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Some Days

By: j.g.e. powers



Everyday affects you in some way. Some days more than others. Then there are days that change everything forever. I remember a day like that - a day that changed our lives - like it was yesterday. It was April 30, 1979. God, what a day!

***

"Oh, God, yes! Yes! Stick your finger up my ass!" Marie screeched. She groaned deliciously and her body trembled as my finger slipped easily into her well lubricated asshole. Saliva had been dribbling down her asscrack since I had started eating her pussy twenty minutes prior, and both holes were saturated.

I felt her asshole muscles clamp on my probing finger and her hot cunt contract in anticipation. I sucked her clit, hard, and was rewarded with a wail of passion as she climaxed.

Her body arched and her hips bucked against my mouth and finger. Her legs tightened around my head and her fingers dug deeply into the bed-sheets. Hungrily, I slurped at her flowing cunt-juice, my tongue darting in and out of her wide- open gash. Her piercing wail changed to hard grunts, then soft, aching moans as the eruption in her body finally slowed.

"No more! Please, no more!" she panted, pulling my head up from between her thighs. "Stop, I can't take anymore."

Breathing heavily, my face smeared with her wild juices and my own saliva, I pulled up and smiled at her. My finger plopped, loudly, from her still twitching rear end.

"I love eating your pussy!" I said, truthfully, rolling beside her body.

Marie's face was still flushed from exertion; eyes slited. Her chest heaved, making her perky tits; nipples still hard, rise and fall rapidly. A small, self-satisfied smiled played around her full lips. I saw her shiver as cool air washed over her lightly misted body.

"And I love having you eat me!" she cooed. "I wish you could eat me and fuck my cunt and my asshole all at the same time. That would be heaven!"

"How about you sucking my cock and I'll stick two dildos up your holes. Would that do?"

"Ow, plastic! Yucky-poo! Vibrators are fun, but I want the real thing! I've gotten greedy."

"I'm gonna have to grow a couple of more cocks, or invite some friends over to help."

She giggled. "Oh, that sounds interesting. Anyone I know?"

I knew she wasn't serious, but it was the only opening I was going to get. "How about your girlfriend, Ellie?" I asked, casually. "I could fuck your pussy, stick a phony cock up your ass and you could eat her cunt." I said it with a big smile.

Playfully, she punched my arm. "You bastard! I never should have told you about that those fantasies of mine. You can't fool me, you want to fuck her."

"That too!" I said, chuckling. "Think about the possibilities; all that three-way action."

I pulled her plaint body to mine; my still-hard cock jabbing her in the stomach, and whispered a graphic description of what the three of us would do. Despite herself she was turned on, and I knew it. Marie had a highly developed erotic imagination, almost as good as mine, and even though she said she wouldn't participate in group sex, especially with another woman, the idea - the dream, the fantasy - was something her sexy mind would explore.

I played with one of her big nipples, slowly revolving it between my fingers. Her breathing thicken and her legs automatically opened for my probing fingers. Her cunt hair was wild and thick and matted with pussy-juice. Gently, I rubbed her exposed clit. She moaned and grabbed my cock, stroking back the foreskin, exposing the large purple cockhead.

"Think of our tongues and hands exploring your body; in your mouth, your cunt, up your ass, tweaking your tits. Feel her pussyhairs on your face, her steamy cunt grinding down on your mouth; juice dribbling down your throat."

Marie groaned loudly, squeezed my cock, hard, and humped her hips against my hand. Her body undulated beneath my agile fingers; her mind wrapped in a hot, exotic dream of forbidden passion.

I saw her face contort and her hands jerk in uncontroll- able reaction to the sex-induced images flashing behind her closed eyes.

"Fuck me!" she hissed. "Oh, God, Johnny, fuck me, hard!"

My cock sank into her scalding cunt like a hot knife through butter. Firm legs clamped behind my ass, pulling me deep into her body. Her tongue speared my mouth, forcing its way to the back of my throat, wiggling wantonly, like a living thing. Greedily, I sucked on it.

We fucked hard and fast; my cock driving deep, her hands guiding my hips, drawing my prick out, almost to the very tip, then plunging them forward to smash against her upraised pelvis. On the fifth hard stroke she started to cum; tiny, electric jolts that built to a crescendo and released a tidal wave of pure, hot pleasure.

"Suck her cunt, babe," I whispered in her ear, "Suck! Feel my cock in your cunt! Your tongue in her pussy!"

Marie responded by thrusting her tongue deep in my mouth, flicking it up and down against the roof of my mouth; the same motion I used to lick her juicy clit.

Reaching beneath her heaving ass, I brutally rammed a finger up her asshole. Her whole body went rigid - like a steel beam.

"All in you, babe! All in you!" I hissed in her ear, "Feel our hands, our tongues, my cock! All your holes are full! Fuck, babe, fuck!"

My words jumbled together as the tightness in my balls revved to an unbearable pitch. I slammed my prick all the way home. Marie's arms and legs clamped on my heaving body. Boiling cum flooded her contracting cunt and I felt her instant response. Out of control, she shook violently; her body reacting to the massive climax that exploded outward from her burning cunt, engulfing her body, enflaming her brain, tormenting her with fits of churning, twisting, pulsating, hot pleasure.

She dug her fingers into my back, her heels into my ass, and our bodies, locked together, bucked in wonderfully wicked spasms of blinding release.

Exhausted, we went limp and melted into the mattress.

The bed looked like a battlefield.

"Ooooo, that was so good," Marie moaned. "You're a prick for making me think these evil thoughts."

"Bullshit!" I groaned. "You're just a latent hedonist. Maybe your Catholic school upbringing says you can't do all these things, but your body says, yes, you can."

I rolled over and looked deeply into her bright eyes. She furrowed her brow as my words hit home. I kissed her heaving nipple.

"Try it once," I said quietly, "If you don't like it, I'll never ask you to do it again."

Marie turned away from me and I felt a flood of dejection. I knew she was rejecting the idea out of hand. Fantasies were one thing, reality was something completely different. She would dream her dreams, but she wasn't going to act them out in real life, no matter how deep the desire, or the curiosity. Or so I thought.

"Is that a promise?" she asked in a very soft voice.

"What?"

She turned and put her arms around my neck. "If I don't like it, or even if I do, and don't want to do it ever again, you won't force me. Do you promise?"

It took all my will to suppress my elation. "I promise," I said solemnly, raising my hand in a parody of swearing on the Bible, then I kissed her gently.

"I'm serious," she said. "Ever since you got me started fantasizing, I've wondered what it would be like to have group sex; two guys in me at the same time, or fuck a black guy, or us and another woman. I cum just dreaming about it, and I want to do it, but if things don't go right, I don't want to be forced. Ever! Understand?"

I nodded, my face serious.

"And remember, once we go down this road, there may be no turning back." She hugged me close.

I knew what she meant. Marie was really a hot, wild piece of ass - a slut at heart - disguised as a housewife and mother. Eventually, she might want to indulge in more things than I was willing to agree to. Her true capacity for sex far out reached mine, but that was the excitement of the sexual unknown that so intrigued me. On that day I wasn't thinking about anything beyond my own dick.

I nodded again and kissed her lightly on the lips, a sudden image of Ellie, naked, between my legs, and Marie, with a black cock up her ass, filled my mind.

"Now," I said trying to control my breathing, "the only thing left is to convince your girlfriend to participate."

Marie giggled, like a little girl, and stuck her face in the crook of my arm.

"She has the same fantasies as I do," she said, still laughing. "She's even had the same dream; all three of us fucking together."

* * *

Eleanor Hansen - Ellie - was a forty-three year old widow; a year older than Marie, and her exact physical opposite: tall, lithe, blonde, and fair skinned; all attributes of her Swedish heritage. Her medium sized tits were round with little sag and her ass appeared tight and firm.

Marie was Cuban born and had an oriental caste to her eyes. With her beautiful smile, flashing Latin eyes, smooth olive skin, raven hair, and perfectly formed, petite figure, she created the other half of a very erotic-looking duo.

Both women were attractive, blessed with good bodies, and neither looked their age. I could remember wondering, when I first saw them together, what it be like to have both of them in bed at the same time. A tall blonde and a tiny brunette!

And now, I was going to find out. My body tingled in anticipation and excitement.

Marie planned a quiet dinner at home, just the three of us. I didn't bother asking whether or not she had broached the real reason for our quiet tete-a-tete. It would have been a stupid question. Marie and Ellie shared all confidences. If Ellie showed, she would be aware of where this would all end up, and her appearance would also be her consent.

She was early.

Ellie wore a black leather mini-skirt, a brightly colored beaded sweater, and very high heels. Sexy and provocative! And she carried it off well.

She blushed a deep red when I complimented her appearance.

Marie, dressed somewhat similar, just smiled and whisked her off to the kitchen, leaving me to make drinks, and to quell my thickening prick.

I heard Ellie whisper.

"I'm excited as a girl on her first date. You too?"

Marie giggled and nodded her head.

The music was soft and the dinner, as always, was excellent. Between the pre-dinner drinks, wine, and after- dinner cordials we were pretty loose. We laughed a lot, finding some of the most innocuous things hilarious. We also made a lot of eye contact; deep knowing glances tinted with desire and anticipation of things to come, all followed by a rush of foolish giggles. At one point, as their eyes met, Marie and Ellie even blushed, their faces turning scarlet with secret thoughts.

"Who wants to dance?" I asked heartily, trying to break the ice.

"Me!" they answered in unison.

"Hey, guys, I'm good, but I'm not that good. One at a time, and don't fight over me."

"You go first, Marie," Ellie said.

Marie started to get up, then thought better of it, "Let's all dance together," she said to Ellie. "Com'on, it'll be fun; better than one of us sitting around watching."

Laughing, the three of us embraced clumsily, each trying to find comfortable positions and get in sync with the others. Marie and Ellie wound up stomach to stomach, while I rubbed up against their sides, my arms around both of them.

"This is every dirty old man's dream," I said.

"Well, you certainly qualify!" Marie said.

Ellie giggled, "I like dirty old men," she said in her little girl voice, "They're my favorite people."

We all laughed.

As we swayed to the mellow music, my hands roamed their Backs - neither was wearing a bra - then came to rest on their shapely asscheeks. No moves were made to shrug off my exploring hands. Messaging each globe gently, I felt the muscles of their asses respond beneath my fingers. My cock twitched and rubbed up against Ellie's thigh. At the same time, Marie rotated her ass beneath my hand, forcing her hips against Ellie's crotch. Ellie's breath quickened and she lowered her eyes, a blazing flush of arousal on her pretty face.

"Great dinner, honey," I said, nonchalantly, and kissed her softly. "Great company, too."

I kissed Ellie, flicking my tongue, quickly, in and out of her moist mouth. For a fleeting second her lips clamped and sucked on it. My thickened cock strained and pressed tightly against the vee of her groin. My hands tightened on their asscheeks.

"Hey, you two," Marie said with a secret smile, "don't forget about me. Kissy, kissy. Share and share alike."

She gave Ellie a fleeting kiss and said, "I agree! Lovely company!" There was a sudden huskiness in her voice.

"Com'on, you can do better than that," I said, turning the girls towards each other. "If you two are going to share, do it right."

Nervously, they giggled and drew together, their lips tentative, barely touching; trying to decide whether or not they liked the new taste and strange, stimulating feeling.

I sucked my breath in as their bodies tightened against each other, their mouths meshing together tightly. My mind could see their exploring tongues tracing hot paths of desire in the wet caverns of their mouths.

Pressing close, my hands, under the sweaters, kneaded their hot, bare flesh. Reaching around their backs, I cupped a warm, naked tit with each hand. Ellie's was full, soft and round; Marie's smaller breast was hard and firm. Their nipples hardened against my palm. My pants tented as my hard cock strained against the material.

"I think someone is getting very familiar," Ellie said, laughing and breathing hard.

"He's not getting familiar," Marie said, looking down at my hard-on, "he's just happy to see us."

As we laughed the music changed to a Latin beat and Marie danced away, undulating her body to the fiery rhythm.

"Ow, look at her go," Ellie exclaimed. "I wish I could dance like that."

Her ass was moving in time to the music, rubbing against my prick, sending tingling sensations up and down the thick shaft. "You could fool me," I said, slipping my hands under her sweater and cupping her tits. The nipples stiffened immediately. I rubbed my cock against the crack of her ass.

She moaned softly and pressed backwards.

"Oh, Johnny," she gasped, "is this really happening? You're getting me really worked up, right in front of your wife."

"What do you think?" I asked, nuzzling her hair and watching my wife dance.

Music turned Marie on! She moved like a snake; her body loose and supple, giving each movement a sensuous, sexual meaning. My mouth went dry as she began to loosen the zipper of her skirt. It fell to the floor and she nimbly stepped out of it, still swaying and turning to the music's sensual beat. My balls hardened and began to ache. Through wispy lace panties, I could see her red garter belt framing the raven-black triangle of her lush pubic hair. Her eyes were bright and her face was flushed. I smiled!

Marie had a streak of exhibitionist in her and she enjoyed showing herself off.

Ellie's hands reached behind her and she grabbed my hard rod, gently squeezing it. My hands squeezed her tits and she quivered in pleasure.

"Oh, that feels so good," she whispered to me, her hot eyes on Marie's crotch. "She's got such a beautiful, thick jungle of hair; mine so fine."

"Think of the fun you'll have finding her pussy," I said.

The scandalous thought made her shivered as if touched by ice. I kissed the nape of her neck and my fingers fumbled with her skirt zipper, finally sliding in down.

"It snaps, too," she said.

Her agile fingers deftly undid my fly and my prick leaped free. I sighed in relief as her hot hands clamped on the steely shank. Trembling, I attacked the snap on her leather mini-skirt. It popped and Ellie wiggled her hips. The skirt slowly slid down her shapely hips. Like Marie, she wore only flimsy panties - black - and a garter belt to hold up her hose.

Her skin was hot. I could feel the gentle blonde down that covered her naked stomach.

Marie's eyes were hot and intense as she watched Ellie and I grope each other's body. Her hands flew over the buttons of her blouse; her hips still moving to the music. The blouse opened, baring perky tits; her big nipples erect and stiff. With a flourish she tossed it aside.

Almost completely naked, she whirled and twisted, moving her body sinuously; each graceful movement sexually provocative. Using her blouse like a Matador's cape she teased us with fleeting glimpses of her most secret charms.

I pulled Ellie's beaded sweater over her head, baring the rest of her body. She offered no resistance. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes were slits, but never wavered from Marie's slithering form. My tongue zigzaged over her back leaving wet trails of saliva in its wake. I saw the goosebumps rise and felt her body tremble as I recaptured a tit with one hand and began fingering her cunthair with the other.

The music stopped. Abruptly, Marie ripped her panties off and rushed to us, throwing her arms around both; raining hot, wet kisses on our faces, probing our mouths with her snake-like tongue.

"Mmmmmmm!" she panted. "I got so hot watching you guys! Oh, Ellie, you feel so soft!"

Ellie let my cock go and the girls embraced fiercely, lips locked; bodies pressed hard together, tongues entwining.

I pulled Ellie's panties down, ripping them in the process, and pushed my cock into the cleft of her ass. The hard muscles of her buttocks clamped on it, holding it prisoner.

Ellie was sandwiched between us and our trembling hands roamed over her lovely body at will. She giggled nervously.

"I can't believe we're really doing this," she said, "It's like a dream."

"A fantasy," I said. "Enjoy it."

Cooing softly, Marie took one of her tits in her mouth and began sucking greedily on the stiff nipple.

She was displaying a far greater enthusiasm than even I had imagined, or could have hoped for.

My hand covered the dewy blonde thatch between Ellie's legs and my finger slid roughly over her exposed clit sending a spasm of delight surging through her, almost buckling her legs. With my prick still wedged in the cleft of her asscheeks, I leaned forward and stuck my other hand between my wife's legs, forcing the index finger up her hot cunt.

It slid into the slippery channel without effort.

Both women moaned loudly.

"You and me first?" Marie panted and Ellie, her eyes half closed; face flushed with the new excitement of having a woman suck her tits, bobbed her head in consent.

"Us first," Marie said to me. "You can watch."

She smiled.

Staggering slightly, they walked to the bedroom, arm in arm. I stood there panting, my cock and balls aching, ready to burst, but my mind was enflamed with images of their bodies entwined. I squeezed the base of my cock, retarding the desire to shoot my load and meekly followed behind them.

* * *

From the bedroom doorway I watched them sit on the bed, their scantily clad bodies glowing in the dimness. The way they were dressed and the soft light made it seem like I was watching a high class porn movie.

"I've never done anything like this before," I heard Ellie say, a nervous tremor in her voice, "but I'm so hot and you feel so good."

"We've dreamt it, though, haven't we; being like this, wanting to touch each other, to make love. Do you want to do it?" Marie asked.

"Yes," Ellie choked.

Holding hands they kissed gently, beginning the slow examination of their desires. I watched their tits rise and fall as hidden passions began to build. Hands started slow explorations of legs, and breasts, and soft stomachs; mouths suckled hard nipples and little groans of pleasure broke the still night air.

The ache in my crotch was unbearable.

Despite Marie's, "Us first!" edict, I squeezed between them and ran my hands through their hair; down their backs and over their hot tits. My cock stood out like a spear, inches from their lips. I moaned as hot, wet tongues slithered over my prick. Marie made little slurping noises as she sucked my cock, washing it with her tongue and lips, then she held it up for Ellie.


Some Days



(Again my deepest thanks to my editor Violetlittle. How she puts up with me I have yet to figure out.)

The summer can be blissful just as it can bring people to the brink. Since the day Tony came to know Leah, she had always been a woman that would race headlong into this wild thing we call life. Like all of us, Leah has a history. To this day and to his shame, Tony has never managed to delve that closely into hers. He loved her with all his heart and he knew with an undeniable certainty she loved him too.

Tony used to like the summer; the days would bring new life, warmth and happiness on everyone's faces. Yes he used to like the summers, now he hated them. Hated what they did to his beloved Leah, the autumn, the winter even the spring were held in a welcome embrace for him. Because they staved off that time of torment that his own wife would put herself through. 

Yet no man can stop the coming of the seasons and so came the summer again. With it almost riding the first summer rays came Leah's demons, as the sun would spread it's warmth across the land, the temperature rises as does the darkness that would now fill her. 

There are days like today when Tony knew Leah just could not settle, sometimes he would see it in her eyes, her mannerisms, the way she subconsciously touched her skin. He had noticed it this morning, but thought it best that he do nothing about it. Sometimes she shakes off that feeling, yet today was a long day for her and with it being only midday Tony got a strong feeling she just couldn't.

Even now looking into those beautiful brown eyes of hers he saw that far away look, the set look on her face almost sternness, the way she folds her arms around her. It was classic Leah in turmoil with herself and the frustrating part, Tony truly felt for her. On a very few occasions she had managed to shake this feeling of self torture off, but they both paid the price for her doing so, she would be quick to temper and irritable for days afterwards and nothing could take her from that dark place.

It would be the total opposite of the Leah he knew and loved with a passion, Leah walked an uneasy path with herself. Tony would call it a minefield. Keeping her inner demons at bay cost her dearly; he always thought that to give into them sometimes cost her even more. Tony walked up behind her and hugged her hoping against hope, that it would somehow ease the tensions inside of her; just for a second he felt her body tense before she molded herself into him. Tony nibbled her ear and could feel her heart pounding in her chest. 

"Are you ok?" He asked.

She sighed and said, "I need a massage." 

With that she detached herself from him and walked to the bedroom pulling off her clothes as she went. By the time Tony had got to the bedroom Leah was already naked and laying face up on the bed, her face was a mask. The fact she was laying face up told him what she wanted. Sadly she had been in this mood many times before and there was only one thing that would satisfy her. He stripped and sat astride her pubic bone, his semi hard penis jutting close to her navel, she didn't seem to notice.

He poured massage oil on her chest and started to rub it into her skin, her skin seemed to tingle to his touch, goose bumps started to rise on her skin. He started to slowly massage the oil into her neck, then moving across her collarbones. His hands continued to travel over the top of her magnificent chest. The oil letting his hands run freely over her body, he run his hands under her breasts, her nipples fully erect now as Tony then run his hands over the tops of them. The oil making her skin shine, his oil soaked hands then moved down to her stomach, gently rubbing the oil deeper into her skin around her navel. 

Tony moved further back onto her legs and run his hands along her waist to her hips, then her pubic bone. She tried to open her legs but with him on top that was not possible so he moved off of her and knelt beside her. Now free Leah moved her legs wider, the pinkness of her vaginal lips glistening with wetness, she was clearly aroused. He ran both hands down her thigh spreading his fingertips out, and then moved to the other. Her hands palms down clenched the bed sheet as she practically wrung the life out of them. Tony had felt deeply for her and on one occasion stopped.

That was a mistake he will never make again. The turmoil inside her bubbled up and her whole body wracked with sobs, this ritual if it can be called that, cannot be stopped once she has started it. Tony asked her once why she punishes herself so much; a darkness fell over her that day a depression so deep it took him days to prize it from her. Some day he will find out why, but until then all he can do is simply go along for the ride. 

She moved her legs even further apart and he watched as his hands roamed her thighs, her vaginal lips parted wanting so much to be used, a trickle of come oozed from her. Clear liquid slowly moved between her now puffed lips and settled at the base of her slit, as he heard her gently moan she then turned over on the spot. 

Now face down he again sat astride the back of one of her legs and started to pour oil onto her shoulders and down her back, rubbing it into her as he went. Tony watched as she moved a hand under herself and between her legs, her middle finger now buried deep in her pussy then two fingers. His hands were now at the small of her back as he heard the first groan of pleasure from her lips, his hands played with her ass, one cheek, then the other.

Almost instinctively Tony knew what was coming next so he moved off of her and as his body rose from hers she lifted her ass upwards, her fingers still deep in her pussy rubbing franticly, she was moaning now, deep in her own pleasure. With her legs now further apart he placed himself between them, his oiled hand moved between her cheeks and stopped at her ass. Her body unconsciously moved towards him as he entered her ass with a well-slicked finger, she let out a slow moan. He wasn't sure if it was from what he was doing or what she was now frantically doing with three fingers now buried so deep inside her.

He pushed another finger into her ass and felt her move back onto them. His penis was now solid with arousal, as Tony pulled his fingers out of her and positioned himself better with the head of his raging hardness not even an inch away from her now well-lubricated ass. Gently the tip of his penis brushed against her, she involuntarily moved her ass closer, her fingers now rubbing her clit.

The head now touched her pink button; it was warm to the touch and wet from the massage oil, still slightly open from when his fingers had entered her. Suddenly Leah went rigid as a mini orgasm took her, the fingers buried deep inside her had stopped. Tony held her hips as the head of his penis now made firmer contact with her, her fingers moved out of her pussy and held onto his penis. The cum from her soaked pussy was now all over it, slowly and gently he pushed his solid penis against her ass. Her fingers making sure he didn't go anywhere else.

The head of his penis was now halfway into her, as he gently pushed more himself into her she seemed to tense. Seconds later she pushed her body back onto him. The head of his penis had now disappeared inside her ass with a gentle sounding plop and she moved her fingers away ready to receive the rest of him. Leah moved her fingers back to her puffy slit, first three then four fingers entered her pussy as Tony slowly pushed in another inch then moved back. She hesitated for a second until she was sure he was going to move deeper into her.

She gasped as she felt his balls against her fingers and removed them to play with his balls for a few seconds, and then she went back to her pussy with a vengeance and again buried all four fingers into herself as he slowly fucked her ass. Gently at first, he started the rocking motion. Leah was growing impatient now. 

"Fuck me harder," she said a mixture and anger and frustration in her voice.

Tony withdrew about half way and gently entered her again slowly building up momentum, he could feel her fingers brush against his balls as she frantically attacked her clit again and forced her body backwards onto him. Her ass tightened and he knew she was building up to another even bigger orgasm, his slippery fingers dug deeper into her hips as he tried to hold her up on her knees. Again he regained his rhythm and was fucking her harder now, her breathing became more erratic as she was plunged into another mini orgasm.

In her frustration she yelled, "Harder, fuck me harder."

The whole scene of seeing Leah on all fours her head slanted to one side, her fingers as deep as she could get them into her abused pussy. Come oozing all over them, and he with his penis in her ass feeling her fingers with his balls every time he thrust deep into her was just to erotic for him now and he got caught up in the moment. Deeper and harder he rode her, her breathing becoming erratic, as her body had now built itself up to another more powerful and final orgasm.

Her skin glistening from both sweat and oil, his fingers were now finding it more and more difficult to hold her hips and also keep her upright. Suddenly she stopped masturbating herself and lifted using her arm to support herself as Tony was now slamming his penis as hard as he could into her ass. Her body now matched with the rhythm of his and matching the thrusts of his penis with her own body...

Lust had taken them both now, and as hard as Tony would force himself into her she would in turn use her arms to force herself back onto him between them they had built up a steady rhythm now. Another more powerful orgasm wracked her body and with that he slammed himself deep into her his cum now filling her ass. Both of them were now totally covered in sweat they where both heavily panting as they both paused and savored the moment, reluctantly his penis slowly slipped out of her.

They both collapsed onto the bed, Tony lay on his back and watched. He could predict what she would do next almost to the time she did it. Leah moved her whole body into his, her back was to him as though she was ashamed of herself for what she had done and didn't want him to see it on her face, as her body calmed itself down, she would always pull his arm under her neck so he could hold her breast or simply touch her skin. Her breathing would soon become more normal, all that agitation now gone from her as he would put his other arm around her and just hold her, both of them content, just as they were comfortable.

He heard her say two words before a short sleep took her from him, "thank you." 

Tony knew one day he will get to the bottom of what causes Leah to behave this way, it's just the perilous path he must walk to do so, her demons hover over her protecting that secret from him, to push too far or make her feel he was prying, will simply plunge her into that dark place she has for days. Its two things that keep him on this path, the love he has for this woman and the hope he has that one day he will free her from her demons, he planned for the day when he could truly say, happily ever after.



Some Days are Diamonds



SHIT!

Almost to work and I realized I forgot my fucking pass, and my wallet! Just what I fucking need not only will I be late to work because I have to go back home to get my card and wallet but my "loving wife" will get another chance to point out another of my many short comings. 

For some time now my relationship with my wife "Darla" had been very strained to say the least. I could not remember the last time we "made love" we have had a couple of very quick and, in my opinion, un-satisfying fucks over the last several months but we had not had what I would call a satisfying sex life in about a year

It wasn't just our sex life that had gone in the tank either. It seemed like nothing I did (or didn't do) met with Darla's approval any more.

Up until about a year ago our life together had been like a dream come true. We have been married for eight years and had been madly in love (and lust) almost since we met. Even having two kids, Jody six and Mark four, hadn't seemed to slow us down. We got it on at least four times a week and it wasn't just me having to initiate sex, Darla came after me almost as often as I went after her, and it was great! She loved to give me head and went wild when I went down on her. She was up for most any kind of sex most any time, the only exception being anal, she said it hurt to much the few times we tried it.

But that all came to a screeching halt between six and eight months ago. At first it was just that she seemed a little less enthusiastic whenever I wanted sex, she wouldn't turn me down but just seemed like it had suddenly become a chore she had to do rather than something she looked forward to.

Over several months the sex and closeness just got less and less. I thought that it was just a phase she was going through and that it would blow over given time and lots of hugs but it just kept getting worse until now its like living in an armed camp. 


When I tried to talk to her about it and see if there was something I could do to perhaps take some of the load off her around the house she got hostile alternately saying I was being critical of her and then complaining about how little I do around the house. When I tried to point out that I was offering to do more she just got more hostile claiming I was trying to start a fight. 

Last night I had tried once more to talk to her about what seemed to be going wrong in our relationship we were sitting in the family room with the TV on, the kids had been put to bed and she seemed reasonably relaxed and mellow so I said:

"Honey can we talk for a few minutes?"

"What now Jim?", Clearly she felt it would be a dis-agreeable chore.

"Honey we need to get our relationship back on track" "All we have done for the last several months is fight, and I don't know how much more of this I can take. I get the feeling that you think maybe I have been fooling around on you. At least you seem to be acting the way I think you would if you thought I was doing something like that."

I could see she was shocked by what I said but instead of using it as a way for us to start to re-establish some sort of communications she went into attack mode "How can you say that" she said " We are doing no differently now than we ever have. You are just looking for another fight, as usual!"

"I'm not looking for a fight!, I'm trying to figure out why we have not been getting along for the last several months. I want to get to the bottom of what I see as a problem and try to fix whatever the problem is! Frankly I think we need to get into counseling"

"There is no problem! The only problem here is that you see problems where there are none, I'm getting sick and tired of all your shit!"

"Well lets see if there is no problem then why is it that we have gone from making love four or five times a week to once in the last two months. Why is it that I practically had to rape you that once, when you used to come after me for sex almost as often as I came after you? We used to sit together on the bench in the back yard watching our kids with your head on my shoulder and our arms around each other now if I come out there you get up and leave, You don't seem to be able to stand to be in the same room with me. Our Happy Home is more like an armed camp"

"I have no idea what the hell you're talking about, nothing has changed. If anyone needs to be in counseling around here its you, I certainly don't need it!" At this point she stood and stormed out of the room a moment later I heard the sound of our bedroom door slamming.

I wish I could say I was shocked by her outburst but in fact I was not. This had been her normal reaction to any attempt by me to get any kind of communication going for the last couple of months. 

I sat there for a while contemplating the train wreck my, once perfect, life had become. "What the hell is going on" I thought "Is she having some kind of a breakdown?", "Am I?"

I began to think about what I had said about the possibility of her thinking I was having an affair and the thought occurred to me that maybe she was the one cheating. But from everything I had ever heard the woman who has an affair tries to hide it by being extra loving to her cuckolded hubby, not by being a complete bitch the way Darla was being Unless of course she is getting back at him for screwing around, but I thought I had that covered when I asked if she thought I was having an affair.. 

After several hours of contemplation I was no closer to a solution than I had been before. The only thing I did decide was that I would see what I could do about getting into counseling myself maybe that would help me to better understand what was going on. I actually felt much better as I headed upstairs to bed at least I would be taking a step toward some kind of resolution albeit a small one. When I got upstairs I found my toiletries and a change of clothing on the floor outside our bedroom and upon trying the door found it locked. I was actually relieved, I wasn't looking forward to sleeping in the same cold bed as Darla anyway. I went into the guest room got undressed and went to bed.

That was last night. This morning I got up early and left the house before anyone had gotten up. I usually get the kids up and take Mark to day care leaving Darla to take Jody to school on her way to work. Today I felt like just getting away as early as possible so I got up before dawn, picked up a breakfast meal at Mc Donald's and took it out by the lake where I watched the sun come up. It felt really good to do something I had always enjoyed and not worry about what Darla would think or how mad she would be at me for leaving her to deal with the kids. 

As I watched the sunrise I came to realize that in some strange way Darla and I had reached a kind of cusp in our relationship. I had decided that from now on I would take care of myself and Darla would just have to take care of herself, I would still take care of her financially as my wife but she would no longer come first as a matter of fact she would come fourth after the kids and me.

It was with a much lighter heart that I left the lake and began my drive to work. I resolved that I would do things like this more often and also make sure that I got the kids out to enjoy nature much more from now on. 

As I drove I thought some more about last nights decision to seek counseling and decided that it was still a good idea. As an Air traffic controller I make really good money and have very good benefits so there will be no problem paying for it. And who knows it might actually help the relationship. It sure couldn't hurt!

As I neared the control center and started digging for my ID I realized I had left my wallet and ID sitting on the dresser in the guest bedroom. I hadn't missed the wallet when I got breakfast because I keep several dollars in the console of my truck so I don't have to dig for my wallet in the drive thru lane. But now I did need the ID to get in to work. They have gotten really tight about the security of air traffic control centers since 9-11 so I would have to have a least my drivers licence and that was in my wallet. I was really upset for a few minutes then I started to think about the things I had decided this morning and cheered right up. I called my boss and told him I would be taking one of my personal days off because I had some "personal problems" to deal with, He wasn't real happy but it wasn't that big a deal either. 

I turned around and headed for home. As I drove I got to thinking some more and decided that I would get my ID and wallet and just take off for the day and do whatever I felt like, maybe head into the mountains and go for a hike or go to the amusement park and ride the roller coaster.

When I turned onto our street I noticed a strange car in our drive and for a moment all my good feelings from this morning evaporated but then I thought "hey it could be something totally innocent lets not borrow trouble and even if it is something bad I have already decided that the one's I need to take care of are me and the kids and Darla is Darla's worry". 

I was half expecting the worst when I opened the door but I have to admit my new attitude was sorely tested by what I found.

I parked at the curb (the strange car was parked crooked taking up the whole driveway) and walked up to the front door. As I entered I found Jody in the living room playing a video game. 

"Why aren't you in school?" I inquired "and where are your mother and brother?"

"Mark was here a second ago" said Jody " and mom is upstairs with her friend"

"Is that her friends car in the driveway?"

"I don't know daddy"

"Ok you wait here and I'll take you to school in a minute" I said, I looked in the kitchen and family room for Mark not seeing him I started for the stairs.

As I neared the top of the stairs I heard the sounds of lust in progress from the master bed room, a male voice groaned and then I heard him say " Oh baby that feels so good!" 

As my head came to the level of the floor so that I could see down the hall I saw Mark standing in front of the open door to the master bedroom, His eyes were as big as saucers as he stared into the bedroom with his mouth hanging open in amazement.

I rushed the rest of the way up the stairs and down the hall to my son. I'm not sure what told me to do it, but I pulled my new cell phone out of my shirt pocket and used its camera function to take pictures of Mark as I strode toward him and also took pictures of what I saw when I looked into the master bedroom.

Picking him up and holding his face to my shoulder I turned and looked through the bedroom door at what he had been watching. On our marriage bed my wife lay on her back her legs spread obscenely to give the man kneeling between her legs complete access to her cunt. 

The main thing that caught my attention was the wedding and engagement rings I had placed on her finger as she gripped his hairy ass pulling him in to her cunt and urging him on she began to chant "Harder baby Harder! Fuck me as hard as you can! I love having your cock in my juicy cunt! Make me your whore! I want all of that dick stuck up my horny snatch!" 

I made sure that the rings were in the middle of the picture as I snapped away with my cell phone camera.

I briefly considered rushing in there and beating the crap out of them both but then I thought of the two kids that would be witness to that confrontation and decided that now would not be a good time. 

I also realized that I had already come to terms with my feelings for my wife and that all this did was move her further (MUCH FURTHER) down my list of people who mattered to me So I decided that my first priority should be to get both my kids out of there and to a place where they would be protected from her.

I grabbed both kids and headed out the door. 

I hadn't thought Darla saw me in the bedroom but as I turned the corner I saw her in the rear view mirror as she ran out the door and into the middle of the street all she had on was a robe that was streaming out behind her as she ran so she was basically naked for all the world to see. 

I took the kids to my sisters house. From my point of view this was an good choice because my sister had a child of her own, a daughter 12, who just loved both my kids and would love to help her mom take care them thus minimizing the impact on my sister who would not see it as a particular chore to have my kids anyway, she just loved them too. 

It also had another advantage and that was my wife did not know my sister and her husband had just this week moved back to town, when his company promoted him and moved him back to Sacramento from Denver. I had tried to tell Darla about it but she had cut me off saying she didn't give a shit about my sister before I could tell her more than that I had news about my sister. Funny they used to be good friends, it was my sister who introduced us.

I was surprised when I arrived at my sisters house as she wasn't home but Cristy her daughter was. Cristy explained that Katherine had gone to the store, and that she had delayed her return to school for a week to help her mom set up their new household. Cristy is an honor student and is so far ahead of her class that missing a week or two would not make much difference. When Katherine arrived home I asked Cristy to take my kids out in the backyard while I told my sister that I needed her to watch my kids for a few days while I took care of "personal" business. My cell phone rang and looking at I cursed under my breath and turned it off, it was Darla calling from the home phone.

Katherine poured us each a mug of coffee and said "Sit" Pointing to the kitchen table and the chairs pulled up to it

She took a seat across from me at the table and said "OK now spill it, I can see that something very serious is going on and I want to know what it is!" 

We talked for almost an hour and I told her all that had been going on between my wife and I, what I had decided this morning, and what I had found at home just a short time ago.

Katherine sat there in shock for what seemed like several minutes. "OK I will watch them for as long as you need me too. Does Darla have my number and is she likely to come looking for them here? " She asked.

"Darla does not even know you guys are back in town! I started to tell her when you told me you where coming back, but she cut me off saying she 'didn't give a shit'"

Katherine was shocked by this revelation. She and Darla had been really close when Katherine and her husband Bob had lived close to us before Bob took a promotion and transfer to Denver three years ago. Now that they had returned she had expected to pick up where they left off. And they would have, before Darla's change in attitude.

Katherine shook it off and said "You will be staying here too, Your kids need as much stability as possible and the only way for that to happen is for you to be with them as much as you can while this shit is going on!"

Katherine said "Go hug your kids then take care of your business and we will see you when you are done. Meanwhile Christy and I and your kids will figure out who is going to be sleeping where!" and she grinned, grabbed me and gave me a hug.

I hugged my kids and Christy, told them I loved them and headed out, first stop the Bank. I took half of the money out of our savings and checking accounts and opened new ones in my name only. 

I checked the messages on my cell phone's voice mail and found only one. It was from Darla and consisted of lots of cussing me out and threats about what "her friends" would do to me if I didn't return "her" kids "right now you asshole". Nothing about the fact that I caught her fucking some asshole in our bed with our kids in the house and no apology for her actions.I checked the missed calls list and saw no other calls from her it was almost like she made the one call because she thought she was supposed to do something like that then forgot it, she had gone throuh the motions she was supposed to so she didn't need to do more.

Sitting in my truck in the parking lot I called all the credit card companies using the phone numbers on the cards and tried to close the accounts. One bank gave me trouble because we had a balance, which surprised me because we had always payed the cards in full every month and had always talked over purchases before buying anything on credit, but of course Darla was the one who handled the household accounts. 

I was able to have Darla's name taken off the account. Then I had them fax me a copy of the outstanding charges to Kinko's.. After seeing them I called back and had all the statements for the last year sent to the same Kinko's. 

What those statements showed shocked and saddened me. It was apparent that Darla had been meeting someone at one motel or another at least once a week for the last six months. I also noted another pattern. At first the motels had been nice (The Marriot for example) and the meetings only once a week. But as time went on the frequency increased (last week it was four times) and the quality went down (Motel 6 and another name I thought was a flop house downtown). The thought occurred to me that she must be hard up because she was paying for the rooms instead of making the guy pay. 

Then I started looking for an attorney. My grandmother had recently passed away and I am in line for a rather substantial inheritance. So I called the attorney for the estate and he recommended a fellow named Ralph Edwards. 

I called Ralph's office and explained my situation to the secretary and she told me to come in right away and she would squeeze me in.

Ralph's office was only a few blocks away so I arrived in just minutes 

"Wow that was quick!" Sheila, Ralph's secretary said as she introduced herself saying that it would be a few minutes as Ralph was with a client. Sheila showed me to a seat and offered me coffee 

I told her I would love some coffee and as she turned and walked to the coffee maker I found myself admiring the view of her almost perfect ass in a short tight skirt. She poured me a cup of coffee and half turned looking over her shoulder asked if I wanted cream or sugar. She had to ask twice as I was almost in a trance admiring her body in that half turned profile. She smiled and kind of chuckled as I stammered out "just black thank you" 

Sheila brought my coffee over to me but instead of handing it to me she bent from the waist and placed it on the table next to the chair I was sitting in. As she did this the front of the peasant blouse she wore fell away giving me a perfect view of her fabulous bra encased tits. Without standing up she looked up at me catching me staring down her blouse. With a tremendous effort I tore my eyes from the view down her blouse and looked up finding her looking me strait in the eye, and then she smiled, not just any smile, this was a smile to die for. 

Sheila's expression suddenly changed she frowned, straitened up turned, quickly stepped to her desk and sat down heavily, she was blushing as she looked across the desk at me and stammered "I'm so sorry! That was totally un-professional of me. I don't know what came over me, I know you must be going through a real tough time right now and I had no business throwing myself at you like that, Please accept my most humble apology!" 

I really looked at her for the first time taking in the whole package instead of lusting over the good parts (Her Tits and ass) which I must admit are more than just good. What I saw was a very beautiful woman. Sheila is about 32 years old and stands 5 ft 8in tall with a figure that would make a 20 year old "Hoty" green with envy. I estimated her measurements at 38-25-36 her face is oval shaped with hazel eyes that you could just get lost in, a pixie nose and sensual lips over a chin that is just strong enough to add character. All this is topped by a wonderful mane of auburn hair. In short an exceedingly gorgeous woman faced me across her desk with an extremely distressed expression on her face.




Some Days are Diamonds



With what I sincerely hoped was a disarming smile I looked at her and said " I must admit that I was surprised by the show you just put on, but I hasten to say that I am not shocked. Rather I find it very flattering that a woman as beautiful as you would find me attractive enough to want to show her charms to me. I know that most men in my position, having just today learned that my wife of almost ten years is cheating, would in all probability either be repulsed by your actions or want to drag you off into the bush for some revenge sex."

"As recently as a few months ago I would have briefly enjoyed the view and then acted as if nothing had happened and would not have been tempted beyond that, I was that enthralled with my wife. But things have changed for me and I actually had an epiphany early today, before I discovered my wife's cheating, and now I see a stunningly beautiful woman who I would like to get to know better. I know at this stage I need to be careful that I don't rush into a "rebound" relationship and hurt not just myself but the other person, and my kids. So what I would like from you is not an apology but rather a "rain check". 

"I think I should tell you that I think you are quite possibly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I am also certain that you are very intelligent and compassionate judging by how you handled me when we spoke on the phone. So what I would like to do is get thru this situation with my, I am certain, soon to be ex wife. Then I would very much like to get to know you better. I hope that the fact that you felt the desire to throw yourself at me, as you put it, indicates that you would like to get to know me better too, and no, you don't have to answer now! 

It only took Shiela a moment to regain her composure then she calmly stared at me for a brief time. It almost felt as if she was looking into my soul and measuring it. Then she smiled and said      " Thank you and yes I would like that very much" 

We started chatting and I found myself very much at ease with her 

After a few minutes her intercom box beeped and a masculine voice that I took to be Ralph's requested that I be sent in.

Shiela stood and invited me to follow her. I could not resist the urge to make a wise ass remark and said "Wherever you go I will happily follow" She glanced back at me with a smile. I was really kind of surprised that I noticed the smile , I was to busy admiring her ass.

Sheila showed me into Ralphs office and went back to her desk, I actually felt a little lonely with her gone. 

Ralph was a surprise he has a deep resonate voice that brings to mind Charlton Heston the actor but physically he is unimpressive. He can't stand over five feet six inches and looked like he couldn't weigh over one hundred fifty pounds soaking wet. He looks like he must be in his early forties with light brown thinning hair. Ralph stood up and reached across is desk to shake my hand then sat and looking at me said" Sheila has given me the information you gave her over the phone earlier but I would like for you to go over it again in case I have questions or you might want to add to what you told her."

I spent the next half hour telling Ralph of the events of the last several months and this day in particular. For the most part Ralph just listened until we got to the part about my son seeing his mother fucking her "friend". He wanted to know how much Mark had seen and what Jody had seen and if this was the first time the kids had been home while Darla had "friends" in for sex.

I said I didn't know and told him I would really like to know the answers to those questions myself.

Then he said we should get child protective services involved as soon as possible and should let them find the answers to those questions rather than trying to do it ourselves. That way, he said it will be part of an official report to the court and not just an allegation from a party who it could be argued had something to gain. 

Just then Sheila stuck her head in the office and said "Mr Edwards Conny Maxwell from C.P.S. is on line two for you" then she turned her head toward me and gave me a smile, turned and went back to her desk.

Ralph grinned at me and said " I swear that she is a witch or something, she does that all the time. Conny is the person we need to talk to about this and I guarantee you she will tell me she is returning my call".

Ralph picked up the phone and for the next couple of minutes I could only hear one side of the conversation but what I did hear was most interesting. Ralph briefly explained what had transpired earlier at my home and what I had done with the kids. Apparently Conny asked where the kids where because he asked me for my sisters address and phone number which I gave him and he gave Conny. All I heard for the next couple of minutes was Ralph saying "Yes, uh Hu, OK, I will, He will" while he took notes,and then he said "I will talk to you soon" and hung up.

Ralph looked at me with what I can only describe as a "Predatory grin" and said " You did exactly the right thing Conny will be going to your sisters house to look their situation over and talk to them. If there have been previous instances of your wife bringing friends home to fuck when the kids where there she will find out and it will be in her report to the court. 

Ralph continued " She will also look over the situation and determine if your sisters home is a good place for the kids to be at this time. She could determine that they should be placed in foster care but from what you have said about your sister's family I don't see that happening."

He told me that what Darla had done is considered a form of child abuse and also sexual abuse and said that there is a good chance that if Conny felt it was serious enough Darla could be arrested and possibly end up in jail for this.

I told him I didn't much care if she went to jail I just didn't want my kids exposed to that behavior and I wanted out of the marriage as quickly as possible

"The quickest way for you to get divorced is by filing for a "NO Fault" divorce and let the abuse thing slide. But without bringing the events of today into the case we can't be sure of keeping her away from the kids, she might even get custody and I agree that its important to have control over that. Whether its you in control or C.P.S. her access to the kids should be strictly controlled." said Ralph "Lets not make a decision about that until we see what Conny recommends. I will be starting the paper work and asking for a temporary restraining order now."

We chatted for a few more minutes and I took my leave. Ralph told me he would be in touch perhaps as soon as later today depending on the action taken by C.P.S. He told me Conny would be letting him know what is going on and he assured me that she would be calling me too, Probably before she called him.

As I was leaving the office Shiela stopped me and said " I don't usually do this, as a matter of fact I never have before, but I want you to have my home phone number. If you need anything or just want to talk please don't hesitate to call. With that she pressed a post-it note into my hand then she stepped forward, put her arms around me and hugged me. 

I was in heaven at the same time I was so choked up with emotion that I could not utter a word. I wanted to put my arms around her and hug her back, I wanted to rip our clothes off and make love to her right here on her desk, I wanted to run like hell, I wanted to stay wrapped in her arms forever. My mind told me I should not be feeling this way about a woman to whom I was not married at the same time I thought "I am about to become single so that does not count" In short my mind was going in all sorts of directions all at once. 

Shiela stepped back and looked up into my face and suddenly she had a stricken look on her face and she started to stammer "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to be so forward I just wanted to let you know that we are here to help you through this very difficult time I didn........

Even though I was so choked up for the moment I could not speak I managed to raise my index finger and press it gently to her lips silencing her attempt to apologize. I smiled at her and seeing my smile she smiled back. I was still all choked up with emotion but I managed to clear my throat take a deep breath and say " WOW! I don't know what to say except thank you. I will definitely call if only to hear your sexy voice. I have to admit that things are moving at a confusingly fast pace today and I am having trouble with that, but I will get through it. Part of my job is dealing with emergencies in flight so I am usually pretty good under pressure and knowing that I can call you just makes me feel that this will all work out in the end. I have made a friend today I know its too early to say for sure but I hope it might be more than just friends."

Shiela pursed her lips and kissed my finger, then she pushed me out the door with a smile saying "Call me, that my dear is an order"

I grinned back at her "Your wish is my command!" and laughing we both turned away me to go to my truck and she to her desk.

I got in my truck and was heading toward my sisters when my phone rang. It was Conny saying she was headed to my sisters to talk with my kids and she asked me to call my sister to let her know she was coming. She also wanted my permission to talk to the kids, she could force the issue if she needed too but it would take longer as a court order would be needed. I gave her verbal permission and told her I was headed that way and would meet her there. As I pulled up in front of my sisters house a woman I took to be Conny was standing on the front porch talking to my sister they both turned and watched as I parked and walked up to them. Katherine hugged me and said "Conny was just telling me what is going to happen now, She will want to talk to both kids without either of us in the room unless the kids are afraid without us there." 

"I will want you to sign a release allowing me to talk to the kids Jim, its just a legal formality but it saves me having to get a court order"

I said it wouldn't be a problem. As we entered the house both of my kids saw me and came running to hug me and began telling me about all the neat things they were doing with Cristy.

I looked up and saw Conny smiling at us and I knew that everything was going to be fine.

I told the kids who Conny was and explained that she just wanted to talk to them and that everything would be fine and that they could tell her anything she wanted to ask them about.

Jody looked at me very seriously and said "Is she going to ask about mommy and her friends?" somehow she managed to make the word friends sound like something dirty.

I told her that I thought that would be one of the things she talked about and she said "GOOD! I told mommy that I did not like what she was doing but she just told me it wasn't my business."

Conny spent about an hour talking to the kids then made a phone call as the kids played in the back yard. Then she waved for Katherine and I to join her in the back yard.

"First I want to say that you have two great kids there Jim" Said Conny " They very clearly love and respect you even though they knew what was going on was wrong they kept quite because they wanted to protect you. They also clearly love their mother but neither of them respects her. As a mater of fact they are both very angry with her and where only too happy to spill the beans to me and frankly what I learned was not pretty!'

Conny continued "I looks like Darla has been bringing men to your home and having sex with them while the children were there on a regular basis for at least a month. It appears that much of the time she cant even be bothered to take them to school. I checked with the school and found that they were about to refer the case to us because the kids missed so much school and the excuses they got made no sense. The school principle said she had talked to Darla yesterday and was not at all satisfied with the answers she got" 

It turned out that the referral had already been made and Conny talked to the case worker and took over the case.

Conny said "Jim this is the worst part, one of Darla's lovers tried to molest Jody and Darla did not try to stop it. From what Jody told me it happened yesterday and Jody ran out side as soon as he tried something. Darla ran out and brought her back in but the guy had already left. You arrived just in time because the guy you saw in bed with Darla was the same one that tried to molest Jody."

At this point I was more than ready to get in my truck go back to the house and start kicking ass and taking names. If I had a gun I would of happily put a bunch of bullets into Darla and her "Friend" and I would have felt no regrets, no regrets at all. 

Katherine and Conny got me calmed down and Conny told me " It appears that yesterday was the first time and Jody is handling it ok, I would like to see her get some counseling but it should be minimal. Actually this will pretty much make your divorce case a slam dunk, Darla will have almost no chance of even getting shared custody and will almost certainly get either jail time or at least probation. 

Conny said " One of the calls I made was to the D.A's office they will be drawing up charges and presenting them to a judge. Unless I miss my guess the police will be at your house with a warrant for Darla's arrest late this afternoon."

I spent the afternoon at Katherine's talking over what had happened on this day and the events leading up to it. Late in the afternoon I got a call from a detective Saunders of the local pd. He explained that a warrant for my wife had been issued by the court and wondered if I would accompany him and a few other officers to my home. He said that it might make things easier if I let them in the house and ID'd Darla for them.

When I arrived at the house I found the street in front crowded with cars and trucks that I had never seen before. I could hear loud music and what sounded like a very wild party coming from my house. I waited for about two minutes and then several police cars pulled up. Two of them blocked off the street at the ends of the block and a plain clothes officer approached me and asked if I was Jim. 

I told him "yes"

"I'm Detective Sargent Saunders but please call me Doug" He said "We have already had several calls complaining about the noise from this party and a squad car was here requesting that the noise be reduced about fifteen minutes ago."

"I cant help but wonder if this is the first time for this and also if it isn't what the hell did she did with the kids. Also if this has happened before why didn't the neighbors complain to me about it?"

"Maybe she figured since you left with the kids she could have a celebration" Doug suggested.

A uniformed officer came over and told Doug the everyone was in position

Doug asked if he and I and another plain clothed officer could go in and look around before bringing the uniformed officers in as he felt that seeing the uniforms could alarm many of the party goers and he wanted to pick his time for that. I said "OK" and we went to the front door and stepped into the house that up until a few hours ago I had thought of as my home.

I the foyer we found two guys sitting on dining room chairs with a large jar sitting on a small table between them, The jar was nearly full of cash. "Gentlemen" Slurred the younger of the two, He was clearly more than a little drunk. In His hand he held a bottle of my good 21 year old single malt scotch. " The lady of the house suffered a bit of a set back today, Her husband came home and caught her banging her boy friend. He left with the kids and she expects that she will never see him again so now she needs money. So the price of a good time has gone up. If you want to get laid you must deposit $150 dollars in the "donation Jar". 

He went on to say that if we only wanted to party and not participate in the gang bang the donation was "only" $50. He also said that there were two other ladies in attendance and for the $150 dollar "donation" we could fuck any woman we found in the house.

Doug said "It sure looks like a lot of money in that jar. How many cocks has this bitch had in her already?"

The drunk guy replied "Well she likes gang bangs and she wants to go for a new record tonight, At last count 34 guys have banged her and she has only been at it about two hours. If thats not your thing there are a couple of her friends in there right now and at least two more are expected shortly."

I said " She likes gang bangs? Has she done many?

"This is the fourth one that I've been to" he said "and I hear she has done several others along with taking on smaller groups. Her husband works funny hours so the times and places are always different."

"I'll bet" I said "What did she charge before the price went up?"

"She didn't have a set price just what ever you felt like contributing."

The drunk guy stared in shock when I reached into my pocket pulled out a quarter and tossed it into the jar.

Doug stepped up and got between them and the interior of the house then showed them his badge and made them quietly step out the front door where two uniformed officers took charge of them.

We stepped into the living room and saw on the couch Kathy the "Lady of the House" from two doors down the street. She was on her knees leaning on the back of the couch with same black guy feeding her his cock as three other guys stood in back of her obviously taking turns in her ass and pussy. I wondered what her husband the minister of the Baptist church we had attended around the block would think of the headlines in the morning paper "Ministers wife busted for prostitution". .

Doug looked over at me with a quizzical look as if the ask "Is that her?" I just shook my head and we headed for the stairs leaving Kathy and her crew happily going at it. I think Doug figured that once the shit hit the fan the uniformed officers he had at all the doors would catch them as they tried to flee.

I was sure we would find her in "our" bed. As we neared the top of the stairs it was like deja-vu all over again as I heard the sounds of passion originating from "our" bedroom just as I had heard this morning. This time my son was not standing in the door taking it all in, Thank goodness.

We stepped to the door and entered the master bedroom. On the bed (I no longer thought of the bed as "ours" or "mine") we found a white guy on his back in the middle with his dick stuck up a womans ass. She was on her back on top of him. On top of her was a black guy balls deep in her cunt. Standing next to them was another white guy feeding her his cock Two more white guys stood at the side of the bed masturbating as they watched the action on the bed and waited for their turns. I had never seen any of them before. On the night stand I saw a tupperware container with the word "TIPS" written in felt tip marker on its side. The woman was not Darla, I had never seen her before. So far the only person I recognized was Kathy the ministers wife!

We went out on the balcony and looked down into the back yard and thats when we finally found Darla.

We have a picnic table in the back yard and she was laying on it on her back with some towels under her. She had her ass on the edge of the table and her legs spread out giving access to her cunt to a line of guys queued up to fuck her. She was sucking one guy while another fucked her obviously well-used cunt. As the guy she was sucking pulled out and stepped back she saw me on the balcony

"Hey everybody say hello to my limp dick hubby!" She called out "Did you want to come get in on the action sweety? I'll even let you cut in line, after all we are married" 




Some Days are Diamonds



Not for long I thought, but didn't say it. 

She looked over at the guys in line and said "You guys don't mind if I let my sweet ever loving hubby get in line ahead of you do ya? Don't worry it won't take him long, I call him my minute man, The only trouble is I won't feel a thing from his little dick but I know that several of you have the kind of equipment I need."

She looked up at me again " I want you to bring my kids back first though. My friends Ted and Joe (She pointed to two big guys standing by the barbeque) are going to stomp the shit out of you if you don't"

Ted and Joe turned toward me and kind of puffed out their chests in an attempt to look tough and scare me. At least I think I was supposed to be scared. For a second I was just a little sorry the cops were with me I was tempted to see how much I remembered from when I was in the Army Rangers. I was pretty sure I could kick the shit out of them without much trouble. They didn't teach me to fight fair.

Doug and I turned and to the sound of cat calls from the party goers we went to the front door and out side. I turned to Doug and said "Do you need me for anything now?"

Doug told me I could wait out front if I wanted to but he wanted me to stick around until everyone had been hauled off so that I could secure the house. 

Doug called his officers together and briefed them then they proceeded to block all the exits and Doug and about ten uniformed officers went back into the house. Pandemonium ensued, I sat on the hood of a police car and watched as people came running to the front windows looked out and disappeared I could hear shouting and an occasional female scream coming from the house. Several people tried to run out the front door only to find themselves in the arms of the law. 

I saw Joe begging a cop to let him go because he had a wife and kids at home and he didn't want them to be embarrassed by the publicity because he was an "Important man in the community" 

While Joe tried, without success, to argue with the officer a mobile news van from the local TV station showed up and started shooting video and the first person they took pictures of was - you guessed it - Joe. Served the bastard right, If he had just shut up and gotten in the wagon he would not have had his picture on the 10 o'clock news.

It didn't take long and the last few people where being brought out, the last three were my wife, Kathy, the ministers wife, and the woman who had been fucking in the master bedroom. A bunch of the neighbors had gathered to watch the excitement and when Kathy was brought out a collective gasp went up, many of these folks attended her husbands church and they were quite shocked to see her being led out to the paddy wagon with only a blanket covering her obviously naked form.

Steve Bowers my neighbor from across the street, and a bigger gossip than any ten women, saw me sitting on the hood of the police car and came over. 

"What is going on? " 

"It's a raid!" I told him, I could barely keep from laughing.

"Are these people being arrested?" 

"Yep I do believe that they are being arrested!"

"What are they going to charged with?" 

"I guess you would need to ask the police that question but I'm pretty sure the girls will be brought up on charges of prostitution." I told him. Steve scurried away to let the rest of the neighbors in on the news. As Darla was led out she caught sight of me and somehow broke free of the officer leading her to the wagon. She ran over to me which was a mistake because the blanket that was wrapped around her came loose and she found herself naked with her hands handcuffed behind her so she had no way to cover her nakedness. She stood in front of me with her head bowed and cried "Jim please this was just a big mistake it was not supposed to get out of hand like it did. Please tell the police that its ok and to let me go."

"Darla this may have gotten out of hand but given the fact that I only left this morning you sure put it together in one big hurry. So I can only conclude that this is not the first time, It was too well organized for that. It may have been the first time here, but it was not the first time. Not only that I cannot tell the police to forget it they wouldn't even if I tried, and I won't. Oh and don't bother to ask I won't be going your bail.

She didn't get to say more as the officer that had been guiding her ran up with the blanket, wrapped it around her and pulled her away toward the wagon.

Doug came over and told me that the house was clear so that I could secure it. He mentioned that he thought I would probably want to hire someone to clean it up before returning to live in it again. I agreed, We locked the place up and left it for tomorrow. In the morning I would call a locksmith to change the locks and hire someone to clean the place up. Doug told me the beat officers would be keeping an eye on the place tonight in case any stragglers came by.

We locked up and I left for my sisters. I looked at the clock in my truck it was only seven fifteen, So much had happened today I was amazed it was so early. 

When I arrived at my sisters I found a picnic taking place in the back yard. And much to my amazement Shiela was sitting on the glider talking to my sister with Jody curled up in her lap looking as contented as could be. 

Shiela saw me approaching and looked somewhat surprised, and pleased but said nothing until Katherine said "Jim this is Shiela my next door neighbor, Shiela this is Jim my big brother."

I stepped up took her hand and bowed then we both broke out laughing as Katherine looked shocked and confused but pleased at the same time.

Shiela turned to Katherine "My boss is Jim's attorney. We met today in my office when I threw myself at him practically dragging him into a vacant office to ravage him." I remembered your maiden name so I was not completely surprised when he walked thru the gate the name and what you told me about the kids had me pretty sure he would turn out to be the same guy.

"Is this the same brother that you wanted me to meet when we where in collage? The one I refused to meet because I had my sights set on the loser/cheater I ended up married too.

Katherine chuckled "Yep he's the only brother I have. When you refused I introduced him to Darla and you know where that got him." Shiela got a serious look on her face and turning to me said " Jim I know you are hurting right now and that you may feel that being married to Darla was the worst thing that could have happened to you but you have two wonderful kids who love you and will be looking up too you to raise them don't ever forget that, OK?

"I wont! It is the knowledge that they needed me that has enabled me to keep it together for most of this day. I am fully aware of the fact that they need their father especially since their mother will probably not be around much. I love my kids and will do everything I can to bring them up right!

Shiela looked up at me and smiled " I know you will, and I will be here to help all that I can. Shiela scooted toward the center of the swing causing Jody, who was almost asleep to whine a little to which Shiela said cool it and tickled her briefly then as she settled down she kissed her on top of her head. She sighed and settled right down, Shiela patted the cushion next to her and said "sit".

I sat and put my arm over her shoulder. She immediately snuggled into the side of my chest reached up grabbed my wrist and wrapped my arm around her and let out a contented sigh.

Katherine looked at us. " I don't know, but it looks to me like you two did more than just meet today!"

"I know its crazy but we did just meet today" Said Shiela " I feel like we have known each other for ever. I know its too early for Jim to be looking for another relationship but I can't help myself when I'm here like this I just want us to be touching, I want to be near him and I feel like he wants to be near me. I sure hope he does" With that she leaned her head back and looked up into my eyes with a hopeful expression on her face.

I leaned my head forward and gave her a light kiss on the lips at least it started out as a light kiss but very quickly became more than just the little peck I had intended.

Shiela pulled back and looked up at me "Wow! Maybe we shouldn't do that with other people around, We are liable to embarrass them." "Seriously Jim I know that you are just starting down a road that you cannot know exactly were it will lead. And it would be a bad idea for you to jump into a relationship right now not to mention the fact that you are legally still married. But I want to say right now that when you are ready I will be right here hoping that you pick me.

About then Mark crawled up into my lap, somehow managing to share it with Shiela, and snuggled up to both of us and sighing settled down to go to sleep. 

"I think you're a hit" I said

"Well you guys are a hit with me too! Before today I didn't believe in LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT but now I do!.

I said "Do you remember what Patrick Swayze said to Demi Moore in GHOST?" "No, what did he say?"

"DITTO!"

Her face lit up with a smile that I knew I would always be willing to do most anything to see.

I found myself reflecting on the old John Denver song "Some Days are Diamonds and Some Days are Stones" actually today had been both.

The stone was the way my marriage to Darla had ended. I knew even then that I would never know why she had chosen the path that she took 

The Diamond is my new relationship with Shiela I don't know exactly where that will lead but I have a feeling that we are going to enjoy the journey.

I later found out that my choice of Ralph Edwards as my attorney was just the perfect choice, He knew all the right people to get things done right and right away. Had it been anyone other than Ralph and Conny on this it might have been as much as a week before Darla was arrested but as it turned out she spent more than just that night in jail. I don't know what, if anything, Ralph did but Darla had a very hard time making bail. None of the bail bondsmen would even talk to her and of course I had no interest in helping her make bail so she had to stay in jail until her trial came up, which took a while. 

She was convicted of felony child endangerment and got probation which she skipped out on. We never saw her again and I never did find out why. 



Some Days Life Doesn't Suck



Terry was having his usual less than fun time at the party.  It always seemed to be like that, he hadn't even wanted to go but his one and only male friend Bobby had insisted.

Probably because Bobby had long since lost his driver's license from being stopped by the Cops three sheets to the wind far too many times.

Bobby knew that Terry wouldn't touch alcohol, not after that time out behind the garage with a bottle of Peppermint flavored booze Bobby had snagged somewhere.

At barely 5'6" and less than 150 pounds, Terry could only be described as a lightweight with alcohol. That one time was enough drinking to last him for his entire lifetime.

He had spent nearly two full days in the bathroom recovering.


Now at age 19, Terry still had also never been out on a actual date with a girl. Sure, there was Trina, the girl that lived two houses down their street.  They had grown up together, but she was actually more boy than girl.

Trina liked things like catching Spiders, other kinds of bugs and putting them in glass jars to look at. Terry was even in her room once while they were in high school together.

Bugs everywhere, some of them alive and some of them dead, displayed on little cards hanging from the walls.  Frogs and snakes, too, she was always catching things.

Yep, just like a boy might, Terry didn't even think of her as female, really.

And he somehow really liked going out and helping her catch bugs.

From the day Trina was born she was fat, all the way through grade school and high school that never changed.  She was also always bigger than he was until their junior year in high school.

Trina was actually still bigger with her square body and stubby arms and legs, but Terry was finally taller, by barely an inch.  

They stayed friends, over the years that never changed.

Sometimes they cashed in some bottles and cans they gathered on one of their many searches until they had enough money to go down to the ice cream shop together, that was as close at Terry ever got to a date.

For some reason he liked Trina, part of the reason was she was like a Pit Bull in a scrap as a few had found out the hard way. Terry knew of at least a half dozen times she ended up in detention for fighting, and always with a boy.

When Trina was around, none of the other boys messed with him much.  When she wasn't nearby, the picking on him never ended, he seemed to be the constant object of their attentions.  All of the other girls just ignored him.

Terry asked her once why she didn't just pop one of the more mouthy cheerleader types after a particular catty comment.

"I can't go hitting girls."  She said.  Terry just looked at her over that one.

Trina never ignored him, and since she took her own share of abuse from the other girls the two of them were nearly always together.

Terry had no luck at all with any of the other girls, he might as well have been part of the furniture.

It didn't help Terry's prospects one bit that both of his ears stuck straight out, his nose was on the oversize side, some Greek heritage he got from his Father, he thought.

Gym class was hell, without fail the jock types teased the crap out of him.  He hated having to shower with any of them, his skinny chest and slender build was an obvious contrast to the rest of the kids, who all seemed to be overly muscled.

The one guy named Dana was the worst of the bunch, he was forever snapping Terry on the butt with a towel, or teasing him about having almost no body hair at all. Anything to get a rise out of him.

Terry did have one saving grace.

He was best described as overly endowed for his size and build. But his penis didn't look anything at all like the other boys, his was long and thin, ending up with a big round head at least twice the size of the shaft.  Add in that all the rest of them had a mass of pubic hair, and Terry had...36 of them?  Yes, he counted them once, all of them he could see, anyway.

So he often stalled, waiting for everyone else to leave the showers before he took his own.

He hated going to school, it just sucked.

+++

There was one girl in school he liked, but of course she never actually noticed that he existed.  Her name was Mandi Baxter, she was the same height as he was.  Her long reddish blond hair was straight, she looked a bit like a very young version of Sally Fields.

Terry liked Sally Fields also, he saw every movie she made many times over.

Often his night time fantasies involved the actress, then later after he matured those fantasies became more and more of Mandi Baxter.

Sometimes Mandi wore tops that her nipples poked right out in, even to school.  Those days Terry could almost not concentrate at all.

Mandi was at the party that night, as usual surrounded by the "better" group she ran with most of the time.

Her nipples were poking out more than he had ever seen, he realized she didn't have anything at all under her top.  She kept moving around, so Terry did also, trying his best to get a better look.

Bobby was drunk on his behind in short order, like always.  Several times Terry tried to talk Bobby into letting him take him home to no avail.  Finally Bobby sat down on the couch and his over indulgence caught up with him.  Someone threw a blanket over him and the party went on.

An hour or so later he spotted Trina come in, it took him a moment to realize it was her since she had gone on to college.  He hadn't seen her for almost a year.

The 40 pounds or so she had always carried on her behind seemed to have largely vanished.  She was still a very big gal but it was quite a difference.

Now she had curves, the top and bottom part of her were bigger than the middle, easy to notice since she had on jeans that if they were any tighter they would probably explode and the light sweater she was wearing displayed what were two fairly large breasts.

The face was most certainly Trina, but the rest of her had changed almost completely. The top part of her was actually about the same, just the middle and her fanny had gotten smaller.  Even her face was different, she looked kind of pretty.

Terry walked over to say hello.

"Hi, Terry!  Nice to see you.  You look just about the same."  She smiled sweetly, her hand coming out and lightly gripping his forearm like she did so often.

"You look pretty good yourself, lost a lot of the fat it looks like."  Terry really didn't have much experience in talking to girls, so he wasn't clever enough to mention things like weight without using the word, "fat".

Trina got a mildly cold look on her face, then she turned to talk to one of the jock types that was standing there with Dana.  Dana gave Terry a withering look, he understood that and wandered back over to check on Bobby.

He was still alive, so Terry shook him awake after quite a bit of effort and managed to get him up and headed for the door.

They almost made it, Mandi Baxter intercepted him.  She looked to be well on her way to being tanked herself.

"Are you going home?"  She asked. Those were the very first words she had ever spoken to him directly.  Terry felt his face flush, looked down.

"Yea, Bobby has had too much, I better get him to his house."  Terry told her, still having trouble meeting her eyes.  He had never in his life said a single word to her, now she was standing right there in front of him!

"Can you maybe take me home, please?  It's getting late and I don't dare drive and I know you are sober.  Dana was going to take me but he seems to be all involved with Trina.  Besides, he is getting drunk too."  She said, a bitter tone in her voice.

Terry had noticed that, the guy really appeared to be moving in and Trina didn't seem to be doing any resisting.  He had long since dispatched the other jock type that Trina had been talking to.

"Me?  I...uhh..I guess so."  Terry managed, surprised.

"Great! Here, let me help you with Bobby."  She smiled, making a big production out of it so that everyone knew she was leaving.  

Terry saw several heads turn and look their way, then glancing over he saw Dana glaring at him, plus Trina also had an odd surprised look on her face.

With one of them on either side, they got Bobby into the back seat of the giant 1973 Oldsmobile he had bought.    He got it for just $600, barely a year after the Arab oil embargo and it only had 65,000 miles on it.  With gas prices high, and it having a monstrous V-8 engine, the car dealer almost could not give the car away even though it had very few miles on it.

Terry was very good with math, the big Olds only got 13 miles per gallon, but it also cost just $600 instead of several thousand.

Plus he didn't have several thousand anyway.

There was lots of room back there, they pushed on Bobby who was totally limp, it wasn't easy to do but finally they stuffed him in there.  Terry was hoping Bobby wouldn't throw up in the back seat this time.

Then Mandi walked around and hopped into the car.

Terry's chest swelled up with pride, he had Mandi Baxter in his car! He revved up the huge engine a couple of times, causing the left front fender to lift slightly.

"How can you afford such a big car?"  Mandi asked him.

"Not a problem."  Terry responded, glancing at the gas gauge.  He had $3.40 in his pocket, there was maybe enough gas left to get him to Bobby's house and then hers.  Getting all the way back to his own house might prove interesting though.

They got Bobby to his apartment, managed to half drag and half carry him up the one flight of stairs.  Inside, they deposited him on his bed.

Terry went into the bathroom and got some tissue to wiped the drool from Bobby's mouth.

"Shouldn't we undress him?"  Mandi asked.

"I don't know, why?  He will just sleep."

"Oh, come on.  He even has his shoes and socks on."  She said with a giggle.

"I don't think I want to..."  Terry began.

"I will do it.  You are such a homophobe!"  She giggled again rather drunkenly, then tugged off Bobby's shoes and socks.  She undid his pants and tugged them down and off, then reached over and pulled the bed covers down.  She had to shove on him a bit to get them out from under him. Bobby grunted but that was all.

Then Mandi reached up and took hold of Bobby's undershorts, pulled them off.

"What are you doing?"  Terry asked her in shock, blushing from the top of his head to the tip of his toes.  Bobby lay there completely out of it, naked from the waist down, his cock drooping down between his legs.

"Nothing.  Just putting him to bed."  She grinned. Then the reached under his left knee and moved it over, Bobby let out another grunt but he was limp as a rag.

"Look at that cute little thing!"  She tittered, staring at Bobby's rather shriveled looking cock.  She reached out and felt it, began sliding her hand back and forth for a few seconds like she was jacking him off.  Nothing happened at all.

"There it is!"  She said, holding Bobby's foreskin back firmly.  She reached out with her other hand and rubbed the end of Bobby's cock with a fingertip.  Terry saw that Mandi had a huge grin on her face. 

She turned his penis sideways, then back and forth and looked at it carefully, then held it straight out from his body for a moment before letting go.  With a laugh, she then tugged the covers up.

Mandi turned and looked at Terry, saw the look on his face.

"Don't you dare tell anybody about that."  She said.

"I won't."  Terry mumbled.

"Let's go!"  She said, heading for the door.  Terry followed along meekly.  He couldn't believe she had just done that.

In the car, she turned to Terry.

"You aren't going to tell anyone, are you?  I am serious, if you do...."  She said again.

"I..uhh..no, I won't say anything."

"Good.  That was just fun, I wanted to see what it looked like.  Bobby was passed out, so he will never know.  Besides, Dana is back there trying to get Trina in the sack and I am a little pissed off at him. That will teach him to be such an asshole."


"I doubt that Dana will get Trina...."  Terry began.  She had never really seemed that way and she knew that he hated Dana.

"I bet he does.  The bastard!  He is always after someone, I am fed up with his bullshit."  She suddenly sounded angry.

They were headed down 6th street, Terry knew that Mandi lived over on 8th past the park. He glanced over at her, she had gone quiet and was looking directly ahead, her lips pursed like she was thinking.

"Pull in here!"  She said suddenly, pointing at the entrance to the park.

"The park?  Why?"  Terry asked.

"Just do it."

Terry pulled in, started to park in front of the public restrooms.  He was thinking she needed to use them.

"Over there."  She pointed to an area farther down, some large trees hung out over the parking lot there and it was very dark.  Terry pulled down and shut off the engine.  He was expecting her to get out, instead, she turned and smiled at him.

"I want to suck your cock."  She told him, reaching for his belt.

"What?"  Terry grabbed her hands.

"Oh, come on.  You guys love that."  She fumbled some more, Terry felt the belt give way.

"I don't...nobody has ever..."  He protested, trying to stop her from pulling his pants open.

"Wow!  A virgin?  Oh, goodie!"  She giggled, her hand sliding inside the front of his briefs.

Terry felt himself begin to harden, he was still trying to fend off her hands without much success. Her hands were digging at his pants trying to release them, he felt himself start to get hard and that embarrassed him even more.

"Oh, my GOD!"  Mandi suddenly exclaimed the instant her hand wrapped around Terry's quickly developing erection.  She leaned over and looked down in the dim light.

"What's wrong?"  Terry asked.

"What in the fuck is that, my GOD?"  She said again.

"What?"  Terry was confused, embarrassed now.  Mandi had both hands on his erection, she was just holding it, her hands wrapped around the shaft just underneath his over sized knob.

"You are huge!"  She said, then she leaned forward and engulfed him.  She got the entire end of it in her mouth, Terry felt her teeth brush across the head of his cock and jumped.

"Sorry, I can barely..."  Then she let out a titter and went right back to work.

Terry had masturbated many times, but he never felt anything like this before in his life.  Mandi's hands slid down and cupped his balls, she gave them a firm squeeze which made him jump again. Her lips were wrapped firmly around the end of his cock and she was sucking very hard.

It took less than a minute and Terry felt himself let go.  Mandi never missed a beat, then finally she sat upright, keeping her hand busy.

"God, you don't even go limp. I don't fucking believe this!"  She said.

Terry didn't answer, his head was still spinning.  Mandi let go of him, he heard some rustling, then she was pressed against him, her blouse was open, breasts bare. He had never seen bare breasts before, except in pictures.

"Don't tell anyone!"  She muttered, her voice husky.

Bobby had literally thousands of pictures of breasts, and lot of them even with women with their legs spread out, showing off everything.

Those were just pictures, these were real!

"Lick them.  Right on the end, just barely."  She said, pushing her chest towards Terry's face.

Terry was now happy to comply, her breasts were small and very firm, the nipples tiny little buttons.  He had no idea at all how to do this, then he decided to just act like it was an ice cream cone.

In short order Mandi had her head back, eyes closed.  Every time his tongue touched one of her nipples she did a little jump and let out a moan.

Realizing Mandi liked that, Terry increased his efforts.  After a few minutes, she slid over and straddled him. That was when he realized Mandi had nothing at all under her skirt. He could feel the mass of pubic hair rubbing against his bare skin.  That was extremely exciting, his cock plumped up even more.

"My God, it's like a chunk of steel!"  Mandi mumbled, rubbing him energetically.

Terry suddenly felt wetness down there, her hand came down and found herself.  She opened her lips and shoved hard, wiggling her hips back and forth, working to get him inside.  There was a feeling of flesh giving way, then it just went in all the way.

"Jesus fucking Christ your cock is big!" Mandi began bouncing up and down furiously.

Terry could not believe this, he was fucking Mandi Baxter!  He wanted desperately to see what her pussy looked like, so he pulled up her skirt.  Mandi didn't appear to mind that at all, she just kept bouncing up and down.

In the dim light he could see her fat lips spread out wide as she lifted up, the big knob on the end of his cock caused her to bulge outward, then relax as she dropped down. He could barely see that, but it was fascinating.

Terry couldn't help himself, he reached over and flipped on the dash light over his radio.

"Turn that off!"  Mandi instantly hissed.  Terry switched the light off, but not before he got a good look at her.

Then Mandi leaned down against him, her hips began to thrust wildly.  Her pussy clamped down onto him, he was now completely lost in the sensation. He reached down and grasped her behind, his fingertips right in there.  He could feel his own cock, it really was sliding inside of her.

That felt so damned good, Terry reached a bit farther and touched Mandi's now very swollen and wet lips, then began to rub them.  That created even more moans, she seemed to like that.

After several minutes of that he felt himself let go again, blasting huge surges of his semen deep into her womb.  Mandi's head was back, her mouth open like it was hurting her, but no sound came out.

Then her eyes flashed open and she quickly slid off of him.

"Damn!  Shit!  Just fuck! I forgot the fucking rubber.  God dammit!  Let's go!  Get me home, quick!"  She told him.

Terry tugged his shorts and pants up, started the car and drove her home.  She jumped out and ran inside, slamming the door behind her without even looking back.

He shook his head, that was just amazing.  He went on home, took a shower and went to bed.

That night he had a dream, but it was Trina on top of him.  He woke up with a start, sweating.

He had never dreamed of Trina before.

+++

A few days went by, he called over to Mandi's house several times but the only one to answer was her Mom.  Mandi was always gone.

By the end of the week, that began to all feel like it was just a dream.

One evening Terry was sitting there working on his studies for a test he had to take at trade school the next day when Bobby banged on the door.

"What's this I hear that you fucked Mandi Baxter?"  He said the moment the door opened.

"Who told you that?"  Terry asked.

"Hell, everybody knows about it, and her boyfriend Dana is all pissed off at you."

"Why would Dana be mad, he was doing his best to hit on Trina?"

"The prick probably got shut down, maybe not?  Anyway, then he went over to Mandi's place to get a quickie and they got into a fight.   Something about him fucking Trina or trying to I guess. She called him a bunch of names and tossed him out, yelling about you I hear."  He roared at that like it was hilarious or something.

Terry was secretly pleased to hear that Dana got nowhere with Mandi, but he wasn't really happy that the guy was pissed off.  Hell, he was at least 60 pounds bigger than Terry was.

"What's this about Dana doing it with Trina?  No way in hell would she do that, I know her." Terry asked.

"He says he did, but then he is such an asshole, who knows?  Anyway, tell me about Mandi.  Are her tits as nice as they look in those sweaters??  Bobby asked.

"There isn't anything to tell."  Terry said.

"Oh, come on!"

"No.  We just dropped you off and I took her home, that's all."  Terry lied.




Some Days Life Doesn't Suck



"Yea, I woke up naked as a Jaybird, what the fuck did you strip me for?"

"I didn't."  Terry told him.

"You didn't?"  Bobby suddenly looked like he was thinking.

"No."

"Who did, then?"

"Mandi did."

"Mandi?"

"Yes, Mandi.  I don't know why."  Terry said.

"Wow!  Fuck!  She must have wanted to see my stuff, huh?"

"I can't imagine, there isn't much there."  Terry said with sarcasm.

"Asshole!"

"Asshole yourself."

They looked at each other for a few seconds, then Bobby broke out in a big grin.

"Hey, let's don't get into it.  How was Mandi?  Is she as hot as they say she is? You did fuck her, didn't you?"

"I have no idea."  Terry went into the kitchen, grabbed a couple of bottles of mineral water, handed one to Bobby.

"I wish you would get some fucking beer."  He said, taking a huge swig.

"You know I don't drink."

"Yea, I  know.  Oh well.  Anyway, word is that Dana is going to kick your ass when he finds you."

"Probably.  I don't know what I am supposed to do about it?"  Terry didn't like the idea of Dana being after him, the jerk had tormented him all the way through grade school and then high school.

"Why don't you just haul off and smack the fucker when he starts giving you a ration of shit, Terry?"

"Yes, sure.  Piss him off and maybe he will kill me instead of just beat me up."  Terry said.

"I'm serious.  The asshole is just a bully, nobody ever stands up to him.  Belt him one and you might be surprised."  Bobby had his head in the fridge by then looking for something to eat.

"Yea, I will be surprised, all right."  Terry muttered, heading into the kitchen to get Bobby out of his bucket of Kentucky fried chicken.

"What the fuck, it's worth a shot.  Dana is just a bully, I don't remember him ever actually being in a fight. Except when Trina took him down and pinned him back in 5th grade."  He grinned at that.

Bobby had now found Terry's stash of Corn Chips, he sat down and started eating them. They had been sitting on the counter open for at least a week, Bobby didn't care.

+++


"Are you going to Mandi's party?"  Trina asked him when he ran into her at the corner store. It now had been nearly two weeks since he had seen Mandi.

"I didn't know she was having one, she didn't invite me."  Terry answered.

"She didn't invite me either, I heard about it from Bobby.  Hey, want to go do something by ourselves?"  She asked.

"Like what?"  Terry asked.  This was a surprise, it never even crossed his mind to ask Trina out.

"How about a picnic, we can go up to the lake?  It's supposed to stay hot out,  I bet we have the place all to ourselves, it been a long time since we talked."  


"Sure, that sounds like fun.  Take my car?"

"OK."

"OK, I will pick you up tonight."  Terry noticed that Trina acted really happy at the prospect.

+++

It was close to 80 degrees out when Terry pulled up at Trina's folks house, she came out practically skipping, carrying a huge basket. She had on shorts and a halter top, both on the conservative side but Terry had never seen Trina's bare belly before.  She really had lost a lot of the fat, there were still small bulges at her waist but not bad at all.

Terry had a big basket of his own, they certainly were not going to go hungry.

At the lake, there were two older men sitting on the bank fishing for Catfish and drinking beer,  so they went way off to the other end of the park by themselves.  They were barely sat down on their blanket when the two men left.

Darkness was coming on very fast, they had the entire place all to themselves. It was very quiet and the full moon was just rising over some big Fir trees.  There wasn't even any breeze, they could hear some Frogs down at the lake calling to each other.

He could make out Trina's face just barely in the dim light, and it struck him that she really did look pretty.

The food was good, Trina told Terry all about everything that was going on at college.  She was going to the gym every day for an exercise class. He brought her up to date on all that had been going on with him, which wasn't much.  He was in trade school, learning mechanics.

He told her almost everything.

He pointedly did not mention Mandi Baxter though, even though it was on his mind and he had an odd urge to confess.

Trina brought up the subject for him.

"Dana was sure pissed off at you after the party."  She said.  Terry looked closely at Trina but it was now too dark to really see her expression.

"Yea, I heard that from Bobby.  What was all that about?"  He asked her as innocently as he could.

"He thought you and Mandi were...doing it.  But I knew better, after all Bobby was with you guys."

"The jerk has been running around telling people that you and he were..doing it?"  Terry told her.

"Dana is a real asshole, he grabbed at me and tried to kiss me but I slapped his face.  That is all that happened, I swear."

"Yea, I didn't think so."  Was as far as he got.  

"Someone is coming."  She said.

Terry looked over and saw headlights coming up the hill towards them.

Several people got out of the car and came down to the edge of the lake about 50 feet away, he could barely make them out.

"They are over there."  He heard Dana say.

"Just shit!"  Terry thought as the group headed their way.

As they approached, Terry could make out two guys that he barely knew, one tall skinny blond girl, plus Dana and Mandi.

"Well, well.  If it isn't dickhead.  Imagine running into you way up here."  He said with sarcasm.

"Go away, Dana."  Terry told him, getting up.  He barely got to his feet when Dana pushed him, back down he went.

"Quit it!"  Terry yelled.

"I am going to kick your fucking ass, you little shit."  He advanced towards Terry.

"Leave us the fuck alone!"  Terry said, just then Trina bailed into Dana and down they went, which gave Terry time to get to his feet.

Mandi and the blond jumped in and grabbed Trina, dragging her backwards.  That got the skinny blond popped in the forehead with a hay maker from Trina, but she recovered and came right back into the struggle.  The two of them managed to drag Trina back, the other two guys just stood there.

Terry saw Dana coming at him again, what Bobby had said popped into his mind.  He doubled up his fist and swung with all his might.

He connected dead square with Dana's nose.

Down he went, grabbing at his face. That was a complete surprise.

Terry had no idea a man could scream like that.  He waited, expecting Dana to get up and stomp on him but he didn't.  He sat there holding his nose with both hands, and he sounded like he was crying?

Terry turned to the two girls holding Trina, who was struggling fiercely. He could make them out in the glow from the headlights of their car up in the parking lot.

"Let go of her!"  He told them, they did almost instantly.  The moment Trina's arms were loose she turned and decked the blond, then reached for Mandi but she was already running towards the car.

Trina took off right behind her.

Terry turned back to the other two guys, half expecting them to jump him.

"Hey, not our fight man."  The one guy held up his hands palm first.

"Get this piece of shit out of here!"  Terry ordered.  He could hear some screams coming from the parking lot and had a feeling Mandi was getting it up there.

The two guys helped pick up Dana who was still whimpering, they headed up the bank.  Trina came walking down the bank towards Terry, she didn't even look at them.

Her hair was messed up, one strap on her halter top was broken.

"Fucking assholes!  Come on, let's go over to your apartment."  She said.  They gathered up their gear and headed for the car.

Terry switched on the inside light, Trina had a bloody nose and some scratches from the gravel in the parking lot.  She was holding the cup of her halter top in place with one hand.  He had a feeling that Mandi was in much worse shape.

"I thought you told me once you couldn't go hitting girls."  Terry laughed.

"I made an exception for those two."  She said, then she started laughing.

"Man, you put Dana right on his butt."  Trina said the moment they were inside. She was looking at him like she was actually proud of him.

"That was just luck, I have never been in a fight before."  He told her.

"Well, you are very strong."  Trina stepped up to him, reaching out to stroke Terry's bicep.  Then she leaned in and kissed him, Terry could taste the blood on her mouth. He used his fingers to check, her lower lip was cut and starting to swell up.

"We have to get you cleaned up, you are bleeding."  He told her.  In the bathroom, he used a cool wet towel as she leaned over the sink and let him wash her face.  Looking down, since the halter top strap had broken her bare breast was nearly completely out of it.  There was an angry looking red scratch on it, and some more welts on her belly and even more on her shoulders.

"You are all scratched up, what happened up there?"  He asked.

"Mandi turned out to be pretty tough, but I finally got on top of her and she didn't want any more after that."

"We need to put some ointment on those."  He told her.  Trina looked down, realized the top half of her nipple was peeking out.

"Oh."  She said, tugging the cup back into place.

Terry politely looked away, reaching up he got his tube of ointment he used on cuts and scratches.

"Here."  He said, holding it out for her.

"You do it."  She said.

"I can't, your top is in the way." Terry felt his face flush.

Trina reached back and tripped the catch, shrugged her top off.

"Now it isn't."  She giggled.  Then she went over and sat on the edge of his chair.

Terry just stood there, suddenly faced with only the second set of naked breasts he had ever seen in his life.

"Well?"  She asked.  Terry got down on his knees in front of her, began to gently cover the scrapes with the ointment.  Trina closed her eyes.  As he covered the marks on her arm and shoulder, then switched to her breast her breathing began to change.  He finished up as quickly as he could, not wanting to give her the wrong impression.

Her breasts were large, he could see her nipples tighten up until they were sticking out firmly.  He was trying to not stare but he had to look every few seconds to apply the lotion.

Finally he was done, he stood up, went into his closet and got one of his shirts.  Trina slipped it on, doing up the buttons.

"Thank you, Terry.  You are one hell of a nice guy."  She told him.  Terry just blushed.

They sat down at his table and opened the baskets, enjoyed the meal.  They were both very quiet, exchanging glances several times.

"So what did you think?"  Trina asked suddenly.

"Think about what?"

"You saw me.  Are...they...mine?.. as nice as other girls?"  She asked.

"I have only just seen pictures, but yes, you are beautiful."  He told her. He was smart enough to not mention the incident in the park with Mandi right then.

"I am fat, you are just saying that."  She said.

"You aren't fat, you are very pretty and you know it."  Terry told her.

She looked down shyly, then seemed to gather herself.  She looked right in his eyes and smiled.

"I was thinking...maybe you might like to...you know, pet a little bit?"

"Pet?  You mean...?"

"Yea."  She grinned.

"I don't really know what to do."  Terry managed shyly.

"Neither do I." 

"Yes, I would."  Terry said.

"All right.  Let's do it on your bed, but...don't..you know...put it in me.  I have never done that and I want to keep that for when I get married, OK?"

"OK."

Terry got up, held out his hand.  Trina took it, suddenly acting shy.  He led her to his bedroom, she sat on the edge of it so he sat down next to her.

He put his arms around her, she leaned in with no resistance and kissed him.  The kiss was just like in his dream, it lasted a very long time.  Then he felt her hand on his thigh, exploring, so he slid his own hand underneath the shirt she wore.

"Ouch!"  She said as he found a sore spot.

"Sorry."  He told her.  Just then her hand slid across the front of his pants.  That caused him to jump.  She buried her face in his neck.

"Can I...see it?"  She whispered.

"Sure."  He told her, his hand now busy fondling her breast.  He was trying to be careful and avoid the scrapes.  Her hand began to fumble with the top button on his blue jeans.  Finally she got it undone, Terry was working on the snap at the top of her shorts.  He got it undone and slid the zipper down at the same time she slid his own down.

Trina giggled as his fingers reached inside the front of her shorts.

"I will have to stand up to get these off."  She told him, her face still buried against his neck.

"OK.  I guess I have to, too."  Terry stood up and stripped off his jeans as she stepped out of the shorts.  He still had his briefs on, she wore a pair of simple white cotton panties.

They looked at each other for a moment, then lay back down.  Now Terry could easily get his hand in there, he soon was feeling her pubic hair, she grunted when he reached lower and his fingers touched the top of her pussy.  She opened her legs slightly to make it easier, so he reached deeper.

With his other hand, he undid the buttons on the shirt, soon it was open.  He slid the cloth aside, baring her breasts.  They were much larger than Mandi's, he began doing the same thing to her that he had done to Mandi, and was rewarded quickly with her breath coming in gasps.

He felt her hand wrap around his now full blown erection, then she lifted up slightly so she could look down.  Her breathing quickened even more, then her hand began the instinctive motions up and down his shaft.  When she did that, he started to slip a finger inside her.

"Just...outside.  Please?"  She whispered.

"OK."  He said.

They touched and petted for a very long time, never removing their under garments.  Terry thought that Trina climaxed a few times but he wasn't completely sure of that.

The last thing he remembered was her breasts pressed up against his face, her hand stroking up and down his hip inside his briefs.

+++

"Anybody home?"  Bobby's voice called out. Terry woke up with a start.  He looked around, Trina wasn't there.  He hadn't heard her leave, he had been sound asleep.  Glancing over at the clock, he realized it was well into morning.

All he had on was his briefs, he jumped up and grabbed his pants, tugged them on.  He reached over and grabbed the shirt lying there on his bed, pulled it on and went out into the main room.

Bobby had his head inside his fridge, he came out with some lunch meat and a couple of slices of bread.  He slapped them together and took a huge bite.

"So what's going on, bro?"  Bobby plopped down on the couch and stuck his feet up on the arm rest.

"Nothing.  Get your feet off my couch."  Terry told him.  Bobby complied, sat up.

"Terry, what did you do with my shirt?"  Trina's voice called out from the bedroom.  

Bobby looked at Terry in surprise, then he started laughing.

Terry went into the bedroom, Trina stood there with a towel wrapped around herself.  It hit him she must have taken a shower and was in there when he woke up.  He walked over to the closet and got a clean shirt, handed it to her.

Trina dropped the towel and reached for the shirt just as Bobby appeared in the doorway.

"Wow, dude.  I don't blame you at all!  Great tits!"  He grinned.

"Bobby, you get the fuck out of here!"  Terry yelled as Trina grabbed for the shirt and pulled it in front of herself, her face flaming.

Bobby hesitated, then seeing the look on Terry's face, he beat a hasty retreat.

"Sorry, honey."  Terry told her.

"It's OK.  It;s not your fault.  That guy is such a dick."  She said, pulling on the shirt.  It hung low enough on her that she didn't bother with underwear.

In the living room, Bobby sat there with a smirk on his face.

"Bobby, why don't you go away and leave us alone?  I will talk to you later, OK?"

"OK, OK, OK.  I will go.  Man, you are turning out to be quite the lady's man.  First you hose Mandi Baxter, now you have Trina in your bedroom.  Some guys have all the luck!"  He said, heading for the door.

Terry looked at Trina, she had shock on her face.

"Mandi?  You and Mandi?  You didn't?  Tell me you didn't."  Her face screwed up, her eyes started to get damp.

Terry blushed and looked down. Trina knew right then.  She turned and stormed out the door, almost knocking Bobby down on the way.

"Trina!"  Terry called out, but she was gone.

"Hey, man.  I didn't mean to fuck up your deal, hell, everybody knows you hosed Mandi, she has been bragging about it."  Bobby looked upset.

"Get the fuck out of here, Bobby."  Terry snarled.

+++

Trina refused all of Terry's phone calls.  He went over and knocked on her door, her Mom answered and told him she didn't want to see him.

Then she was gone, back to school.  There was nothing Terry could do.

She had left her shorts and halter top at his house, and the pair of white cotton panties.  Terry sat in his room, often holding the clothing to his nose.  He could smell her on the cloth.  He sat and wrote her letters, one after the other.  

Nothing came back in return.

It was Christmas time when Terry heard that she was back home, Bobby was the one that told him.  Bobby also told him that Mandi had left town, she had gone all the way to her grand parent's house back East.

Terry didn't care about Mandi, he only cared about Trina.  It was snowing very hard the day he stood on her parent's porch, trying to muster up the courage to knock.

He was just starting to turn away when the door opened.  Trina's Mother stood there. Terry had seen her many times when he and Trina were growing up.

"Well son, are you just going to stand there or are you going to come in?"  She said.  Terry went inside, sat down.

"So you are the young man that completely messed up my daughter's life?  I actually never would have expected that it would be you."  The woman said as soon as Terry sat down.

"I want to see Trina, explain."  Terry managed.

"Trina is out shopping, she won't be back for hours."

"Oh.  I..I really need to talk to her."

"Trina told me about it, there isn't really a lot to explain.  Young men have hormones, so do young women for that matter.  Maybe we made a mistake with Trina, we raised her to understand that sex is a precious thing between and man and his wife, it shouldn't be something that is just an easy thing to do."

"I know I made a mistake, but it was...before.  It was afterward that I fell in love with Trina."  Terry protested.

"You men.  I swear you are all as blind as a Bat.  Trina has been in love with you since you were little kids.  You are all she ever talks about, Terry did this, Terry did that."  She smiled at that.

"What?  Really?  I...I didn't know, she never said anything."

"She was waiting for you to say something."  The woman smiled.

"So what do I do now?"  Terry asked.

"I have been trying to talk to Trina quite a bit since she got home this time.  I knew something was wrong because she went from straight "A's" to all "C's".  Then she quit talking to me much about anything, moping around like her Kitty died. Usually with young women that means some boy is messing up close by. I thought she had met someone at College, but it appears now that it is you."

Terry didn't answer, he had no idea at all of what to say.

"Mandi Baxter, huh?  Of all people.  She has a really bad reputation, son."

"I know."  Terry said, hanging his head. Lord.  Did everyone on the entire planet know about that?

"So what should I do?"  Terry asked her again.

"Go home.  I will talk with Trina some more, maybe I can convince her to come and talk to you at least."




Some Days Life Doesn't Suck



+++

Terry was sitting in his chair when someone knocked on the door.  He had been waiting for the phone to ring, and a hundred different possible conversations had run through his head.

"Come on in, Bobby!"  Terry called out.  Bobby had long since learned his lesson about just barging in.

The door opened, Trina stood there!

"Trina!  Oh!  Thank God!  Come in, please."  Terry jumped to his feet.  He reached to take her arm but she avoided him and went to sit in the chair across from him.

"Mom talked me into coming, you know." She said flatly.

"I know, but I am happy that you did."  Terry said.

"I am really mad at you, about...that.  Of all people..."

"Trina, I am so sorry.  If I could take it back I would, but...I love you.  That's the truth, I want us to be together."

Trina got up, looked at him.

"That night, when you and I...?  I thought..that was the most wonderful night of my life.  You didn't even try to..make love..I mean, not the actual sex part, but the rest?  I wanted you and I to be like that forever."

"It was for me, too.  That was when I knew..."

"Knew what, Terry?  We were right in here, just you and me."  Trina walked to the bedroom door, pushed it open.  She stood there a moment, then she looked back at Terry with a huge grin on her face.

"What is that?  My clothes?  There on your bed?  What are they doing there?"  She asked him, cocking her head slightly.

Terry's face flamed.  He had kept her halter top, shorts and white panties on his bed every night since she had stormed out.

"So I can be close to you...smell you.."  He admitted, looking down.

"My God!  You do mean it then?  You aren't lying, you really do want me?"

"Yes.  I want you more than anything in the world!"  Terry told her.  Then he very nearly went over backwards as she piled into his arms.

"I see you lost some more of the fat."  He told her in a teasing tone of voice.

"Asshole!"  She said, kissing him.

+++

Terry spent every moment that he could with Trina until it was time for her to return to school.  Her Mom found ways to make herself scarce when he came over, and she always had a sweet smile on her face.

When Trina left to go back to her classes, Terry kept himself busy with his own night classes.  He had plans to save up enough to start at State College the next year.

He saw Trina several times, then came her Summer break.  He had spent some of his precious savings on a modest ring, and he asked Trina to marry him.  She said yes without hesitation.

It was the happiest time in his life.

That lasted just two days.

+++

Terry read the summons, he was being called in for a DNA test for paternity to determine if he was responsible for child support.

Mandi Baxter, of course.  He clicked off the dates in his mind and a cold sweat broke over him.

Possible, no doubt at all about that.  He did note that there were a total of three others mentioned, but no names were given.

He had no choice, he had made up his mind to be completely honest with Trina about everything, so he told her.  Her face darkened, once again Mandi Baxter was right back into their lives, messing up the works.

Trina turned and went into her bedroom, shut the door.

Terry went down and gave the sample, nothing else to do about it.

He was sitting in his living room, thoughts pouring through his head.  Child support was part of it, but he knew if he was the father, he would be tied to Mandi Baxter for at least the next 18 years and possibly far longer.

Child support meant there went his dreams of going on the College, everything in his life ruined.  Except for the child, that he knew he would do his best for no matter what if it turned out to be his.

Then there was a knock on the door.  He knew it wasn't Trina, he had long since given her a key because she spent many nights lying in his bed, petting and playing.  Things had progressed to oral sex, they were having a ball learning about that, but as yet he had never had actual sex with her.

She had told him flatly that if he wanted to, she probably would not stop him, but she had also begged him not to so he did not.  He loved Trina more than anything in the world, for her, he would do anything.

Bobby stood there, looking like someone had just told him he had Cancer or something.

"What's the matter, Bobby?"  Terry asked.

"I got a letter in the mail, I have to go take a DNA test."  He said.

"What?  You too?  You mean for Mandi's baby?"

"Yea."  He came in and sat down, still looking shaken.

"How in the hell did that happen?"  Terry asked. Bobby had never said a single word about it.

"You remember that day I caught you and Trina in the sack?  Well, she showed up at my place that same night and kind of climbed on me, saying she wanted to see what it felt like, whatever that meant."

Terry listened, then told him about what Mandi had done after they brought him home.

Bobby sat there and listened.

"I guess when she saw the size of it, she just had to try it out, huh?"  Bobby smiled.

Terry saw no reason to say anything about that.

+++

It was nearly a month later when the reports arrived.  Terry stood there with the envelope in his hand, then finally he opened it.

"The chance of paternity is 0.00%"  It read.  Terry sat down, he had his life back.

Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang.  It was Bobby.

"I guess I am going to be a Daddy!"  He said.  Terry noticed that he didn't even sound upset.

"So what are you going to do?"  He asked.

"I have been seeing Mandi, I asked her to marry me."  Bobby said.

"Married?  Really?"  That was a surprise.

"Yea, why not.  She fucks like a Mink and she is kinda fun to look at, besides, she told me she has it all out of her system.  Our kid is a boy, I want to be with my kid, see him grow up and stuff.  Why the fuck not, then?"

"Bobby, sometimes everything works out just fine.  Good luck to you guys!"  Terry told him.

He hung up, then started laughing.  Then he put on his coat to head over and see Trina.  He knew she was waiting for the news also, and he wanted to tell her face to face.

Bobby?  Stepping up to the plate?  Man, was he going to be in for a ride with that woman, but who knows?

But it meant he and Trina were now free. He broke into a sprint.

Some days life just sucks.

Some days? 

It doesn't.

MGM



Some Days, You Just Can't Win



It was a textbook case defining 'hollow victory', and it started out innocently enough, as one of those innocuous post-coital conversations lovers often have in that time when their bodies still tingle with mutually achieved orgasms and before they either start fucking again or fall asleep. Beth and Charlie lay in her dorm room bed together, breathing heavily after a bit of carnal acrobatics (having fucked in three different positions within the past ten minutes alone, resulting in three orgasms for her and two for him) and Beth asked if they could dim the lights.

"You know I don't like bright lights," she said. "The room was nice and dark when you came in, and you had to turn every fucking light on you could find." She laughed as he reached to turn off the nightstand lamp beside the bed. A token gesture, the loss of that particular lamp wouldn't darken the room but only diminish the glare.

"I wanted to make sure I got the right person," he said. "Think how we'd feel if you walked into a dark room and found me in bed with Cissy by mistake."

Beth laughed again. "Oh," she said, "I think you'd know the difference between me and my roommate, even in the dark."

Charlie made like he wasn't convinced. "You never know," he said. "You two are built almost the same."

"Bullshit," Beth said. "No offense to her, but I'm far prettier."

"And so you are, but in the dark I wouldn't be able to see that, I'd have to go by feel."

"And you don't think you'd be able to 'feel' the difference?"

"Maybe, maybe not," he said 

"Well, let's assume for the sake of argument that she and I have the same basic body shape, the same boobs, nipples, ass, everything, and we don't, I've seen her naked, trust me, you'd know. Assuming all that, you don't think you'd know you had the wrong person once you got inside?"

Charlie had too much trouble getting over the fact that Beth had seen Cissy naked to compose a rational answer. It had probably happened while Cissy was getting changed, but he instantly had visions of the two girls frolicking in bed, giggling, licking each other's cunts, fingering assholes... With his brain thus occupied his other head made the decision for him, and he unwisely said, "There least of all." 

She punched his arm, hard. "You pig!" she denounced him playfully. "I'd know you in the dark." It was as confident a statement as any she'd ever made. 

He was slightly pissed she had ruined his fantasy. "You think so?" he said, challenging.

She detected trouble ahead but pride carried her forward anyway. "Of course," she said assertively.

"If you walked into a room, totally dark, you'd be able to tell me from another guy?"

"In an instant."

"I'm not talking about our whole bodies," he said, getting into the conversation now, and rising up on one elbow. "Just our cocks."

She started to protest and he cut her off. "You said I'd be able to know if it was you or not by the feel of your pussy, so you're saying you'd be able to tell the difference between me and any other guy strictly by the feel of our cocks?"

She thought a brief second, then said, "Of course."

"Now, that's bullshit!"

And that's the way things like this get started. 

By the time negotiations were over, they had agreed that Beth would be blindfolded and confronted with Charlie and two or three of his friends and she would have to identify Charlie solely by touching their cocks. He had wanted her to have to let them inside her, in accordance with her argument that he'd be able to tell the difference once inside her pussy, but she wasn't having that. They settled on mere palpation. Even so, Beth was positive there would be no challenge at all, and Charlie was certain she'd never get it right without a lucky guess.

"In the meantime," she kidded him when they'd agreed to actually do the experiment, "I get to feel your friends' dicks with you watching." Part of her hoped that alone would get him to change his mind.

"In the meantime," he countered, "you get to make a fool of yourself in front of my friends, feeling all our dicks and not being able to tell one from the other."

That was it, then. The dare was settled.

Two days later, Beth came to Charlie's dorm room and in there with them were Ben, his roommate, and Chuck and Gonzo, two of his friends. Charlie had chosen them specifically to make Beth's choice as difficult as possible. When word got out what he was doing he had volunteers he didn't know what to do with, but he chose very carefully among his best friends. 

They were all basically the same height, so she wouldn't be able to tell anything by relative distance. They had compared cocks to make sure none of them were exceptionally hung or deficient, and that they were all cut. Foreskin would be a dead giveaway.

These three friends were, of course, nervous as kittens in a dog pound because in a few minutes they'd be getting felt by Charlie's girlfriend, and Beth was definitely hot. She was pretty enough to be a model if she had wanted, tall with long, shapely legs, and fashionably slim without looking anorexic. She had decent sized breasts with very prominent nipples, and wide hips that swayed so nicely when she walked. His friends all envied Charlie the chance to know Beth as intimately as he did, and this was a great way for three of them to at least get a 'feel' for what that might be like.

Besides, for most of the boys this would be as close to group sex as they would ever get. Despite what is written about campus life, more gets talked about than actually done. None of them were virgins, far from it, but neither were any of them living the Playboy lifestyle.

Charlie appeared to be coolly sure of himself, and Beth did her best to hide the fact that she'd wished she'd never agreed to this. Not that she thought she'd lose -- she was certain of victory -- but because she really didn't like the way those other three guys were looking at her. Somewhere in their heads they all had visions of this becoming a porn-movie spectacle, a gang bang extraordinaire, at the very least a bukake exhibition, she on her knees while the four of them poured cum all over her face and chest. If that's what they were expecting they were about to be very disappointed. 

However, it was too late to back down using their expectations or any other excuse, so she stood there while Charlie tied a black cotton bandana around her head and checked it to make sure she was completely blinded. He then guided her down to her knees. 

The logistics had all been worked out beforehand so Charlie wouldn't have to say a word to her. The sound of his voice would give away his location, so once the blindfold went on not a word was to be said by him or any of the other boys. As she knelt there she heard four zippers open and the four guys moving into position. 

Good lord, she must have been crazy to agree to this! 

"I probably should wear a glove or something," she said nervously. "You guys aren't diseased or anything, are you?"

Nobody said a word. Her hand came up partway and then zipped back to her side.

"None of you guys are filming this, right?" she said. "If this winds up on the internet tonight I will kill each and every one of you!"

One of them broke ranks and said, "Hey, you could be famous. The next Paris Hilton."

Her face soured. "At which point," she said, "I'll make it a multiple murder and a suicide. Can we get on with this?"

Because of the breach in silence the four of them had to shift positions again. They lined up side by side, and as was prearranged the one directly in front of her tapped the top of her head to let her know they were ready. Whoever it was tapped her just a bit too enthusiastically. She flinched, and thought about using that as an excuse to call the whole thing off, but then steeled herself for the ordeal, forced herself to concentrate on the task at hand, and reached up slowly to gauge her first subject.

Her hand extended out inch by inch until she touched something. The 'thing' she touched flinched on contact, and she waited for it to calm down before finding it again and wrapping her hand around the hard shaft. Her fingers manipulated the head, and then she declared that it was not her boyfriend. "Nice," she said, "but too thin to be Charlie." 

Still on her knees, she moved down the line to the next one. After manipulating this cock she said nothing, and moved on to the next. She still said nothing and moved on to the last, who she dismissed as readily as she had the first one. "No offense," she said, "but Charlie's got that much while still soft." Then she addressed the crowd. "The end two, back away," she said, and waited while they stepped back. The bed squeaked as they sat down. "It's between these two."

She knelt between the two left standing and took a cock in each hand. She pulled on them, cupped the heads, and asked if she could feel the balls as well. A guttural voice from farther away (one of the rejects on the bed, after checking for advice from Charlie) said, "Un-uh," so that was out. Indeed, in all fairness, she had said she could tell by the cocks alone, and while arguments could be made that scrotums were integral enough to the structure of the whole to be considered components rather than adjuncts, the time for such debate was long since past. Cocks were all she'd have to go by, and choosing the right one was obviously proving to be more difficult than she had thought. 

Her inability to make a snap decision bothered her. She and Charlie had been lovers for about three months, and she knew the sound of his voice immediately, in person or electronically, and she recognized the back of his head when he was buried in a crowd, so she never thought identifying his cock would prove so challenging. After all, she'd been far more intimate with his cock than the back of his head!

She switched hands, massaging, tugging, feeling about for any obvious venation or other distinguishing characteristics. They'd purposefully avoided sex since making the bet so she wouldn't have any opportunity to study his anatomy for obvious landmarks. She suddenly felt certain that she was about to lose the bet, but then something about the cock in her right hand felt terribly familiar.

Maybe it was the way it pulsed against her palm, or the angle at which it tugged up involuntarily begging for attention. She switched hands again, and sure enough, that one was Charlie. Undoubtedly. She let go of the other one and gave his a squeeze.

"Gotcha!" she declared.

"Damn, baby, I thought for a while I had this victory all sewn up!"

She went to take the blindfold off, but Charlie placed a hand on hers and asked her not to. "I think I kinda like this situation," he said. "Would you guys excuse us for a few minutes?"

The other three grumbled and Beth heard all sorts of motion in the room, and then the door opened and closed and all was silent for a while.

"We never played like this," Charlie said. "It's kinda kinky."

"You like this, huh?" she said, and she walked on her knees closer to him, her hand still wrapped about his rock-hard dick. "And what exactly do you think is gonna happen with me like this?"

Fortunately, it was a purely rhetorical question. She knew exactly what he wanted, and without him saying another word she moved in and took his cock in her mouth.

Beth was really good at giving head. She had a masterful way of coordinating hand, lip, and tongue movement, and in no time she had him breathing heavily. Now that the contest was over, she was free to use one hand to hold his balls while the other stroked his cock in time with the movement of her lips up and down the shaft. Her tongue wrapped around the head, and just for fun she occasionally scraped her teeth down the shaft and made his whole body shiver.

He must have been really turned on by watching her feel up his friends' cocks (and truth be told, so was she!) because in a very short time he was pouring his thick, hot cum down her throat. Beth smiled when he was done, and held on to him with one hand while she dabbed at the corners of her mouth with the other. He tried to pull his dick free but she held on tight. "Not so fast," she said. "I'm not done with you yet. After all, I won the fucking bet, so I think this time you wear the blindfold," and she took it off her face.

She was holding Gonzo's dick in her hand.

Charlie stood beside him, stroking himself, watching her with the biggest shit-eating grin he'd ever had plastered across his face. Ben and Chuck stood just inside the door where they'd been since pretending to leave the room. They were grinning, stroking themselves, and they looked like they had every expectation of being next.

"Guess I won after all," Charlie said.

Beth let go of Gonzo's shrinking cock and wiped her hand on her jeans. "I guess you did," she said, and stood up. Her eyes went to the other two by the door. "I think they're expecting the same treatment," she told Charlie, and she sounded like she was about to go give it to them, but then she threw the blindfold at Charlie, hard enough that had it been made of anything stronger than cotton it would have gone right through him.

"They're your friends," she said angrily. "How about putting this fucking thing on and you can blow them yourself?" And then she elbowed her way toward the door.

Charlie couldn't understand her reaction. "We never established the stakes," he said, which, in the long run, was not the wisest thing to say.

She spun toward him and shouted "Pride!" and then spun back and left the room.

Charlie didn't see much of her after that, and when he did he was awfully glad that looks could not kill. Attempts at reconciliation were out of the question. In another week he saw her walking with her arm around another boy and the way her hand languorously rested on his ass he knew what the score was there.

Nice idea, Charlie. Got any others rattling around inside that hairy gourd?



Some Days



With a smile, the red slash of her mouth encircled my throbbing shaft, sucking it all the way into her wetness, burying her nose in the coarse hair at the base of my prick. The muscles of her mouth were powerful, and they massaged the entire length of my cock; clamping and squeezing it tight, like a vise.

"Ooooh, you're good!" Marie said to Ellie.

Ellie just giggled and ran the tip of her tongue, wickedly, over my throbbing cock-knob, sending electric jolts of pleasure up my spine. I was getting a double blow-job, from two sensuous women, and I was loving it!

Glassy eyed, I watched each hungry mouth take a turn sucking my dick; lips and tongues meeting at the crown, sucking and licking; sharing the man-flavored taste of their mouths. While their luscious mouths sucked my prick, their hands pinched harden nipples and fingered hot, dewy cunt- holes.

I heard a choked sob, and suddenly, my naked cock stood alone and forgotten.

Ellie had grabbed Marie; pushed her down and buried her face between up-raised legs; her tongue sinking deep into the hot well of my wife's juicy cunt. Her face twisted and turned, rasping her cheeks against coarse pussy-hair, smearing the seeping joy-cream all over her nose and mouth.

What she lacked in experience, she made up for with enthusiasm. Marie's body was churning wantonly.

Wrapping her legs around Ellie's neck, Marie forced the squirming tongue deeper into her volcanic cunt. Her hands dug into her girlfriend's hair, holding tight as her wiggling hips bounced off the bed and jerked in wild, spastic movements.

"Eat me!" she groaned, "Oh, eat my pussy, Ellie! It feels so good. Yes! Yes!"

Whimpering, Marie pulled Ellie's blonde head deeper into the coarse, black hair of her squirming crotch.

I was breathing like a marathon runner after a hard race; heavy and raspy. Ellie's upturned ass gleamed in the soft light of bedroom lamp; her wet pussy clearly outlined between the satiny globes and her brown, hairy asshole contracting like the eye of a mad cyclops.

I stripped my clothes, tearing my shirt in the process. Gingerly, I rubbed the rounded cheeks and licked her hot, soft flesh. She moaned her pleasure as my tongue slid over the silky skin of her rounded ass. Her body shook and shivered as my tongue darted in and out of her ass and cunt.

Thick, rich cuntjuice bubbled from her blonde pussy, smearing my nose and mouth and cheeks. The tart aroma was powerful and stimulating.

"Fuck her, Johnny! Stick your cock in her cunt!"

Marie's voice trembled; thick with passion. She was in the middle of a real life fantasy, on the verge of losing herself in the ecstasy of the moment. Another woman was eating her pussy and her husband was about to shove his cock in a strange cunt, right in front of her blazing eyes!

"Yes!" Ellie said and turned, eying my cock with hungry eyes, "Fuck me! Oh, please, stick it in!" she begged.

Her cunt was like liquid fire! My prick burned all the way down her boiling pussy-channel. I grunted in pleasure- pain as my cock hit bottom; my chest heaving with exertion. My hips began a slow pumping action, drawing the shaft out almost to the very tip, then forcing it back in all the way. The walls of her sopping cunt squeezed my prick, clutching at it frantically as it slid by. Her groans were loud and uncontrolled. Perspiration broke out on her skin.

I started to hump faster.

"Don't cum!" Marie said, "Not yet!"

Ellie had stopped eating Marie's pussy the moment my cock entered her. Her head lolled from side to side, hair wild and damp, eyes glazed and unseeing; her mind drinking in the incredible pleasure her body was receiving.

Panting heavily, Marie twisted round and slid under her girlfriend's trembling body; her flushed face just below the stuffed cunt, her pussy inches beneath Ellie's nose and gaping mouth.

"Look at it!" Marie exclaimed in awe as she stared up at Ellie's hot cunt contracting around my prick.

She flicked her tongue over my slimy, hard cock as it pushed into the blonde pussy; drawing the tangy taste into her throat, then her legs went over Ellie's head, pulling her face down. Automatically, Ellie's mouth began to suck on her extended clit and Marie wailed in passion.

I fucked Ellie's pussy with all my might. In my mind I could see Marie's hot eyes boring, hungrily, into the straw colored cunt, ogling the hot pink slash, juicy with tart pussycream and stuffed with cock; eying the large, exposed clitoris.

She jumped and squealed as Ellie's eager mouth started sucking her cunt. I heard her moan in passion; the tone becoming muted as her mouth closed over the hard clit that pressed against her willing mouth; her tongue sending shivers of blinding pleasure through Ellie's heated body, fanning the flames of her friend's lusty passion.

Ellie reared up. Her body stiffened. "Ooooh, God, fuck me! Eat me! Make me cum!" she screamed.

I could feel Marie's wild sexual pleasure as her lips closed over the hard velvety clit; the thrill of eating pussy swirling in her brain. Tart female juices flowed into her mouth and made her shiver with strange new desires that kindled untapped passions.

She was sucking cunt and licking cock! At the same time! And she was loving it!

Ellie's ass churned and twisted on my cock, her cunt grinding into Marie's face. Her head bounced up and down and her tongue stabbed the fiery cunt beneath her, slurping the hot juice, smelling the overpowering aroma of cunt.

Her fevered mind boiled out of control.

"Agh! Ugh! Ooooooo! I'm gonna cum! Christ! I'm gonna cum! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Ellie's voice was a shrill wail.

I slammed my cock home, twisting it in the erupting tunnel. Marie clamped her mouth on the quivering clit and sucked with all her might.

Ellie's sweaty body bucked and heaved as the massive climax tore through the core of her being. Her brain fried in a blinding white-hot light, and violent shudders wracked her body. Her arms and legs trembled, out of control. Then, twitching, spasticly, she collapsed on Marie's prone body.

My cock, slick with her abundant juice, plopped from her cunt. Marie rolled Ellie's body over and eagerly reached for my rigid pole.

"You didn't cum, did you?" she asked excitedly, grabbing my rod, sliding her hand up and down the slick shaft.

I shook my head.

"Good!" she said, relieved. "I'm so hot! You have to fuck me right now!" It was an order.

She pulled me down on top of her and guided my cock into her drooling cunt.

She was on fire!

"Yes! Yes! That's it! That way! Hard! Oh, yes, babe, fuck me hard! . . . Like you fucked Ellie."

"Liked it, didn't you?" I grunted, jabbing my cock in deep and feeling it harden to tempered steel as the walls of her cunt tighten on it. The searing pleasure pushed me to the very edge and held me there.

Having forced myself not to cum, I had reached that mysterious point where my cock would stay hard for hours. My brain would cum but my body would be denied exquisite release until my whole sensory system couldn't take anymore, and then I'd erupt so violently I wouldn't be able to move.

Marie grunted in return, her arms and legs tight around my body, her hips raised to meet my downward plunge.

"Wonderful!" she gasped. "Tastes so good . . . your cock in her cunt . . . blonde pussy . . . went crazy . . . never eaten like that before . . . knew what to do . . . loved the taste . . . love it!"

Her words were disjointed and clumsy, victims of a thought process enflamed by the furnace-like heat that washed over her shaking body.

Vise-like cunt muscles clamped on my cock, pulling on the shaft with fiery wetness. Her cunt contractions were flexing like an excited fist. Strong fingers dug into my back.

"Oooohhhh!" she moaned, "Can you fuck my asshole? It's burning up!"

"You name it babe!" I grunted, pulling my sopping-wet prick out of her pussy and placing it at the hairy, puckered entrance of her lovely butt.

"My prick so hard from watching you two, it may never go down."

Marie sighed and reached under her body, pulling her asscheeks apart, stiffening as my well-lubed cockhead pushed past her tight outer ass-ring. Her breathing went into doubletime and her face screwed up in pleasure-pain. She raised her legs higher; wiggled her ass and stuck a finger up her cunt, twisting it around the slick hole, driving the last of the pain away, leaving only the stuffed, pleasure-giving feeling of my cock all the way up her rear shaft.

We stood motionless for a moment, our bodies resting; savoring the erotic thrills we had seen and felt.

"Was she good?" she asked huskily.

I grunted, smiling at the lecherous look on her face. Even with my cock up her ass and her finger in her hole; her body rushing to a mammoth climax, her bright eyed curiosity couldn't be contained.

It was more than I had hoped for.

"It was almost as good for me as it was for you," I said, moving my cock slowly.

"Agh! Oh, yes! Fuck my ass! Nice and slow . . . yeah, that's the way!" She grunted and gasped.

"It was so wild! Her pussy's so juicy; like mine. And you watching . . . I liked that almost as much . . . think she did too."

Her ass muscles were powerful and I pushed and pulled my cock back with difficulty. "Christ!" I said, "You're tight as a virgin!"

She giggled wantonly, humping her hips forward; her finger flying over her extended clit. Her body trembled and tic-like spasms hit her like waves pounding against rocks; tiny cums, preludes to the massive release that was building in her petite body.

I felt a cool hand on my balls.

Recovered, but still bright-eyed with new passion, Ellie knelt beside us, agog; her hand pressed against my hard, hairy balls.

"You take it up the ass, too?" she asked Marie excitedly.

Eyes half closed in ecstasy, Marie nodded her accomplish- ment.

"Cunt . . . mouth . . . ass!" she panted. "I'm . . . three-way broad," she whispered proudly. "I even eat pussy," she said, giggling.

Ellie glowed with fevered excitement, mesmerized by Marie's butt-fucked asshole; the wanton look of a latent voyeur on her face.

"I only did it once, years ago," she said eagerly, "and it hurt like hell, but look at you! It's all the way up your ass! Shit! I don't believe it!

"Does it feel good? Really good?"

Slowly, Marie nodded. She was having trouble concentrating on what was being said.

My cock moved like a piston in her hairy asshole; the tight outer ring dragging along the sides of the shaft sending tingles of joy surging along the length of my prick, up my spine, to my brain; the same joy that spread from her churning ass to her burning cunt and up to her swirling brain.

Ellie had her face close to our churning loins. I could feel her breath on my balls when she spoke. "God, Marie, you have a tight hole," she said in wonder.

"Yeah!" Marie mumbled, "All my holes are tight . . . so tight . . . so good . . . Oh, John," she said suddenly, "I'm gonna cum . . . Ellie! I can feel it! Ohhhhhh, Johnny! I'm cumming! Uhhhmmmmmmmmmm!"

Her body convulsed; hips pounding against the mattress, fingers digging deep into the bed-sheets. Marie rolled into a steel bow, pulling my body off the bed completely; balancing my entire weight on her ass and the backs of her trembling legs.

With an anguished cry of release, she shuddered fiercely and collapsed, exhausted; forcing my cock from her twitching asshole.

I knelt there panting.

Ellie was close. I could smell her. Her tits brushed against my arm when she leaned forward. Her breath was harsh, her face contorted; her index finger deep in her cunt, pumping back and forth, spurred on by Marie's powerful climax.

My cock was still hard. I wanted to fuck her ass! Both asses! Both pussies! I wanted to cream all over their lovely mouths!

My brain was on fire!

Roughly, I pushed her down to her hands and knees and quickly, from behind, stuck my cock in her frothy, blonde cunt. She stiffened and gasped, then pushed her ass back, plunging her sopping pussy over my thrusting shaft. Her head whipped from side to side.

"Oooohhh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny, yes! Yes!" she moaned. "Do it good, baby! Fuck my juicy cunt! I need it so bad! Oh, God, I'm gonna cum already!"

Ellie shivered and trembled as my prick rammed deep in her hot hole. Her arms buckled and her face mashed into the pillow, muffling the anguished cry that erupted from her throat.

"Aaaaagggghhhh!" she screamed as the torment of release surged through her erupting body.

"Cum! Please cum!" she pleaded. "Flood me with your cum juice!"

I felt her cunt muscles massage my aching prick; clamping and pulling on it until the fire in my brain blinded me. I grabbed her shoulders and crashed my cock into her creaming cunt, savagely pounding my hips against the smooth globes of her round ass. She reached under her body, grabbed my bouncing balls and squeezed.

My cock exploded!

"Eeeeeiiiiii!!"

"Yes! Yes!" Ellie screamed.

Scalding hot cum splashed in her quivering cunt as my cock pounded in and out of her body. My fingers dug painfully into her shoulders and my rigid body forced her prone.

The walls of her cunt kept milking me, draining my pent- up load. I could feel the ooze leaking from her well-filled pussy. It seeped down her inner thighs to the sheets, staining them. With a deep groan of pleasure, my body went limp. My cock, still throbbing, plopped from her ravished hole, and I melted into the bed.

Quickly, Ellie turned and captured my cum dripping cock in her moist mouth and licked it all over, her tongue jabbing my sore piss-hole. Expertly, she cleaned the entire shaft; her nimble tongue searching out every stray droplet of precious love juice.

"Soooo good," she sighed. I'd forgotten how sweet cum can taste. I love it!"

Smacking her lips in delight, she licked the shaft, the crown, and then each ball sac in turn; taking the drooping stem back in her hot mouth when she had finished her house- keeping chore.

Slowly - thrillingly - her tongue rolled over the fleshy member, coaxing life back into it. She sucked and nibbled and slurped, noisily, and I groaned in bliss.

Minutes later, when she finished, I was clean and I was hard again.

"Shit! I thought you were going to have his cock for breakfast, lunch, and dinner," Marie said enviously.

She sat against the headboard, staring at us, legs drawn up, face flushed and eyes bright; her hairy pussy open and juicy, one shiny finger, slick with her body juices, slowly moved over her big clit. Her other hand played with the nipple of her left tit, rolling it, tweaking it, keeping it hard.

Ellie looked up, her hand still caressing my cock.

"I thought I did," she said with a sly smile. "I sure tried to eat the whole thing."

Bright eyed, she looked at her girlfriend and blew her a kiss.

"You're lucky! Johnny has a beautiful prick," she said in earnest, "and his cum tastes sweet, too. I love it!"

My wife leaned over and kissed me hungrily.

"Yeah, I am lucky," she said, "And I want to thank the two of you for the show you just gave me."

She giggled, holding her cum-drenched finger up in the air, "I came twice just watching you guys.

"Hey," she said to Ellie, "I was zonked for a while, did you let him fuck your asshole."

"Hell, no!" Ellie said emphatically, sitting down beside my wife and draping an arm over her shoulders.

"I got good and hot watching Johnny fuck your ass, but, I don't think I'm up for it again. Not yet, anyway." She giggled and blushed.

I knew that Ellie Hansen was relearning things about herself she had forgotten, perhaps never really knew. Things just dreamt about she was now doing and enjoying. Erotic things! Kinky things! I wasn't sure just how deep the well of perverted lust went, but I knew she tingled at the thought of finding out.

"Try it!" Marie said, interrupting my thoughts. "It's better than you think, especially after the pain goes away, and it does, fast, too. You can't believe the pleasure you can get from an ass-fucking."

"Well, maybe some other time. Right now, I can only take one fantasy at a time."

She looked longingly at Marie, then back to me. "And this one was fantastic! Thanks, guys. I never would have had the courage, if it wasn't for you, Marie," she said, "and you, Johnny.

"I still can't believe I've lived out one of my fantasies. I loved it."

"We've lived out two fantasies," Marie corrected, "We've made love to each other and we've had a three-way; group sex. That's two of our fantasies."

"Hey, you're right!" Ellie said and chuckled. "Two down! How many more to go?"

I sat up on one elbow. "Does that mean there's going to be a next time; another fantasy," I asked.

They laughed.

"What do you think, you dirty old man?" Marie said. "I told you, once we go down this road there may be no turning back. This is just the beginning of a beautiful three-way friendship."

The girls embraced and kissed deeply. My cock twitched.

"What's next on the list?" I asked.

Chuckling, Marie threw her arms wide. "Bring on the Harlem Globetrotters!" she said.

"Do you want to get fucked by a black guy?" Ellie asked, a strange excitement creeping into her voice.

Somewhat embarrassed, Marie shrugged her shoulders at Ellie, the word, "Surprise!" written on her blushing face.

"Johnny brought home a stag movie where this black guy fucks this blonde; cums in her mouth, her cunt, and up her ass!" she said. "His cock was enormous! Ten inches! I shit you not!

"And I'm not taking anything away from Johnny, Ellie, but I've been curious ever since. In fact, that's what got me started with anal sex, that movie!

"Johnny knows! I made the mistake of telling him all about my fantasies." She shrugged her shoulders again. "That's why we're sitting here, naked, feeling each other up."

"I . . . I fucked a black guy once," Ellie said, blushing furiously.

That caught our attention.

"It was a real quickie," she added hastily, "But it was probably the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me, I didn't think you wanted that, too."

Marie sat up and looked at Ellie with surprised eyes.

"You never told me!" she said, accusingly, "And we tell each other everything!"

"Hey, most white girls don't go around bragging they got banged by a black guy. I didn't want you to think I was some kind of tramp."

"Tramp, hell! If you can take that kind of cock up your pussy, I'd call you Wonder Woman!"

We all laughed.

"I know Marie has a black fantasy, what about you, Ellie; would you want to do it again?" I asked when the laughter finally died away.

"I think," she said slowly, knitting her brow, "that I would; if the circumstances were right."

"If you guys are serious about this," I said cautiously, I can make a phone call and have a pretty well hung black dude here in twenty minutes. We could have a hellava party."

Agog, the girls looked at each other and then at me, their gaze intense. I could see the strange excitement on their faces as they examined their own emotions and their deepest secret desires. They hesitated, wondering if I was serious or not.

Ellie's eyes were wide and round; her mouth was open. Marie swallowed hard and blinked. Her chest heaved with sudden exertion.

"Are you bullshitting, John, or are you really serious?" Marie asked, her voice low and husky.

"Yeah," Ellie said, "Can you really take another man; a black man, fucking your wife, right in front of you. I never told my husband what happened; he wouldn't have been able to handle it."

I wedged myself between their warm bodies, pulling them close to me, cupping a tit with each hand. Automatically, they reached for my cock and balls.

"I got pretty turned on when Marie told me she had fucked her cousin, Jose, back in Cuba when they were teenagers, and he's half black, but you're right," I said, "I don't know how it'll be to actually watch her get fucked, but I'm willing to take the chance. What about you guys? Are you game?"




Some Days



Marie took a deep breath, and laughed, "Christ, this is wild! But who is this guy? Is he just gonna come over and jump us? That's pretty cold-blooded. Don't you think we should know him, at least?

"What do you say, Ellie?" Marie asked.

"Hell, I don't know! If we did it, maybe it would be best if we didn't know him; just a hard cock. That way we wouldn't be really involved, you know what I mean? I don't even remember the name of the black guy who screwed me."

"I want to hear about that," Marie said.

"So do I," I interjected, "but first we have to settle what we're going to do. Do I call or not?"

The girls leaned forward and looked at each other for a long moment. Then shrugged and broke out in nervous laughter.

"Hell, in for a penny, in for a pound," Marie said.

"Oh, God," Ellie said, "I hope our daughters never find out about this."

* * *

I made the call and hurried back. Ellie was already telling Marie about her quickie fuck with a black guy.

" . . . in Jamaica; on our Honeymoon, no less. Jim had gotten a bad sunburn, so I went on the raft ride alone.

"He was a real big guy; sort of a black Charles Bronson; ugly, but good-looking. His cock made his shorts bulge and, hell, I admit it, I got turned on. Well, he pulled into a cove and said I could get some good pictures there.

"The next thing I knew, I was pinned up against a tree and he's kissing me. I was completely flabbergasted! I didn't know what to do, but my body got hot and horny real fast; I couldn't believe how fast, like an erotic dream!

"Maybe I was just hot from all the fucking Jim and I had been doing. I don't know," she said, then continued.

"His hands were big and rough and all over my tits, and everytime I saw his black hands on my white skin I got even hotter. I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't; I was so turned on!"

Marie gasped as Ellie told her story; her vivid imagination forming mental pictures of her girlfriend's trim white body struggling against a big strong black stud. She squeezed my cock and played with her own pussy. As we listened intently, my fingers toyed with Ellie's silken cunt hair and casually brushed against her clit. Each time I did, she shivered and stopped her narration.

"What happened then?" Marie asked eagerly, "What was it like fucking him? How big was his cock?"

"Johnny keeps playing with my pussy!" Ellie huffed, "I can't think straight. Where was I? Oh, yeah!

"Well, he's played with my tits and shoved a thick finger up my cunt; I was practically creaming. Off come my shorts and out came his prick.

"Marie, I'm telling you it was the biggest, thickest thing I'd ever saw. I didn't think it would ever go all the way up my cunt, but it did! I swear, he just pushed me down and stuck it in! It was like a rape, but it wasn't, 'cause by then my legs were wrapped around him and I was fucking him back!

"I thought I was going to die! My cunt stretched like the Grand Canyon and I started cumming right away! Each time he'd stoke my cunt, I'd cum; each time my naked tits brushed against his black skin, I'd cum! He just kept fucking me, and I just kept cumming 'til I almost passed out."

Ellie's voice was ragged and filled with emotion. I was sucking the steely nipple of the tit closest to me and Marie had transferred her nimble fingers from my cock to the blonde cunt, driving Ellie to the edge, while finger-fucking herself at the same time, too.

"You guys are going to make me cum," Ellie panted.

"Just like that big black cock made you cum," Marie said huskily. "Tell us more."

"No . . . no more to tell. I almost blacked out when he shot his load. It was over in about five or ten minutes. I didn't even get to suck his cock," Ellie said dejectedly.

"Oooooohhhhhh, yessss! Do that some more," she sighed as our fingers and lips stoked the fires of her body.

Her voice slurred as she tried to continue.

"We went back to the dock like nothing happened, but I could feel his cock in me all day. His cum kept dribbling down my thighs. Jim never knew.

"I felt so bad! It was our Honeymoon! And each time Jim would fuck me I'd make believe it was the black guy and I'd go wild! Oh, Marie," she panted, "I've never told that to anyone. I loved it!"

Her hot body twisted and turned under our fingers, her mind aflame with images of a black cock entering her cunt.

"You gotta eat me, or I gotta get fucked," she hissed, "I'm so goddammed hot! When is that guy going to get here?"

As if cued, the doorbell rang.

The girls looked at each other with anxiety and hot anticipation. Breathing hard, Marie licked the sticky cream from her fingers and sat next to Ellie's flushed and trembling body. She swallowed hard.

"Go open the door," she said to me.

* * *

Frank Howard was another airport ramp supervisor, but from a different carrier. I knew him casually. He was tall, muscular, and had sharp, angular features. His skin a deep cocoa color. He fit Ellie's description perfectly: a black Charles Bronson!

I had met him through a female co-worker; Evelyn Roth, who was having an affair with him. Evelyn was white, married with three kids, and very, very blonde. Together, they made a hell of a striking couple.

When I called, I only told him that we were having a party.

"Hi, guy," he said, extending his hand, and looking over my shoulder at the empty living room, "Where's the party?"

I told him what kind of party was going on and watched his mouth drop open.

"Are you shitting me, man?" he said in disbelief after I had finished. "Two white chicks who want to groove on black cock?"

I nodded towards the bedroom door.

"Go see for yourself," I said smiling.

The only thing I failed to mention was that one of the "chicks" was my wife. I wanted to play this one close to the vest, but Frank wasn't an idiot. He'd know in about two seconds. And I was too horny to care.

The girls sat demurely on the bed, holding hands; nervous excitement on their faces. In the few minutes I had been away they had applied new makeup, straightened their wrinkled nylons and put on robes. Somehow that made them appear even more erotic.

"Good Evening, ladies," Frank said and introduced himself. Shyly they shook hands with him. He looked at me with raised eyebrows, still not believing his good fortune. My cock was already beginning to feel cramped in the shorts I had hastily put on to answer the door.

"You look like someone I met in Jamaica, a long time ago," Ellie said.

"My people came from Africa. A long time ago, I might add," Frank said, openly gawking at the generous areas of white flesh peeking through their belted robes. Boldly, the girls returned his intense gaze, eying the thickening bulge in his crotch.

Marie looked at me expectantly, a look of complete wanton arousal on her face. This was the fantasy we had gotten the most sexual mileage out of; me fucking her while she pretended I was black. Now, faced with the real Mccoy, her body trembling with suppressed desire. I smiled my approval, patting the cam-corder in my hand. Whatever happened, I was going to get it on film.

She nibbled her lower lip and shyly returned my smile, an amused look in her excited eyes. Flushing red, she lowered her eyes.

"Why don't you get comfortable, Frank," she said seductively, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Ellie sprang for his belt. I got the camera up just in time to catch Marie ripping Frank's shirt open; his surprised face, and her lips coming down hard on his open mouth.

Her whiteness was startling against his dark, hairy chest!

Ellie tugged at his pants. Frank's hands were already inside Marie's robe caressing her firm, perky tits forcing him to raise one hip at a time to give Ellie leverage. The pants slid to his ankles and Ellie pulled them off. His cock bulged in his shorts, making them tent out. With trembling hands, Ellie pulled them off, freeing his massive prick.

I put the camera on zoom, catching the wide-eyed, amazed look on her face.

Frank's cock was huge and incredibly thick! It had to be at least twelve inches in length, heavily ridged with bulging veins, gnarled; a fat, purplish knob crowning the heavy shaft. The mammoth prick, with big, hairy balls hanging beneath it, looked like a ebony tree limb, bark and all!

Horrified, I realized his cock was bigger than the black stud in the porn movie that had turned Marie on so much. My stomach rolled over, assaulted by the first twinges of envy and apprehension. He was twice my size!

Did I really want that thing shoved up my wife's lovely cunt? Could she handle it? And if she did, would she ever be content with my cock again?

I looked at the girls. They were open-mouth and wide- eyed in disbelief. And excited awe!

"What's the matter ladies? Never see a good ol' black cock before?" Frank gloated.

The bastard was enjoying this.

"Make sure you get my good side, John," he said smiling at me and my camera. Even that didn't bother him.

Slowly, Marie and Ellie gripped his bulging member, touching it gingerly, like it was a hot iron. Neither could get their hand completely around the thick shaft.

"Holy shit!" Marie said excitedly as she ran her hands lovingly over the hot, steel-like rod, "This is the biggest cock I've ever seen!" There was true wonder in her voice, almost reverence.

"It's bigger than the Jamaican guy who fucked me," Ellie exclaimed.

"It's the biggest thing around," Frank said with pride. "Make believe it's a chocolate ice cream cone, ladies."

His voice was suddenly thick with passion. His hands pushed their heads closer to his rampant prick.

"Give it a real good, little white girl licking!" he choked.

As one, the girls shrugged off the confining robes, their eyes never leaving the mammoth black cock.

I saw it twitch as their trim bodies, flushed with desire, were revealed to his widen eyes. He licked his lips, hungrily, eying their tits and the contrasting colors of their hairy pussies, each framed by a sexy garter-belt.

Throwing his head back, Frank moaned in exquisite pleasure as their tongues began to lick the misty head of his hard rod.

My cock jerked and twitched sharply, making the camera jump. With bulging eyes, I watched their hungry white mouths and tongues wash over his huge black prick, making it glisten with flowing saliva.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" each sighed, as their tongues flicked over the huge purple crown, giving each of them their first taste of black cock. They savored the musky taste and shivered with excitement.

"Ohhhh, yes!" Marie sighed.

My stomach knotted as she forced the massive cock-knob into her mouth, straining and stretching her red lips wide. Her eyes glowed and her body shined, oiled by a thin mist of perspiration. Her right index finger was sunk deep in her throbbing cunt, working furiously, and droplets of pussycream glistened on her thick cunt-hair.

Ellie, naked, her tits heaving, sat cross-legged in front of Howard's sprawled body. She held his beefy shaft in her tiny hand and sucked on the heavy, dangling ballsac, making little gurgling noises; her face a mirror of my wife's pleasure.

Reaching over, Howard easily pulled Marie's slender hips to him. He spread her legs, and buried his black, sweaty face between her saucy thighs; like chocolate melting into vanilla. His black hands looked huge on her rounded assckeeks as they kneaded her soft flesh. He used his large thumbs to pry the twin globes apart.

Sweat broke out on my forehead. I got behind them and zoomed the camera in for a close-up. Marie's ass was spread wide, her pink pussy and puckered asshole completely open and vulnerable. 

I saw his thick, pink tongue plunge into her enflamed pussy, sending splinters of raw pleasure surging up her spine. She squealed like a pig! Her head jerked up and her eyes rolled to the whites as Frank's mouth sucked greedily on her hot clit. With both hands she grabbed his cock for support as her head flailed from side to side in wild abandon.

"Aghhhhh! Oh, God! Oh, yeah! Yeah! Suck my cunt!" she wailed as her body trembled with blind passion. Nipples hard and rigid, her tits bounced frantically in rhythm to Frank's twisting tongue. The look on her face was euphoric; her mind ablaze with pleasures that only the most forbidden of delights can bring.

"Hummmmmm!" Frank mumbled, from between my wife's cream- smeared legs, "Sweet juicy pussy! Fuckin' creamy, man!"

I experienced a rush of bitter jealously as I watched Marie's pussy being sucked by this arrogant black bastard. My stomach tightened, painfully.

Suddenly, Marie jumped up, almost knocking Ellie over; then pushed and pulled until Ellie took her place and her blonde pussy was stretched wide over the black, cum-smeared face.

"Ohhhh! My God!" Ellie exclaimed in delight.

"Suck her cunt, you black mother-fucker!" Marie hissed harshly at Frank. "Push your hips down, Ellie! Feel his mouth on your cunt! Let him suck your blonde pussy!"

Marie's eyes blazed, enflamed by the erotic picture in front of her; her face a mask of contorted lust.

Eagerly, Frank's tongue slithered into this new juicy morsel and attacked the creamy folds of her soft cuntwalls, making her squeal with lust and delicious delight.

Marie's body was highly flushed and her thighs were shiny and slick with dribbling juices; thick droplets of white cream that ran unchecked down her legs. I knew that Frank's hard tongue had made her cum several times already.

Nimbly, she pushed Ellie upright, taking a hard, stiff nipple into her hungry mouth. Sucking the round tit with relish, she spread her firm legs over Howard's outstretched form, placing her gaping pussy directly over his rampant, black cock.

The camera caught the glazed look of sexual desire on her shiny face: mouth open, eyes rolling to the whites; her features drawn and taut with lustful excitement.

Mesmerized, I watched her grip the big, black fuck-meat and guide the tip to her puffy cunt-lips. She rubbed the hard head against the slick, velvety slit, sending a violent tremor rippling up her body, then, I gaped, in amazement, as the pink lips opened in invitation, like the petals of a flower.

Slowly, twisting her hips lewdly, and grunting, as if in pain, the massive knob began pushing roughly up her cunt channel.

"Agggggh!" she whimpered, digging her fingers harshly into Ellie's tender flesh, and tossing her head back.

"Oh, God, it's so big! So wonderfully big!"

A wave of voyeuristic pleasure washed over me and the feeling of jealousy faded abruptly as I watched Marie's cunt- lips stretch wide; her clasping pussy trying desperately to swallow Frank's killer cock. Her face tightened and droplets of sweat beaded on her forehead. She grimaced harshly, forcing her body down, impaling herself on the massive, pleasure giving spear.

Inch by inch, the mammoth black tool disappeared into the lush thatch of her pussy.

My throbbing cock was beyond pain. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead and cheeks, unnoticed, and I panted harshly but I was surprised when a surge of pride welled up in my chest as I watched Marie's petite body slowly globble up the huge black cock, conquering it. I was one with her and the pleasure-pain she was feeling.

The bite of Marie's digging fingers brought Ellie back from the edge of bliss where Frank's wiggling tongue had driven her. Her eyes fluttered open, finally comprehending what was happening, then, gasping harshly, she grabbed Marie's gyrating hips and forced them downward, plunging the last few inches of thick, ebony, fuck-meat all the way up the stuffed love channel; pushing until Marie's hips were fully seated at the base of his prick.

"Aw! Aw! Awwwwwhhhhh!" Marie squeaked loudly, twisting and gyrating her hips; her tortured body shaking, almost out of control.

"You did it!" Ellie yelled. "You did it! His whole cock is up your cunt."

Her face was shining with excitement. She mashed her cunt down on Frank's nose and mouth and then, somewhat reluctantly, jumped up and started to guide Marie's squirming body; lifting her hips up gently, letting the monster prick slowly slid out of the ravished pussy.

Little by little, she coaxed Marie's body into a pumping rhythm. Each time she raised the straining loins, a little more cock would slide out, then, Frank would roughly hump it back up the fiery twat.

Frank was grunting heavily, a tight grimace on his sweaty face. "Shit, man!" he said in surprise, "That's twelve inches of prime pork! I can't believe that little white cunt swallowed the whole thing. And tight, man! So, so fuckin' tight!"

A smile of triumph flashed across Marie's face, instantly replace by a grim determination.

"You haven't seen anything yet, black man!" she hissed at him. "I'm gonna squeeze this black cock 'til it screams for mercy."

Smiling, I watched her brace herself against Ellie's glowing body and begin to hump her furry pussy up and down the huge shaft. She tossed her head around wildly as the ridged edges of the fat, black cock rasped the walls of her drenched cunt; sending waves of searing pleasure coursing through her body.

"Do it, Marie, do it! Fuck his cock off!"

I hardly recognized Ellie's choked voice.

Up and down, faster and faster! Marie's cunt began to slide all the way to the top of Frank's prick, then it plunged down, unmercifully, eager to meet his hard upward thrust. Her jaw hung slack and her limbs trembled as each new cum exploded in her boiling cunt.

"Yeah, baby, yeah! Fuck my cock, you white bitch!" Frank yelled defiantly.

He hugged her close, his hips beating frantically against her wide-stretched thighs; his face contorted with lust and the desire to shoot his creamy load. Harder and harder his cock pumped in Marie's pussy. He threw his head back and screamed as his balls erupted like a volcano sending torrents of lava-like cum up my wife's contracting cunt.

"AAAAAAGGGGGGGG!" His voice was shrill and loud.

Ellie stifled his cry with her mouth, sticking her tongue deep down his open throat, swabbing his tonsils with her luscious wetness.

Furiously, Marie humped her hips; crashing them down, grinding them against the base of his spurting prick. Thick globs of milky-white cum-juice clung to his glistening cock- shaft and her thick pussy-hair.

Her wildly flexing cunt was draining his black prick dry!

Like a punch-drunk fighter, Marie's exhausted body collapsed forward and rolled against Frank's heaving side. He grunted in pain as his cock plopped from her tight, swollen pussy.

Ellie immediately grabbed it and shoved the thick head in her mouth, forcing her lips down over the quivering shank, gobbling up as much black fuck-meat as she could. Several inches of sticky prick slid down her eager throat. She sucked with enthusiasm, rolling her tongue over the crown and shaft, her taste-buds savoring the mixed juices of their combined cums.

I stuck the camera on its tripod, making sure it was pointed at Ellie's bobbing head and squirming thighs; she had twisted into a sixty-nine position with Frank, presenting her blonde muff to his snake-like tongue. The camera faithfully recorded their contrasting colors as black and white flesh merged together, oblivious to everything except the pleasures of their willing bodies.

"Hey, babe, are you okay?" There was genuine concern in my voice.

Marie lay still, her breathing almost normal. A thin sheen of perspiration slowly dried on her soft skin. The imprints of Frank's strong hands were still vivid; dark red blotches, where he had gripped her body and impaled himself in her.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and smiled; her mouth hardly moving. She tugged on my arm gently and I molded myself to her warm body.

"Hummmm," she said, kissing me softly; her lips a bare whisper against my skin. "Thank you. For everything. You're wonderful. You really are!"