in the eyes and said, "I do. I will. I want to."

Sarah stood up! "Hold it right there!"

Everyone turned and looked at her. 

"No one is getting married in all this mess. Give us a little time and let's clean up around here and then we can have a wedding." With her arms waving directions and her voice in command everyone was put into action and fifteen minutes later the deck was spotless and the ceremony started. While the clean up went on Bill spoke with Pam and I and we planned the ceremony. 

Pam and I went into the house and out the front door. I went one way around the house and Pam went the other. When we got to the back corners of the house we heard Bill say, "Will the two who are marrying today please join me here."

I walked around the corner and Pam walked around her corner. We met in front of Bill. He had positioned himself and the assembled family so they were all looking at us face on. He asked Pam what marriage meant to her.

"Marriage is a commitment to another to hear them, comfort them, care for them, support them physically, emotionally and spiritually. It is an agreement to partner with someone in growth and sharing. It is a promise to another to love, honor and respect them at all times."

"Are you willing and able to make that commitment, that agreement, that promise with this man, on this day before all of humanity and every soul in the Universe?"

"I do. I will. I love to."

"Nick. Are you willing and able to live inside the concept of marriage as you have heard it explained? Are you willing to love this woman completely and make this commitment, this agreement and this promise before all of humanity and every soul in the Universe?"

"I am. Yes."

Bill turned to the family and addressed them.

"Each of you has heard what marriage is to these two people. Will you support them in their commitment, their agreement and their promises made this day before each other, before their friends and before every soul in the universe?"

Every voice answered in unison, "Yes."

"Then before all of humanity and every soul in the Universe you are married!"

The rest of the evening was a blur. I know that at some point Sarah got us out of the house and down the road to our home. I remembered that we were invited back for breakfast in the morning and I knew that Bill and Belinda were staying at Hans and Sarah's for the night.

Sometime in the night Pam woke me and we shared loving. The connection was deeper than before. When we kissed I could feel what her body was feeling. In this lifetime I, myself do not have a vagina but as we joined I could feel what it felt like to be filled. I felt the tingle, the electricity, generated when I touched Pam's nipples. The comfort of my weight on her body. Pam told me she felt the feelings I had when my cock slid into her slippery heat. She felt my cock swell and pulse as I filled her. She felt those from my side and hers! I felt them from my side and hers! 

Neither of us remembered anything after our orgasm started. We just woke up hours later in a puddle of our juices with the sun coming up.

Later, at Sarah's breakfast table Pam took my hand and said to everyone, "We have an announcement."

I finished the announcement, "We started a baby last night."

Pam surprised me again. "Our baby is a boy."

As usual, she was right.



Do You Believe?



They kissed openly and tongues did explore. She was in his arms and felt good there. Slowly they parted and now an unasked question was answered. Another followed, should they go to her room or his. Before she could reply his mind was busy again. She pulled away and pressed her hands to her mound again and asked him to wait. They returned to his room.

Quickly they undressed each other and explored the entire time. In life she was far more exciting than through his mind -- but he didn't stop his mind. He sat on the bed naked and pulled her to him. Her breasts were at perfect mouth height. He took one engorged nipple between his lips and the other between his mind's lips. He raised her one foot to the bed and reached around to hug her ass and draw her closer. The other hand found and began stroking her pussy, but not before his minds mouth dropped to her clit and took it in. She moaned in gratitude as he pleasured her.

He leaned back and as his back hit the bed, she was laying atop him. His cock was trapped between her legs and she squeezed her thighs returning pleasure for pleasure. His hands caressed her body as his tongue caressed hers. She began to rotate her hips and he moaned with pleasure and his mind entered her. He maintained contact through it all as he feasted first on her clit and then his tongue reached back and rubbed her g-spot. She began to moan also and he worked harder.

Her body was stroking him and her arms were around his head and her hands on the sides of his face. He too imagined a gigantic tongue caressing her body and she shivered and climaxed. Again he stroked and again she climaxed. Her chest was heaving with her breasts and nipples sliding across him. She reached down, opened her legs and pushed him inside. His mental imager faded only for a monet as his body responded and then he refocused on her clit.

She'd never felt anything so erotic. She was being filled and licked at the same time from an expert lover and she wanted to thrill him. He was so good that she couldn't concentrate on anything except what he was doing with her body. Her vaginal climaxes had been few and very far between, but now both her clit and g-spot caused her to erupt and she bathed him in her juices. She didn't think she could do more, but it kept coming and she was quaking and shivering as in a dream. This was better even than a dream she thought as she went to that private place reserved for untimate pleasure and she forgot about the world. She thought only of him.

Eventually she was dry and he sensed her sublime pleasure and he eased to let her return to reality. Her breath was ragged and he used his mind to force more air into her lungs. Finally her body eased and she collapsed in a swoon across him. He panicked and checked her body. She was fine except for being tired and pleased. He let her rest and dozed himself.