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The Grin

By: Looney



EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. 

© 2005 pentl@yahoo.com-Commercial use prohibited without author's consent.

Sitting back with a grin on my face, I wonder at how I can be lucky enough to find such an adventurous female. Such a pretty face, and strong shoulders, her picture glowed on the screen. Chatting away, across the digital divide, the words flow across my screen, 'Most men are all talk'. 

A challenging tone seemed afoot from her, but again, it was probably all in my head. Most women just can't understand how much pleasure there is in pleasing. Seeing her orgasmic body writhe under my touch is pure heaven. I sent her to my website, and suggested she read a story I had written, one to show her what she might experience. 

Finally, after she read the story, I typed in, "Are you wet?"

'Oh God Yes', she replied. 

At that point, I knew she was hooked. Young, pretty, dying for adventure and new things. We continued to chat until I finally had her agreeing to let me play with her. Nothing about me, no sex, just her pleasure was the understanding. Driving to her house, I knocked on her door and was greeted with nervous, cheerful laughter. She was very attractive and only wearing a robe.

She quickly jumped into the shower and after a few minutes of waiting, I opened the bathroom door and stood quietly watching her. She washed every part of her body without knowing I was there. It was a wonderful sight to watch her carefully shave her legs and pussy. This was going to be so great with a fresh smooth pussy to enjoy.

Moving back into the living room, she reappeared all clean and dry, eager to begin; insecure in exactly what was going to happen. I had her stand in the center of the room and close her eyes while I walked around her and took in the view. Randomly touching and caressing her, her breathing quickened with each occurrence. I leaned in and surprised her with a kiss. It was hot and wet, like I imagined her pussy being. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth as she quietly moaned and tried to keep her hands at her side.

I stood back and ran my fingers over her nipples, gently twisting each of them to get them hard. Inadvertently I feel her pushing her chest out for more. Reaching and grasping for more touch, she was getting very hot and I had just gotten started.

Untying her robe, I use the silk belt to tie her hands behind her back. Randomly kissing and touching, fingernails up the insides of the thighs. And then a sharp slap. "SMACK", and she jumps and yelps, not expecting that. 'Mmnnnnnn' she moans, as I assure her to trust me. Always trust me, and do what you are told. I know what I am doing; you are just along for the ride, the 'E' ticket ride.

Pulling the robe off her shoulders I lower my mouth and suck in a hard nipple, twirling my tongue back and forth over the tip. She moans and her legs shake, but she stands her ground as I switch to the other nipple. Sucking and pulling as much of her tit into my mouth as I could, I left a small, hard bite mark that made her catch her breath.

"Pick a number between 1 and 10", I asked her. 

'7' was what she wanted, so seven was going to be the number of spanks I gave to her. I assume she knew what this meant, as her butt clenched up and she held her breath. 'SLAP', I smacked her butt. She jerked her leg into the air, but did not move. Pausing a few moments, I then slapped the other cheek. She didn't flinch this time, but took it very well. Getting progressively harder with each spank, her face turned red, but she did not move.

'Trust, remember, Dear'

Taking her by the hand, I lead her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed, very much enjoying her sights. She had very nice boobs, firm, maybe a 34c, but with jiggle and hard, hard button nipples. Flipping her over, her ass was firm and she was sticking it up proudly, and WOW, her pussy was incredibly wet. It was completely covered with moisture. I took both hands and spread her ass cheeks apart and licked her from button to hole.

What I got for that action was the first really loud moan from her. Taking my hard tongue and circling her asshole made her start mumbling oh god 'OH GOD'. I moved my head up and down, flicking her clit and pushing my face into her wet pussy lips. Her hips moved with my movements, and I sent my tongue in the opposite direction, driving her closer to her first unexpected orgasm. As she got closer and closer, I stopped and lightly started slapping her ass. Spanking her about 10 or 15 times, getting her butt nice and red, I then took a small bullet vibrator and turned it on, letting her listen and anticipate the humming and vibrating. I teased her asshole with it and then popped it inside with a slurp and she moaned even louder as her ass clenched up.

Slowly spanking her ass some more, I spread the hits over her thighs and cheeks. 'Spank' and rub, and spank, and pause, sometimes hitting light, sometimes hitting hard. Reaching down, I slid my fingers thru her pussy lips and squeezed her clit. It was so wet my fingers just slid right inside her pussy. She took a deep breath and really moaned as I rotated my wrist and slid 3 fingers inside.

She must have felt very full, but liked it enough to push back against my hand and want more. In and out, I alternated from one to three fingers, wiggling them and stroking her G spot. She had never felt this before and I could see the look of confusion on her face. Slowly stopping, I let her calm down and take a short rest. Turning her onto her back, I gave her a big kiss, my mouth covered in her pussy juice. She eagerly slurped it up and kissed me with such passion, it felt like she would explode.

I move down, stopping at her lonely nipples, enjoying them as my appetizer before the main course. Taking a clothespin from a bag I brought, and gently clipping it to the outside edge of her nipple, produced a wonderful sound from my little plaything as the look on her face turns from 'what is that' to 'oh god this hurts'. Quickly I place a pin on the other nipple, right on the edge. Another pin next to the first continues the anguish of 'this hurts but this feels good'. 

After putting four pins on each areola, I slid my hand down between her legs, using my fingertip to gently rub her clit. Yeah, she liked that, getting audibly louder in her moans and groans. As I watched her thrusting her hips up to find my finger, begging for more, I started taking the pins off her nipples one by one. She took a deep gasp of breath and had an ecstatic and painful look on her face. Once all 8 pins were off, I licked and sucked her nipples and tits into my mouth, running my tongue over the indentations in her skin from the clothespins. 

It was the first time she broke ranks and touched me back, taking my head and pulling it into her breast. I sucked harder, biting her nipples and she was right on the edge of cumming. I decided to make her a little bit wetter, so I grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, spread them wide, and dove right in. 

"Oh mmmmm oh oh" was all I heard as I licked her wet pussy. It was fat and puffy, her lips full of blood, and I sucked and slurped and ran my tongue over every inch of it. 

Eventually, I moved my interest to her clit. It was a slippery little button, but I kept after it. Her hips were rocking, and her legs were quivering so I slid a finger into her pussy. She came immediately as I inserted 2 and then 3 fingers, moving them back and forth and twirling my wrist from side to side. It was incredible to watch her face and body respond as I pushed a single finger in and I stroked her G spot. 

Having never felt that before must have scared her because the shock of cumming that hard caused her to gush pussy juices all over my hands and face. Licking her now super sensitive clit made her hips rock back and forth violently as she screamed for more. She was repeating 'oh god oh god oh god' for several minutes. I was impressed as she kept her legs apart and her hands to herself. This is not an easy thing to do in the middle of an orgasm. 

I kept licking and fingering her pussy until she came a few more times, then let her calm down and relax. Rising up, I kissed her very wet mouth as her tongue flew into mine. Gee... she must have enjoyed that, I thought, LOL. Pulling her up and walking back into the living room was a true accomplishment for her also. By this point in the adventure, most women's legs would be nothing more than jello. 

A gentle kiss and a smile was what I left her with. 

A huge stupid grin was what I saw on her face.

Comments and suggestions are always welcome.

The Grocery Girl and Her Boyfriend



The little Midwestern hamlet we live in is a college town, but there's not much else to it besides the college. The population isn't enough to sustain much business. There is but a single grocery store, and it's small and pricey. Within fifteen or twenty minutes in multiple directions, other towns have better stores. And, yet, my husband Scott has long shown a preference for shopping at the local store.

"Jeni," he would say, "not only is it good to support local businesses, but I'd rather make a quick run over there and get back home more quickly to you."

I never quite bought the cornball romanticism, but I was flattered by his attempt and didn't mind. And so, occasionally, we would do our weekly shopping at the misleadingly named Shop 'n' Save. Almost invariably, if Scott were going to the store, that's where he would go.

It wasn't until I made my own quick afternoon run there that I finally understood the true reason for Scott's preference.

Her name was Becky.

Becky was one of those girls that I both love and hate even before I've met them. Slim and pretty, she had a slightly aloof face that broke into sunshine when she smiled. Freckled with large, teal eyes and lips that had been crafted by artist, her face was framed by long, dusty auburn hair. Her breasts was perky, just less than a handful apiece. When she walked, there was a tight elegance in the sway of her hips, and the curve of her back and upside down heart-shape of her rear made her mesmerizing to watch.

Becky wore the store's standard red polo, but she had it un-buttoned to show a preppy top, whose frilly hem peaked up from below the bottom of the uniform shirt. She wore designer khakis that hugged her curves as tightly as I presumed she hugged her dad's wallet.

The Shop 'n' Save is a small store in a small town, so even though Becky was working the register, when there was no one in line she was also checking stock and helping customers find items. I took my time shopping and even spent a few minutes browsing the little candle and gift section. I was watching Becky closely.

By the time I was ready to check out, I not only appreciated her physical attractiveness, but I also had a pretty good read on her. She was the type of girl who was not the prettiest or preppiest in school, but she was by far the prettiest and preppiest in her family. Her parents spoiled her, but she resented them anyway because she wanted a degree of popularity and fashion that her family background wouldn't afford her. As a consequence, she walked around the store with a disinterested, nearly disdainful expression on her face while going about her job. The moment she was interacting with a customer, though, especially a male customer whose attention she craved, she was all smiles and subtle playfulness.

When I approached her at the register with my small assortment of items, I flashed her a smile and made eye contact. Once I was assured she was looking at my eyes, I glanced at her chest, smiled a little bigger, and then made eye contact again. Her freckled cheeks had pinked just a little and she made an uncomfortable approximation of a smile.

I smiled back. I'm five-nine and thin, a little hippier and a little chestier since having a baby a year ago, but still deliberately toned. I'm a brunette with large, brown eyes and a very dimply smile.

I stopped myself from winking, but I allowed myself a little flirtatious quirk of my mouth. I had to be careful. In a small town like this, if it weren't for the college, there would be little opportunity for a twenty-seven year-old, married bi woman to swing with the fairer sex. The local population was partly conservative and partly ruled by shame.

Becky's shaky smile might have been her flirting back or it might simply have been her being polite.

I was hopeful; she didn't strike me as a girl overly concerned with politeness.

She scanned my order quickly, wordlessly, stealing occasional glances at my face, and giving me that same, uncertain smile each time. I made sure that each time she did, I looked straight into her eyes. They were truly teal, broad and almond-shaped, as clear as crystal. But somehow, even when her mouth smiled, her eyes looked sad.

I found that Becky was already getting under my skin.

When the last item had been scanned she asked, "Will there anything else?" Her voice was surprisingly high, probably not too different than it had been five or even ten years ago. She spoke quietly through, in a breathy way, as if she were embarrassed to still have a childish voice.

"Marlboro lights," I said. "Soft pack."

It was against the law here to sell cigarettes if you were younger than eighteen. She turned to the rack and I smiled. I also stared at the firm, feminine shape of her backside. There was something so perfectly female about its shape that it was difficult to not reach across the counter and caress it.

She turned back toward me and started to scan the Marlboros.

I waved a hand. My heart was beating. It didn't many how many times I did something crazy; every time, it was still a rush. It was a small bit of crazy, but crazy just the same: "No thanks," I said with a sly smile, "just making sure you were at least eighteen." My eyes danced from her eyes to her chest, back to her eyes, to the place where her thighs met, back to her eyes.

She definitely blushed.

For the next month or so, I savored the idea of Becky. I made more shopping trips and enjoyed every moment that I saw her. I lost myself in possibilities every time we interacted. Sometimes, I would see her with some friends around town, now that I had my eye out for her, and I was reminded that I wouldn't really care that much for her personality in social circles. One-on-one, though, she seemed shy and uncertain, not as stuck up as she preferred to pretend. I hoped that her one-on-one personality was the more authentic one.

I immediately began teasing Scott. I didn't ever specifically mention Becky to him, at least not during that first month, but I would give him knowing smiles, winks, would even tease him every time he went to the store. After that month, he and I finally made a trip to the store together when Becky was working, and I saw just how into her Scott was.

We have a complicated marriage and a fairly adventurous sex life, but typically I was the center of that part of our relationship. I'd never seen Scott so taken with another woman. Suddenly, as much as I thought I had shared an attraction to the young woman, it was nearly as important to me to help Scott have his chance at her. He was no where near as bold as me by nature, and would probably need the help.

Scott was a good looking man, a few years older than me. Not tall, he was a mass of lean muscle. He had been a two sport athlete in high school and now worked out in the MMA program at the Y in a nearby town. His smile was easy and gentle beneath piercing blue eyes. Becky noticed. She also seemed to notice his gorgeous hands, smooth and clean but very strong with large fingers.

I thought this had a chance.

That night, as Scott and I sat on the couch, watching Glee, my hand found its way to his lap. It played a little, but very gently. In as sweet a voice as possible I said, "We watch these shows, but I didn't know you wanted a high school girl's legs around you so bad, honey."

"What?" he grunted. He gave me a look of surprise, but his sex was responding.

"Becky is pretty insanely hot, though. You have good taste if you're going to rob the cradle."

"Becky who?" he asked. His moral conscience and sense of rational planning told him he should deny -- deny -- deny. His body told me he was way into this girl. 

I laughed, low and purring. "Just how many blow jobs have I given you where you thought about her hot young mouth all over you and those scary beautiful eyes staring up at yours?"

"Becky?" he asked again, stammering.

"And just how close have you gotten to squeezing that perfect ass when you walk by?"

"Who? Becky? Who's Becky?"

I rubbed harder between his legs. He was getting appreciably hard in his pants. "If it makes you feel any better, last night when you were eating me out, I thought about that auburn hair of Becky's between my legs."

"Oh," he said, trying to control his arousal, but not succeeding. "That Becky."

"Yes, that Becky." I drew his zipper down and played with his through his boxers. His lump was large and strong, growing harder and standing taller. "The hot young teen you want to plow. That Becky."

Scott closed his eyes and lay back, settling in as my hand worked him over good. "It's not that she's young and pretty exactly," he said, then groaned and I saw a dab of precum darkening his boxers. "It's that she's so complicated. Her face looks five years older, and then she smiles or talks and she looks and sounds so young. And her body is so painfully tight. I just can't stop thinking about her."

"Don't stop thinking about her," I encouraged him as I freed his cock and my cool fingers made contact with his hot shaft. "Keep thinking about her. Keep thinking about Becky. I want this cum to be all hers. When you cum, you're cumming for Becky, honey."

Scott grunted and humped against my hand.

I watched as he threw his head back, eyes closed, and abandoned himself to the fantasy. I pulled myself up onto my knees for a better angle, and began fisting his hardon outright. Faster. Harder. Then even faster. And even harder. 

Impersonations aren't my strong suit, but I spoke high and breathy, like I thought Becky would and said, "Give it to me, Scott. I've wanted your cum for so long. Every time I look in the mirror, I imagine your cum dripping down my freckled face."

My husband groaned and humped as hard and fast as he could, his eyes still closed, thinking of his grocery store crush.

"Oh, Scott, give it to me," I said again, pending over his lap and drooling down onto him, the cool liquid stimulating the hot, swollen head of his manhood and lubricating things for my fist.

Scott was a passionate lover, but usually controlled. Now, however, he grabbed my head and pulled my mouth down over his cock, forcing himself deep into my throat. I coughed and gagged as he bottomed out. Once I had my composure back, I drew my lips in tightly and bobbed my head in time with is fucking and allowed my tongue to flick rapidly back and forth against the sensitive underside of his erection, tapping with my tongue stud.

Everything in the world faded away except for my drive to help my husband cum for his fantasy girl, so when his hands clutched at my head and he began to groan Becky's name, I felt deeply satisfied inside.

Not long after, he was panting, warning me that he was about to cum. 

I slid my mouth slowly up off him, keeping a tight seal so that the head popped free. Then, teasing the slit at the top of his cock with the tip of my tongue, I begged for his cum in my Becky voice. "Cum for me, Scott. Please, baby, please. Cum all over my pretty face. Cum for me."

Nothing creative. Just base, sexual, and desperate.

Scott responded with an arched back and a loud sound from deep inside. His cock pulsed visibly and then lashed my face with several thick, gooey ropes of cum.

When my husband opened my eyes, I was smiling up at him, cum streaking my face. It dripped from my bangs, and dribbled over my eyes. It marked my cheeks and teased at the corners of my mouth.

"I want you to have her," I told her, speaking my own voice again. 

His eyes were glazed over with an intense dreaminess and I knew he was seeing her face instead of mine. That made me smile with pride.

Despite my talk, I wasn't sure how best to make it happen. I felt confident I had a read on Becky's general personality, but I had little else to go on. Just drive.

A couple weeks later, I had my first insight into her sex life. I was at the store just before closing. I was just about the only other person in the store. Becky was the only one working. The sole other person was a very tall, very thin young man in a t-shirt that boosted the high school baseball team. I'd seen him around before and was pretty sure he was Becky's boyfriend.

Tonight, the two were walking around, talking in whispers and giggling. A couple times, when they thought I wasn't looking, they kissed. During one of those kisses, her hand slipped inside his pants.

Becky, I was beginning to hope, was a girl after my own heart.

I decided it was time to take the big risk.

I approached them. 

Becky immediately gasped and started to break the obscene embrace, but I said, "No, don't stop. I don't mind." I smiled and leaned carefully against one shelf. "I think a handsome young man like that deserves pants full of goo."

The young man himself was blushing and looked like he wanted to run, but Becky smiled, as if taking on a dare. She was recognizing a kindred spirit in me and wanted to prove herself. I don't know that she wanted to impress me, but she at least wanted to prove she was no less bold than me, and she was enjoying the challenge.

Still grinning, Becky pulled his mouth back down into a lewd, pornographic kiss and slipped her hand back in her boyfriend's pants. 

Her boyfriend was, I had to admit, pretty hot in his own right. I'm not all that into younger men as a rule, but he was handsome enough, and was really passionate. "You know," I said, "I'm not sure which of you I wish I were kissing right now."

Becky smiled and glanced at me sideways, not breaking the kiss. Her boyfriend did break the kiss, though, long enough to say, "You could kiss me right now if you wanted."

I giggled a little at his interest and decided on the plan. "Tell you what, stud, you and your girlfriend come over to our house sometime and if she'll kiss my husband, I'll kiss the hell out of you."

Becky broke the kiss and looked at me, saliva dribbling from her lower lip. Her hand kept busy. "Just kiss?"

I stepped closer and stroked the back of her cheek. "If you decide to go the bedroom with him, I couldn't be held responsible for what your boyfriend and I do in the living room."

"Are you for real?" she asked, licking her lips. She was beating her boyfriend's meat pretty hard inside his shorts.

"Very real."

"You're not some internet video freak?"

"No," I assured her, "just a woman who likes it when people are happy."

And then, as her hand worked over her boyfriend's sex, I bent in and kissed her on the lips. I savored the feel of her lips between mine, and slipped the tip of my tongue into her mouth. She didn't exactly kiss me back, but she let the tip of her tongue brush mine, even as she gasped.

Her boyfriend came in his pants.

I broke the kiss and smiled with a playful swagger. "See you after you get off work in two nights."

With no room for objections, I turned and walked out of the store, my heart pounding so loud it almost hurt. I'd learned years ago that pretty girls could get away with an awful lot of daring behavior, and I had taken ruthless advantage of that fact. But it was still a risk.

I told Scott about what had happened as soon as I got in the door and he immediately kissed me hard, sucking my tongue into his mouth and playing with the stud. He slid his hand between my thighs and began rubbing me through my pants. "God I love you," he panted into the kiss.

"I love you too, hon," I giggled. "I'm glad it was so easy to make this happen for you."

He trailed his mouth down my throat and to the cleavage that was exposed by my low-scooped top. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard right now."

"As much as I want that," I said, squirming away, despite my body's desires -- needs. "You know the rule. Once the game is set up, we save our energy for the big night."

There was fire in Scott's eyes as he looked at me. He was thinking about the upcoming night, but his passion was definitely for me at that moment. He clutched my hips and pulled me to him, pressing what I could feel was a hard lump in his pants against my lap. "I don't want to fuck you to think about what's going to happen, but to show you how much I love you for making it happen."

"Save it," I giggled. "You know the rules."

Scott relented, but we were both really turned on. The next couple of days passed in slow agony. Despite the general wildness of our lifestyle, and despite Scott's own moment of weakness, we were pretty scrupulous about following our rules. It was important to us that special nights remained special, and part of what helped that was denying ourselves in the lead-up time. No sex. No masturbation. Just light affection and heavy anticipation.

On the evening it was all going to happen, Scott paced around the house. I could almost hear his pulse racing from across the room. "I've never seen you this excited about a girl," I said.

"She's just so far under my skin," he admitted. "I almost can't believe this is happening."

"Now remember, we only agreed to kissing. The rest . . . we'll see how it plays out."

"Even that." Scott looked thoughtful. "Have you seen her lips? I think I could cum from kissing her."

"Seen them?" I laughed. "I tasted them."

"Oh god, that's right."

I laughed again went to dress for the evening. I wanted Becky's boyfriend to have something special to look forward to. I pulled on black lace panties and bra, and then draped myself with a black slip. Over that I wore a snug, charcoal skirt and a white blouse that I only buttoned to the top of the slip. Plenty of cleavage was visible and accessible. I stepped into heels and left Scott to his pacing.

My first stop was by the store. I wrote our address down for Becky and asked for the address of her boyfriend. She gave it to me, and as I was about to leave she stopped me.

"Do you . . . " she started to ask, but her voice trailed off. "I mean, have you . . ." Again, she either couldn't find the words or the courage. I wasn't yet certain which it was. "Well, would you . . ."

I felt sorry for her third failure and decided to bail her out. "I kissed you because I wanted to, not to turn your boyfriend on," I said. I looked her body over. "And someday, I want to kiss ever inch of you."

She swallowed hard, her eyes wide. "I don't . . . I mean, I'm not . . . I mean . . . I . . . before . . ."

I smiled softly and gave her a nonthreatening wink. "Tonight's not about that, hon, it's okay. We can talk about that another time."

I started to go.

She blurted out, "But I did like it."

I smiled and took another couple steps without looking back.

She added, more quietly, "I liked it a lot."

I turned back to her. "Maybe you liked it almost as much as I did."

And with that, I did leave, driving to her boyfriend's house. It occurred to me as I parked in front and then walked up to the door that I didn't even know the young man's name.

His mom answered the door. She was in her early forties, dark haired and on the attractive side of average.

"Is your son home?" I asked.

She eyed me suspiciously. "What's your business with him?"

"Personal," I said evenly.

She made a face and gave a grunt that fell just short of derisive laughter. She wasn't impressed with my confidence, nor with the obvious fact that I didn't care at all whether or not she was impressed. "I'll go get him, but you're not coming inside."

"No, he is." My tone was flat, by expression blank.

Her expression was confused, but she didn't press for enlightenment.

A moment later, Becky's boyfriend was at the door. He seemed surprised to see me, but happy. He was definitely tall, well over six feet. He was thin, but there was a lot of muscle definition in that lean build. When he smiled, he tried to make it a masculine expression, but there was still a lot of boyish softness in his face. His hair was dark, his skin the color of caramel. His eyes were gray in the shadows of dark brows.




The Grocery Girl and Her Boyfriend



"I didn't expect to see you here," he said.

"I thought I would do my best to make sure you came tonight."

His eyes left mine and landed on my cleavage. "I don't think there's any doubt I'll come tonight."

I wrapped my arm around his neck and drew his face close to mine. "Be sure you do." I kissed his lips softly, with the sort of tender passion he probably didn't get much with girls his own age. His mom was probably watching, but I didn't care. I whispered in his ear, "If Becky doesn't decide to take my husband to the bedroom tonight . . ." I ran my tongue around the ear before finishing, "I'm going to come over to your house tomorrow afternoon and screw you silly in your bedroom."

He reached behind me with both hands and cupped my ass. I appreciated his assertiveness. He pulled me to him to feel his arousal as he massaged my backside. "If my parents weren't both home," he said quietly, "I would do you right on the porch."

I placed my lips right next to his ear and said, "Once you've had me, you won't care if your parents are in there, you won't be able to wait to get back in."

And with that I turned and walked away, swaying my hips with all the enticing sensuality I could manage.

When we heard the knock on the door, I was still dressed as I had been. Scott was in khakis and a bowling shirt that suited his look. Both us were all nerves when I walked to the door and let in our visitors.

Becky was wearing a black leather miniskirt and a knit top in reds and yellows that was tight across across her chest and exposed a flash of soft belly skin. Her boyfriend was wearing very tight jeans and an Affliction shirt. I had underestimated his pecs and his package. Both were swells under the tight clothes. I didn't wait. I wrapped my arms around the young man's neck and pulled his mouth in for a sloppy, wet kiss.

His hands were all over me, strong and as desperate as any I had felt. I was lost in the wet heat of out kiss and so lost track of my husband and the girl. when I finally glanced their way Becky was straddling Scott's lap and their mouths were locked together. His hands were on her ass. Hers were on his powerful shoulders.

In a sudden moment of sudden clarity I shut the door to protect the outside world from our display.

As I did, Becky's boyfriend embraced me from behind. His hands fondled my breasts through my top and he was grinding against my backside. His mouth was on throat. He then whispered in my ear, "I don't want to hurt your husband's feelings."

"What do you mean?" I panted, loving how small and precious I felt in his power.

"I'm not waiting for Becky to make a move. I'm gonna fuck you right now."

"Okay," I agreed simply.

He turned me around and we kissed again as his hands fumbled with my blouse and mine with his jeans. I stole a glance at the other two and saw my husband's hand pulling down the zipper on the back of Becky's skirt as she pulled her top off.

My blouse was off, and the straps of my slip pulled to the side when I sank to my knees and pulled the young man's pants down. I looked up at his manhood. And I actually gasped.

He was already pretty hard for me.

And he was very large.

I'm not a size queen, and I'm perfectly happy with husband's cock. I love it, in fact. But there was something about the sight of a large cock standing out proud on this tall, skinny young man. It overwhelmed me and my better sense.

"Oh my god," I whispered as I lolled my wet tongue around his shaft. "Your cock is amazing."

I started to pull him into my mouth, but he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my mouth aside. He stroked my cheek with manhood. "I'm too turned on for you," he said. "I don't wanna lose my first load in your mouth. It's going inside your pussy."

I was not myself. I actually said, "Whatever your cock wants."

As I began peeling out of my skirt, I looked over at the couch. Becky was was wearing nothing but shear purple panties. My husband was sucking on her perky tits and grinding against her. He still wore his khakis, but no shirt.

When my skirt and slip hit the floor, Becky got up, took Scott by the hand and said, "Take me to your bed."

I watched them head upstairs, entranced by their beauty.

My trance was broken when the young man yanked my panties down and pushed me over onto all fours, right there on the floor. He gripped my ass and drove his cock at my wet entrance with surprising expertise. There was no miss. He drove perfectly and I grunted with appreciation at his size as he filled me with his strong shaft and began fucking me at the perfect angle to brutalize my g-spot.

I'm not quiet during sex anyway, but I was even louder. At that moment, for whatever reason, his cock felt huge, and that felt very important to me. I begged for it. Begged for it harder. Deeper. Faster. More of it. More of its huge size. 

"You ever felt a cock like this?" he demanded.

"No," I said, quite honestly, my voice quavering as my body shook with the force of his thrusts. My breasts quivered as they hung down. "God it's so big. So damn big."

"And good too," he added.

"God yes, so good."

"Is it the best cock you've ever felt?"

There was no thought, only an instinctive response driven by a physical pleasure I felt had complete control over me. "God yes, it's the best," I cried out. "Your cock is the best!"

His thrusts were becoming more erratic. "Is it better than your husband's?"

I meant nothing by it. Nothing deep. But I couldn't lie. In that moment, I couldn't say anything other than what seemed unquestionable in the moment. "Oh my god, yes." My voice was shaking. My cunt was opening up. I was so hot and wet. My thighs trembling. My face red with my own heat. "Your cock is the best, baby! It's better than my husband's!"

"Well I've got news for you," he grunted, adjusting his stroke so that it rubbed alternately on my left and then on my right inside wall. "I've fucked a lot of pussies, and yours is by far the best."

I groaned with pleasure at the praise as he gripped my ass so hard I felt his fingernails nearly breaking skin. I could feel his body jerking against me as he came. 

Except for the brief pause to empty the load inside me, we barely missed rhythm.

I rolled onto my back, legs spread wide, and he slid his still partly hard cock back in. It was so hard still. And so big. And he knew how to use it so well.

His hands sliding inside my bra to claw at my tits, he bent down and kissed me. It was a hard kiss, more sucking and biting than anything else.

"God you're perfect," he said. "We're perfect together."

"The best cock and the best pussy," I agreed.

"So fucking perfect."

Just then there was a soft, high-pitched voice from beside us on the floor. "Baby, I need you."

We both turned our heads. Becky was there, on her knees, completely naked. She was as gorgeous as I'd thought she would be. Her breasts small, but holding their own, tipped by rose points. Her bush was well-trimmed. Her pussy lips glistened.

"Baby," she said again, her face pleading. She rubbed between her own legs. "Please."

"Fuck that," her boyfriend said, pulling my bra down. 

"But, baby," she begged. She sat back, spreading her legs. "I need you."

I stared at her pussy. It was gorgeous. Delicious.

Her boyfriend run his tongue around my nipples, even as he kept stroking me. "Go back to your man. I've got a better pussy now."

I giggled, and pulled his mouth into an obscene kiss. "And I have a better cock now, too."

Still overwhelmed by his sex, I did my best to thrust my hips in the right rhythm under him. 

Becky was suddenly all over him, draping her naked body on his, even as he was on top of me. "Baby, I tried, but your cock is so much better. I need you."

Her boyfriend grunted and started to suck on my exposed breasts. I groaned and clutched at his head. His mouth was nearly as good as his cock. I was, again, overwhelmed.

Suddenly, he spluttered and rolled off me. "What the fuck is that?"

I looked down. I had lactated. "Milk. I'm nursing."

"Not me you're not."

"No, but --"

"Fuck." He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. It was as if I no longer existed. He was rubbing his hard on and staring at his cute girlfriend. "Alright, baby, you want a good cock. Here it is."

Only, Becky was staring at my chest. "Milk?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yes," I told her.

Her eyes wide, Becky licked her lips. She was close. So close. I could feel it. She was drawn in. She wanted to give in. Wanted to try them. To taste them. To feel them and their milk. She was driven beyond curiosity.

Just as I was sure she was about to place her open on my tits, she looked up at her boyfriend and said, "I think I was about to make a mistake." My heart broke.

"What?" he asked, still stroking.

Becky got to her feet. "I need to go be with Scott."

And, like that, she was quickly on her way upstairs, her perfect ass wiggling behind her.

The young man seemed confused, and I suddenly felt very sorry for him. "I'm sorry about the milk, honey," I said. "It's part of being a mom."

"It's just so weird."

Part of me sympathized with the poor kid. Part of me was pissed off at his response. A lot of me could still feel the ghost of his cock filling me, pounding into my swollen flesh, reshaping my inner walls to conform. 

That was the part of me that won. I just pulled him back down on top of me, kissing his mouth and caressing his sides. "Best pussy in the world, remember?"

"God," he grunted, sliding his masterful cock up where it belonged. "No joke."

"Best cock in the world," I confirmed, jerking my hips against him.

"Fuck, if you weren't married I'd do this every day."

With all the force I could muster I rolled us over so that I was on top, riding him hard. My mouth was plastered to his. His cock was big enough to it hurt to take him in this position, but just then I didn't care about the pain. "I told you," I panted, every word punctuated by a hard, sucking kiss, "whatever your cock wants, it gets."

"It's that good?"

"It's that good."

"Fuck it," he swore suddenly, rolling us on to our sides. "Gimme some of that weird shit."

I threw one leg over him and wriggled and bumped as best I could. He thrust with a steady, even pace. He also returned his mouth to my chest, first giving the swells of my breasts a few solid hickeys and then, when the general stimulation got me leaking, he clamped his mouth around the tip of one breast and sucked with all his might, gently biting and chewing. I felt my milk flowing into his mouth. I heard him drinking it.

Our bodies settled into a groove together. Our rhythm was perfect. Our fit was flawless. Our voices cried out and moaned as a chorus. 

And when we came, it was a mutual explosion.

His sperm jetted into my vault, even as my milk drained down his throat, and my my body jerked and quaked with a spasm so deep my limbs were temporarily paralyzed.

A few moments later, Becky and Scott came downstairs. They were completely naked. Scott was stroking himself. He was very, very hard. Becky's makeup had been ruined by cum. She knelt down beside us. "Hey," she said to her boyfriend, "you know how were a complete jackass about a little breast milk earlier?" She didn't want for a response. "Well, it pissed me off." She still didn't wait for a response. "So you know that thing you always ask me about?"

Both her boyfriend and I looked at her in a daze, still coming down from our climax. We watched her bend over the arm of the couch, presenting herself. I only then noticed that Scott wasn't just rubbing himself, he was lubing up. And I watched as Scott lined up behind Becky, kissed each of her perfect ass cheeks, and then pressed himself against her asshole.

I knew it was Scott's first anal. From the way Becky screamed and clawed at the couch, I thought it was probably hers, too. Scott didn't rush it, but his slow, easy strokes were even and steady and as her body got used to it, and as she arched her back for him, he picked up speed.

My husband lavished his lover with praise. How beautiful she was. How amazing her ass felt. How soft and pretty her body was. How passionate she was.

And even though I had arranged it, and even though I had wanted it, my heart burned with jealousy. She was giving him something I had deliberately withheld from him, and he was grateful for it. There was no denying the beautify of her thin body, the prettiness of her face, or the clear delight that could be found in contact with that body. But it burned.

Her ass was tight, and he didn't last an incredibly long time in there.

When he pulled out, his cum poured back out.

Becky stood slowly, achingly. Grinning, she turned around and kissed my husband with a great deal of slow, deep passion.

Just when I thought I was going to lose control in a fit of jealousy, I was rolled over and straddled at the waist. Her boyfriend was hard again already. Grinning, he pressed my breasts together and began stroking himself through them.

I moaned and closed my eyes, allowing myself to fall into a place in which the world disappeared. There was nothing except my female body and his male body. My tits. His cock. His strength, using my body for his pleasure. My pleasure.

A pair of wet lips brushing my cheek broke my trance.

I opened my eyes.

It was Becky. She was kissing my face, all over. She was on all four on the floor, straddling my husbands face as he feasted on her pretty little cunt.

I think I may have whimpered when I turned my face toward hers and our mouths met in a kiss just as slow and deeply passionate as that she had shared with my husband.

Soon she was moaning as she grew close to an organizing. Her kisses became more violent and more needy. Her body moving aggressively over my husband's face. When she began to climax, he didn't let up. She went higher. Higher. Higher.

Soon she was crying into our kiss, begging him alternately both to stop and not to stop. 

At that point, her boyfriend came all over our meshed faces. To his credit, he did not linger or let it end with his release. He moved down my body and planted his face between my legs. He ran his tongue down my slit, slurped each of my labia and then began sucking my clit with the same fervor and skill with which he had sucked my nipple.

Like an ice pick on my spine, I was soon shot through my a startling orgasm.

And, finally, we all collapsed, our bodies thoroughly spent. 

Becky's boyfriend was the first to rise. He looked at Becky. "You ready to drive me home?"

"Drive you . . .?" Becky rolled her pretty eyes. "I'm not driving you anywhere."

"She forgave me, why don't you?"

"Because," Becky said, "seeing you freak out about her milk just made me realize that you're not very giving."

"What the hell?"

Becky crawled over near the couch, grabbed her panties from the floor and then stood. She walked over and waved them in front of her boyfriend's face. He had a face and brushed them aside as an annoyance. She then crouched in front my husband, and waved her panties. He grabbed them and breathed in their scent deeply, then kissing the place that had cradled her pussy.

The eighteen year-old with auburn hair slid her naked body behind Scott's, pressing her wet pussy against his backside. "Just find your own way home."

Her boyfriend grunted and walked over to where I was now sitting up on the floor. He picked up the mass of his cock and rubbed it on my face. Instinctively, even as tired as I was, I moaned and turned to kiss it. "Give me a ride home," he said.

"Okay," I agreed, suddenly thrilled with the idea of sucking that beast in the car outside his parents' house. I felt a little guilty about my little crush on the young man's cock. I looked at Scott, who was entwined with his fantasy girl. "Will you be okay until I get back?"

He and Becky just smiled. I didn't feel guilty anymore.



The Grocery Store



At my age, I am eager to recall all of my sexual escapades because I know they will never happen again. So, for all of you readers, please know that each and every detail is true. I certainly wish I could replay these wonderous events, but alas, time waits for no man. Enjoy!




All I could see what this fantastic set of legs in high heels, a skirt just above her knees and this great ass with tumbling long black hair. She was in front of me at the checkout in the grocery store. All of a sudden she drops her credit card, turns to bend down to get it, and I see this set of tits, probably the biggest I've ever seen. I don't even look at her face, I'm so mesmerized by her huge tits. I bend down with her at the same time to help, and I get to the card first. I hand it to her as we are both standing back up.

"Oh thank you so much" she says.

"My pleasure" I gush.

Then I look at her face. She is just average, but has really bright red lipstick on this very sensuous mouth, the kind you really want to kiss or something else. She squirms around her grocery cart and starts to put the bags in the cart. She obviously was into 'green' as she had asked for 'paper' not plastic. I was stunned. This gal couldn't have been over 20, was dressed with a very professional suit on, and her tits were bulging out of her top. I thought to myself, 'Wow, some lucky guy is fucking her.' I paid for my purchase and by now she had already left the store. I walked to my car, and there she was, putting her bags in the back seat with the door to her car open, that kept me from opening my door. I said to her,

"Can I help you?" She turned to look at me and said,

"Oh the nice man who got my card back. Sure, could you hold the door?" 

As she came out of the car and stood up, my instincts ran wild. I don't know what I was thinking, but I just reached over held her face in both of my hands, and kissed her on the lips. I realized that I probably was going to get kicked in the balls for doing that. As I backed away a couple of inches and dropped my hands, she said,

"Why did you do that?"

My instant response was really dumb, "Because you look so inviting." 

She just stared at me.

"I'm really sorry" came tumbling out of my mouth.

No sooner than I said that, she moved closer and then took my head in both hands and planted a kiss on me that was not just a 'thank' you kiss. Her lips were soft, wet and she proceeded to probe my mouth with her tongue. I thought I was going to die. This was no little lingering kiss, but beyond passionate. My instant response was to wrap my arms around her. She withdrew her tongue, backed up a couple of inches, and ran her tongue over her lips very seductively and said, 

"That was really a great kiss."

"Boy, it sure was." was all I could utter.

She put her hand out and said "My name is Beverly, but everyone calls me Bev". 

Again, without thinking, looking down at her huge breasts, I said "Dave." 

Now here's what makes this encounter so unusual. First, I'm old enough to be her father, and being spontaneous is not a quality of mine that I normally demonstrate. Reluctantly, as we stood there, I said,

"If you don't mind my asking Bev, how old are you and are you married?" 

She looked me right in the eye and said, "No silly, if I was married would I kiss you like that?"

My response was another lame one, "No, I guess you wouldn't" I said.

"Well, how old are you anyway?" I once again uttered.

"Old enough." She insinuated. I was really at a loss here to say anything else. Looking very sheepish and certainly dumbfounded, I said, 

"Could I kiss you once more?" She looked at me like I was from Mars, and said, 

"Why would you want to do that?"

Now, I'm really at a loss for words. "Because that's the greatest kiss I've ever had, that's why." Came tumbling out of my mouth. 

"Well, come here then" she said. I moved closer to her, she put her arms around my neck, and I kissed her like it was the last kiss I was ever going to get. It must have been several minutes into the kiss when I automatically reached up and cupped her left breast under her suit jacket. The kiss was now burning with intensity from both of us and she made no move to dislodge my hand or stop the kiss. I was kneading her huge breast and could feel her nipple getting hard against my hand. I moved even closer to her and had her against the car. She moved her body into me, and I'm sure could feel my hard cock against her thigh. I was tweaking her nipple by now and she was actually moaning as we continued this hot kiss. It was almost like we couldn't get enough of each others mouth or tongues. My tongue was moving very slowly in her mouth and hers was meeting mine, and almost sucking my tongue into her mouth. We had to come up for air. As we broke the kiss and our faces retreated a foot or so, not having removed my hand from her breast, she exclaimed,

"Whew "and looked down at my hand on her breast. As we caught our breaths, she said,

"Would you like to see them?"

In an astonished smile, I said, "You're joking, right?" 

Without a mili-second passing she said, "Follow me." 

They say opportunity only knocks once, hell, I was going to break the damn door down. She got in her car, started it up, motioned to me with her finger crooked in a 'come with me' move and backed out. I was right behind her. She pulled into a driveway to a real little 'cracker jack box' house. I pulled in behind her. She got out to get the bags of groceries, and I ran up to help her. She didn't say another word. Went up to the front door, reached into her purse slung over her shoulder, got her key, and walked in. I was right behind her. 

"Just put them on the counter" she said pointing to the tiny kitchen counter. I did and as I turned toward her she said,

"Wait right there." About five minutes later, she was standing in front of me, still in her skirt and heels, totally naked on the top. Talk about tits! I couldn't believe my eyes. She had to be a 46D. Once again, my alert staccato mind reacted and I said, 

"Oh my God!"

Her tits were snow white, stood almost straight out with the largest pink areola I've ever seen and nipples that sort of blended in. I took her all in from top to bottom. I couldn't figure out how she could have such huge tits, slender shoulders and arms, trim waist and obviously great legs. 

"So, do you like them?" she said as she stood there with her hands on her hips. 

"What's not to like?" I said. I moved closer to her, looked her in the eye, bent my head down and took one of her nipples in my mouth and cupped the other tit and 

fondled it and massaged it as I sucked greedily on her nipple. She put both hands on my shoulders and whispered, 

"Oh God, yes, suck it." I continued to suck her and kiss her tit and she started to moan "ummm, uummm, yes, yes."

Her nipples were really hard now, and were not really protruding. I was in a bent position and it was starting to become a little uncomfortable. I stopped the sucking and stood up. I guess she thought I was done, and she held me at arms length and said, 

"Ok. that's enough, we have to talk." By now it's obvious that my reaction may be a little slow, as I said, 

"About what?" She reached down, took my hand and led me to the couch. 

"Sit down please." I did, not being able to take my eyes off of her magnificent tits. 

"Look at me, not my tits" she sort of commanded. I raised my eyes to hers and put my arm on the back of the couch. 

"Ok, here's the story" she said.

"I share this little house with my best friend Karen. We're from Oregon and we just left home. I left, because everyone I knew were always making comments on my huge tits. They called me "Chesty" and really embarrassed me all the time. Even my one boyfriend never wanted to take me anywhere, he just wanted to play and suck my tits. I got fed up with it, even the snide remarks from my stepfather, and Karen and I, who's my best friend, decided to leave. We've been here only two weeks. We both got jobs right away.She works at Macy's and I work in a lawyer's office. I think he hired me because of my tits. Anyway, you're the first man who's been nice to me, and the kiss was amazing. I know the question on your mind. Yes, they're really mine, and no, they're not surgically enhanced. My Mom is built the same way, but I'm much thinner and taller. I started to develop when I was 12 and they kept growing. I'm telling you all this, because I really like you and you were so kind and you need to know some things before we go any further. I know you're older, and that's OK with me, because I can't deal with the men my age, they're just not sincere. No, I'm not a virgin, and yes, I like sex with the right guy. OK, that's it." 

She sat back with her hands in her lap waiting for me to say something. I said nothing. I scooted over, reached up, took her face in both of my hands, and kissed her just like the last time. She wrapped her arms around my neck again, and kissed me back. As we broke this kiss, I said to her, 

"OK Bev, let's get something else straight."

I sighed. "First, you are absolutely delicious. Your kiss would melt an iceberg. Next, yes you have amazing and beautiful large tits and they are so suckable. 

I don't blame your boyfriends. Oh yeah, you're statuesque as well. You fill out a suit like no one I've ever seen. Next, I'm a good deal older than you but I would love to be your friend, and if you let me, your lover. I would be really proud to take you out anywhere, anytime. Finally, I firmly believe in giving my partner all the pleasure I can muster if you'll tell me what pleases you" 

I guess that was all that needed to be said. Bev stood up, unbuckled the small belt at her waist, unzipped the side of her skirt, let it drop down to her ankles, kicked off her heels, took the sides of her lacy white boy panties and shoved them down to her feet and kicked them off. She stood back up and I looked at her body. Aside from her huge tits, she had a little baby fat at her waist, a little 'poofy' stomach, and a neatly trimmed 'V' shaped bush with light brown hair, a little sparse and thighs that had been designed for her height and weight, down to her trim ankles. She was at least 5'7, and maybe 145. She looked delicious all over and white as snow. As I looked at her, she sort of turned around as a model might and faced me again. 

"You are a real hot lady and quite a turn on" I said.

Even her ass was cute, maybe a tiny bit of extra weight, but her cheeks were solid. She didn't jiggle anywhere but her tits. I stood up, looked her in the eye, and said,

"Come let me love you." As she walked over to me I held out my arms and she walked into them. I kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulders, and all over her tits and worked my way down to her stomach, gripping both of her ass cheeks, and got down on my knees and kissed her pussy. She gasped, "Oh, oh" and a sigh. I kissed the inside of her thighs, her legs, and brought my mouth back up to her pussy. She was sighing and whimpering. I stood up, and said,

"Where's your bedroom?"

She grabbed my hand and turned a corner and we were in her bedroom. She had a single bed and not much else in the room. I walked her backwards to the bed, and the momentum forced her to sit on the edge. I started to push her back and she said,

"No, wait." As she said that she started to unbuckle my jeans, unzip them, and drag them down to my ankles. I had already reached up and taken my shirt off over my head. She reached over to drag my black briefs down and my hard cock sprang right up. I pushed her back on the bed, with her legs and feet on the floor. I said to her,

"Tell me what pleases you." She looked up at me and said, 

"I don't know." I looked up and down at her body and said,

"OK, we'll find out together." I got down on my knees, tried to spread her legs apart, and met some resistance. I placed my hands on her thighs, and said,

"Baby, whatever I do, if you don't want me to, or you don't like it, just tell me to stop, OK?" 

Very quietly, she said, "OK" 

Again, I tried to spread her legs and this time she let me. As I did, I could see the puffy lips of her pussy covered by sparse light brown hair, and the pinkness of her inner pussy. I ran my finger up and down her slit very gently, not touching her clit, and could feel how wet she was.

"Does that feel good?" I asked.

"Oh yes" she replied. I bent down and kissed her pussy hair, her lips, and ran my tongue up and down her slit very slowly. She was getting wetter. I gently slipped my middle finger into her pussy. She let out a little yelp, startled and said,

"Oh God." Isn't it funny how women get religious when they feel all hot and turned on with sex? I never could understand that.

I said, "Do you like that?" 

She cooed back, "Oh yes, Oh yes" I began stroking in and out of her pussy very slowly.

"Oh my God" she stammered, "do it faster."

I was shoving my finger all the way into her pussy, as far as it would go, and she cried out, 

"Oh Dave, please fuck me now." 

I looked up at her and she was kneading her huge titties in both hands and raising her ass to meet my finger thrusts. Boy, was she wet. Her juices were flowing out of her pussy, all over my hand and on to the bedspread. I withdrew my finger and put my whole hand on her sopping wet pussy and scooped up as much as her wetness as I could, and raised my hand to my mouth, so she could see what I was doing, and licked my fingers and palm. She went wild.

"Yes, yes, fuck me please, please, fuck me now."

Needless to say my cock, all seven inches, was rock hard. I stood up, positioned my feet and legs inside of her spread legs and guided my cock to her pussy. 

"Please fuck me now." she cried out.

I put the tip of my cock to her hole and she lunged, driving my cock in to her. Our pubic hair was meshing and I started to fuck her slowly and evenly. She was thrashing her head from side to side and still mashing her huge tits together and said, 

"Yes, yes, fuck me ,fuck me , fuck me harder" I was slamming my cock in and out of her pussy and she raised her legs, grabbed her ankles and drew them back as far as she could, all the while muttering, 

"yes, yes, fuck me, slam that cock into me, oh yes, fuck me harder." About three more pumps and I knew I would cum.

"Bev, I'm gonna cum, do you want me to?"

"Yes, cum in me, just fuck me, oh yes" 

I shot two good spurts into her pussy, and her ass cheeks tightened, and her pussy clenched around my cock, and she exploded. I drove into her with a final shove and our cum started to leak out of her pussy. I was sweating. She lowered her legs, and was panting. As we caught our breath, I slipped out of her, and crawled up beside her. I kissed her neck and she said,

"God, that was a good fuck." 

I laughed and said, "Have you ever had a bad fuck?" She turned to look at me and said,

"Of course I have. Boys don't know how to fuck."

I chuckled, and said, "So how many bad ones have you had?"

She giggled and said, "Wouldn't you like to know." As a follow up I said, 

"What made this one good?" She reached down and fondled my now limp, wet cock and said, 

"Well you made me cum, and you fucked me hard and I like that." I thought about her answer for a second and said, 

"So, there are some things that you like after all?" She took about 1/10th of a second to say,

"Yes, and I'm going to tell them all to you." In a very matter of fact way she said, 

"Yes, and I'm going to tell you things that I've never done – yet." There was just a slight pause there. 

"Like what?" I inquired. 

"Well, you already know I like to have my tits sucked, and I love passionate kissing, and you know I get really wet, and I love to have it shoved in to me hard, and it doesn't take much to get me to cum a river, and I know there must be others, but I haven't had a good lover until you."

She caught her breath and kissed my forehead. 

"So let me get this straight – you've never had your cunt eaten to make you cum, and you've never been fucked in the ass, and you've never had a titty fuck, right?" She was smiling, and said, 

" No, not yet but will you talk dirty to me?" I was in seventh heaven. 

"OK baby, here's what we're going to do over time. I'm going to eat your juicy cunt for hours and you'll cum many times, I'm going to put my stiff cock between your huge titty's and cum all over your face, I'm going to shove my hard cock up your ass, I'm going to teach you how to suck my cock and cum in your mouth and I'm going to fuck you 'doggy' style with you on all fours, and we're going to 69 until we both cum, and I'm going to watch you masturbate your hot cunt, while I jack off."

She caught her breath and said, "Wow, all that sounds like I'm gonna cum a lot." 

As we laid there laughing and I was fingering her cunt and sucking her tit, the front door opened and someone yelled,

"I'm home Bev" I squirmed up to a sitting position, startled, and Bev said,

"It's OK, it's Karen" "I scurried to get my pants on, and Bev said, 

"It's OK, don't worry it's just Karen" No sooner than she had the words out of her mouth, this woman walks in the bedroom, and says,

"Oh goody, you finally got fucked." I was really embarrassed.

"Hi, I'm Karen and you have a nice cock wanta' share it?" I was speechless. Karen looked at Bev and said, 

"Is he a good fuck?" Very matter of factly Bev said, 

"Oh yeah, and more."

Karen looked at me and said, "Aren't those incredible tits? I love sucking them." 

To say I was stunned is mild. Karen continued,

"You know, she's never really had a man who knows what to do with his cock, and you can take care of both of us."

Bev leaned up on her elbows and said, "Dave, will you fuck her too and teach us both?" 

I was obviously not prepared for this scene. As I was pushing my mind to race for an answer, Karen was taking her clothes off. First, she slipped her top over her head, tossed it on the floor, leaving only her red bra on, and then undid the button on the side of her skirt, slipped it down to her feet, revealing her slim legs encased in pantyhose, and as I watched with fascination, realized that they were crotchless showing a large patch of really dense black pussy hair. She kicked off the skirt from her feet, reached around her back, unsnapped her bra and dropped it to the floor. As I was still mesmerized, Karen exclaimed, 

"I really need a good fuck" as she proceeded to take her pantyhose off and lifted each leg while standing on the other to remove them. 

I was still taking this all in and as she bent down to remove her pantyhose I was struck by the comparison of these two young women. Karen had small tits, maybe 32B, but with really dark areolas, and really large nipples that were at least ½". Compared to Bev's lightly hairy pussy, Karen had a forest of black thick hair. Karen inched her way over to the bed, with her left hand cradled my semi-hard cock in her palm and with her right hand massaged Bev's big tit. Bev reached up and played with Karens' nipple. My cock was now at full attention. I reached over and stuck my hand between Karens' legs, found her hairy pussy, which was already damp, and wiggled my finger in between her hair, found her puffy lips, and slid it into her hole. Karen let out a moan, Bev sighed, and Karen said,

"Oh yeah, do I need to get fucked."

Bev said, "Oh girl, you're gonna love it."

I leaned forward, wrapped my arms around Karens' tight little ass, and pulled her forward to me as I lay back down on the bed. Karen got the message immediately, threw her legs over my thighs, and I reached up to play with her cute little tits. Her nipples became as hard as erasers, and I pulled her into me so I could suck one. She responded and leaned down to give me better access. I greedily sucked her nipple. The more I sucked, the more she moaned and grunted in short breaths,




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"Oh yeah, suck those fuckers." I massaged and pinched her other nipple.

Unknown to me until I realized that Bev had repositioned herself, Bev was fingering Karens' pussy as she was bent over me. Bev was making all kinds of sounds as she was pistoning her fingers in and out of Karens' pussy. 

"Oh yeah babe, doesn't that feel good? Doesn't he suck good? Oh, your pussy's so wet!" Bev snorted out.

My mouth is getting a little tired from the constant sucking, and as I let up Karen rolls off of me, almost on top of Bev, and says, 

"Please fuck me. Put your cock in me."

I roll over to my side, and look at these two luscious young women in front of me. My cock is now rock hard. Bev, a little under Karen is fingering her own pussy, and Karen is rubbing her hands all over her pussy and almost yelling, 

"C'mon baby, shove that cock in my pussy."

I roll over on my knees, spread Karens legs wide. Her forest of black hair opens up to reveal her tight pink inner lips and her hole. I position myself and she reaches down, grabs my stiff cock and guides it to her hole and says,

"Fuck me now."

I push the head of my cock in her. She is hot, wet and tight. She grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me into her. I slip in up to my balls. She screams,

"Yes, yes, Oh my God, fuck me, fuck me, shove it in me." 

As I start to get a rhythm going, she wraps her legs around my back, and grunts, 

"yeah. yeah, oh fuck, yeah, "

As I hold myself up with my hands on either side of her waist, I look down and watch my hard cock, nestled in my hairy pubic area, glistening with her wetness, pump in and out of her black hairy forest and into her pinkness, she cries out,

"Oh yeah, I'm cumming, I'm cumming" and she tightens her grip on my back and 

lunges into me with my cock buried deep in her pussy. Bev is chiding in with her own orgasm.

"Oh God, I'm cumming too. Here it comes."

That's all it takes for me, I let go of a strong shot of my cum, and a little after squirt, and keep my cock buried in her pussy. I fall on her chest to catch my breath. She too is panting. Bev has leaned back on the bed and is rubbing her pussy and scooping up her wetness and putting her fingers in her mouth. I feel Karens' soft kisses on my neck and the side of my face and she's squeezed her hand in between us, and is just fingering my now limp cock and her wet pussy. Summoning up a little effort, I roll off of Karen to the left side of the bed. There's barely room for all three of us. I'm out of steam. Apparently Bev and Karen are not. Bev repositions herself again, straddles Karens' face with her pussy in a 69 position and says,

"I want to taste the cum from both of you." 

Karen doesn't say a word, but eagerly begins to slurp up Bevs' pussy juice. The smells of sex are permeating the air. The two girls are eating each other with great enthusiasm. As I'm watching this from a distance of 8-10" I see Karen using her hands to hold open Bev's ass cheeks, and using her tongue to run up and down Bev's pink, wet pussy. Even her little asshole is pink and Karen slips her finger in as she is sucking Bev's clit. Bev lets out a little grunt, and must have decided to do the same to Karen. Karen lets out a grunt and "ummm, ummm."

In one more minute Karen drags Bev's ass and pussy down to her mouth and face and is moving her head all around Bev's pussy and Bev must have cum because she is squirming all over Karen's face. Then, both girls relax their muscles and legs and move off of each others pussy's to get some air and catch their breath. There is no way my limp little cock is going to rise to the occasion again. But talk about a fantasy fulfilled. 

Slowly, both girls extricate themselves from each other. Karen lays there on the bed. Bev slips down to the floor and sits up against the wall. I look at both girls who appear to be quite satiated and say, "Girls, you have made this man's year!"

They both chuckle and Karen says, 

"You have no idea what you have done for us."

Bev says, "We've never been so turned on."

Karen says, "I used to love to suck her tits, but never thought we could do what we've done. And all because of you and your lovely cock."

"You mean to tell me you have never done that together before?" I inquired.

Bev said, "We used to talk about getting fucked, and she loved to suck my titties and masturbate in front of each other but never even thought of this."

I was really amazed. "Well what turned you on so much?" 

Karen said, "Knowing Bev was watching you fuck me got me so hot, and watching her get her cum on her fingers and suck them took me over."

Bev said, "Watching your cock fuck her, knowing you had just fucked and eaten my cunt, made me want to eat her cunt. Karen babe, you taste so good"

Karen said, "Oh Bev so do you. I never knew what another pussy would taste like. But the best was getting my pussy fucked. I've never cum so hard in my life."

As I listened to these little sex pots talk, I thought 'is this really happening?' So, I asked.

"Girls are we going to be able to do this again?"

Both of them looked at each other and said, "Yep" 

Bev said, "On one condition."

I said, "And what would that be?"

Karen said, "You have to fuck and suck us both each time, and you have to watch us eat each other."

I looked at both of these delectable young women and said, "What if I can't satisfy you both?"

In unison, they both said, "You will."



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A special 'thank you' to Estragon for editing my story and making it a much better read. 

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Chapter 1: Our family

My name is Marci and this story is mostly about my Dad and the things our family has gone through. My Dad is a big man. He stands at six foot five and weighs just under three hundred pounds. He's fifty years old.

He's not and has never been an overweight flabby fat person. He is a solid as a rock. I remember while we were growing up he would tell us to hit him in the stomach and he would laugh when we hit him. By we, I mean me and my brother Robert. He was named after our dad.

Dad was named William Robert Smith. As he was growing up people would call him Bill, for William and Bob for Robert, so his nick name was Billy Bob Smith. People are so original, aren't they? I'm mentioning this because it is important later in the story. 

So he named my brother Robert William Smith instead of Junior. Dad never cared for the name Junior. Robert is a pretty big guy also, but nowhere near as big as Dad.

My Mom, Marsha, and Dad met in high school. Mom was the cheerleader and Dad the defensive and offensive lineman. They began dating their junior year. Mom always thought that Dad would become famous and make it as a pro football player, but he decided he didn't want to go to college.

Mom was mad at him for not even trying. He explained to her that he was happy with what he wanted to do in life. My grandfather owned a large independent grocery store. Dad was a meat cutter at the store. He also knew that someday the business would be turned over to him.

Mom stayed with dad and they got married shortly after graduation. Less than a year later I appeared and another year later they had Robert. Mom thought two kids were enough and had her tubes tied. Dad loved kids but he said it was his wife's choice.

A lot of people were a bit scared of Dad until they got to know him. To us kids and our friends, we all considered him a big Teddy Bear. He really was a gentle giant.

We had a good life. Mom worked at the store as a cashier part-time after Bob and I started school. I do believe she always had the dreams of becoming famous or at least meeting famous people.

Dad loved her and gave her everything she ever asked for. I never heard him raise his voice to her but she would get mad at him. It was always about something he didn't do or somewhere he wouldn't take her. He usually gave in eventually.

The store was open seven days a week and Dad worked most of them. But if we ever had a game or something going on at school, Mom and Dad would always be there for us.

Holidays were great. On Christmas morning we would all gather around our tree and take turns opening presents. There were very few things we did without. Most every year Dad would buy Mom a couple of tickets to a big time play or show she said she just had to see.

Most of them were in the large city fifty miles away and Mom would often go with her friends since Dad would probably be working. She did go to a couple of football games and even a hockey game with Dad but she preferred the bright lights of musical and Broadway type shows. They weren't Dad's thing.

Christmas dinner was always held at Grandma's and usually Thanksgiving as well. Grandma sure could cook. Mom would help and bring some side dishes. My dad's two sisters and their families would usually be there.

Mom's family lived in the next town over and we would visit them often. They wished Mom would have married some other man. For some reason they weren't fond of Dad even though he always treated them respectfully. I guess they wanted more for their daughter. They didn't understand that we had a wonderful family and enjoyed our life.

When we were old enough, Grandpa would give us jobs to do in the store and pay us. It made us feel important. When we told Mom we wanted to own our own store when we got older she about hit the roof. She said she wanted so much more for us and we should go to college.

We told her we planned on going to college to learn bookkeeping and get a degree in Business Administration. It would help us run our own businesses. Dad kept quiet about it and said whatever we wanted to do, he would be behind us.

I had just started college and Bob would be going the following year. Dad already had the money set aside for us to go. It was than that our lives changed forever.

Mom was getting mad all the time and said she was tired of working at the store and was going to start going out with her girlfriends. She told Dad that since he bowled every Friday, she was going out with her girlfriends. She wasn't going to stay home alone. Dad never denied her anything and she had gone out often with her friends.

We owned and lived in a four-unit apartment right next door to the store. Dad rented out two units and we lived in the other two. Bob and I lived together in one unit. It was rent-free as long as we took care of it. We each had our own bedroom but Dad said we had to keep the place clean or he wouldn't let us live there.

We felt so independent even with our parents just thirty feet away. We were allowed friends over but Dad let us know that if we brought in booze or drugs that he would not be Mr. Nice Guy. We had a few friends who thought they would by-pass Dad's rules. Big mistake! Dad grabbed them bodily and threw them out in the front yard.

Back to Mom and her going out. Dad didn't notice but Mom was really dressing up to go out with her two friends Lucile and Betty. What bothered me is that they were both divorced. I didn't see the need for Mom to get all dolled up.

I mentioned it to Mom and she told me they were her friends and she enjoyed their company. I wasn't sure whether to mention it to Dad but he usually knew what was going on around him.

I was in college but it was in town, so I came home in the evenings and noticed Mom was pretty intoxicated when she came home from being with her friends. Dad was usually asleep when Mom got home. I mentioned it to him one day and he said he would watch out for her.

The following week Mom came home drunk again. When I told Dad he said he would take care of it. He never raised his voice to Mom but did tell her she should be drinking a little less. Mom told Dad that she was a big girl and could take care of herself.

Dad told me he wrote it up to her going through her change of life, but he would be watching her much closer. The following week he didn't go bowling but decided to follow Mom. He told me he had never done it before and didn't feel right doing it. He always trusted her.

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Billy-Bob tells the story from here:

My friends have called me Billy-Bob ever since I was a kid. It stuck and I still used it among friends. Marsha just called me Bill. As Marci has told you Marsha and I were high school sweethearts and have been together since our junior year in high school.

I always wanted to walk in my Dad's footsteps and enjoyed the grocery business. I knew I was big and to stay in shape I lifted weights three times a week. I didn't want the muscle to turn to flab.

Marsha seemed to always want more out of life. I think she watched too many "real housewife" programs. That wasn't real life, what we had was real life. Family who did things together and good friends who we could trust. We worked and we played. Sex with Marsha was always good. She never complained, so I figured all was well.

I got a bit worried when Marci told me about her mother coming home drunk. I bowled on Fridays, had a few beers and came home and went to sleep. I was always up early Saturday morning to work at the store. I never bothered Marsha.

The following Friday I followed Marsha and her two girlfriends to a bar. It was a hangout for more of a mobster type crowd: I knew the area well. This shouldn't be the type of place my Marsha should be hanging out. I would have to talk to her about it later. This place would be nothing but trouble.

I paid the stupid twenty-dollar cover charge and went up on the second floor balcony to watch all the goings on. There were dancers and strippers performing on stage. I saw Marsha and her two girlfriends drinking it up. Eventually the women were greeted by three men in suits. I knew right off that they were mob people.

I could tell this wasn't the first time that they all had met. The women got up and started dancing with these men. I didn't care at all for the liberties this one asshole was taking with Marsha. When the music stopped I decided to go downstairs and put a stop to it.

As I was going to the staircase I saw Marsha and the asshole she was with getting up and heading out a back door. By the time I got downstairs they were already outside. I was told by the bouncer that the door was emergency exit only and that I had to use the front door.

I thought about throwing him aside and using it anyway but he was just doing his job. I guess the man Marsha left with had some special rights. By the time I got to my car in the lot I could see one car pulling out. It must be the one that Marsha was in.

I stayed back hoping that they didn't know I was following them. It was a Lexus and an easy car to follow. My worst thoughts came into my mind when I saw them pull into a motel. I drove on by and turned around and came back. I saw them entering room 107 on the first floor. It had an outside entrance. It was Marsha entering the room.

Why would she come here with this scum bag? I was getting madder by the minute trying to formulate a plan. After about fifteen minutes I stormed up to the door and with all my weight I kicked the door it.

There was Marsha with her legs spread wide and this cocksucker pounding his dick into her. Needless to say the door being busted open and me walking in pretty much stopped the fucking.

Marsha screamed out, "Oh my God! Bill!" The prick on top of her reached for his gun on the night stand.

I took a couple of quick steps and knocked the gun from the man's grasp. I picked him up by his neck with his cock coming out of my wife and threw him up against the wall. I didn't stop there as I picked the bastard up about three inches off the ground and put my hand around his throat.

He tried to swing and kick loose but I held him tight till he took his last breath. I let him drop to the floor. I looked over at Marsha who was in tears and told her to get dressed. The police would be here soon.

I picked up the phone and dialed 911.

Chapter 2: The aftermath:

Marci speaks again:

Dad was never much of a talker but he called me and told me he had just killed a man. I couldn't believe it. He told me that I needed to hold it together for my mother. She was in a state of panic and shock. He asked me to pick up my mother later at the police station. There was nothing else he could tell me now.

I was a mess. I called Grandpa and told him what Dad had said. I got hold of my brother Bob and he went to the police station with me. Mom did nothing but cry. She kept saying how stupid she was and it was all her fault.

A detective took me and Bob aside and told us what my father had said. The district attorney would be in to see what charges would be filed against my father.

I asked who was the man he was accused of killing and was told it was a mob boss' brother. His name was Lee Fazio. His brother was somewhat of the kingpin in the area. This brother was in charge of the trash haulers' industry and was presumed to be a drug king pin except they were never able to pin anything on him.

He had already gone to the district attorney and demanded the death penalty for the death of his brother. Luckily, he didn't have the District Attorney in his pocket.

We weren't able to see Dad before the trial. It went rather quickly. Mom had pretty much verified what Dad had said. She made a huge mistake and had sex with Lee Fazio. It wasn't her first time, but now she totally regretted it.

She told the District Attorney that Dad busted into the room and Lee reached for his gun. Before he could get a shot off Dad did knock it out of his hand. Dad didn't stop there as he picked up Lee Fazio and chocked him to death. It was the last time my Dad ever spoke to my mother.

Because of the breaking and entering he had to be charged with something. Dad's attorney said that Lee Fazio pulled a gun on him. Dad was protecting himself. It was self-defense.

The jury came back with guilty of involuntary manslaughter since Dad had never had or used a weapon other than his hands. He was sentenced to five years in the State penitentiary.

The Fazio family was outraged as they walked out of the courtroom. Romeo Fazio said it wasn't over, I heard him call mom just another cunt on his way out. Dad just looked over at Mom as he was taken out of the courtroom in handcuffs. She was crying, as were the rest of us. He never spoke to her again. He told me he didn't want her coming to the prison. She would not be listed on the permitted visitors' list.

Someone in our family went to see Dad each month. He always told us to bring candy bars and cartons of cigarettes. I asked him if he took up smoking but he said it was for a few of the friends he had made.

Bob had asked Dad if his life was hard in prison and did he get in much trouble? He was told that he let people know he wasn't going to take their shit and after knocking a few guys around he was pretty much left alone, other than a few friends.

He said one time he was warned by a buddy that one man was going to shiv him in his kidney area at lunch time. He had beat up the guy pretty bad and the guy was in the hospital ward for two weeks. Dad put a book under his jumpsuit to protect his kidneys after that.

The criminal who Dad felt was hired by Romeo Fazio came up behind him and jammed the shiv into his kidney area but caught the book instead. Dad swung around with his elbow and broke the creep's jaw.

By then the guards were there and saw the shiv sticking out of the book. The creep had passed out but his jaw looked terrible. He was back in the hospital ward, with another ten years added to his sentence for attempted murder.

Dad said the man's jaw was never the same. He could hardly talk but stayed away from Dad. Something terrible happened shortly after the incident.

Mom would hardly talk to anyone. She did talk to me and Bob but it was always about what a wonderful man Dad was and how stupid she was. One day Bob and I were at school and when we got home Mom was dead, laying on her bed. Next to her were some kind of drugs. Her name wasn't even on the bottle.

We called the police and they sent a crime scene specialist for fingerprints and anything else they might find. They ruled it as a drug overdose and possible suicide. Bob and I cried and went to see Dad.

When he heard the story he had tears in his eyes. It was the first time we ever saw our Dad cry. He told us that Marsha was too strong-willed a woman to take her own life. He said someday the truth would come out.

After Mom's funeral we hardly ever saw our grandparents on Mom's side. For some reason they blamed Dad for Mom's death.

It was now three years later and Dad was up for early parole. Grandpa was there to let the Parole Board know Dad still had his job waiting for him. His apartments were also kept up so he had a place to live.

Other than the few run-ins when he first went to prison, he was considered a model prisoner and was released. We had a party for him at the house. We made sure that anything that belonged to Mom was now gone. We did keep pictures and a few keepsakes that we stored in the basement, that Dad might want later.

Dad had so many friends that came and saw him. Dad never spoke much but his friends and family knew he was thankful that they all were there. He asked me and Bob about school and we told him we both had degrees in Business Management. Right now we both worked helping Grandpa with the store.

It was funny how many law enforcement officers were dad's friends. Many have been his friends since high school. Dad did ask a couple of them about Romeo Fazio but they said he was still in operation. He had other people doing his dirty work. They hoped to catch him some day.

Dad and Grandpa had a meeting together. Grandpa said he wanted to open two new stores. He told Dad how good Bob and I were doing in the business. There was no way we could all make a good living at just the one store.

Grandpa called Bob and me in, and asked us if we really wanted to be in the independent grocery business. We both told him we did. That's when Dad told us that they were opening two new stores and we each would be managing one of them.

We were so excited. It was what we always wanted, to follow in our father's footsteps. Mom, bless her soul, could never understand it. I guess it was in our blood.

In the next year we found two locations and Grandpa and Dad were getting them ready. I was soon in my own store or at least managing it and Bob was managing his. All three stores were in a thirty-mile radius so we could see each other often.

Bob and I had to find other places to live, close to our stores. It was different having to pay rent but we were making good salaries now. One thing that I forgot to mention but Dad knew. I was engaged to a wonderful man who worked enforcement. Dad thought it was funny when I first told him. We would be getting married in October.

Bob was going with one of his new cashiers. They were going together but no dates were set yet. If it all worked out they were hoping for next year.

Things were going well for us now. One thing that Dad did was hire a few of the men he met in prison. At first we wondered about a few of them but Dad told us he trusted them. They all made mistakes and paid for them. They had families and needed a new start. If Dad trusted them, so would we.

He trained most of them as meat cutters. Dad was one of the best butchers around. He never lost his touch while in prison. I heard a few of the men tell Dad that they would never let him down. If he ever needed anything he could depend on them.

Grandpa was about ready to semi-retire, and Dad would be taking over the store management at our main store. Grandpa would just make rounds and come see us at the stores. We knew he could never completely leave his business. 

Dad also said that our head bookkeeper would be retiring also. He told me to run an ad and get us a good bookkeeper. He would prefer one that could also be our accountant. Running our stores was too much for Bob or me to be accountant for the whole operation as well. The salary would depend on ability.

He wanted Bob and me to do the screening and interviews and get it down to maybe five people and he would make the final decision.

I couldn't believe how many applications we received. There must been over a hundred. We started going through them and did like Dad wanted. We made a special list for those who could do accounting and taxes, not just bookkeeping.

After we finally narrowed it down to five people, we interviewed each one. Three I didn't much care for because of a cockiness; they were over-educated and made it clear they were. I knew that wouldn't set well with Dad. Out of the two we had left, one was a woman and the other a man.

I sent both of them to be interviewed by my father. The man seemed intimidated by Dad's size. Dad no longer went by Billy-Bob since he got out of prison. He now went by William Smith.

I told Dad that there was something about the woman. I really liked her but she seemed over-qualified for the position. When I called her former employers I was told she did excellent work but had to be let go for personal reasons. No one would say what her problems were.

Dad decided to interview the woman. Her name was Mary Bernheimer.

Dad speaks again:




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"Ms. Bernheimer, your qualifications seem to far exceed what we are looking for. Would you care to explain why you applied?"

"Well Mr. Smith, I had broken up with my boyfriend, even though I prefer not to call him that. He said that no matter where I went he would see to it that I didn't get hired. I've been to every financial institution in the city and I've been turned down by everyone.

"I do have a Masters degree in Accounting and have been doing taxes for companies for over fifteen years."

"Why were you let go from the Peoples Bank if they had no problem with you?"

"It's rather personal but my ex boyfriend beat up the manager and then I was fired. I'm sorry, I should probably leave. I'm sure someone will be here soon to tell you not to hire me anyway. I'm sorry for wasting your time." She went to get up and I asked her to wait in our other office.

Something wasn't right here. This woman was very attractive, probably around forty and exceptionally intelligent. I wanted to know what the problem was here. About that time Marci told me that a Stan Folkert wanted to speak to me.

He came in my office and I asked him what I could do for him. At first he seemed surprised that I was a large man.

"Mr. Smith, I here to do you a great favor. A woman by the name of Mary Bernheimer will probably be here to interview for a position in accounting. My client has had a number of problems with her and I'm here to tell you that it is in your best interest not to hire this woman."

I already disliked this guy. I thought I'd play along with him till I got bored. "So is her work less than acceptable? According to our records she has been an exemplary employee till she was let go from her last employer. What can you tell us about her or the client you represent?"

"I'm sorry but all our information is confidential."

"You asshole! You come into my business and try and tell me who I can and cannot hire. Get the fuck out of my office before I have you thrown out! If I ever see you around here again or near Ms. Bernheimer I'll see that both of your arms and kneecaps are broken."

"You are making a very grave mistake Mr. Smith."

My loud talking brought both Marci and my butcher Bruce into the office. I asked Marci to escort Mary into the room.

"Mary, do you know this jackass?"

"Yes, he's an attorney for Romeo Fazio, my ex so-called boyfriend."

Stan started to put his hand near his jacket. "Prick face, if you're going after a gun, Bruce will have a meat cleaver in the back of your head in three seconds. I suggest you take it out slowly and place it on my desk, then turn around, get your worthless ass the fuck out of here, and tell your boss not to send a boy to do a man's job."

"You're making a gigantic mistake, Mr. Smith. She isn't worth it. Do you have any idea who Romeo Fazio is?"

"Sure I do. When you see him tell him Billy-Bob Smith will be waiting for him." Stan must have recognized my name, and went pale as he left the store.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Smith, I should have known better than to apply for a job anywhere. I put people in danger."

I sent Bruce back to the meat department and thanked him for having my back. "Anytime Boss," he replied.

I had Marci and Mary sit down. "Mary, I plan on hiring you but you have to be totally honest with me. If I find out you're lying, we can't help you."

"Are you really the Billy-Bob Smith that killed Lee Fazio?"

"Yes. it was me, but that was a long time ago. I need to know what we're facing now. Please start from the beginning."

"I met Romeo about eight years ago. I never had dated much and one day he approached me at the bank and asked me out. I knew he had a bad boy reputation but every woman thinks she can change that.

"On our first date we had sex. He kind of forced me but I didn't put up the biggest fight. He started seeing me regularly and we always went out to nice restaurants for dinner and he would buy me things. I thought he really liked me but he was just using me like he did a number of women.

"When I told him I didn't want to see him anymore he laughed at me. He said no woman has a choice of leaving him. I would be his till he threw me out. I got pregnant with our first child. Now I knew I couldn't just leave him. My best days were when he just left me alone.

"Shortly after my son was born I was pregnant again with a girl. He laughed and told me how potent he was. I worked during the day and took care of my babies in the evening. We didn't want for anything. I made enough money to support my kids.

"When they were three and four years old I took them and tried to run away. He found me and beat me. He said the next time I tried that he would kill my babies." Mary was crying.

We stopped for a few minutes and Marci got us all some coffee. I had to feel sorry for this woman. Someone had to stop that asshole. I still wondered if he had anything to do with my wife's death. I still didn't believe she committed suicide.

Mary continued on with her story.

"I was taking birth control pills so I wouldn't have any more kids, but didn't tell Romeo; I had to hide them. One day I talked with my boss at the office, his name was Tom Banks. Romeo found out we had dinner together and called me a whore and a slut. He beat up Tom really bad.

"We were just having dinner after doing an inventory. Romeo wouldn't believe me. He took me to his club and let all his friends have their way with me. I went along because I knew he would beat me if I didn't. Afterwards he told me I earned my freedom and to get the hell out.

"The next day when I went to work I found out I was let go. I went to pick my kids up at day care and was told their father picked them up. I called Romeo and he said I couldn't have the kids. I was an unfit mother and he had the pictures to prove it. He had taken them at the gang bang.

"He put my kids in a boarding school. I went to a judge and he said I could see the kids every other Sunday but they couldn't leave the facility. I tried to fight it but I had no job and had to give up my condo and find a cheap apartment. I made sure I was there every other Sunday to see my kids.

"I miss them and I know they miss me. This rest of the story you already know."

"Mary, one more question. Did he ever talk about the death of my wife?"

"He once told me that if I caused him any more trouble that I would end up the same way your wife did. I wasn't sure what he meant because I would never commit suicide as long as my kids were alive."

"Mary, you got the job and you can start tomorrow." She thanked me and even gave me a hug.

After she left Marci asked if we were doing the right thing. I asked her if we didn't help Mary, who would. She gave me a hug and a smile.

Chapter 3 Starting the job:

Marci and Bob were both back running their stores. They were told to watch out for anything that didn't seem right. Mary was working at my store so I figured if there were any problems it would happen here.

She was so smart. She had no trouble at all using our computers and updating many of our files. I stopped in her office and she mentioned a few ideas that would make posting much easier. Before we knew it, it was time to close shop.

I asked Mary if she would like to stop next door at the restaurant and get a bite to eat. She told me she was really hungry so we had dinner together. I asked her if she would be all right going home by herself and she said she thought she would.

Things were normal for about two weeks. Then one day Mary left the store and called me to tell me her apartment was on fire when she got there. I rushed over and the fire department was still there. The chief who was a friend of mine told me that someone left a skillet on the burner and didn't turn it off.

I went to mention it to Mary and she told me she hasn't used the stove in three days. Someone else started the fire. I told it to the Chief and he said it couldn't be proven who might have started it. Most of the damage was in the kitchen area.

"Bill, we had to break down the front door to get in and put out the fire. We would have no way of knowing if someone was here before us. We'll have to list it as an accident. I'm sorry."

Mary was crying. "When is it going to stop? Why won't he just give me my kids and leave me alone? Where am I supposed to live now? Most of my personal things are no longer any good."

I hugged her. It isn't something I normally do, especially with employees, but this was an exception. "Mary, everything will be ok. I'm here to help you."

"I don't have anywhere to go. I've lost most of my belongings. I don't know which way to turn."

"Mary, come home with me. I have an extra apartment since the kids moved out. You can stay there. Tomorrow we'll come and see if we can salvage anything. Believe me, I won't let anyone hurt you."

I called Marci and told her what had happened and that I was going to let Marci stay in her old apartment. Marci was worried for her also. She told me she would take her shopping the next day and pick up some personal things. My kids are the best!

I knew I had to develop a plan to take care of this asshole once and for all. I didn't want to go back to prison but I would if I had to. Mary moved into the apartment across from me and she and Marci did go shopping and pick up some personal items and a few changes of clothes.

The next day we went back and salvaged whatever we could of her things.

Mary and I ate dinner at a restaurant or she would make me dinner at her or my apartment. Bob and Marci stopped by our store every couple of days to make sure every thing was ok. We hadn't had any problems in over a month.

I was beginning to really like Mary. I wasn't the type of person to show a lot of outward affection but I believe Mary could tell how I felt. I was sure Marci and Bob knew it too. They were always able to see changes in me.

I also knew Romeo wouldn't give up that easy. He was the type to lull a person and than strike back. I figured I'd play his game. I had old friends that I trusted to keep an eye out for anyone seeming suspicious. They knew what to look for. I wanted to make sure my family was protected as well as Mary.

It was now October and Marci was planning her wedding. We had a couple of weeks to go. Since her fiancé Lance was a cop, we had a lot of extra cruisers touring our parking lots. If they would come in, we always offered free coffee and donuts.

Our stores would be closing early that day so all our employees could attend the wedding and reception. I wanted the best for Marci. Mary would be going with me. She has told me she felt safe with me around.

I made sure that I had lookouts at each store for the night. It would have been a good time to set some kind of trap. We didn't worry about trouble at the wedding since we had half the police force in attendance for Lance.

The wedding was beautiful. Marci looked like my little angel as I walked her down the aisle. It brought tears to my eyes even though I felt like an overgrown penguin in the tux. If I laid on my back I would look like Shamu the whale. All in all, I made it through the wedding and it was fantastic.

At the reception I removed my jacket and felt much better. I danced with my beautiful daughter and it brought tears to my eyes. She looked a lot like her mother. These were the events that family should be together.

I danced with Mary. We had been intimate a few times but tried not to show our relationship in public. I couldn't hide it from Marci. That girl knew me like a book. She just told be to be careful and I always had her blessing. She and Mary got along fine. 

Near the end of the reception, I got a call. One of my stakeouts found a man planting a bomb under one of my delivery trucks. It was the one I often drove and left it parked in the back of the lot.

The man was on his back and caught dead to rights. I told my stakeout, who had a gun pointed to the bomber's head, to ask him who he worked for. He told him Romeo Fazio. He was being paid ten thousand dollars to set the bomb.

I told my stakeout who knew his shit to walk back to the store and to take the remote with him. When he was a safe distance away to push the button. A few minutes later I heard a large noise.

I was standing next to the Chief of police when my cell phone rang. I told him I had a stakeout at each store and one just called and said someone just blew up my delivery truck. He was going out to see if he could find out anything.

The chief had me call him back and to tell him to stay inside the store till the police arrived. I did as I was asked. The Chief made a couple of calls and said he would get back to me. I told him the wedding reception was about over and I didn't want to ruin my daughter's special day; he understood.

I mentioned it to Bob so he would be aware. Marci and Lance were leaving for a week on a cruise and we didn't want to spoil it for them. Everyone wished them the best as Lance's best man drove them to the airport. Dad was going to manage the store for her while she was gone.

The chief got back to me and said a man was killed while planting the bomb. He was a mess seeing he was caught under the truck during the explosion. He couldn't be immediately identified but his wallet was still in tact, seeing it was in his back pocket.

His name was Tony Fiaety, and he was known to work for Romeo Fazio. They found the remote in Tony's car. He was probably going to make sure I was in the truck before hitting the remote.

They talked to my stakeout. He said he was inside stacking shelves when he heard an explosion. He went to the locked rear door and saw the truck on fire. He immediately called Mr. Smith. He had no idea that anyone was under it.

I received a call from Marci who heard the story on the radio. I told her not to worry about it. It was all taken care of and the police were on it. I told her to just have a wonderful honeymoon. We would be here for her when she and Lance got back.

The chief asked me to not get involved and definitely not do something stupid. He would make sure there were patrols watching our area even more. I told him I wasn't afraid of Romeo, so I wouldn't start any trouble, but I sure the hell would finish it if he got in my face. This was me and my family he was dealing with.

Chapter 4: What next?

It was Sunday and I took Mary to see her kids. I even went in to meet them. At first the receptionist told me I wasn't allowed in but I think I gave her a mind-changer look she wasn't overly happy with.

"Lady, Mary is my fiancée and these will be my future step-children. I suggest you let me see them or I'll get a court order and have a marshal down here in five minutes." I just made up the fiancée part but it worked.

"Ok, I'm sorry but the kids aren't allowed to leave the premises."

"That's fine, we will obey your rules. Mary just wants to see her kids. I think you can understand that." The woman softened a little and smiled.

I meet Mary's kids. It was funny that her son was named Bill; she called him Billy and her daughter Heather. They were so happy to see her. We brought them a few items they had asked her for. She introduced them to me and they were surprised at my size. I sat down and told them I had a daughter and son also but they were grown up now.

Mary was talking to the kids and I glanced outside in the parking lot. I saw a black car parked maybe fifty feet behind our car. I couldn't see any reason for him being there. I called the chief and asked if he had us followed. When he told me no, I mentioned the car in the parking lot.

Twenty minutes later I saw a police cruiser pull up and arrest the man. The chief called me back and said the man had no valid reason to be at a kid's facility. He was searched, as well as his car. They found he had a gun with no serial numbers on it and no carrying permit as well as some pills in an unmarked bottle. It reminded me of what they found on Mary's nightstand.

They also found that he was smoking a little weed at the time. There was more than enough evidence to put him away for a while. Drugs near a school and carrying a gun illegally would tie him up good. He didn't admit he worked for Romeo but the chief and I both knew better.

I didn't mention what went on in the parking lot to Mary. She had enough problems on her plate. When it was time to leave, she cried when she had to say goodbye to her kids. I promised them that we would do our best so they could be with their mother.

Romeo was getting pissed at losing his people. His eye for an eye wasn't working in his favor. I knew we couldn't play the game much longer. He was going after my family, my girlfriend, yes Mary was my girlfriend, and me.

It was time for Thanksgiving and we decided to have it at our house. Mary said she would make the turkey and Marci would help her. I let all my employees at all three stores off early Thanksgiving eve and of course we were all closed Thanksgiving day. They all had families to enjoy the holiday with. This time I didn't even have stakeouts at the stores. The police department said they would make a few extra passes by the stores.

Dinner was wonderful but before we ate everyone made a wish. Marci and Lance for a wonderful life together. Bob and his now fiancée hoped all would work out well for them. Mary had tears in her eyes when she wished she could soon be united with her children. My mom and dad were thankful for such a wonderful family.

They looked at me and asked what I wished for. "I wish that all your wishes will come true. I love you all." That was saying a lot from me. Mainly I hoped another day wouldn't go by with Romeo still alive.

We had a wonderful dinner. We all helped clean up the mess and left the leftovers on the counter to munch on. Everyone was still at the house, and we were playing board games when there was a knock on the door. Marci got up and answered it. It was Chief Harrison.

His name was Henry but I always called him Chief. We actually played football together. "Chief come on in. Have a drink with us."

"Sorry Bill but I'm working. I could use a cup of coffee. I see your whole family is here. I have something to tell all of you."

He sat down and was drinking his coffee. He looked over at Lance who was a police officer in his department. "Lance, has everyone here now been here all day?"

We looked over at Lance. "Yes Chief, we all arrived just after noon and no one has even left the house. Not even to go next door to the store. What has happened?"

He looked over at me. "Bill, Romeo was found dead at his lounge around three this afternoon. There were two pill bottles with no prescriptions on them. They were similar to those found on Mary's nightstand years ago. We know that it wasn't suicide because his hands where both chopped off with what seem like a meat clever. It was then planted in the back of his head."

Everyone looked shocked but me. I very rarely showed any emotion. "Since you have an alibi I'll need to talk to all of your meat department employees tomorrow."

"No problem, Chief. I'll go with you. I'm willing to say none of them would do such a thing."

"Bill, most of them have been convicted of numerous crimes...."

"Yes and every one of them has been clean as a whistle since. All have families and doing their best to walk a straight line." I've always stood up for my friends.

We did go and talk to everyone who worked for me. Every one of them had good alibis and were having Thanksgiving with family and friends. After a month of trying to find out who killed Romeo, the file went in the unsolved folder. The autopsy came back as a drug overdose, how ironic. The MO said the chopped off hands and cleaver in his head was done post mortem.

I suggested that someone who worked for him was thinking he was getting too sloppy and decided he wanted to be the new boss. I told the chief that they probably used the cleaver to throw the blame in our direction. The Chief might just want to keep his eyes open for the new boss of Romeo's mob.




The Grocery Store



Epilogue:

I took Mary to see her kids, but this time we had a court order to release the kids to Mary's custody, the only living parent. They were so happy that they would finally be with their mother. We took them back to Mary's apartment and had a little party for them. My family came over to see them.

The kids were doing fine living with their mother. They didn't miss their dad at all because he hardly ever came to see them. He just didn't want Mary to have them. What was ironic was that she received Social Security for the kids. 

It was funny that after school they would come into the store to be with Mary and me. It reminded me so much of the old days when Marci and Bill would do the same thing.

The kids had a first real Christmas with their mother. We made sure they had plenty of gifts. I've never see Mary so happy. I decided to go for it and pulled out an engagement ring and asked Mary to marry me.

She said yes. We figured we would get married after the first of the year but before summer. We didn't want to interfere with Bob and Cindy's plans. They would be getting married in June.

That night Mary came over to my apartment and we made love. I gave her oral sex till she came. I then laid on my back as she climbed upon my erection and we fucked like rabbits most of the night. It had to be one of my best Christmas's in a very long time.

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The Grocery Store



Editing assistance is acknowledged from JayDavid, 1121, GrammarHotsie, colorados2013, ticklechamgers, and hexglow. 

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I saw her as soon as I walked through the front doors of the grocery store. All these big stores had that entrance so wide that you could drive a truck through it. And maybe they do. 

The check-outs were to the right and as I picked up my basket, I saw her struggling with a baby carriage and a large cart of bagged groceries. It was after 10 on Friday night and I wondered why she was shopping this late. I knew why I was here - I had run out of beer and this store was the closest to my apartment. 

I put my basket down and walked toward her. There was only one check stand open and the night clerks weren't about to go out of their way to help a customer. She looked vaguely familiar and as I got closer, I remembered why. 

"Hi," I said cheerfully. "Aren't you in Anderson's second period College Lit course?" 

She looked up at me in a funny way without a hint of recognition. "You mean "slave driver" Anderson who makes you do an essay every week?" she asked. "Yeah, I'm in that class. Who are you?" 

"Yeah, she's a task master, all right," I answered. "Hi, I'm Jason," I said extending my hand. 

"Kelli," she said as she shook my hand. 

"You look as if you are having a little trouble. Can I help you out with your groceries?" I asked. 

Her face brightened and she smiled. "Sure. That's nice of you." 

"Here, let me take the cart and you can lead the way." 

"O.K." she said, took her hand off the cart and started to push the baby carriage with both hands. I got behind the cart and followed her out past the check stands and through those truck-wide doors. I caught up with her. 

"So, Kelli, why are you shopping so late on a Friday night for god's sake?" 

"It's the only time I can," she replied. "I'm so busy with school and I've got a part-time job and my baby. It's really hard to get things done." We were headed to the right side of the parking lot which had just a few cars in it this late at night. 

"Gee, that sounds like quite a load," I commiserated with her. "I can hardly imagine doing that myself. Doesn't your husband help?" 

"No husband," she replied. "Heather's father took off as soon as he learned I was pregnant." 

"I'm sorry. It must be hard," I said. "So, do you live alone? I mean, with Heather?" 

"Yeah, we've got a place," she answered. "My parents help out with the rent, but I'm pretty much on my own. I mean, we're on our own." 

"Boy, that's gotta be tough." 

"Yeah," she agreed. "But I'm doing O.K." 

We continued on in silence. She was strikingly beautiful in a non-pretentious sort of way. She wore her hair long and had a necklace with a cross. It wasn't cold, but it was cool and she had on a long-sleeved sweater that hugged her every curve. Her breasts were certainly above average and well-proportioned for her body. She had on a tight pair of jeans and a pair of non-descript sneakers. 

As we approached her car, I asked "How old is Heather?" 

"She's 13 months, but she still sleeps like a baby!" she replied proudly. 

"I bet she adds a lot to your life," I said as we got to her car, a little import job with seating for five. 

"Why don't you put her in the car while I put your groceries into the trunk?" I said. Then I added, "Then we can go home." 

"Uhhhhh... O.K." she said after hesitating a moment and proceeded to put her baby into the car seat belted in the middle of the back seat. 

I folded the baby carriage and put it into the trunk with the groceries, and said, "I'll be right back. I'll just return this cart." I didn't wait for a reply, but pushed the cart to the return area and came back to the car. She was standing at the driver's side with the door open as I walked up to the passenger's side. 

"Thanks for your help," she said. 

"You're welcome," I replied and immediately got into the car on the passenger's side. 

She got in the driver's side but left the door open. 

"What are you doing?" she asked. 

"I'm going home with you and then I'm going to take all your clothes off." I looked her straight in the eye. 

"What did you say?" she asked, not believing what she heard. 

"I said I was going home with you and take all your clothes off," I said with an air of authority. 

Her face lost all color and took on a bewildered look. She didn't say anything, but just stared at me. I looked right back at her, waited a moment, and then said forcibly "Close your door, Kelli." 

"We can't -" she started to say. 

I interrupted. "Yes, we can. Now close your door and start the car." 

"Oh, my god," she said as she closed her door and began fishing in her purse for her keys. She found them and put them into the ignition. 

I continued. "When I've got all your clothes off, I'm going to kiss every inch of your body. I'll play with your tits and kiss them and suck them. Kelli, your nipples will be hard as rocks." 

As she looked over at me, her breathing was suddenly ragged and her voice was hoarse. "Oh, my god," she barely spoke. 

"I'm going to spread your legs and kiss your pussy. I'm going to suck your clit and make you come. Then we'll probably fuck," I expounded. 

Her breathing increased and she had a look of total astonishment. She looked straight at me with glassy eyes, but couldn't say anything. 

"Start the car," I ordered. 

Slowly, almost robotically, she turned the key and started the car. 

"We're going to your place. Now fasten your seat belt and back out of the parking space and be careful, Kelli" I demanded. 

Her seat belt came down across her body right between her tits. She put the car in reverse, looked out the back for other cars, and began to slowly back the car. 

I was on her tits before she was out of the parking space. I grabbed them with both hands and crushed and attacked them. They were firm and compliant to my harsh touch. 

"Oh, shit... Oh, my god," she murmured almost incoherently. When the car was completely out of the parking space, she stopped the car to change gears. I turned her face and kissed her full on the lips. I shoved my tongue into her mouth and she took it spontaneously. We explored each other's lips and tongues with fervor. My left hand was behind her head holding her to me. My right hand was assaulting her tits. After a time, I realized she wasn't breathing, so I stopped kissing her, backed away, and sat back on my seat. 

She began to catch her breath and said, half to herself "Oh, my god! What's happening? I can't believe...! Oh, my god..." 

"We're going to your place," I ordered. "Drive." 

She put the car in drive and it began to move forward. 

"How far is your place?" I asked. 

"Uhhhh... About ten minutes," she answered. 

"Good," I said. "That will give me plenty of time to get really hard." 

"Oh, my god..." she gulped as she pulled out of the parking lot to the intersection at the street and stopped at the red light. 

"Which way is it?" I asked. 

"Uhhhh... Let's see... Uhhhh... To the right," she answered as if she had forgotten where she lived. 

"You know, you can turn on red when it's clear," I reminded her. 

"Uhhhh... Oh, yeah... I guess so," she said. She was clearly distracted. 

She turned right and merged into the traffic at just under the speed limit. I reached over and gently put my left hand on her shoulder and rubbed it. She gave a low moan. With my right had I reached across and grasped her right tit. I could feel her slump in the seat. I squeezed and massaged her tit and pinched her nipple through her sweater and bra. 

"Oh, god! Oh, my god! I can't believe this!" she said almost incoherently. 

"Pay attention to your driving, Kelli," I reminded her. 

She straightened a little in her car seat and turning slightly, pushed her chest into my hand. I responded by squeezing her nipple harder. 

"Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god!" she said in rapid succession. 

"Be careful driving," I warned. "We don't want to get stopped, do we?" 

"Oh, god! O.K. Oh, god!" she responded. 

She stopped at another red light. I took my right hand and gently turned her face toward me. I kissed her hard and held her head still while I fucked her mouth with my tongue. 

The light turned green and I let go of her. 

She was trying hard to catch her breath as she pulled forward. Her breath came in pants and gasps. My left hand was on the back of her neck. I put my right hand under her sweater and cupped her tit. 

"Oh, Jesus!" she exclaimed and her head dropped forward a little. I pulled her bra down over her tit and pinched her nipple. She squealed and then moaned "Ohhhh... Uhhhh..." 

"Is it much farther?" I asked. 

"What?... Huh?... What?" she answered, clearly distracted from any conversation. 

"I said 'How much farther is it?' " as I repeatedly tweaked her nipple. 

"Oh, god! Oh, god! Uhhhh... Just up here on the left." 

"Turn signal," I reminded her as I rubbed the back of her neck and kneaded her tit. 

"Oh, yeah," she said and turned on the left signal. I pulled my right hand from under her sweater but left her tit out of her bra. I continued rubbing her neck. 

She was breathing through her mouth in short, fast breaths as she safely made the left turn and then a half block down turned right into the apartment complex. 

"O.K. Where's your place?" I asked. 

"Right up here, Building 14, room 33 on the first floor." She pulled in and parked the car two spaces from her door. She put it in park, turned off the car, and shut off the headlights. She collapsed back into her seat. I quickly unbuckled my seat belt and moved over in front of her. Her eyes were closed. I kissed her hard again and groped her left breast. I broke the kiss and, starting to fulfill my promises, planted sloppy kisses on her face, her eyes, her neck, her chin, her cheek, her nose. She was moaning louder now and moving against my hand. 

I kissed her ear and then whispered, "You are so beautiful. You feel so fucking good." 

She moaned louder. I reached under her sweater and put her bra back over her tit. 

I said "O.K. We're home. Take your keys out and give them to me. Unbuckle your seat belt. You take Heather inside and put her to bed. I'll get the groceries." 

She was in a daze and just said softly "O.K." 

I moved off her and back to my seat. She gave me the keys, unbuckled her seat belt, opened her door, and got out. I got out on my side, went to the back, and opened the trunk. 

"Kelli, honey?" I got her attention and she looked at me over the roof of the car. "Be really careful. Your baby is so precious." 

She smiled a warm, tender, and loving smile. I thought I saw a tear in one eye. 

I handed her the keys, she opened the back door, got the sleeping baby out, and made her way to her apartment door. I reached into the trunk and removed the grocery bags and closed the trunk lid. By the time I got to her door, she had made it inside and left the door wide open with the keys in the lock. I walked in and closed and locked the front door. 

The apartment was neat, but sparsely furnished. I found the kitchen and turned on the light. I put the keys and the bags on the counter and looked through them to find the items which needed to be refrigerated or put into the freezer. Then I turned the light off and went back to the living room and stood, waiting for her to finish. 

The light from an open door down the hall turned off and Kelli came out and quietly closed the door. She looked up and saw me standing there and walked apprehensively toward me. 

"Is everything O.K.?" I asked. 

She nodded her head "Yes." 

I quickly walked toward her before she got to the end of the hall. I took her in my arms and firmly pushed her back against the wall. I held her hands against the wall above her head and kissed her hard. She responded without hesitation, our tongues fighting in that small space. I pushed my body against hers, mashing her soft breasts with my chest, pinning her to the wall. My tongue was halfway down her throat. She was making sounds deep in her throat as I pushed my hardening cock against her and mashed her tits. I moved my kiss from her mouth to her throat. I could feel her gasping for air. I stopped and held my face right in front of hers. 

"Take your sweater off," I ordered. 

I released her hands and moved back slightly. She was still trying to catch her breath as she crossed her arms, reached down to the bottom of the sweater, and pulled it up and over her head. She dropped it on the floor. 

"Take your bra off," I instructed. 

"Ohhhh..." she moaned as she reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and let it fall off as she put her arms down. Her magnificent tits stood straight out like pyramids on the desert. I couldn't wait to go to work on them. 

"Put your hands over your head," I told her. 

"Oh, god... Oh, my god... Fuck... Fuck..." she uttered, and as she lifted her hands above her head, her breasts pushed forward as if they had a mind of their own. 

I cupped her tits in my hands and began to assault them with my mouth and tongue. 

She began to blather almost incoherently and her mouth turned dirty. "Oh, yes... Yes... Suck them... Kiss them... Bite them... Suck my nipples... Yes... Harder... Bite me, you bastard... You son of a bitch... Suck them into your mouth... Is that all the better you can do, you dirty fucker... Oh, god... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Harder... Harder... Yes... Yes... Bite them... Oh, god... Oh, god..." 

She kept this up while I battered first one tit, then the other, then the first, then the other. My spit coated her chest and ran down the front of her belly. I pushed her tits up hard and sucked hard on her nipples and she cried "Oh, my god!... Yes!... Yes!... Oh, fuck... Fuck..." 

Finally, she cried out "Oh, my god, I can't stand it! You have to fuck me! Fuck me! Please fuck me!" 

"Where's your bedroom?" I asked calmly. 

She took my hand and led me down the hall to the room across the hall from her child's room. The hall light was on and imparted a faint glow in the room. She pulled me inside and over to the bed and started to lie down on the bed when I said, "Stop!" 

She jerked to a halt and turned around. Her tits and nipples were red and swollen from the onslaught they had taken. They were shiny with my spit. I pulled her away from the bed one step and directed "Stand still. Hold your hands above your head." 

She mewed as she did as I had instructed. I knew she would not move until I gave her permission. I got down on my knees in front of her, repositioned my now hard cock, and began to kiss her belly and lick her abdomen. I was not touching her with my hands. 

"Oh, god!... Please... Please... Fuck me... Fuck me..." she begged. 

I ignored her pleas and moved my hands to the front of her jeans. I looked up between her tits and her face had a look of desperation and extreme desire. She continued to mumble almost incoherently, pleading for me to fuck her. I unbuttoned her jeans' fly and pulled her pants away from her belly. I kissed around the top of her panties while pulling her jeans down to her knees. I grabbed the top of her panties with my teeth and began to slowly pull them down. I stopped when I got to a small patch of pubic hair above her pussy and kissed all around. Then I reached behind her and pulled the back of her panties down past her butt. 

With her hands still above her head, she was moving her hips, desperately trying to move her pussy to my mouth, but I would have none of that - yet. I grabbed the front of her panties again with my teeth and pulled them down to her knees. My nose brushed her pussy as I did. Her pussy was shaved smooth and her clit was protruding from under its hood. I licked her clit once and she cried out "Oh, my god! You fucker! Yes! Yes! Oh, please! Fuck me!" 

It was all I could do not to suck on her clit right then, but I had made her a promise I had to uphold. I kissed and licked around her pussy as she rotated her hips trying frantically to get my mouth around her pussy lips. 

"Turn around," I told her. She whimpered and slowly turned around to face the bed. I put my face on her butt and felt how delightfully smooth it was. I began to kiss her butt as I pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles. 

Then I told her "Bend over on the bed." 

She bent over at the waist and fairly flopped on the bed. I said "Lift your left leg." She lifted her leg and I slid her clothes off her foot. "Now, your right," I ordered. She lifted her right leg and I took her clothes off and tossed them aside. She was completely naked. 

"Slide forward and put your knees on the edge of the bed," I directed. She did as she was told and with her hands and face on the bed, her beautiful ass was up in the air. "Perfect," I thought. I was still on my knees and I moved forward so my face was next to her ass. I began to lightly kiss her legs and butt, moving all around and sticking my tongue into the crack of her ass. Her unintelligible babbling continued as her face was pressed against the bed. 

It was heaven. I put my hands on the inside of her knees and firmly spread them apart. Her ass lowered and her pussy became more exposed. I kissed and licked her toes, her legs, her pussy, and her butt until I couldn't stand it any longer. "Turn over," I told her. 

She turned over on the bed with her hands still above her head, her knees bent and spread and almost touching the bed on each side. For a second I took in the scene. Her eyes were closed and she was still begging me to fuck her, although she was not as loud now. Her tits, those glorious tits, were displayed in all their grandeur, still pointing their boldness at me and the world. Her soft, smooth belly sloped down and focused my attention to her pussy. Her pussy was open and shiny with her juices. Her clit was just barely pulsing as it struggled to grow and stiffen. 

I leaned forward with my forearms on the inside of her thighs and put my hands under her body. Then, as I had promised, I began to assail her pussy with my mouth and tongue. 

My god, you should have heard her scream! I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth and she began a torrent of obscenities and demands that would have made a drill sergeant blush. She began to thrash her hips about but to no avail as I had her pinned to the bed. She kept calling me a "fucker," although technically I wasn't yet. Her pussy was sloppy and the fragrance erotic as I continued to suck and lick her into a sexual stupor. 

I lifted my head and told her "Your hands are free." Instantly her hands were on the back of my head pulling my mouth into her pussy. She was trying to grind her pussy into my throat, but I remained firmly in control. Sensing that, she moved her hands to her tits, squeezing them and pulling the nipples so hard I thought they might come off. She was in a frenzy, calling me filthy names, pleading with me to fuck her, questioning whether I was man enough to fuck her, mangling her own tits and nipples, and ever thrusting her hips up attempting to force her pussy further into my mouth. 

I thought it was time, so I moved up and began to raid her clit, sucking forcibly on it, trying to suck it out of her pussy into my mouth. 

"Oh, shit... Oh, fucking shit... You filthy fucker... You bastard son of a bitch ... Yes!... Yes!... Yes!!... Oh, my god! I'm coming!! I'm coming!! Oh, my god!! Oh, fuck!! Oh, fuck!" she shouted as her body went stiff, then convulsed, then shuddered deep within her pussy. I was still sucking on her clit when I felt her hands on my head pushing me away. I stopped and laid my head on her leg and watched her as she slowly came down. Her body relaxed and I got up. 

I undressed and crawled on the bed and straddled her without sitting on her, just under her tits. I leaned forward and my rock hard cock was between her tits. Eventually she looked up at me, then down at my cock. "Oh, god!'' she uttered. She moved her hands up and pressed her tits together against my cock. I began to move my cock up and down between her tits. I moved up a little more and my cock touched her chin. She grabbed my cock with both her hands, opened her mouth, and guided it into her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down while sucking ferociously. Both her hands barely reached around it and her mouth was stretched tight as she took it in. 




The Grocery Store



"O.K., Kelli," I said. She opened her eyes, looked at me, and released her grip on my cock. I moved down between her legs, positioned my cock to her now sloppy cunt, and slowly began to fuck her. She grunted with every thrust I made as I slowly but steadily gave her more and more of my cock. Before I had made it all the way in, she was flaying her head from side to side and just moaning "Oh... Oh... Oh..." 

I finally reached the end and she lifted her legs up. I hooked my arms under her knees and began to fuck her with a relentless rhythm. She took all I could give her. 

Then she said "You... Fuck... Real... Good." 

"So do you." I was hammering her pretty good, pulling out almost all the way, then plunging back in hard. I could feel my balls slap against her with each stroke. 

"Hit... Me... Harder." 

"What was that?" I asked. 

"HIT... ME... HARDER!" she yelled impatiently. 

I pushed her knees toward her shoulders and increased the frequency and force of my attacks. She joined in my rhythm with "Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh..." 

"That's it!' she shouted. "That's real good! Real good! Oh, so fucking good!" 

I must have pounded her pussy for another five minutes, when I heard her say "O.K.! O.K.! Almost there! Almost there! Keep fucking! Keep fucking me, you bastard!" 

Well, who was I to argue with that? I kept up my relentless pounding of her pussy. I could feel it getting close, too. We both were sweating profusely, but we kept at it. 

Then, she cried out "Oh, my god! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm coming! Oh, my god! You fucking son of a bitch! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I released her legs and she stretched her body out as much as she could, holding it stiff while she pounded the bed with both fists. 

I came, too, with burst after burst of cum dumped deep into her cunt. I got weak in the knees and could hardly hold myself up above her. Finally, she stopped pounding with her fists and her body relaxed. I pulled out and lay on my back beside her. Neither of us spoke. Her tits were still as beautiful as ever with those red, abused nipples. Her breathing eventually slowed and she rested peacefully. 

I gave her about ten minutes and then started on her again - this time without as much foreplay but with just as much noise. We kept it going for two more hours when I finally gave out and let her go to sleep. 

Later I got up and dressed as I watched her sleeping peacefully. As I was leaving her bedroom on my way to get a taxi back to my car, she called out sleepily "Jason?" 

I stopped, turned, and answered "Yes, Kelli?" 

"Thanks for helping with the groceries."



The Grocery Store Clerk



Jack was the manager of a supermarket. He did all of the hiring and all of the performance reviews. He always enjoyed an interview with a young high school or college girl. Jack would purposely find a way to drag the interview out as long as possible. Bob, Jack's senior manager brought to his attention that one of the cashier's cash tills had come up about $75 short.

"Who is it" asked Jack. 

"Nikki S. is the cashier Jack. She has had some cash issues before but never for this amount" Bob replied.

"Ask her to come see me at once" Jack said. 

Jack had a particular soft spot for Nikki. She was a sophomore in college and somewhat naïve. Nikki was a knock out girl though. She was about 5 foot 5 inches tall with long brown hair and medium sized yet perky breasts. Jack though that she probably weighed about 110 lbs. She was always friendly to all of the customers and employees. Jack was experienced enough to know that no matter what a person appears to be on the outside they may be someone else on the inside. 

After a few minutes Nikki walked into Jack's office with Bob. 

"Nikki, come in and have a seat. Bob you can go, I'll handle it from here" Jack said. Bob walked out of the office shutting the door behind him.

"Nikki, do you know why you're here" asked Jack. 

"Bob told me that my till was short money. I always try to make correct change. I'm sorry" Nikki replied.

Jack was looking at Nikki's employee file. "You know that this isn't the first time this has happened don't you" asked Jack. 

"Y-yes I know. I guess sometimes I just get a little confused" Nikki answered. 

"Nikki, you are a very nice girl. You are always helpful and polite to our customers. But tell me, how can I be sure that you aren't stealing" Jack said.

Nikki looked concerned. "I swear I didn't take any money Jack. How can I prove it to you" Nikki asked.

Jack smiled to himself and stood up from his desk. He walked around his desk and behind Nikki locking his door as he spoke. "Nikki I want you to stand up, empty your pockets and place the items on my desk" said Jack.

Jack sat back down at his desk. Nikki stood up and emptied her pockets. She had a stick of gum, 55 cents in change and her car keys. 

"Is that everything" Jack asked. "Yes that's it" said Nikki pulling her pockets out for Jack to see.

"How do I know that you're not hiding the money somewhere else like in your shoes or under your clothes" Jack asked Nikki.

"I-I don't know. I'm not I assure you" Nikki said looking concerned.

"Well Nikki the way I see it is either you can prove to me that you do not have the money or I can call the police and they can escort you out of the store and to the police station where they will make you prove it there. Of course this will mean that you will have a record on file with the police department." said Jack. He knew that what he had just told her was stretching the truth but knew she was naïve enough to where she might just believe it.

"Please no, not that. I'll be embarrassed in front of everyone" Nikki pleaded. "What do you want me to do" she added.

Jack had her at his mercy and he knew it. "Well I suppose you can start by taking off your shoes and socks and handing them to me." Jack said.

Nikki did as she was told first her left foot, and then her right foot. She handed her shoes and socks to Jack who proceeded to inspect them. He found nothing as expected. Jack wasn't about to stop there though.

"Nothing here, how about your shirt? Are you hiding something there" Jack said. 

"You mean you want me to take off my shirt" Nikki asked surprised. 

"Look Nikki, I'm 45 years old you have got nothing that I haven't seen before. Either you do this here or you'll have to at the police station. It's your choice" Jack replied.

Reluctantly Nikki still standing, began to unbutton her shirt. She stood there with her shirt unbuttoned and the middle of her bra showing.

"Please hand me the shirt so I may inspect it" said Jack.

Nikki slowly removed her shirt and handed it to Jack crossing her arms over her bra covered breasts. Jack held her shirt out in front of him pretending to inspect it. The whole time he was checking out Nikki's half naked body. "The shirt check's out okay. Please take off your pants" Jack said.

Half frustrated and half humiliated Nikki unbuttoned her pants and dropped them to her ankles. She looked at jack and he nodded to her. Nikki stepped out of her pants and handed them to Jack. Nikki was now standing in front of jack in just her Bra and panties. Jack was in heaven. 

"We've gone this far we may as well finish the job just to be sure" Jack said. 

"Please no Jack then I'll be naked" Nikki pleaded

"It's the only way to be sure" Jack said.

Nikki started to cry as she took off her bra and panties and handed them to Jack. She was now completely nude in front of her boss. Her breasts were just like Jack had imagined. Her nipples were hard and her pubic mound was shaved in a neat triangle.

"Now do you believe that I didn't steal the money? Can I please just get dressed?" Nikki asked.

"Not just yet there are still some places where you could be hiding money" Jack said as he got up from his desk. He walked around behind Nikki. "Please put your arms straight out in front of you" Jack asked. Nikki did as she was told. Jack then cupped her breasts with his hands. His thumbs flicked her hard nipples as he lifted her breasts, smashing them against her chest. Nikki was speechless as she couldn't believe this was happening. Jack took the liberty of fondling her breasts for a bit longer before finally releasing them. They had felt so soft and warm. 

"Please spread your legs apart and bend over the desk" Jack demanded. Nikki while shocked at what was happening was getting turned on by this. She did as Jack asked. Jack spread her ass cheeks apart and then rubbed his hand on her soft round ass. He then kneeled and his face was just inches from her pussy. He spread her lips with one hand and stuck a finger in with the other hand. Nikki jerked a bit but made no attempt at moving away. Jack could take it no longer. He shoved his face between her legs and started to eat her pussy. Nikki moaned with pleasure and ground her pussy into Jack's face. After about 2 minutes Nikki could take no more.

"Please Jack fuck me. Fuck me now" Nikki screamed. 

Jack didn't disappoint. He dropped his pants and slammed his cock into her. It felt awesome. Here was Jack, 45 years old and banging a girl half his age. Finally Jack and Nikki came at the same time.

"Nikki, I didn't find any money. I apologize for the inconvenience you may now go" Jack said.

"Mmmm, there was no inconvenience Jack. Maybe you'll need to bring me into your office more often" said Nikki.

"Well I could use a secretary" said Jack. Nikki smiled as she dressed and walked out of the office.

"I love my job" said Jack as he sat back in his chair and put his feet up on the desk.