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Julie

By: h2owene



The story that follows is true. Julie and I never did get married. That was probably just as well, she'd have ended up killing me with her unbridled sexual passion. But by God we had some fun times pretending we were married. There are some other stories to tell. I'm not sure whether to recount a couple of them or not, as I was on the receiving end. It has however been awhile and the vivid feelings have faded, so maybe I will. 

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We were at a Jaycee Convention in our State Capitol. I was 24 years old at the time and my wife to be, Julie, was 22. We had attended a dance on the previous evening. Having drank too much, eaten too much, and then fucked the night away, we didn't roll out of bed until mid-morning. The first order of business was breakfast, followed by a little power shopping and then a return to our room for some rest and relaxation before hitting it again.

Julie had started playing with my cock in the elevator, so by the time we got to our room, I couldn't get the key in the door fast enough. We had our tongues down each other's throats as we entered the room. Julie's back was to the room and the sliding glass doors that opened onto a swimming pool area. Our room was really a small suite that along with about a half a dozen other rooms surrounded a secluded swimming pool. The afternoon before we had both laid around it all afternoon and no one else had ever come out to use it. I opened my eyes as the door closed, in order to back over to the bed. As I did I noticed that there were 3 hotel employees cleaning the pool area that had an unobstructed view of our room and were pretending to work but were really watching us.

Julie wasn't aware of this, as her back was to the pool. My initial reaction was to stop what we were doing and close the curtains. My second thought was; wait a minute this might be some serious fun. Without allowing Julie to turn I lifted her knit top up and off leaving her in a see through bra that closed in the front. I wrapped her top around her head and tied it so she couldn't see. She was wearing a mini-skirt with an elastic waist. I pulled that down and off, leaving her in a pair of transparent panties. Quickly grabbing a dress tie out of a drawer I bound her wrists together behind her back. This was not unusual behavior on our part as mild bondage was often a part of our sexual fore play.

I turned on the TV so there would be some noise in the room to cover anything that might happen out in the pool area. Julie started to back up towards where she thought the bed was when I grabbed her. "No you don't bitch, I'm gonna waste your sorry ass standing up." (Dirty talk was also a turn on for both of us).

Guiding her towards the glass door I noticed that the 3 employees had all but given up on any pretense of cleaning the pool as they looked on, afraid to move for fear that we would quit or close the drapes. Julie was now standing less then a foot away from the glass door. I unhooked her bra to display her heavy breasts (36C's, Julie was stacked, one of those bodies that men turn and stare at) with their large dark brown nipples. Her panties quickly followed, leaving her totally nude and totally exposed to her enraptured audience.

Squeezing her tits and ass, I started talking to her, "What do you want bitch? Do you want to get laid? Do you want a hard cock up your pussy, or just a long tongue?"

"Yes...yes, either one or both I don't care, just do something." She whimpered.

I slide a hand up her thigh and a finger lightly over her pussy lips to confirm what I already suspected...she was wet. "You don't really care whose cock or tongue either, do you bitch?"

"Yes. You know I do, I love you, I want your cock, now."

"Bullshit! I was with you last night at the dance. I saw the way you were shaking it for anybody with a cock. Admit it bitch!"

"No, I want you! I was doing that for you."

I slapped her ass...once...twice.

"Oh God", she moaned, "please fuck me."

I spread her ankles and tied them to the back legs of the chair. "You need it so bad, you do it," I told her, as I quickly untied her hands. She reluctantly placed a finger along her slit, and started to manipulate her clit. Needless to say the pool guys had dropped their tools and were all standing within a few feet of our door occasionally casting a nervous glance over their shoulders to make sure nobody was watching them. There also appeared to be bulges in their uniform shorts.

Julie was now using fingers on both hands, one to play with her clit, and the other to fuck herself. She was nearing an orgasm, her breathing was ragged, and she was having a hard time standing. It was at about this time that I noticed that in spite of the fact that I was incredibly turned on; I had no hard on. What the fuck? All I could figure was I couldn't get one going with three males watching. I grabbed Julie's wrists and tied them to the arms of the chair.

"No, oh no, please, please let me cum. I need to get off, please, fuck me, just fuck me!" She pleaded.

"Shut the fuck up you worthless slut, I'll decide when and if you're gonna get off. Understand?"

Julie just moaned. She was a moaner. She made more noise during sex, by far, then any other woman I had ever been with, and today was no exception. I slapped her ass. "I said do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, I understand." She gasped.

I signaled to the employees to wait. I then closed the curtains, and started to make out with Julie. Running fingers in and out of her orifices, my cock was soon hard enough to attempt entry into her sopping wet pussy. Moving behind her, I slid the chair around so that her ass and pussy were fully exposed and visible to our audience. I quietly opened the curtains. The boys were still there, although they had backed away from the door a few feet. Upon seeing the curtain open they resumed their former positions. I quickly slipped my cock into Julie's pussy before I lost my hard on and started fucking her.

"Is this what you wanted toy?"

"Uhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhh...oh yeah, oh yeah, don't stop. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Yeah, yeah, yeah, harder. Jesus fuck me hard!" I pulled my penis back until just the head was in her cunt, and stopped my thrusting.

"What are you doing, don't stop please, come on quit teasing me!"

"I asked you a question earlier and you lied to me, didn't you?"

"No! No! I told you the truth I just want you. Please make me cum!"

I moved my cock about two inches into her pussy and stopped. I placed a finger on her clit and played with it for about 10 seconds, then stopped and pulled my dick out of her as well. Dropping to my knees I stuck my tongue into her pussy briefly touching her clit, then tracing a trail back to her asshole. She was sweating now, and occasionally a shiver racked her body. "Tell me the truth, last chance, or else I'm gonna get dressed and go downstairs to have a beer. I'll leave your sorry ass tied to that chair and maybe when housekeeping comes in they'll untie you. What's it gonna be?"

"Oh God...okay...I wanted you to go talk to the guys for awhile last night while we were at the dance, and you'd leave me with all the wives. Then I thought I'd be able to slip away to one of the hospitality suites and start flirting with a couple of guys, maybe flash them a look at my tits. After I got them all worked up...I'm telling you the truth now, so please start fuckin' me again. I won't stop talking, I promise."

I couldn't have held off much longer anyway. I speared her pussy and buried my cock with one deep plunge. It was like someone had turned a faucet on inside her cunt, she had juices flowing down her thighs.

"Talk to me bitch."

She was moaning and nearly out of breath, so it was hard for her to talk, but she needed to cum so bad that it came out in rapid bursts.

"Then I figured I'd head into a bedroom and one or more of them would follow me...and then I'd...I'd"

"You'd what fuck toy? Hurry up or I'm done with ya."

"I'd unzip their pants and while I gave one of them a blow job the other one would be licking my pussy. When I was done with the first one and he'd shot his huge load down my throat, they'd trade places and I'd do the same thing to the second guy. After they'd both made me come at least once I'd get up and leave like nothing ever happened and return to the table with the happy little wives and chat about their kids and other boring stuff. When you and the boys finally decide to come back and see what the girls are doing, I stand up and stick my tongue in your mouth. You of course reciprocate, never realizing that you're tasting the cum from two of your fellow Jaycee buddies. Later, when we're in bed together and you go down on me, you of course also don't have a clue that two other men have had their tongues down their before you and that I've cum all over their faces too. That's what I'd like to have done. That's what I'm gonna do sometime, and not just before we get married, but after as well because I don't feel like I'm being unfaithful to you unless I let them put their cocks in my pussy. I like to fuck and give head, and the fact the matter is you can't keep up with me. So get used to it. You're just gonna be a clueless dupe who thinks he married a sweet little stay-at-home wife."

I couldn't take anymore. I started to scream as I approached an orgasm. I pulled my cock out of her pussy. The first stream shot over the top of her head and into her hair, before I was done cuming she was covered in my sperm from the top of her head down to her ass. Julie's orgasm started as I was about half finished with mine and it was a close call as to which one of us screamed louder.

I had forgotten all about our audience. They were still there, two of them had wet spots on the front of their shorts. The third one was rubbing his cock through his shorts, with his eyes closed and head thrown back. I gesticulated at them, indicating that the show was over, and that they should take off. The two with wet spots grabbed their buddy, who I almost felt sorry for and scrambled for the exit leaving their cleaning equipment behind. Well, that wasn't my problem. I walked around to Julie's mouth. "Clean it off bitch. You like the taste of this so much you're looking for extra, let's make real sure we're taking care of me first."

She gobbled my cock up and licked and sucked on it until it started to get hard again. "Not now. I don't feel like it, so you'll just have to wait until I do. Oh, and I need to close the curtains now because the show you were putting on for the pool boys is over."

I closed the drapes, and then untied her. The first thing she did was rip her top off so she could see, and then peaked through the opening in the drapes to see if anybody was out by the pool. It was empty. She looked at me and asked, "Was there really somebody out there?"

I smiled, shrugged and said, "I don't know. Are you really gonna blow somebody first chance you get and continue to do it after we get married?"

I never told her the truth and I don't think she ever truly thought that there ever was anybody out there...so Julie if you happen to read this and recognize yourself, don't get angry. It was great sex and one I (and I'm sure the pool boys) remember fondly.

Oh, by the way she more then got even with me a couple of months later when she realized one of her little fantasies...and I was on the receiving end of that one. That however is another story for another time.

Julie



Julie was a submissive. Julie had always been a submissive, but if you ever asked when it started, she would not be able to tell you.

I remember her once telling me that the first time she was ever tied up, was in a college play, when she played Joan of Arc, and was tied to the stake. She told me that she had a strange feeling about it, but had no idea what it meant.

Her next role was as a roman slave girl, and yes, she was tied up again. In fact, in most of her roles she was tied up in some way or other. A gangster's moll, a kidnap victim, anything that required a girl to be tied, Julie was the first to volunteer.

But there was nothing sexual in this, it was just something she seemed to enjoy. A lot!

The first time she was tied up in sexual activity came one night when she and her boyfriend of the time had been out for a meal, and had drank a bottle of wine. That she had drank more than he had was incidental. Or so she tells me.

Apparently, they had been fooling around when they got home, and he had told her he was going to teach her a lesson, as she was teasing him at the time. Grabbing some old school ties, he fastened them around her wrists, as Julie howled in laughter. Even when he fastened the ties to the bed, so she could not use her hands to defend herself, she still could not control her laughter.

True, when they started to fuck, and she still could not use her hands to hold him, the laughter stopped. But it was replaced by the biggest orgasm he had ever given her, but both of them put it down to the brilliant night they had just had, not to tying her up.

A few weeks later they split up, and he had never repeated the tying up. Neither had he brought about the same intensity of orgasm after that night.

The next time Julie was tied, was at her own direction. She was with a man, a married man, and one night when he came over she suggested that he tie her hands up, as she had done it once before, and enjoyed it.

The man obliged, using some washing line that Julie supplied. Tying her hands behind her, and then lowering her to the bed, before making love, seemed a strange thing to do, to him, but he did it. The act of love lasted longer for him, as he was able to control himself, without Julie pulling at him, but for her, it was magnificent. She started to cum in minutes, and just couldn't stop. Orgasm after orgasm flooded the bed beneath her, until, at last, her man friend finally exhausted himself, and finished.

Over the next few weeks they re enacted the scene, but it was always at Julie's insistence. She just wished that once,. just once, he would come over, say nothing, and tie her up. But he never did. True, he did once come over and "ASK" if she wanted tying up. But she didn't want to be asked, she knew she wanted to be taken.

Eventually, the man told her that he wanted to make a go of it with his wife, and that he was going to have to stop seeing her. At first she was upset, and really did cry. But it didn't take long to get used to the fact that he meant it, and just never came back.

This now left Julie in a quandry. She had found something that she really liked, and wanted, but she had no-one to give it to her. You could hardly go up to a man in a bar and ask him to take you home, tie you up, and have sex. The taking home and having sex was not the problem, but she wanted tying up, she wanted sex to be "GIVEN" to her, not shared "WITH" her.

One day she was surfing the net when she found a site that amazed her. It was a chat room, and whilst she did not join in, she watched the things appearing on her screen, and started to feel very damp. There, in front of her, were others talking about bondage, and how they would have sex with someone whilst they were tied up and defenceless. 

She had never dreamed that this really happened outside her own ideas, and to find that others were of the same mind, surprised the hell out of her.

For over a week she logged in to the chat room, and never typed a single word. Just watched. Every time she visited, there was someone talking about bondage. She watched a two way conversation between a man and a woman, where the man was telling the woman what he was going to do with her, and to her. To Julie's surprise, the woman seemed to be egging the man on, and again, Julie felt that strange warmth she had felt every time she had been tied up, all the way back to Joan of Arc.

Suddenly it dawned on her that it was exactly what she wanted for herself. For someone to TELL her what they would do, and then do it without her being able to resist. The next night she logged on, and typed a message. She sat for ages looking at what she had written, not pressing the enter key. What would happen if she sent the message? All she had to do, was press that key, and it would appear on screen, and on the screen of everyone logged on. Then everyone would know. What if it was someone she 'KNEW'?

For what seemed a lifetime, the message sat in front of her, the cursor blinking at the end of the line, as if begging her to send it. She closed her eyes. It still wasn't too late! All she had to do was delete the line, and it would not be sent. But she knew that she HAD to send it. It was fate that had brought her here, and she knew what she had to do. With eyes closed, her finger found the key, and pressed.

Seconds later, it was there on the screen in front of her.

"25 year old woman wants tying up. Please help!"

Perhaps the others in the chat room had not seen it! Maybe it only showed up on her own screen, and it would never be seen!.

She watched, horrified at herself, but knowing she had no choice. For over a minute there was no activity on screen, as if her message had stopped the world.

Then something happened. A message,obviously for her. just three words, and she could ignore them, couldn't she. NO, she could not. She knew in her heart the message was for her. Just three words. "Can I Help?"

This was the moment. Decider time. The final kick in a superbowl game, that decided who won the big game. If she answered, who would be the winner? If she didn't, would she be the loser. But as if she had no control over her hands, the answer appeared on her's, and everyone else's screens."Yes please"

Did she write that? How could she? 

Then another message. "Tell me about yourself".

About herself. What was there to say? That she liked to get tied up before having sex? That she wanted someone to take control, and Make her enjoy it. That she wanted to be raped? All of these were true, but was that what he really meant?

As she didn't answer for a minute or two, another message flashed onto her screen.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!"

This really looked as if the sender was shouting at her, and she immediately began to type her life story into the computer, not knowing why, but knowing she must.

For over three weeks the exchanges took place between her, and her internet Master, Yes, she had started to call him Master, at his insistence. But she somehow felt at ease with this, as if it were natural.

Then came the message she had been both wanting to see, and dreading. The Master would be in the same city the next week, and would want to see her. He gave her a list of things to but, and wear, and told her when and where to met him, but not to be one second late, or he would leave, and she would never hear from him again.

Her heart missed several beats. She couldn't lose him, now. Even though she had not met him, she wanted him, and only him. She sent an answer saying that she would appear, on time. To which he re-iterated what she was to wear, and nothing else.

The next few days were shopping days, as she had none of the stuff he had told her to wear.

Nylons, not tights. Short black skirt. Tight fitting black top. Red velvet neck collar. Black high heels, and to bring with her two pairs of handcuffs. This last item worried her most, but she dare not refuse. What would she do if the first thing he asked for, she had not got. It didn't bear thinking about.

For two days she sat at home, watching the computer, waiting for Him to say something. But nothing came. Since telling her he was coming, Nothing! She sat looking at the handcuffs, the cold metal somehow both threatening, and comforting. She wanted to feel them on. But dared not. It was His job to do that to her.

It had never dawned on her that all she had to do was say.No, and he would not come, and she could go back to her normal life. But what was normal? HE was normal, to her. Her world was changing, and all that she had dreamed of was about to come true. But had she the courage to let it. It was still not too late. It wouldn't be, until she let him use these handcuffs. She toyed with then again and again, but they still had the air of both threat and something else. LOVE!.

The days passed. Slowly. Why did she have to wait so long? Was he married? What did he look like? Why is he not here now, when I need him.

It had occurred to her on many occasions that she had already given herself up to this man, and had never even seen him. But she felt that it was right. Felt at ease with it, though with some trepidation. She just put that down to the unknown factor. But she knew it was more. Every time she thought of him, she made her panties wet, and he hadn't even touched her yet.

It was Friday. This was the day. Julie was up early, wanting to be ready in plenty of time. She showered, and ate breakfast. Showered, and dressed. Showered again, as if all this would bring the time to three pm quicker. But her watch must have stopped, or slowed down. Why was it not time yet? Was it really only eleven. God! four hours to go.

Julie checked her appearance again. The skirt showed almost all of her legs, and the high heels seemed to make them even longer. The black top was really tight, showing off her tits underneath it. She had no bra on, as he had said not to wear anything other than what he had told her to wear. She just hoped there would not be a strong breeze before she reached the meeting place, as he had not mentioned knickers to her either.

Slowly, the clock moved forwards. Three hours to go. She could still change her mind. It was not too late. But Julie knew she would not, could not change her mind. She needed to KNOW. Was this what she really wanted.? If she didn't go, she would never know for sure.

Two hours, and her stomach had hundreds of butterflies beating a tattoo inside her. Again and again she checked her appearance, not wanting anything to be wrong. She held the back of the skirt against her legs, sure that people would see that she had no knickers on. But was this part of the test? Did she have to show him that whatever he said, would be obeyed. Or had he simply forgotten to mention them. Such a dilemma!

One hour. Should she go, or should she leave a message to tell him that something had come up, and would like to postpone the meeting. But she knew that there would be no postponement. If she was late, or didn't arrive at all, that would be the last she heard from him. She had to go.

The walk to the meeting place was a bare ten minutes, but Julie left home early, trying to make sure that she was not late. It was a sunny day, and would have looked silly if she had worn a coat to cover up the short skirt. But the Master had not mentioned a coat anyway, so he obviously wanted her to walk through the streets like this. She just knew that everyone was looking at her. Did they know she had no drawers on? Mr Dickson had never smiled like that before. His eyes had never left her chest, watching it bounce without the bra that normally supported her breast

Suddenly, she was there. She was early, but rather that than late, and find Him gone.

She moved to the third bungalow, and knocked on the door. There was no answer, but the door was already standing slightly open, so Julie pushed it wider, and with one last sigh, entered..........................................

As she entered the room, Julie held her breath, not knowing what to expect.

She stood, halfway through the door, thinking of what she was doing, but knowing she had no choice. Seconds later, and one step, and she was through the door.

A soft voice from somewhere to her left, told her to close the door, and not look around.

The voice startled her, but she amazed herself by obeying, wanting more than anything to look, to see what he was like. 

The voice told Julie to walk into the centre of the room, and undress, facing the far wall. Panic suddenly set in, and Julie could not move, frozen to the spot, knowing that if she obeyed, it would be out of her control. 

The voice came again, almost a whisper, but she knew it was an order " UNDRESS"

Immediately Julie's hands moved the her thin top, and without another thought, pulled it upwards and over her head, baring her breasts for the still unseen Master. The skirt followed, leaving her naked in this strange place, unable to run, yet not wanting to do.

"Sit on the chair" said the voice. 

Julie had seen the chair, a wooden one with arm rests, and moved towards it, not daring to turn around. Still with her back to the voice, she sat in the chair, wondering just what was going to happen now. Did the man like what he could see? Was she too much overweight? Did her breasts sag too much for Him?

Julie heard a movement behind her, and something dark covered her eyes, blocking her vision, It took a second to realise that the man was blindfolding her. She wanted to move, to leave, but she could not, not now!

Once the blindfold was in place, the man gently took her left wrist, and she felt something like a rope pass around it, Seconds later, her wrist was secured to the arm rest of the chair. Again she panicked. What was he doing to her? What would he DO to her.

She wanted to scream out to him to stop, but as the man took her right wrist, and secured this also, she said nothing. As he moved to her ankles. Julie meekly let him secure them to the chair legs, holding her in place, unwilling and not wanting anything different.

She could hear him walking around her, and guessed that he was looking her over, His prisoner. She wanted to please Him, wanted Him to be happy with what he could see. Afraid He would be displeased with her.

A hand suddenly touched her bare breast, gently brushing against the nipple. Julie squirmed in the chair, but with an unexpected pleasure. She had had hands on her breasts before, but they did not feel like this. They did not seem to raise the fire within her that was already growing.

The hand moved to her other breast, and the fire became a blaze, the warmth filling her whole body, yet the man had done nothing yet!

His voice, a soft whisper, told her that he would always want her breasts to be available to him, so she was not to wear a bra ever again. Even then, Julie knew that if he had asked her to stand naked in the middle of the road, she would have done so. But she said nothing, just nodded her head in agreement with Him.

His hands moved across her stomach, and Julie felt as if it was all she had ever wanted, and without warning she felt the orgasm rip through her body, the most intense she had ever had, and still he had done nothing but touch her.

The dampness between her legs felt like e river, though she knew that this was not possible, the heat in her pussy forcing her to move in the seat, as His hand moved lower, to meet her thinly haired groin.

Julie raised her hips to meet His finger, but he pulled back, and away from her. She just knew that He was laughing at her, toying with both her body and her emotions, not allowing her the pleasure she suddenly craved for, more than ever.

She felt Him move away, and then back again. He told her to open her mouth, and as she did so, she felt something round being pressed into her mouth, a gag. He quickly fastened straps behind her head, and the gag was in place. She tried to say something, but nothing but a mild groan came out, and she knew that this was what He wanted from her.

Her mind flipped. Was this really what she had always wanted, ever since she had played Joan of Arc all those years ago. He was now free to do what He wanted, and the most that Julie could do, was moan through the gag.

Again she felt His hands touching her breasts, fingers toying with her nipples, gently squeezing at them. feeling them harden achingly under His touch.

Julie felt herself pushing her chest out to reach His fingers, but he moved with her, so that his fingers still gently touched and brushed the area she so wanted him to use.

Her whole body ached with wanting, needing, this stranger to take her. To make her His, and control her.

Again his hands moved to between her legs, brushing at the damp lips to her womanhood. With no control, Julie found herself raising her hips, trying to meet the hand of her Master, but still he tormented her with gentleness, allowing Himself to just touch her so gently, feeling the dampness grow again, as Julie lost control of herself.

Julie did not need to be told that this man was her Master.It was natural that He should be in control, her aim to please Him more than anything in the world.

His fingers moved to find her clitoris, and gently squeezed it, sending another orgasm tearing through the bound slave, more intense than any other. Julie cried out as the hot feeling swam through her like molten lava, but the gag reduced her scream to a gentle moan. He knew, though. He knew exactly how she was feeling, what he was doing to her. The emotions running through her as she came again, unable to control what was happening, or how she was feeling. He knew she did not want to leave, did not want this to stop,,,,ever.

His lips closed on hers, and Julie thrust her tongue out to push into His mouth, as she felt His hand press harder at her groin, a finger pressing against her womanhood, forcing its way inside her. She found His tongue, and sucked at it eagerly. It was the first real touch she had been allowed.

His fingers pressed deeper into her, filling her with a wanton feeling like she had never experienced, all of her wishes coming true at one time, fulfilling her needs, as the finger, His finger, began to feel like everything she had ever wanted.

Gone, now, were any inhibitions, and she knew that she was His, and would be forever, the most willing, and obedient of slaves. At last a Master...................



Julie



That day started like any other first day of preschool for Julie. She greeted the returning children as well as the newcomers. Parents milled around the room to see what new things Julie had set up for the children to do. As she was speaking to one concerned parent, she noticed a tall man standing in the doorway, with a large Stetson in his hand. Wrapped around his leg, was a small girl in a pretty green dress and saddle shoes. She seemed to be terrified at what she was seeing.

 After assuring the parent that only all natural foods are given at snack time, she headed in the direction of the man, who by now surely had the blood flow cut off to his foot.

 "Hello, I'm Miss Julie," she said, as the little girl hid her head behind his leg.

 "Hi, I'm Mike Walters. This is my niece, Heather Somers," he replied in a Texas accent and a large smile behind his mustache.

 The smile had an effect on Julie. She smiled back, turning three shades of red. She shook her shoulder length, curly brown hair off her shoulders and leaned down to look at the frightened little girl.

 "Hello, Heather. Don't be afraid. There are lots of thing to like about being here. Do you like to paint?"

 Heather looked out from his leg with one eye. She nodded her head and then hid again.

 "Do you like to use crayons? How about listening to stories? We have cookies. Good ones too." Said Julie, in her 'come on, give it a try' voice.

 Heather peaked out again, looked at her uncle and held her hand out to Julie. 

 "My niece and her husband were killed this summer in a car accident. My sister died last year, so I'm the only family she has. I inherited my niece’s home, so I moved up here to raise Heather. Michigan is just a might bit different than Texas. I'll leave her in your skilled hands, Miss Julie," he said, looking down at his niece.

 "Don't worry, Mr. Walters. Heather and I are going to get along just fine,” she said as Heather started to move around the room looking at all the interesting things.

 "Thank you very much. I'll be back around 4:30," he said with that same smile.

"See you then," said Julie, as she suddenly felt that the room was getting a little warm.

The day progressed as any other first day. There were a couple of arguments on ownership, (That’s mine! No, it’s mine!), somebody was ‘looking’ at somebody, and a missing lunch. 

Later in the afternoon, Julie found herself watching the clock, in anticipation of seeing Mike again. Close to 4:30, she had her aid watch the children just long enough for her to go to the bathroom and touch up her make up and comb her hair.

Parents began to show for their little ones. Julie had to clarify a few things to the parents as some of the kids told them that they got a ‘time out’. The whole time she was answering the questions, her eyes were glued to the doorway, waiting for Mike. She looked at the clock. 4:40. Most of the kids were gone. Heather was playing with some blocks over at the window. Finally, the last kid left and she found herself alone with Heather.

“So, how did you like your first day?” Julie asked.

“I had fun. I think I’ll come back tomorrow,” answered Heather.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, honey,” said a voice from the door. “Sorry about being late, Miss Julie. My truck just decided to play dead,” Mike drawled, as Heather ran over and gave his leg a big squeeze.

“That’s alright, Mr. Walters. I’m usually her till five or so anyway,” Julie said, knowing that she was blushing badly, and felt the room heating up again. 

As heather gathered her things, Julie noticed a few things about Mike that she hadn’t in the morning. He appeared to be in his late 40’s, with curly brown hair, and blue eyes. He was tall but not thin. His hands were large and strong. His face had a wind worn look to it, as if he made his living outdoors. He wore a red flannel shirt, and well-worn blue jeans that covered his boots.

“Mr. Walters, do you and Heather need a ride home?” Julie asked before she realized what she was saying.

“Well, I have a cab waiting, outside.” He replied.

“Please can we ride with Miss Julie, uncle Mike?” begged Heather.

“It’s two against one, Mr. Walters. I’ll be ready in a minute,” said Julie as she wondered what the heck she was trying to do.

Mike dismissed the cab, and they piled into Julie’s blue Blazer with Heather in the back. Mike gave her some directions, and off they went. She asked Mike a few questions as small talk and found in the course of conversation, he was 49, unattached, and a life long bachelor. He was born and raised outside Houston, and owned a horse farm. He had made several wise investments in the .com industry over the last few years, and cashed out just before the bubble burst. Between that, the horse farm, and the insurance money from his niece to raise Heather, he pretty much had all the bases covered. He now spent most of his time taking care of Heather and working around the home and yard. 

Julie explained that she was 27, was not married, (she failed to mention Scot, her boyfriend), and had no children. She had lived in Michigan right off the lake all her life, and loved it there. She had been teaching preschool since she finished college six years before.

As she was receiving the directions to his house, she noticed that they were getting out to the edge of town. When they finally arrived, she noticed a lovely little two-story house with a white picket fence, a meticulously cared for lawn, and a swing set in a large back yard that ended with a small creek and woods beyond.

As she pulled into the driveway behind an old red pickup with it’s hood up, she realized that she was feeling sad that the conversation was ending, and that Mike would no longer be sitting next to her.

“Thank you kindly, Miss Julie,” he said as he closed the door and placed his Stetson on his head. “If you ever need the favor returned, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Bye, Miss Julie, see you tomorrow,” yelled Heather, as she ran up to the front door.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Mr. Walters,” said Julie, as she put the car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway.

While driving home, she found herself not wanting to wait till the morning to see him. She tried to shake the feeling off. She already had a boyfriend and he was a good guy. Why was she reacting to this man like this? She decided to get it out of her head, before she saw her boyfriend, that night.

Mondays were pizza and sex night. When Scot would come home from work, he always would bring a pie from Anthony’s down the street. After eating and filling in each other about their day, they would watch a little TV and then retire to the bedroom to fulfill the ‘sex’ portion of the night. 

That evening, she found herself not wanting to prolong things. They ate and then skipped the TV and went right to the bedroom. They undressed and she indicated that he should lay back.

She took hold of his semi-erect cock and gave it a few short pulls to bring it to full attention. Then she simply put her mouth over him and started to jerk him with one hand kneed his balls with the other. With her head bobbing and her hand jerking, it didn’t take Scot long. He started to moan. She pulled her head off and continued to jack him. Soon he was spurting his seed as Julie pumped him dry. 

“Well, that was a little faster than usual,” he said.

“My turn,” said Julie as she rolled over on her back.

“In a hurry, are we?” he asked.

“Get cracking’,” she replied, pointing down below.

Scot followed orders and started to do what he knew Julie liked. 

She closed her eyes and tried to think about Scot, but kept finding his face replaced by the middle-aged Texan, with the wonderful smile and big powerful hands. Finally she stopped fighting it and let her mind just wander. 

As Scot was working his magic on her womanhood, she pictured Mike in bed with her, holding and caressing her, and whispering in her ear that everything was going to be all right. In her fantasy, he holds her tight and tells her to cum.

It caught Scot off guard as she suddenly gasped, let out a yelp, grabbed his head, and ground his face into her womanhood. It was one of the most intense orgasms she had had in some time. She laid there and let the glow last as long as possible.

“Mumph, mumph, mumph.”

She wondered what the noise was as she slowly came back to reality.

“Mumph, mumph, mumph!”

She looked down and realized that she still had a firm grasp of Scot’s ears and hair.

“Mumph, mumph,.. gotta breathe!” he said as she released him.

That night she slept with Mike on her mind.

The next day, Mike dropped Heather off, and left before Julie could talk to him. At 4:30, the parents were picking up the children and this time, Mike was on time. She motioned for him to wait as the last of the children left.

“Were you able to get your truck running, Mr. Walters?” she asked, as she crossed the room to him.

“I’m afraid the old gal has seen better days. Time to put her out to pasture. I picked out a new one, today and it’ll be ready tomorrow,” he replied.

Julie looked right into his eyes and asked, “Can I drive you home again, today?”

Heather started jumping up and down, excitedly.

“I don’t want to continue being an imposition on you, Miss, Julie,” he said, hat in hand.

“It is no imposition at all. Let me finish up and I’ll be right out,” she said, as her day suddenly got brighter.

As they walked to her car, Mike said, “I really want to thank you, Miss Julie, both for the ride and for helping Heather to cheer up. She’s been mighty quiet and sad since her parents died.”

“I’m glad I could help,” she said as she opened the doors. 

As they began the journey to Heather’s house, Mike said, “Heather, I want you to draw a real nice picture for Miss Julie when we get home. She’s been real nice to us.”

“You can just call me Julie, Mr. Walters.”

“Okay, Julie. Please call me Mike. Heather, make sure you still call her Miss Julie.” He said over his shoulder.

“Okay,” she said.

After a few minutes of silence, Mike said, “Julie, how would you like to join Heather and me for some ‘Texas Stew’? It’s been simmering all day and should be just about right by now.”

Heather started clapping and cheering in the back seat.

“Mike, I don’t really think I should interfere with Heather and your dinner.”

“You wouldn’t be bothering us at all. I made more than enough and it would be nice to have someone to have an adult conversation with, for a change. That is unless you fell uneasy about it,” he said as he turned to look at her. 

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she thought. “I should never have taken him home in the first place. What do I tell Scot?” She looked over at him. “Damn,” she thought as she looked into those baby blue eyes. 

Knowing exactly what she may be getting herself into, she said, “I’d be happy to join you.”

“Yeah!” came the response from the back.

Another large smile behind the mustache formed in Mike’s face.

Julie glanced over to Mike and felt her legs get weak. “God, I wish he wouldn’t do that when I’m driving.”

Soon they arrived at Mike’s house. Heather took Julie for a tour, as Mike prepared the rest of dinner. She showed her the swings where she got a skinned knee, a tree where squirrels live, and the creek where she got her new shoes wet.

As they approached the house, Julie could smell something wonderful in the air. Home cooking.

“I hope you’re about ready,” said Mike, as Heather started a tour of the inside.

“My stomach went off outside just smelling this,” said Julie as she was led away by Heather.

A couple of minutes later, Mike said, “Alright, ladies. Soup’s on!”

Heather led Julie to the dining room. There was a large rectangular oak table that was set perfectly, complete with lit candles.

“I know it’s a little fancy for a simple meal, but we don’t get much company here,” said Mike as he pulled a chair out for Julie and then Heather. He poured some pink wine in two fine glasses, leaving the bottle on the table, and a glass of milk in the third for Heather.

First up was a huge bowl of salad that had everything but the kitchen sink in it. It was served with 4 different dressings in their own serving bowls. There were French, Ranch, 1000 island, and Italian. 

“God, Mike, I could make a meal out of this,” exclaimed Julie.

“Don’t do that!” He said. “If you like it, please take some home with you.”

After a dent was made in the salad, he cleared that table and returned with a bowl of chicken noodle soup for Heather and two crock type bowls of soup for Julie and him. They were steaming hot.

“My goodness. This is ‘Texas stew’?” she asked.

“No, that’s French onion soup. You melt the cheese on top in the oven.” He replied, blowing on his soup.

Figuring that this might just be dressed up soup mix, she gave it a taste. This was the real thing, and it was every bit as good as the kind you get at a good restaurant.

“If you don’t like it, there’s more noodle soup out there,” said Mike, as he stood and motioned to take it away.

“No!” said Julie as she came to the defense of her bowl.

Mike chuckled and sat back down. They made some small talk about the weather and his horses and then it was time for the main course. Julie wasn’t sure if she could handle any more.

First he came out with a hot loaf of Italian bread, freshly sliced, and butter. Then when her returned, he had three crock bowls of bubbling stew that was steaming hot. He went back to the kitchen and returned with a Dutch oven, still half full of stew.

Heather was already blowing on her bowl when Mike sat down. “I really hope you like this, Julie,” said Mike. “It takes two days to make it right,” he said proudly.

This was what she smelled when she was outside. It was thick, rich and had tons of vegetables in it beside the beef. It was both smooth, and spicy. It was delicious. 

After dinner he served some coffee for himself and green tea for Julie. Looking at her watch, she said, “ I better be going. Thank you for a wonderful dinner.”

“Glad you could be here. Maybe we can do it again,” he said as he gave her another one of those smiles.

“Please dear God, get me out of here before I can’t make myself leave,” she prayed.

Heather and Mike walked her to her Explorer and said final goodbyes. She drove home wondering how she was going to explain being late.

Julie lucked out. On the answering machine was a message from Scot explaining that he was going to be delayed and he was going to get something to eat at work. She breathed a sigh of relief and got herself dressed for bed. As she sat on the sofa waiting for Scot, she turned on a love story on the TV. When the love scene came on, she realized that she had begun fingering herself. She closed her eyes and listen to the couple on the TV making their love sounds, while she thought of Mike and used both hands on herself. Soon, her hands were working at warp speed and a low moan turned into a loud wail as she nearly fell off the couch with the intensity of her orgasm. Outside, the dog barked and whimpered, wanting to make sure she was okay. Just then she heard a car door. She was barley able to pull herself together, went the door opened and Scot walked in.

“Hi, honey. Sorry I was so late,” he said.

The following week, Mike asked Julie over to dinner on Friday night. He had received some prime rib from a friend in Houston that owed him a favor. 

“You’ve never eaten ‘till you have genuine Texas Longhorn Prime rib,” he said.

Julie knew that Scot was going hunting with some buddies that weekend and wouldn’t be home till Sunday night. She wrestled with her feelings for a minute. She didn’t want to string Mike along and yet didn’t want to send him away. 

He smiled at her. 

“Sure.” She said in answer to the smile.

That Friday she drove alone to his house. He was outback with Heather raking up some leaves. 

“I built that Bar-Be-Cue myself this week,” he said pointing to a large brick and mortar structure. “We’re going to christen it with that prime rib roast.”

“Isn’t it a little cold to Bar-be-cue?” Julie asked?

“No, I built it for all year round use,” he answered.

Soon the roast was on the spit and veggies were cooking on skewers. 

Dinnertime came. It was probably one of the best meals she ever had. He was right. Texas beef was the best.

After dinner they talked and played board games with Heather (who mysteriously always won) and heated themselves by a beautiful fire.

At 9:00 it was time for Heather to go to bed. She said goodnight to Julie and Mike carried her up to bed.

While he was upstairs, Julie knew the time was coming when she was going to have to make a decision. Leave soon before he got the wrong idea or stay and accept the inevitable.

Thinking of Scot, she knew she had to leave. She was about to say so up the steps when he started down and looked at her with those baby blue eyes and that hypnotic smile.

“I think that I….,” she started to say and fell silent.

“What’s that Julie?” he said as he finished coming down the stairs.

She crossed the room, threw her arms around him and locked her lips on his.

Surprised by that, and it took a second for him to recover. He then wrapped his arms around her and returned the kiss in earnest. 

After they broke off the kiss, Mike said, “You know young lady, I’m old enough to be your father.”

“I know. That’s why I’m so attracted to you,” she said as she started another passionate kiss.

Mike considered this and asked, “So your attracted to me because of my age or because of the person I am?”

“Both,” she answered between kisses.

This time when the kiss broke, she grabbed his hand and walked him up the stairs to his bedroom. 

She undressed him and then herself.

He was in good shape for 49. He had a lot of body hair that had not yet started to turn gray. He also had an 8 inch monster that was quietly waiting to come alive.

She was medium height with natural brown wavy hair above and neatly trimmed below. She was curvy, cute, and had perky tits.

“Is this right to be doing this with my great-nieces teacher?” he asked.

“Do you want to ask her?” Julie joked. “I didn’t think so.”

They lay on the bed kissing and caressing each other. His strong hands, although calloused with hard work, were skilled in pleasing a woman. Her hands were tracing his back, butt and legs as far as she could reach. He moved to her neck with soft kisses and then down to her breasts. Julie was getting so hot, she thought she would explode.

His hand glided down to between her legs. She opened them to allow his touch. He no sooner caressed her womanhood, when an animal groan came from deep in her throat and she shuttered, and clamped her legs together on his hand.

When she relaxed her body, Mike covered her mouth with his. After the kiss, he brushed her shoulder length hair out of her face and kissed her gently on the cheek. He laid her back on her back and moved himself between her legs.

Mike was totally different than Scot. While Scot knew how to make her cum quickly, Mike knew how to make it special. He teased, tickled, licked, fast, slow, up, down, and side-to-side. His tongue was inside her the first time she came and he thought he was going to lose it. The contractions were that strong. He didn’t give up. He stayed there until she had cum 4 times and she couldn’t take it anymore.

He finally lay back down next to her. Julie was out of breath and trying to regain control. When her head cleared, she ran her hand down to his cock and realized he was still soft. She ran her fingers over him and played with him until the serpent came to life. When she had him good and ready, she climbed between his legs and stared at awe at the 11-inch weapon bobbing there.

She gently stroked him as she licked and sucked his balls. That caused a groan to come from him. Then she looked that monster eye to eye and slipped it into her mouth. He was as hard as a rock. She swirled her tongue, and bobbed her head. She kneaded his balls. Scot would have been a goner at this point, but Mike just seemed to be enjoying himself.




Julie



He reached down and pulled her head off his cock and pulled her up to him. He kissed her and slid out from under her. He positioned her on her knees and attempted to enter her from behind. She reached back to help guide him and at the same time wondered if she was going to be able to handle that thing. 

He slid his cock into her and held that position for a few seconds as he felt her contractions. She came as soon as he was in. 

At first, he started a slow and easy pace as he reached around and kneaded her swaying breasts. Soon he picked up the pace and was beginning to slap his balls harder against her. She came again with a bit of a cry and a sigh.

He withdrew from her and turned her on her back. He reached his arms under her knees and pulled then up. She guided him again and this time he pounded the hell out of her. 

This was more than she could take and remain quiet.

“Ahhhhh, Godddddddddd, Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” she cried as he continued to slam her hard.

With a scream and her grabbing him to stop, she experienced the most violent and intense orgasm of her life. He released her legs and used the missionary position.

He started a normal rhythm as he looked at her and smiled. She returned the smile and they watched each other for a few minutes. Soon she was getting close again and had to close her eyes as another orgasm ripped through her body and he felt the strong contractions below. After a minute he rolled off her.

“That was incredible,” she said as she reached down to his cock. “Haven’t you cum yet?”

“Nope,” he answered.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked, concerned.

“No, not at all. I just like to make sure that the lady is well taken care of,” he drawled.

“Mission accomplished, Mike.” She said with sigh. “What can I do to please you?”

“This is going to sound stupid to you, but I got hooked on this when I was a teenager in Texas going to drive-in movies. The easiest way for a girl to shut down a horny teenager is to give him a hand job. There were a few girls I dated that were very good at it. It’s been my thing ever since. I’m not asking you to, I’m just telling you because you asked.” 

“A hand job?” Julie thought. She hadn’t done that since 12th grade. “Well, if that’s what he likes, that’s easy enough to do,” she figured.

“Is there any particular way you want to do this,” she asked.

“Just lay beside me so I can hold you and look at you, while you do it. There is no need for anything else.”

She situated herself next to him and started to play with his cock. He played with her boobs and looked into her eyes and smiled. She slid her hand up and down its length and tickled the head on each pass. She could tell by his moans and hip movements what he liked and how fast he wanted her to go. All the wile, she watched his face, enjoying the control she had on him. She would get him close and back off several times, much to his dismay. Finally after making him wait for over 20 minutes she decided it was time.

“Are you ready?” she whispered?

“Yes,” he said, barley audible.

She leaned close to him, looking him right in the eye and intensified her grip on him, as she stroked him from top to bottom. She felt the contractions start on his cock and suddenly it seemed as if it was raining. Spurt after spurt of spunk was emptying from his balls, flying high into the air, only to fall on Julie and Mike like a cloud burst. 

Julie got a kick out of controlling his orgasm and filed it in the back of her mind for Scot.

The next morning, Heather had no idea that Julie had spent the night. To her, Miss Julie just stopped by for breakfast.



Julie returned home by Sunday evening. The rest of her stay with Mike had been just as wonderful as Friday night. She had a glow about her that hadn’t been there since she first met Scot. When he came home that night, he was very tired. He said hello, took a shower and went to bed. This gave Julie time to think about what she had done that weekend.

She knew she loved Scot. He was both good for her and to her. Together, they made a good living and owned a nice house. They did do things together, when their schedules allowed, and they seemed to both enjoy the same things. Still, she knew she was in love with Mike. He was polite, funny, loved kids, and was a great cook. Plus, no one had made love to her like he had over this weekend. When she was with him, all the problems of the world seemed to disappear. It was the same kind of feeling you got as a small child when daddy held you close so nothing could hurt you.

“I refuse to ruin things with Scot,” she said to herself. “I’m going to tell Mike the truth and see how he takes it.”

There was no school on Monday, due to a federal holiday. Julie had the whole day to think about how she was going to make it up to Scot, even though he was completely in the dark.

At 6:30, Scot came home with a pizza and a 2-liter of diet Coke. They ate and discussed the day. Julie told him that she had a video that she wanted him to watch in the bedroom. Scot had no problem with that.

Scot stripped to his underwear, and laid down on the bed, as Julie got ready in the bathroom. When she came out, she had a red-hot sheer nightie on, that left nothing to the imagination. She was carrying something in her hand. She sat on the bed next to him.

“We are going to play a game,” she said, matter of factley. “It will be played based on my rules. No deviation.” She said as she wrapped a leather strap around his wrist and tied it to the bedpost. “You have to be a good boy, or you’ll have to pay a penalty. I’m sure you don’t want that,” she continued as she tied the other wrist.

Moving down to his feet she said, “I’ve made a video just for you,” said Julie as the first foot was secured. “You must control yourself during the video, or there will be no reward,” she said as she started on the second foot. “It’s not as easy as you think, because I’m not going to play fair.” She said as she tested the bindings for circulation as well as being secure.

She kneeled between his legs and took him in her mouth. She was gentle and slow with her movements. Soon he was hard as steal. She continued loving his cock with her mouth until she started to notice all the warning signs. She stopped, climbed off the bed, stood up, and took his cock in her hand. She could tell he was close with all the twitching and the purple color of the head.

“We are about to start the game. You must watch the video. You may not close your eyes, or you lose. You may not cum before the video is over, or you lose. If you lose, you’ll stay tied up until morning and sleep by yourself with the video repeating over and over. If you’re a good boy, and do as you’re told, I’ll finish you off and let you cum in my mouth. After that I’ll be your love slave for the night, if you have anything left. No sense in asking if your ready, it seems that you are,” she said as she squeezed his engorged man meat. 

She reached over and turned on the tape. It was a video of their bedroom, shot from the foot of the bed toward the headboard. Julie came into view wearing the same nightie. Judging from the illumination on the tape, it shot in mid afternoon. She laid down on the bed with her upper body propped up and raised her knees and spread her legs.

“Here we go, Scot,” said Julie on the tape.

Scot couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Julie was reaching down to her pussy, and was beginning to finger herself. She was giving herself a two handed wank.

Meanwhile, the here and now Julie, was starting to wank Scot, keeping a sharp eye on him. He tensed and she stopped. On the TV, Julie was moaning softly. A few more pumps. The head of his cock was purple and the hole was opening and closing as if it were trying to talk. On the TV, Julie inserted three fingers of one hand. Three more pumps. “Uhhg,” came from Scot. His breathing was getting harder. Julie checked to see if Scot was watching her wail away on her pussy on the TV. He was, and seemed mesmerized. Julie used her fingertips to trace around the head. The hole puckered in response. Three more pumps. “Shit,” he said through clenched teeth. 

“You’re doing quite well, but you haven’t won yet,” she said, giving three more pumps.

On the TV, Julie’s hips were starting to rise up and down to the tempo of her hands.

Julie started to tickle and tease his cock. His breathing was very erratic. His moans were almost continuous.

Three more pumps. Four huge ropes of spunk shot up in the air and landed on his chest. Many less energetic landed on his abdomen and her hand.

“Aw, you didn’t make it,” pouted Julie, as TV Julie let out a wail and came on tape for posterity.

She stopped the tape, set the machine on auto replay, and left the bedroom. As she closed the door, she heard him say, “Julie, wait. Wait!”

That night, Julie decided that she would keep her affair with Mike secret, if he would agree to it. Otherwise she would have to end it.

Mike invited Julie out at a 5 star restaurant that coming Thursday. Having never been to one, she accepted. She told Scot that she had a seminar to attend and had forgotten about it. She brought a dress with her to school, and changed after the children had left. Mike wanted to pick her up, but for discretions sake, she drove herself.

She entered the lobby and found Mike sitting at the waiting bar. 

“Where’s Heather,” she asked.

“The lady next door had her grandchildren over today and Heather wanted to stay and play with them. I thought that might be best,” he drawled.

“Mr. Walters, your table is ready,” said the hostess.

“Perfect timing,” he said.

They were led to the far corner of the room. It had a beautiful mahogany table with floor length laced tablecloth, a vase of fresh flowers, and a small candelabra. They both sat with their backs to the wall.

The waiter came and they ordered wine. The wine guy came and went thru all the motions of putting on a show to open and pour it. They were left alone to consider the menu.

“Mike, I have something thing to talk to you about,” she began. “I haven’t been truthful. I live with a guy. I love him very much and I don’t want to lose him. If you want to end this, I’ll understand, but I would much rather not.”

Mike leaned back in the mahogany chair and sighed. He looked at her with the eyes that daddies give to little girls when they have been very bad. Julie had a lump come up in her throat.

Then that smile broke out on that face behind the moustache. “I was wondering when you were going to get around to telling me about him,” he said.

“You mean you knew?”

“Sure. You told your class that your boyfriend was going hunting. Heather told me. Why do you think I invited you over to my house for dinner in the first place? I’m glad you’re not planning on giving him up. I’m a confirmed bachelor. Getting involved in discreet affairs is our lifeblood. No ends to tie up. I have to say, you are the prettiest affair I didn’t have to end,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. 

Julie was thoroughly relieved. She let out a huge breathe of air, which she immediately drew back in as she noticed a hand traveling up under her dress to her crotch. Mike studied the menu as if nothing were happening under the table. He had worked his was past the pantyhose and was already twiddling her womanhood for all it was worth. She too attempted to ac t as if nothing was happening.

“Mike,” she whispered. “Someone will see”

He ignored that and intensified his twiddling. She stared at her menu, not reading a thing.

“Mike, please stop. Ohhhhhhhh. Please? Ohhhhhhhhh, God.”

“I think I’ll try the sirloin,” said Mike.

Julie sunk a little lower in her seat and hid her face with the menu. Just then, the waiter returned. “Have you decided what you would like?” he asked. 

“I have, but the lady is still thinking about it,” Mike answered as he continued on her womanhood, unrelenting.

“You, ohhh.. are unnnh, sooo, bad!” she managed to get out.

She let go of the menu with one hand, covered her mouth, and began to shake and tremble as the public orgasm raged through her system. when she calmed down, she wiped her eyes with a $10.00 napkin, and repositioned herself on her seat as she sniffled the last remnants of the orgasm away.

“You are going to pay, mister,” she said with a wicked look on her face.

She looked over the menu, this time able to see it. The waiter returned and they ordered.

After a quick glance around the room, She reached under the table, unzipped him and freed him to the fresh air. She started to jack him. She was very careful to make it look like she was just sitting there like anyone else with one hand in her lap. She used only her wrist. He was soon hard and she went to town on him. He tried to talk a few times but the words got caught in his throat. She got him close and kept him that way, while keeping an eye out for the food. As the waiter approached the table with the tray, she used her leg to lift the tablecloth and finished Mike off. She felt several strong convulsions on his cock and knew that he just shot 4 or 5 mighty ropes of spunk. The waiter placed the dinner on the table and she let the tablecloth fall back in place. As the waiter walked away, they both noticed a large splatter of spunk on the waiter’s pant leg.

Mike turned pale and Julie started to laugh.

“Better hope he thinks that salad dressing,” she chuckled.



Julie



Anxious, I look at your spot. You’re not there. I turn and park the car. A good point of view. The small street is lightly lit, cars are parked on both sides. A few guys are strolling by, some nervous, some hesitating. From time to time, a guy approaches a girl pressed against the 6-storeys buildings. A little chat and the guy resumes walking. Sometimes, they walk away together to a porch. The girl opens the door and they step inside.

There are many girls on the street. All types. Tall, thin, black, white. In wintertime, they all wear the same kind of fur coat. But right now it’s summertime.

I get more nervous as time passes. Will you come? I stretch my vision into the dark, trying to discern your figure. I concentrate so much I almost miss you coming from another way.

Suddenly, all the guys in the street seem attracted by you and close in upon you. But I’m faster than them, I start the engine and rush to meet you. I just give you a hand sign and look for another place to park. You’ve seen me and the first guy to claim you walks away disappointed.

I get out, close the door and walk towards you. I’m happy but still nervous. How is it going to be this time? We meet and you just greet me with a "Let’s go". I nod and we’re on our way.

Seven floors and no elevator. Stairs to Seventh Heaven. I see glimpses of the top of your thighs under your skirt as you climb up before me. It’s a long way and I fantasize moments to come. The stare of the big black guy waiting on the sixth floor cools me down a bit and I slightly accelerate.

There we are. You unlock the door and we step inside. The room is large, so is the bed. Dimmed lights. Mirrored walls.

We agree on the price and I undress fast while you go hiding the cash. Then you wait for me to undress you. You know I get excited that way. You sit on the bed while I take your sandals off. Your legs skin is smooth but I can’t enjoy the touch for you get up too fast.

The light summer dress you wear fall to the ground to reveal your perfect body. You’re so small, your head goes lying gently on my shoulder. I feel your tiny nipples like little needles on my torso. My hands caress your tanned skin from your short hair to the red string on your firm ass cheeks. You turn around into my arms. The string goes down and so does my hands, cupping your breasts, pinching gently your nipples between my fingers. You’re still smiling, showing no feeling whatsoever. I explore your belly and the valleys they make on the way to your pussy. It’s shaved of course and my hands run gently on the outside, touching your lips like ancient china. I wish you would let my fingers in and taste your secret essence. My cock is pressed to your back and despite the erection, I feel it growing even more.

When you have enough, you leave my arms and order me to lie on the bed. Take a condom and precisely adjust it on my eagerly waiting shaft. Then you start the too short sweet ride, taking it in your mouth, slowly first, rolling your tongue on the tip, swallowing it till your nose tickles my belly, moving your lips on the entire length, sucking the gland like you want to drink me. I breathe harder and I close my eyes in a sigh, not too long, I love to see you giving head. You play with me like a sadistic mistress, taking me too quickly to the edge that I almost become afraid to loose control. But before I can say a word, you stop abruptly.

"You come on top?"

I can only nod and relax a bit while we trade places. You open your legs and guide my cock to your pussy. When it’s pointing between its lips, you grab my ass and pull me in. I look at your face while I penetrate, hoping to see a spark of pleasure but none I can see. So I look down at my manhood, pumping rhythmically your tight vagina. I try to be gentle but you keep pulling me to force you. Against my will, I feel the inner spasm coming up and I have to stop.

"You come on top now."

I lie down on my back and you kneel to meet my erected pole. Your inside is tighter and the rhythm of your strokes is driving me crazy. I try to divert my attention from the sensation by taking your tits in my hands, hoping to get a moan from you. But you get wilder and my body arches and I cry with physical pleasure and mental pain. Your pussy squeezes me harder as I let my juices flow. Gallons of it like it’s never going to end.

It’s over. You go to the bathroom while I get dressed. You smile and say "See you". I get back to my car and go home. My bed is empty and cold. I want you back.



Julie



1

Julie and I have lived alone together, since the day my wife .. her mother .. walked out. 

Not a word, a reason or a good by.

Papers were served on me two days after with no alimony or financial demands attached and giving me sole custody of Julie. I signed and mailed them Express Mail the same day.

Betty, my wife, and I had known each other since we were two and married very young. I got Betty pregnant with Julie too soon and we had to go to a special private school to finish without loosing any time.

Money was never an issue with Betty and me. I had a modest inheritance from my grand parents that kept us well off and allowed us both to go through school and college, starting into our professions right away. I did very well from the beginning of my working life. 

One .. well two issues that Betty and I had, not long after we started college. I always had fantasies over furs and attempted to introduce them into our love making. Our Love making was starting to cool for reasons I never understood and I thought that this would help and I could get my favorite fantasies into our life. Not only did it not work but our love making quickly went totally into the toilet.

I did hear a few months latter, after Betty walked out on us that she had been sleeping around on me for some time. I guess I didn't really know her at all.

My parents died a few years ago in a rafting accident on vacation leaving yet another modest inheritance and a final big hole in my life. I could easily retire in a few years and still put Julie through college. 

At only 34 I'm well invested, in excellent heath and physical shape having inherited a fine youngish six two body from my folks. 

Julie was seven at the time Betty walked out. She still remembers her leaving us alone. Her resentment to her mother has all but gone now. 

To say Julie and I have grown close over the years would be an understatement. I've been father and mother, housekeeper and provider. She has been the sole focus of my life more by desire and circumstances than by necessity. She alone is my family now.

I never spoiled Julie. She has done her tasks as she has grown up and learned her responsibilities like any good child should. She has been very well provided for, maybe to an occasional excess. She is my sole focus and daddy's little girl after all.

2

Practically the next day Betty left I purchased a bunch of furs. I would no longer live a fur impoverished life, I swore and I didn't leave out Julie. Her bed was covered in a thick Red Fox spread to match her red hair and I got her a cute little hooded short Red Fox jacket with matching mittens. Some vests, scarves and the like came quickly.

Julie has always been a cute child. Despite her mother leaving us Julie has always been cheery and bright. Very intelligent, inquisitive and self assured. I do everything possible to encourage all her qualities. She has always taken care of herself and dresses very nicely. Getting furs for her is as much a treat for me as it is for her and she knows it. Girls love to shop so going to the fur salon began as a 'mom' thing I would do with her and it quickly became a favorite together thing for us. 

Raising her I could not help but know everything about her and she about me. She knew all about my penchant for furs and in many ways seemed to share them right off. She never said no to a new fur and by puberty was asking for specific furs we would sometimes have to 'negotiate' over. By then Julie had been getting and reading all the fashion and trade material on furs that she could. Exploring fur sites and information on the Internet. 

She knew I was a soft touch when it came to fur. Like the time at age 12 when she just had to have a Sable. She had been looking for one to see after finding out about Sable. She saw and generously 'felt' one (more like consumed it) at a visit to the fur salon. "Oh Daddy ... this is wonderful .. magnificent .. oh my." I managed to turn that into her first 'adult' fur. A very fine 'preowned' hooded Mink jacket (generously over sized for her growth) with the promise of a Sable for her high school graduation if she kept her grades up. 

Like most loving small children Julie would come running to my bed some nights from a nightmare, bad storm or just lonely and insecure. With the absence of Betty I have to say that I looked forward to those nights. Julie would cuddle but it was all quite normal. I think it was enhanced for us both with the furs since I would calm her by cuddling and fur fondle her in my Lynx spread until she was cooing and would fall asleep. Looking back I can see that Julie was quite excited by it all at the time. Daddy's little girl .. loves her Daddy. 

We were always affectionate with each other and I viewed that as reinforcing her ability to normally relate to men in general and have normal affections for men when she grew up. Maybe escape the flaw of her mother's unfaithfulness. 

With the pressures of work, wanting to guarantee our security, and the time spent with Julie I had little time for a date life. To aggravate the issue, all the women I did manage to date were disinterested to disgusted with furs. Those relations would never happen and they were all very short lived. Julie would pout with each and every one.

Julie occasionally dated but with decidedly non-aggressive type boys, geeks to be precise. As a doting father I was quite happy with that. She didn't seem to be driven to have sex or be with the "in" crowd. Again I was not disturbed with that at all. All things in good time I was thinking. I didn't want her to make the same mistake her mother and I had made. I reminded her of that on more than one occasion. Unlike most girls, she seemed to actually listen to her father. 

Even by freshman year in high school Julie had turned from cute little girl to a tall, taller than the boys, elegant woman. Now at the end of her senior year she is drop-dead-gorgeous. Fashion model material. In fact she has been occasionally modeling since freshman year for a local outdoor equipment company as a 'fashion' model. She makes hiking boots look sexy.

We have both liked to go hiking and camping since Julie was a little girl. I got it from my parents but Betty never liked doing it much and even before she left us Julie and I would take weekends and go out in the woods. She has always been a great hiker and camper. This is where we met the camping company folks. Turns out I already knew most of them anyway. They took to her right away as a natural. She was modeling for them the next week. 

Julie instinctively knows how to wear clothes of all types, particularly furs. They are like a denim jacket to her yet she is so sensual. She will never make it as a great runway model however. She doesn't have the drive or ruthless personality for the business end of it. Pros have told her this and she seems to be not at all unhappy over it.

Her sensuousness in fur began to get to me from about sophomore year and had be thinking 'unclean' thoughts about her on occasion. I struggled with them and was able, for the most part, to push them aside. 

Julie on the other hand was becoming a genuine vixen around me. We were at the fur salon one day when she had just turned 17 and she is trying on a floor length Silver Fox. Julie is already five nine by then so it was a long coat. It had a huge thick collar and enormous sleeves. She was doing an exaggerated models swirl, her red hair entwined in the thick fur as she pushed it into her face, she looks at me with the sexiest coy, come hither look I had ever seen. "Daddy .. do you like me in this coat? .... Daddy .. I mean really like me?" Frozen with my mouth agape, I wanted desperately to pretend it never happened and to also never forget that moment. Truth prevailed .. "Julie you are totally magnificent. The most beautiful woman in the world." My honest thought at the time .. and to this moment. She beamed radiantly with the most incredible smile she ever gave me.

3

Graduation and her 18th birthday were upon us. This meant my baby girl was grown up, going to college and ready for her Sable .. which she never let me forget. One of those pesky lifetime promises you wished maybe you should have never made? Of course she was at the top of her class so no dodging this one. She fully deserves it. Her friends were getting cars for graduation so it was a bit difficult to plead poverty.

Sable, of course, is very expensive and I had not promised her a flowing, floor length NEW Sable though I desperately wanted to. I shopped for nearly two years prior to that. I knew this was a promise I dare not break. I managed to find and keep secret a hooded, it had to have an hood, very full on her, dark brown genuine Russian Sable long jacket with very generous sleeves. Used it was still a small fortune. Certainly as much as the car gifts her friends were getting. This I would remind her of. I was also compelled to get that Silver Fox coat she so seductively "talked me into". She somehow knew she would get it. After all, I can't disappoint my little sweetie. 

When I gave them to her with the birthday cake that evening she was hysterical .. and unbelievably gorgeous. She modeled them for me for a very long time in the most sensual and provocative way imaginable. I took her out to dinner and she wore the Sable of course. 

"Daddy .. you won't be sorry you got these for me." 

"I would never be sorry giving you anything sweetie." 

I don't know why I always called her sweetie, aside from the obvious, but that is what she has always liked me to call her. When she was into puberty I thought she might like her father to call her something else more formal, like Julie. We talked about it and she insisted I continue to call her sweetie. She says everybody calls her Julie and she wanted us to have our special name for her. I like that she wanted that.

For the first time in my life I intentionally and deliberately sexually fondled my daughter. Well I stroked and hugged her in the fur, caressing her body through the Sable. She moved and squirmed around like never before with a deep humming sound I'd never heard her make. She was clearly excited by it all. We managed to maintain a normal father-daughter presence at dinner however.

That night was the first time I deliberately masturbated to the image of my fur clad daughter. I was so ashamed as with all the 'unintentional' times and wet dreams before. Always since she was a sophomore, when I am sexually aroused Julie will invade my mind, at the peak of my ejaculation. Always wearing furs of course. Her beautiful fur clad body would be so clear before me. Now in her Sable and Silver Fox I had just given her.

I don't have to work very hard at 'seeing ' her nude. We have never been shy around each other though not deliberately exposing ourselves to one another. There are always those times when mistakes and accidents happen or we are surprised when the other is there when you thought they were gone. It seems Julie has been having a lot of 'accidents' lately. Her nude body is beautiful in every way. Her modest breasts betray their sensual contribution in their perfection. Her muff is as red as the hair on her head and her graceful form is exquisite. She really is the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I am pretty sure she knows it as well.

She was also much more feely kissy around the house lately as well while always wearing fur. Julie has many small furs now that are perfectly appropriate around the house like her several fur vests. I also, at her insistence, had reconstructed for her a very large sheared Phantom Beaver coat into a robe, fur inside of course. She had gotten it for nothing on eBay. The fur itself is incredibly soft and silky. She often wears it around the house and I'm suspicious that is all she has on most often. She can wrap it around herself several times it's so big. Sweetie has gradually been doing a very fine embroidery all over it on the skin or outside mixed with and overlaying the stitch pattern of the pelts. Brilliant colors and the designs are incredible. It's a crafts project she wears. She loves it and is magnificent wearing it.

A few mornings ago at breakfast, I think Julie was using the Beaver to fondle her 'beaver' under the table. She was intently staring at me eating but seemingly distracted.

I can't keep my cock soft or stop thinking of her other than with 'unclean' thoughts anymore.

Since her birthday I have masturbated thinking only of her and her beautiful fur clad body each and every night. Sometimes in the middle of the day with the opportunity. I have to stop. The guilt is driving me mad but her image is burned into my mind now and tearing at my heart.

Julie had Prom night after graduation and again it was with one of her geeky boyfriends. She was elegantly and modestly dressed for Julie. A nice white silk dress with her hooded mink jacket. Almost like a reminder over the Sable. Like Dan isn't good enough for Sable.

Dan is a nice guy and he knows he is nowhere near Julie's league. I am still baffled by this and asked her on more than one occasion, including this one, why she dates these guys. "Daddy .. I just want to have a good time and not be mauled and groped all night the way the other girls are." 

She smiled sweetly and gave me a long and lingering kiss before her and Dan left for the prom. "Besides .. as she whispered in my ear .. my heart belongs to Daddy." My heart was racing as I watched them drive away. 

I raced to bed furiously masturbating in her Silver Fox coat for a long time. I am not sure when I fell asleep but I dreamed of 'my sweetie' nude in her Sable and without shame. It was all so natural, soft and loving.

4

Movement in my bed slowly woke me. In my groggy state I knew it was Julie! It was still dark out. A quick glance told me it was only 1 AM? 

She is behind me fondling my back and body with the Silver Fox as she speaks.

"Is something wrong sweetie?" 

"No Daddy .. everything is wonderful." 

I roll over facing her. Julie is nude and wearing her new Sable. I always sleep in the buff and my whole body went flush. 

"I see you were thinking of me with my Silver Fox tonight Daddy?" 

My cock by now is stiff as a fence post and it is clear for her to see. Her nipples are like bullets and her areolas are swollen. She is practically drooling as she looks at my cock.

"Julie, I said sternly, we can't do this .. it is so wrong and unnatural." Fathers don't fuck their daughters! With the word 'fuck' Julie shook with a sweet but lecherous look and, I swear, her tits jumped. 

She paid absolutely no attention to my admonition other than her increased stimulation. She quickly had the Silver Fox around my waist and my cock stroking it smoothly with its huge sleeve. I'm going out of my mind with lust for my sweetie. It must be a dream .. a very vivid dream!

"No Julie" I attempted to say with the sternest voice possible. I failed as my voice quivered and broke with the thrill that was rushing through my body as my daughter began fondling me. 

"Daddy .. she always pauses slightly after saying it .. I told you my heart belongs to you."

"That's just a figure of speech .. an old song title!" I'm desperate and can't hold out much longer. My daughter is seducing me .. hell she's bent on doing her old man.

"Please sweetie .. let's stop and think about this! Please." 

"Daddy ...... Daddy ... I want you." She is very distracted by her fur fondling my cock which is about to go off like the 4th of July.

"Julie please stop .. please" My words are not finding a mark.

"Daddy .. I have been thinking about it since mom left and now I have you ALL to myself." and with that she launched into jerking me off with a vengeance. 

Silver Fox sweeping up my engorged cock, running it over my stomach and upper thighs. Her magnificent hair is swinging and swishing over the head of my cock and with an intense look of concentration she parts her lips and devours the head of my cock, her hair spilling all around. 

My hands are in her soft hair massaging the back of her head and neck in ways I know she loves. Like the countless times I have comforted her and coddled her in my arms as a child. I am becoming lover to my daughter and suddenly it is more than fine. 

Meanwhile my gonads have taken all the "abuse" they can take as she has been massaging them with the Silver Fox. More pressure than ever forces thick, hot juices rushing to the head of my cock. Burst after burst is sucked and taken by my sweetie. Her head had been bobbing well down my cock relentlessly bringing up my wildest passions and fantasies so long buried in my body and mind. 

As she sucks up and cleans my cock of the last bits of my cum she looks at me .. "Was that good for you Daddy?" I nearly shot another load with that. 

"Did I do a good job? I want to do it better than mom." 

"Your mother never would do this for me." An enormous smile flashed across her face with a clear sign of enormous pride and satisfaction as she wipes across her mouth with the back of her hand. She would mention Betty only once more in our lives. She knew everything there was to know with that since she also knew about Betties disdain for fur. 

"Sweetie .. there is something Daddy would like to do for you." She lit up like the sun. 

"Yes Daddy yes Daddy .. anything ... what are you going to do?" 

"Lay back in the furs and wrap yourself in your Sable, the fur to you. Then fondle your breasts as I know you have already done .. right sweetie?" 

She broke into a sheepish grin that told all, following my instructions instantly. I nearly shot off watching her finesse at fur fondling her marvelous tits. I had the Silver Fox and my Lynx spread fondling her thighs and it was no time at all that she was nearly to orgasm on her own. Sweetie was doing just fine.

"Daddy ... what now?" in a quivering voice. I didn't speak but began kissing her from the calves of her legs, slowly moving up between her legs. Sweetie was way beyond humming and well into moaning and having her first mini-orgasms. They were causing her to quiver more noticeably. The quivering increased the closer I got to her soft muff. I blew gently on her muff and she instantly cried out .. "Oh Daddy .. do me please do me." 

I progressed to kissing her around her muff and her quivering advanced to mild humping. I finally slid one finger through her muff and down the middle of her very wet labia. Sweetie was tossing her head from side to side, moving her knees up and down rapidly and moaning quite loudly. The more I fingered her labia the faster she moved and the louder she got. I did this for a few minutes to pull her level of excitement to a fever pitch. Her hips were in a constant vibration by then in her anticipation.

Meanwhile my cock was recovering to its former power pole condition. This was all very exciting for Daddy as well. 

When I brought my mouth down on her muff and began sucking her labia and vagina she froze in mid rise .. her hips still off the fur, rigid in my mouth. She stopped breathing until I parted her labia with my tongue and into her vagina. With a huge exhale and moan she fell limp in the furs and cried softly, her hips once again quivering lightly. I sucked and stroked her clitoris with my tongue. She had her first full orgasm, I'm sure. 

"Daddy I love you so much .. please take me .. take my virginity. I've been saving it for you alone." I kissed her sweet lips softly at first and then we locked into a tongue tangling kiss as lovers, not father-daughter. Her passion was ferocious and with wild abandon, driving me quite mad.

Our mutual fondness for being in the furs became a full part of our love making as we wallowed and frenetically fur fondled the other. She is very proficient at getting me very excited with the furs alone. In our kissing frenzy my cock found her virgin essence. 




Julie



I pushed up from her as I moved forward. There is a warm glowing and soft not-quite-smile that wraps around my body like a great Sable. "This will hurt some at first sweetie." "I know Daddy .. just move slowly into me and I'll be fine." With that said my cock found its way on its own .. the slight resistance was parted and slowly I slid deeper and deeper 'till my balls were between the cheeks of her ass. She didn't make a pep, with an ethereal look of angelic purity. "Oh Daddy that is soooo fine ... more pleeeaaseee." as she squirmed around my cock in a way I had never experienced. "God honey .. you are incredible." 

I was suddenly struck with terror! "Sweetie please let me out. You are not protected and I don't have a rubber. Remember what I told you?" She had me in a vice grip and would not let go. I'm terrified. 

"Daddy don't worry. I got pills over a month ago. I'm protected. I knew I was at least going to try and seduce you." 

I was so thankful for her intelligence. My cock had shriveled however in my anxiety and it withdrew from her on its own a bit bloody. "I'm sorry sweetie. I ruined your loss of virginity." 

"Let me help you again Daddy." She wipes me clean with a cloth from the bed side then wraps her lips once again around my cock, juicing it up again. She had hardly touched it with her lips before it was standing proud again. 

"Daddy really likes me to do that?" 

"Anytime you like sweetie." 

With no preliminaries at all I thrust deep and hard into her soft, tight glory hole to her cervix. She let with a loud moan and thrust forward to meet me with equal force. 

A look of wild passion. Contorting grimaces and screaming smiles rapidly flashes across her face. She is looking at me constantly until I engage her in a passionate kiss just as she is having her second major orgasm. Sweetie nearly vacuums my insides out as the thunderbolt strikes. "Oh! .. oh! .. Daddy .. so .. oh god! So wonderful .. please Daddy .. deeper .. please .... oh." Then she freezes rigid, vibrating slightly, holding her breath. My cock suddenly blows its wad big time and I am involuntarily jerking in her adding to her vibrations. I sigh deeply as I am spent. She lets with a big exhale and collapses. 

"Sweetie .... Daddy loves you as his lover now and not just his daughter." She knew we would talk it over soon .. not now. Sweetie falls asleep in my arms and I succumb to sleep soon after.

5

I awake with her sucking on my cock again. Reaching down and around her I grab her by the thigh, pulling her around. She is not letting go of my cock, sucking he with a mission. Soon her thighs are spread over my shoulders and my face is deep into her muff. She moans loudly muffled by my cock in her mouth as my tongue parts her labia once again. We quickly bring each other to orgasm and don't let go until I/she is sucked dry.

Laying back in the fur again, side-by-side ... "Daddy .. you're so bad." 

"I know sweetie and it's all your fault .. flaunting your gorgeous fur clad body around me. You knew it would get Daddy excited!" 

"Yeah .. I'm bad too .. and I loved doing that to you .. it made me wet doing it ... you knew you loved it. Did you like me fondling my pussy at breakfast the other morning? ... Ain't it nice being soooo bad?"

"You little wench ... so you really have been planning this?" 

"Oh yes Daddy and I love you as my lover too. I always want to please you and have you in me."

We lazily fondle each other with the furs slowly ramping up our excitement. My advantage, as I have been fondling with the Sable. Sweetie is soon far beyond 'reason', her whole body in motion once again. I flip her over and thrust full and hard between her butt cheeks and labia to my balls buried in her soft muff straddling her thighs from behind. She moans loudly and has an instant orgasm, vibrating and twisting around my cock. She's like a fish on a hook. I control not ejaculating. 

She calms and as she does I begin sliding smoothly in and out. Her body takes on a life of its own again as it meets stroke with counter stroke, grunting and moaning, squirming and writhing in the furs. We are in a rhythm as I feel her reaching closer and closer to another orgasm. I want this one to be together like last night. That was a new experience for me as well. I have sweetie smothered in Sable, Lynx and Fox of several types. We are both in fur heaven. The orgasm rushes up on us both. We nearly rip each other apart in our passion. This is a violent orgasm unlike the previous ones.

She flips over face-to-face with her hands gripping my butt pulling me back into her with a powerful jerk. I am sill totally stiff. She is doing almost all the 'work' of pumping me into her at first. She wants me, my cock badly, insatiable and I am more than willing to give my sweetie any and all she wants. It is an eternity of heavenly fucking bliss. We give all we have and we both want to give more. Total collapse in the furs for us both. 

As we are laying on our backs, looking up at the ceiling ... "Daddy ....... can we be together forever?" ........ I'm stunned with the obvious .. speechless ... 

"Sweetie .. I'll do anything you wish. I have really only loved you .. I mean truly loved." 

"I know Daddy .. I've always 'wanted' you, to always be with you, even before I knew about sex. Once I found out about sex I wanted it to be with you, always and only with you. Daddy's little girl forever." 

"I didn't really know 'till I gave you your Sable and then it rushed in on me like I always knew it. You do know you are now a grown woman?"

"I was terrified you would not take me as your lover and thrust me out into the world ... and yes I know but it doesn't mean I can't have you and still think that I am your little girl?" 

"Certainly not sweetie."

The next thing I know she is on top of me, straddling and rubbing my cock with her labia. It is almost instantly rigid .. having pushed its own way up in her. She begins a forward and back rocking motion which soon has me in yet another state of ecstasy ... approaching ejaculation once again. Though I've spent my fluids a number of times over the last 12 it seems I have one last load for my sweetie. 

"Oh yes Daddy .. pump me full again .. I want your seed .. oh fuck me hard." She takes my last, for awhile anyway. 

We laid back in the furs once again for an hour or so not saying very much but stroking or fondling the other, nuzzling and cuddling. 

Finally rolling out of bed we head for the shower .. together. I thought I was spent. In the shower I discovered not.

Barely dressing ... sweetie nude in her beaver robe and me in a pair of shorts ... I cooked breakfast, well brunch at best .. it was 2 in the afternoon. As we sat eating sweetie has her legs spread wide in full display. While eating with one hand she is rubbing the soft Beaver fur up and down her sweet beaver in full display to me ... she looks up at me ... "Daddy likes this .. yes?"

My bone betrays me despite finally being truly spent. It now is throbbing with an exquisite ache as it has slipped through the slit in my shorts in full display. What a tranquil domestic scene. Sweetie reaches over and touches it lightly on the tip and it jumps straight out stiff. 

"I thought you were finished for the day?" 

"I think it is an empty gun." 

"You know why I always wore really short skirts and sleeveless short tops to the fur saloon Daddy?" 

"Not really but I bet you had a scheme. Come to think of it you wore those every time after the first trip."

"It gave me maximum bare skin for the furs. I would get excited .. so excited that by puberty I stopped wearing panties as well. More than once I diddled myself while wrapped in some of those wonderful furs. A few times in the past few years I had a few small orgasm. See Daddy I learned a lot from you."

"So for you fur has been sexual for some time?"

"Especially after the time when I was coming to get in bed with you one night and saw you masturbating in your furs. I rushed back to my room in such an agitated state I had my first orgasm. I tore off my PJ's and when I hit my Fox spread with my open crotch I flew into a 'fit', I called it at the time. I then proceeded to fur fondle myself into as many 'fits' as I possibly could."

Sweetie and I finish eating and as we are finishing clearing the dishes I reach over to her back and rub her nude body through he fur with the fur. In no time she is in my arms and hers around me inside her robe, our bodies pressed together, locked in a sweet and lingering kiss as I continue more fur fondling of her. 

As I nuzzle in her hair, still in our soft embrace .. "Daddy ... I have always loved your attention and affection of me and dreamed of this moment when we could kiss, feel your body against mine and love when we wished without bounds. I want to be your true and full partner in life."

"Sweetie .... you always have been ... you always will be. The difference now is there are no boundaries between us. I will always love and care for you. You know the age difference will always be the same but you will be a 21 year old woman in a few years and I'll be only 37."

"I hadn't thought of that! The Alsop's down the street. She is 23 and he is 39. I wonder when and how they got together? I wouldn't want to be in her shoes though .. he's a real prick ... Daddy ... you won't turn into a prick will you? ... I'm ashamed for asking already. Mom was the 'prick' and you were always nice to her."

Sweetie suggested we go to the Zoo for the rest of the afternoon. Kind of like when she was a little girl. Our time there was much like it was then. Over the next few weeks we did a lot of things like that. It was a kind of good by to her childhood and innocence I think. She didn't say anything about it like that but we never did any of those things quite like that anymore.

After we got home, actually after each of these 'Adventures' as she called them as a child, we made soft, long and sustained love, rewriting our life together.

Julia's room became her study. My bedroom became OUR bedroom complete with a Canadian Golden Sable spread. She also became my life partner ... in every way my wife. 

Julia, I call her Julia more often now, has not only become my partner but in every way, including making love, has surpassed her mother and every other woman I could even imagine ... definitely not father-daughter anymore. 

After two years of local college we moved to a large city since she had enrolled at a university there. I had 'finished' my professional obligations with the firm I had started with and took all my benefits, stock options, etc. I either reinvested local investments or transferred them. There was no family or other reasons to stay. After selling the house we moved to our new life together. 

FINI



Julie



My sister Julie was staying with us for a couple of weeks. She is a sales manager for a large software company and was supervising an upgrade for a major bank in our town. Julie is 35, tall, blonde and very outgoing. She's been married and divorced three times and always seems to be dating a new guy. My wife, Julie's younger sister by 6 years, is just the opposite. Lori is quiet and shy, and never dated much when she was younger. In fact, she was a virgin when we got married. Lori has a sweet, good-natured outlook and is perfectly suited to her job as a first grade teacher.

On Tuesday of Julie's second week in town, I got off early from work. I'm in construction and one of our jobsites got closed down by a safety inspector. I went home to get some lunch. Lori was at school until 5:00 and we usually didn't see Julie before 7:00. It was a hot spring day that is so typical of Phoenix. I decided to take a dip in the pool before lunch. Since our backyard has complete privacy, and the girls wouldn't be home for several hours, I didn't bother to put on a swim suit.

I dove straight in and enjoyed the shock of the cold water. Since it was early spring we hadn't turned on the pool heater yet. I swam a few laps and just relaxed for a while. I noticed that the cold water had given me a major case of shrinkage. I'm not large to begin with, but now I was getting into baby-size range. I floated around for a few more minutes and was just about to get out of the pool when I heard the back door slam shut.

I looked up and was startled to see Julie walking toward the edge of the pool. She was dressed in a dark business suit and high heels, and had a huge grin on her face.

"I just stopped by to pick up some documentation that I forgot this morning," she said. "And to my surprise I find my handsome brother skinny dipping in the backyard. How's the water?"

"Very cold," I replied. "I was about to get out."

"Well, don't let me stop you," Julie said as she sat down in one our deck chairs. "I've always wondered what sort of man my little sister had married. I've asked Lori but she won't say. Come on and get out. I'm sure a muscular guy like you has nothing to hide."

I hesitated for a moment as I thought about my options. I knew if Julie got a look at my now shrunken genitals I would be teased unmercifully for the next few days. My wife had never said a word about my size, but I was sure a woman like Julie would not be impressed. I decided to make a run for the house, hoping that Julie couldn't see much.

I quickly got out of the pool and ran to the back door. It was locked. Then I looked for my clothes and the towel that I had left on the table. They were gone. Julie had thrown my clothes into the house and locked the door.

"Looking for this?" Julie asked as she waved my towel at me. "Come on over and dry off. Don't be shy. I've seen plenty of naked boys." 

I realized I had no choice and slowly walked over to where Julie was sitting. As I got closer, Julie's smile turned into laughter. Thanks to the cold water, my penis was less than an inch long and my balls had retracted into my body.

By the time I stood next to Julie's chair she was laughing so hard she couldn't speak. After a few seconds Julie calmed down and said I reminded her of some baby sitting jobs she had in high school. 

"I sure hope that thing gets a lot bigger," Julie said. "I'd hate to think my sister married a guy with a teenie weenie. How big are you when it's hard?"

"I guess I'm about average," I lied. I'd measured myself many times and knew I was only 4 inches.

"Well, I've seen a lot of cocks," Julie laughed, "and belive me, you don't look average." She motioned me to stand closer and reached up with her right hand. With just her thumb and forefinger she began to stroke my tiny prick. Her expert touch soon had me beginning to get hard in spite of my humiliation. A few more seconds and I was at full mast.

"Is that it?" Julie chuckled. "A thin four incher. My poor sister. Maybe I should introduce her to a couple of my ex's who are on the other side of average. I hope you're good at oral."

Julie continued to massage my swollen cock and I soon felt an orgasm starting. A few more strokes from her beautiful fingers and I shot a load of cum all over the pool deck. "Very impressive for such a small dick," Julie said as she removed her hand from my shaft.

"Well stud, clean yourself up," Julie said as she handed me my towel. "I've got to get back to work. See you tonight." 

She smiled and gave me a little pat on my naked ass. Then she got up and unlocked the door. As she went into the house she laughed and waved her little finger at me. I soon heard her car start up as she headed back to the bank.

After I calmed down I cleaned up my mess and went into the house to take a shower. By the time Lori got home from school I was able to act as though nothing had happened. We ate dinner and then sat down to watch a movie on TV. Julie didn't get home until almost 8:00. Much to my relief she said nothing about our experience by the pool. In fact she said nothing about it for the rest of her stay.

Julie left for home on the following Sunday. Up to that point she acted as though nothing had changed between us. But when she kissed me goodbye, she whispered something in my ear. "Be nice to my sister, little fella," she said. "See you next month. Maybe we can go for a swim." With a grin she was out the door and on her way back to Las Vegas. I get a boner just thinking about her next visit.