3 comments/ 8686 views/ 7 favorites Long Hair By: pearlescent His hair was long - past the shoulders long; the kind of hair that you'd have to be pretty confident to grow, if you were a man. Normally, it was tied back in a pony tail (I know – a pony tail) but when he occasionally shook it out, I had the distinct urge to reach out and stroke it or tangle my fingers in it, like it was some kind of animal's mane. Dan had started work at the bar earlier that summer: he'd moved to London from Hicksville, Somewhere, and was already lording it around the bar and its inhabitants like only a small town attention-seeker can. He was an incorrigible flirt even though he had a girlfriend, to whom I heard him talking to on the phone from time to time, and he always looked at me with a strange mixture of puppyish excitement and puzzled condescension, as though he couldn't work out whether he wanted to push me up against the store-room wall and fuck me, or pat me on the shoulder and say, "Good girl." Speaking of confused, I couldn't quite work him out either. Although he could be a macho dickhead and often rubbed people up the wrong way with his outspoken and ill-thought-through comments, you could kind of tell that at he had a heart of gold beating beneath that bronzed skin of his. And, when he stopped trying to entertain the crowd and turned that 100-watt smile on you, you couldn't help falling a little bit in love with the bastard. I was cooking dinner at home on my day off when my phone beeped. "Thanks for sorting out the shifts, gorgeous. Oxx." Such a stupid thing. I read it and smirked to myself. What a flatterer. But at the same time, I felt a twinge of lust. For a tiny moment, a split second, I imagined kissing him, imagined sliding a hand over his solid, muscled body. ---- Later that week I was prepping the bar for another Friday night. I'd sprayed on some new perfume that afternoon, in an attempt to counteract the smell of booze and cigarette smoke that would become the inevitable fragrance of my night. In the stale before-hours air of the bar, I felt as fresh as a daisy. But I knew, come 3am, that daisy would be wilted, slightly stained and possibly trodden beneath the foot of some oafish man. As I considered, slightly regretfully, my current choice of career, I heard the door from the back rooms swing open behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Dan walking in. I turned back to face the bar, continuing to slice the lemons, and in a second he was behind me, hands on my waist. He sniffed my neck. "New perfume, hey babe?" he breathed into my ear and the skin along my spine shivered involuntarily. I carried on chopping, trying to regain my composure, as he carried on past me and started unloading glasses from the washer. I felt like I was hypersensitive to his presence, listening to his movements behind me, and rolled my eyes at my own susceptibility. Babe? FFS. "Man I'm tired – didn't get home 'til after the cock crowed if you catch my drift. Had to have two espressos to even get my eyelids fully open. It's gonna be Red Bull all the way tonight," he called, and I glanced at him over my shoulder, eyebrow raised. His dark eyes were twinkling despite his supposed tiredness, and he grinned wolfishly at me as though he was fully ready for round two of whatever he'd had last night. Jackson, one of the other barmen on that night, rolled his eyes. "Fucken' typical," he muttered, taking care not to let Dan hear. As he said that, the first group of customers walked through the door. I looked up at the clock. 8pm. It was going to be a long night. ---- "It's freezing out there – d'you wanna lift?" Dan asked, leather clad, helmet in hand. It was 2am, I was knackered and sticky, and I was still clearing up. I looked up from wiping the last table and clocked the solid dark mass of him, from his broad, leather-ridged shoulders down to his heavy metal rimmed boots, standing so insouciantly there. "Ummm, ok. Thanks," I muttered back, catching his gaze for a second and then glancing away. He stood there humming as I ran to the back room and grabbed my things. Outside, in the yard, he mounted the bike and reached into the box for a spare helmet, which he passed to me. I gingerly lifted my leg and got onto the bike behind him. "Hold on," he said, "Wrap your arms round me." I shifted up so I was pressing into his back and my arms were around him. I was glad that the helmet was now masking my cheeks as I could feel them starting to burn. In spite of myself, I thought of another time and reason why my legs would be parted around him, my breasts pressed up against him. Jeez. I was grateful that girls don't have any obvious signs of horniness. My hard nipples and dampening knickers were safely hidden and there was no need for Dan to ever know what he was unwittingly doing to my body. He revved the engine and we roared off through the streets, slick and shiny with recent rain. What a ride. I wrapped my arms around him and leaned in closer, my chin nudging his shoulder, my thighs tight against his hips. If he'd looked at me in the rear-view he'd have seen my exhilarated smile, but he kept his eyes trained on the road ahead of him. He dropped me off outside my flat, and I ran inside, heart pounding. I walked straight to my bedroom and leaned against the wall. Sliding my hand down inside my silky knickers and jeans I could feel how wet I was already. I slid my forefinger and middle finger through the juices and started to circle my clit, still listening to the engine thrumming outside my bedroom window as I pictured him stripping out of those heavy leathers, leaning over me. I was on a strange high – my breath coming in gasps, my groin throbbing, fingers moving faster and faster until I came, imagining his cock driving into me, glistening with moisture. Laughing to myself, fingers still splayed over my spasming pussy, I swore under my breath. God I wanted to fuck him. And God I knew I was a stupid gullible idiot for it. ---- The next few weeks were full of the ridiculous dance that two people who have the hots for each other do, if one or both of them are kind of in denial. Dan would tease me, thwack me on the bum with a towel, sniff me in an oddly animalistic way under the guise of admiring my hair products, moisturiser or perfume, and smirk at me whilst he flirted with the other barmaids and/or members of the general public. And I would roll my eyes at him, frown at his corny lines, and find too many pretexts to hit him, push him or grab him as he went by. After work I'd go home, humming with pent-up sexual energy and too wired to sleep. I felt like I was constantly switched on – my body alert to his, my pussy starting to pulse and slide against itself as I moved. I'd start to think about Dan: the curve of his biceps; the vein pulsing at this side of his tanned neck; the dark swirls of hair on his forearms; the musky-sweaty smell of him at the end of the night; the way his back curved out to his round bum. And then I'd start to touch myself. My nipples would already be standing to attention; I'd pull down my bra cups to tease them, feeling the softness against the rough lacy texture of the bra. Sometimes I wouldn't even need to reach under my bed for my silver vibrator; I'd be so jacked up I'd come after a minute or two stroking myself, and then I could sleep. It was coming up to Jackson's leaving do and I was carefully not thinking about the possibility of spending some off-duty time with Dan. Up 'til then all my fantasies would be purely that - locked up safely in my brain. But after-hours, I knew from experience that things could change in a second. ---- The night of Jackson's party, we all made copious use of the free bar facilities, and of course people started to cast aside their inhibitions (and that was only if they had them in the first place). Dan was always trying to initiate debauchery; lead us down the dark path like a lecherous, drunken Pied Piper. And, goddamn-it, there was definitely a part of me that wanted to be led astray. Sitting on a leather banquette in a corner of the bar, he had let out his hair for once and the mane was free. I bumped up closer to him along the seat, reached out and pushed my fingers into the soft curls, smiling up at him, playing with the strands. "You know, you've got the softest hair." His arm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. He leaned in and spoke into my ear. "And you've got a great little figure..." As his hand met the bare skin at my waist it was as if I could feel every nerve ending firing up under his fingers. A jolt of lust flashed its way down into my groin. Damn Dan and damn his stupid lines. Why was I so attracted to him despite it all? ---- "THREE...TWO...ONE...DOWN IT!" Dan roared, the rhythm of glasses thumping against wood filling my ears as I tipped the fiery liquid into my mouth. It burned against my tongue and ran a trail of warmth down my throat and into my belly. I scrunched up my eyes against the strength of it and when I opened them Dan was laughing at me, slapping his hand against his denim-clad thigh in mirth, his white, white teeth gleaming. I stopped smiling and glared at him. "What?" he asked mock-sincerely. I glared again. "Come on Sash, you know that looked hilarious. Like Mary Poppins with her first taste of moonshine." He gazed at me, pouting his bottom lip, and I couldn't help laughing too. "Ok, ok," I relented, "I can't believe you got me to drink that rancid stuff!" "There's a lot more I could get you to do if I put my mind to it," Dan replied, his voice soft and low. I looked across at him and his eyes locked onto mine. I felt his look of determination and lust physically, like a lightning strike running all the way down through me. Like a punch in the stomach. Like a challenge being laid down. I turned towards him, and basically lost the power of speech. All my smart-aleck replies died on my tongue. All my reasons to resist him were drowned in an avalanche of lust. He looked into my eyes as he spoke again, barely above a whisper. "I'm gonna get another bottle of Sambuca from the back room. You coming with?" It was less a question than a statement: he knew as well as I did that I would follow him. As the swing door closed behind us, Dan turned and grabbed my hips with both hands, manoeuvring me so my back was against the cupboards. I looked into his eyes again and they were dark and inscrutable. His face was suddenly serious. "I've wanted to do this for a long time now," he said huskily. Then he leaned in, running his fingers down the side of my face and across my lips, and kissed me. Oh God, I knew he'd be a good kisser. I guess he'd had enough practice. His lips were soft and he was just aggressive enough. His tongue darted in and met mine, and a surge of feeling flew through me, like I was on fire. I was desperate for more of him, more kisses, more skin. I pulled away, panting, and then kissed my way down his golden brown neck, which tasted slightly salty on my tongue. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing under my lips. So gorgeous. Dan's hands were roaming over my bum and he was pushing me back against the cupboards, pressing his body against me. I could feel the lump of his erection hard against me, as he started to grab my skirt, pulling it up at the back. I could feel his hands sweeping over my bare skin, but as his hands ran up and met the waistband of my dress, they stopped. He pulled back and looked at me, curious, and raised an eyebrow. "You are a bad girl Sasha. It's almost like you wanted this." I gazed at him and smiled, enjoying his surprise. "Fuck, Dan. You chase me around the tables for months on end but leave me hanging– what's a girl supposed to do but show up in a sexy dress and no knickers?" I replied, smirking. At that he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. His hands grabbed my bum tighter and pulled my hips towards his, grinding me against him. A low growl erupted from his throat and I shivered. Skimming his hands up my arms, he reached my shoulder-straps and pulled them down roughly. I arched my back as my breasts were exposed to the cool air, my nipples twisting into stiff, sensitive buds. I held my breath as he dipped his head down and circled my left areola with his tongue. Ohhh, it felt so good, strokes of pleasure zipping through my whole body, right down to my toes. I held his head against me, pushing my fingers into his hair, and he sucked on me, nipping and licking like he wanted to devour me. I spread my legs a little more and his hand crept downwards, palm skimming over the surface. His fingers slid straight into the slit, smoothing over the lips, his forefinger searching out and nudging my swollen clit. "Jeez you are so hot for this Sash, aren't you? You're so wet and juicy for me, I knew you would be..." he whispered into my ear, and all I could do was moan whilst his fingers busied themselves, pressing me, sliding over and over and over until I thought I would come right then and there. Finally I found my voice. I grabbed his face with both hands and his gaze met mine. "And you're just hating every moment, aren't you, Dan-the-man, although this is a bit of a give-away." I reached down and rubbed my hand over his groin. I felt his dick throb behind the confines of his jeans. Neither of us could stop. Neither of us cared that anyone could walk through the store cupboard door at any moment. It was just too good to be together finally, getting our hands on each other. But then, of course, someone did walk through the door. Jackson. I hoped that all he saw was Dan's back and my head, thrown back in ecstasy. He may, of course, have seen more, but to be honest I was never going to ask. Either way, he whistled. "Woah...excuse me lovers!" Then he swiftly backed out, leaving the door swinging. For some reason that seemed to change the mood. Reality had intervened. We straightened ourselves up: me pulling up my straps; smoothing down my dress, reflexively touching my face where I could feel the burn of his stubble; him buttoning up; tucking in; pulling his hair back. My pussy was throbbing. He put his fingers, covered in my juices, to his mouth and licked each of them in turn. "You taste amazing. Don't go thinking that's the last of it. Definitely to... be... continued." He winked at me as he swung out of the room. Boom: the cocky bastard was back. I finished pulling my dress back into place and, checking the coast was clear, walked to the ladies'. By the time I came out, everyone was clearing out of the bar – swaying between the tables, leaning over to grab their jackets, chatting in that, "Do-we-really-have-to-leave," way which means that goodbye always lasts at least half an hour. I stood there awkwardly, checking my phone and wondering if I should head for the night bus and look like I was still running the show, or hang around on the off-chance that he meant what he said and was up for more. My phone beeped. "Had to call it a night. Duty calls. OXO." I sighed and decided not to reply. If there was going to be more, it certainly wasn't going to be tonight. ---- That weekend was a bright and sunny one, with azure blue skies and the heat of the blazing sun rising off the pavements. I had that nagging feeling that only the English summer can give you: seize the day or regret it tomorrow, when the heavens open. It was picnic time. I picked up my phone and saw it was my voicemail. Dan's voice, whispering. "Hey Sash, I'm outside. Didn't want to beep you in case your neighbours were in. You coming?" My stomach flipped a little and I grabbed my bag, raced downstairs. After a long, lazy picnic in the park with Jackson and Sara, his new (and very affectionate) girlfriend, I was even more worked up than I usually was when having spent time with Dan. Jackson and Sara had spent most of the time snogging, pressing themselves together on the picnic blanket and generally being obviously in love. I lay there, surreptitiously glancing at their antics from behind my sunglasses and trying to see if Dan was feeling the heat too. So, when Dan asked if I wanted a lift home as well, of course I accepted his offer. The sky was aglow with streaks of pink, purple and red, and as we got back on the scooter, he spoke. "My place has an amazing view – the sunset'll look bloody fantastic from there. You wanna join me for one last drink there?" Ok. A drink. We all knew what that meant: time for round two. Butterflies of excitement skittered around inside my tummy as I walked beside him. A few seconds later, we were on the scooter, speeding through the sunset, the glow of the sky lighting up every street. I was dishevelled, stirred up. I could feel the heat emanating from his sun-warmed body and as I leant in, I could smell the delectable spicy scent of him. I could not wait to peel him out of those clothes and finally get naked with him. His words from our store-room entanglement echoed in my head as we slowed to a block of flats: his place. He kicked out the stand and as I slid off the seat, he took my hand, leading me towards the door. Inside the flat he took my helmet and set it on the sideboard. He stood there in his leather jacket looking at me, his eyes dark and serious. Looking back at him, I fumbled for the right words. "I think-" I began, and then tailed off. "You think too much, Sasha. Get naked." It was a command, growled. What was I to do but obey? I peeled off my jacket, pulled my dress up over my head and, with another glance and another nod, unclipped my bra and pushed down my silky knickers so I was standing there naked, my skin buzzing, nipples standing to attention. He still stood there, eyes roaming over me, a smile playing across his face. He walked across to me and reached out, placing his tanned brown hand against the creamy whiteness of my breast. Before I could think any more his mouth was against my neck, his hand was pushing my legs apart and his thick finger was pushing through the puffy, swollen lips, meeting no resistance as I was already sopping wet, his thumb pressing against my clit. I felt his fingers exploring the wet folds, searching me out, and I leaned against him to increase the sensation, letting out an involuntary moan which made him press himself against me harder. Pushing him back, I undid his shirt, ran my hands over his chest. My fingers pulled at his fly, the pop of each button marking the moment. As he kicked off his jeans I knelt down in front of him and pulled on the waistband of his boxers, freeing his cock, which was straining upwards, rigid, hot, shining at the tip. Just seeing it made my pussy convulse again, imagining him inside me, how good it would feel. He ran his hands through my hair as I knelt and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, opened my mouth wide to suck him. He grasped the loose strands of my hair into a ponytail in his fist, pulling and pushing my head as his cock slid back and forward in my mouth, over my tongue. I loved the feeling of him controlling me, directing my movements, and looked up to see him gazing down at me, slack-jawed with pleasure as he fucked my mouth. After a few minutes Dan pulled me up and kissed me again, harder this time, and he guided me to the bedroom. He pushed me down onto the foot of the bed and I scooted up, towards the pillow. Advancing towards me, he laid me back and ran his hands over me, my shoulders, breasts, my belly, and over my mound, his thumbs gliding over my inner thighs, pushing them apart. He dipped his head and kissed me just below my hipbone, and then looked up, the corner of his mouth creasing into a smile. "You're thinking again, Sash. Stop. You know you're going to enjoy this." He leant down and pulled my lips open, concentrating as though he was splitting a ripe peach, careful not to bruise the flesh. A second later I felt the smallest tip of his tongue touch me, just at the very top where my lips start to pout out of the crease, and then slip slowly down into the slit. I exhaled, slowly, savouring the feeling of his mouth on me. Long Hair & Lace Panties The name's Michael. I'm an Irish boy from nowhere in particular, and the bright-red ponytail I wear is more than enough proof of that. I dress well enough when I need to; my work wardrobe usually consists of black wingtips, tight-fitting black slacks that are a little loose around the knees to allow for bending, and a dark solid button-down. I'm a relatively fit guy; I bike to work every morning and jog in the evenings. I'm not what you'd call "buff" but I get the occasional look from the ladies in my totally unprofessional ragged jeans, faded t-shirt, and worn-comfortable sneakers on my days off. My green eyes probably don't hurt my chances at getting a date, either. I work for a proofreading firm that takes in about fifty thousand documents a day; there are eighty-two of us altogether, including three editors-in-chief and a managing editor. This story's about the managing editor. My job has always been as a personal assistant to the managing editor, a lovely dame named Collette. She's got sharp, strong features but curves like you wouldn't believe. Her soft, chocolate-brown hair always hangs straight to the sides and curves just under her chin; she's got these gorgeous blue eyes you could just get lost in; and she's a little pale but attractively so. She doesn't wear much make-up, thankfully; she just throws on some violet eye shadow and red lipstick - the kind that doesn't smear, fade, or come off when you kiss your lover - and dons a pair of dolphin or panda earrings. It's always the same with her: dolphins or pandas. Her black button-down is always neatly tucked into her knee-length, wine-colored pencil skirt; she always has black stockings; and she always wears dark-red heels to match her skirt, although they're not the stiletto kind. No woman in her right mind would wear stilettos. Of course, there's just one little thing that a few people around the office have noticed that's out of the ordinary about Collette. She's a he. See, that's the thing about our company: it's very open to the LGBT community. Collette had her name legally changed a few years ago but she's never had the surgery; I guess she likes it that way. She has had all of the hair on her body (other than her head) professionally removed, though, so the only indication that she's a he is her strong features; she had her Adam's apple removed a while back. She has this cute voice, too; it's a little deep but very feminine. It's natural, oddly enough, whereas a lot of people will have their vocal cords altered if they want a feminine voice. Oh, and that's the other thing about me: y'know all those ladies I mentioned getting sultry looks from on occasion? Well, I've never dated a woman. That is, I've never dated a biologically accurate woman. See, that wouldn't work for me because I'm gay. The office certainly doesn't mind, and most of the people around here don't ask or tell. It's not that we have a rule about it; it's just that most people don't care. One of the first things you're asked when you're hired is if you have a problem with the LGBT community - not if you're for or against gay marriage or anything like that but just if you're okay working with people that probably don't date people of the opposite sex. It's just to make sure that there aren't a lot of problems in or out of the workplace. So back to Collette, you're probably wondering how I know so much about her. Well, the answer to that is a long story. I hope you're relaxing because it's a very sensual story, and I'd hate for you to get all tensed up when you're tense enough already - unless that's how you relax. In that case, proceed. Are you relaxing? Good. Then sit back, read on, and enjoy. When I first became involved with Collette, I had just turned thirty a week before. It had hit me long before my birthday that I was old now. Oh, it wasn't that I was eighty-something and had a multitude of medical problems that I knew were all going to kill me in a short while. It was that I couldn't be considered a kid anymore. I'd always been "the kid" to everybody around the office, in my family, and among my friends. My friends still call me that from time to time but it's all in good fun. Death doesn't scare me; even getting older doesn't scare me. What scares me is getting [i]old[/i], and the prospect of actually dying - as well as what lies on the other side - scares me even more. So I wasn't exactly feeling peachy now that I had leapt the first true hurdle of adulthood. When I went to work that fateful Monday morning at nine o' clock, things all seemed relatively normal. We'd had an extremely mild winter, which was weird, and it was a little drizzly. It was cold. But other than that, it wasn't a bad-looking day. The sun might even come out later, according to the weather man. I clocked in, headed to my office, and said hello to a couple of people on the way over there. I yawned at least twice, although nine isn't frightfully early. You know how it is, though: you go out with your buddies, you have some drinks, you stay up a little late, and then you go to work a little tired the next morning. Anyway, I also did my usual eyeballing of Collette's beautiful, shapely ass when I walked by her office; it's right next to mine and she NEVER has the door closed. I hung up my coat and hat in my own office, checked my e-mail, and headed next door to begin the day. It was at around ten-thirty that I started to notice certain things about Collette. First, she didn't seem to be very happy herself. In fact, she seemed a little weary - not tired, mind, but mentally or emotionally weary. We talked for a few minutes; I got her to open up and found out that her sister was getting a tumor removed from her right leg. Apparently, she'd had it for a while but hated doctors; now, she had no choice but to remove it. It was apparently difficult to remove but Collette had referred her to a tumor specialist; he was really good. Collette was still worried, though, because even the best doctors stood a chance of leaving part of it behind. You just couldn't plan for everything. The second thing I noticed was that Collette's ring finger no longer held the sterling silver wedding band she always wore. It turned out that she had just finalized a divorce initiated by her husband of five years; supposedly, he was actually bisexual - not gay, as he had told Collette when they got married - and had been cheating on Collette with some blonde bimbo from the south side of town (a very poor area whose most outstanding feature was its red light district) for about six months. Needless to say, Collette wasn't not a happy boss. I told her I'd take her out for drinks after work if she wanted, and she said she'd enjoy that. Then we got back to work. My lunch break came at twelve-thirty, and I always head out to the Arby's nearby. I absolutely love roast beef sandwiches. I offered to bring Collette something but she opted to take an early lunch instead (hers is at one). We ended up taking an hour for lunch instead of our usual half-hour, which meant we'd both be working an extra half-hour tonight; we didn't mind, though. We sat and talked and ate for the majority of that hour, and we really enjoyed one another's company. At one point, I started flirting with Collette without even realizing it; she didn't seem to mind, though, and went right along with it. She seemed to be into me, and I'd been into her since I'd started the job six years prior. I'd gotten an Associate's in General Writing, which included proofreading and elective languages (Spanish, Japanese, and Russian in my case), and gone on to get a Master's in English Literature before coming to work for Collette. She's three years older than me and started as an editor; she was promoted to editor-in-chief (one of three) after three years on the job, which was when I came to work for her as an assistant. After three more years, she had been promoted to managerial editor and I was retained as her personal assistant since she hated having to train someone new. When we got back to the office, Collette told me that she'd enjoyed our lunch (she had insisted on paying for it all) and that she'd love to do it again tomorrow. She rescheduled her lunch hour specifically for that reason. At around three-thirty that afternoon, she called me into her office and asked for some documents. I gave them to her and we looked over them together. Then we talked for a few minutes on a more personal level; she asked me if I was dating anyone. I wasn't. She passed it off as not wanting to take up anyone else's time by having drinks with me after work but it was kind of an obvious ploy. I think at this point she was particularly vulnerable, considering everything that was going on in her life. At the end of the day is when things got interesting. Everyone else was gone, except for a few people doing server and physical maintenance. Collette and I were the only ones doing any real work, and we were trying to use the time to get ahead of a few things so that we wouldn't have as much work the following day. When all was said and done, Collette closed the door so that we could talk without being disturbed by Clayton, a guy who likes to overhear everything and spread as much gossip as possible. When she's preparing to leave work, Collette always closes the blinds so that no one can see in her office. When she closes the door, it's usually to discuss a managerial subject; it's rather common so Clayton probably wasn't too worried about it. At least, that's what I thought. I had no idea what was about to happen, nor did I know what Clayton would be doing just outside the door while Collette and I were...well, I'll just tell you what happened. Now remember: Collette was rather vulnerable but she's the boss. She was sitting on the edge of her desk and I was standing before her. We were talking quietly so that Clayton wouldn't overhear any juicy gossip that he might be able to spread. At one point, we somehow ended up talking about Collette's love life. I had never had much of a love life, though I wasn't exactly inexperienced when it came to romance. I'd had two boyfriends in my life; the first, when I was fifteen, had been all about the sex. He'd been my first. Todd had been all right but looking back on it, he hadn't been great. Then again, we were both teenagers. The second, when I was getting my Masters, was James. James was all about the romance but we'd gotten into bed a few times. He was pretty good. I'm still not sure exactly how it all played out; I was kind of in a daze by the time we were finished. I think, if I remember right, we were talking about who was and who wasn't a good kisser and ended up deciding to try our own hand at it. Collette's lips were soft and lush, and her skin was smooth and a little warm to the touch. She seemed to enjoy my own lips and the shaved body that she had drawn close to her. The more I kissed this beautiful crossdresser, the less I could resist the tantalizing taste of her teasing tongue. I sucked on that tongue for a full ten minutes, and she returned the favor with gusto. Soon, my hands were roaming down Collette's body in a very slow and exploratory fashion. She was quite physically fit herself, it seemed. She stood to let me run my fingers across her ass, and I dug them in for a nice squeeze. It only made her kiss me more passionately. Our bodies were almost entwined now, so close were we to one another. She put her arms around my neck as I started massaging her firm cheeks, our lips locked in an endless struggle for erotic supremacy. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. My hands returned to her blouse, and I started undoing the buttons one by one. When I got near the bottom, I had to pull her blouse up out of her skirt to undo the last two buttons. I ran my fingers down Collette's soft chest and firm stomach; I could tell she did crunches regularly but hadn't worked her pecs much. I didn't care. We caught our breath when I broke the kiss, and I put my lips to her shoulder as I slid the dark-blue silk away from it. She tasted wonderful, like a delicacy whose flavor I couldn't quite place. I kissed my way down to Collette's right pec as she leaned back against the desk once more and ran my tongue slowly around her nipple. Finally, I teased it a little before sucking on the tiny thing. I paid my boss' other nipple no less homage, and then I kissed my way down her masculine stomach. Her belly button was an outie and I flicked it a few times with my tongue just to get a giggle out of her. Then I was sliding her maroon skirt up her legs. I ran my hand up under there and felt the Holy Grail hiding beneath lace panties, which I soon discovered were as blue as the Arctic Ocean. When I pulled them down a little, I saw the most beautiful cock I had ever laid eyes on. It was half-hard and already six inches long. How she managed to hide it, even beneath her skirt, was beyond me. I ran my tongue across her smooth sac and took one ball into my mouth. I sucked on it for a while, listening to Collette's breathing change. Then I switched to the other ball, and I ran my hands up her body as I took it into my mouth. My nails dragged across her skin, leaving marks behind as I dropped her sac. My tongue ran up the shaft of the now fully-hard cock before me. I did not immediately wrap my lips around it, though. I kissed the shaft and sucked on it a little; I used my teeth on it but only lightly. I heard Collette moan a little, half-grunting in pleasure. Then I ran my tongue up that long, hard shaft once more - until it covered that delicious cock's bulging head. I slid my mouth down over my boss' cock slowly, enticingly, but did not go all the way down on her. I came back up, teasing her as I slid back down once more. Three or four times I did this, and then I finally sank all the way down. I missed about two inches of it but I don't think Collette gave a damn at that point. As my right hand continued to run its fingers and nails along her body, my other hand squeezed and caressed Collette's balls. I pulled up from her cock slowly and just sucked on the head for a few moments. Oh, she was definitely moaning now. Collette put her hand on the back of my head as I went down on her once more. I twisted my head a bit and squeezed her sac before coming back up. She grabbed my ponytail and started holding onto it for dear life. I kissed my way up and down the shaft once more, and then I again started sucking on the head. Collette was caught somewhere between ecstasy and agony. I was teasing her brutally; she was experiencing so much pleasure, yet I kept drawing back just as she was starting to tense up. I went down on her again, one hand squeezing her balls and the other pinching her left nipple. After a while, she couldn't take it anymore; when next I went down on her, she pushed me all the way. I almost gagged but somehow managed to take in the whole thing. I squeezed her balls a little harder than I meant to and practically ripped her nipple off with my fingers. But when I came up, she was just barely holding it in. One long, slow lick of her shaft and head was all it took to make Collette explode. I drank every last drop. Not wanting it to end, she rose up and kissed me passionately once more. Then she got around behind me and started kissing my neck as she undid the buttons of my shirt. She unbuttoned my slacks (I've never worn a belt; I've never needed to) and started massaging my own cock. It wasn't long before all six inches of it were hard as a rock; Collette's was longer than mine but mine had a little more girth to it than hers did. Still, when my slacks dropped and she was pulling down briefs, I wasn't going to complain. She made me bend over the desk and started running her tongue over my balls from behind. My cock she pulled back, making me grunt, but again: I wasn't about to complain. She sucked on my cock a little, which was surprisingly erotic in this position, and then ran her tongue and teeth over my ass for a few minutes. Finally, she slid the tip of her cock between my cheeks. It hurt a little, as such things always do, but there was more pleasure than pain as she slowly buried her shaft in my ass. Then she pulled it out just as slowly, only she left the tip in; she slid it deep into me a second time just as slowly as the first. I could feel her warm, hard shaft inside me as she scraped her own nails down my back. What was it Lady Gaga said in that one song? Oh, yeah: "When it comes to love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun." Well, that perfectly described what we were doing. I'd tried to be gentle but where my marks were temporary, I think Collette's nails actually left some lasting marks behind. But the pleasure and the pain mingled in a confusing jumble that was highly erotic as she slowly filled me with her long, hard love missile. By the time either of us was anywhere near ready to let loose, Collette had me moaning and breathing as though I'd been underwater for way too long. Even better, as her nails dug into my bag, her other hand was stroking my own hard cock. Collette came first, her hot semen filling my insides. I laughed and moaned at how good it felt, and then I started to tighten up as well. Drawing me back to her so that I wouldn't mess up her desk, she made me lean back. Then her hand sent me over the edge, her cock still inside me and the awkward position lining the unbelievable ecstasy with just the slightest twinge of pain. I cried out, unable to contain my joy as she kissed my neck. I shot all over my own chest and stomach; I couldn't help it. I might have wondered what her plan was had my mind not been blown like a fuse by the intensity of my orgasm. When she pulled out, she turned me over and leaned me against the desk. Then Collette's mouth attached itself to my stomach as she cleaned me up. But Collette didn't stop there. She orally massaged my balls for several minutes after she had cleaned me off. Then she was licking and kissing her way up my shaft. Soon, she was going down on me. She wasn't nearly as slow as I was; I think Collette was eager to taste me again. If one were to ask how it was that Collette kept me hard for so long and made me orgasm not once but twice in a very short span of time, I would not have had an answer that I could explain in words. Suffice to say that this half-German, half-Italian beauty made me fully realize just how much I'd been missing since my college lover. Collette's mouth was like a cattle prod as she sucked and licked and kissed my cock. Her lips and tongue had me gripping the edge of her desk with all the strength I could muster. Unlike me, though, she seemed to enjoy deep-throating. She pushed her mouth all the way to my balls and slowly came back, making me jerk about a little. She licked the edge of the tip, making my legs heat up like a fire was raging inside them and my cock tingle. Then she sucked on the head just as I had sucked on hers, and then she went down on me once more. All the while, her hands were drawing nail marks on my chest and stomach as well as squeezing my balls into submission. When I started tensing up again, it was no wonder why. When I let loose a second time, she drank me like she was desperately draining a beer. When I was done, she rose up again and started kissing me. I could taste myself in her mouth, and I'm sure Collette could taste herself in mine. We kissed for a while, just sharing body heat as we caught our breath. We stroked and caressed one another as we kissed, our passion still going even as our bodies started to tell us that they were tired. That had been exhilarating, exhausting, and incredible. Once again, our tongues wrestled. Once again, we stirred each other's passions. After a while, though, we knew we had to get going or people would wonder what the hell was going on in that office. They probably already were. Long Hair & Lace Panties We dressed and got everything ready for the next day. As we were about to leave, Collette and I both heard something just outside the door; it sounded like a zipper. As Collette was straightening her hair and clothes, I peeked out side. There was no one there. Nobody was looking this way so there was no telling what people might or might not have heard. But I closed the door again and kissed Collette again, ignoring the rest of the world. She mentioned drinks, something I'd just about forgotten, and I mumbled a response. Then we shut everything down and left the office. Collette locked up, I made sure my office was locked up, and then we headed out for some much-needed beers. Long Hair, Big Bottom She was everything that a guy would want. Thick thighs, round hips, fat ass, big DDD breasts, and nice toned stomach. Now this doesn't mean she was one of those skinny heffas. Not at all she reps hard for the big girls and men still wanted her. She had a mean walk and the way her dresses clung to her curves would make men break their necks to watch her walk down the street. Little did they know, she had a secret. She loved to not wear any panties or a bra under her clothes. She loved the feeling of the fabric as it ran across her milk chocolate nipples and the way her thighs would rub together and create friction on her clit. She was the type to tempt men when she decided to ride the train. She liked to stand up against men and let her round ass rub against their dicks. She loved the feeling of them grinding deep into her as they traveled from one end of the city to the other. She'll never forget this last train ride the other day though. She was wearing a teal and black wrap dress that was snug in all the right places. Once again she didn't wear any under garments except for her black lace garter belt that hooked to her fishnet thigh highs that led down to her black 4 inch heels. It was unusually warm for this time of the year so she wore her long hair up in a messy bun. The heat from the surrounding passengers caused her to have sweat beads that trickled down her neck. As she was wiping the sweat to be sure to not get any foul odor, she noticed him sitting down a few benches down. He politely moved over and motioned for her to sit down so she rest her feet. They made small talk and she loved how his beautiful eyes watched her body and how his succulent lips moved with each word. She could imagine how good his lips would feel sucking on her hard nipples and erect clit. She got hotter and wetter just thinking about it. She was enjoying the conversation but she wanted to know how much he was packing. So without hesitation she leaned in on him as if to kiss him and reached down and grabbed his dick. She smiled at the width and girth of his member. He looked stunned at first and came to realize what was really on her mind. He whispered in her ear, "So what you gonna do with it now that you have its attention?" She could feel how big and hard it growing in her grasp. She slowly stroked him and licked her lips. "I want you to fuck me from the back and then I want to suck you dry!" His eyes lit and up and offered the idea that she follows him to his place. They hail a cab and before they get in good she is already tearing at his pants. She manages to pull out his dick and marvels at how thick and veiny it is. She immediately took it all the way in. Trying her best to fit every inch in her mouth. He laid his head back enjoyed the throat pussy he was getting from this mystery woman. She was bobbing her head up down all the while massaging his balls. She loved how salty his precum tasted on her tongue and she couldn't wait to taste his nut. He tried to gain control but the power force that she using on him rendered him helpless and he had to take the assault. She moved down to his balls and made sure she paid the same amount of attention to them that she did on his massive cock. She moved back to his cock and continued to suck all with her might. He grabbed her head and pumped upward until he exploded in her warm mouth. She made sure to swallow every drop and smiled at how tasty it was. The cab driver almost ran the curb from being to nosey and watching their mini porno. They paid him and ran up to the guy's apartment. He was already lifting up her dress before she could close the door good. They managed to make it to the couch and he was stunned at the site of her naked body. He firm round breasts giggled ever so lightly and her nipples stood at attention as the cool air hit them. He leaned in to kiss and nibble on one breast as his hands fondled the other. She moaned as he bit playfully and her erect nipple causing it to point higher to the sky. He moved back and forth between the two large mounds trying to keep both nipples rock hard. While he continued to tease her breasts his moved down towards her shaven pussy and found that pink pearl. He continued to feast on her breasts and massaged her clit. Her juices began to flow out and cover his fingers. He lifted up her legs and went straight to work. He dug his face so deep into her honey pot you would think his face let an imprint. He drove his tongue in as deep as it would go and slurped up all her juices. She screamed out in ecstasy as he continued to eat her out making her cum multiple times. She dug her nails into his back and ran her fingers thru his hair. She loved the feeling of his hot, wide tongue on her clit. She bucked one last time before pushing him away and turning around on all fours. He entered her completely and without mercy. Her walls spread wider with every thrust as if it was a fitted glove. He pumped her with intensity making sure to knock the bottom out. She screamed and moaned like a mad woman as he rammed her like a mad man. She squirted her cum all over his couch and it ran down her legs to form a puddle on the floor. He gripped her hips and dug his fingers into her ass cheeks to hold on for dear life. It was like he had a diamond cut dick and she was so gone off how good he was dicking her down. "Oh shit! I'm bout to nut bay turn around and get this nut!" He pulled out of her wet pussy with his dick covered with her cum. He jerked off feverishly until his cock erupted and cum splattered on her breasts and chin. She generously licked up his hot spunk and sucked on him once again to be sure to get every last drop. Yea you can say that was probably the most wild day of her life but honestly...that was the beginning of her first long term relationship. Long Hair "Fuuuuck that feels good Dan," I whimpered, and he responded by pulling me harder onto his mouth, licking and sucking with abandon. A moment later I felt his finger slide inside me as he kept up the assault on my clit. I didn't want to come but it was inevitable: I tried to pull away but he just grabbed my bum and kept going as I tipped over the edge into a body-trembling, hot-as-all-hell orgasm that made me squeal: actually squeal out loud. As the tremors subsided, Dan finally released me from his ministrations and looked up at me proprietarily, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "Did you like that?" he asked smugly, "It sounded like you did." I rolled my eyes and laughed, covering my mouth with my hand. "I don't think I've ever made that noise before so yeah, after careful thought I think I could say it was pretty fucking amazing," I replied. "What's next?" He rolled over to open his bedside drawer, reached inside and waved a condom at me, his dick standing up hard, pulsing. I rolled the condom onto him and knee-walked over the mattress until I was straddling him. As he slid inch by inch into me I exhaled, letting the feeling fill me. He stroked over my hips, his thumbs circling on the thin skin where my legs were stretched wide around him. He was fully inside me by then: hair slick sliding against each other as I started to rock on him, him tensing and pushing up to meet me. I reached down and tangled my fingers in the mane, my fingertips singing with the feeling of it. Turning me over onto my back, he plunged into me, and I grabbed his hips and watched the little muscles there tensing as he rocked, his dick curving up inside of me, pulling out to nudge at the opening, twisting his hips to grind into me. Too damn good. He leant down and kissed me again, buried his head in my neck and kissed me there before grazing downwards where he licked and sucked my left nipple, pulling it into his mouth. His hair hung down around us, skated across my skin, tickled me. I wanted to wrap myself in it like a cloak. I pressed down on myself, pushing the base of my clit against him and splaying my fingers to feel the solid thickness of him sliding in and out of me as we fucked, his skin dark against my paleness. He leaned up on his arms and looked down at me, his eyes raking over my body, stilling himself. My insides clenched, clinging to him, and I could feel I was nearly there. I could tell he was too; his jaw was clenched and he had a far-away look. I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes not to stop, to keep fucking me, and his movements sped up until he was pounding into me, my legs wrapped around his hips. Suddenly my orgasm hit and I cried out again, spasming around his dick. He buried his face in my neck and gripped me to him, moaning as he came too. We lay there, tangled, his heart pounding against mine, and tried to catch our breath. He turned away from me and got up, padding over to the bin and disposing of the condom. "Pretty good fit, hey?" Dan remarked, smiling like the cat that got the cream. "Yeah I guess you could say that," I replied, laughing to myself as I walked, naked, to the door, to retrieve my clothes from their resting place on the hallway floor. "I gotta go though – I've got a shift tomorrow and I don't want to get in your way." I struggled back into my dress, slid on my shoes, checked my makeup in the hallway mirror. As I banged the door closed behind me I shook my head – what the fuck was I going to do now? He was right, we were a good fit: in the groin area, anyway, if nowhere else. I could still smell him on me, feel his hands on me. My pussy was still wet and puffy from our bout. I still wanted him and knew that I would be back there like a shot to continue with him. ---- A few weeks later and I hadn't seen much of Dan. A few texts, a few bum-smacks in the middle of a busy shift, but no more. In my mind I'd resigned our one-time fuck to the memory bin: something nice to think about and when I was on my own and feeling horny, but not something that was going to be the start of a full-blown romance. I'd started to think we had both known that what we had was something base and animalistic, something that needed to be worked out of our systems. In the night, I woke up to the sound of my phone beeping. Text message received. The red light winked at me from across the room and I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed and went over to retrieve it. It was Dan. "We broke up – thought you might like to know. Oxx." I looked up from the phone and into the mirror, the room lit by the orange glow of a London night and the blue screen of my phone. Mussed my hair. Slicked on some mascara. Pulled a dress over my head. No knickers needed. Pulled on my sneakers. Grabbed my jacket and walked out into the dark. Fuck thinking for now: I didn't want to think anymore. I knew exactly where I was going. Long Haired Lucy Submits to Nicky [Read the first two parts before starting this since it is a continuation] Nicky then adjusted himself in the seat so that Lucy could turn her body towards Nicky and sit. She sat on Nicky's lap with her legs on either side of him. She put her hands around Nicky and pulled him closer to her voluptuous body and his cock was throbbing against her pussy. Lucy's fingers grabbed Nicky's hair and they started kissing each other's lips hungrily. Both of them started moaning with ultimate pleasure. Since Lucy was almost as tall as Nicky, sitting on his lap aligned her plump breasts in line with Nicky's face. He stared at those two big, firm, plump mountains for a moment before bringing his hands around Lucy grabbing her long braid and sinking his face in them. Lucy's breasts were so big that they felt like soft, big pillows and Nicky started rubbing his face on them. Letting go of the braid, he grabbed the sleeves of her t-shirt and brought them down releasing her heavenly breasts. They wobbled a little before coming to rest and the two pink nipples were big and erect. Nicky placed his palms on her breasts holding them and admiring them. "God! I have never seen such perfect breasts. Your nipples are so pink!" Nicky said without taking his eyes of her breasts. This turned Lucy more. "I know." She blushed and her face got red. Still holding her breasts, Nicky gave Lucy a long and wet kiss sucking her lips and her red cheeks. He could sense that Lucy was satisfied and happy. Then he held her two breasts to his face and started rubbing his face on them. Lucy placed her hands on Nicky's head and pulled him harder to her with her fingers entwined in his hair. At the same time, Nicky started squeezing her big tits with his strong arms. He started rubbing her nipples with both of his thumbs for a while before starting to suck on them. Simultaneously squeezing the breasts, he used his tongue while sucking to tickle and rub on her nipples. This combined effect on her breasts raised Lucy's senses and she felt electric shocks passing through her nipples. "Oh Nicky! Don't stop." Lucy moaned. Nicky squeezed them harder as if he was kneading dough and Lucy held on to Nicky very tightly by joining both her legs twisting them around Nicky. "OH MY GOD!" Lucy screamed with pleasure. "Fuck, I love it." Nicky's cock pressed deeper into her. Then Lucy pulled his head up and started drilling his face with passionate kisses. She looked like a wild cat moaning with pleasure. Nicky grabbed her plump buttocks and started kneading them. Then he got up from the lat machine still holding her to his body with her legs twisted around him. He started dry humping her while she was still kissing Nicky holding on to him. He placed her on the floor and started undressing himself while Lucy got herself out of her clocks. Now, they were both naked with Nicky's cock in full length waiting for Lucy's mouth. As Lucy got on her knees ready to take his cock, Nicky couldn't stop himself from admiring her. What a great body she has, thought Nicky. She surely has got everything from thick long hair to perfectly formed features, everything a man could ask for. She is truly a Sex Goddess. Lucy grabbed his cock and started sucking it slowly working its length. At this angle, the sight of her long hair was amazing. Her perfectly thick and silky hair, slightly dishelved at the crown because of his grip on her hair earlier, pulled back tightly and braided from her head flowed all the way to the floor like a silky black rope with a thickness of a person's wrist. It was so long that the mere sight of this thick mane could bring anyone erect and even drive someone mad at a closer range. Nicky thought of the fact of how lucky he was to make love to a women like this, who was sexually wild. And he is certainly not going to miss this opportunity and utilise it to the maximum. Without wasting a moment, Nicky quickly grabbed Lucy's wonderful braid of long hair with one hand and placed the other on her head. He was enjoying the pleasure immensely as slowly she increased her speed. "Remove your grip from my cock, Lucy." Nicky instructed and she followed. Now Nicky increased his grip on her braid and putting some pressure on her head with his other hand, he fucked Lucy's face. He started slowly at first and then increased his rhythm. Without releasing his grip on her braid, he grabbed a handful of her on the crown of her head with his other hand and increased his speed two fold fucking her face violently. He had a look of animal fury in his face and the pleasure he derived from this was immense. He stopped himself just before his climax and controlled his cock to postpone it. Then he looked at Lucy's was who was surprised at his appetite. "Seems like you like my long hair very much." Lucy winked with a smile. Nicky all of sudden blushed a little with Lucy's sudden question after all she was very much older than him. Lucy got surprised at Nicky's sudden shyness and grinned mockingly. "Oh my! Seems like the little boy got shy after doing different things with my pretty long hair, huh?" "Oye! This is too much. Yes I like your long hair and what about it?" Nicky fought back. "After all you must be knowing the effects of your hair on other men otherwise you wouldn't have bothered growing it this long and maintaining it, would you?" "True. But I never thought you had a hair fetish" Lucy laughed. Nicky did feel a little shy at the mention of his fetish but masked it by taking action again. "Enough with the playing, let's get on with it." With that, he kissed her face again by holding her head on both sides as his fingers dug into her hair. Somehow the mention of his hair fetish has gotten him hard again with a new high. He broke the kiss and directed her mouth to his cock with a vice grip on her hair. Lucy placed her two arms on either side of Nicky's thighs for grip and sucked him with a hunger. With his hands still on her head, the view of her long braid shaking and wobbling turned him on more. So, he grabbed her braid by both his hands and pulled it up. He brought the end of the braid to his face and started to smell her hair. It was so thick even at the end which made him to cover his face with her hair and inhaling deeply the scent of her hair. It was a Marvellous sight with Lucy sucking his big cock while her long braid was pulled up and devoured by Nicky. With her end of her braid still covering his face, Nicky felt around the length of Lucy's braid with his other hand before finally gripping the braid hard at the nape of her neck. Lucy gave a sharp wail at his tight pull. Then, Nicky kissed her hair for a moment before coiling it around his right forearm which took a while since the braid was very long. When Lucy's long braid was completely around his forearm, he gripped the braid tightly at her nape, making her look into his eyes while sucking his cock. It was a wonderful sight, Nicky's muscular forearms tied tightly by her thick long braid. Nicky felt waves of electric shock in his penis every time Lucy's mouth passed its entire length. With his right hand grip on her braid, he placed his left hand on her head and started drilling her mouth violently. Then he deepthroated Lucy by inserting his entire length into her mouth and then he pressed her nose letting her choke for a couple of seconds before releasing her. He deepthroated her two more times giving her very little time to breathe which made her eyes water. Then he released her nose and gave her ample time to breathe and then without warning, he increased his grip on her braid intensely and also grabbed a handful of her hair at the crown of her head and started thrusting his cock in her mouth, face fucking Lucy with a violent fury. Lucy felt a lot of pain on her head, as her beautiful tresses were manhandled by Nicky's strong hold. Lucy did not have a moment to think about what is happening as Nicky was taken over by his animal instincts. Moreover, he was pulling the coiled braid on his right hand upwards and it was giving Lucy an intense pain and Nicky seemed to be oblivious to this. Nicky was enjoying every moment of fucking Lucy's face with her hair in his control and he was almost ready to come in her mouth as well. With a final thrust, he brought Lucy's head into him and deepthroated her one last time. Pulling Lucy's hair with both his hands, he shot load after load of his cum into her mouth which for Lucy, felt like bullets hitting her throat and blood flowing down her oesophagus. After he released his hold, Lucy's face was very red and tears started flowing down her face automatically and her hair was a mess after Nicky's violent treatment. She completely destroyed her face. Nicky came to his senses and felt bad for losing his control and kissed her by holding her face gently and then hugged her. Then, he started smoothing her hair very softly and gently for a few seconds before whispering to Lucy's ear, " I LOVE YOU!" To be continued... Long, Hard, And Full of Semen "I need to use the computer when you're done." Mike Scott looked up at the giant black man. "Damn Ray, I swear if you get any bigger, your gonna need your own cabin." The black man could barely fit through the small metal door. Ray had gone on leave the last time the sub docked and come back rippling with muscles on top of muscles. Ray had been big to began with, but now he was almost grotesque looking... unnatural. "I'm getting ready to go on duty, you can have it then." "Best get going now," said the black man pulling out Mike's chair with Mike still in it, "antenna ain't up long." Mike wanted to protest, to say it was his computer, but Ray intimidated the hell out of him. The black man was half a foot taller then Mike and twice as wide. Ray was so black, they called him Manta Ray or sometimes Black Manta after the Aquaman villain. Ray had returned from their last shore leave more muscular and cocky, announcing he was quiting the navy. "But I thought you were a career man?" asked Mike. "Not any more. I just been hired by King Enterprises in New York, they're paying big bucks for electronics experts and there's other benefits too." Mike got out of the room fast, knowing Ray needed to jerk off. Mike had always liked Ray until this tour, but the new, muscle-bound black man was more aggressive, dominate, and had a big dick that seemed to insinuate it's way into Mike's thoughts and dreams. He was even thinking about Ray's cock over his pretty wife, Jenni. It started when Mike walked in on Ray coming out of the shower. Mike's eyes bugged out and he did a double take. Ray had a partial erection that looked like a swollen black banana sticking out a foot from his crotch revealing absolutely huge semen filled balls. Ray just smirked at him and left. Mike couldn't bring himself to remove the towel wrapped around his waist until Ray had left, understanding what an inferiority complex was for the first time. A foot long and only a partial erection? Mike couldn't shake the image all day. He'd never seen Mike naked before, but they'd roomed together a year, surely he would have noticed the unusual size of the black man's crotch? The other problem with Ray's cock is that he seemed to need to jerk off a lot more. They'd both done it before, some silent agreement leaving each other alone several times a week, but now Ray was doing it several times a day. Ray had the top bunk and the first night back, it was bucking for close to half an hour. Ray was mumbling, "Suck it bitch, let me fuck that white pussy. Yeah baby," as he stroked himself. Mike could even smell the black man's dick. The smell started as soon as Ray began jerking off. Mike felt his own penis grow as he imagined Ray's hand sliding along that huge shaft. Then the thought of Ray's cock fully erect sent a shiver of inferiority down Mike's spine and his own, much smaller penis shriveled, his balls retreating into his scrotum. The smell from the black's cock was growing and eating it's way into Mike's brain. He saw himself getting up and jerking off Ray's cock for him, then lowering his head toward the tip of Ray's cock, mouth opening until... Ray came. The black man grunted and Mike feared the top bunk might cave in on him. He imagined what such a big dick must look like cumming and his imagination fit reality, because several large wads of sperm rained down around him. Mike dreamed he was sucking off Ray that night. It was the only gay dream of his life and disturbed him the next morning, Luckily, he couldn't remember most of it. He was himself at one point, a blurry woman in another. Once, he was choking on half the black man's cock when Jenni walked in the room. His wife wasn't in the navy, but was wearing a dress uniform. Mike saw her and removed Ray's cock from his mouth. He stroked it lovingly for a moment before bending it towards Jenni, offering it to her. The last thing Mike remembered about the dream was Jenni's uniform disappearing as she took her husband's place between the black man's legs. When Mike woke up from the dream, the top bunk was squeaking again as Ray picked up speed. Mike glanced at his watch, it was only three hours since the last time Ray had jerked off. The smell was growing stronger and Mike ended up burying his nose in his underarm to keep the gay thoughts out of his mind. The next night, he got his hands on some nose plugs and things were better, though the smell never quite left the room as the waist basket always seemed full of crusty paper towels. Mike had one last complaint, he thought Ray was using Jenni's picture to wank off too. On their last trip, before Ray became such a jerk, they had come back on board and Mike had set a picture of Jenni beside his bed. "Whoa, she's beautiful buddy," said Ray picking up the picture and staring at it. Jenni was wearing a modest blue bikini that made her look like an innocent girl-next-door. "What I wouldn't give to be with a hot white woman like that. You're a lucky man. Obviously no children," said Ray looking at Jenni's trim figure. "No, but we're trying. Her time isn't matching my leave very well." Mike caught Ray looking a Jenni's picture a lot that tour, which wasn't surprising given her beauty and the fact that there weren't any real women on the sub to look at. Mike liked the idea of other men staring at his wife. They could stare all they wanted too, only Mike got to sleep with her. On this tour, Mike noticed streaks on Jenni's picture and once a thumb print twice the size of his own. The picture smelled of windex, but underlying it was the ever-present smell of Ray's sperm. So the bastard liked to jerk off looking at pictures of Jenni did he? At least he'll never see the pictures on my computer. ***************** At that moment Ray was jerking off looking at pictures of Jenni on Mike's computer. He had gone to hotmail and automatically logged into Mike's account. Curious, he clicked through Mike's mail until he found an email from Jenni only a few days old. The subject was "Wish You were here" and the email contained ten pictures. Ray started with the first and went through to the end. Jenni was a petite, pretty blonde that Ray wanted to fuck more then anything. He wanted her the first time Mike set her bikini picture beside their beds. Lust had turned to obsession as Ray looked at the picture almost everyday for three months, many times she was the only woman he'd see that time as they were submerged. It was worse when Mike got "enhanced" last leave. Enhanced men were truly addicted to cumming, the pleasure of blasting semen through his fourteen inch cock was ten times as great as cumming when he was seven and a half inches. He had to jerk off two-three times a day and being submerged with no women around was maddening. Ray half considered making the wimp in the lower bunk service his cock, but he needed an honorable discharge and couldn't risk getting caught. He settled for setting Jenni's picture on his hard, muscle-ridged stomach and jerking off looking at her for weeks on end. The first picture Ray clicked on showed Jenni, in a patriotic bikini. He immediately forwarded the email to his address. He hoped the pictures would get better, but would be surprised as his mind had elevated the sweet girl in the bikini to angelic status. He was wrong they got a lot better. The red, white, and blue bikini was modest, but sexy. It was split down the center, half the panties white with blue stars, the other half red and white stripes. The bra top was the same only the two halves were reversed. Jenni was a green-eyed blonde with a fatastic hourglass figure. Her waist was unusually thin, her tummy flat and firm. Her hips flared out and her ass looked amazing though it was facing away from the camera. Her breasts were smallish, probably a B-cup, but looked nice and perky. She probably wasn't any bigger then 5'6" and no heavier then 110-120 pounds. The jpeg showed her standing by a cot in her yard smiling at the camera. In the second picture, she was laying on the cot, rubbing sun tan lotion on her belly. That picture was so sexy, Ray's dick got fully hard and he had to pause to take it out. On the third he was stroking it. Jenni was laying on her stomach, her ass was as perfect as he'd imagined. Her legs were slightly parted and the material was indented along her ass cheeks. "You fucking slut," growled Ray looking at the next series of pictures, her angelic status shattered. Jenni was now in her bedroom wearing sexy lingerie. It was a blue bra and panty with a sheer light blue top hanging from her shoulders to her hips. The top was perfectly see thru and her underwear was thin enough it teased him with a faint outline of nipple and bush. "I'd bet you'd like this shoved up that hot ass," he said jerking off at the next picture. The back of the outfit was a thong and Jenni had turned around doing a toe-touch, elevating her ass and stretching her firm legs. She did have a great ass. Jenni got progressively more naked as the pictures progressed. The little tease took her bra off, then her panties, but kept the sheer top on. She held her arm across her breasts and her other hand over her crotch to cover up her goods. She moved her arms in the next picture, posing nude under the top. In the last picture she was lying on a bed with her legs spread for the camera totaly nude. Ray's sperm splattered the picture, coating the monitor as his balls emptied. Ray quickly pointed his cock away from the valuable computer and shot his other wads on the floor. The one drawback to being enhanced was the mess. Ray cleaned off the monitor, staring at the picture of Jenni with her legs held open for him. Her eyes pleaded with him, begging him to fuck her. I need a real man, she cried. I need black cock. Fuck me Ray, fuck me. ****************** Jenni got home from work and plopped down on the couch. Sometimes she had a melancholy, "why bother" mood and today was one of them. She was lonely without Mike around, bored, never cooked for just herself, and she craved excitement. She was also feeling reflective as people often get when their thirtieth birthday is fast approaching. She'd get to see Mike in less then a month, but he'd ship off again just before her birthday. Jenni got up and put a pasta tv dinner into the microwave and turned on the computer waiting for her dinner to get done. She quickly ate, then checked her emails. She was about to delete one that looked like spam, but instead clicked on it. The email was from someone named Blackmanta. It read: [Jen, I miss you so much. That night we spent together was so special to me. Give me a time and place and I am there. Please write back, I know I ruined you for white men. Just say where or when and I will give you the superior black cock that you crave. Black Manta] Jenni laughed, a little shocked. At first she had been confused, then realized it was a case of mistaken identity. The fact that the man was black and the woman white was what shocked her, and the arrogance of the man, "superior black cock" indeed. Jenni deleted the message and forgot about it until a second message arrived a week later. [Remember when I tied your hands behind you and made you suck me off using only your mouth? Remember fainting from cumming so hard as you rode my big cock? I loved crushing you beneath me as I pounded your pussy into submission. Remember when I bent you over the couch and fucked you from behind while your husband mowed the lawn? Remember how inadeqate your husband's little prick felt after fucking a real man? Remember when I hooked your ass on black cock after your pussy was mine? You're my black cock slut Jenni Scott. Write me back so we can fuck again. The picture will remind you what you're missing. Black Manta] Jenni squirmed a little in her seat. She had woken up horny and the dirty message made it worse. She couldn't quite understand what about it made her so hot, it wasn't the man's obssession with his size nor the obscene language. Mike certainly wasn't inadequate. It was a combination of all these things. There was another Jenni Scott out there who was cheating on her husband with a black man that used her like a slut. It was arousing. Jenni clicked on the picture, fifteen minutes later she quit staring. The black man had sent her a picture of his crotch from just above his belly button to just above his knees. An erect, incredibly massive, torpedo shaped penis protruded out from his crotch. She barely noticed how hard and defined the muscles on the man's stomach and legs looked. She did notice the giant, low-hanging ball sack which looked like two baseballs had been shoved in a wrinkled, dark bag. It was the penis that kept drawing her attention. The monstrosity was perfectly formed and looked to be carved from basalt. Jenni realized the size of it was mostly an illusion from the angle of the camera, but even so, it was a beautiful cock and looked to be bigger then Mike's. Her husband's was the only penis she had ever seen and she wasn't aware they came in different shapes and sizes. Jenni replied to the email: [Manta, this is the second email I've gotten from you. I'm afraid I'm not the Jenni Scott you're looking for. Good luck finding your lover. Please don't email me again.] Jenni did get another email from him another week later. [Jenni Scott, I'm terribly sorry about the misunderstanding. I hope I didn't offend you in any way. I lost my Jenni Scott's email and came up with yours during a search. Once more, I appologize. Black Manta. PS What did you think of the picture?] Jenni had looked at the picture every day since, sometimes twice, staring at it with a zen-like focus. She sent blackmanta a reply. [I was very impressed with your picture. I found it kind of funny. Did you use photoshop?] [Jenni Scott. What do you mean photoshop? You've obviously never seen a black cock before. You have my sympathies. Here is another picture.] Jenni gasped and felt her pussy get a little wet. This picture showed more of Manta's torso and it was incredibly muscular, as much as any pro weightlifters and he looked like he was flexing every muscle on his chest. This time he had angled his penis away from the camera and held a 12" ruler beside it. The big head of his penis extended two-inches beyond the end of the ruler.] [I simply don't believe it Manta. It's an incredible picture, but I find it hard to believe penises get that big. It still must be a trick. Your body's incredible by the way.] Mike had a nice wiry body after basic training when they met, but each year it had become a little doughier, a little pudgier, and being stuck on a sub months on end kept him a pale white. [Jenni, you poor thing. Penises don't get that big, cocks do, black cocks. Surely you've heard the rumors about black cock size and our sexual superiority? My Jenni used to be like you. Her husband is in the military and away a lot. She thought sex was good until meeting me. Her husband never really satisfied her, never filled her, never reached the places that gave her really big orgasms. It's a long story, but she accidently saw me naked. She was sucking my cock by the end of the day. You see, she wanted to see it hard, she wanted to find out what a man-sized cock felt like to hold. Her husband was upstairs asleep when she first held my cock in her hand. I'll meet you if you'd like, if you want to experience a real cock for yourself?] This had gone on too long. It was fun at first, made her feel naughty, but now he was talking about getting together. [Manta, please don't email me again. I find this talk offensive. I will be deleting any thing else you send me. I am a happily married woman and will never cheat on my husband. PS I still think you're full of poop.] Jenni did get another message and against her better judgement she read it. [Jenni Scott you are a white slut. You just don't know it yet. Measure your husband's little worm the next time you see him and tell me it excites you as much as black cock. If you want the truth about black men, go to the video store and rent the movie, "Sexual Reparations." It's porn, but it will show you who's full of shit.] Jenni found the porn in the video store. She had never been so embarrasssed in her life as when she checked it out. She hadn't planned on renting it. She had found herself bored looking for a movie, when she passed the X-rated section. She thought she'd just go in and look for it to read the cover. She found it quickly. The cover showed a black man in judges robes flanked by two black policemen, all muscle men. Three beautiful, handcuffed white girls kneeled at their feet. The dvd had a label called "E&I Video" as did most of the wall the movie was located on. Most of them appeared to be interracial. Against her better judgement, she rented it. Luckily, you only had to bring the plastic case up so it wasn't as embarrassing, though the pimply faced clerk gave her a stare like he knew what this movie was about. Jenni did some errands, fixed dinner, then took a bath. When she was finished she curled her feet under her on the couch and played the dvd. She planned on just watching a little to see what Manta had been talking about and to remind her what it was like to have sex. Mike would be on leave in a week and it would be nothing but sex for them everyday for a month. Jenni ended up watching the whole movie. ******************** The girl was led into the courtroom handcuffed. The actress was dressed like white trash. Her perfectly big, perfectly fake boobs pushed up a large halter top and showed off her belly. Tight cut-offs and high heels completed the look. "What is the meaning of this?" she said. "I didn't do anything." "You have been found in violation of the reparations law." "What the hell's that?" "Language maam or I will hold you in contempt. As I was saying, you are a direct descendent from a slave owner. Your family is guilty of past injustice against the black race. The maximum sentence for this grievous crime is life imprisonment." "Noooo," screamed the woman. "I can't go to prison." "Baliff, I'm going to hold off sentencing till after lunch. Bring Miss Melons to my chamber." The baliff left the handcuffed woman alone with the judge in his office. "May I sit down Judge Hambone?" she asked. "No, you may kneel, if you'd like." The woman kneeled, hands still bound behind her. She looked up as the judge approached. It was a very submissive posture, like she was a slave kneeling before her master. "I'm sure this is a mistake your honor." Her face was even with his crotch. "No mistake. You are a direct descendant of Colonel Melons, the largest slaveholder in the county two hundred years ago." "You can't punish me for something my ancestor did that long ago." "Yes I can, thanks to the reparations bill just passed by congress. I''m fully authorized to imprison you for as long as I want." "As long as you want?" "Or not at all, I have leeway. The law is most ambiguous as long as you make restitution." "Is there anyway for me to stay out of jail?" "As a matter of fact there is. It seems that I am a direct descendent of one of your ancestor's slaves. If you were to show me restitution, I believe all would be forgiven." The woman smirked. "I think we can come to an arangement your, honor." "It's time to cum clean for past injustice, Miss Melons." The black judge lifted his robes. He wasn't wearing pants and his giant cock was slowly rising to attention. Then the cheesy music started and the girl leaned forward opening her mouth. ****************** Jenni paused the movie when the black man was completely hard. It wasn't as big as Manta's, but it had to be a foot long. The woman attacked his cock using only her mouth as she was still handcuffed. Of course she was getting paid to do this, but she seemed to fully enjoy giving the black man a blow job. She sucked him enthusiasticaly for a long time, then Jenni paused it again as cum exploded out the sides of her mouth. Soon, both were nude, the girl had her legs spread as the judge pounded his huge cock into her pussy and she took it all. The scene flowed together perfectly, but must have been filmed over several days as the judge turned the woman over and fucked her ass after cumming in her pussy. Each time he came it looked as though he had stored up sperm for a year. Long, Hard, And Full of Semen "Had enough Miss Melons?" The girl was toying with the judges cock as they laid side by side in bed. "No your honor. I don't believe I have made adequate restitution for my crimes. You are just one man, my ancestor owned hundreds of slaves. I need to pay reparations to all of them." Jenni caught herself gently squeezing her breasts as she watched the movie. She was also squirming on the couch from arousal as the next scene started. **************** "Why'd you stop me officers, I wasn't speeding?" Two muscular black cops were looking at the pretty female driver. "You ever fucked a black man Mrs. Derry Queen.?" asked one reading her name off her license. "That's none of your business officers and of course not, I am a happily married woman," said the driver. "Fucking only white men is discrimination. Your in violation of the reparations law. Your going to jail." "Wait, what if I promise to end my discriminatory ways?" Soon the woman was naked and kneeling on a blanket one of the cops had spread out. One of the black cops was feeding his beer can thick, ten inch cock into her mouth while the other was pushing his thirteen inch monster into her pussy. The contrast between the woman's pale white skin and the two muscular black men's was very erotic. As was the sight of two well-defined, muscular male bodies with huge pricks attached. Though an actress, the woman seemed to enjoy the fucking, her nipples were rock hard and fluid was pouring down her thighs. The cop in her mouth came and his cock never seemed to go soft. Soon he was shoving it in her ass, which Jenni noticed was already stretched out like she had been fucked in it dozens of times. The men came, then pulled out. A worn, but happy looking actress then said, "I'll never fuck another white man again. But isn't that discrimination also?" "No, it's only natural," said the cops. The last scene was of a pudgy, older white man in a suit coming home to a large plantation only to find his wife in bed with the judge. "Honey, how could you?" "How could I not," gasped the woman as she got the fucking of her life. The man looked horrified and stumbled out behind the house where a young, big-titted slut was riding another black guy. "Daddy?" said the girl. "They're soooo big." The wife and judge came outside. "I remember what you said about this being a slave plantation," said the wife walking around the pool naked. "So I called up the judge and asked what I should do to pay off the reparations law." "A good law-abiding citizen, your wife," said the judge, "and a good lay. Signed the house right over to me." "Noooo," screamed the husband. He stumbled past a dozen nude black men filing out by the pool. The camera panned back showing the man walking onto the street. Other white men with dazed expressions were sitting on the curbs in front of their homes. The white men seemed to have been selected for being short, older, and out of shape. The scene flashed back to the pool where the mother and daughter were getting gang-banged. Unlike the whites, the blacks seemed to have been hired based on fitness and cock size. All had the bodies of weightlifters, some with wide torsos, others with more wiry bodies and all had cocks at least ten inches, some pushing fifteen. Jenni had an orgasm when one of the blacks blew his load on the daughter's tits. Cumming brought her back to reality. She looked down surprised to see that one of her hands had found it's way under her panties and she had been rubbing her clit as she watched the movie. Jenni watched the movie again several times and returned it three days late. She still believed the movie had been faked somehow, but found herself getting a shiver of excitement everytime she saw a goodlooking black man. Sex with a black man had been unthinkable until now and she half wished she had tried one back before she was married. None of the blacks she saw had the torso of the porn stars, nor the animal magnetism, but she couldn't help looking. Not that she'd ever cheat on Mike, but it was fun to fantacize. ******************* Mike, Ray and other crew members stood on deck in their whites, hands clasped behind their backs as the sub arrived at Norfolk. Several wives waved from the dock as the sub entered it's berth. Mike spotted Jenni and waved. When they were allowed ashore, Mike ran to Jenni and lifted her up twirling her around. "I'm so glad your back," she cried hugging her husband. "God, I missed you," said Mike. He sat Jenni down and noticed her staring over his shoulder. Mike turned and saw that Ray had followed him. "Jenni, this is Ray. Ray, this is my wife." "Nice to meet you Miss Jenni," said Ray shaking her hand. He noticed her shudder as her little hand disappeared in his. "Nice to finally meet you," she replied. Ray thought he caught her eyes flicker quickly down to his crotch and then back to her husband. The big black man was pretty sure she had watched the movie. "This was Ray's last tour honey. He's got a job in New York." "Yeah," said Ray no more months at sea wthout a woman for me. I'm done with the navy. No idea how I'm gettin to New York though. I guess I'll hitch." "Well, we're in Maryland, just outside Salisbury," said Jenni. "You can drive up the pennisula with us. I'm sure you can get a bus to New York from Salisbury." "Really?" asked Ray. "You don't mind do ya buddy?" Ray put his hands on Mike's shoulder and squeezed it a little too tight." "Not at all," said Mike with an expression that said he did mind. "We drive right by the bus station." "Great! Well I have some papers to sign." "Alright, Jenni get us a room at the hotel, I'll meet you as soon as things are squared with the sub. Ray, meet us at 0800 hours and we'll head North." ****************** Jenni looked over at her husband sitting contentedly behind the drivers seat. They had enjoyed a good night of sex, she had even sucked his dick for awhile, for once showing some enthusiasm. Sex had been pleasurable, but being apart so long had Mike cumming quickly and Jenni failed to orgasm. He didn't do much better the next morning when she mounted him. She wished he could last longer, like the black men in the movie. Thinking of them had her wondering what Mike's penis would feel like a little thicker, an inch longer, two inches, three inches and black... Just as she was getting into her fantasy, Mike came. She had sighed and got up to go to the bathroom to clean his sperm out of her. She hadn't told Mike, but the timing was finally right for her to get pregnant during this shore leave. She patted her belly, praying that god would give her a baby. "Where the hell is he?" Mike almost honked the horn impatiently. "Here he comes," said Jenni. Ray came out of the building, smiling. He was wearing a tight tank top that left his muscular arms bare and tight jeans. Jenni's eyes wandered down to his crotch and she saw it. The outline of a giant, thick cock like the men in the movie or Manta's. Ray fit the body type and she had known he was hung the minute she saw him. "New York, here I come," said Ray getting in the car. "No more navy for me. Thanks for the lift." Jenni talked to Ray a lot during the three hour drive, Mike was uncharacteristicaly silent. They would of spent the ride talking about sex and starting a family if it weren't for their black passenger. So Jenni spent the ride talking to Ray while Mike concentrated on driving. Ray told her about his past, but was strangely evasive about his new job. Jenni kept wanting to glance down at his crotch, but settled for his handsome face. He was very black, with typical negroid features, flat nose, big lips, but it suited him well. His hair was buzzed so short he was almost bald. She had a strong desire to see his penis. Jenni loved Mike and was faithful. She didn't want to sleep with Ray, she just wanted to see what his penis looked like. She wanted to see what his cock looked like fully erect. Maybe, hold his black cock in her hand and stroke it. Maybe, he'd let her take his superior black cock in her mouth and then stuff it in her pussy as she rode it to orgasm after or.... "Here's the bus stop," said Mike. Jenni snapped out of her daydream and blushed as she had been staring over her shoulder at Ray. He winked at her and she turned around embarrassed and ashamed of the thoughts running through her head. "I'm sorry," said Ray. "I forgot to mention that the navy needs to mail me my discharge papers, so I gave them your address. It would only be for a few days. I can stay at a hotel nearby." "Nonsense," said Jenni. "We can put you up for two days, can't we Mike?" Mike didn't look happy at all, but said, "Sure." "Great, I'll take you two out to dinner as a way of saying thanks." Mike left the bus stop and headed for home. Jenni forced herself to look out the front window. Maybe, she'd get a chance to see Ray's big black cock over the next few days. Maybe, she could suck... Jenni rolled down the window to get some fresh air and to get these thoughts out of her mind. ***************** Jenni looked across the table at her friend Diane. Diane had a wide-eyed expression of shock on her face as she talked to Ray. The two women worked in a bookstore together and Jenni had asked Diane to join them for dinner. Diane hadn't been happy to see that Ray was black, but Jenni told her it was just dinner, not a date, she didn't want Ray to feel like a third wheel and explained to the black man that Diane was only here as company. Now Diane had a funny look on her face and Jenni couldn't see Ray's hand. Diane was small, plump, and shy. She didn't get a lot of attention from guys and Ray practically fawned on her. "Well, what's say we hit the hay. It's been a long day," said Mike standing. "Why don't you two go on ahead," said Ray. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I know you want some time alone. I'm sure Diane will bring me back later." "That ok with you Diane?" asked Mike. Diane wouldn't look either of them in the eye. She held her head down blushing and meekly said, "Yes, it's fine with me." ***************** Jenni got to see Ray's cock the next morning. She was in a good mood, having screwed her husband twice the night before. It had been some good sex, but she had trouble concentrating as she kept wondering if Diane had fucked Ray and was surprised to find she was a little jealous. She decided they hadn't, Ray, a horny sailor, was probably ready to fuck anything, but Diane wasn't the type to sleep around on the first date or the second or third, for that matter and she didn't really care for blacks. Jenni had to work early the next morning. Tired from sex and partying late the night before, she fumbled with the shower and dressing. She needed some coffee to get moving and went downstairs only to freeze as she saw Ray's cock. The black man had passed out on the couch, apparently not making it upstairs to the guest room. He was naked except for skin tight boxer shorts. She paused only briefly to admire his chest, as her eyes were focused on his black dangling cock. In a way, it was a disappointment. Sure, it was big and thick, but it was as limp as a wet noodle. Ray's cock had fallen out of his boxers and was lying across his thigh. It was probably nine inches long, but it was lifeless. It looked tired, spent, just like Mike's penis looked after sex only a lot bigger. As she stared, Ray murmured in his sleep and she gasped as Ray's cock swelled a little, extending another inch and plumped up even thicker. Her gasp made his eyes flicker and he looked at her, sitting up. "Mornin Jen," he said yawning. "Sorry you caught me napping. I figured you two would be going at it hot and heavy, so I slept down here." Jenni was forcing herself to look in Ray's face. He hadn't realized his cock was sticking out and it was now over ten inches long and still growing. "I didn't hear you come in," she said turning the coffee machine on. "I think you were in the shower." Jenni froze. That meant he had come home less then an hour ago. He had spent the whole night with Diane? "What are you doing up?" The black giant was standing in the living room with his hands behind his head flexing his massive biceps. His body was almost so muscular it was disgusting, like a weightlifters only constantly flexed and rippling with muscles. "I figured you two love birds would stay in bed all day." "I have to go to work today." "If I had known that, I would have covered up." Ray suddenly seemed to notice his cock was jutting out, now probably a foot long and still not completely hard. As if it were nothing, he calmly reached down and stuffed it in his shorts without even bothering to turn around. "I'm taking a lot of time off while Mike's here, but I still have to work a couple days a week." "Well, I gots to gets me some sleep. Goodnight." "Goodnight." Jenni stared at his big, hard ass as he turned and walked up the stairs. Jenni opened the store and worked for a few hours before Diane stumbled in. The chubby woman looked horrible, like she hadn't slept at all. Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks had a swollen, rubbery look to them. She was also walking bowlegged and winced when she sat down to take a break. Despite looking tired and sore, Jen had never seen Diane looking happier. Still, she was not working up to speed and left work early to get some rest. ***************** Still wearing just his shorts, Ray walked out to the mailbox as the postman drove away. Sure enough, there was a priority envelope addressed to him from the military containing his discharge papers. There was also another piece of overnight mail addressed to him. This one had a return address of King Pharmaceuticals in New York. He closed the mailbox, leaving the Scott's mail inside. Ray opened his package and took out the little vial surrounded by packing peanuts. He went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Mike seemed to drink a glass of milk a day, so he poured half the vial into the open carton of milk. The other half went into Jenni's two liter of diet pepsi. There was enough Xcite in the bottle, to leave Mike impotent for a month, maybe two, while leaving Jenni climbing the walls with horniness. Later, when Mike got home from playing golf. Ray watched as he made some coffee. Mike then poured a little milk into his cup. 'bye bye erections', thought Ray as Mike sipped his drink. Jenni came home later and immediately poured a glass of diet pepsi. "You two up for clubbin again?" asked Ray. "God, no," said both Scotts in unison. "I'm beat," said Jenni, "lets just watch a movie." "Got any porn?" asked Ray. Jenni turned beat red. "Just kidding." Just then the phone rang. "If that's Diane, tell her I've left already." Jenni answered the phone. "Oh, hello Diane. No, I'm afraid he's left already. No, I don't have an address for him. If he calls Mike, I'll try to get it. Are you crying? He did say, he had a great time last night and wished he could stay here longer," she lied. Jenni hung up the phone. "Ass hole! That's my best friend I just lied to." "I'm only thinking of her. The poor bitc...thing's infatuated with me as is after one night. I don't want her to get hooked on me." 'I'm getting a movie," said Jenni shaking her head and leaving the room. What a conceited son-of-a-bitch. Halfway through the movie, Jenni got horny. She didn't know why, the film was a dumb action movie she had put in for the guys. There was no nudity and little sex, but as she sat watching it, sipping from her diet pepsi, she got horny. Her breathing picked up and her pulse quickened. She shivered as a wave of pleasure traveled out from her breasts. Her nipples were hard and scraping her bra. Worse her pussy was juicing up so bad, she feared it might leak right through her soaked panties and leave a mark on the couch. "Honey, I'm tired, lets call it a night." "You go up Jen, I'll be up after the movie," said Mike. "You sure dear?" She put her hand on his shoulder and stared at him trying to give him the hint. Mike stared at her kind of confused then frowned. "I'm sure, I'll be up in an hour or so." Now Jenni was frowning, Mike never turned down sex. Then it hit her. This powerful horniness might be her body's way of saying she was ovulating. "Mike, I think you should come upstairs." "Go asshole," said Ray. "I think your wife wants some. A beautiful woman like that deserves a stiff fucking every night." "Crude, but I thank you Ray. Come on husband service me." "If you don't, I will buddy," said Ray. "I'm going, I'm going." ******************** "Come on Ray, we're going to the beach," said Jenni knocking on his door. "Cumming," grunted Ray just as a huge wad of semen flew up three feet from the end of his cock. The large strand of cum was close to five inches long. It did a somersault before colliding with his equally large second wad. The two wads fell with a splat on Ray's chest, soon followed by several more. Even when his cock quit shooting, sperm flowed down his shaft like lava flowing out of a volcano. He cleaned the cum off and flushed the tissues down the toilet. He put his suit on and walked downstairs. Jenni was wearing sweat pants and a sexy, but modest bikini top. The pants hugged her hips perfectly showing off her belly and thin waist. She was packing lotion and other stuff into a big bag. "You look well rested for a woman who had wild sex all night," he said. "Actually we went right to sleep," she said without looking at the black man. "Shame, you'd think with only three weeks of leave, you'd try to get as much in as possible." "You'd think that wouldn't ya," she replied looking both pissed and hurt as she finally turned to the black man and did a double take blatantly staring at his crotch for an uncomfortable moment. "You're wearing that?" "Sure, it's my suit." Ray was wearing tight panty style swimwear, like the kind swimmers or weightlifters wear. They were white and really drew attention to his crotch standing out against his black skin. His cock seemed to big for the suit, looking wadded up inside the material like he had stuffed a potato inside it. Make that three potatoes, his balls were equally as visible under the material. Don't you want to wear a shirt or pants, it's an hour drive to Ocean City and we may have to walk a block to the beach." "The sun already burned my people and there aint nothing on this body I aint proud of. I'd be doing a diservice to the ladies not to show them my goods. Bodies like mine shouldn't be covered up." Jenni was inclined to agree. At that moment Mike walked downstairs wearing a hat, baggy shirt, and loose swim trunks. He was very pale from being on the sub so long, he was sure to get burned today. "You guys ready?" **************** Jenni was still horny. She was mostly silent the drive to the beach. Last night had been upsetting to say the least. She had practically attacked Mike the moment they got to the bedroom and he had been completely disinterested. She pulled down his pants surprised at how small his penis looked. She had seen it that small once after he had gone swimming in a cold pool. He had explained the concept of shrinkage to her, but it had never been that small prior to sex. Mike had turned out the light from embarrassment and Jenni did everything she could to get him hard from sucking on it to tugging on it rapidly. Mike's normally proud six inch dick easily disappeared in her small cupped palm. Jenni had ended up masturbating and having a small unsatisfying orgasm as he slept beside her. His dick was no harder in the morning. It didn't help that a giant black cock was riding in the seat behind her, Ray's large weapon just a few feet from her head. Ray probably never had trouble getting hard. The black giant had probably fed his big cock into every orifice on Diane's body just like the black porno stars did in "Sexual Reparations". A superior black cock was just what a horny white slut like herself needed. Jenni snapped out of her daydream and rolled the window down for some fresh air. Long, Hard, And Full of Semen The beach was fun. Everyone, male and female stared at Ray as they walked from the parking lot to the beach. They set up camp and Ray whistled as Jenni pulled down the sweat pants, staring openly at her half-naked body. Mike turned a little red and looked pissed, but said nothing. "Nice," said the black man, " but there's one problem." "Oh, what's that?" Jenni swore Ray's swimsuit was bulging out more then it had earlier. "Too much material. Your figure deserves a smaller, skimpier bikini. I'd like to see you in one of those patriotic bikinis." Now it was Jenni's turn to blush. Had Mike shown Ray her pictures? Oh god, not the nudes! Mike didn't look guilty, so she assumed it was coincidence. "Thanks I guess." After that Ray left her alone the rest of the day. He spent more time with her husband. Whenever she looked up from her book, Ray was standing next to Mike or walking down to the water with him. It was hard not to make comparisons between the two standing so close together and Ray was the one who always came out on top. Ray flirted with every girl in a bikini that walked by from sixteen to fifty as long as they looked good. Ray often pulled Mike along with him as he hit on various women. Jenni should have been jealous and she was, but not with Mike. Instead, Jenni was jealous of Ray. Not one woman paid any attention to her husband as he stood beside Ray and Mike wasn't a bad looking guy. Ray's body and bulge got all the attention and Ray got a lot of phone numbers. The three of them went in the water to cool off and playfully splashed each other. Ray scared her once, swimming under water and grabbing her ankle. Ray came up behind her and told her to hold her elbows tight against her sides. Jenni was standing on a sandbar as Ray put his palms on her elbows. The height was just right for his crotch to press against her ass under water. He pushed his plump cock against her ass just before he lifted her out of the water. Jenni flew through the air to splash in the water ten feet from where Ray stood. Jenni came up laughing, her ass still tingling from where Ray's cock had touched it. They left the water and Jenni dried off. "Lets go get some drinks," said Ray. "Alright," said Mike. "You boys have fun," said Jenni wiping the towel across her face. "I'm gonna stay here and reeeaad..." "What's wrong Jenni?" asked Ray looking down at her. "N-nothing," Jenni went back to drying off. Ray had been standing right beside her chair, his crotch practicaly in her face. The white suit was clear when wet and she could see the huge outline of his cock and balls, his dark skin visible through the material. She could make out the hard crown of his cock head, the veins crisscrossing the shaft, and the mat from his pubic hair. It looked harder now then it had been earlier despite the cold ocean water and Jenni got a big thrill wondering if it was from when they had touched that had him so aroused. She had trouble concentrating on her book the whole time they were gone. When they came back, they were drunk or at least Mike was. "Looks like I'm driving," she said. "I'll drive," volunteered Ray. "Don't lishten to him honey," slurred Mike, "He'sh ash drunk ash I am. Itsh his fault for buying all the shotsh." "Booze doesn't affect me," said Ray. "I'll drive just to be sure," said Jenni skeptically. They gathered up their things and headed back to the car. Mike sat in back, drinking in the afternoon had him dozing off soon after hitting the bridge out of Ocean City. "Thank god," said Ray. "A lot more room to stretch my legs up front." Jenni glanced down her eyes zooming in right on his crotch. He still looked cramped. "Stop somewhere and we'll get some burgers to throw on your grill for dinner," said the black man before putting his seat back and closing his eyes. 'Damn him,' she thought, me horny, Mike wasted and limp, and the arrogant black man kept showing off his equipment. With Ray trying to sleep, she could stare at his crotch without him knowing it and she kept glancing over at him the whole ride home. Ray's cock head extended an inch and his bulge plumped up as something excited the black man in his dreams. Jenni's hand gripped the knobby end of the gear shift and then stroked it up and down imagining it was Ray's cock. She was holding Ray's cock and it was the gear shift as she used it to shift. Then Jenni straddled his seat and moved the head of his cock to her hungry pussy. Jenni snapped out of it just as the car was drifting off the side of the road. She corrected the car and rolled the window down for air. Just being around his cock was making her think like a slut. Both men woke up at the supermarket, Ray looking refreshed, Mike blurry eyed and groggy. Despite his outfit, Ray followed her in. An assitant manager hurried up to them and said, "shirt and shoes are required sir." Ray turned and looked down at the little man. "I'll be quick," he said after an uncomfortable moment. "O-ok sir," said the man gulping, his eyes wandered down Ray's chest, then fell on Ray's crotch. The little man's eyes bugged out and he took a step back, turning to scurry away. Not wanting to be spotted with a giant, hulking, half-naked, brutish looking black man, Jenni ditched Ray and bought some hotdogs, burgers, and rolls for a barbeque. She ran into him in line, Ray had a case of beer under his arms. They left the supermarket and headed home. "Don't forgetsh to check the mail." Mike moaned clutching his head. Jenni obeyed her husband and stopped at the mailbox. "Still nothing." "That's military efficiency for ya," said Ray. Ray volunteered to man the grill while Jenni prepared the fixins. As soon as she was out of sight, Ray put a beer in Mike's hand, "to the navy," proposed the black man. Mike looked like he had enough booze for the day, but couldn't turn down the proposal. "To the Navy." They clinked cans. "Pound it," said Ray throwing his head back and draining the can. He crushed it afterwards. "Pounding the beer made Mike's head spin. "Oooh," he groaned, "I need to sit down." Rest up on the couch buddy, I'll get dinner ready." Ray pushed Mike down on the couch and sat his crushed can beside the white man's. "I'll be outside," yelled the black man to Jenni. ***************** Jenni came out of the kitchen holding a couple paper plates. She stopped, looking disgustedly at her husband snorring on the couch. Two empty beer cans already lying beside him. He was really getting on her shit list this shore leave. She knew from experience, he wouldn't be waking until dawn. Jenni carried some hotdog and burger rolls on a plate outside for Ray. She was staring at the plate to keep from dropping anything and wasn't looking at the black man. "Here's the rolls," she said. "Got one big enough for a foot long?" Jenni looked up and gasped. Ray had stripped completely nude in their backyard and was hosing himself off. His incredible body glistened in the sunlight. Ray's cock jutted out from his crotch, stiff, plump, and angled slightly downwards. It did indeed look like a foot long, and it wasn't completely hard. Jenni could do nothng but stare, entranced by it. "Why don't you come over here and get a good look at it." "W-what do you mean?" asked Jenni. "Your curious about black cock. You've been staring at my crotch since we met. Now's your chance to get it out of your system." Ray turned the hose off and took a step towards her. He put his strong hands on her shoulders and started pushing down. "But Mike's inside?" Her legs were shaky and weak. She gave in falling to her knees. His cock was now thirteen inches, straighter and just inches from her face." "Come on Jenni, he's passed out on the couch. This might be your only chance to examine what a real man's cock looks like. Lucky for us he drank so much this afteroon. You can touch it." Jenni had been staring at Ray's cock, the big bulbous head, the puffy blue-black veins, his huge pendulous balls. She reached one hand up tentatively and caressed the shaft with three fingers, a shiver of yearning running down her spine. Her caress turned to a grip and his cock straightened out completely, the cock fattening and hardening in her hand. It quit growing at fourteen inches, the fat head flush with the shaft making it look torpedo shaped. "My god." "Impressed?" "G-god yes, I've never seen anything like it." "Makes your hubby seem pretty pathetic doesn't it?" Jenni felt a twinge of guilt, but she couldn't help agreeing with the black man. "It's so big and thick. It's so hard and big. It's...big." At some point she couldn't remember, her other hand had come up to touch it and she was stroking it automatically with her right while her left gently massaged his huge balls. "I want to see you cum." "Suck on it." Jenni's whole body shook at his order. Her dark fantasies had returned as she stroked his cock, her dreams stronger with her proximity to his mighty shaft and his musky masculine scent. She wanted to suck on it. She wanted it in her pussy, even her virgin ass if her master so ordered it. Her belly should be full of her master's sperm just as his monster cock should be filling her fertile womb with his black, baby-making seed. "I can't," she said wanting to cry at her loss. Despite his behaviour the last few days, Jenni loved Mike Scott deeply and wanted to remain a loyal and faithful wife, but deep down, she was starting to resent her husband. "Jenni everyone knows a blow job ain't cheating." "I'm sorry, I can't". "You can't leave me hanging like this. The least you can do is jerk me off." "I guess that would be fine. What do I do?" "Use this." Ray had some vegetable oil out to clean the grill grate. He handed her the bottle. Jenni poured the oil on her hands. Her hands now slid smoothly along his shaft. She ran her hands up and down, pausing to coat the head, then resuming her strokes. She fantasized she was a slut for Ray's cock, his slave, helplessly at his mercy. 'It couldn't hurt just to suck on it a little,' she thought, but did nothing. She'd never acually wanted to give anyone a blow job, but she was filled with a near overwhelming desire to please Ray. Taking it in her mouth would be so easy and take pressure off her tired arms, but still she resisted. Ray lasted twenty minutes and Jenni had almost lost all the strength in her arms. The missle was pointed right at her face, looking harder and angrier then it had when she started. Jenni remembered the black men in the movie and how their cocks literally seemed to explode sperm. She opened her mouth gasping with fear preparing to point his cock away from her, but it was too late. Jenni closed her eyes just in time as what felt like a glassful of hot pudding was thrown against her face. Something touched her lower lip and she realized it was the tip of Ray's cock, her mouth closing just as it filled up with more of his hot sperm. Sperm had already clogged her nose and she was forced to swallow his seed in order to breath. Another wad splattered across her chest just above her bikini. Jenni wiped his cum from her eyes and looked up at Ray hulking over her like a giant, his still hard cock brushing against her chin. She felt like a completely new woman. She nuzzled his cock looking at it adoringly, even going so far as to kiss it. The tip was just inches from her mouth, sperm dribbling out of the end, her tongue flickered out and carressed the pee-slit, lapping up several spoonfulls of semen. Jenni backed up a little ashamed of her reaction. "I'm gonna go get cleaned up." "I'm gonna put some more meat on the grill. The last ones seemed to have burnt up." Jenni opened the sliding glass doors and paused seeing Mike sprawled out asleep on the couch. What would he say if he opened his eyes to see his wife's upper body covered in a black man's sperm? Ray watched her go, disappointed, but impressed by her will-power. He'd try again in a few hours and the pretty young wife wouldn't be able to resist him again. Some sperm was stagnating in his shaft, so he milked it out. Ray looked around, grabbing a burger bun and catching the dangling white cum on the inside top. He ran his cockhead around the bun until it was drained completely. Then he rearanged the lettuce and a slice of tomato over his cum. He'd need to be sure Jenni got this one and it didn't end up on his own plate. Jenni was silent as she ate her cum burger. She had washed up, her hair wet, and was still clad in her sweat pants and bikini top. She was also finishing off the last of her Xcite-laced diet pepsi. Ray could see her hard nipples protruding out under her bikini as she stared off into space absentmindedly taking bites from her burger. Jenni cleaned up, disappearing into the kitchen. When she came out, Mike was gone and Ray was sitting alone of the couch still clad in his tiny white briefs. He patted the empty space beside him. "Where's Mike?" "I carried him upstairs to bed." "I think I'll go join him. Today really drained me." Ray grabbed his crotch. "It'll take a lot more to completely drain me." "Good night Ray." Jenni left the black man sitting on the couch. Her legs felt like lead as she lifted them up the stairs, though they grew lighter the furthur she got from Ray's presence. There was something primal about him that made her want to submit, despite the fact that she loved her husband, despite the fact that Ray was of another race, and despite the fact that she really didn't like the black man. He was a bit of an obnoxious ass. Jenni sat down at the computer and typed off a quick message to Blackmanta: [Manta, I understand what you were saying about black men. My husband brought home a black friend and I find him hard to resist. He is built like you and has a cock to match. He wanted me to blow him off, saying it wasn't cheating, but I ended up giving him a handjob. I feel guilty for what I did and I love my husband, but I want this black man's cock. I've been so horny lately and my husband's in bed performance has been inadequate at best. What do I do?"] Jenni didn't know why she was writing to another arrogant, obnoxious black man asking for advice with another, though it takes one to know one. After a dream where she was the various women in "Sexual Reparations", she awoke to find Manta had responded. [What you do Jenni Scott is submit. This is the opportunity for you to discover your nature. You are a slut for black cock. My Jenni Scott had similar reservations. She told me how her horniness increased tenfold when she met me and how inadequate her own husband was. He couldn't even get an erection when I was around. It's only natural for the weaker male to grow soft and limp in the presence of a superior male,and for a female to want to submit herself to a larger more powerful cock. He's right, a blow job isn't cheating. Go show that black cock how much you appreciate it.] Jenni replied to his email with thanks then clicked on the picture of Manta's massive erection, it was so similar to Ray's. She was nude in the chair and her hand found it's way down to her pussy. It was soaking wet, just like it had been every day since Ray arrived. Ray would be in his room, asleep, probably with one of those really big morning erections men got. She knew what she wanted to do, he could be on his way to New York by the end of the day and she'd miss her opportunity. Mike would be asleep for another couple hours. She put her bikini on to protect her pussy because she didn't trust herself nor the black man. ***************** Ray woke up feeling something hot and wet around the head of his cock. He opened his eyes to see Jenni looking up at him wirh her lips wrapped around his cockhead. "You go Jenni, suck that black cock." Jenni twirled her tongue around the crown, then up over the pee-slit. She stretched her jaw open to accomodate more of his huge cock, gagging as it pushed into her throat. "Hold on, I want to see that hot bod of yours while you suck it." Ray sat up and moved over to a chair. "No, the bikini stays on." "Why you doing this?" "I had to know what it was like and didn't want this opportunity to pass me by." "Well I don't want to miss the opportunity to see ya naked." "No, I need the panties for protection." "Shit then, we'll compromise. Show me them titties." Jenni was about to object when Ray suddenly stood and ripped off her bikini top. Jenni felt her arms pulling back as he twisted the top around her wrists. Before she knew it, her hands were restrained behind her back. Ray grabbed her shoulders and roughly pushed her down. He moved around in front of her and waved his cock under her nose, her eyes following it hypnotically. Ray backed up and sat again, spreading his legs, that huge cock of his sticking out at a fortyfive degree angle. "Now finish what you started." Jenni crawled on her knees, hands bound tightly behind her back. There was no way to describe this helpless, submissive pose. Ray could throw her down and rape her right there and there would be nothing she could do to stop him. Part of her wished he'd do just that, then she'd have an excuse for trying out his cock. Instead, she wobbled over to him and began licking his cock. Her tongue touched every square inch of his cock surface before she moved her mouth back up to the head. Her throat was a little loose from earlier and she swallowed five or six inches pretty easily, then the head was pushing deeper into her throat then Mike had ever reached. Jenni could have done a better job sucking him off had her hands been free. She couldn't steady it, she couldn't guide it, she couldn't use her hands to stroke it. All she had was her mouth. Her neck and upper back grew sore as she bobbed her head rapidly over half his shaft. Strange, but she enjoyed giving head to the black man. She never enjoyed sucking on her husband's penis, she had done it as an expression of her love, but never derived pleasure from it. If her own pussy wasn't screaming for attention, she would have been perfectly content to suck on Ray's fourteen inch cock all night or until her strength gave out. Jenni's belly was even growling in anticipation of filling up with Ray's hot seed. The little taste she had gotten earlier had only whet her appetitie for more. She had never swallowed sperm in her life, never even let Mike cum in her mouth, but she was craving Ray's sperm now. Luckily, Ray's stamina gave out before her strength did, but barely and thanks to his help. Ray started bucking his hips into her oncoming mouth as his need to cum grew in intensity. He grabbed both sides of her head with hands that could have crushed her skull, but he was gentle, if aggressive. Ray started pulling her head down deeper onto his thrusting cock forcing her to swallow close to a foot. His mighty arms took over for her tired and sore neck muscles. Ray's cock head grew, swelling so big she feared it would wedge in her throat. When he came, it was with a bellow that she feared would wake Mike up. If it wasn't for the fact that she could feel the pulse in his cock pumping, she'd barely know he had ejaculated except that the growl in her belly was disappearing. He pushed her head back until she could feel a steady stream of sperm traveling down her throat. He pulled out so that just the head was in her mouth and he ran his hand along his shaft, milking out the last of his sperm so that she could taste him. "Did you like sucking my cock?" "You know I did." "Imagine how good it would feel in your pussy." Ray turned Jenni around and untied her bound hands. "Yes, I imagine it would feel good." "Just give the word and this cock is all yours." Long, Hard, And Full of Semen "Let me sleep on it." "Don't waste time Jenni, that letter could come today and then I'm gone." "I understand." Jenni left the room hoping to catch another hours sleep, but the need in her pussy was so great, she couldn't concentrate. Even if Mike could get hard it wouldn't satisfy her. The itch in her pussy was deep, only something big, something big and black could scratch it. ****************** Jenni got two unpleasant surprises that morning. Mike was sluggish getting out of bed, his head throbbing. Ray's cock had turned into an obsession with her. She got up to take a shower, imagining Ray was in there with her, he was sitting on the toilet while she road his shaft, then kneeled before him and took him in her mouth again. She had to fuck him. Jenni dried her long blonde hair and dressed in shorts and a tank top. 'Not bad for someone about to turn thirty', she thought looking at herself in the mirror. Mike was awake, lying in the bed when she came out of the bathroom. "How you feeling honey?" she asked. "Bad." "I can tell, your eyes are all red and your cheeks are puffy." "Your cheeks look a little swollen yourself." Jenni blushed, she had noticed her cheeks in the mirror, sucking off Ray two hours earlier had given them a rubbery appearance. "I drank a little too much to." She put her shoes on then added, "I know he's your friend and all, but I'd like Ray gone soon. He can stay one more day, but I'd like him to move on tomorrow. We can send him his discharge papers if they don't arrive today. I want to spend the next two weeks with my husband." "Truth is, I don't really like Ray, I find his head is as big as...well, he's cocky and arrogant," Mike said. Jenni knew he was cocky, real cocky. Mike looked at her sadly. "Honey, I'm sorry about my lack of enthusiasm in bed. If things don't get any better soon, I'll ride down to base to check with a doctor." "I understand." Jenni patted her husband's head and left the room. One fuck, that was all Ray would get, then he'd leave and things would return to normal. Jenni went to Ray's room and got her first surprise. He wasn't there, but sticking out of his duffle bag was an enelope cleary marked United States Navy." She looked at it and found her address, attention Ray Harmon on it. His discharge papers! Jenni was pissed, but also flattered. Ray wanted her so bad, he had lied about not getting his papers in the mail. She went down stairs, Ray had Mike's laptop open on the coffee table, but was in the kitchen. She joined him and began cooking some eggs. "You want a giant black sausage to go with those eggs?" he asked. Jenni looked at him. He had an arrogant smirk that suggested there was no doubt in his mind what her answer was. "Yes. I'd like to try some black sausage, but just once and then you must leave. And, you have to wear protection," she added. "No problem Jenni, but once you've had black sausage, you'll want it again and again." "We'll see." They ate in the kitchen. "I'll be back, I have some errands to run. I'll have Mike go get some things at the hardware store latter and then we can be together." "Can't wait." Jenni left the kitchen and got her second unpleasant surprise. Mike had come down and was sitting at his computer. "Ray was on here?" he asked her. Jenni nodded. "Hey," he yelled to Ray in the kitchen, "Blackmanta has some email." Mike had automatically logged into Ray's account just as Ray logged into his the time he got Jenni's pictures. Jenni froze and turned pale. "What did you call him?" "Blackmanta. That's his nickname. Manta Ray, get it? I thought it up, but we call him black manta cause he's black." Jenni felt sick. "I need to get my purse, then I'm going shopping." Ray was staring at her, looking pissed he'd gotten caught, but he still had that superior smirk on his face like he still thought they'd be fucking by the end of the day. The bastard had been conning her since before the sub had even docked. Jenni went upstairs on the pretext of grabbing her purse, instead she grabbed the envelope with Ray's discharge papers. She hid them in her purse and left the house, putting the envelope in her mailbox. She then called her husband on her cell phone and told him she wanted Ray gone today, before she got back. Mike wavered, but agreed. Then she told him to check the mailbox as soon as the postman came around noon. Jenni got home late in the afternoon, hoping Ray was already gone. Mike was in the yard with a hedge trimmer, the lawnmower was out, but he hadn't cut it yet. Jenni entered the house, finding it empty. She headed up the stairs, freezing as a giant figure loomed over her. Ray stood on the top of the steps with his duffle bag slung over his shoulder. "Nice move with my discharge papers." "I was hoping you were gone." "Not until I get what I came for." "You arrogant black son-of-a-bitch. I'll never sleep with you." "You're a black cock loving slut Jenni Scott, deep down you know it's true, ya just wont admit it. Go check your email, then meet me downstairs." Jenni ducked asside as Ray moved his giant form down the stairs. She fired up her computer and saw that she had gotten an email from Blackmanta. What she saw in the email sent a shiver of horror down her spine. All ten attachments labled "wish you were here" that she had sent her husband. Pics of her nude, god even a spread pussy shot! If this mess was happening because Mike had shown her pictures around, she'd kill him. She didn't wan't to rush to judgement though, maybe Ray had accidently goten them off Mike's laptop. The message accompanying the pictures was simple: One fuck and these are all yours. After that it read: Turn me down and I'll post them on every slut wife site on the net. After that was what made her give in. Ray had copied MIke's address folder which contained both their parents, all their friends, and the pastor who married them, email addresses. "Your answer?" asked Ray sitting on her couch when she came down the stairs. "You'll delete those pictures if I do this?" "You have my word." Ray had already posted them on several sites and gotten plenty of email from men telling him how hot his wife was. "Then I'll do it, but you must where a condom, it's not the safest time of month for me." In fact, it was her most fertile time of the month. "Where and when?" "Here and now, I've been waiting six months to feed my black cock into that tight little pussy of yours." "But what about Mike?" As she spoke, the lawnmower started up. "We have till he's done mowing and you have a nice big yard." "I'll get you a rubber." "Hurry." Jenni ran upstairs to her dresser and retrieved one of Mike's condoms. She was wearing a skirt and a nice tanktop that left an inch of her thin waist exposed. She reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties, anything to speed up the process. Ray was leaning against the couch buck naked, black banana cock swaying down halfway to his knees. She couldn't help being impressed by his magnificent body, even if he had the personality of a jack ass. "Here's the rubber." "Keep it, suck me hard and you can put it on." Jenni didn't know what she wanted anymore. Did she want to commit adultery with this jerk? Yet her nipples were hard and her pantyless thighs were wet and clammy. Her labia even felt swollen and sensitive in anticipation. 'Just fuck the cock and not the man, Jenni,' she thought to herself. "I'm only doing this cause you're blackmailing me." "Sure, whatever." Jenni kneeled at his feet, her stomach already growling as she stared at his sperm-filled balls. His cock had already plumped up and risen a little. She took the head in her mouth and started sucking. Maybe if she did a good job, he wouldn't stop her and she'd get by with another blow job? She bobbed her head rapidly, finding it easier with her hands unbound. "Enough," said Ray, placing his hand on her forehead and pushing back. Instead, she grabbed his ass and pushed ten inches of his cock into her mouth and throat. "I said enough, slut." He pushed her off him this time, his cock shooting up to point at the ceiling as it was freed. "Time to push this in your pussy." "Wait, the condom." Jenni unrolled the condom around Ray's cock head finding the rubber stoped an inch below the helmut." Ray laughed. "You poor thing, no wonder you were hungry for a real man's cock." Mike was average, but the thickness and length of Ray made the condom look tiny, like his cock was wearing a shower cap. "Where do you want me?" "Lean over the couch so that your pussy's even with my cock." Ray walked around behind her, ripping the condom off as soon as he was out of her line of vision. He lifted her skirt, bunching it up over her waist. Jenni shivered as Ray rested his huge shaft along the crack of her ass. He was pushing it against her as he lifted her shirt up over her head. Soon her bra joined her shirt and she was naked for all intense purposes. "Your going to love my cock." "Just don't kill me with that thing." Jenni was scared now that it was actually about to happen, but her body was acting like it couldn't wait. Her pussy lips had parted from the moisture as if in anticipation of the fucking she was about to receive. Before spreading her legs, she even felt a jolt of pleasure between her thighs, suggesting that her clit was swollen and distended. She had a very sensitive clit, but it usually required oral stimulation to come out to play. Ray smacked his hand between her legs and she widened her stance. He then pushed her back down so that she was completely bent over the couch, her feet now and inch off the ground, her ass raised higher then her head. He grabbed her waist and adjusted her some. Jenni looked up and out the front window. Mike was mowing right under it. He couldn't see in do to the sunlight, but she could clearly see her husband just ten feet away completely oblivious to the fact that his wife was about to get fucked by another man. Jenni watched her husband sadly as Ray's cock head pressed against her. "Ooh Jeesus," she moaned as he pressed forward. The head plowed into her stretching her wider then she'd ever been. Just when she thought he'd rip her in two, her pussy closed over the ridged head. Ray pulled back working his hips as he used her own wetness to lubricate his cock. The head acted as a plow, making room for the thick shaft. This was a cock that would fill her completely. A cock so hard and perfectly streamlined it would torpedo it's way into places no cock was ever designed to go. This was a cock designed to shoot semen in dangerous amounts to fill every recess of her womb. She shivered in fear thankful for the condom, but worried his huge amount of ejaculate would shoot it right off. Jenni bit her lower lip as a wave of pleasure shot up her spine. The head had pushed deeper then Mike's (inferior?) penis ever could. Then Ray stopped. "Is that it?" she asked. It wasn't so bad, she could take this. Ray laughed. He grabbed her arm and pulled her body up so that he could place her hand on his cock. She gripped at least seven inches of his shaft still not buried in her. "Oh dear god." He bent her back down. The next inch made her pussy spasm. It didn't know what to make of the invader, but the spasms were pleasurable. Her pussy clamped down over the shaft, squeezing it tightly as if it feared he would pull out. At nine inches she could have cum if he had been fucking her, but he was just slowly pushing it in letting her body get used to it. At ten inches, she was sweating heavily and her hands were gripping the material of the sofa so tightly her knuckles were white. At eleven, she came. Jenni couldn't help it, his cock head just hit a spot that felt so good her pussy trembled around his dick. He continued to plow forward, coming to a halt at around twelve inches. Ray pulled back a little then slammed his cock forward, penetrating a little further, but not much. "Two inches left," he said. "we'll take care of that next time." "Ooo oh, there's not gooona bee a aah next tiiime, sooo full." Jenni wasn't so sure. This felt good, real good. Her orgasm had been as big and as good as anything Mike had ever given her and Ray hadn't put anything into it. The thought of what this cock might be capable of scared her. "Oooo, Huuuury Rayeee, Mike's ahh...lmost done the front yard. Oh Jeeesus it's beeg." "Bitch, I been waiting for this a long time. I'm gonna savor every fucking minute." With that said, Ray started working his hips. He started slow at first, just pulling out an inch or so, keeping her full, but then he started pulling out more. Jenni was in a state of shock. She felt feverish, dehydrated as if all the fluid in her body had worked it's way to her pussy to keep Ray's cock juicy. "Ooo ooo aah aah aaaahhh...cumming." The head kept scraping that spot and it was driving her mad with pleasure. It was another good one and the orgasm made her see spots before her eyes. "Oh god, it's so big," she cried in a deep gasp for air as he pulled all but the very tip out, then she screamed as he slammed it forwards. "Oooh fuck. oooh fuck it's big." Ray started fucking her with twelve fat inches of cock and Jenni lost it. "Oooh fuck, ooh fuck meeee, fuck me, gimme that big cock. I lo.oh..ve.your black cock. Jesus cummming again." Jenni was wrong about the orgasms, they weren't big, they were small and they kept getting bigger. Her hips were bucking wanting to push back into his thrusting cock, but her feet were off the ground. Big orgasms were coming every five thrusts or so and they seemed to run together into one long constant orgasm. Jenni briefly heard the lawnmower along the side of the house before she had a huge orgasm that made her close her eyes. When she opened them Mike was almost done the back yard. Ray's thrusts were becoming more powerful, more driven, more eratic. He was grunting as he pounded her with a cock that felt more alive and bigger then it had just moments before. Ray bellowed and slammed his cock forwards. "Oh yes," she screamed as a torrent of cum flooded her fertile pussy. It triggered a mind-blowing orgasm that had her crying with pleasure into the couch. One thought dominated her mind before she passed out from the pleasure. 'Give me a baby. Give me a baby.' ******************* Jenni came to her senses when Mike said, "Well good luck to you." "Yeah thanks buddy," replied Ray. "Thanks for letting me use your stuff. Hope I didn't ruin your wife." "What?" "Ruin your life, staying here a few days and all." "Naw, buddy, seamen gotta stick together." Ray was standing in the doorway, duffle bag slung across his shoulder, blocking Mike's view of her. She pushed herself off the couch, using her shirt to plug her pussy from leaking all over the floor. Oh god, her pussy was full of sperm and she was holding it in with her shirt. Her fears had come true, the condom had shot off or burst. Then Jenni saw the condom sitting unrolled and pristine on the floor, unused. She felt like running over to strangle the big black man, but ran upstairs instead. ******************* The next day Jenni had to work and strangely, Diane seemed worn out and was walking with a wide stance again. Jenni got a shock when Ray showed up to take Diane out to lunch. "What are you doing here?" she asked with a slightly squeaky voice. "Oh, I came back to see Diane." Ray smiled at Diane and the plump woman seemed to melt under his gaze. Diane ran in back to get her purse, Ray turned to leer at Jenni. "I'm staying a week, but Diane thinks I'm leaving in the morning. Come over around noon and we'll fuck again." Jenni felt her pussy spasm when he said that. "I don't think so Ray. You have to be the biggest asshole I ever met. I hate you." "But you love my black cock. I ain't through with you yet, Jenni Scott. I still have the pictures. You'll be my slut the rest of the week or I'll destroy your life. I'm not going to tell you again...nice seeing you Jenni". Diane came out and the two left. Diane didn't come back from lunch. The next day, shortly after noon, Jenni found herself naked and astride Ray's crotch as she slid her wet pussy along the length of his rod. She shivered from the pleasure just rubbing it gave her. He had blackmailed her into coming to his motel room, but her body couldn't wait to get his cock in it again. "Please, you have to wear a condom this time," she begged, moaning. Her hands were gripping Ray's hard chest while his were on her breasts, squeezing them and twirling her nipples between his fingers expertly. "Nope, no rubbers. I'm too big for them anyway. I'll tell ya when I'm getting ready and you can jump off. I'll cum in ya mouth instead of ya pussy." "Ok then," she moaned. Suddenly she was hungry and it wasn't for food. Jenni raised herself up until she was squatting over him. Ray held his cock up, helping her. Jenni lowered herself, not even realizing she was smiling from ear to ear from the shear happiness she felt feeling Ray's cock enter her. "Mike gotten it up yet?" asked Ray doing nothing but lie there as she squirmed around on the end of his cock. "Doesn't matter now anyway," he said when she didn't answer. Jenni opened her eyes, the dumb grin fadiing. "Why?' "Do you think your pussy will ever be satisfied by his little prick again?" "Yes," she lied. Ray was right, her pussy had felt different since the first time they were together like it was permanantly stretched. For the first time, Jenni realized things would never be the same between her and her husband again. She felt guilty and sad, tears began rolling down her cheeks. Still, her hips were rotating around Ray's cockhead and she was slowly lowering herself over more. She was still crying when the first orgasm hit. After that nothing else mattered but getting more of Ray's cock in her. Jenni had squatted over more then half his cock when she struggled to get her legs under her, switching from squatting to kneeling. He played with her breasts while she worked her pussy over his cock. His magnificent apendage gave her orgasm after orgasm. "Are you my slut Jenni Scott?" asked Ray bucking his hips a little. "Oh oh oh ah. Ah can't lie and say I don't like it, but I'm not a slut." She had taken more this time then she had the first. Jenni wondered if they continued to fuck, would she be able to take his entire cock? "We'll see," said Ray bucking his hips harder. "Jesus, fuck me, fuck me hard," said Jenni leaning forward on his chest and kissing the big black man. Little orgasms were going off like firecrakers in her crotch building up into a grand finale, a zen like state of orgasmic bliss that had her screaming loudly. Jenni passed out with a smile on her face. When Jenni came too, they were still in the same position and his cock felt even deeper, it felt bigger too. Jeni realized he was about to cum. She sat upright, sliding down further along his shaft. Her hands came up to his rock hard stomach to push herself off him, but she was too weak from the workout and the orgasm. Her legs didn't work. "Ray, stop! Pull out." "Too late baby," he groaned holding his cock deep in her as another gallon of his black baby making seed assaulted her womb. When Jenni awoke, she was lying on the bed with her hips elevated by the bed's pillows. "I didn't want to get sperm all over my sheets," said Ray coming out of the bathroom sporting another hard-on. Jenni realized the pillows were keeping her full of sperm. She struggled to get up, but Ray got in bed, covering her with his body. "Ray..." His cockhead was pushing between her pussy lips. "Gotta get up." His cock was sliding into her. "Get your sperm out.." The bed began squeaking as Ray bucked his hips. Jenni parted her legs, wrapping them around his hips, her crotch thrusting up into his. Her nails dug into his back as the orgasms started coming. She kissed his chest submissively. "Fuck me Ray. Fuck me. Fuck me with that black cock. Fuck me master. Fuck your slut. Fuck your slut. I'm cumming." The rest of her cries were muffled as Ray settled his chest over body. Long, Hard, And Full of Semen "You're free of me Jenni Scott, I'll delete the pictures the next time I'm near a computer." "What about you?" she asked finishing dressing. "I think I will fuck Diane all day tomorrow and then leave for New York. "Oh." Jenni looked at her watch. She had spent four hours with Ray and she had only counted on being with him just over an hour. She had sucked him off once after the second fuck. He was still lying naked on the disheveled bed and even now looked like he could go again if given the chance. Ray would be wondering where she was. "I gotta get going." "Have a nice life." ***************** "This had better be fucking good," said the voice on the phone. "It's eight fucking thirty." "Ray, it's Jenni." Jenni hated herself for calling the black man. "Yeah, what you want?" "Mike just drove down to the base to see the base doctor." "So?" "He'll be gone at least eight hours." "Yeah, and?" "I want you to come over." "I planned to spend the day with Diane." "I was hoping you'd rather spend it with me." "Why do you want me over?" "I w-want you to fuck me again before you leave." "I aint wearing a condom." "I understand." "And I aint pulling out." "That's ok, I want you to cum in my pussy." "Why?" Jenni swallowed, choking a little as she answered, "because I'm a slut for your black cock." "I'll be right over." ****************** On the morning of her thirtieth birthday, several days after Mike had returned to the boat. Jenni got up and sat at the computer taking out her new foot long black dildo. She was horny for Ray's cock and masturbated to his pictures on her email. Today she reread them. [Remember when I tied your hands behind you and made you suck me off using only your mouth? (Yes) Remember fainting from cumming so hard as you rode my big cock? (she did) I loved crushing you beneath me as I pounded your pussy into submission (she remembered that too). Remember when I bent you over the couch and fucked you from behind while your husband mowed the lawn? (God yes, her first real fuck) Remember how inadeqate your husband's little prick felt after fucking a real man? (No, Mike still hadn't gotten hard, though the doctor couldn't find anything wrong with him. Jenni knew her husband was intimidated being around a real man) Remember when I hooked your ass on black cock after your pussy was mine? (No, he hadn't done that) You're my black cock slut Jenni Scott. ("I am your slut," she cried jamming the dildo into her hungry pussy) Write me back so we can fuck again. (Would he come back if she did?) The picture will remind you what you're missing. Black Manta] Jenni sent off a quick email after masturbating, begging Ray to come down for a day, offering to meet him in Jersey. Anything for his cock. She had just sent the email when the doorbell rang. She through on a robe and answered the door. It was Ray. "Make a wish," he said holding up a cupcake with a lit candle in it." "I just got my wish granted," she said pulling him in. Ray ripped her robe off as she began unbuttoning his shirt. Jenni stripped his chest, kneeling, frantically trying to get his pants off. She pulled his underwear down, smiling as she saw the red ribbon tied around his rising shaft. "There's your present." "I love it," she said. Ray was such a conceited ass, though it was the best present she'd ever gotten on her birthday. "I knew you would. I also got you this." Jenni took the bottle from him after kissing the tip of his cock. "Motion lotion?" "You're gonna need it wear I'm going. We got some unfinsihed business to take care of." By the end of the day, her ass was hooked on his cock as much as her pussy, which by the way took his entire shaft for the fist time before he left for New York. ***************** Mike got off the boat, impatient to catch a ride home. Jenni had said she couldn't pick him up and had been acting evasive since the baby came. He found out why later that day when a friend dropped him off in Salisbury. Mike burst into the house, Jenni had her back to him breastfeeding his son. She turned around a sad look on her face. He looked down and saw his son's kinky black hair and then the black face. The boy was drinking gustily from Jenni's milk-ladden breast. "There's something I have to tell you," said Jenni. Mike was hurt, shocked, stunned, but he forgave his wife. His impotence returned after he'd been t sea a month. Jenni let him fuck her, but it was never the same. he did seem to like sucking him off now, though she always sucked him long after he'd cum as if hungry for more sperm. Jenni became known around town as a cum junkie. She slept with one black man after the other in attempt to find one who could fuck like Ray. She lost count of the number of black men she sucked and fucked. The problem was they were as unsatisfying as her husband. She kept in touch with Ray via email and once in awhile one of his black friends would stay the night with her on their way South. Ray's friends were all hung musclemen and those were the nights that truly made her happy. Sometimes, if Mike was on leave, the black man would make him watch. Jenni approved as it reminded her husband why he never satisfied her anymore. After awhile, Mike seemed to look forward to the studs sleeping in his house, in his bed, with his wife. Those nights were far and few between for Jenni. She fucked a different normal-sized black man every night, sometimes two or three to better her odds of finding a hung one. Once she found a black man who'd gotten out of prison recently and had a killer body from weightlifting every day, but when he took his pants off his little seven inch dick looked pathetic sticking out of his muscle body. She yearned for big cocks constantly and eventually her yearnings turned towards New York. Ray and his buddies, the interracial porn sites she belonged too, the interracial magazines she read all originated in New York. The next time Mike came home on leave, Jenni was gone. The End Long, Hard Day She came home after a long, hard day at work, exhausted. Everything had gone wrong. Her boss started out the day ignoring her observations of a problem and had ended the day yelling at her for not bringing it to his attention. Her coworkers had been dumber than usual, and the leftovers she had taken for lunch ended up being bad, causing her to throw them away untouched. As she arrived home she saw that her husband was already home. She pulled into the garage, put the car in park, and breathed a sigh of relief. She was home. Upon entering the house she saw her husband putting away dishes in the kitchen. "Hey hon!" he said too merrily for her mood this afternoon. "How was your day?" He was always so fucking cherry at the end of the day, she thought. Sometimes she enjoyed when he had to work late, and came home downtrodden by corporate society like the rest of the rats. Served him right! "Terrible" she replied as she set her things down with a definitive thud on the kitchen table. "Oh" he said sensing her mood and doing his best to tone down his levity. "What happened?" As she launched into the details of her day, and began to put away her things from work, she could tell he wasn't really listening. He was never REALLY listening. Guys just don't know how to listen, short attention spans. But she continued on for some self-therapeutic reason detailing the low points of her day not willing to challenge her husband tonight on his listening skills. She talked about her bone-headed boss, and idiotic coworkers as she walked back to the bedroom to change. Her husband followed along still appearing to listen. ... He hated when his wife came home in a bad mood. It ruined his whole day. Today especially, as he had earlier considered a different activity for when she came home, besides being the dutiful husband, and listening patiently to his wife drone on about her day. It had been more than a month since they last had sex, and he was eager for some attention. The kind of attention that only a happy and dutiful wife would give to her husband at the end of the work day. He did his best to pay attention as she spoke and participate where he thought appropriate in her monologue, but his frustration with the lack of "activity" as of late and the obvious continuation of the shutout was hard to choke down. Poker was never his game, and he was sure his wife, of two years, was perfectly adept at reading him like an open book at all times. He followed her back to the bedroom where she was walking to go change. He continued to listen and brood. The whole situation was made more painful by her outfit that day. Open toe, three inch heals led the eye up the back of her gorgeous calves to a knee length skirt that fit very snugly around her ass and hips, which swung perfectly from side to side as she walked. Above the skirt was a white, button up blouse, that she had left unbuttoned to the point of almost showing the lacy bra she wore underneath. Her hair she had pinned up, hastily, at some point during the day. While he was sure she did not think this made her sexy, for him, it completed the package. As she moved back to the walk-in closet, and began to unzip her skirt, showing her tiny black thong underneath, his frustration rose, and he thought, "Enough is enough! A man has needs!" ... As she began to unzip her shirt, to change, she could feel his eyes move to her ass. She really wasn't in the mood today to think about him ogling her as she changed. The last thing she was interested in today was sex. Especially not standing up in their modest walk in closet. But as she complained about the incompetency of one of her coworkers, and let her skirt fall to the floor she was suddenly aware of her husband standing directly behind her. She turned to face him and repeat the things that she had moments ago thought in her own head, "No SEX!" but he grabbed her by the wrists and forced her hands up to the closet rod above her head. "What the fuck are you doing!" she said. Her husband had never been a forceful or violent man. This was completely out of character for him. "Shut up slut!" came his forceful reply. Followed immediately by a hard smack, as his hand hit her ass. "I think we've done enough talking for now," he said. As he had gone to spank her, she had tried to pull down her free arm, but he quickly grabbed it again and forced it back up to the bar. "The only thing I want to hear you say for the foreseeable future is 'Yes Sir!'" he informed her. On the one hand she was scared. He had never acted this way before. But she also felt something else, something which surprised her as much as her husbands actions this afternoon. A small part of her, deep inside, was enjoying this! ... He reached behind him and grabbed two neck ties, which he quickly used to tie her wrists to the bar. She gave a slight sigh as he tightened the second knot, securing her hands. It caught his attention. "Was this what she had really wanted all along? Was she actually enjoying this?" he thought. "There slut," he hissed into her ear "That should keep you right where I want you." Her reply charged his already stiff cock into a full on erection. "Yes, sir" she replied. He raised his left hand into the air and brought it down as hard as he could on her left ass check. She jerked forward from the shock, but his impromptu restraints held her in place, for the most part. She moaned. He was in heaven! Why had he never done this before, he thought. He stood back for a moment to admire his work. She had, for whatever reason, started to remove her skirt before she had taken off her heals. An unusual turn of luck for him today. This brought her ass up at an angle perfect for his pleasure. He reached down and uniziped his own slacks, freeing his stiff cock from their confines. He spanked her again, and moved in behind her, sliding his hard cock in between her legs as he did so. His head rubbed along the smooth fabric of the black thong allowing him to feel her warmth, and wetness already forming between her legs. She moaned again. ... "Oh Jesus!" she moaned, feeling the head of his cock run up the length of her still covered mound, and press against her swelling clit. "Sir," she added a moment too late to avoid the sting of another smack on her bare ass. "That's right. sir!" he replied. "Sounds like you need a little practice, my little whore." She looked behind her and saw him raising his hand, preparing to strike her ass again. She knew what he wanted her to say. "Yes sir", smack! "Yes sir!" smack! "Yes Sir!" smack! On each "sir" he had spanked her, and each time harder than the one before. Her ass was beginning to tingle slightly from the violent attention provided it, and she was loving it! Her panties were now soaked with her juices, and she knew he could feel it as he teased her through them with his cock. He took his cock in one hand, as he pulled back one of her ass cheeks with the other, and smacked his cock against her now swollen clit several times. Her ecstasy increased. He had a good sized cock, and she didn't think that in a demeaning manner, but now it seemed twice as big as normal. He was clearly very excited, as was she. On normal days it was by no means small, but it was not circus performer huge. The kind of cock that men envy in porn, but only pleasure women whose vaginal cavities have been desensitized to the point that it takes power tools for them to truly reach orgasm. His cock would stretch her still tight pussy during love making almost to the point of discomfort, before she would lose herself in the wave of an orgasm. Wrapping her legs around him, and digging her nails into his back while she screamed and convulsed through the ebb and flow of pleasure. She wanted that now "Please sir, fuck me," she whispered to him as he leaned in closer. ... He spanked her again, hard. "Awh!" she squeaked. "I'll decide when we do what," he replied. As he had been teasing her pussy moments ago with his now overwhelmingly hard cock, he had noticed that the full length mirror on the door to the closet was giving him a perfect reflection of their activities. He reached up in front of her and began to unbutton her blouse. He started at the bottom, and as he reached the last button at the top, he pulled the cloth back to expose her breasts in the mirror. They were still somewhat covered with her bra, but he could already tell that her nipples were hard beneath the lace. He pulled the cups down exposing her nipples, and pressing the glorious mounds of flesh up higher. She had full double D breasts, and he new the view of them dancing up and down in the mirror as he pounded her tight pussy would be fantastic. The view even now was exquisite. Her hands bound above her, head arched back towards the ceiling as he played with her nipples and continued to tease her pussy, through her thong, with his cock. "Now I'm going to fuck you slut," he whispered as he also bit her ear. ... She felt him pull down her panties. He didn't pull them down all the way but rather left them stretched between her legs slightly above her knees. Then he grabbed her hips, placed the head of his cock at the dripping wet entrance to her pussy, and slammed the whole length of himself into her in one stroke. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as his hard cock penetrated her completely filling her tight pussy. But her wetness was so great that by the second stroke she experienced nothing but pleasure at his manhood inside her. He fucked her hard, alternating trusts of his cock with the smack of either hand on its corresponding ass cheek. She felt her excitement building quickly, and she encouraged her new violent master with cries of "Yes sir, fuck me harder!" "Have you been a bad little slut?" he asked her. "Yes sir!" she replied. "Punish me sir!" Her orgasm overtook her, and she cried out "Oh God!" The closet rod, to which she was tied, creaked as she pulled at her restraints, but they held. Racked in orgasm she could barely stay on her feet. Juices from her dripped down her legs and fell upon the carpet. All the while he continued to fuck her. ... He felt her begin to orgasm and thrust deep and hard into her. He held his cock fully immersed in her orgasm for a moment, and then began to thrust again. He looked up, pleased to find the restraints, which he had so hastily tied, still holding fast. As her orgasm subsided he reached around her face with one hand and put his middle and ring finger into her mouth. She gladly sucked on them. Once they were well moistened he lowered them between her legs and began to fondle her clit as he continued to penetrate her from behind. With is still free hand, he gave her another hard smack on the ass. Then, he put his thumb in his own mouth, ensuring to get it nice and wet, before he began to rub it on her asshole. He made little circles around her rectum, pushing slightly harder each time, until he began to penetrate her ass with his thumb. He began to penetrate farther and farther with each stroke of his finger, into her ass. He could tell by looking in the mirror that the triple stimulation of his cock in her pussy, fingers on her clit, and thumb in her ass was driving her wild. She was straining against the restraints, and leaning her head into one arm. She was no longer able to articulate anything but moans of pleasure. She came again. His fingers became wet as his wife squirted for the first time in their relationship, at least that he was aware of. But he was getting close as well now. Close to feeling that wave of pleasure that he had craved so much. So much so that he started this wonderful little game. He reached for her restraints. ... She opened her mouth as he moved his fingers in front of her face, and sucked them vigorously. But he quickly pulled them out and began to play with her pussy. It was almost more than she could handle. Then she felt this thumb teasing her back door, and she lost all control. As he pressed his whole thumb into her tight asshole she felt another orgasm welling up inside her. While it may have only last a few seconds, for her it seemed like an eternity of pleasure. She had never squirted before, but she became aware of the moisture flowing from between her legs, spraying onto the clothes in the lower rack, down her legs, and onto her thong still strung between her legs. A distant thought occurred to her as she came back down from her sexual high, "Our dry cleaning bill this month is going to be a bitch!" He was reaching for her restraints, quickly attempting to undo his thorough work from before. She new what he wanted. She was his wife, and his slut. ... He removed her restraints and she literally fell to the floor exhausted. She sat with her hands behind her, breasts still out, knees part way up to her chest, and her thong still between her legs. He stood over her and began to stroke his cock. It only took a couple of pulls to release his load. Streaks of cum left his cock with great speed, shooting into her hair, onto her face, and then falling onto her breasts. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. "That's a good little slut," he said. He bent down and put his cock in her mouth, letting her suck out the last few drops of cum. She looked up at him as he did so with beautiful eyes surround by streaks of his cum. He stood up, and pulled his phone from his pocket. "I want to remember this," he said as he snapped a picture of his gorgeous wife sitting on the floor, covered in his cum. He saved the picture, put away the phone (and his dick), and walked out of the closet. "I'll let you get cleaned up," he said as he walked back out to the house. "Let me know if you need any help with dinner." ... She fell to the floor, exhausted, and glad to be no longer standing. Above her, her husband stood. His cock and balls swollen and eager to explode. The first streak of cum shot out of his cock at alarming speed, flew over her head and landed mostly in her hair. She knew there would be a lot more where that came from. Dutifully, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and slightly stuck out her tongue. "His little slut knows now to take a cumshot," she thought. She could feel his cum splashing on her face and breasts in great streaks. It dripped down her face and onto her tongue. She loved the taste of his cum. Though, she would never tell him that. He moved towards her and put his dick in her mouth. She did her best to resist the urge to gag as he forced it against the back of her throat. Smaller spasms of cum were still leaving his cock and pooling in the back of her mouth. "What a load!" she thought. "He must have not jerked off for weeks!" The thought of him saving his semen for her certainly pleased her, and she opened her eyes to look up at him as his orgasm finally subsided. As he pulled his dick from her mouth she swallowed the load that had accumulated there. She was vaguely aware of him taking the picture. She couldn't make herself care about much at the moment, tired as she was now. She did hear him say something about dinner, as he walked away. "I am pretty hungry now," she thought. She pulled herself slowly to her feet, removed what was left of her clothes, and got into the shower. As the hot water washed her husbands cum from her body she thought, "Maybe today wasn't such a bad day after all," and then, "I really hope he does something like that again!" Long Hard Night The loud chirping of the morning birds finally persuaded me to crawl from under the downy comforter that comforted me through the night. There were just the beginnings of a chill in the air as this was the transition between autumn and spring. My feathered friends must have been excited at the slight rise in temperature. I know that I was. Even though autumn is my favorite time of year, I cherish the warmth of the sun. So I reluctantly rolled off the comfortable bed and slipped my chilly toes into the slightly warmer comfort of my slippers. James had given me a fantastic tongue job last night and that memory still lingered between my legs. Passing by the window, I opened the drapes watched the sun peeping out from behind a daunting looking cloud. It wasn't going to be a pretty day. I found James in the kitchen after following the smell of something delicious. He was cooking crepes and they not only smelled appetizing, they also made me feel comfortable. I kissed him on the forehead and he pecked my lips. "Mmmmm, those smell really yummy and are making my stomach happy! When will they be ready?" I ventured to ask. 'I didn't make these for you, my dear; I thought I'd take them to work to sweeten up my new boss. I don't want to go out of town again for another two weeks!" he snapped a little angrily. "You've only been back for a week, how can they send you out again? Isn't there anyone else that can make the decisions about the program over there?" I was becoming a little angry myself. "We'll see. I just hate to miss that party tomorrow night. It sounds like such fun," he sulked. "I hate seeing you in this mood, but I know you must go through it. Is there anything I can do to help?" "Yeah, you can call work and tell them I ran away from home!" his anger was building. He placed the crapes on a warming dish and pulled out a chair indicating I should sit and eat. I pulled two pancakes off the platter and filled one with cherries and sour cream and the other with raspberries and blueberries. I rolled them into tubes and poured powered sugar over them. The fragrance was sweeter than anything I could imagine. I felt like I was in a restaurant made especially for me. James poured us some coffee and he joined me at the table. Even though he made himself a few crepes, he barely touched them. He just picked at the soft pancake and mumbled until I finished mine. "James, you need to tell her that we have plans and that she'll just have to find someone else to close that deal in Seattle. You've not her slave, you're mine Damnit!" I rattled on. "It's not definite, but you know how she is!" "Then tell her I made plans," I cajoled him. "I'll call you later and let you know how I made out," he assured me while putting the dirty dishes into the sink. We walked to the front door together and he kissed me good-bye. I watched until he backed out of the driveway and waved as he sped away. I busied myself picking up some clothes that were strewn around the house. After throwing them into the washer, I ran myself a hot bath and immersed myself in the healing heat. I closed my eyes and let it consume me. The ringing of the phone woke me up. I had no idea how long I had dozed, but the water had gone cold. "Hello!" I answered still groggy. "Were you sleeping?" came James' voice. "Actually, I fell asleep in the tub and now the water's cold. Hold on a minute while I get something around me," I explained. I stepped out of the now chilled water and wrapped a fluffy towel around my wrinkled body. "Hi, sorry about that. I think it's the weather." "No problem. I was just afraid you might be sick, sleeping again so soon after you woke up." "Anyway, I'm just calling to let you know that I have to stay tonight. There are some problems that seem overwhelming for everyone else. But I won't be alone. I have persuaded the head honcho that several others talents are definitely needed and Susanne has informed them that they also must remain and get this finished." James explained. "I'm going to miss you tonight," I told him. "Well, I suggest you find a real man to take care of you; I'm sorry I wasn't able to set one up for you," he sounded angry or upset. "I'll do what I have to do; don't worry about me," I assured him. After we hung up, I pulled out my phone book and surveyed the names of possible partners. None seemed to appeal to me. I was in a funny mood. I wanted someone new and exciting. I wanted an adventure. I made myself some lunch and pulled out the newspaper. I turned to the current events section to see what might be going on in town. There was a car show; that would definitely pull in some males and that might be a good starting place. Then I saw that a new club was opening just down the street, another good gathering spot. The alcohol would help me relax. There was a premiere for a new movie; that didn't sound very hopeful for a new playmate. I decided to go see the new cars. More light there to view the possibilities, I wouldn't want to pick up someone that might be a serial killer. I could put on something that would attract someone exciting. After a long, luxurious bath, I scrutinized my closet and pulled out my most sexsational dress that would pull them to me without being overly dressed. It was light blue with a deep dip between my full breasts and a very short skirt landing just below my Venus garden. Spritzing on my favorite perfume, I felt sexy and appealing. I licked my index finger and touched it to my full hip and made a sizzling sound the spoke aloud "Hot!" I was ready to play the crowd until I found the right man to fuck the night away. One last look at the hair and off I went to view the new cars and the eligible men who desired them. The trip took only fifteen minutes and when I entered the showroom at the auditorium it seemed that all eyes turned from the vehicles and landed on my full tits. I held my breath. A smile crossed my lips as I proceeded into the room. I held my head high in confidence as I was approached by someone I was sure was a salesman. "Good evening, ma'am, how are you doing this evening," his smile was bright and his eyes wondered over my body. "I'm good, thank you," I responded. "Fantastic!" He licked his lips. "Is there any car in particular that you might like to look at tonight?" "Not really, just wanted to drop in and see the new models; my boyfriend and I are thinking of buying a new vehicle this year," I smiled demurely. "Well, I'd be glad to show you my wears," he blushed. "That would be nice," I cooed as a circle of man-flesh surrounded me. My salesperson seemed spooked by them. "Are you looking for a luxury vehicle or a sports car? Personally I think you would look perfect in our latest sports car, convertible top, electric starter; zero to ninety in just six seconds. I can just see your hair blowing in the wind as it teases you." Glancing down slightly, I noticed that his crouch had stiffened. A slight smile crossed my lips. "I think I'll just browse for a while if you don't mind," I told him. "Certainly! If you need anything, my name is Jeff, just call and I'll be there!" I could here the anticipation in his voice. "Thank you, Jeff; I'll call you if I need you," I smiled and turned toward a sexy little green coup. I walked toward it with my eyes on an equally sexy male. His smiled brightened as he noticed me heading his way. I stopped at the vehicle and his smile grew brighter. Casually, he approached me. "Nice looking car, don't you think?" "Yes, it is. Looks like something I might enjoy. Sleek, fast, endurance, and drives hard; my kind of ride." I said softly as I looked him first in the eyes then traced a path to his manhood. He blushed at first then his eyes connected to mine. He held out his hand, "I'm Kent, do you have a name that matches your looks?" "I don't know; I might," I teased him. "Oh, come on, I've told you my name. Please share with me!" "Now that's something I might do," I smiled and glanced again at his crouch. There was a twitch and his face blushed. "I would like to see how this car feels, want to join me in there?" "Sssure", he hesitated only a second before he opened the passenger door. As I slid in my skirt rose to just below my garden; he could see that I had on no underwear. Kent licked his lips, closed the door and rushed around to the driver's side of the car. Once behind the steering wheel, his moist hand touched my exposed thigh. "Soft skin," he whispered as if he was afraid that someone might hear. "Thank you," I smiled and opened my knees. Kent pulled in his breath and let it out again. "Warm in here, huh?" "Oh? I'm pretty comfortable," I smiled. "Okay, just don't want you to feel crowded." "On the contrary, I feel very comfortable." I glanced at his left hand. A wedding ring wrapped around it. "How long have you been married?" "Seven years," he answered nervously. "Happy?" I asked. "Mostly." "Any children?" "No, we had problems there. And maybe it's for the best since I'm a bit immature myself." Kent revealed. "Hmmm, just a child at heart, huh?" "Yeah, sometimes; most times," he blushed. "You're not wearing a ring." "No, but I have a special friend. He likes me to play around; he likes to watch me playing around," I smiled. Nervously, he scanned the room. "Is he here now? Is he watching now?" I giggled. "No, he had to work tonight and I got lonely. So I decided to find someone to play with on my own. His hand scooted towards my wet pussy. His little finger found its mark. My clit exploded with excitement at his touch. He blushed and said, "I'm sorry, I don't really mean to be this forward. I've never met anyone like you. You're beautiful and open and willing. Not a combination I've ever seen." I just smiled and licked my lips. Kent leaned toward me and his mouth covered mine. On parting he said, "You taste good too!" I laughed and said, "Thank you! Wanna go for a test drive?" At that he looked like a deer in the headlights. Then he shook his head and made it back to the present. He licked his lips and asked, "Did you just invite me to your place?" "Yes, I did. I can tell that you are interested. And I like your boldness." He cleared his throat and licked his lips again. Then he scanned the showroom probably to see if there was anyone there that knew him. Turning to me he asked, "Will he be home when we get there?" "No, he's working all night," I assured him. Licking his lips again, he nodded his head enthusiastically; "Hell yeah, I want to go!" "Do you want to follow me or do you want to drive with me?" "I should follow you. Are you very far from here?" "Only about five minutes." "Let's go!" his eyes gleamed with excitement and his prick pushed at his jeans. He ran around and opened my door. As I stepped out, I made sure to spread my knees open for all the world to see my bare pussy. All eyes turned my way. I smiled; Kent blushed but proudly took my arm and led me out of the showroom. I heard someone say, "Lucky bastard!" I lead the way home and Kent stayed on my tail, careful not to lose me. He parked behind me and was quick out of his vehicle to open my door. He took my key and opened the door. I walked in and turned on the lights. "Nice place you have here," he sounded nervous. I decided to get the small stuff out of the way and try to make him comfortable enough for that prick of his to get stiff enough to please me. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, just a little nervous," he blushed. "Nothing to be nervous about, you're safe with me. I have condoms, and I don't bite unless you want me to. I promise, no one is going to come bashing through the door and kill you or us. I will do mostly anything that you desire providing it isn't harmful to me." I tried to assure him. Kent took a deep breath and then walked up to me. His mouth covered mine and his tongue darted deep into my mouth. I felt the stiffness grow in his loins. "You smell so good. I'm never going to forget that fragrance. What is it called?" "Realm," I smiled. "I really like it; it turns me on like nothing I've ever smelled. Maybe I should get some for my wife," he smiled. "Then maybe she'd turn me on again." "That's entirely possible. Especially since it's full of Pheromones. Guaranteed to turn a man's eye and make his dick hard." I cooed. His eyes gleamed and he said, "It's working on me." His hand grabbed his hard prick and he licked his lips. "Would you like to help me with this thing?" he asked slyly. I licked my lips as he slipped the throbbing head out of its bonds. It wanted to feel that thickness between them. "Mmmm; that looks very tasty." I knelt before him and took the long shaft into my warm mouth. I first licked around the arrowed head. It was smooth and felt like velvet in my mouth. I felt my juices spewing into my hot cunt. I needed desperately to be fucked! As my face slid up and down the long shaft I felt the fluids building up in my pussy. I also felt his jizm rushing to his knob. My mouth anticipated the burst of his salty juices and my nipples became hard in the anticipation of his fluids splashing into my hungry orifice. "Oh gaud!" Kent cried as his salty cum gushed into my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as possible, almost gagging on the excessive amount of cum he shot into my throat. His body shuddered with the release and his hands dug deep into my shoulders as the flow of passion attacked his being. Once all his fluids had escaped, he fell to the floor, exhausted. Kent looked up at me from the carpet. "It'll only take a few minutes and I'll be able to give you at least as much pleasure as you just gave me." I licked my lips and smiled. "I'm looking forward to my turn." I licked my lips then the tip of his pecker. His body shuddered with pleasure once again. His eyes closed and one hand found my erect clit. He pinched it lightly and then ran his thumb over its tiny head. Fire coursed through my body. I went to the bedroom and pulled off my dress. I would leave any stains for James' pleasure. Then I stepped into the shower and basked in the hot water that released the remainder of my passion. Lathering my breast with the soft soap I let my fingers explore the regions Kent's hands had ignored. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasures only I knew how to elicit. My eyes closed, my fingers caressing my sensitive parts and my mind enjoying the games I played, I was shocked into reality as hands pulled mine away from my Venus garden. Opening my eyes, Mark was smiling at me. I told you that I would only be a few minutes. His mouth opened slightly and he ran his tongue across his lips. Then his hot lingua touched the tip of my now erect nipples. A shiver ran the length of my body. My pussy begged to be filled. I threw back my head and surrendered the rest of me to him. His chest was fuzzy with thick dark hair and it tickled as he pressed against me nibbling my neck with his lips as his hands explored all of my secret places. I moaned aloud as his touch tingled on my skin. The water became warmer as his mouth covered my slit and his tongue slipped inside of me. His hands supported my weight for I could no longer do so. The splash of the water stopped suddenly. I felt him lift me out of the shower and opened my eyes for the first time since he had entered the porcelain cubical. Kent wrapped me in a towel and dried my hair and face. Then he again began kissing me. His mouth was warm and his hands explored every inch of me. Carrying me into the bedroom, he gently lay me on the bed. He arranged my hair on the pillow and then spread my legs wide. Climbing onto the mattress, he knelt between my V-d legs and his hot tongue lapped at the juices that were now flowing there. I moaned with pleasure and pressed his head deeper between my legs. "Lick it good baby; Mama's really hungry tonight." He dug in and his nose flicked my clit as his tongue fucked me. It was really nice, but I really wanted a long hard Johnson in me. I wanted to be fucked until I couldn't walk. I pushed him away from me and turned him over. His prick stood tall, wagging back and forth. I took it in my hand and stroked it slowly. I licked at the throbbing head and then I straddled him. His pipe slid easily into my wetness and lightening flowed down my legs. My breath caught as the warmth flowed through me. My knees pushed up and down fucking his prick slowly at first. He licked his thumb and forefinger then massaged my clit. With the other hand he played with my now hard nipples. The friction of our passion warmed me and my legs pumped faster to drive his pipe deeper into my horny pussy. "Fuck me good baby! I need this more than you can know!" I cried as my head fell back, my hair tickled my hips. Kent's hands found my waist and he assisted my rhythm making the fire burn hotter. He lifted me up and down quickly and I felt I was on a carousel, riding my favorite big horse. I closed my eyes and my head fell backward as he jacked his shaft deeper and deeper in my hot fluids. The gush of his manhood overflowed my cunt and spilled into his dark pubic hair. I wanted James to be home to lick him clean and suck his seed from me. But alas, he was not. I rolled off him and soon heard the gentle breathing of his sleep. Still not satisfied, I wanted more. I didn't want to wait until he awoke for another round. I thought, 'I should have picked up two. I went to the dresser and pulled the biggest dildo I had and sat on the side of the bed. Legs open wide, I shoved the plastic dick deep into the fluids that had been deposited there. Pulling it out, I smeared the slippery cum onto my still hard breasts. Then pulled them to my mouth and licked his salty gift again. Fucking myself once again with fake cock, I played with my hard clit and my body shook with pleasure. But I was still denied the release that a long hard fuck would have given me. The third time the phallus was pushed into my cunt it was snatched from my hands and replaced by a really large piece of living flesh. "This can never do what I can!" he said as he stroked his long prick while slipping its head in and out of my lips. "I just needed a little nap. Now I'm ready to take care of you the rest of the night! Get on your knees, baby because I'm gonna fuck your tight, sexy pussy doggy style!" "Mmmmm, that's what I need, an all nighter! I want you to fuck me like I've never been screwed before. I want you to make me beg for more." I whispered into his ear as I licked it. "You're going to throw out that boyfriend of yours before I'm through with you!" he guaranteed me. Kent pushed me back onto the bed, then flipped me over, rump in the air. His fingers ran between my pussy lips then his tongue explored the salty area. "Mmmm, tasty." I'm gonna do your cunt first, cause I don't wanna attack your ass until I'm really hard. His first ram was hard and I wasn't ready for it. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Then he slowed, just enough, to make it come in waves of pleasure. His movements were slow and deep. He found those special, tingly places; my body sang joyfully and responded in a way I had never known before. Kent's hand rested lightly on my hips, at first, then on my shoulders as his shlong slid effortlessly in and out of my flower garden. My pussy generously stayed lubricated providing him all the moisture he needed to keep going. He screwed me tirelessly for several hours. Then exhausted he whispered, "I need to call my wife and rest for at least a half an hour before I can continue one. I'm not as young as I use to be." Long Hard Night I laughed and rolled off the bed. My coochie was raw and it burned, but it felt delightful at the same time. As he rolled off the bed, Kent asked, "Can I use your phone or should I go to a bar and use one?" "I think you need to make that decision. I don't know how demanding your wife is or how she would feel if she knew you were here fucking me." "Better go to a bar, where's the closet one?" "About five minutes down the road, The Crisscross Room. Just watch out there; I heard someone was shot there, last week, and all the women have crabs." I teased and laughed out loud. "I won't be long. Keep that pretty little twat warm for me," he leaned down and ran his tongue over my clit then rammed his linguae deep in my mouth with a hard kiss. While he was gone, I called James. The phone rang three times before he answered. "James here!" he answered. I could hear the tiredness in his voice. "Hi! How are things going over there?" "Oh, hi yourself! It's going slower than I had hoped, but we're getting things arranged. What have you been doing this evening?" "Well, I have a gift for you when you get home. I'll try to keep it warm until you get here. It's heavy and thick. I really believe you'll love it." I chided him. "Now you're getting me hard. Not good since I can't control it. Where did you find him?" "I pulled out the paper and found him at a revealing of new cars. His name is Kent and he's married. He had to go call his wife and let her know he was running late, real late. So, I thought I'd give you a call and tell you what you're missing." "Totally unfair!" he laughed. Just make sure you keep it warm. Tastes better that way." "Yes, dear," I giggled. "Well, I have to run. Maybe I'll be lucky and can get home before your new friend has to return to his wife." "Maybe, have a good night. Bye!" "Bye! And thanks for the energy boost!" I could hear his smile. "It's my pleasure," I assured him and hang up the receiver just as the doorbell rang. I opened it without even thinking to cover my body. What if it hadn't been Kent? Oh well; it was he. Who else would knock on my door at three o'clock in the morning? "Boy! Was she ever pissed! I told her I had gone to this bar and when I got ready to leave someone had flattened my tires. I told her I had no way to get home. Bitch didn't even offer to come pick me up." "Well, I guess I could take you home. Or better yet, you could stay the rest of the night." "Now that's an option I like. But what about your boyfriend; I thought he was coming home?" "He will, sometime in the morning. You can do all kinds of sexy and kinky things to me before he gets here." "Do you know the time? It's already three o'clock. Only a few more hours before the sun will peek over the clouds. Then I'll have to return to the Queen Bitch. Come on, I need to get all the pleasure I can before then." Kent took my hand leading me back to the bedroom. The sheets were cold and wet from our previous romp. I tore then off and we put clean sheets on the mattress. Slipping into the bed, Kent rolled over on his back and took his long dick in his hand. He stroked it form hilt to tip slowly and moaned softly. Watching him run his thumb over its opening as the precum trickled out made me wet. I wanted to cover his knob and lick the salty fluid while he lapped at my wetness. I knelt between his open legs and pushed away his hand. Licking my lips, I covered the velvety mushroom in the thick saliva that covered the inside of my mouth. The tip of my tongue darted in and out of the salty, sticky cum. It felt slippery on my lips. I licked my fingers and massaged the thin membrane under his balls. Around and around I teased this erogenous area, then without warning, I pressed my fingers deep into his ass and tickled his prostate. "Oh baby," he breathed heavily. "Oh yeah, do it bitch, fuck my ass! Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Ohhhh yeah! Ahhhhhhh! Feels so good! Don't let it stop. Suck me, suck me baby!" I bent over his long prick and slipped the tip of my tongue into his pee hole then playfully licked in and out of it while my hand continued massaging that most erogenous area. "Marry me. I'll get a divorce and you can loose that wimp of a boyfriend. I keep you happy every day of your life. Come on, marry me!" "Can't do that. I need more than one man to please me. You could never handle that. I need to be fucked every night at least four or five times. It would kill you to keep up with me." "Okay, stay with that wimp of a boyfriend, but let me come take care of you at least three or four times a week. My wife is a cold bitch and honestly I'm lucky to catch her in the shower without clothes. She wears these granny gowns and puts rollers in her hair. Not what I bargained for six years ago." "I'm sure James would love to have a new Bull, especially one with your talent. You wouldn't be put off if he sucked your hose from time to time would you?" "Damn! No, that's more than my wife does that's for sure. Bring him on. His mouth is probably better than hers any day. But right now you can suck it," he smiled as he placed his hand on the back of my head and slightly pressed my mouth over his bobbing mushroom. Eagerly, I sucked him in and his fingers buried themselves in my wetness. My hips rose to meet them and tried to force them deeper. "That's it baby, slow though; deep and slow. Yeah, that's the way I like it," his hand held my head close to his pubic area. His hair tickled my nose. It excited me and my mouth sucked hard, trying to pull that salty seed back into my mouth. Suddenly, Kent jumped up and rolled me over. "I'm going to cum and I want it in your pussy. I want it to run down your legs and then I want your cuck to come home and drink me out of you. And while he's sucking my juices out of you, I'm gonna fuck his tight little ass and maybe even yank his useless prick. Think he'd like that?" With my mouth full of him, all I could do was nod my head and mumble; I couldn't talk coherently. For the next two hours he screwed me in every orifice I had and even in my armpits. Then he fell asleep. About six o'clock, I heard the front door open. I stayed in the bed because I didn't want to rouse Kent. James tiptoed into the bedroom. I smiled and waved. He gave me thumbs up and then walked around the sleeper to view the man who had covered his bed with cum. I saw his dicklett twitch and knew he was pleased. He came back to my side of the bed. I sat up and placed my legs over the side of the bed. I opened them wide and with my fingers revealed the thick cum that was overflowing my sore pussy. "Lick it up and suck it out." "Yes, Mistress, with pleasure!" he whispered not wanting to stir my guest. He knelt in front of me. His fingers gently grazed my clit as he slid then down the middle of my puffy pussy lips. "Looks like you had a real good time last night. He must have turned you every way but loose," James whispered. I just smiled and nodded my head. Then pressed my swollen cunt into his face. His experienced tongue quickly found its way into the liquid center of my sex. Moaning, he lapped at the heavy cum. His hands squeezed my thighs and pulled me closer to him. Soft moans escaped my lips and my hands push hard on the back of his head forcing his nose deeper into my cunt and his tongue further into the cum inside of me. Unbeknownst to either of us, halfway through James' cleaning Kent awoke. He had lain there secretly watching James as his tongue artfully brought me to an orgasm and he scraped the seed from my nookie. "Get up here, wimp, I'll help you with that!" Kent demanded. Looking up, James answered, "Yes, Master!" and crawled onto the bed. Kneeling on the bed, between my legs, James continued his clean up and Kent squatted behind him. I handed him some lubricant and he squirted it onto his butt. Then he spread James' cheeks and forced his large pole into James' bunghole. James bit his lip to keep from crying out. He continued to attempt to clean me but was having problems. Kent was oblivious to this. He continued to ram his rod deep into James' butt. With it being so tight, it was only a short time before I felt the warm cum fall onto my bare legs. Kent pulled out and James fell to the bed. His face was red and I knew that his behind was hurting as well. "Shall I clean you, Master?" James asked. "Damn right, you'd better!" Kent snarled. James turned to him and took his prick into his mouth. I could tell he didn't like the taste of the phallus, but did what he must. Kent bonked James' face as of it were a snatch. His jizz dripped down James' chin and onto my uncovered legs. Once he had emptied his hose, he threw James off the bed. "Go run a shower for me, sissy boy. I need to get home and satisfy the wife," Kent demanded. "Yes, Master!" James replied and left the room. I heard the water running and rolled off the bed. "Where you going, baby?" "I need some coffee; would you like some?" "That sounds good, really good actually! Sure, black, no sugar." I put a robe on and headed for the kitchen. When I returned, Kent was in the shower. I heard him moaning as the hot water refreshed him and cleaned the night before off him. I took his coffee in the bathroom and told him it was there. Then I went back into the bedroom where James sat on the side of the bed. He seemed deep in thought. "What are you thinking about?" "I was wondering if he treated you like he did me this morning." "No, he didn't. He was very good to me and gave more than I expected. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. You had a great time then, I take it?" "Yes, one could put it that way. I'd say it was a long, hard, night myself." His sly smile snuck across his face and his eyes twinkled. "Damn, I need to get to work, babe. Thanks for last night. Best I ever had; honestly. I will be back just like I promised. Nice meeting you, man, maybe you can join the fun next time I'm here." "Yeah, that sounds great," James replied and escorted Kent to the door. He returned and said, "I'm really tired; I've had a long night. But I'm glad you had a long hard night too." He winked, took my hand and led me to the kitchen. We had a cup of coffee. Then we both jumped in the shower. James then went to sleep. I found a good book to read and went out to the hammock so the birds could serenade me while I read. ~ Lady Dora Long Hard Ride *I know a lot of people prefer to have a story line and background for these types of stories, but I did not include too much of a plot, so this is mostly a quick scene. If you don't like that, then don't read it. Other than that, I hope you enjoy!* First, looking over you, I stand in the doorway, eyeing your curious body shape. I try to depict what emotional state you're in by how you hold yourself. Coming to a verdict that since we had never met before this, you're nervous, but excited. More excited than nervous. And as you pointed out, it's quite hard to miss your excited side. Taking a step toward you, I notice you inhale. My cue. Keeping eye contact throughout my short journey across the room, my head swims with thoughts and ideas. My eyes reassure you, and allow you to relax under my initial soft, gentle caress across the cheek. Hey, men are not the only one with primal instincts, as one will soon discover. Locking lips, our tongues dance passionately. My hands wander eagerly across your body, a thin barrier of cloth barricading my direct touch to your skin. Seeming to sense this, while still kissing, you reach down and pull your shirt off. And for the brief moment where our lips parted it seemed like an eternity. Having a full view of your chest now, my heart beats with lust and passion. That synthetic relationship through plasma crystals and a keyboard is long gone. This is the real thing...Taking advantage of that thought and the realization that it won't last forever, I continue, more diligently then before. Trapping one of your soft nipples in between my teeth, my hands ravage for the scrape of your belt buckle, and when found, as though my hands and teeth were connected, I pull. The leather releases from it's metal sheath, and my tongue has now replaced my teeth. Circling the tough, yet soft, mound of lusty flesh with my tongue, I rip the belt from your belt loops and toss it across the room...Leaning away from you get a better view I see you standing there, eyes closed and head back, your hands where my head used to be. Noticing the lack of woman against you, you slowly open your eyes and find me staring. Your eye brow raises slightly and that immediately sets me off. Groping for the button to your jeans, our lips once again meet and commence that passionate tongue tango... Frustrated with the stubborn zipper, I grab the legs of your pants and have to pull away from your mouth for a second to rip the jeans to the floor down to your ankles. The force causes your boxers to join the flimsy denim on the floor. Standing there butt naked, you look helpless. And I love it. Taking advantage yet again of the situation, I grab a hold of your arms and shove you roughly backward onto the bed. Scrambling after you, I peel my shirt off of me and tear my bra from my chest, ignoring the pain as the clasps snap against my skin. Bare chested and breathing heavily, my eyes dart across your bare flesh like a snakes tongue...I feel myself salivate when my vision finally pauses on your stiffened sex. The way it's standing readily at attention is excruciatingly difficult to ignore. But I feel that I must. It's still too soon for contact in those intense areas... Leaning forward so our faces are just centimeters apart, I grab a hold of your arms and place them on my hips, willing you on to slide my skirt from my quivering hips. Doing as you're commanded, you quickly slide the fabric down my thighs, caressing the skin and you travel, till you reach my knees. I lift my ass into the air so as you can remove the skirt over my feet. This motion sends a jolt through your cock and I see it jump slightly. Smirking, I kneel there, straddling your legs, avoiding any initial contact between my body and yours. Feeling the loss of contact, you try to pull me closer but I grab your hands and stare into your eyes, willing them to fall back onto the bed. With a little force from my own arms, they retreat and lie above your head. Your arms now under the full weight of my body. Remembering the bedside table, I release one hand from you to open the top drawer. Trying to sneak a hand from under my single right one, you attempt to reach for one of my neglected tits. Snapping my head quickly back to you as I find what I'm looking for, I glare and forcefully push it back down. Pleading floods your eyes and the lust and longing clouds your pupils. Smiling sweetly I whisper intently in your ear, "Don't worry, baby...you don't need to lift a single finger...it'll be worth it in the end..." Accepting the reassurance in my voice, your arms relax and I can slap the cold metal cuffs easily around your wrists and one bar of the rought-iron bed. You shiver from the sleek metal and from excitement, I let my nails travel from the palms of your hands, to your cuffed wrists, down your forearms, to you the inside of your elbows, dragging my nails lightly. Toward your chest, and down it. To your stomach, and around it. Then reaching that sacred pole, I place a single finger on the base of your throbbing shaft, and push it toward my face so that it's pointing to the sky instead of resting heavily upon your stomach. Forming my mouth in a tight "o" shape, I begin to blow every so lightly on the length of your rock hard rod. I bend my neck so that I can just reach the edges of your balls, and the return to the head. Leaning closer, I halt literally about half and inch from the tip and slowly let my tongue slide out. You're watching me, and I'm watching you watching me. Out of impulse I can feel your eager hips lift from the bed. Pushing them back down I continue to let my tongue hover above the crevice in the head, before sucking my tongue back into my mouth, denying oral contact. I watch your shut your eyes in anticipation. I watch them squinch. Letting an enormously heavy breath out, your hips relax entirely. So I reward you with a quick peck on the head of your cock. Your breath shudders and quivers, and I watch you as you lick your lips. A strong jump from your eager cock pushes the finger still holding your cock vertical, out of the way, and your solid sex slaps against your stomach. Returning to my nail's journey, I drag them more heavily down your thighs toward your calves and feet. Stopping as I reach your ankles, your breath has become shallow. I try to restrain the overwhelming and intense urge to seize your hips right then and there and just impale myself roughly with your delicious manhood. Trying to regain my mental composure, I falter slightly, and begin to scoot my hips and soaking wet pussy toward your calling cock. Hearing your gasp and slight moan as you catch a quick glimpse of my swollen, pink, lips and enlarged clit, snaps me back into reality. Retreating my forbidden flowers to a place where your vision does not reach, I continue to scoot toward your face. I'm kneeling now, moving toward your face. Reaching your chest and nipples, I pop a squat right there. I let my dripping pussy drip on your chest. The heat and warmth from my throbbing sex sends shiver throughout your body. My juices slowly flow down your sides...I lean in for a kiss on your lips and just before we touch, I pull back. Punishing you for almost unintentionally seducing me. Disappointed, you drop your head onto the pillow. I lean to your ear and whisper again, "You almost had me. Nice try." I let my hot breath linger in your ear before sliding my tongue around and over the lobe. Sucking it into my mouth and nibbling gently on it, I let my hand hold your wrists firmly. Retreating, I face you again. I watch your eager eyes examine my pert breasts. My nipples are eager for attention, and you can tell. Observing your longing, I once again lean in for a kiss, relieved, you lift your head to receive it. I jerk my head back an inch and watch you struggle. Attempting to kiss you one last time, I lean so close to you our breath tickles each other's lips. Barely moving your head upward, I sense the movement, and once again pull backward. Completely and totally overwhelmed with lust and frustration, you managed to break from the restraints. Before even registering what had happened, you're on me in a millisecond. In a flurry of arms and legs, I'm beneath you now, under your eyes and under your arms and you pin my down upon the bed. Groping for the metal cuffs, you slap me in. "Awww shit..." I think. Panting heavily. You glare and grind your teeth from the pain in your overly aroused cock. Lowering yourself on top of me, you slide your shaft up the length of my torso, and back down again. Leaning in to whisper, you breathe "Hah...I DO have you. Nice try. You're mine now...." I can't say I'm completely disappointed with the turn of tables. Realizing your freedom, your hands drop immediately to my tits below you. You roll my hard nipples between your thumb and forefinger, and lash at my neck with bites, pulls and licks. Moaning from this sudden attention, I shudder involuntarily. Dropping the hand that was busy with the nipple, you lower it to my eager snatch. And willing feed it your intent middle finger. Stroking my inner walls, you continue to orally manipulate the flesh of my neck. Feeling me clench my tunnel around your single, working finger, you know that the heightened teasing and lack of contact has put you over the edge and you were far beyond close a while ago. The same goes for me. My breath increases along with the rhythmic spasms of my fuck tunnel and I struggle helplessly in my restraints like a helpless mouse being hunted my a hungry cat. You pull out immediately, unable to stand the lack of intercourse, and hungrily guide your anxious cock to my snatch. Awaiting the penetration, I whisper hoarsely, "Yes...oh go please yes pleeeease!! Just fuck me, it's been too long, pleeease...please oh please..." and my whispers fade into delicious moans as you obey my pleads. You thrust inward quickly and hard. Grabbing my shoulders and holding yourself in as deep as you possibly can. My breath disappears and I hold it until you slowly pull out again.... Releasing heavy sighs, I struggle against the cuffs and watch you have your way. You pull out so that I'm almost completely empty again aside from the very tip. Then thrusting forward again, hard. S o hard you hit my stomach and send a jolt of unbelievable pressure into my entire body. You increase your devilish speed and continue the piston-like motions. Unable to contain my noises any longer, I let them out. A wave of erotic moans burst out Accompanied by sighs and gasps. In between moans and sighs, I manage to say, "Oh jesus christ, go, go!!" So you do...You throw me hard against the bed and watch my tits bounce playfully from each thrust. Feeling remorse, you unlock the cuffs and sigh with relief as my hands fly around your neck. I bury my head in the slope of your neck and breathe in your sweet manly aroma and I let one finger down my clit and I begin to work it while you're practically putting a hole in my stomach. I tell you to keep going. So you do. And you fuck my hard... you fuck me hard and fast and jump at each spasm and clench of my hungry snatch around your cock. Feeling my pussy tighten around your shaft and you hear my breath coming rapidly from my tired lungs, you give it all you have. Every last ounce of strength to bring each other over the top. With each thrust you muster, and each moan you cry, you pound me, your hips grinding and nailing me mercilessly. Finally reaching orgasm, I grab your back, and dig my nails, screaming with passion and lust...my legs twitch and my breath rushes from my lungs. That last immense suck of my pussy sends you over the top and you fill me from head to toe in your delicious hot, cream....Regaining control of our breath, we hold each other tight as we subside from our passion. Slowly, we roll over without breaking penetration and drift in and out of deep, soundless, dreamy sleep. Long Hard Ride Thanks again Jerry for the time you take to edit for me. I hope everyone will enjoy this western story. I enjoyed writting it. Jo In the spring of 1865 my husband and I had been working like dogs to get a little homestead going. It had been a bitterly hard winter on us and on the livestock. We had lost one of our most prized possessions, Mabel, our milk cow. We desperately needed to find a replacement. My husband, William, had heard of some stock for sale in Ortown, about a four-day wagon trip. He packed up the buckboard, took our meager savings, and headed towards Ortown to get new stock and needed supplies for the cabin. I was looking forward to a little new fabric to make a few dresses; mine were getting threadbare and worn. I had to stay at home to feed the stock and get some of the garden ground ready to plant. Bill hated to leave me; I saw it in his eyes. We had heard tell of Indian uprisings in the area. I knew how to use the rifle but it is a hard land and a rough land. Many of the people we had meet on the way here two years ago had died along the way; most had been killed by disease or Indians. Life had been especially hard on me the last two years. I was just 23 and already lost one child at birth. The poor little thing never took a breath. He was so perfect lying there in my arms I hated to place him in the little box that Bill crafted for him. I had lost the gentle sweetness of city life and had aged more than a woman should in just two years. My skin was getting rough and my hands were blistered and worn. I longed for the days of frilly dresses and perfumed soft skin I had left behind in Missouri. Bill's dream of living out West and having a ranch had swept me in and I too was drawn into the dream, not fully knowing the blood and sweat that would have to be poured into that new life . I was hoeing in the garden just one day after Bill left when I saw some men riding in from the east. Not wanting to take any chances I ran for the cabin and grabbed the rifle just as Bill had taught me. You don't trust anyone in this wild place. I watched them ride up slowly I saw that one was only a boy of 16 or 17, the other two much older. They were dirty and covered with dust; their horses were looking ragged. They didn't seem to mind my holding a rifle level with their heads. The oldest looking stranger said, "Ma'am, sorry to bother you but we have been riding for a week headed to work on the railroad. We got chased back two days ago by some Indians and had to take a different route. These are my brothers; the youngest is Tim. David is my twin brother; he don't talk to much cause he stutters bad. My name is Sam. Can we impose on you and your man for the use of your barn to freshen up the horses and sleep for the night. Maybe get washed up some." Sam seemed so polite and the boy looked young an innocent. David just looked dirty and pitiful. Their mounts were in dire need of a rest and a good brushing out; the dirt was caked on them. I was torn and wished that Bill were here. This was no time for him to be gone. My Christian upbringing won out and I lowered the rifle and told them they could bed down and take care of the horses out at the barn. Sam thanked me and even wished God's blessings on me. I though that having these men here for a day or two might even be a good thing. I needed a little help with a few heavy chores. If I offered them a good hot meal they may help me get some more cook stove wood spit and help me fix the split rail corral. We had been forced to burn a few rails during the winter when the firewood ran out. The men unsaddled their horses and the boy lead off the horses to a creek that ran behind the barn to water them and wash them off. The other men carried the saddles and bags into the barn; then they headed out to the creek too. I didn't want to watch them wash themselves or the horses. It wasn't ladylike; so I went to the house and started to fix a supper for company. I figured I'd feed them out on the porch. It wouldn't be seemly to have them in the house while Bill was gone. I fixed a hot pot of coffee and warmed up some leftover ham and beans that I had stored in the springhouse. from the going away dinner I made for Bill. I went out to the cellar and dug deep into the hay pile and pulled out some potatoes and apples we had stored over winter and took them into the house wrapped in my apron. I fried the potatoes up and sliced the apples as a special treat; it's not too often we get fresh fruit out here. When the supper was fixed I stepped out on the porch and scanned the field for signs of my guests. I saw that the boy was currying the horses down; they looked much better. He was working hard, removing burs from the manes and he seemed to take pride in his work. At intervals he would step back and look at the horses scanning for places he had missed. The Twins were not to be seen. I stepped off the porch and approached the youth to invite him and his older brothers for a hot supper. I walked up and spoke to him. I must have spooked him a little and he reached for his gun for a second. I guess this land makes us all jumpy. "Sorry, ma'am, you startled me. "Would you and your brothers join me for a hot dinner on the porch in a little bit? I have some ham and beans and fried potatoes. I also have a fresh pan of biscuits in the wood stove." His eyes lit up and I saw a big smile spread across his face. "Oh, ma'am, I have not had a home cooked meal in over a month. I would be honored." I was surprised at how polite this boy was, just like his brother. Their mother must be proud I thought. He was still dirty; taking the time to groom the horses first. He had a bad odor to him. "Well after you bed down those horses wash up and get your brothers and we will eat." I turned and walked back to the cabin. When I walked into the cabin I was shocked and surprised to see the two older men sitting at my kitchen table. "Gentlemen we are eating outside on the porch." They ignored me "Where is your man?" "Out with the stock," I lied. I knew I was in trouble in that second. "We looked around, and we think he is gone, no buckboard in the barn. We saw where it had been. No team in the barn either. I think your man is gone somewhere. Where is he?" Sam stood up and lunged for me. He grabbed me by the hair and shook me. "Now, Bitch, where is your Man? Don't you lie. If I catch you in a lie you will pay for it!" He continued to shake me by my hair. I screamed out in fear and pain. Sam stopped shaking me and slapped me hard across the face Shut up bitch! Settle down." He shoved me into a chair at the table. I was shaking in fear; then I looked over at David and he had a pistol out pointed at me. "He is gone. He is in Ortown buying stock. Please eat supper and go. I have no money. I don't have anything. Pleeaasse go!" I cried. Let us be the judge of that woman. Let's eat." I was shaking but I put out the plates and served them supper. I watched as they dug in and ate with gusto. Just then the boy Tim walked into the house. His hair still wet from his bath in the creek. "What the hell Sam. her lip is bleeding? She was nice to us." "Shut up, Tim. This is none of your business boy. Sit and eat. At least the bitch can cook." Tim sat down and made himself a plate and looked at me shaking in my chair. He looked ashamed. They ate all the food, and I and cleared the table washed the dishes and poured them some coffee. I mistakenly thought if I was nice to them they would go on their way without hurting me. Sam went outside and came back with a bottle of whiskey. He passed the bottle around and even the boy drank from it. Then he handed it to me. I nodded a no but Sam scolded me and said, drink when I tell you to." I brought the bottle to my lips and had my first taste of whisky. It burned as I swallowed it. Sam and David laughed at me as I tried to shake off the taste. They passed around the bottle and we drank it till it was gone. I hated the taste and it made me warm like when the wood stove was burning too hot. I walked past David on the way to try and get me some coffee to wash out the taste of the whisky they had forced on me when he reached out and scooped me around the waist and dragged me down into his lap. Laughing at me,. he stuttered "ssiiiittt heeeeerr baabayyyy." I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but my effort only caused his smile to turn to a frown and he forced me harder into his lap. He untied my apron and tossed it across the room. He started to kiss me. I was so shocked I tried to turn my face away. He got mad and grabbed my hair and forced his lips against my sore cut lip. He kept kissing me hard and trying to force my mouth open with his. This was strange to me. My husband doesn't kiss like this. He pushed his wet smelly tongue into my mouth. I though I would get sick. It tasted of whisky and chewing tobacco. I started to feel his maleness bulge under my bottom and I started to cry. I knew where this was going; I was going to be raped in my own home buy three men, at least two. Tears ran down my face as I felt the big man undoing the buttons of my little cotton dress He opened it wide, exposing my bloomers and my corset. Sam got up and walked over to me and started to rub my breast through the corset. Tim got up and left the cabin, leaving me with his two older brothers. The twins then started to grope my chest and pinch my nipples till I squealed in pain. "Pleeaasse, please don't do this!. I beg you!. I am a married woman, a good Christian woman. Please! No! I cried. Sam slowly untied my corset and removed it, smiling broadly as he unwrapped my breasts as his prize. David actually slid his hand down into my bloomers and blatantly touched my sex. He stuttered to his brother, "Shheeee iss dryy, Saaaamm, maaayyy neeed some larddd." He laughed. He put his big fingers to my sex in ways I never dreamed of. He stroked my womanhood with his thick finger till, God forgive me, I started to feel a tingle inside myself and I was getting wet down there. I was so ashamed I let my head fall and lie still on his chest. While he assaulted my womanhood and his brother roughly squeezed my swelling breasts. Sam started to mouth my nipples like a baby nursing on its mother. Never have I thought that men do these things to women. I was shocked to see this big man's head against my chest trying to get milk from my dry breast. Fear, shame and excitement had me paralyzed. He nibbled at my tits with his teeth making me jump. My jumping and wiggling was having an adverse effect on his brother's maleness as his groin swelled. I could feel it stretch beneath me. David had his finger inside me just a tiny bit I was wet and it was starting to feel good. I was still afraid for my life. Sam suddenly pulled out a knife. I saw the flash of the blade and I screamed. David stopped what he was doing and held me tight while Sam cut off my bloomers and all of my clothes leaving nothing but rags on the floor and me totally and shamefully nude in his brothers lap. Sam stepped back and admired his handiwork and my naked body. "Not to bad he barked." I didn't want to look at them; I tried to avert my eyes. Their stares were burning into my soul. Let's take a look and see what we have here." Then David grabbed my thighs and pried them apart exposing my private areas He dropped to his knee and looked into me, using his hands to spread my tender flesh. Shame washed through me as I was examined like no other human on earth had ever done. "Well I figured she wasn't a virgin, he told David. "Let's see how tight she is." He placed his big rough callused finger into me. I closed my eyes. "That's one," he said. Then he removed the single and placed two fingers together and pushed them into my pink hole. It was uncomfortable and I squirmed a bit, causing me to feel David's swollen member beneath me. "That's two," he said. Then he removed those fingers and put three fingers together and started to push them against my opening. It hurt and he was having some trouble inserting them. He said, "Ah Dave, she is a three finger bitch." David laughed and said,. "Lett'ss maakkkee her a fffffourr orr ffffive." Sam stood back up and lifted me off his twin's lap like I was a bag of feathers and started to drag me toward the bed. David was right behind him. They tossed me down on the feather tick mattress. They both started to undo there gun belts at the same time. David stepped out of his pants first and unleashed his big penis from his dirty underwear first. He grabbed my hair and pulled me toward his sex till my face was touching his big swollen member. "Suuckk it bbbaaabby!" he ordered Oh my God in heaven! He wanted me to put that thing into my mouth. I had heard dirty women in the saloons did things like that. I wasn't a saloon girl. I had never done anything so vulgar in my life. I clamped my mouth shut and tried to pull my head away from his groin. David pulled my hair so tight that I felt like it was going to give way and leave me without a large amount of my hair. No way was he going to put that big dirty thing in my mouth! With his free hand he grabbed my jaw and tried to open my mouth. He tried to stick his fingers into my jaw and to loosen my clenched mouth. I bit his finger. He backhanded me, causing my lip to start bleeding again. I was too mad to cry. "Dammm the bbbiitchhhh bbbit mmeee! Help mee Ssssaaaamm!" Sam grabbed his gun from the holster on the floor and cocked it sticking it up to my temple. "You heard my brother. Suck it Bitch!" His steel eyes burned into my flesh. I felt the cool steel of the revolver against my head. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. David pushed his penis into my mouth. It was hard and smooth and tasted like the smell of urine. I started to cry in earnest. "Lickkk me Bbbbaaabbbyyy." "Don't you know how to suck a dick, Bitch?" I nodded no. He smiled and said, "Don't worry; we will have lots of lessons. Lick him like you were eating ice cream at an ice cream social bitch." I tried to obey. I felt like vomiting. David held onto the base of his member and was using it to guide his huge prick into and out of my mouth. He keep going deeper and deeper into my throat, choking me until I could not breathe. I was going to get sick and pass out; I just knew I would. "Ssammm shee ca ca nt ssuck cccock. This isn't wwworkking." "Well fuck her then you big lug. We can teach her how to suck cock later." With that Sam grabbed me and flipped me over. He ordered me to my knees and pointed the gun at me again. I did as I was told with tears running down my face dripping onto the quilt my mother had made for me. I tried to concentrate on the patterns in the patchwork. I saw in the quilt glimpses of happier times, \scrap of my mothers favorite dress, remnants of my childhood dresses and those of my sister, a piece of fathers Sunday suit. Oh God! I wish I had never left Missouri. My sister has married well and stayed in the city in a fine home with a maid. She has a lovely daughter. I miss her. Here I was in Wyoming, rough and worn, my own lovely child buried out behind my garden. I have two strange men abusing and raping me. David ripped into me without any regard for my comfort. He forced my head down into the quilt and proceeded to pound me like a wild mustang does his mare. He was large, much larger than my dear husband, and he was hurting me. Sam was yelling, "Ride her Dav'! That's it! Fuck her hard! Ride that bitch hard! Sam released his cock from its confines and began to stoke it in anticipation of his ride. Dave was rough and pulling his big slick dick almost out of me before ramming it back it to the hilt, slamming the bed against the log wall. He was ripping me open. I was being lubricated with my own blood. He was holding my hips and pulling me back and onto his cock, pulling so hard into my hipbones I was lifted off the bed with each of his thrusts. He kept at me for what seemed like forever. Then he moaned a little and I felt his big member swell and jerk inside me as I felt his seed fill my insides. He held me impaled on him tightly up against his testicles for a while and I started to feel him getting smaller and starting to naturally withdraw from my body. He was done with me and tossed me flat on my back on the bed and walked away. Sam approached me with his pants off and with his large hard dick dangling in front of him. I tried to crawl backward up and away from his approach. He grabbed one ankle and pulled me back toward him. This time I was on my back looking right up at Sam's face. He lay down on me with his total weight and I felt his manhood against my belly. "Spread your legs for me, woman," he said quietly but yet menacing into my ear. I could tell he meant to be obeyed. I was broken, dirty, and used. I was in no position to fight; all was lost. I gave in and let my legs fall apart. He commented on how I was bleeding like a dam virgin. I couldn't hide from his eyes. He bored into me. My legs were forced up and over his back as he pumped my body. His erection inserted at a different angle than his twin touched me in different places inside. I was crying and he reached down with his mouth and licked away my tears as they streamed from my eyes. He kept up an even and steady stroke, and at the angle he was entering me the lips of my vagina were wrapped tightly around his cock as it made its way inside and back out of me over and over. The intensity built inside my own body and I realized I would die if he stopped now. David walked up behind Sam looking down at my body and was quiet as he watched Sam fuck me; now my own body struggled to force him deeper inside of me. My body betrayed me and started to shake and I saw stars for a second. Something was happing to me, something that I could not explain. It felt as though something inside me had given way all the way from my head to my vagina. Fluid seemed to be running from me. I had an over whelming urge to tell this monster inside of me that I loved him. He picked up the pace and my body was shivering uncontrollably. Then he released his seed inside of me. I could feel a huge rush of it squirting at intervals inside me as his cock jumped and twitched in my cunt. He pushed tight up against my groin and looked down into my eyes. For just a second I saw what I thought might be some empathy for me. He pulled slowly out of me. He rolled me over so that he could not see my eyes, then slapped my rump hard intentionally breaking the quite spell on the room. I don't know how I knew then but I knew right away they had left me a gift, It was a small gift that would grow inside me for the next nine months. MORE to COME Long Haul All characters have attained majority. * Sometimes it comes on slow. Sometimes it just seems to appear out of nowhere. This was one of those out of nowhere times. THE MEETING "Git on up here," I said to the pathetic creature dressed not nearly warm enough for the light snow falling. "Git on up now, I said." The girl climbed into the cab, shivering like a struck tuning fork. "God girl, what you doin' out here in the middle of nowhere?" "Do you have a cigarette?" she asked. "Nobody smokes in my rig. Nobody." "I need to get warm." "Reach behind you. There's a blanket folded on the bench behind your seat." She reached behind her grabbing the blanket and immediately wrapped herself head-to-toe in the large, wool covering. "Thanks." I glanced over to see a pair of big, scared, eyes peeking out from the dark blue cloth. "No problem." I pulled out onto the highway and started heading west. I thought I could make it over the pass and down to lower elevation before the real snow fell. I didn't want to be driving two empty trailers across mountains with wind and snow fighting against me every step of the way. "There's coffee in the thermos back of my seat if it will help." "Where you headed?" she asked as she reached back to get the thermos. "California. I got to take these two trailers out to a guy that bought 'em." "What's in the trailers?" she asked as she poured coffee in to the thermos' cup. "Air." "Air?" "Yeah, air. I mean nothing really. They're empty." "Why didn't you just say that? Why'd you say air?" "I don't know. I thought I'd be cute." "You're too old to be cute," she said. "Hey. Is that any way to talk to a guy that just saved your life?" "I wasn't dyin'. I was just cold." "Another hour and you'd a been dead." "Maybe. Anyway, thanks for pickin' me up." "Welcome." "I'm goin' to California too. We can ride together, huh?" "How old are you?" "I'll be eighteen on April 22nd." "Hey, that's Earth Day." "I know. That's why I'm goin' to California." "I can't take you." "Why not?" "Cause you're under age and I'd get in trouble for transportin' a minor across state lines." "I'm still a virgin." "Whoa girl. I don't even want to talk about that kind of thing with a minor." "Think about it mister. If the cops or the feds or the navy chase us down, I can show them my hymen and they'd know you didn't molest me." "Yeah, well that's just one way of gettin' in trouble. There's other ways too." "You mean like blow-jobs and stuff." "Hey. I told you not to talk about sex stuff with me." "Oh yeah. Sorry. But if not sex stuff, how can you get in trouble?" "Well let's start with kidnapping." "But you didn't kidnap me and believe me, if you knew where I came from; ransom is completely out of the question. Even the cops could figure that one out." "What do you mean?" "I'm trailer trash. My Ma does other peoples laundry just to be able to stay in her little trailer." "Where's your Pa?" "His liver gave out." "Sorry." "Don't be. He died with a smile on his face, drunk as a skunk and that's exactly how he wanted to go. So don't be sorry. He was one of the lucky ones." "But he left you and your Ma high and dry." "Nah. I don't see it that way. See, he wasn't my real Pa. Ma just shacked up with him so's she could get enough from his paycheck to buy some food." "How'd you guys eat after he died?" "Ma blows the grocery store guy two, three times a month." "How do you know that?" "See. Got ya talkin' 'bout sex, huh?" "Well yeah. Sorry." "Don't be. I've seen more in my seventeen years, eleven months and twenty-five days, then most see by the time they're forty." "What do you mean?" "Mister, where I'm from, all my friends started havin' sex when they were young. Too young." "What kept you celibate?" "Oh good. A man who knows words." "Celibate? Everybody knows celibate." "Not where I come from. Most folks have trouble spellin' Wal-Mart." "Well anyway. I'm gonna drop you off when I get fuel in about an hour." "NO!" She practically started cryin'. "Please mister. I got to get to California by the twenty-second." "Jeez child..." "I ain't no child. I'm old enough to join up and go shoot people. I ain't no child. Please," she pleaded. "Please. I got to get there. You're my only hope." "Look. I don't know you. I don't owe you. I could get in serious trouble. I'm sellin' these trailers, and then I'm drivin' up to Oregon to sell my rig. After that, I'm headin' to Canada. I don't want no trouble in what few weeks I got left to work. I just want out." "Wow. And I thought I was runnin' away." "You might be, but I'm not. I'm retirin'. I'm retirin' with no marks against me. Especially one that involves an underage runaway." "Jeez. You make this accidental meeting seem like some sinister Republican plot against, I don't know, somethin'. Look. Would it help if we call my Ma and tell her I'm okay?" "Oh, we're gonna' call your Ma all right. We'll call as soon as we get to the fuel-stop." "Okay. In the meantime, I caught her twice." "Huh?" "You asked me how I know Ma does the grocery guy. I caught her twice. She don't know I caught her, but I saw her through the window of the trailer when I came home from the library early." "The library?" "Yeah. I had a job there until last week. They had to let all but two of us go and the two they kept had kids to feed, so I don't feel too bad, but now I got no job and no way to get information from the internet." "Don't you have cable?" "Your not listening mister. I told you, my Ma blows the grocery guy just so's we can eat. I don't want to live with her if she has to do that just to feed me. I'd rather make it on my own. Then, if she has to do that to feed herself, at least I won't feel guilty 'bout it." "Hah. You know what I think? I think that's your excuse to get out on your own and not feel guilty." "Yeah. There's that too." She was quiet for a moment. "I'll grant ya, the gettin' out part sure appeals to me." "Sit tight a sec. I'm gonna' listen to the weather talk on the two-way." "Okay. Can I have a bit more coffee? It sure helped." "Sure. Help yourself. I can make more if I need some later." I listened to the other drivers tell about the road conditions out about fifty plus miles from where I was. It seems a big storm was headin' our way fast. "You can't..." "Shhh," I shushed her. I listened a bit more and finally had heard enough to know I was gonna' have to find a place to pull over before the fuel-stop. "Okay. What was it you were sayin'?" "I said, you can't leave me at the fuel place if it's gonna be as cold and snowy as they say." "That's right." "What's right." "I can't leave you there." "Oh good." "I can't leave you there 'cause we're not even gonna make it there. Storm's comin' too fast." "Oh. Are we in trouble?" "Not at all. Been through worse than this many times." "Do you have any food?" "When was the last time you ate?" "This mornin'. I had a banana." "That's it? You mean that's all you ate all day?" "Ain't no peach trees out where you found me." "That's for sure. How you gonna make it to California without eatin'?" "I got money." "Yeah. How much?" "Eleven dollars." "Eleven dollars? Girl that don't buy nothin' anymore." "I know. But I got a CD if I need more." "A CD?" "Yeah. Remember, I used to work." "Pardon my askin', but how's a trailer trash little girl like you got a CD?" "I told you, I used to work at the library. To get out of the trailer, I'd go in when it opened and stay 'til it closed, even if I wasn't workin'." "Jeez. I'm impressed. I'm truly impressed." I thought for a minute then added; "I thought I was done bein' surprised and all, but you little one, you take the cake. A CD. Who'd a thunk?" "So, will you take me with you?" "We'll call your Ma in the mornin'. If she says it's okay, I guess it's okay." "Oh my god, I love you," she gushed. She squeezed her eyes shut and made fists of her hands and repeated over and over, "I love you, I love you, I love you." I couldn't help but smile inside. It was only then I realized how important this bein' in California was to her. "Listen. I'm gonna pull over now. We need to wait out the storm. It will probably last all night. We'll sleep and get an early start at first light, that's assumin' the roads will be passable." "Where we gonna sleep?" "In the cabin." "In the cabin. Are you kiddin', there ain't no room up here but two chairs worth." "Not up here. Behind you where you got the coffee." "There ain't nothin' back there." I pulled over at a turnout and shut the rig down. Then, I turned on the cabin's light. "Oh my god," she exclaimed. "It's as big as my trailer." "I doubt that," I offered. "No seriously, you could live in this cab for years." "I have been. Well at least while I was on the road." "Where do you pee and poop?" "In the commode." "Well don't that beat all? Speakin' a which, I gotta get rid of some of this coffee soon or I'll wet the bed." "Sit tight for just a minute and I'll set it up for you." "Are you gonna be back there with me when I pee?" "No, I'll stay up here, just like you'll do when I pee." "Okay. That sounds polite and all." I set everything up for her and then moved back to the driver's seat. When she peed I tried not to listen, but in the close quarters it was hard not to hear the stream hitting the commode. I felt a bit flustered that she knew I could hear, but there was not much I could do about it. "Your turn," she said as she climbed back into her seat. "Oh," she added, "do you have a shirt or something a bit warmer I could wear? I want to get out of my clothes or I'll start to smell in a day or two." "Sure enough," I answered as I reached into my traveler's chest and got her a flannel shirt to wear. "Here, wear this. It will keep you warm and the sleeping bag will do the rest." "Thanks." I unzipped and let go with an overdue pee straight into the commode. "Damn," she said. "Sounds like a fire hose lettin' loose." "Very funny," I said. "You should a heard your stream." "Yeah, maybe. But I doubt I made any more noise than a garden hose. You sound like a rushing river, overflowing its banks." "Now get back here," I said zipping up. "This," I continued, pointing at the sleeping bag on the ledge is where you'll sleep. I'll sleep here." "Can't we sleep side by side? What if it gets really cold?" "I doubt it will get so cold the shirt and the bag won't be enough to keep you warm. But, if you get cold just wake me and we'll figure somethin' out." "Okay," she said, crawlin' into her bag. "Nighty night." "Pleasant dreams," I said, as I turned out the lights, undressed and crawled into my own bag. I don't know why, but I felt a sense of peace come over me. I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be at this moment and place in time. An hour later and well into my sleep, I felt her roll off the ledge and lodge herself up against my bag. I didn't say anything and went back to sleep. FOR PURPLE MOUNTAIN'S MAJESTY I woke first. The snow had stopped falling, but it covered the highway as far as I could see and was deep. I'd be safer if I waited for the plow to come by. So, I turned on the engine, the heater and the defroster. I made coffee and got some hardboiled eggs, fruit and croissants out. I was ravenous and I knew when, hey, it dawned on me I didn't know the hitcher's name but I knew she too would be ravenous when she woke. Well I'd ask her name when she got up. I had to take a wicked pee, but with her back there, I figured I'd just step outside and let go. I walked to the side of the highway and looked down the several hundred feet over the side of the cliff. Everything was covered in snow and so quiet, I though I was standing in a picture. I peed and climbed back into the rig. What's her name was sitting in the passenger seat when I got back up. "You're awake." "I woke up when the cold air came into the cab." "Oh. Couldn't be helped. I had to go outside for a minute." "I saw you." "So." "I know. Ain't no biggie." "Thanks." "No silly. I didn't mean I saw your thing. I meant I saw you pee over the side of the road over there." "I didn't want to wake you." "Ever body's got to go. I went while you were lookin' off down the highway. What's the verdict?" "I figure we'll be here 'bout an hour for they get the road cleared. May as well have a bite to eat." "Thanks. I'm ravenous. Can I give you some money?" "No. You keep it so when we get to the fuel-stop; you'll have somethin' to get you back home." She scrunched her whole body up into the seat when I mentioned home. Sort of like she was trying to hide from the whole idea. But I still didn't fancy takin' her to California. I poured two cups of coffee and made plates for her and me. She just looked at the food and coffee like it was some kinda' last meal or something. I started to feel a bit bad, but I wasn't convinced I should even call her Ma to straighten things out. "Eat," I said. "I'm not hungry." "You were ravenous a moment ago." "Yeah? Well you killed my appetite." "Listen. I don't want to argue. If it makes you feel better, I'll call yer Ma. But I ain't makin' no promises." "For real?" "For real." She smiled, and then grabbed the plate and cup of coffee while turning her whole body away from me to look out the passenger's window. I thought I heard her whimper softly. "Thank you," she whispered. Now I wouldn't be tellin' this story if I called her Ma and then dropped her off, would I? Huh-uh. I called her Ma, got a go-ahead (frankly, I think her Ma was a bit relieved, both that I called and that her daughter was going on a trip) and gave her the news. She jumped up on me, hugged me with more strength then I thought her little body could possibly muster, and cried for about six or seven minutes. Finally she got too heavy for me to hold onto and I set her gently back on the ground. "Let's go," I said. "We got a lot a ground to make up 'fore the day is over." "Oh my god," she shouted. "I'm goin' to California. Earth Day, here I come." I stocked up on food and water, fueled up, bought a jacket for my co-pilot (she now said she was gonna be my co-pilot) and off we went. From Massachusetts to Chicago took three days. The late snow kept us movin' slow 'til we hit Iowa. There, the skies cleared and I was off to the races. I had two days to make San Francisco so we could be there on Earth Day. I decided to take I-80 West the whole way as that would be the straightest line with the fewest mountain passes. As we passed through Western Nebraska and approached the Colorado Wyoming border, the purple mountains of Katherine Bates immortal "America the Beautiful" began to appear on the horizon. "Oh my god," my co-pilot whispered. "Will you look at that? I hadn't a clue what the song meant until this very moment." She turned to see I had moisture at the edges of my eyes. "You're cryin'?" "Not hardly." "Yes you are. You're cryin." "Listen little miss know it all, I'm not cryin'. I'm always this way when I cross the plains and come to the mountains. It moves me. Here," I said as I switched on the CD player. "Listen." Ray Charles rendition of America the Beautiful began to play. As the song progressed she joined in and amazed me, as she had the most beautiful controlled voice I'd ever heard live. I was stunned. "Where'd you learn to sing like that?" "At the library. When I was little..." "You're still little." "Very funny. As I was sayin', when I was little, I sang with the grown ups in the church choir. I loved it. So one day, at the library, I was puttin' some old records away when I came across some recordings of Puccini and Biset. From then on, anytime I read or surfed the net, I'd put my earphones on and listen to these great singers and then I'd try to mimic them later." "I have Carmen." "You're kiddin?" "Nope, open the box under your feet and you'll see I have quite an eclectic mix of music." "Number two." "Number two what?" "That's the second word you've surprised me with in the last three days." "What? Eclectic?" "Yup. You see, out where I lived people just don't talk like that." "How do they communicate?" "Grunting." "Ha-ha. Very funny. I'm sure you had educated people where you lived." "Not many. Most of those were older like you. Some were probably old enough to be your mother or father. I liked them the best." "Why?" "They had great stories to tell about the depression, the Second World War, the rapid development of our interstate highway system..." "Now hold on. I doubt they talked about the highway system." "Nah. I just through that in to see if you were payin' attention." "Well I am and I was. So please, cut me some slack." "Okay." "Let's listen to the news. I want to see how the cleanup is goin' in the Dakotas and Oklahoma." "Yeah. Huh. That's what Earth Day is all about." "Well, if you won't feel insulted, I'd say it's about a whole lot more than that." "Such as?" "Well for one thing, I think it's about recognizing the connection we all have to the planet. For another, I'm sure, for me at least, it's a reminder of how much of our planet's resources we consume in our everyday lives." "I knew when you didn't want to talk about sex stuff, that you were a good man." "What's that got to do with Earth Day?" "Only good people celebrate and pay tribute to their host. Mother Earth is our host and she should be celebrated everyday." "What are you, a tree hugger?" "Might be. Just might be." "But you're so young to think like this." "Don't you mean so young to think?" "No. A lot of young people think. But you seem to think about important things." "You mean I think about things that are important to you." "Well yeah. Usually when someone says something is important, they are referring to their subjective view of existence." "Hey. Guess what?" "What?" "You and I are very much alike." "I doubt that." "No, listen. You like opera, I like opera. You like trees, I like trees." "Wait a minute, how do you know I like trees?" "I just know. Anyway, as I was sayin', I get this vibe, like I'm where I should be at this place in time." "Oh my god." "What?" "I had that exact same thought the first morning you were with me, when I woke up and saw the snow on the highway. I thought, even if it was just for that little bit of time, all was right with my world." "That's 'cause you chose to pick me up and not pass me by." "I couldn't leave someone stranded by the roadside during a snow fall, especially with as little as you were wearing." "See. That's exactly why I said you were a good man. Do you know how many cars and trucks passed me before you stopped?" "I don't know, a couple." "A couple? More like a couple hundred." "You're kiddin'?" "Nope. And what's sadder is, I almost gave up hope, but I knew, if I could just hold out for another hour, the universe would send me a white knight. And you know what?" "What?" "That's the exact moment I saw your rig come round the bend." "Serendipity." "That's number three." "Number three? Oh yeah. I forgot. Where you come from people can't even spell lactobacillus." "Damn. I can't even spell that. Lacto what?" "You know, bacterium. The stuff that sours milk." "Show-off." "Yup. That's me. A dyed-in-the-wool showoff." "Hey. Guess what." "What?" "Look at the time," she said pointing to the dash clock. Long Haul Alice was so beautiful she took my breath away every time I saw her. I asked her out a couple of times and she turned me down on both occasions. The second time was just after she split with Dougie Laughery and I thought I had a real chance this time. Dougie was an asshole, I had been competing with him toe-to-toe since junior high. I couldn't see what Alice saw in him even before he had been caught with his pants down in company with Sissy Hollins, whose reputation went before her almost as far as her chest measurements did. When I asked Alice out we were both working for the same pharmaceutical company whose massive plant was sprawled on the edge of our home town. Alice agreed to come to lunch with me, on her terms, so we took sandwiches and sodas to the park and sat on a blanket. Alice was straight with me, she liked me, she said, liked me a lot but she was in love with someone else and only wanted to be fair to my feelings. She sensed that I more than just liked her but she made it crystal clear that we could only be friends. "OK," I said, hiding my disappointment, "let's stay friends." And we did. We met up for lunch regularly, since we spent most of the time at work in different parts of the building. She worked in accounts, while I was an engineer troubleshooting problems in production. We became best friends. She started dating again post-Dougie, with several different guys, but no-one seemed to stick. We even went on foursomes, with Alice trying to get me interested in one of her girlfriends but none of them stuck with me either. She used to pull my leg about it, even got angry a couple of times when some of her friends really seemed to like me but I couldn't get involved. I was too full of love, infatuation, obsession, whatever it was, with Alice to begin any other meaningful relationship. What was it about Alice? Well, I guess we would have made an odd couple. She was small and neat, say just an inch over five foot tall, her petite body sublimely in proportion. She looked plain, ordinary even, at very first glance and could easily be overlooked by the more discerning male. But when she moved, as gracefully as any cat, and she smiled to light up the room, she was in another class of woman entirely. Alice was captivating, lively and funny. She knew everybody and everyone knew her. She would talk to anyone, not just at you but converse with you, encourage you to engage with her and always gave the impression that she hung off every word you uttered. Yet she was also aware of what else was going on around her and loved to talk about everyone, aware of who they were seeing and who everyone's cousin was. Alice never seemed to have a bad word to say about anyone, though, she just seemed genuinely interested in people. She was the centre of everyone's attention but I don't think she knew that at all, she believed she was on the outside of the web, just networking, without realising she was the hub, the object of everyone's desire. I adored her, but to her I was just a friend, nothing more. Me? I'm Carl Smith, by the way. Well, I was the opposite to Alice, at just over six foot high, with blonde curly hair, and built like the proverbial brick outhouse. Neither handsome, nor noteworthily ugly, just average, shy, perfect wallflower material I guess. While she was funny, engaging and outgoing, I was serious, quiet and dull. My folks split up when I was young. Dad moved a thousand miles away, started a new family and forgot about us entirely. Meanwhile Mom found it hard to make ends meet. So I always had to get home from school to do my chores and any jobs around the neighborhood for spare change to put in my college fund. I won scholarships, but still had to work my butt off to get by. I was into all sports, played some football and basketball at college but wasn't one of the jocks. Outside school I played racket sports to keep fit as gym work didn't appeal to me. I was grateful that I had done some weight training in my early teens so I developed my body to its best advantages. I was quite smart and went all the way to a masters in engineering, that didn't give me much time for anything else, like socialising and dating. I tried out for the school and college teams and got a few games in but there was always someone just enough better than me to keep me on the bench. Usually that was Dougie Loughery. We bounced into and off each other all the way through from eighth or ninth grade to state graduation. Naturally, Alice was crowned home-coming queen all through high school and college and she was paired with Dougie every time. She seemed shocked every time she won, while Dougie thought his selection was a given. He boasted to everyone in the team that he had taken Alice's virginity on her high school graduation night but I doubted it. He probably did later but when Alice and I became best pals, I got the impression there was no way she had given it up to him so early and easily. So that's where we were, Alice and I as best friends and bumping along, with me hoping to be there for when she was mature enough to recognise my qualities, whatever they were. I wondered if she thought I was gay, she treated me like a best girlfriend, at least she didn't go so far as to ask me to go lingerie shopping with her! Then she told me she was going out with Dougie again and my world vaporised around my ears. She had actually been seeing him for a couple of weeks before she told me, one lunch time. She knew I would be hurt and had put it off. I donned a smiley face and asked if she was happy. I could recognise the dreamy look in her eyes when she said she was. She gripped my hand and said I needed to get myself fixed up, it was what I deserved. I almost lost my lunch. I stumbled back to work for an hour or two that afternoon doing nothing on the shop floor, before locking myself in my office looking for jobs on the net. I found one in California, got myself an interview and flew out a couple of days later. After three interviews I was taken on board. I gave two weeks' notice and, without saying anything to anyone, took the two weeks' leave I was owed and disappeared. Just like that. A clean break, it was the best thing for her, the only option for me. I mean, I was thinking of the long haul. Two years later I was back home for a brief visit to Mom. I'm a poor son, really, I can only take so much of her, but there is only me for her nowadays. So I sneaked out to a bar second night home and saw them together, Alice and Dougie. They had walked into the bar and met up with some friends, Alice kissing everyone and generally making everyone's day as usual. I was sat at the far end of the bar, the dark end, with a whiskey sour, feeling more and more sour every moment. I drank up and left. I stayed inside keeping Mom company every night after that until my visit ended. Back home, I checked vacancies within the group and found they had an engineering opening in England with a good opportunity for local advancement. Nobody who was any good wanted to go to this dead-end place with run-down plant and the poorest performance record in the group. I was already concentrating hard on my career and making a good impression, so nobody understood what had piqued my interest. This job, after promotion would mean a big hike in pay and I'd be a big fish in a small pond, but the place was scheduled to be closed down in a couple of years max, pending results. Well, as it turned out, the place was never shut down. I really enjoyed my ten years in England. Back home I was considered too quiet, while to the Brits I was a big noisy, pushy Yank. The plant was small and quaint, the equipment almost medieval and held together by gaffer tape. The biggest department was research and development but were understaffed, underfunded and although absolutely brilliant, had been ignored too long and were virtually moribund. Some of the stuff they were working on though was revolutionary. Some stuff had been developed already and mothballed because no one at head office had recognised what they even had there. My boss Jim was two years off retirement and looking forward to going back home to the States. The chemists lacked direction, so I got them enthused again. A young man, Nigel, who was about my age and stuck as a junior in the lab, seemed to have potential. With Jim's easy acquiescence, I got Nigel motivated by running the lab while I concentrated on updating the manufacturing plant and quality control. They had been on the site for 75 years, during periods of boom and bust. They had plenty of room for expansion into the empty buildings and we used every inch of the place in my ten years. The scientists appreciated the recognition they were getting for their work and kept coming up with stuff they had offered up before but been forced to shelf. We had so much stuff which promised results that we had to ship some of the testing to other sites and I made sure the guys got the chance to go with the samples and nurse them through the trials. We had a happy ship and they brought in the goods. Long story told short, in ten years, the England operation became the jewel in the business and I was local president with eight years of solid year-on-year achievement behind me. Then head office wanted me to come home and manage a much bigger plant. Yes, you got it. The company had expanded, due to all the new products produced in the English R&D, and had bought lock, stock and barrel the company that owned the plant in my home town. It was my dream job. They accepted my recommendation to have Dr Nigel run the England end, the first Brit they had allowed to run the place since they had set it up in the 1930s. Nigel and the rest of the guys appeared to be sad at my parting and seemed genuinely insistent that I came back and visit. Great actors those Brits, Oscar winners all. I know I had ridden them hard but I had to concede, they had sure come up with the goods. I hadn't been Stateside in two years. I learned my lesson from my previous home town visit and flew Mom down to Florida each summer and stayed with her there. No way was I gonna run into Alice and Dougie again during those ten years. Last year Mom came to stay with me across the pond, which was surprisingly enjoyable. I was looking forward to getting home again and planned on staying with Mom until I had scouted out a place of my own. I toyed with the idea of renting out my English house, but I had bought it when the market was low and although still relatively low, it had done better than property had in the States over the same period, so I sold it for a very good price. I was still single. I had courted some since leaving my home town, but without endangering my bachelor status. I came close with Caroline six or seven years ago. When I thought about taking it to another level, though, I discovered that although I was very fond of her, she was a lovely person, she just wasn't the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I introduced her to Nigel and I am now godfather to both their lovely children. I read the dossier on the plant as I flew over the Atlantic, so I was primed for my meeting in Manhattan with the top dogs. I knew the senior VP, my second in command, was going to be Mrs Alice Loughery but I couldn't understand why she hadn't been promoted to president. The answer turned out that she simply didn't want it. According to the group president, she had the local finances screwed down tight but the problem with the plant was production. The plant was worn out, morale was low and the place needed a production man to put it right and she would do her best to pull the financial strings to make it work if the right person was running the show. Alice now knew that I was the man they had appointed and she had told them she thought I was the best man for the job and she looked forward to working with me, once again. Well, at least I knew where I stood. It seemed she was prepared to work with me and I hoped I'd had enough time to get over her so I could do the same. We were both 40, I just hoped she was fat and over-run with a houseful of brattish kids. I just had to psych myself up to be professional and impersonal in all my dealings with her. I could be restrained and aloof, impenetrably unemotional, if I wanted. Hell, I'd worked with the Brits long enough, I was practically one of 'em! I had never told Mom about how I felt about Alice, so the subject never came up in any conversation. Mom gave up on having grandkids long ago. I know Alice had one kid though because another local guy I used to get emails from mentioned she was on maternity leave. That pain went straight to my heart. I soon found excuses for only replying sporadically and so that source eventually dried up. The company info sheet just had her married name, age, length of service and disclosed that she was a working mom. It was mid-winter when I went back to the States. I had become accustomed to mild English winters where, if they had any snow at all, it was just a few inches. On the plane out of a freezing New York, they were talking about three or four feet of snow falling on my destination and we got rerouted to another city. It looked like we were stuck there for the night. We were disembarked, without our luggage, and milling around waiting to be told where we were spending the night, when I heard the voice behind me. "Hey Buddy, how'yer doin'?" I turned and, the last person, well bar one, that I wanted to see right now when I wasn't really primed and ready, was Dougie Loughery. Of course I knew the voice, but the man was barely recognisable, he was fat and bald, the last dozen years or so hadn't been kind to him. Maybe it was because he stuck to an American diet while I adhered to a more austere English one, where food was so much more expensive and portions in proportion. We struck up a conversation which I kept steered well away from personal details. Then he said, "Hey, you know whom I'm married to, don'cha?" "Yes, I do," I said tersely, holding my hand up. "Look, I'm tired, stuck in limbo, and I don't want to talk about our happy families, OK?" I didn't want him rubbing my nose in the fact that he had beaten me in our contest over Alice. "Sure," Dougie grinned, "Look, I've been in this position before, Carl, I trade in sporting goods, and travel all over and now on my way home from a convention. I called ahead while we were in the air and booked a room for the night." I must've stared at him blankly. He sighed. "Look around you, the hotels can't cope with this number of people, so they're gonna have to double or even treble up the guests in the rooms. So we are in a bargaining position, instead of being forced to take in a stranger, we could be roomies." It sounded like a good idea. Dougie really did know all the tricks of the hotel trade, got us into the restaurant with ease and persuaded the hotel to sponge down my suit and launder my shirt overnight for peanuts. He had planned ahead for this eventuality and had his own spare clothes and toothbrush in his carry-on. We hit the bar, and boy, could he drink. It was like I was the boring married one and he was the footloose and fancy free bachelor, the way he put away the liquor. Actually, I do the man an injustice. Although I hated him for being the first choice of the only woman I loved, he was surprisingly good company and I found myself enjoying our stop-over. I even let him show me photos he carried in his wallet of his three beautiful girls. The eldest was painfully close to the Alice I knew when she was 15, his girl Annie clearly had her eyes and smile. The other two girls were a lot younger, were darker haired and looked facially more like Dougie than Alice, but still feminine and kind of cute. I had a bit of a hangover in the morning, while Dougie was fresh as a daisy. I blamed it on jet-lag, but I suppose it was down to clean living on my part; my body couldn't take that kind of hammering. At least I had a clean shirt and suit, thanks to my new companion. The weather had improved by the morning, the runway cleared of snow at both destinations, although it was still freezing cold. The flight was uneventful. We sat together, Dougie having charmed the stewardess into making the adjustment to the seating plan. He had called ahead, he told me, so he would be met in the arrivals hall and he wanted the pleasure of introducing me to the four wonderful angels in his life. He gave me that lop-sided smirking grin and I started to dislike the son-of-a-bitch again, just for rubbing my nose in it. I hung back behind Dougie after collecting our bags, I wasn't anxious to meet his family yet. I knew I couldn't put it off as long as I had originally hoped, by coming to town early. I would have liked to have sneaked off, leaving them to it, but that was the coward's way out. I just had to bite the bullet and hope my eyes didn't water too much at the pain I knew I was going to experience. I saw the oldest girl first, she burst out of the crowd as a flash of bright yellow top and blue jeans, long flowing blonde hair all the way down her torso. "Daddy!" she cried as she dived into her father's arms. He cried out "Annie!" They hugged and I moved over to the side out of the line of sight, looking for Alice. I found her, looking on and smiling Mona Lisa-like at Annie embracing her father. Alice looked good. She had filled out a little, but hardly at all. She certainly wasn't fat like her husband, far from it, although she did hold Annie's waterproof coat in front of her, camouflaging her shape somewhat. Her face looked as luminous as I remembered her almost every night in my dreams. She stepped forward when her daughter let him go, then she embraced him, too. I couldn't watch, it was too gut-wrenchingly painful. This is why I stopped coming here years ago, only the pain felt like it was just yesterday. I looked away from the couple and my eyes settled on a young lady right in front of me, looking at me with her head to one side. Annie regarded me with interest mixed with amusement. She appeared even more like her mother than she had in her photo. She wore that same enigmatic smile, regarding me, working out the sum of me, while maintaining her independent confidence in her own self-worth. "I saw you coming through with my Dad, are you his friend? I've not seen you before." She was disarmingly forthright. "Well, I don't know about friend," I said, trying to be honest, I've learned how to be around kids, well, my two godchildren anyways, "But I suppose I've known him since before you were born." "Oh!" she said, nodding, "You talk funny." "That's because I've lived in England for ten years, I suppose it was bound to affect the way I speak." She nodded her agreement to the possibility. "Do you know my Mom, too?" "Yes." I could have said more but I felt under interrogation here and was reluctant to spill all the beans at once. "So, are you a friend of my Mom?" Oh boy, she was good, perhaps she watched a lot of cop shows. "I was, once upon a time." "And now you're not sure?" "That's right." She regarded me for a moment, then stuck her hand out, "I'm Annie Loughery, pleased to meet you." "I'm Carl Smith," I said, smiling. She digested that information for a moment, still holding onto my hand. "You're early," she said, then grinned, shaking her head slightly, sending waves down her blonde locks, looking even more incredibly like her mother, "You are in such trouble." "I am?" "You are," she confirmed, "You never said goodbye to Mom, Carl." "At the time I thought it was for the best." "It wasn't." She was as frank and honest as her Mom. I liked this little girl already. Long Haul I suppose I smiled. "You're quite cute, for an old guy," she offered by way of comment, "And you look like you've kept yourself in shape. Smart suit." She nodded approvingly. The thought occurred to me that she was measuring me up, like her Mom used to do, for one of her friends, the babysitter, perhaps. Annie let go of my hand and looked around behind me. "Where's your family, Carl?" she asked. "My family? Oh, my Mom isn't expecting me for another couple of days." "There's just ... your Mom, then?" "Yeah, I don't see my Dad any more." Damn, I was spilling the beans and she hadn't even done the good cop, bad cop bit yet. "And you're staying with your Mom?" "Yes, but not tonight, it's late and she's not expecting me, so I'll take a cab, find a hotel." "Oh, boy," she laughed, "You are in such trouble. You don't even know how much trouble you are in, do you Carl?" "Really?" "Deep trouble, really deep. I guess you are gonna need me to handle your defence." I suppose she watches courtroom dramas as well as cop shows, I didn't just like this little girl, I loved her already. "I suppose if you're going to represent me,you're going to need a retainer?" She nodded. "Can you split a ten?" "Nah, the ten'll cover it, Carl." I guess I'd lost track of the cost of living over here in ten years. I dug a note out of my wallet for her, which she neatly folded and stuffed in her jeans pocket and we turned as one to face her parents. Dougie had a little girl in each arm, a big grin on his face, and was looking at us, chuckling. The two little brunette angels were smiling too. Standing in front of them was Alice, looking absolutely amazing, like barely a day had passed since I last saw her, but I couldn't even begin to read the expression her face. Annie might have expressed the opinion in her words that I was in trouble, in my terms it looked like I was royally screwed. A woman partly hidden behind Alice then moved to one side. She was also looking at me and smiling. She looked familiar, overweight, by thirty pounds or more, but she reminded me a little of an older Sissy Hollins. She was pulling Dougie's case with one hand and slowly waving at me up and down with the other. She was smiling as broadly as Dougie. I turned to my newly-appointed attorney and moved my head close to hers for a private consultation. "Sissy is ...?" I lifted my eyebrows. Annie put a hand over her mouth to foil lip readers. Oh, she was good, really good. "Sissy Laughery is the mother of my half-sisters," she explained carefully, like one would to a child or rather slow adult, she had summed me up pretty well, "And has been married to my Dad for about eight years. I can't remember Dad ever living with us, actually, he left when I was a baby. Apparently he always had something for Sissy. She's really very nice, very momsy, when you get to know her." "Yeah, she was really nice when I knew her, too, although she wasn't very momsy at all back then. So, does your Mom still ... love your Dad?" "Are you for real, Carl?" "Why, you think I'm a dipstick?" "What's that?" "Er ... a dipshit?" "Yeah, kinda. She loves you, dummy. But that doesn't mean you're outta trouble yet, it'll be a long time before I can call you 'Dad', Carl." "I'm in your hands, Annie, what tariff d'yer reckon you can get me, Hon? "Don't call me 'Hon', Carl, it's unethical as well as unprofessional." "Sorry, H-Annie." "That's OK, I should be able to get you at least 15 to 20," Annie whispered, tucking her arm in mine, "But stick with me, Dad, we're gonna try for life!" THE END. Long Haul Pt. 01 Chapter 1 – Reggie's Rotten Luck It was a rotten weekend. Reggie's job as a heavy equipment operator had ended last Friday, after the site they were working on had been sold to a "preservation group". No explanations, just "thanks, but we won't be needing you anymore". He'd had it out with his live-in girl friend that night and she'd left Saturday morning taking her moth-eaten cat with her. She called Sunday to let him know she'd come back once he got his life together and learned how to control his temper. In retrospect, maybe he shouldn't have thrown the phone at her cat Friday night, but it was sharpening it's claws on his new sofa and she did nothing but giggle, thinking it was just "so cute". His ex-wife found out that he'd lost his job and she was bitching about his ability to keep those fat child support checks rolling in, so she could continue to sit around on her fat ass everyday. Supporting her lifestyle alone took over $1200 per month for the 2 kids they'd had, but she refused to let him see. Seems that she had a problem with him seeing the children, as he was a blue-collar man and she wanted only the finer lifestyle for the children. He'd gotten to see them one weekend before Christmas, but the visit had been cut short when the ex-wife found out about the live-in girlfriend. Apparently, her church beliefs did not allow for co-habitation to be present in front of "her" children. So, here it was Monday morning and he found himself standing in front of the Unemployment Office with his termination slip in hand, waiting to file his unemployment claim and hope for another job which would allow him to meet his financial obligations. His head was aching and he was in no mood to take anymore crap from the women in his life. He'd find a job and shovel the money out, just to keep that bitch of an ex-wife off his back. He'd set his mind and was going to refuse to allow the girl-friend back. Control his temper?? – Screw her and her cat! He walked in the unemployment office and was surprised to be greeted by a smiling woman of about 30. Her "Good morning, sir. How may I help you?" was accompanied by her looking directly into his eyes. He just showed her his termination slip and she handed him the papers he would need to fill out. He accepted the pen she offered, sat down and filled in as much as he could, then returned the papers to her. Instead of ushering him back to a seat to wait, as he thought she would; she led him to her office, and invited him to sit down. Her name was Deidra. She was a heavy-set, blonde and perky woman with huge breasts. For the next 45 minutes, she asked him questions, processed his paperwork, let him know the process involved and how much money he would receive. She looked at his job qualifications and when she asked about his drivers license, she started to smile. Deidra told him she had a job opening for someone with a Commercial Driver's license to drive long haul for a company nearby. They were paying a percentage of each load, with an average of $1,500 per week. This sounded great to Reggie. He'd driven for 12 years during his marriage and enjoyed the job. The only problem for most people on that job would be the fact that they would be gone for up to two weeks to a month at a time. No problem there really. It would give him the time away to clear his mind and figure out what he wanted out of life. He accepted the referral information and headed to the trucking company with a glimmer of hope that this job might be the answer to his present situation. Two hours later, Reggie was relaying the recent events in his life to his friends Bryan and Amy at their store. They were the owners of a local tattoo and body piercing shop and had been friends with Reggie since his divorce. Amy was quick to ask about the lady he'd met at the unemployment office. Apparently Reggie had described her a little too well, and Amy had picked up on the fact that he was more than just a little intrigued by her. They all looked up a few moments later as the bell rang, letting them know someone had come into the shop. Amy greeted the woman at the counter and found out she wanted a butterfly tattooed on her left shoulder. Bryan and Reggie stayed in the back of the shop, but Reggie had listened intently when he heard the woman's voice. Where they were sitting, they could look through the gap in the curtain and Reggie was thrilled to see he was correct – the voice he heard was Deidra. As Amy escorted the woman back to her chair, Reggie stood up and said "Hello again" as she passed by. Deidra laughed and responded with a grin and "nice to see you again". Reggie let her know he had gotten the job and would be leaving on Wednesday morning for a short "training run" with a company driver, heading to Texas and back. He thanked her for her help and left her in Amy's capable hands. He and Bryan went to the front of the shop to give the ladies some privacy, but stayed close enough to hear the conversation between them. Amy knew Reggie was listening and helped to find out as much as she could for Reggie. Deidra was 33, her father had died recently and the butterfly was meant as a memorial to him. She was married and had been so for 16 years – unhappily apparently. She had 2 children, 14 year old twin boys. Her husband was a mechanic, earned a good living, but chose to spend his time with his buddies, working or with one of his girlfriends. Deidra knew her husband was going to be very unhappy about the tattoo, but she didn't care. She told Amy she had already found a lawyer and was planning a divorce, but just hadn't gotten up the nerve yet. Reggie smiled and left the shop, telling Bryan he would see them Saturday. Wednesday morning arrived and Reggie reported for work at 5:00 a.m., bag packed and ready to go. The driver he was to meet, Tony, was in the truck doing his pre-trip check. Tony showed Reggie around the company office, the layout of the trailer lot and the procedure for their paperwork. By this time it was 6:00 a.m. and Tony looked at Reggie and said, "Just so you know, my old lady will be traveling with us. This goes against company policy, but you can either keep your mouth shut about it or I'll tell the boss you showed up drunk and I sent you home. What's it gonna be?" Reggie let him know he had no problem with it, he just wanted to get on the road. Tony walked back to his car, which was parked at the end of the lot and opened the trunk. Reggie watched as he reached in and pulled up a small woman with blond hair who could have been no older than 25. Her wrists were cuffed in front of her and a bandana was tied around her mouth. She was wearing shorts and a skin tight tank top that showed off her excited nipples very clearly. Her eyes were twinkling and he could see the slightest hint of a smile as Tony hoisted her up and into the big truck. As Tony turned around he smiled at Reggie and said "Did I mention she was my slave? She'll do anything I tell her and will be happy to do it." The men climbed into the truck and Reggie was finally able to get a good look inside. Tony advised that each driver was assigned a specific truck and could modify the inside within reason. Tony's modifications included raising the top bunk in the sleeper, and chains hanging down that were apparently attached to some sort of a wench. Tony attached his slave's wrist cuffs (which Reggie could see were actually padded restraints) to the chains with an "S" link and raised the chains with the push of a button until she was stretched into a sexy pose with her hands held firmly above her and her feet touching the floor. He patted her on the ass, gave her a peck on the cheek and hopped in the driver's seat. Reggie sat staring in awe of the two. Chapter 2 – Tony and Brandy The big truck roared to life, and Tony pulled it out of the yard. Ten minutes later the trio were on Highway 75, headed north to Atlanta to take I-20 into Dallas. Reggie had sat staring out the window since hitting the big road and could finally take it no longer – he had to know what was going on – a fully grown, beautiful woman swinging by padded wrist cuffs from the roof of a Condo-Sleeper in the back of an 18-wheeler tractor trailer was not an everyday event. Tony had wondered how long it would take for Reggie to ask and readily began to relay their story. He'd met Brandy a year before, at a truck-stop in Jacksonville. No, she wasn't a waitress or a cashier. She was a lot-lizard. She'd been going truck to truck sucking off and fucking truckers for money to pay her rent and buy groceries, and was so tired by the time she'd gotten in Tony's rig, she'd fallen asleep when he screwed her. Or so she had thought – Tony was quick to tell Reggie (while glancing back and giving Brandy a sly smile) that he'd given her a soft drink that he'd popped a couple of ground up sleeping pills into. She woke up 4 hours later, in southern Alabama tied on the bed of the sleeper, with a ball gag shoved in her mouth. It had taken a few weeks of training, but now she was his perfect slave. Her training ensued at each stop the big rig made. Her clothes were already gone, as Tony had cut them off and thrown them out the window going down I-10. Tony had been in the S&M scene for many years and was well practiced in the techniques of breaking a slave. He had explained her new life to her – she was his slave, his property – he would take care of her needs and she would provide him with pleasure, in any manner he saw fit. He'd placed a catheter in her in order to keep her from having to piss while they were going down the highway. To humiliate her, he had put an adult diaper on her in case she had to defecate. She cried each time she did, as he made her lay there in it until he was ready to change her. He'd removed the ball gag and made her beg him to change and clean her each time for the first 2 days. It was important to humiliate her and break her will. She had to know that he was in charge of everything in her life now. For the first 2 days, she was given very little to eat or drink – mostly water and a few slices of bread that he fed her with his own hand. Each time she had to thank him for anything he had done for her. Failure to thank Tony (or Master as she was required to refer to him) would result in a cane lashing her back 6 times for each infraction. On the third day, Tony parked the big-rig and asked Brandy if she'd like a cheese-burger and she was so happy she was crying as she nodded yes. He removed the gag and told her to beg. "Please Master, Please may I have a cheese-burger?" Tony smiled. She was crying as she begged. He told her that he would get her the food, if she showed him how grateful she was. He was unzipping his pants as he did. Brandy had assumed he wanted a blow-job. That was no big deal to her, as she'd been a prostitute for years before being taken. She opened her mouth, expecting him to shove his dick inside. Tony grabbed an empty Gatorade bottle and started to piss. He stopped when it was half full and looked at Brandy. He said, "I'm almost finished. I want you to suck out the last piss from me and swallow it." She closed her mouth and turned her head. Tony finished pissing in the Gatorade bottle, tied Brandy back on the bunk and got out of the truck, taking the bottle to the nearest trash can. He got back in the truck after about 20 minutes with a pack of crackers and a bottle of water and started feeding her the crackers. He let her eat 3 saltines and she drank a few sips of the water before the gag went back in her mouth. She cried as the truck pulled back on to the highway. About six hours later, Tony again pulled over and made her beg for food. By now she was starving. "I tried to be nice and only make you swallow a little, but you wanted to be a bitch. Now, you can either swallow it all, or you won't eat anything for the next 24 hours." Brandy just turned her head away. The gag went back on. Tony went inside and ate. He had slept each night in the sleeper beside her, holding her and caressing her body, but never penetrating her. He would pull on the catheter just for fun to make her wince, but he did not take it out. He rotated her position during the day, sometimes rolling her to her tummy or back, her sides and even having her stand with her hands attached to rings attached to the side of the top bunk bed. Each time he came near her, he was sure to rub his hands across her body, lick her nipples and occasionally rub his finger around her clit. She was aroused and left in want. He would smile each time he felt her growing wetness and return to the driver's seat of the truck, only to crank the engine and continue their journey. The next day was not a good one for Brandy. Tony refused to even acknowledge she was there, having lifted the bottom bunk and put her inside the small storage compartment after he awakened. She'd shit on herself but he didn't even check on her. The truck stopped twice during the day, but she didn't know what time it was or even if it was still day-light outside. Finally after she'd given up hope and she had no more tears left, he opened the bunk and pulled her out. It was dark. He brought out the baby wipes and took care of cleaning her. Instead of replacing the diaper, he left her naked but the gag remained in place. The catheter bag was still strapped to her leg, but with the small amount of food and water she'd ingested, it was less than half full. When she looked out the windows in front, she did not see a truck stop or any of the big glaring lights she was used to. He quickly blindfolded her, tossed her over his shoulder and stepped out of the truck and down the steps to the ground. He walked a few steps and she heard a car door open. She was tossed into the car truck and told to keep quiet. The car finally stopped and he removed her from the trunk, again tossing her over his shoulder. She heard a door opening and felt warmth as they went into a building. She was tossed down onto a carpeted floor, bruising her ass. He yanked the blindfold off and she discovered she was in a sparsely lit house. He grabbed her by her hair and sat her up on her knees, opening his pants with his other hand. His cock was loosed from its confinement and was promptly pushed into her mouth. He gripped her hair with both hands and started pumping. Brandy was an accomplished cocksucker, having serviced many lonely drivers in her tenure as a lot lizard and willingly stroked his turgid member with her tongue as he pummeled her mouth. It wasn't long before she heard him groan and a wave of cum erupted into her mouth. "Now, Bitch, you want things the hard way – FINE. If one drop of this comes out of your mouth, I will take the cane and I won't stop until every part of your body is bleeding." With that, he shoved his now softening dick further into her mouth and a hot foul tasting liquid began pouring from it. She had learned her master meant what he said in his threats and swallowed as quickly as she could. Although she gagged once, all but a few drops passed down her throat. "Thank you Master" said Brandy after he had removed his cock from her lips. Tony smiled as he realized she was breaking. He told her not to move and walked into the kitchen. He positioned himself where he could see her and watched for a few moments. Brandy never even flinched. She knelt still as a stone on the floor. He went to the cupboard and took out a packet of instant oatmeal, and mixed in some hot tap water in the bowl. He stirred the mixture and took it to Brandy. She looked up and he told her to open her mouth. He spooned the mixture slowly into her mouth. She thanked him after each bite. He walked back to the kitchen and returned with another glass of water. She drank it and again thanked him. Tony pulled her up and led her into the bathroom. It had been at least 4 days since she had bathed and even with his cleaning her with the baby wipes, she had begun to smell. He laid her on her back on the cold tile floor and told her to spread her legs. He began to rub her clit and Brandy tilted her head back. He then took his other hand and removed the catheter slowly. It was slightly painful, but Brandy did not complain. Instead she thanked her Master. He started the warm water in the tub and told her to get in. With her hands still restrained in front of her, he thoroughly scrubbed her hair and washed her body. Tony made her raise her arms above her head, and using his own razor, shaved her underarms. He then had her lift each leg to the side of the tub, and he lathered and shaved them. She again thanked him. He realized it was time for Brandy to be tested. Tony told her there was no way out of the bathroom except the door into his bedroom. He told her he was going to release her hands and he wanted her to take the razor and shave her pussy. Instead of being shocked, Brandy smiled and replied, "Yes, master." He released the restraints and handed her the razor and shaving cream. Tony knew there was nothing in the bathroom that she could have used as a weapon, so he told her she had 15 minutes to completely shave herself, if any hair was left, she would be caned. She was told to shave and open the bathroom door after she was finished. Tony left the bathroom and waited. 13 minutes later, the door opened and a smiling Brandy walked into the bedroom. Tony told her to lie down on her back, on the bed and he would inspect her. To his delight, she was as smooth as a baby's bottom. "Is Master Pleased?" she asked with a slight smile on her face. In reply, Tony buried his tongue inside the plump folds of her cunt and began licking and sucking each of her lower lips. He licked up and found the little nub of her clit and licked it until it began to plump against his tongue. He then sucked it between his teeth and began to slowly gnaw on it, as he inserted a finger into her dampening opening. Brandy was writhing beneath his ministrations, her head thrown back, biting on her lower lip. The last few days of sexual frustration having left her in a constant state of arousal, it only took moments for Brandy to approach her climax. Just as her legs began to shake, Tony pulled away from her. "What do you want?" Tony asked. Her eyes pleaded with him, but he wouldn't budge. "Please make me cum master, please!" she replied. "What are you?" he asked. "Your slave, master! Please finish me, please!" "Will you stay with me of your own free will and abide by my rules?" he asked, while stroking his hand up and down her leg. "Yes, please, anything, just finish me, master, please!" He stood quickly and, in one swift moment embedded his cock in her pussy. Brandy moaned as he pulled out completely, only to immediately force his member back into her body. He repeated the movement with an increasing pace. His hands gripped her hips and ass and he slammed harder and harder. Brandy's pussy began to quake under his assault and her release came in a geyser of fluid and her muscles grabbing his cock. He continued to pound away at her during her orgasm, and once she finished, he grabber her hard by her hair, jumped to straddle her chest and forced her mouth onto his throbbing erection. With only a few quick thrusts, Brandy was treated to her second cum feast exploding down her throat this evening. She dutifully licked her master's dick and balls free of her cum juice and he rolled beside her. Tony raised her left arm above her head and affixed her wrist to the bed with a restraint attached to the spindles of the headboard. The next day Tony and Brandy truly began their life together. Tony asked Brandy about her life and she was only too eager to answer her master's questions. Brandy was 23, had been a run-away at 17 and had been working the truck-stops ever since. She'd rented a room at a "long-stay" motel, but had been having to work her ass off (literally) to keep the rent paid and keep food in her mouth. She enjoyed sex, but was tired of being afraid of getting beaten or killed every day. The talked for hours and Tony told her that from now on, he would take care of her, provide for her needs and all she would have to do is take care of his home (when they were there) and provide him company and comfort on the road. Tony's sexual tastes ran strictly toward a BDSM lifestyle. He was the master and she was his slave. After years of prostituting herself, Brandy was only too happy to submit herself to her master. Long Haul Pt. 01 They'd been together ever since. While Tony no longer "had" to chain Brandy, he still did it on occasion, mainly to shock other drivers, but also because both he and Brandy enjoyed it. Brandy enjoyed Tony's dominance and the total submission to his desires. Tony told Reggie that it was the most satisfying relationship he'd ever had. He had grown to love Brandy and would die to protect her from harm, and to provide for her needs, but that was because she understood her place and lived only to serve and please him. This included performing sexual acts on persons (men and women) that Tony told her to. Reggie's head snapped to attention at this statement and he looked directly at Tony. "Get on back there and let her show you what she's good at," Tony said to Reggie. Reggie smiled and rose from his seat, heading to the sleeper of the truck. His eyes met Brandy's and he saw the corners of her mouth curl into a smile... To be continued... Long Haul Pt. 02 Chapter 3 Reggie awoke slowly, stretching his arms and rolling side to side to ease the cramps in his back. He'd forgotten in the months between driving jobs just how hard the mattresses in the sleepers of a big rig could be. Not even a good 3 inches of foam, but he spent so little time in the sleeper it hardly mattered. He usually got 4-5 hours of sleep every 24 hours if he was lucky. The trucking company paid him to get his loads delivered on-time, whether he was running legal or not. It wasn't their problem. His latest load was hauling a load of frozen dairy products (frozen Tweenkie stuffing) from a cold storage warehouse in Arlington, TN, for export to South America via the port in Jacksonville, FL. He chuckled as he thought to himself, that the rest of the world may have passed us on exporting cars and electronics but we are still the leading exporter of junk food and pornography in the world. He had spent the night in a trashy truck stop in Birmingham that was well-known for providing "commercial company" of any variety a man could want. He remembered telling the coffee colored lot lizard last night that he was hauling cream filling for Tweenkies and her job was to suck the cream filling from his dick. Not the best he'd ever had, but it relieved the tension. Reggie fired up the big diesel and headed east on I-20 to Atlanta. He hated this stretch of highway between Birmingham and the Alabama – Georgia line, with the narrow interstate and roller coaster hills that cause chaos when you are loaded heavy, like he was today. He tensed up knowing his back would be hurting even worse tonight than it had this morning. He had a quiet two hours to think before he hit the heavy traffic on the outskirts of Atlanta. He spent the time remembering his training run with Tony and his slave Brandy. He spent nearly two days team driving to Dallas and back, enjoying Brandy's talented tongue, cunt and ass, which her Master was only too happy to share. It had been three months ago, but he could still remember the way she tightened her mouth and flicked her tongue back and forth to massage his cock. The barbell in her tongue had felt amazing and Reggie was still shocked at how differently it felt. He could hear Tony telling him to find the right girl, take her, tame her and train her. It made sense – someone to keep the sleeper warm and his muscles rubbed. Brandy seemed to enjoy it – she was well cared for and seemed to love the attention that Tony (and those he chose to share her with) gave her. Just South of Atlanta, Reggie's phone started chiming. It was his friend Bryan, telling him that the woman from the Department of Labor had made an appointment for later that evening. He was silent for a moment, when Bryan's wife, Amy, took the phone, "Reggie, you better get your ass over here in the next hour. I know you liked her and would love to see what she's getting done!" His interest was piqued when he heard the giggle in her voice. He could get no further information out of Amy, but he knew exactly who they were talking about. The woman's name was Deidra, and she'd referred him to the trucking outfit for which he was now working, and he'd seen her later getting a tattoo from Amy. He remembered her smile and concern about his situation when she processed his unemployment claim. She was a full-figured woman, but what he remembered most was the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled at him. He turned the truck West and headed for their shop. He arrived and had just settled down behind the curtain when Deidra walked in. Chapter 4 With the men hidden discreetly in the back of the shop, Amy greeted Deidra and asked if she was sure about what she wanted. "You know this is gonna hurt worse than your tongue, right?" inquired Amy. She nodded her head yes. Reggie looked at Bryan with his mouth hanging open, his eyebrows raised and his head slightly cocked, to which Bryan just knowingly grinned and nodded. They moved further back behind the chairs in the back of the shop and sat down at Bryan's chair. The women came through the curtain and nodded at the men. When Deidra saw Reggie, they exchanged a wave and he saw her smile slightly and follow Amy to her chair. Amy moved a portable tri-fold blind into position to block their view. Little did Deidra realize that the men were able to have a clear view of the procedure thanks to the mirror that was in front of her. She had assumed it was there so that she could see the finished results. Bryan whispered that she had come in the shop about two weeks after she got her tattoo and had Amy pierce her tongue. She said that her husband had left her for a 22 year old girl and had her served with divorce papers. She'd decided she wanted to do something to change her "good-girl" image. From what Reggie saw, the "good girl" image was still there, hair pulled back, minimal makeup, pants suit and flat shoes. Definitely a "good girl", but the tongue ring had him remembering the feel of Brandy's metal ball on his cock. His mind pictured this sweet little office clerk down on her knees with a mouthful of his cum and that picture alone was enough to start the hardening of his manhood. Bryan continued saying that when she called today, she'd told Amy that her ex husband had sent their sons to a military school in North Georgia last week and it was almost more than she could bear. Her boss had given her two weeks off to get her self together, and she'd decided to use the time to further "change her image". He latest idea was getting her nipples pierced. Reggie thought his zipper was going to burst. He heard Amy ask if she'd told anybody she was getting this done. She replied that she hadn't. As far as anybody knew, she was on her way to Florida to spend the next two weeks in seclusion, trying to get over the divorce and the judge allowing her sons to be sent away to school. After this they heard her tell Deidra to just breath and then two successive "Oh's" echoed from behind the blind. Reggie's eyes lit up and his cock twitched upon realizing that she was now sporting two little rings in her ample breasts. Bryan looked at Reggie and they both realized the opportunity that presented itself. He reached behind his back, opened a drawer and pulled out two small white pills. He placed them on the tray-top at his chair and began to crush them using the blunt end of his pocket knife. He took a soft drink out of the refrigerator and opened it, dropping the powder into the bottle, swishing it around and watching the powder dissolve. He told Reggie that this would knock her out for at least four hours. He and Amy would hide her car and Reggie could enjoy at least two weeks without anybody missing her. Bryan called out to Amy and asked her if she'd offered her customer a soda. She replied that she hadn't but it would be great if he'd get one. Amy came out from behind the blind and saw Bryan holding the bottle and a couple of the white pills. She smiled and winked at him, took the bottle and delivered it to Deidra, who the men could see in the mirror was placing paper-towels inside her bra, then raising the cups over her freshly pierced nipples. She was definitely a little paler than when she'd gone behind the blinds with Amy. She put her top back on and accepted the drink. Amy told her that she couldn't let her leave until she'd drank the soda, stating that she needed to check the piercings in 20 minutes to make sure the bleeding wasn't too bad. Reggie knew this was just a ruse to get her to drink the soda and wait for it to take effect. While they were waiting, Reggie walked about two blocks down the street to the hardware store and stocked up on supplies: rope, chain, pully, etc. He already had a set of restraints that Tony had given him as a "gag-gift" upon their return from Dallas a few months back. He and Bryan secured the items in the stowage compartment under this sleeper bunk, bolting the chains to the floor and side of the compartment and padding the bottom with a couple of blankets from the shop. They returned about an hour later and Deidra was sleeping peacefully in Amy's chair. The men lifted her from the chair and carried her out the back door of the shop to Reggie's waiting truck. They attached the wrist cuffs and chains raising her hands above her head and pulling them tight to further limit her movement. Each ankle was then attached to a restraint with chains attached, spreading her legs as much as possible within the compartment. Major problem: she was still dressed. The men looked at each other and were surprised to hear Amy asking what the problem was. When they told her that they'd tied her up fully dressed, Amy just giggled and grabbed a pair of scissors. Bryan backed out of the cab, handed him the scissors and told Reggie to do the honors. The ripping and slicing was over in minutes and she lay their completely naked. He'd known she was a full figured woman but seeing her naked, he realized she was very rounded, Rubenesque being the term that would most apply, like an over-grown cherub, soft and supple with full breast and hips, a curved tummy and cheeks that absolutely glowed. He could still see the slight traces of blood on her breasts from the rings, but loved the way they looked with the new jewelry. Her "good girl" image was definitely starting to fade. He took a deep breath, enjoying her ample proportions and stepped back. He turned and dug around in his cabinets for a couple of handkerchiefs to serve as a gag, but once Amy saw what he was about to do, she stopped him, ran back out and produced a perfect solution - a ring gag. Bryan just smiled and said that sometimes they liked to play a little too. This was one of his favorites to use on Amy. Reggie accepted with a smile and returned to place the gag on his sleeping beauty. Reggie was sweating bullets at the realization that he had his slave. He knew there was a spark between them. He'd known it since the first time he met her. That smile of hers had lit up his whole being on the worst day of his life. He'd wanted her and now he had her. He thanked his friends, closed the sleeper's bunk, cranked up the big rig and headed back for the interstate as quickly as he could. He knew that the car would be stashed and no one could have seen them moving her into the truck. It would be at least two weeks before she would be noticed missing, and he hoped in that time, they would be long gone. Chapter 5 Two hours later the truck was heading South on Interstate 75 at Cordele, GA. He couldn't stand it anymore. He pulled off on exit 97 and headed for the truck stop. Normally, he'd have been pulling into the VIP Spa for a quick "massage" but he had his fun already planned. Pulling in to the farthest parking spot he knew no one would hear her even if she did manage to scream. He closed the curtains separating the cab from the sleeper, turned on the lights in the back and opened the stowage compartment by raising and hooking the bunk to the back of the sleeper. She was still asleep, but was starting to move around (as much as the restraints would allow). He got onto his knees beside the compartment and began to stroke her hair. He moved his hand to her breasts, tugging on the rings and heard her moan and try to roll away from him. He just smiled and tugged again. Her eyes began to flicker open and tears appeared in their corners. The pain was waking her quickly. She looked at him with a cross between absolute horror and "deer caught in the headlights" shock. She tried to speak but realized the gag was filling her mouth so she could only mutter unintelligibly until he raised his finger to her mouth in the age-old "shhhhh" motion. She blinked and he could tell she was trying to determine if this was a nightmare or real. He leaned over the side of the compartment and took his right hand and ran it through her hair, while moving his left down her body to the juncture of her legs. She stiffened and jerked her head away, trying to roll away. This time he used his right hand to wrap into her hair and hold her head still, forcing her to look at him. He ankles were chained, ensuring she could not closed them and he stared straight into her eyes as he slid a finger into her slit and touched her clitoris. He smiled to discovered not only was she moist, she was absolutely oozing juice from her cunt. She closed her eyes and tears began to stream down her cheeks. He shook her head and told her to open her eyes. She obeyed, and he continued stroking her clit, sometimes sliding lower to just brush her warm juicy opening. Her breathing was coming in pants now. He wasn't sure if it was from arousal or fear, but he didn't care. He looked into her eyes and spoke to her, "Deidra, I am now your Master. You have wanted me from the day we met. I know it and you know it. You were meant to serve me, just look how your body responds to me. You will give me pleasure and will receive pleasure when I allow it. The rules are simple: 1. You are mine to do with as I please. I will fuck you whenever and however I choose – your mouth, your pussy or your ass. They are mine to use. I will decide when and how and you will not resist. 2. You will not try to run away from me or contact anyone. 3. You will remain quiet and out of sight unless I allow you to speak or to be seen by anyone. 4. You will obey me at all times. Failure to abide by these rules will result in punishment – Do you understand?" She just stared at him. He stopped rubbing her clit immediately. He asked her again if she understood and told her that she could nod if she understood. Still no movement. He took his left hand and slowly raised it to her left breast, took the ring in his fingers and pulled. She howled and arched her back, tears falling freely from her face. He knew it must have hurt her tremendously and hoped he wouldn't have to do it again. This time when he asked her if she understood, she responded by nodding her head up and down very quickly, her eyes wide open with a look that begged for mercy. She was learning. While holding her hands above her head, he released the chains and brought her to a sitting position. He then adjusted her hands by joining the restraints behind her back and rechaining them, effectively allowing her to sit up while still confined. He told her it was time for her first test, taking his finger and running it inside the open ring in the ring gag. He took his water bottle and squirted a little into the opening, noting that her mouth was dry. She gagged a bit was able to swallow the water. He did this twice more, allowing her a little refreshment, or so she thought. The real reason was only to moisten her mouth and throat. He stood up and unzipped his shorts, dropping them and his boxers to the floor of the truck. He asked her if she knew what he wanted and she dropped her eyes, nodding her head yes. He kneeled in front of her and pulled her head forward. The ring allowed him to slide his dick into her without worrying about her teeth. Once again, he realized just how great a tongue piercing felt when he was getting a blow job. Even unwillingly, she was wiggling her tongue just enough that the little silver ball was massaging the bottom of his cock. Accordingly, after a few more introductory thrusts, he began fucking her without mercy, his cock passing through her lips, over her tongue ring and into her throat for several minutes until he grabbed the back of her head pushed her forward and thrust into her until her nose was crushed by his pubic hair. She felt him throbbing in her mouth and felt his warm cum sliding in torrents down the back of her throat. She was gagging like mad, but as she hadn't had anything but the soft drink in the last few hours, she didn't vomit. Not that anything could have come out – his dick was blocking the way. She couldn't even breathe until he pulled his dick out of her throat. Her body shook and she took in huge breaths of air, refilling her screaming lungs repeatedly, as he readjusted her hands and laid her back, tethering her again in a laying position with her arms high above. He told her that she had been a very good girl and that he would give her a rewarded. He licked the fingers on his left hand and again started to stroke her clit, this time quicker and using a circling motion. He dipped one, then two and finally three fingers into her hole and began finger banging her while his thumb pressed and circled her clit. She was tight and slick with juicy streaming out. He was going to love fucking her. She was panting and fighting it, but after less than five minutes her cunt betrayed her by rippling tightening and squirting all over his fingers. She was exhausted and cried at the betrayal of her body. The whole time he was crooning soft words to her telling her that she was going to love belonging to him and that he was going to take care of her from now on. Her mind fought this. She didn't want to be here and she damn well didn't need anybody to take care of her. He stood up and told her he'd be right back, stating that he needed to use the bathroom and pick up some supplies. She laid her head back and closed her eyes and when he returned she had fallen back to sleep. He shook her shoulders and tweaked her nipples to rouse her again. He was holding a bag of Depends adult diapers up for her to see, along with a pack of baby wipes. "We can't just let you go into the truck stop to use the bathroom, now can we?" he asked adding; "Somebody might think you are some kind of slut going around naked". He pulled out one of the diapers and put it on her, despite her protests. She didn't stop struggling until he rolled her over and swatted her ass a couple of times. He stood up and told her to use the diaper. She shook her head and he just smiled. She was trying her best to shout at him, but with the ring gag on, he was unable to understand her. That was lucky for her; he really didn't feel like punishing her again. He knew she was hurting enough from the piercings and was scared. The last thing she saw was him smiling, as he was lowering the bunk above her head and effectively trapping her beneath it. She could see bits of light through little holes that had been drilled at the bottom front of the compartment but otherwise she was in a dark dismal box. She tried moving, but after a few minutes she realized the restraints were on to stay. She cried herself to sleep. In the front of the cab, Reggie had cranked up the truck and headed back onto the highway. He figured that by the time they got to Florida, she'd have quit being so stubborn and he'd let her have something to drink. He popped his favorite CD in, and started singing as he considered what he'd do next. Long Haul Pt. 03 Chapter 6 – First Lesson Learned Reggie turned the big rig off the interstate in Tifton, and headed east toward Waycross. He had his radio cranked up with 80's rock songs playing on one of the South GA stations. Every now and then he could hear a muffled bumping sound and a few loud grunts thrown in. He knew his little toy was wide awake and pissed off about her current situation. What woman would like to be chained up in the storage compartment of an 18-wheeler, a ring gag in her mouth, naked except for an adult diaper? He couldn't really blame her for banging around, but he'd have to make sure she stopped before they got out of Waycross, after all, they had to pass the weigh station and cabbage cops just inside the Florida line. There was a nice big empty parking lot in Waycross next to the Checker Burger and he could take care of her there. He just turned the tunes back up and ignored her. True enough, the parking lot at Checker Burger was almost empty and Reggie drove the big truck to the back corner. After stepping out to stretch and check his surroundings, he made the long walk to Checkers and ordered 2 cheeseburgers and a large Coke. Maybe she'd behave a little better if she thought she would be rewarded. It had been quite a while since she was stuffed into the truck and based on her size, he could tell she liked to eat. She was so nicely rounded in all the right areas. He climbed back in the truck and opened the bunk lid. The glare he received shined of pure unadulterated hatred. The fear and shock from earlier had been completely erased and a prime example of female rage lay before him. Somehow she had managed to loosen one of her ankles from the restraints and faster than he could react, Deidra had managed to throw her leg up, effectively kicking him in the gut (as he was already bent over from opening the lid). The shock of her kick threw him back and the lid slammed shut. He landed in a sitting position on the floor of the truck. Reggie was in shape and thanks to her other bindings, she wasn't able to pack a lot of force behind the kick, but it still surprised him. This could not be tolerated – he had to calm her down and get her in line NOW. He stood up and again approached the compartment, which had gone deathly quiet since the lid slammed. He opened the lid farther toward the side of the compartment where her head was and secured it to the back of the rig. Looking down at her glare, he made sure his face portrayed a stone-cold calmness. She seemed to realize her mistake as he lowered himself and roughly grabbed her hair, raising her head so they were face to face. "Big mistake cunt. I wanted to check and see if you needed something to eat, but it looks like you need something else instead – a little taste of what disobedience will get you" he calmly spoke. He grasped her hands and joined them together, releasing the restraints from the side of the compartment. He then tied them directly above her head to ensure no problems as he released her legs, being sure to join the ankles and knees together with chord. Her breathing was erratic and she was beginning to sweat. He grabbled her hands loose from the tie and pulled her up, hoisting her on his shoulder as he stood. He lowered the bunk bed and tossed her on top of the mattress. "I suppose I should have added that trying to hurt me would constitute a rule violation, but I thought you would be smart enough to know that without me telling you," he continued in the same monotone, chilled voice, "This will be your first lesson, so I'll try to be as gentle as possible, but you have to remember this so you won't try anything like this again." He grabbed her legs and drug them off the mattress, rolling her so that her knees were on the floor, with her tummy bent forward on the mattress. He lifted her by placing his arm under her waist and put her knees back down on a toolbox he'd moved. He ripped off the unused diaper and rubbed his hands down her back. This effectively placed her face down, hands joined under her body with her rounded ass poised and ready for punishment. Deidra was begging but the ring gag reduced her words to unintelligible sounds and grunts. As Reggie raised his hand, she swore she could hear the swoosh of air as he began raining down blows on her ass. She counted to thirty before she gave up. Fifty blows fell, being placed on her butt cheeks and the backs of her thighs. Reggie's body had become aroused as he spanked her, the earlier release having seemed ages ago. He ended the spanking by rubbing his hands across the now reddened flesh. As pale as she is, she's bound to be bruised in the morning, he thought ruefully. The heat radiating from her skin arousing him even more. He noticed Deidra relaxing as he rubbed and kneaded her flesh. As he moved his hands lower, she seemed to move toward his hands. He moved his hands to her slit and was astonished to discover her juices streaming down the inside of her legs. "Well, my little cunt likes to be spanked," he spoke out loud. In response, Deidra moaned through the gag and continued to rub her body against his hand. He placed two fingers inside her leaking cunt and her head jerked in response, she began slamming her own body onto his fingers. He removed his hand from her and saw her shocked eyes pleading at him as she turned her head to look over her shoulder at him standing behind her. "Will you be a good girl now?" he queried and her reply was a single nod of her head. He slowly unzipped his shorts, dropping them and his boxers, while her eyes watched with rapt need. He took his hands and ran them across her bottom, still radiating the warmth he loved, grabbed her hips and shoved his manhood into her in one brutal thrust. Her responding groan was not that of one in pain, but that of someone in a moment of pure release. Reggie did not take it slow on her, he was beyond that, he saw her response as she looked at him and threw her hips at him, meeting each thrust of his body. Her release was fast and strong, her body gripping him, rippling and squeezing him like no one before had done. If she hadn't had the gag on, her scream would have been heard by anyone in the vicinity. As soon as he felt her grip on his dick loosening, he realized that he had one last lesson for her. She must submit to him now and learn her place. He'd given her pleasure after her punishment and now she must prove her submission. He withdrew and told her to remain still and not say a word. He crawled to her side on the bunk and removed the ring gag. He grabbed her hair and forced her to clean her juices from his dick. She did so without complaint, remaining silent through out. He then pulled away and returned to his position behind her. "Have you ever had it up your ass before?" he asked and she nodded her head. He placed his turgid member at the entrance to her cunt and plunged in. She was unable to stifle her moan, and he slapped her ass in response. He could see her grimace in pain at the slap. He pulled out of her warm wet sheath, with his cock dripping in her juices. He ran the tip of his dick from her cunt straight up to the puckered little star of her anus, and did not even pause before pushing in to the hilt of his manhood. He watched her bury her head in the mattress and tense her body with the latest invasion. Again, Reggie showed no mercy, pulling back and beginning to pummel her tight ass, burying his dick as far as he could with each stroke. After only a few moments he felt her again slamming her body into his, meeting his trusts. She was so tight, he knew he'd never last long. Surprisingly, she beat him to the finish. He felt her body shaking and her ass clamped down hard on his dick. That was all he could take and he shot rope after rope of hot cum straight into her ass. Her eyes were closed but she was breathing, holding her position perfectly as his softening dick fell from her asshole. He smiled and patted her lower back gently, crooning "Good girl" to her as they both recovered. He helped her to roll over and sit up on the mattress (after he first placed a towel beneath her ass). She raised her eyes tentatively to his face and relaxed a little at seeing his smile. "Are you clearer on the rules and punishments now?" he asked, and she responded by nodding her head, a fearful look returning to her face. He sat down beside her and moved the hair back away from her face. Her skin and hair were moist with sweat and she had begun to shake, whether from fear again or the temperature he wasn't sure. He ran his hands across her neck and shoulders and noticed she never flinched. "For taking your punishment and being a good girl, I have a surprise!" he said and pulled out the cheeseburgers and Coke. She smiled and watched as he opened the wrapper. He began feeding her the cheeseburger, taking bites for himself and sharing the Coke as well. Within a few minutes both cheeseburgers were gone and the Coke was gone as well. "I want to ask you a question and you may answer verbally, but remember that failure to show the proper respect will earn you another punishment. I really don't think your ass could handle another spanking tonight. So – is there anything you need right now?" he asked. She looked up with a scared expression and responded, "Please, Sir, will you let me go home?" He shook his head NO and reminded her that was not what he'd asked her. "I really need to go to the bathroom, Sir," she stated. He asked what she needed to do in the bathroom and she responded that she needed to pee and blushed as she told him her bowels were beginning to try to move. He just laughed and reminded her of the adult diapers, noting again that she just couldn't go around looking like a naked little slut. This seemed to piss her off again, so he grabbed the ring gag, forced it back in her mouth, strapping it behind her head tightly. After all, she doesn't need another punishment tonight. He threw her over his shoulder and raised the bunk again. He laid her back down and refastened her arms to the chains – this time tighter than before to limit her bumping around. He refastened her struggling legs, making sure the diaper was put snugly back on and chained her legs back tightly. There was no way she'd get her legs loose again. He gave her breasts and tummy one last long rub down, tweaked her new nipple rings, being rewarded with a hateful glare and unintelligible grunts from his pet, and closed the bunk back down on her compartment. She should be tired enough now to stay quiet for a while, and by the time we make it to Jacksonville she wont be too high and mighty anymore once she uses that diaper. While the idea of cleaning her up was not something he was looking forward to, he knew she had to feel dependant on him and a little humiliation will help break her quicker. He pulled the big rig back onto the black top and headed south, his radio drowning out the sound of her grunts in the back. Long Haul Pt. 04 Fun in Florida It had been a little over 3 hours since Reggie had chained his pet back in her compartment and lowered the lid. He'd been on the Jacksonville Trucking Yard long enough to get his paperwork turned off, the trailer dropped and hooked up the empty trailer for his next pick up. He remembered with glee the squeal he'd heard her make when the rig had dislodged from the trailer, and moments later bumped into the empty that he was taking away. He knew she was awake. He didn't have to be in Homestead until the next afternoon, so that left about 12 hours for him to play with his new toy and catch a little sleep before they had to leave. The yard was quiet, with only 2 other drivers having come and gone since he'd been there. It was situated in an out of the way area and very little traffic would happen by. It was late evening now and he knew the chances of anybody coming back by were slim to none. He maneuvered the rig to the side of the yard, in the area the drivers used to service their engines. There was a water hose there and by now, Reggie knew his passenger would be in need of a little refreshing. It was dark outside with only 1 light in the service area, which was surrounded by a fence and old gnarly trees. He walked to the back of the cab and raised the bunk bed. There she was, laying chained beneath the bed in her little compartment. She'd been crying and was staring up at him with the most pitiful look he'd ever seen. In glancing lower on her body, he noticed that she had finally lost the battle of wills and the diaper had become the recipient of her unsightly loss. When she noticed that he'd seen her humiliation, the tears began anew. Reggie locked the bunk bed in the upright position and knelt beside her. He smiled at her in the way a parent would look at a precious child. "See sweetheart, don't you feel better now?" he cooed to her as he began unchaining her. He hooked a short piece of rope, about 3 feet to the collar she was wearing, looked sternly at her and told her to remember what happens if she breaks the rules. She looked up at him fearfully as he removed her gag and led her to the front of the cab and opened the door. He climbed out of the rig and pulled until she started climbing down, her knees wobbly after having been in the cramped compartment for so long. He pulled her to the side of the truck, grabbed the water hose and marched her to the side of the little shack in the service area where the old tires were kept. He reached down and turned the nozzle, releasing the water, and pointed the hose at her. Other than a slight squeak sound that escaped as the water first hit her, she made no noise. He transferred the rope into the same hand he was using to hold the water hose and used his free hand to start shaking her hair. He ran the water over the top of her head, wetting her hair and streaming down her face and shoulders. He lowered it to her chest and turned her so that he could run the water over her back. He told her to take off her diaper, which she did as her tears mingled with the cool water that continued to drip down her face. He grabbed her hair and used it to pull her forward, bending her body at the waist. He told her to open the cheeks of her ass, and she did. He moved the hose down her body to her rear entrance and sprayed away what remained from the contents of the diaper, after which he released her to stand and continued to spray the cool water over her, paying special attention to her new piercings. As he continued cleansing her, he rubbed his hands over her, enjoying the sensation of the cool wet skin. After a few minutes, Reggie turned off the water, dropped the hose and grabbed the discarded diaper. He tossed it into a nearby trashcan and pulled his toy back into the truck. She was still looking at him with fear, when he reached into his bag and brought out a towel, which he used to dry her body and began rubbing over her hair. He brought out a brush and baby lotion from a cubby hole beside the bunk bed. He brushed her hair back and rubbed the baby lotion over her entire body, working his way down to her toes, and massaging her feet, kissing each toe as he finished. He grabbed the bottle of saline solution Amy had given him and poured it into a shot glass she had also supplied. He pulled Deidra into a sitting position and quickly put the saline filled shot glass over her nipple. She opened her mouth, but quickly closed it and began gritting her teeth as the saline burned her new piercing. "Sorry, but we have to take care of these. Can't have 'em getting infected now, can we?" He stated. After a few minutes, he removed the glass and repeated the process on her other nipple. Many thoughts were running through Deidra's mind, not the least of which was the troubling realization that her clit was now erect and throbbing. He'd made her cum so hard the last time, that her body was now craving his attention. She knew that, to her great shame, if he were to touch her cunt, he would find a heated swamp, her juices literally overflowing. During the years of her marriage, she'd never felt this way – so hot and ready. Why? This man had taken her against her will, without her consent and had humiliated her. She couldn't understand this – she was a large woman – with too many curves and her breasts were so large! What man would want that? It was all too confusing. She couldn't think clearly, and the fact that he was now nibbling on her breast while squeezing the other wasn't helping. In fact, it was making her want him to ram him huge cock inside her right now. This wasn't normal, and it bothered her, but her body wanted it. She moved her hands to his back, pulling him to her and encouraging him to continue. He raised his head to see her face and found her eyes brimming with lust. Only one word escaped her lips – "Please". He could not stop, he pushed her onto her back and spread her legs. He stood only long enough to remove his pants before returning to her body. He looked between her legs and found her clit fully emerged from its hood and poking through the lips of her cunt, standing proudly. He moved his head to taste her but as his tongue touched her, her hands entangled in his hair and pulled him to move so that his body was laying directly above her, face to face. She moved her legs, placing both her feet around him and pressing them to the flesh of his buttocks as she lifted her body from the bed. His cock was quickly enveloped by her heat. He found her wet and throbbing sheath and matched her movements. The two began the movements of the age old mating dance and moved in tandem. Reggie took her hands and held them beside her head, pinning her down. His thrusting became harder and more forceful. She began moaning and tossing her head from side to side and he felt her cunt contract as she opened her eyes and shrieked, her back arching. Her orgasm was almost too much for him. He rode her hard, knowing his own completion was only moments away. As she slumped back in bliss, he quickly grabbed her hair, withdrew from her lower body and moved to shove his dick into her mouth. He barely made it in time for his first blast of cum to erupt in the confines of her mouth. Five more volleys followed suit and she drank him down, cleaning him with her mouth after he was finished. He lay down beside her and gathered her in his arms. He watched her as a look of confusion and sadness grew on her face. He said nothing, only held her and kissed her neck. There will be time for explanations later. Long Haul Stranger It was hot and steamy as I arrived at the airport in Johannesburg for the long journey to Sydney, Australia. This was the beginning of a month-long holiday over Christmas from working in central Africa and I was overjoyed to be heading back to some normalcy and "civilisation." I checked in and was allocated my seat on the 747 right at the rear. Seating was arranged in a 3-4-3 configuration but the row at the extreme rear only had two seats where the design of the fuselage tapered. I was allotted the window seat which had the added benefit of a small triangle of space on the floor beside the fuselage for my hand luggage. I'd been seated here before and enjoyed the extra space on long-haul flights which permitted feet to be rested on hand luggage to get one's head down when laid sideways on the seat. (I never could sleep seated and on my back!) I took my seat and hoped it would be my lucky day; that the aisle seat would be empty allowing an even better sleeping position lain on my side across both seats! I had dressed comfortably, in tailored shorts, a loose fitting cotton short sleeved shirt and soft moccasin style loafers with no socks. Once settled into my seat, I took in the surroundings, observing the other people situated around my vicinity and engaged in my usual habit of people watching as more passengers entered the cabin and wandered up the aisles looking for their allotted seats. After a short wait, an attractive woman dressed in a loose sweater and very tight blue jeans approached and took the seat next to me. I could see that other male passengers turned their heads to follow this lady and must have felt pangs of jealousy when she stopped to stow her overhead luggage alongside me! She introduced herself on sitting with a friendly smile and a "Hello" as Christine. "You can call me Chrissy." She was about five foot two, light brown (almost blonde) long hair, a nice ass - firm and shapely, breasts with an impact even through her shapeless sweater and obviously in good physical condition. She was 29 (five years my senior at that time) and was headed for Perth to pick up her belongings from a recent divorce; she and her husband had been working together on private yachts for eight years and he had developed a drink habit. She enlightened me that because he would not seek help to end his addiction, she decided then and there to split from him. She filed for divorce, got a job in Durban and had just been notified the divorce was final. In the meantime, she had met another guy she wanted to stay with and was going to Perth to settle up the property and return to her new lover. All of this I discovered during dinner conversation and over a few shared glasses of wine. Looking into my eyes, she confided she was "now free and ready for some excitement." After an hour or so into our flight, the movie screens started up and the movie preliminaries were running as the flight attendants went around the cabin to lower all the shades. "I'd rather talk, if it's OK with you; this movie is terrible" offered Chrissie. I had also seen the movie and agreed. We spent the next two hours getting to know each other better. Chrissy at one point said, "You have terrific eyes, I get really turned on by blue eyes." She was overtly flirting with me; placing her hand on my thigh and arm. We continued to chat, flirting with each other and she talked about kids, asked if I was married, questioned me about women in my past and all manner of things in an open and sharing exchange. By now, the cabin of the aircraft was in darkness and many of the passengers had fallen asleep. Just before the end of the movie, Chrissy excused herself for a few minutes, reached into the overhead bin for her hand luggage (stretching long enough to get my mind focused on her hips and the clear outline of the bulge and crack of her pussy in those wonderful tight jeans) and headed to the lavatory at the back. When she returned, she was wearing loose-fitting jogging pants and tee shirt. "Would you mind if I lifted the arm dividing the seats?" she enquired. "Of course not!" I replied. I had no idea of what she had in mind, until she confided to me a short while later as we shared a night-cap of a large Cognacs that one of her greatest turn-ons was the risk of discovery while having sex. "My husband was not a great lover, but in the close confines of a boat it was always exciting to fuck without anyone nearby knowing about it; I had more orgasms from fucking near other people than from the sex act itself." As she shared this with me in an excited whisper, she was already visibly breathing more quickly. Imagine my excitement when Chrissy arranged the blankets we were issued over both of us, now no longer separated, and curled up like spoons under the security of the blankets in the otherwise crowded seats. She reached back in the near darkness and took my hand to place it on her waist and pushed back to press her backside against my (now rapidly engorging) cock. I started to give her a back rub, slowly working over her shoulders and upper back, discovering an obvious lack of bra straps. She purred quietly, and after a while she shuffled her shapely bottom on the seat, pushing it deliberately back into my growing erection. With both hands I reached around under her loose tee shirt and fondled her breasts, her nipples grew firmer under my gentle stroking. Her breasts were magnificent; soft and smooth yet pert and full and her nipples were the size of my index fingers and about a quarter of an inch long! Without much ado, Chrissy reached back and started stroking my erect cock through my shorts with one hand and then unbuckled my belt, released the button on the waistband of my shorts and lowered my zip. I whispered in her ear. "How do you do that? I struggle to even do that with two hands!" She laughed. "Years of practice; don't worry, it gets better." My hard-on sprang out of my tight bikini briefs as she pulled the waistband forward. She whispered over her shoulder. "I'm glad you're not wearing boxer shorts, I can't stand them." Chrissy began to stroke my cock, now slightly oozing with its own lubrication. She used the pre-come to help rotate her thumb gently around the head, stroking it with ever firmer pressure. I withdrew my hands from under her tee shirt to push my pants down further, allowing me to slip the briefs down below my swollen balls, which she now explored with her questioning hand. Lubricating her fingers even more with her saliva, she alternately rubbed my balls and massaged the head of my cock. My hands were now free, and I hungrily reached forward for her erect nipples, shortly afterward sliding my right hand down her belly and slipping it under the loose elastic waistband of her jogging pants. She was wearing no panties underneath and the crotch area inside of the cotton jogging pants was already wet with her juices. I delved lower to stroke gently over her mound, which was shaved but for a narrow strip, soft and fleshy and a little slippery by now. As I stroked her pussy, her lubrication welcomed my fingers into her warm wet cunt as she opened her thighs slightly to expose herself to my probing fingers. Rubbing the juices on my fingers, I began to circle her clitoris and then used my fingers to stroke in and out of her pussy while my thumb tickled and pushed against her swollen clitoris. She was breathing harder now and she could not stop moving her ass around on the seat, first bucking her soaking pussy against my right hand, then pushing her ass back against my cock through the jogging bottoms. Just then, a stewardess came down the aisle, paused noticeably as she came up to our row, glared at me (me? why me? there are two of us here, you know!), almost said something, then apparently decided that since we were bothering nobody else, she would keep moving. Thank God! While we were both close to fully clothed at that time, there was little chance she could do anything under the guise of legality, but who needs the embarrassment, or the hassle for that matter? As the stewardess left, Chrissy turned to me and whispered. "She knows exactly what we are doing, and she's jealous! Now I want to have your hard cock inside me. I'll keep quiet, but I need you to fuck me now." With this, she lifted her ass off the seat slightly and slid her bottoms down below her knees under the blanket. She separated her legs slightly and moved back so I could slide into her dripping pussy from behind. I moved slowly in and out as she purred and pushed back onto my cock quietly so we would not wake our neighbours. At the same time, I reached back around to stroke her clitoris easily but steadily. The appearance of the stewardess had startled me, and most of the urgency for release that had built up from her stroking my hard-on had subsided, so it was a nice, long, easy fuck, punctuated by her gentle spasms in orgasm three times before my cock pressure built up to the point of no return. I came with the most excruciating pleasure I had felt in my life (actually for the last month, but you know how easy it is to lose perspective at the moment.) I felt like I unleashed at least a pint of cum into her already dripping cunt. I sighed, and whispered in her ear. "Chrissy, it must have been heaven that sent you to this seat. You don't know how much I needed that." She then turned around in the seat to sit normally and kissed me for the first time. Then she spoke in all sincerity to me. "I needed it just as much as you did; you're a terrific fuck, but on top of that it's the danger that makes me come so much. Thanks for being here; I dreamed that I'd be fucked silly on this trip." As we kissed, I told her about my favorite turn-on. "What I like best is eating pussy, but there is no room here for that. Would you like to go to the back of the plane with me?" "What do you mean? In the lavatory?" she asked. "Yes. If we are reasonably cautious we can get in there without causing uproar" I replied. "I've never done that before, " Chrissy explained. I thought to myself; "She thinks this is a regular habit for me?" and chuckled to myself. "There's a first time for everything" I said, and moved to pull up my pants and buckle my belt. She thought about it for a minute and then said, "Why not, let's try it!" She drew up her jogging pants and tied the drawstring (I hadn't noticed there was one before - must not have been tied.) Then she got up and headed for the back of the 'plane, with me following directly behind and slightly stooped to conceal my cock, which remained semi erect. She entered the first lavatory, which was vacant (good thing the flight was long, and everybody was still asleep). I slipped right in behind her before the flight attendants noticed we were even there. As I closed the door, she turned and we started to kiss passionately. She broke for a quick question; "How do you do anything in this little space?" As I untied the draw-string on her jogging pants, I said, "Just lift up and sit on the sink, and let me taste that beautiful pussy of yours." Chrissy lifted, spread her legs, and I could see her cunt lips were still swollen from her last orgasm. I gently tongued her outer lips, occasionally turning my head to nip the insides of her thighs, but always returning to circle her clit and as it swelled up, suck on it gently. There was no end to the wetness; her own lubrication, supplemented by the enormous load I had pumped into her pussy, dripped down both sides of my chin onto the stainless steel sink surface and trailed down her thighs. After licking her into another shuddering orgasm, I realised how hard I was getting again and finally stood up, sliding her ass slightly off the surface and drove my cock into her again while we exchanged extremely wet but tasty kisses, flavoured by both of our juices. Such a short time after the last fuck and she was so slippery and wet; this time it lasted at least twenty minutes, both of us sighing and savouring the overwhelming sensations coursing through our bodies. Finally, after a slow build-up that I never wanted to end, I came again, not as much this time, but she sensed it and started bucking hard just at the same moment. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. Suddenly, a lit sign came on telling us to return to the cabin. After a few minutes we were able to adjust ourselves to the degree that we looked presentable and returned to our seats. Just as we opened the door, the same stewardess who we had encountered earlier was looking right into my eyes. She said angrily, "Please return to your seats and stay there. We have some turbulence and the captain has turned on the seat-belt sign." I couldn't help but think that maybe we were the cause of the turbulence, but then that's just my imagination running away with me again! As we settled in to the seats, Chrissy pushed the seat armrest down. "I think everyone is waking up, let's not push our luck" she offered. We settled down and dozed on and off for the remainder of the journey until the breakfast service was beginning. The cabin lights were turned on and we were again two strangers who happened to be sitting next to each other on the plane. The secret of our mile-high lovemaking was secure. We exchanged contact details, but with her in Durban and me in central Africa, it was not likely we'd ever meet again. Both of us promised to use caution in contacting each other should the opportunity arise, so that any current domestic arrangements would not be disturbed, but also promised to get together if possible again. I said goodbye to Chrissy at the seat once we landed in Perth and she got off the 'plane, whilst I remained for the onward journey to Sydney. Now, whenever I fly long haul, I always hope to be seated next to an attractive woman rather than an empty seat! Long Haul "Yeah, so?" "In less than forty-eight hours I can have sex." "Hey. You tryin' to get my goat." "Nope. Just pointin' out the facts that... wait a minute. It will actually be in less than forty-four hours if we use Eastern Standard Time." "Listen. I really don't mean to be a grouch, but you are way too young to talk about stuff like that with an old geezer like me." "Why? Can't your heart take it?" "Jeez girl. You really do know how to get to a guy don't ya?" "Okay. Okay. I'll behave. But promise me one thing." "What?" "Promise me you'll have the "birds and the bees" talk with me in two days." "Okay. If you promise me one thing." "What?" "Promise me you'll not talk about stuff like that until we get to California." "Okay." "Promise?" "I promise. But when we get there, you better be prepared for a whole lot of questions comin' at ya." "Okay. If you're still of the mind to do so two days from now, I'll do the best I can to answer your questions." "Fine. Now, this is a serious question. Do you think we should detour to the Dakotas or Oklahoma and help with clean-up? In my opinion, that's the best way to celebrate Earth Day." "Ordinarily, I'd agree. But, when we get to California, seein's as it's your eighteenth and all, I want to drop off these trailers and head to Oregon. If you want, you can go with me to the Avenue of Giants and I'll show you what Earth Day means to me." "The Avenue of Giants? Sounds romantic to me." "Oh, I guarantee you it is way more than romantic. In fact, every time I go there, I reaffirm my love, my profound love, for this planet." "Can't wait to go. Step on it, will ya?" "No tickets remember. I'll get us there on time. But, it will help greatly if you sing." So she sang. She sang songs from Puccini, Schubert, Bob Dylan, Billie Holiday, and Patsy Cline. She made up songs as we traveled through all those purple mountains on the way to what many consider to be the most beautiful place on earth. I drove far into the night determined that she would wake up on her eighteenth birthday to the most magnificent place I'd ever been in my whole life. It was 2 A. M. on the morning of the twenty-second when I dropped off the trailers in San Jose and morning when I pulled on to the Avenue of the Giants five hours later. THE FOREST PRIMEVAL When I found a suitable spot, I pulled the rig off the road, made some coffee and waited 'til my co-pilot woke up. "Where are we?" she asked. "Paradise." "Where's the sun? How come it seems light out, but there's no sun?" "You'll see. Drink your coffee. We've got some explorin' to do." "Explorin'?" "Yup. Finish now. Hurry up or we may be too late." "Too late? Too late for what?" "Finish up." "All right all ready. "I'll hurry, but can't you give me a hint." "Nope. Just finish, put on your shoes and be ready to be humbled." "Ooh. Sounds kinky. Are we gonna have that sex talk now?" "Nope. And oh year, Happy Birthday. Hurry, your present awaits you." "Oh my god she says, you got me a present." "Hurry." She set her coffee down, laced up her shoes and went to open the cab door. "Wait. Here wrap this bandanna around your eyes." "Uh-oh. You really are a serial killer aren't you." "Nope. But I don't know how else to help you unwrap your present without seein it too early." "Okay. Anyway, I was just kiddin 'bout the serial killer stuff." "I know. Now scoot." I climbed down out of the rig and went around to her side. "Now open the door and slide one foot down until I get a good hold on it." She did and I helped her down out of the cab and got her standin' on the ground. "Now listen." "I don't hear anything." "Listen." She listened for a few seconds and then said, "I still don't hear anything." "That's right." "What's right?" "There's no sound hear at this time of morning. No wind. No cars. No radio. No nothin'." "Wow. You're right. It is eerily quiet." "Now take my hand and follow where I lead you." "Where..." "Shh. Quiet now. Trust me. Just let the gentle pull of my hand guide you." She did. She trusted me so I led her to the place I'd come to for years. I led her to the middle of paradise. I took her to the center of a stand of giant redwoods rising into the sky at least a couple, three hundred feet. I led her there and untied the bandanna and took it from around her eyes. "Happy Birthday," I said as I walked away from her to sit at the base of one of the giants. "Oh my god. Oh my god. I've never..." She fell to her knees looking up at the tops of the trees, raised her arms and cried out, "Thank you god. Thank you, thank you, thank you." She put her face in her hands and cried. I too cried knowing the joy she felt at actually seeing these magnificent beauties up close. To me, there is no greater museum in all the cities of all the countries anywhere in the world. This was my church and I was glad to share it with her. After awhile, she came and sat beside me. She asked me to tell her of my life, so I did. I told her I was divorced and that our only son was killed in a car wreck years ago. I told her I preferred being alone as there was less pain that way and I was free to come and go as I please. I told her I liked being on the road and knew so many great places that were all over the country even as far away as Alaska and Florida. I told her I liked Sushi and rice wine and I was most times just as happy with vegetables as I used to be with meat. I told her I liked to watch farriers shoe horses. I told her I used to play drums in a drum and bugle corps. I told her there were things I was afraid of but one by one I sought them out to confront them. I told her I like poetry. I told her she was pretty. "Do you think so?" "Yes. Some lucky guy is gonna catch your eye and there will be magic. You'll never know anything like it." "What about these trees." "That is an experience that is bigger than anything we mere humans can describe." "But we cut them down?" "Yes. And that's one of the great travesties of the human race." "I've decided." "Decided what?" "I've decided my first sex question for you." "Oh." "Yeah. I've been thinkin' about it for a couple days now." "Must be an important question." "It is to me. "Okay. Shoot." "Will you be my first?" And of course dear reader, you already know my answer. On the way back to the rig, we spotted a deer about twenty yards away from us. "Oh my god. Look. An omen." "An omen?" "Yeah," she said. "A sign." "What do you think it means?" "It means the forest approves of us. It wants us to help keep it pristine and intact" "Us." "Yeah. Just like at the end of the old time movie when the two guys go walking across the airport runway. We're in this together for the long haul" "The beginning, huh." "Yup. Just the beginning. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be dry as a bone. I'm gonna take everything you can give me until there ain't no more to take, both literally and figuratively. And of course we'll also work to help save the planet." "By the way", I interrupted. "What's your name?" She looked up at me and grinned so big I thought her head would disappear behind her smile. "Angel." "Angel, huh. It figures."