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The Unexpected Visitor

By: MoonStar



"It's finally Friday!" Heather declared after clocking out from work. She hurried out the doors of her office building and to her car, anxious to get ready to go out on the town for the evening. 

She arrived at her building at around five-thirty, plenty of time to make it for happy hour. She runs up the stairs, unlocks her door in a rush, and starts immediately stripping her clothes off to hop in the shower. 

As she steps into her bathroom, completely nude by this time, she stops to look at herself in the mirror for a moment. "Time to get ready to party, girl," she told herself as she inspected her body. Checking for blemishes, she thoroughly inspects her face and neck. She begins to run her hands over her skin, enjoying the feel of her hands over her cool body. Her hands run down to her breasts, cupping one in each hand. They are more than a handful, with large areolas. She pinches each nipple between her fingers, and, unexpectedly, she lets out a slight moan. She begins to cease the motion, but then allows herself to continue.

"Ooooooh..." she trailed, as she gently massaged her tits.

Before long, one of her hands began to trail downward, toward her waiting pussy. Not one to observe formalities, she immediately plunged two fingers inside of her. 

"Oh, god...that feels good..."

Her fingers moved in and out of her wet cunt, the other hand by now giving attention to her clit. She finger-fucked herself for a minute or two, then stopped.

"Save it for tonight," she told herself, now more than ever looking forward to finding a guy to go home with.

Heather stepped into the shower. Bending over to reach the faucets, she turned the water on. A spray of cold water immediately blasted out. After a moment it subsided, and the heat arrived. She began to soap herself up, getting a good lather going, when she brushed her pussy again.

"Mmm...maybe I don't have to wait..." she thought. The feel of her wet, soapy hand against her clit sent tingles all through her body, and she knew she couldn't wait all night.

She again trailed one hand down to her cunt, putting three fingers this time inside. She almost immediately began to orgasm, letting out moans of pleasure.

"Oh, god...yes...that feels good..."

No sooner did she begin to cum than she noticed a guy walk into her bathroom. She attempted to regain her composure, but found it difficult.

"Who...is it?" she asked timidly.

"It's John. I was just gonna borrow a movie when I heard you yelling. I just came in to see if you were okay."

"I'm fine...but I could use some help. " 

John was obviously shocked by her invitation, as they had, up until that point, been only friends. But, it was an invitation that he could not refuse.

He began taking his clothes off, trying to hurry, fumbling slightly in his shock. Heather watched from the shower, finger-fucking herself as she did.

"Take it off and get your cock in here," she said seductively. "I want to taste your cum."

With that, John finished undressing and got into the shower with her. She leaned him up against the wall, got on her knees, and cupped his balls in her hand. She played them around a bit, her tongue occasionally getting a taste. After a moment, she moved her focus to his rock-hard cock, stroking it slowly.

"You are so hard..." she groaned.

"Suck it," John said, over his initial shock.

Heather complied, gliding her lips around the head of his dick. She sucked and stroked him some more, then suddenly deep-throated his entire nine inches. A hand still played with his balls as she began sucking, playing her tongue along the underside of his shaft. 

"Fuck my face," she insisted.

John grabbed her hair and began to fuck her face, gently at first but gradually harder and harder.

"I'm gonna cum!" 

Just as he said that, he shot his load into Heather's mouth. She kept her lips firmly around his cock, feeling it spasm in her mouth as she sucked every bit of his cum down her throat, twirling it around her mouth momentarily, enjoying the taste.

"Mmm, you taste so good."

She stood up, trailing her hand up his cock, up his body, and to his face.

"I have to get you hard again."

She grabbed the soap, got behind him, and began to spread soap over his chest, wandering down to his dick. She soaped up his balls and shaft, gently massaging, until his erection returned.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," she told him as she stood up, turned around, and spread her legs. John, happy to obliged, aimed his cock at her cunt and filled her up in one push.

"Oh god, yes! Yes!" she screamed.

He started thrusting as hard as he could, fucking her as hard as he could, but she kept screaming at him to fuck her harder. 

"Yes, John. Fuck me! I want your cum inside my pussy!"

After a few moments, John felt the urge building.

"I'm gonna cum..."

"Cum inside me, John...please..."

He shot his load inside of her and rode out her last orgasm. They turned on the shower to clean up, helping each other wash, then got dressed.

"Thank you, John. I needed that," she said, exhausted.

"No problem," he said. "I needed that as much as you."

"Anytime," she said with a wink.

The Unexpected Visitor



I was in the middle of preparing my evening meal when the phone rang. It was my dear sister Phoebe who as soon as I got the receiver to my ear sounded off about her latest ailment.

"You what...?" 

"Been to the doctor...?" 

"What is it...?" 

"Ah, pain in the tummy." 

"It's not...!" 

"Oh, a touch of indigestion... I'm..."

From the upstairs flat came the ear-splitting noise of what passes for music these days. This was followed by raised voices, a scream and a loud bang. The music ceased.

I tried to finish what I was saying but Phoebe had butted in with what I took to be another complaint.

"Phoebe, you'll have to speak up; there's the most frightful noise coming from the upstairs flat, I can barely hear you.

There was the sound of a door slamming above.

Phoebe was still moaning on at the other end of the phone when the doorbell rang.

"Hold on a minute Phoebe," I said, interrupting the flow of her complaining, "There's someone at the door; be right back."

The doorbell rang again; a long impatient blast.

"All right I'm coming, I'm coming."

I opened the door to find a girl, probably about eighteen or nineteen standing there. She was dressed in the casual rags of modern youth; a tattered pair of jeans that hung partially open down the front over a swollen belly , a dirty shirt of some kind, her bare feet in a pair of plastic sandals and incongruously a short moth eaten fur coat. She looked and smelt like she hadn't washed for a long time and her dark brown hair was lank and greasy. Over her shoulder was slung a large bag. Most noticeable of all, she was either exceedingly fat or very pregnant. I opted for pregnant.

Without a word she walked into my flat and plonked herself down on the settee.

"Can I help you?" I asked, struggling to remain polite despite the gall of the female strolling, or rather, waddling in like that.

"I'm from the flat upstairs," she said, not answering my question.

"Ah." 

I had seen the two youths who occupied the flat above mine. One was a scrawny Jesus look-alike and the other seemed bent on proving that we are indeed descended from apes, if that isn't being too disrespectful to apes. I had also observed the succession of females who came and went in their flat as they passed up and down the stairs. I could not recall having seen this particular girl, and being so vastly pregnant I think I would have noticed.

"Look," I said, "I'm on the phone..."

"That's okay," she said, as if giving me permission, "You finish your conversation." 

I returned to the phone and said, "Sorry Phoebe, it's someone from the upstairs flat just dropped in..." 

"No, not one of those scruff bags, it's..." 

"Yes, a girl..." 

"About eighteen or nineteen I should say..." 

"No, no, I won't get involved..." 

"Yes, I've learned my lesson..."

"No, I won't...look Phoebe, I'd better hang up now and find out what the girl wants..." 

"Yes, I know, I'll ring you back."

I replaced the receiver with a sigh of relief; ever since Brenda had walked out on me Phoebe had plagued me nightly with her combined desire to off-load her latest woes, and to lecture me on the dangers of being involved with women. Come to think of it she had plagued me from the day I married Brenda.

I turned to my self invited visitor. "Now what can I do for you?"

"You've got a crazy pad," she said, again not answering my question.

"What do you mean?"

"It looks like some place I saw in a film once; some story written by a guy called Diggins or Dirkson or something."

"You don't mean Charles Dickens, do you?"

"Yeah, that was the name. You really must be educated. All this crazy old stuff you've got; you in to old are you?"

"I just like picking up interesting looking pieces," I replied.

This was not the whole truth. Since Brenda cleared out and had taken me for a heap of money I'd had to take on this cheap flat. It was originally one large room on the first floor of an old three story house. It had been converted into flats by putting up partition walls to make a living area, bedroom, kitchen and a shower alcove. The furniture was the result of bargain hunting and a bit on restoration work that I did myself. I must say the place looked fine as far as I was concerned.

"I'm Rowena Talbot, by the way," the girl said. "You can call me Rowe. What's your name," she asked.

"George, and you can call me George," I replied heavily.

She rose and waddled over to the kitchen and looked in.

"Not bad," she commented. "By the way, something's burning on the stove."

"Oh God, I've forgotten all about the meal I was cooking." I rushed into the kitchen and retrieved the pan, just about saving the contents from total incineration.

"You cook?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Not married?"

"No."

"You have been."

"Yes...how do you know?"

"Dunno, you've just got that look about you. Do you always cook dressed like that?"

I was still wearing the trousers, shirt and tie of my business suit with an apron tied round my waist. 

"It depends on what time I get in from work. I was late tonight."

She laughed; "Quite the little housewife aren't you."

She had got me thoroughly irritated so I said more sharply than I intended; "Look, will you kindly state what you want."

"You talk la-di-da, don't you," she said, apparently trying to mimic my manner of speaking.

"I've never thought about it and..." I was going to ask her once again what she wanted but she cut in before I could go on.

"What's that stuff your cooking?"

"It's called 'stir fry'."

"Sounds weird; what's in it?"

"Lots of things; chilli, broccoli, carrot, onion, cauliflower, garlic, chicken, noodles and capsicum."

"Jesus, you go to all that trouble; why not just get a takeaway?"

"I don't care for takeaway."

"It's all I ever eat," she said. "Have you got a coke? I'm thirsty."

"No."

"What's that stuff over there?" she pointed to the drinks cabinet.

"Whisky."

"I'll have some of that."

"Do you think you should in...in er...your condition?"

She patted her bloated belly and said, "It'll do it good. Get it going with the old kick kick."

I poured her a small whisky and said, "When you've finished that I think you'd better go back upstairs."

"Can't."

"Why?"

"Had a row and walked out."

"Yes, I heard the noise. There was a terrible bang."

"Chucked his boom box at him didn't I!"

"I see," I replied, having no idea what a boom box was. "Your husband might have calmed down by now and be getting anxious about you."

"What husband?"

"Well, the father of your child then."

"I've no idea who that is. Probably some guy where I come from, but can't be sure. It's certainly not one of those bastards up there. They only picked me up in the shopping mall a few days ago."

"But surely they'll look after you."

"Oh yeah, they'll look after me all right. They've fucked me night and day ever since I went with them."

I was horrified. "Surely in your condition you shouldn't be engaging in...er...er...intimate relations?" 

"That's a fancy way of putting it. It's okay, they can't get on top of me I'm too far gone," she said, patting her belly again, "so they come in from behind."

She took a swig of the whisky and began to cough and splutter.

"Gawd, that strong," she gasped. "Can I have some of that stuff you're cooking?"

I had managed to rescue most of the meal from its potential fiery demise but I had only prepared for one. I was half mind to refuse her, but somehow she seemed to have taken over so all I said was, "If you like."

"I'll tell you if I like when I've tasted it," she said.

The situation seemed to have got out of hand, or more accurately, out of my hand and into hers. I had never associated with anyone like Rowena before, my main social contacts being those with whom I worked in the Public Service. I was really at a loss to know how to approach this seemingly impervious young woman.

I handed her a plate which she ignored and said, "Help your self."

She speared a little of the stir fry with a fork and I unwisely waited for her to taste it to see her reaction before I put out my own plateful.

She took a mouthful and after a few chomps on it swallowed and said; "Bugger me, that's bloody good."

She took the plate I had offered and then proceeded to help her self to more, in the process scraping the pan clean. She plonked the plate on the kitchen table, sat down, and bolted the lot in no time flat.

I began to say, "That was intended for my..." but she interrupted me.

"That was terrific. I haven't eaten properly for a couple of days."

I rallied my self-respect and said, "Now look here Rowena, you've drunk my whisky and eaten my food, I think it's time you were on your way."

She looked unperturbed and said, "Yeah, I suppose so. Let's have twenty bucks will you?"

"What?"

"I'd say lend me twenty bucks, but I know I won't pay it back."

"I'm not giving you twenty bu...dollars," I protested. "You walk in here as if you own the place and then expect me to part with my money. I know about your type. You don't bother to work like everyone else; you expect the government to hand out taxpayer's money to you; you think of nothing but sex and drugs and then have the cheek to beg."

"That's right," she grinned, still unruffled. "We're the poor little street kids, the homeless, the unfortunate ones; the ones they whine about on television but never do anything about."

"Haven't you got parents you can go to."

"Nah, the old lady wouldn't let me in the door."

"Why not; did you do something really bad?"

"What she called bad, not what I call bad."

"Like what?"

"She caught dad having sex with me."

"My God, he raped you?"

"Nah, it was great. It was me that got him to fuck me and he was the best fuck I've ever had. We were on for a couple of years before she caught us. She screamed the place down, silly bitch. I mean, what harm were we doing just enjoying ourselves? She had no reason to gripe, she hadn't opened her legs to him for years."

"So you got kicked out?"

"Yeah, the old man would have kept me there but I was under age when we started fucking and the old lady said she'd report him to the police if I didn't clear off...look, are you going to let me have that twenty bucks or not?"

"No."

"But I've got to have something so I can get somewhere to crash for the night."

"You won't get much for twenty dollars."

"Make it forty then if you're in to charity...look, I can't go back up there, they'll only want to fuck me again and it's starting to be uncomfortable."

That set me off on another train of thought.

"What have you done about the baby?"

"What do you mean, done about it?"

"Who is your doctor?"

"What doctor?"

"The one who's monitoring your pregnancy."

"You don't think I'd go anywhere near those creeps do you?" Bloody hell they're just the one's who screw you up."

"But surely...which hospital are you booked into?"

"None."

"But you can't be more than a few days off giving birth, you should have booked in long ago."

"Garbage; I've read where women are working in the fields; they feel the kid coming so they duck behind a bush, drop it out and get straight back to work."

"But you're not..." I gave up. "What are you going to do...tonight I mean?"

"If you won't let me have the money I'll have to stay here."

"You can't stay here," I gasped, horrified at the idea that we should be alone together for a whole night. 

"Why not? Look if you let me stay the night you can fuck me. I know I said it's uncomfortable, but if your careful, it'll be okay; a deal?"

"No it's not a deal and I don't what to fu...to have intimate relations with you."

"You mean if I stay here you won't try and get it up me?"

"Certainly not."

"Thank God for that. You gay?"

"No I am not gay and I have no intention of sexually molesting you.

"I love the posh way you talk George, I think I could listen to you for ever."

"Well you won't be listening to me for ever. I'll let you stop here for one night but you must move on tomorrow."

"Great," she said, "where do I sleep?"

There were only two possibilities, the bedroom or the settee that opened out to form a rather unenthusiastic bed. I looked at Rowena and her obviously uncomfortably swollen belly. She had shocked and disgusted me with her language and demeanour but I could not help feeling a twinge of pity for her and the child she carried.

"You can use the bed," I said hastily before I changed my mind.

"Great, where is it?"

"Where you'd expect to find it, in the bedroom of course," I said. 

She laughed and pointed upward; "Up there it's all one big bedroom." 

"Well it's not here." I went to the bedroom door and opened it and Rowena looked in.

"Jesus, just look at that bed its fantastic, it'd house four people; just the thing for an orgy; you going to sleep with me?"

"I certainly am not," I replied self-righteously. "I shall sleep on the settee. It opens out to make a bed."

"I wouldn't mind if you slept with me, I mean, you said you didn't want to fuck me, so what's the difference."

"To me a very big difference. Now, it's nearly ten o'clock, I haven't had anything to eat, and in your condition I think you should get an early night."

"Yes daddy," she mimicked. 

She was right, I was beginning to sound like a parent, and whilst at thirty six years of age I could no doubt have fathered her, I had no wish to stand in for her incestuous parent.

"I'd be obliged if you'd take a shower before you go to bed," I said haughtily.

Rowena looked at me quizzically; "Are you sure you don't want to screw me. Some guys like you to be all fresh and clean before they fuck you, others like the female smell. You in to fresh and clean George?" 

"To be frank," I said, "I don't want your unwashed body in the bed that I shall be sleeping in when you've left."

"Ah, its hygiene is it," she smirked.

"Yes, if that how you want to put it. Now, since you've eaten my evening meal I shall get on and prepare myself something else, so if you wouldn't mind...Oh, by the way, shouldn't you go and get your things from upstairs?"

"Things? I've got all my things in the bag."

I looked at the bag she had been carrying when she arrived. It didn't look as if there was much in it and I said so.

"It's got all I need," she replied. "I sleep in the raw so I don't need nightwear; I've got a clean pair of knickers, another pair of jeans and a dress, so what more do I need?"

I gave up, shrugged my shoulders and went into the kitchen to prepare a meal of eggs and bacon. Rowena made for the shower alcove.

I was half way through my meal preparation when from behind me Rowena asked, "Do you need to get anything from the bedroom? I might be asleep otherwise."

I turned to see her standing naked by the kitchen door. Taken aback I stared at her. She had obviously showered and her hair was still damp. I saw her great distended belly and her heavy breasts. A narrow strip of pubic hair ran from her mons down under her groin. 

I had seen Brenda naked but oddly I had never felt as moved then as I now did looking at this girl. She did not arouse me sexually, she was too bloated for that, but instead a wave of compassion swept over me. For a moment I wanted to put my arms round her and tell her everything would be all right.

I snapped out of it and said shortly, "Watch the bacon and eggs, and don't eat them; I'll get some bedclothes from the closet and my clean shirt for the morning."

"Okay George," she said in a tone that almost resembled meekness.

I got the things and dumped them on the settee, and then returned to my belated meal. Rowena was standing watching over the cooking.

"Get to bed" I told her.

"Yes George; and it would be good to have a nice man like you in bed with me."

She went leaving behind her a very confused George.

I slept badly that night and apart from the rather uncomfortable 

bed/settee I had awful dreams that seemed to involve a series of pregnant girls storming my flat. When I woke I felt as if I hadn't slept at all.

After showering I dressed and had breakfast. Then I remembered I had draped my suit jacket over the back of the chair in the bedroom. Rowena had still not appeared, so I had to creep in to the bedroom to retrieve the jacket.

Rowena was still asleep and picking up my jacket I looked at her. It's strange how different people look when they are asleep. It's as if they become unravelled; the cares and worries fall away from them and you can see things you do not suspect about them.

Rowena's face looked a picture of innocence as she lay there. The tough impenetrable girl looked very vulnerable. I thought of the child she carried within her and wondered what would become of it, and Rowena.

I decided to let her sleep on. "She'll have left by the time I get home from work," I thought.

I made my way to work, a disturbed man. I kept asking myself why I should trouble myself over a street slut who would let anybody have her body for a place to sleep, and I couldn't find an answer.

On my drive home from work that evening I had an odd feeling of purposelessness. For a few hours the previous evening I had encountered someone who was larger than life as I had experienced it up to that time. Thoughtless, greedy, immoral and irritating were just some of the attributes I gave her, but for all that, she had brought, for that brief period, an exciting new dimension into my existence. What would I go home to now? An empty flat and a sister at the other end of the telephone whining about the latest ailment she had discovered.

I put the car away in the lockup garage and wretchedly climbed the creaking stairs to my flat.

Entering the flat I sensed immediately that something had changed. It was nothing physical I could detect like you can when you've had burglars invade your home. It was a sort of vibrancy in the atmosphere.

The next moment I was immobilized with incredulity. Rowena waddled out from the kitchen wearing my apron.

"There you are," she said like a scolding wife, "you didn't say what time you'd be home, so I couldn't start to cook the meal, but I've got it all ready." 

Recovering I burst out with, "What the hell are you doing here, you're supposed to be gone."

"How could I leave," she said in her imperturbable manner. "You wouldn't give me any money; most guys wouldn't want my body the way it is, and in any case I don't want to risk the kid at this stage. Where else could I go?"

"There are organizations..." I began.

"Now you wouldn't want me going to those places, would you. Look, I won't be any trouble. I can cook and clean the place while you're at work and there'll be a meal ready for you when you get home. You might even find I'm nice to have around."

Whatever else having her around might be, "nice" was not a word I would have used to describe it.

"I thought you couldn't cook," I said.

"There you go," she taunted, "You didn't listen to me properly, you men never do. I never said I couldn't cook; what I said was I'd been eating takeaways. Now just go and wash or whatever you do and I'll get the meal ready."

I could barely believe what I was hearing. This totally unexpected and uninvited girl had virtually taken over my home. I was about to protest when the phone rang. I knew exactly who it would be so picking up the receiver I said, "Hello Phoebe."

The usual crackle of woes began at the other end, so I cut in harshly, "Phoebe, I haven't got time to talk to you now, I've got someone with me..." 

"Yes, if you must know it's a woman...a girl..." 

"Yes Phoebe, I said 'a girl', and for your further information she's pregnant and soon to give birth."

There was a howling gasp at the other end of the line, I said, "I've got to go Phoebe, I'll phone you when I'm not busy, goodbye."




The Unexpected Visitor



"Hell, was that a girl friend?" Rowena asked with a note of admiration in her voice; "You really told her George. You're so nice I didn't think you had it in you."

"It wasn't a girlfriend it was my sister, and if you're going to get the meal ready you'd better get on with it."

"Right, George," she said.

She disappeared into the kitchen leaving me wondering what frightful concoction she would come up with. I went off to wash my hands.

Returning to the living area I saw a cloth had been laid on the table and the knives and forks placed meticulously. This girl really had me mystified.

Shortly Rowena emerged from the kitchen carrying two plates. 

"There you are," she said, beaming at me.

"But that's what I was cooking last night!"

"That's right, how clever of you to notice. I thought since I deprived you of it last night I'd better come up with it again tonight."

I'd noticed something else as well; since I'd arrived home she hadn't used a single piece of foul language. I decided not to comment on this since it might get her going again, but I did say, "The food looks good."

"Then stop staring at it and eat," she admonished.

I ate, and it was good. Certainly it was better than my cooking would have produced.

"Like it?" she asked. I thought I detected a slight note of apprehension in her voice.

"Yes, it's excellent."

She gave a sigh that sounded like relief.

"I can do just as well with other recipes," she said.

Utterly at a loss to know where I was going in this situation I simply grunted, "Good."

What the hell was I going to do with this girl? Since Brenda had left me I had renounced all but the most necessary contact with women. The only female I spoke with at any length was Phoebe who seemed only too happy to pass negative judgment on her gender. I didn't want a female in my flat, and certainly not a street slag like Rowena, but want her or not, I seemed to have got her.

I contemplated removing her by main force or call the police, but how do you manhandle or have the police bundle out a girl who has just cooked your meal and is next door to giving birth? 

I thought I would attempt verbal persuasion again, but before I could get a word out she said, "If you would like to tell me what you'd like to eat tomorrow evening and let me know what time to expect you home, I can have it ready for you when you arrive."

Not for the first time she had taken the wind out of my sails. What on earth could I say to this girl to get rid of her without feeling like a rat?

With that question buzzing in my head, another thought insinuated itself. 

"Do you want to get rid of her, George?"

Then began one of those arguments we often have with ourselves:

"Of course I want to get rid of her."

"But didn't you think about the emptiness of the place on your way home?"

"Yes...but that doesn't mean I want a female around the place."

"What do you want to do, throw her out onto the streets with her shortly to give birth?"

"I could give her some money to go away; sixty...no...eighty dollars..."

"Will that solve her problems, George, or yours for that matter?"

"I don't have any problem except getting rid of her."

"Are you sure you don't have a problem George?"

I ignored that question. 

"Anyway, how do I to cope with a pregnant woman? Suppose she gives birth in the flat?"

"Might be a challenge for you; get you away from your own problems."

"I said I don't have any problems."

"Go on then he-man, throw her out..."

"George, I as wondering, would your rather I slept on the settee and you have the bed?"

Rowena had cut across my self contemplation impudently taking it for granted that she was staying. Once more I surrendered.

"No, no, I can manage on the settee. In your condition you need the bed, it's more comfortable."

I looked across at her and saw her chin trembling. I thought she was trying not to laugh at me, but then she asked; "Why are you so nice to me, George?"

My God, the wiles of the female; how did you chuck out a girl who has just asked you a question like that? 

Trying to assert myself a trifle I said, "I'm not being nice to you Rowena, I'm simply tolerating you because of your condition. If it's not me it will have to be someone else, and since you seem to have been landed on my doorstep, I suppose I shall have to put up with you."

Having said that I withered inside; what a dreadful thing to say to another human being, especially one who has been trying to be helpful, even if for self-seeking ends? I felt utterly remorseful and guilty.

Rowena heaped coals of fire on my head when she said, "Thank you, George, I knew you wouldn't throw me out."

It was my turn to start swearing, but I did it silently.

"Bloody crafty conniving woman; she'd somehow known I'd be a soft target. I should kick the little bitch out right now before she takes over my life completely."

"If you don't mind, George, I'll just do the washing up and then make an early night of it. It's a bit tiring carrying the ever present one around all the time."

I looked across the table at her. She seemed very weary. When she had arrived the previous evening she had appeared full of violent energy, now it was as if she had relaxed, or rather, given in to the burdens she carried. It was rather like those people who when involved in some natural or manmade disaster, are sustained for the duration of the blow, but afterwards break down.

"I'll do the washing up," I said a trifle gruffly, "you get off to bed."

"That's very thoughtful of you George, but I can..."

"Go to bed," I said a bit more snappily than I intended.

She smiled and stood up. I noticed for the first time what she was wearing. It was a faded cotton dress, stretched tight across her abdomen to breaking point, and dragged up the front of her legs to half way up her thighs.

She looked pitiful and poverty stricken and my heart suddenly seemed to swell up in my chest and I wanted to cry for her.

There are all the waifs and strays, all the starving homeless human dross, unnoticed, uncared for, blamed for their plight by those more fortunate. All around us there are such people. I had always felt overwhelmed by the amount of human misery in our world, and had buried myself away from it. Now here was just one of the millions about whom I could do something.

It was in that moment I made my silent resolve. "I shall see this through. She may be a crafty bitch just using me...exploiting me...but I don't care. I shall stick with her until I know that she and her child are safe, and I don't care how long it takes."

Gently I said, "Sleep well, Rowena."

She smiled at me and replied, "You too, George."

I set about the washing up while Rowena showered. She did not appear before me naked that night.

As if her words, "You too, George," had been a sort of benediction upon me, I did sleep well that night.

Next day I seemed to have stepped into a new life. From the pointless driving from an empty flat to work and from work back to an empty flat, I found that my life had taken on meaning. I had a reason to work and a reason to go home. I had purpose...responsibility...there was someone depending on me...two people depending on me.

Rowena, like some bird making a nest before laying its eggs, had set about making changes in the flat. She'd moved furniture, rearranged ornaments and pictures and despite her condition scrubbed the place till it shone.

I suppose I might have been angry at this further invasion of my space, but I found it touching and a trifle humorous. In the mornings she got my breakfast and fussed over and brushed my suit before I went to work. She even took to giving me a peck on the cheek as I left for work and arrived home.

On the eighth night of her stay in my flat I was woken by a yell followed by groans. I raced into the bedroom to find Rowena gasping with pain.

"George its coming...its coming...my water's broken."

From the time I agreed to Rowena staying in my flat I had know this would happen, but when it did I felt a wave of panic.

"Can...can you walk?" I asked tremulously.

"I think so, she said...just a minute." She gave another groan and with my aid managed to sit up, then got on to her feet. 

"If you can get down the stairs I can drive you to the City Hospital."

There was no more talk about dropping it behind a bush and getting straight back to work. I did not even bother to change from my night clothes. I simply put on my dressing gown and with Rowena leaning on me managed to get her to the car.

I drove to the hospital emergency entrance and with Rowena once more leaning on me began to take her inside. We were spotted by an orderly who raced out with a wheel chair and in no time we were on our way to the labour ward. 

In a flash the hospital bureaucracy was upon us with forms to be filled out. Rowena having told them her name, I first found myself being addressed as Mr. Talbot. I corrected this by pointing out my name is Porter. This set the form purveyor in a buzz.

"Are you a relative?"

"No."

"Then what...er..."

"She lives with me."

"Oh...I see. Then you are the father of the..."

"No."

"Then who is the father...he should be informed."

"I don't know who the father is."

The official turned to Rowena who was in the middle of a mighty "Ow."

"Who is the father of the child, Ms. Talbot? We'll let him know you're in labour."

"Ow...I don't know."

"Ah...well..." 

As if needing someone to pounce on to compensate for the lack of answers to vitally unimportant questions she said to me sternly. "Since you are not the father and not a relative, I must ask you to leave, Mr. Porter."

"Ow, he's not bloody leaving," yelled Rowena, swearing for the first time in days.

"I'm afraid he'll have..."

"I said he's not bloody leaving," howled Rowena with even greater volume than before.

"But hospital regulations..."

"Ow... stuff your regulations he stays or I'll sue for wrongful arrest or assault or something"; then looking at me anxiously she asked, "You will stay, won't you George?"

"If you want me to," I replied.

"Of course I bloody want you to, your all I've got in the world. You wouldn't leave me with a lot of...ow...strangers, would you?"

"Well since your presence seems so important to Ms. Talbot, I suppose we can stretch a point," grumbled the official. She departed with her partially completed forms.

A more empathetic nurse replaced the paper work official and shortly after a doctor appeared. There was a brief conference the substance of which passed over my head, but the upshot was, "Probably in the next hour or two."

I sat by the bed holding Rowena's hand as her "Ow's" increased in frequency and intensity.

I had not anticipated being present at the birth, and felt a bit squeamish at the thought of what I was about to see. When the time came all doubt left me.

I witnessed the miracle of birth. A new life entering upon the world to face whatever might come, to be what it might grow to be. I wanted to laugh and cry, to kiss and hold Rowena, the one who had been the bearer and would now be the preserver of that life for years to come.

"It's a girl," the nurse announced.

The child emerged around eight o'clock in the morning, so at nine I went to a telephone and rang the office, telling them I would not be at work as a family crisis had arisen. I should have liked to tell them of the true circumstances I felt so elated, but knew it better not to.

When I returned to Rowena another wonder awaited me; she was breast feeding the child. I felt like I wanted to cry again, but restrained myself.

"She's beautiful, isn't she George?" 

I looked at the somewhat crumpled scrap of life and decided that wisdom dictated I agree. "Yes, Rowena, she's really beautiful." 

I wanted to add something about the beauty of seeing her breastfeeding but felt too shy to give voice to my thoughts.

About ten o'clock Rowena, in her authoritative manner, released me from my vigil to return to the flat so that I could shower and change and have something to eat. In a less commanding manner she asked, "You will come back, won't you George?"

"Yes, I'll come back," I replied.

Returning to the flat I got myself in order and then began to have disturbing thoughts.

"A baby! What do you do with a baby?"

I remembered hearing how potential parents got things ready weeks, even month, in advance. Preparing a nursery, buying cots, prams and all sorts of things; there was no chance of a nursery but what about the other things? I realised that I had no idea what to do.

In the ground floor flat lived a widow, Mrs. Gordon, around seventy years of age. I knew she had children because I had seen them visiting her. I resorted to Mrs. Gordon for aid.

She knew about Rowena stopping in my flat and could hardly have missed her pregnant condition on the odd occasions Rowena had left the flats at the same time as Mrs. Gordon. 

When I explained my dilemma to Mrs. Gordon she gave me that, "Oh you men" look and said; "Look George, if you like I'll go out shopping with you and we can get what you need. There's a bit of time yet, so let's make it tomorrow morning, all right?"

I thanked her profusely and set off for the hospital, stopping on the way to buy a bunch of flowers. The florist asked me if they were for a special occasion so I simply told her it was for a birth. She made the same mistake the hospital official had made and assumed I was the father.

I didn't bother to correct her as no official documentation was involved. I ended up with a bunch of red roses and was naïve enough not to know the significance of such a floral gift.

When I came to Rowena I proffered the flowers and she burst into tears and extended her arms to me.

"George, oh George, what a lovely thing to do, I didn't realise."

I thought I was just doing something nice and was taken aback by the fervour with which the offering was received.

She held on to me for a long time and despite my past misogyny I confess I liked it. She was very soft and warm and if I hadn't been in such an awkward position bending over the bed I would have lingered in the embrace for much longer than I did, but my back began to ache.

I sat and held her hand while she prattled on about the wonders of her new infant and I missed the point at first when she asked, "What shall we call her?" It was the "we" that didn't connect at the time.

After much name consideration I came up with Juliet and Rowena was delighted; so Juliet it was.

I did not tell Rowena about my shopping arrangements with Mrs. Gordon, leaving it as a surprise when she brought Juliet back to the flat.

As I went to leave Rowena she again extended her arms to me and kissed me on the lips saying, "I do love you George; you know that, don't you?"

I enjoyed the kiss so much that in my emotional confusion I simply said, "Yes, I know that."

I left a flushed and glowing Rowena sitting up in the bed.

I may have wanted to surprise Rowena with the things I was to get for Juliet, but I was due for a surprise myself.

Mrs. Gordon took me first to a baby department in a big store. 

"You won't need a cot first up," she said, "a bassinet will do nicely until the baby is a bit bigger. You might need a carry cot...one of those safety ones to use in the car. You won't need a pram for a while but if you want to buy one now..."

We did "buy one now," along with cot covers, baby clothes and nappies.

In the toy department a rattle was purchased and Mrs. Gordon made the point that all children loved teddy bears, so why not get one now for later?

We went on to buy a bewildering array of powders and lotions the purpose of which failed to register with me.

We seemed to emerge with a mountain of goods; in fact a member of the staff had to help us cram it into the car. I found myself with a severely depleted bank balance.

Mrs. Gordon came up to my flat to help me arrange things commenting, "George, this isn't really a good place to bring up a little one."

Now it did register. Something went "Zap" in my head and my bowels churned. 

"My God, what have I done? I've set the place up as if..."

"What shall we call her?" "We"!

"I do love you George; you know that, don't you?"

"I'm trapped. That crafty female has snared me like a rabbit, and gullible me fell for it like a simple idiot. Oh my God."

"Well that's going to change George. She's not playing you like a fish on the end of a line. She can come back here but as soon as she's fit I'll find another place for her to live. There must be hostels and places for girls like her."

It was time for my hospital visit so I steeled myself not to be too nice to her.

Oh, how our resolves melt before the very source of their making! We make New Year resolutions and in no time they melt away as we succumb to the very things we resolved to do or not to do.

When I came to Rowena she was breast feeding again seated in a chair. 

"She must have known when I was coming," my weary brain moaned. "She knew that I would be overcome by the sight of her with the baby. Is not determined woman the most devious of all creatures?"

She held the baby to her with one arm and extended the other to me. I fell for it yet again. I knelt down to receive her embrace and she drew me close to her, so close in fact that my head was resting on her free breast. I could smell the sweet fragrance of her milk.

"They're letting me come home tomorrow, George," she said.

"So soon?" I queried, a little quiver of panic shimmering through me.

She laughed; "It's not like the old days, George. I'm not sick, I've just had a baby, that's all."

I could not resist a quip. "You won't be going straight back to the fields to work, will you?"

She gave my head a playful tap. "No, I shall take it easy for a while, and when I'm properly recovered we'll be all right."

I wasn't sure what "all right" meant but didn't pursue it. Instead I went on to a practical matter. 

"After tomorrow I shall have to get back to work, will you be all right alone in the flat?"

"Of course I shall, silly man; I told you I'm not sick, I just need a bit of time for things to settle down, if you see what I mean."

I thought I saw; after all, I had seen her poor vagina being stretched as Juliet came out.

I arranged to pick her and Juliet up at ten o'clock the next morning and made my way home.

Since Rowena had gone into the hospital I had returned to my old bed. I had not slept very well. The bed was redolent of Rowena; not anything unpleasant and perhaps it was in my imagination since all the bedclothes had been changed. It was just a sense of her female fragrance lingering and I could almost feel her presence.

I made an arrangement with Mrs. Gordon who would, as she put it, "Pop up and see the poor thing while you're at work, to see she's all right."

At the due time I picked up my charges, having brought in some items of baby's wear nominated by Mrs. Gordon as being needed. 

Rowena was thrilled when she saw what I had bought. "Oh George, you're so kind; these things must have cost a fortune; Isn't he kind to us, darling?" she asked the somnolent Juliet. 

Rowena's delight at the clothing I had taken in to the hospital was as nothing to the excitement when she saw the rest of the things I had bought. 

"Oh George, George, what a wonderful thing to do; I had no idea...Oh, you're a darling."

Poor Juliet was almost crushed between us as Rowena embraced and kissed me.

I disengaged myself from Rowena's enthusiastic clutches and pointed out that Mrs. Gordon had been my guide and mentor in making the purchases.

Rowena was all for going straight down to show her the baby and thank her for her help. Like an anxious husband I protested that Rowena must rest, and Mrs. Gordon would be coming up the next day to see her.




The Unexpected Visitor



Rowena, quite overcome, burst into tears. I cuddled her and said, "You mustn't cry or you'll curdle your milk or something."

We both laughed at that and Rowena said, "Talking of milk it's feeding time."

With that she sat down and unbuttoning her shirt, took out her breast, and began to feed Juliet.

This was torment time for me. I was so moved by the beauty of her breast feeding I felt a lump in my throat. 

In all the excitement of birth, the buying of the baby things and bringing Rowena and the baby home, I had hardly taken a good look at Rowena. She had of course diminished considerably, and although all had not sprung completely back in place, she showed all the signs of being quite an attractive girl.

Even apart from her heavy milk laden breasts she was buxom. Her dark hair now frequently washed shone rather fetchingly, I had to admit. 

Her face had been somewhat swollen during pregnancy, but was now fining down into rather attractive regular features. On the whole she was a good looking young woman.

She looked up at me watching her feed Juliet and smiled. 

"You like watching me breast feed her, don't you?"

"Yes, I think it's rather lovely."

"I've heard that there are guys who find it revolting and even some women who won't breast feed their baby at all; I love it."

I was deeply puzzled by this girl. At our first meeting she had been coarse and loud mouthed, revealing what to me were shocking sexual adventures she had experienced. Once seemingly settled in my flat, whether I wanted her to or not, she had become gentler, more congenial.

On first acquaintance I would never had put her down as a potential tender loving mother, but here she was apparently transformed and showing all the signs of maternal attentiveness.

"How," I asked myself, "could so rapid a transformation take place? Was it the effect of motherhood or something else as well?"

I remained mystified. 

The feeding over Rowena asked me, "Would you like to hold her while I get the things ready to change her?"

Not only had I not held Juliet, but to the best of my memory, I had never held a baby at all.

"I might hurt her or drop her," I protested.

"Of course you won't drop her or hurt her, just hold her firmly. Babies love to be held securely."

A nervous transfer took place...at least, it was nervous on my part, but once I got Juliet firmly in my arms I began to enjoy the feeling. She made a few sucking noises, and then appeared to go to sleep. 

I thought, "I'm holding a little piece of humanity in my arms." 

Rowena disappeared into the bedroom and I started to gently rock Juliet and hum some old nursery song. I began to meditate on the wonders of birth and growth then a slight noise made me look up. Rowena was standing by the bedroom door looking at us. Embarrassed I stopped rocking and singing.

"Oh, why did you stop, George, it was beautiful."

I think I actually blushed at being caught in such a sentimental act, so I said nothing and handed Juliet back to her mother.

Long into that night after Rowena and the baby had settled down, I contemplated my situation. How had I got into this state of affairs? Me, the woman hater who had for several years had defended himself against the presence of women in his life now, not only entertaining a female, but a self-declared sexually promiscuous girl and her daughter, and was actually beginning to like it.

I had noted the amazing change that had taken place in Rowena, but what about the even more amazing change that was taking place in me. I was beginning to behave like a husband and a father. With this thought I realised that if I was going to get rid of these two trespassers into my life I would have to act soon. If I did not get rid of them quickly I could see that they would continue to insinuate themselves into my life further than they already had.

Some time after I had gone to bed and dropped off to sleep I was awaked by crying. "The baby!"

I jumped out of bed and tore into the bedroom to rescue Juliet from whatever ailed her. Rowena was reaching over into the bassinet. 

"What is it? What's the matter with her? Is she ill?" I gasped out.

"Whatever's the matter with you George?" Rowena asked, poised between picking up Juliet and looking at me, "you've gone white."

"Is she ill...what's wrong with her?"

"George, it's time for her to be fed, that's all. For an intelligent man you really can be dumb at times. You'll have to get used to her crying for her feed. Now stay with us while I feed her or go back to bed."

The temptation to see Rowena again feeding Juliet was too strong, so I stayed, watching Juliet suckling, making little slurping noises as she did so.

"Is she going to wake up for a feed at this time every night?" I asked.

"Probably, until I start to wean her." She laughed causing Juliet to give something that sounded like a hiccup. "You'll have to get used to it George. Now do go back to bed or you won't be fit for work tomorrow."

"The nagging wife," I thought, and returned to bed and sleep.

Rowena's and Juliet's stay with me extended into six weeks. I had moments of stern resolve when I fully intended to ask that they leave. I would of course, I told myself, give them all the help I could to get settled somewhere. 

In the meantime Rowena increasingly took over. From looking after the flat and cooking she inveigled money out of me in order to do the shopping. Unexpectedly she was meticulous about handing me recepts for her purchases, accounting for every cent. 

I had not asked for a report, fully expecting she would try to use some of the money for her own purposes. I found myself extremely moved by her accounting, but after the first couple of times I did not even glance at the receipts.

For all my stern resolve to be rid of them, every time I was about to make the attempt, there was just one more thing that stopped me. Increasingly the stoppage was connected with Juliet who seemed to have reached my heart. I refused to admit that I was developing paternal feelings for her, but looking back, that is exactly what was happening. I loved the little thing and took every opportunity to hold her. I even got around to changing her nappies.

One morning when I was leaving the flats to go to work I was stopped by Mrs. Gordon at the front door.

"If you don't mind me saying so," she began, "that young woman's clothes are in a bad state. Do you think you could do something about it?"

It was true that while I had provided for Juliet I had not thought about Rowena with respect to clothing. What she had and wore was just what she had originally arrived with.

I had no idea what sort of clothing I should buy for Rowena, so having Mrs. Gordon right there I resorted to her again.

"Look, could you help out. I mean would you take Rowena out and buy her some suitable clothes? 

Again I got a "typical man" look from her, but she assented eagerly enough. We arranged that Mrs. Gordon would pay in the first instance and I would reimburse her. I did not ask her how much she thought it necessary to spend in case I changed my mind.

Before we parted Mrs. Gordon repeated what she had said before; "These flats are not a fit place to bring up a child you know."

Arriving home that evening I was greeted by an ecstatic Rowena. She flung her arms round my neck and kissed me, pouring out her thanks for my "generosity." How generous I had been I still had to learn from Mrs. Gordon.

There had to be a parade of the items purchased that included a couple of dresses that looked quite nice, a pair of jeans and a black suit that I believe is called a "pant suit." Then came a pair of flat heeled shoes (Brenda always wore high heels), stockings and finally came the revelation, along with some ordinary items of underwear, a set of very flimsy panties and bra.

"These are for when I stop breast feeding Juliet," she said. "Mrs. Gordon thought I needed something to make myself feel nice."

I had an image of Rowena clad in these items and tried to quickly dispose of it. I made some comment about how good she would look in them and left it at that.

Rowena seemed disappointed and came to me and kissed me again in a manner I can only describe as fervent.

"George," she said quite blatantly, "I'm perfectly okay now, when are you going to make love with me?"

I felt the blood drain from my face. I had never been the world's greatest lover, in fact, in Brenda's estimation of my virility on a scale of one to ten I scored about two. She had constantly derided me for my lack of technique, withering such zest as I had. 

When she left me she at first told me she just wanted to have her "own space." Later, after I had argued and pleaded with her, and at the point of her departing the flat, she had one final vicious remark to make.

"If you really want to know, I'm going to live with a guy who's twenty years old who's been fucking me for the past six months. He's got one the size of a rolling pin and isn't afraid to use it." 

With that she departed and only made further contact when she wanted to take me for all she could get.

If her description of her lover's sex organ was an exaggeration, it was also her final and successful attempt to psychologically emasculate me. Add to that my sister Phoebe's lectures on the evils of her own gender and the stage was set for the entrance of George the woman hater.

Behind the misogyny was the fear of the very moment I now faced, the challenge to perform sexually.

"I have no intention of making love with you, Rowena," I said with all the hauteur I could muster.

Rowena looked at me for several moments before responding. Then said, "George, I thought you loved me; you've been so kind to us, Juliet and me, and you gave me red roses, I was sure you loved us. Is it because of what I told you about my father and the other guys? It didn't..."

I couldn't listen to her going on about her immoral sex life. I cut across her speech and said "No."

"Then what?" Don't you find me attractive? Do you think I'm defiled, not fit to be loved like a man loves a woman? Come on, tell me. Let's have the truth."

"It's not that."

"Then for God's sake what is it? George, I'm twenty years old; I'm not a nun vowed to chastity. I'm a sexually vibrant flesh and blood woman, I need a man and preferably one I love and you damn well know I love you, so tell me."

"I can't."

I had physically backed away from her into a corner of the room. Without thinking my hands had covered my genitals.

"Then what is it George? Do you find me repulsive? I've only loved one other man in my life and I lost him. You said you're not gay, so what is it?"

"I can't tell you."

Tears of anger were rolling down Rowena's cheeks. I felt utterly lost and wretched. 

"George, if you don't tell me what it is about me that you find so repugnant that you can't fuck me, then it must be something pretty terrible, so what is it?"

"It's not you, it's me."

There was a long pause as Rowena stared at me. 

"She did something to you, your wife; she's made you..."

"All right, if you must know, I can't do it, or as you would say, 'I can't get it up'."

"Oh George, you poor sod, of course you can. It's just a matter of the right woman. There are some women who aren't yielding enough, not giving enough. I can help you; I can fix your problem."

"I don't want it fixed."

Rowena released her anger. "Then why have you been so keen to watch me breast feeding Juliet. I'll tell you why; you wanted to look at my tits. You lusted for me and haven't got the guts to admit it."

"No it was Juliet. I loved looking at her as she..."

"Yes, yes of course, its Juliet you want. It's her you love, not me. You can love a baby because it's safe. Love a grown woman and you put yourself in danger of being hurt again. That's it, isn't it? You've put up with me for her sake."

"No, it's not like that..."

"Sod you, George."

She went into the bedroom shutting the door firmly behind her.

I had a hell of a night. She was right, I did want Juliet. I wanted something I could love and care for unconditionally; someone who would not challenge me at my weakest point, someone I could give to without fear of being confronted sexually.

Next morning Rowena did not appear before I left for work. I spent the day in mental turmoil making all sort of unforgivable mistakes in my work. 

Arriving home that night worse was to come. An aggressively miserable Rowena had prepared my evening meal as usual, but in the midst of it there came a knock at the door.

When I answered it I was confronted with the Jesus look-alike and Mr. Ape from upstairs.

"Hey man," said the Jesus look-alike, "you got our babe living with you man."

"Yeah, man" mumbled Mr. Ape, "we figured she's okay by now, so how's 'bout you release her to our care, man? We saw her first man, so we figure it's time we took over, man."

"I don't know what you mean."

"This guy don't listen good," said Mr. Ape.

"Cool man," echoed Mr. Jesus.

"Listen man," said Mr. Ape, "We don't want no trouble, man. We just want to talk with our babe, man."

Ape tried to push past me into the flat.

"Please, don't do that," I asked politely. 

"Get out of our way, man, or well fix you good," responded Jesus.

Ape was foolish enough to raise his arm as if to strike me.

I do not wish to boast, but earlier in life, realising that I was not the violent type, and at the same time understanding that some people took advantage of a mild disposition, I began a course in martial arts which I have continued to maintain. I truly had no wish to hurt anyone, but felt it necessary to be able to look after myself.

When Mr. Ape raised his arm, without thinking I sent him spinning back into the corridor, his head striking the wall.

"Hey man," wailed Jesus, backing off at some distance, "we don't want no trouble man. We just wanted to let the little lady know we're still upstairs."

With that Jesus, helping Mr. Ape to rise, departed upstairs.

I anticipated no further trouble from that direction, but trouble there was from elsewhere.

Returning to the table to finished eating I was confronted by a belligerent Rowena who looked as if she was spoiling for a fight.

"I heard all that," she growled. "They wanted to see me and you had no right to stop them."

"But...I..."

"Who the hell do you think you are? You don't want me, so what's your problem."

"I do want..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure you want me. You want me to cook your meals and clean this lousy place, but I'm telling you, I sick of playing the Virgin Mary. You don't want to fuck me, but they do, so why shouldn't I go up there?"

"Rowena, the baby!"

"Yes, the baby; that's what you want isn't it? Something you feel safe with, something you can love and fuss over without any challenge to your manhood. Well I've had enough. I'm going up there and you can spend the night listening to us fucking."

"But Rowena, the baby, you've got to feed her..."

"You fucking well feed her you're so keen to have her."

She made for the door and almost like Brenda when she left, she turned to fire a final shot. "Tell you what I might do, I might let those two suck my tits...I'll feed them."

With that she stormed out and I heard her going upstairs.

Rowena had been yelling at me and this had awakened Juliet who was now howling. I went to the bedroom and picked her up. I was utterly devastated. I had given up the idea of getting rid of Rowena and Juliet. They had become part of my life; in fact they had given me back my life. Now it was all being wrenched away from me again.

I held Juliet who was still crying and began to weep myself. I rocked the baby saying, "It's all right sweetheart, daddy's here, daddy's here."

I knew it was Juliet's feeding time and was at a loss to know what to do. I raged against Rowena. How could she leave her baby knowing it was dependent on her for nourishment!

I was about to resort of Mrs. Gordon for advice when I remembered that we had bought a baby's bottle and a tin of some powdery stuff, "For when I start to wean her," Rowena had said.

I had no idea how to go about preparing it, but I found detailed instructions on the tin's label. I began mixing the stuff and warming it and when, having put it in the bottle I tried to feed Juliet with it, the response was rejection and a further crying cacophony.

We sat, two utterly wretched creatures, one hungry for food the other hungry for...for what? What did I need from Rowena? Perhaps she was right; what I wanted was a cook and a cleaner. 

No, it was more than that. Rowena had anchored me in life. She was right too about Juliet; she posed no threat to me and my wretched impotence. 

"You're not a real man, I told myself, you're a bloody pathetic wimp."

Juliet yelled for a while then went back to sleep in my arms. I sat, a bundle of misery for I don't know how long. I heard noises and raised voices upstairs and my tortured imagination pictured the sexual activity going on.

There was a bang, then silence for a few moments, then the door opened and Rowena walked in. She stood just inside the door looking rather like a child about to be reprimanded for some misdeed.

"Did you have a good time?" I asked bitterly.

"No."

"Do you think you can spare the time between fucking to feed your child?" 

"Yes; give her to me."

I handed over Juliet and Rowena sat down and exposed her breasts.

"Don't tell me you've got some milk left after feeding Jesus and Ape!"

Tears started to roll down Rowena's cheeks.

"George, you silly bastard, you don't think I really..."

"That's what you said."

There was a long silence. I looked away from Rowena, not wanting to be moved as I always was by her breast feeding. Finally she broke the silence.

"George, if you don't want me because of what I told you about all the guys I'd had sex with, I want you to know it wasn't true."

"I don't believe you," I said maliciously.

"I didn't think you would, George, but I promise you it wasn't like that."

"Really, not even with your incestuous father?" I asked sarcastically.

"All right George, if you want to put it like, I did have sex with my father, and as I told you, I was the one who initiated it."

"You would."

"Bloody well listen to me George," Rowena yelled, setting Juliet crying again.

I took up the weapon; "See, you don't care about upsetting your baby."

She calmed a little. "George, I want to tell you about me and my father; will you listen to me?"

"If you must tell me, then tell me, but for God's sake don't take all night about it."

"I loved my dad, George, really loved him. He's a good man, like you..."

"Huh," I snorted.

"My mother made it very plain she didn't really care for him or about him. She even boasted of denying him what she called, 'His conjugal rights.' I don't know what was eating her and perhaps I never shall, but I do know my dad was always very good to me, and I wanted to give something back to him."

"When I got into my mid-teens I came to realise that dad was having no sex life at all, and I thought it was one way I could show him how much I loved him if I offered myself. It may have been wrong and you are probably condemning me, but I really did want him."

"When I first approached him he was horrified and it took a long time to bring him round to the idea of having sex with his own daughter, but I can be very persistent."

"Don't I know it," I thought, but did not interrupt.

"I don't doubt he could have got himself another woman on the side, but I think he had been so humiliated by mum, that like you he wouldn't risk another woman. He knew I loved him and wouldn't do anything to hurt him, and I finally won him over."

"If you need another confession from me George, I really won him over by a trick. I didn't have any reason to suppose he was anything but a normal man, sexually speaking. I started to watch him closely and I finally caught him masturbating."




The Unexpected Visitor



"I walked in on him and said, 'You don't have to do that anymore, dad, you're going to have me'. He was so worked up he couldn't resist, and we came together."

I know what you would like me to say...what most people would like me to say...that it was terrible, that I'm psychologically harmed and all that. Well, I'm not...or if I am, it was my mother walking in on us that did the harm."

It was beautiful with him; he was so gentle and caring and but for my mother I'd still be doing it with him; but when she threatened to expose him for incestuous sex and with his under aged daughter, I knew I'd lost."

"You see, dad has a pretty high profile position in the community and it would have destroyed him."

"So he dropped you," I sneered.

"No he bloody well didn't George. I dropped him. He would have held on to me, but I cleared out; I disappeared."

"So your father is Juliet's father?" 

"No he isn't. He couldn't be. It was one of mum's nasty tricks to get him to have what he called his 'little operation'. She'd told him if he had the operation she'd start having sex with him again, and when he did have the operation, she laughed at him."


"So who is Juliet's father?"

"When I cleared out of home I took off to another city. I met a guy who seemed nice and we shacked up together for a while, then I got pregnant and when I told him he pretended to get all clucky. He hung around for a while and then he disappeared."

"So you went from one man to another?"

"George, you seem set on believing the worst of me. I didn't go from one man to another, in fact I didn't go to or with any man; and if you're thinking 'Social welfare loafer', you're wrong on that score as well. I haven't had a cent of taxpayer's money, but not because I'm virtuous. I'd disappeared and wanted to stay disappeared. If I tried to get social welfare I'd have been down on someone's bureaucratic lists, and traceable. I've even felt worried about the hospital having information about me."

"Then how did you live?"

"I got work washing dishes, cleaning, anything as I kept constantly on the move. When I got to this city I was just about at the end of my tether. I really couldn't work any longer, my pregnancy was too far gone... and then..."

"Then you got picked up by those two specimens upstairs."

"That's right George."

"And you paid your rent by letting them...letting them..."

"Fuck me? Is that what you want to say George?"

"Yes."

"Well I didn't. That was just my story to you. That's how we had the row. I wouldn't let them near me and I ended throwing the boom box at them; then I came down to you."

"Why to me?"

"I saw you a couple of times from their flat window as you went to work and came home. I thought you looked nice and clean so...well for God's sake George, I was desperate. I was due any time; I had no money, no shelter, so I just took a chance."

"And I fell for it!"

"George, whatever you think about me...a slut...whore...incest lover...whatever you think of me, answer me this honestly; have you been happy having me...us...here?"

I didn't know how to answer, or rather, I didn't want to answer. In truth I had become more than happy with Rowena and Juliet present in my life. I had begun to feel human again instead of the automaton I had been, following blindly a routine that had lost all meaning for me.

Rowena, seeing my hesitation said, "It's all right George, you can be blunt. Juliet and I will leave anyway and I'll risk the social welfare people. We can..."

"No," I almost shouted. 

I suddenly saw myself flung back into the dreary days I had experienced before they came into my life; the office, the lonely flat, a complaining criticising Phoebe and solitary meals. 

"No," I repeated more quietly, "you can't...mustn't go."

Rowena had finished feeding Juliet and was busy changing her on the kitchen table. I had followed her to the kitchen and was standing by the door as she looked up at me.

"Can't? Mustn't?" she asked slowly.

"Stay here Rowena," I said. "If...if...if you must have sex then I won't criticise...won't interfere...don't take Juliet away..."

"Juliet! Yes, of course, you want her...you want to love her even if you have to put up with me screwing around. It's not for me you want us to stay, is it?"

"Rowena it's not that I..."

"Okay George; perhaps stupidly I told you I love you...we love you, but if you can't love me...can't even like me a bit, what's the use. We'd only make life hell for each other, and what would that do to Juliet in the long run?"

"It isn't that I don't like you, Rowena, it's just that I can't...you know..."

"Perhaps you don't give yourself a chance, George...you don't give me a chance. I don't want to go screwing around but I don't want to be a celibate either. I want love, George, physical love with a man I love and that man is you, but if you won't even give me a chance at breaking through whatever sexual barriers you've put up, what can I do?"

She had finished changing Juliet and picking her she came to stand near me.

"If you like me just a little, George, why can't you give me the chance to show you my love?"

"You know why, Rowena."

"I know what you told me, but why let someone who's given you a bad time spoil the rest of your life?"

She had pulled close to me, Juliet in one arm, the other round me. Almost without thinking I put an arm round her as if to embrace them both.

"I do..." it was on the tip of my tongue to say I loved her, but the old monster held me back from pronouncing that dangerous word, so I said, "like you very much."

"The come to bed with me. Let me love you. I won't push it, but just let me have you near me and you never know what might happen," she whispered.

I knew this was the moment. If I rejected her, refused to go to bed with her I was certain that sooner or later she and the baby would be gone.

"All right," I said.

"Oh George, I promise you won't be sorry...I promise."

I felt sorry for her, a warm blooded young woman, having a neuter in her bed, but I had to take the chance, or lose them.

"I'll put Juliet down," she said, "then I'll be ready; come on."

I would have liked to delay the evil moment, but knew Rowena would see through me, so I went with them to the bedroom.

Rowena placed Juliet in her bassinet and tucked her in, then began to undress herself. I knew there was no point in delaying so I began to strip and as I did so in my head could hear Brenda's derisive remarks when I used to undress in front of her. Rowena said nothing.

She pulled back the bed covers, got into bed and extended her arm in invitation. I got in beside her and she pulled the covers up again and snuggled against me.

She was soft and warm and I could feel her heavy breasts pressing against me. After a while I felt her hand start to explore my body, starting at my chest and working downwards.

"You've got a nice body, George, do you know that?"

"I don't think it would win any prizes," I said.

"You put yourself down too much George; I think you've got a great body."

Her hand came to rest on my slack penis and she began to gently stroke it. At the same time she pulled my head down and began to kiss me softly.

After a while she started to flip my foreskin over the crown of my penis and asked, "Is that nice George?"

I had felt the first tingle of an incipient erection so I answered, "Yes, very nice."

She increased the intensity of her manipulation of my foreskin, and now there was no doubt about it, I was actually getting an erection.

She began kissing me again, but this time more urgently, her tongue striving to enter my mouth. I let her push through and felt her exploring the recesses of my mouth. I was beginning to quiver with mixture of sexual tension and anxiety that things would go wrong.

I think it was her lack of insistent demand that was winning me. She was so soft and yielding, so tender in her kissing and touching that I began to respond.

I reached down to her vagina and began to very tentatively touch it. She opened her legs to make it easier for me, and I felt her warm moistness as my fingers explored her.

Her breasts were pulled even tighter to me and if they had not been full of milk I am sure I could not have resisted caressing and sucking her nipples.

She ceased stroking my penis and without a word she lay back and spread her legs and began encouraging me by gently pulling me to indicate I should come over her and enter.

This was it, the moment of truth. If I penetrated her would I be able to finish what I had started or would my erection wither, leaving me once more shamed?

Rowena was murmuring softly; "It's all right George, I love you and I believe you love me, so everything will be all right."

I came over her and she carefully and unhurriedly guided my penis into her.

The softness of her body that I had felt as we lay together was redoubled as I penetrated her vagina. There was a cloud like softness, warm and embracing and a gentle pulsating of her vaginal muscle. What was communicated to me was not a potential criticism, but a loving welcome such as I had never experienced before.

"Don't try to hurry George," Rowena whispered in my ear, "just enjoy me."

This was an entirely new sexual universe for me; no longer demanding, criticising or sarcastic, but giving and loving.

To my utter amazement I began to feel that I could not hold out as Rowena seemed to be suggesting. I felt the first vibrations of my orgasm approaching, sperm pumping up my shaft, and then I was moaning into her as she kept say, "I love you George, I love you."

My ejaculations slowed, then ceased. "I'm sorry, Rowena, but I couldn't help..."

"Darling, what are you sorry about?"

"I came in to you too soon, but I couldn't hold..."

"George, my love, it doesn't matter," she said, stroking my face, "I think there are going to be other times now and we can take it slowly. I don't want a world champion technical sex fiend; I want a real lover."

I felt that at last I was free of the dark shadow that had haunted me for so long, and it was Rowena's love that had done it. I could and did say those most dangerous and precious of words:

"I love you Rowena."

"I know you do, George."

She snuggled up to me again, curling her soft warm body into me and I felt a wave of deep contentment sweep through me. I loved and was loved, and I could give physical expression to that love. I slept.

Some time in the night the crying of Juliet awakened me. Rowena picked her up and sitting up in the bed began to breast feed her. I lay watching them for a while and then felt the urge to lean over and kiss her free breast. Rowena's hand held me against her sweet flesh.

She finished feeding Juliet and putting her back in the basinet she returned to the bed. This time I needed no help or prompting; I loved and desired her, my penis firm and dripping pre-cum.

Rowena needed no prompting either. I was lying on my back and she bent over to kiss me. "Let me love you George."

My heart was throbbing wildly as she sat astride me and slipped my penis in to that sweet warm place. She moved up and down on me, slowly at first, but then accompanied by little whimpering cries she began to move more strongly.

I had heard of the female orgasm, but with Brenda it had never happened; now I was to experience that wonderful response in full force for the first time.

As Rowena moved with increasing intensity her whimpering changed to cries of "I love you George...I love you darling..."

In the midst of this I ejaculated into her adding my own cries to hers. I thought I had been transferred to Paradise... a heaven of love...a love I had never experienced before.

As our mutual orgasms finished Rowena relaxed and with my penis still inside her she drooped over me, her breasts brushing my chest.

After a while Rowena suddenly said to me in a teasing of voice, "You know, we shall have to get a bigger place."

"Why?"

"Well, with two children..."

"Two!"

"Well, I'm a fairly fertile girl, you know, and with what we've just done there's a strong chance that I shall be pregnant."

"Oh?"

"Mind you, it's not certain, but it's bound to happen some time, isn't it?"

"But I could buy..."

"No you couldn't and no I'm not, George. You are going to make me pregnant...you'd like that, wouldn't you?" She asked this a little anxiously, perhaps thinking of Juliet's father who had run out on her.

I tried to reassure her; "If it's what you'd like, my love, then it's fine by me. The only thing is I'm a bit old fashioned..."

"George, you're not a bit old fashioned, you're very old fashioned, and I love it."

"I was going to say, Rowena, I believe it is better if the father and mother of a child are married."

"Oh?"

"Yes."

"Would you marry me George?"

"Yes...damn you Rowena, why can't you shut up for once? I was going to ask you that."

"Was that 'yes' an agreement George?"

I did my own bit of teasing; "Only if you get pregnant...just joking. I'll marry you pregnant or not."

"And get us a bigger place to live?"

"Blackmailer...yes all right, I'll get us a bigger place to live."

"Make love with me again, George."

"I've got to go to work in the morning."

"Good, then you'll go to work nice and relaxed."

I went to work "nice and relaxed."

Rowena had wrought what for me was a miracle. She had freed me from the imprisonment of my sexual impotence. She had achieved this by love and tenderness, two qualities I would hardly have expected in her when she first invaded my flat. As I was to discover, her coarseness and brashness was her form of defence just as my impotence had been mine.

When it came time for our marriage it was agreed that Phoebe, being my sister and, as far as I knew, my only living relative, should be invited to the ceremony. When I telephoned her to announce the upcoming wedding a tirade of abuse was poured down the line in response. She didn't come to the wedding.

"You know what I think is the trouble with your sister," Rowena commented, "I think she fancies you and can't bear the thought of any other woman having you."

At first I rejected the idea, but on sober consideration I began to understand some of the things that had happened between Phoebe and me, especially during our teenage years – but that's another story.

I don't think Rowena became pregnant the first time we made love, but it must have been some time in the following couple of weeks that the deed was done.

On this occasion I have been proactive and found a house large enough for us, in fact larger than we need for a while; but unless Rowena lets me use a condom or uses something herself, I get the feeling we shall need a large place eventually.

So my uninvited visitor has brought a new and wonderful dimension into my life. I'm glad I didn't chuck her out. 



The Unexpected Visitor



My husband has been writing erotic stories for a few months and sharing them with me, some of which are about our sexual escapades. At first I was a bit shy with the idea of him writing about us and what we did behind closed doors, but the truth is they do get me going and make my pussy quite wet. At first I would not masturbate while reading them for fear of getting caught or because of my familial duties, which could interrupt at any time -- but the thought, was always there and I longed to rub my pussy as I read his sweet words.

After a while, my husband started getting creative; leaving me home alone so I could read his stories in private and take matters into my own hands -- literally.

One time recently when I was out he sent me a text telling me that a Certified Letter had come for me and that it was on my computer for me to read "as soon as you get home." When I arrived home the house was empty and it was not a Certified Letter on my computer, it was one of his erotic writings about us with specific directions on the envelope to go upstairs turn on the alarm and relax. I took the envelope upstairs and read the story titled "The Exercise Surprise" in the pleasant company of my vibrator; gently pressing the slender, buzzing white plastic against my pussy as I read about my husband taking me from behind with his long hard cock and squeezing my 34D's while I sucked another mans length -- all the while working myself to a very nice orgasm as I was imaginarily pleasured by my husband and the stranger.

My husband often includes other men in his stories about us, although the actual participation of another person had never happened -- yet.

With him always fantasizing about another man fucking me while he watches, and me enjoying the thought of a hard cock in my mouth as I get fucked by the man I love or getting fucked by another man as I suck my man's dick, I started to wonder if he really wanted this to happen, or if I really would do it.

And since energy follows thought, I started thinking more and more about how I could make this fantasy come true for both of us without anyone getting hurt.

My husband kept writing stories and sharing them with me, regularly involving other men. Our dialogue got to be more open about sex and our fantasies. The thought of a threesome began to become more and more exciting to me and I often found myself thinking of it so I decided to put my plan in motion.

To build confidence in both myself and my husband, I started incorporating the toys my husband has bought me into our lovemaking -- I would suck the dildo he bought me while he fucked me or while his tongue so perfectly penetrated my pussy and circled my clit -- or I'd slowly slide the fake cock in and out of my wet pussy while I sucked my man's perfect penis. I loved the way this made me feel and I was hoping it was getting my husband comfortable with the idea of another cock being in the room so when the plan came together he would be ready.

Since I couldn't really bring in anyone we knew, I had to figure out a way to find the guy I would bring into our bedroom. I decided a male escort would be the best -- no emotional ties, no commitments and after "the event" it would be over and he would be gone.

The day started as any other, except the house was empty and it was just the two of us. It had been a lazy morning and I was wearing a fairly skimpy tank top with no bra (like my husband loves) revealing my ample cleavage to him every time I bent or kneeled as well as some short shorts that hugged my curvy ass.

I made sure to give my man a good show all morning so he would be horny and ready to go at 1:30. Around 1:10 I stopped my husband in the hallway and planted a very sensual and deliberate kiss on his lips as I reached down and grabbed his growing cock. He said "what was that for?" and I told him that it was because I loved him and that I needed him - then and there.

He quickly obliged by picking me up and carrying me into the family room and gently placing me on the floor. He immediately started massaging my tits through the tank top, bringing my nipples to immediate attention. .The site of my hard nipples made him smile and he told me how beautiful he thought I was and bent down while lifting up my top to reveal my heaving breasts and he took my left nipple into his mouth and began circling my dark areola in perfect time. He told me he'd been thinking of sucking my tits all day and that the outfit I had on was very revealing and it made the morning really nice. I could feel my pussy getting wet and beginning to throb knowing what was about to come.

My husband continued perfectly sucking my tits, working his way down my belly where he unsnapped my shorts and pulled them down around and off my ankles -- moistened panties and all.

I asked him to strip down, as well, and he did so before resuming his sensual kissing of my belly. He worked his way down to my pussy and began softly licking my clit and my hips began gyrating in rhythm with his tongue. My husbands head was buried deep in my crotch when I sneaked a peak at the clock and it said 1:31 and just then I heard, as expected, the front door open, close and lock. I looked to see if my husband noticed and he did not. Bob was here and I immediately got butterflies in my stomach. What would my husband say when this stranger walked into the room?

My man continued his work on my pussy and I moaned in pleasure as I arched my head back to see when Bob entered the room -- and there he was -- watching my husband eat my pussy as he stroked his nice cock, which was getting harder and larger. My pussy immediately reacted. The fact of being watched by a virtual stranger, while the man I love so perfectly ate my pussy, got me so horny I thought I would cum right then.

As I laid arched back watching Bob stroke his now fully erect cock I started massaging my breasts, which made Bob smile in anticipation.

My husband was really enjoying my pussy when he reached up to massage my breasts and he must have looked up and saw Bob because he suddenly stopped. My heart raced in anticipation of his response when he simply asked "who is he?" I responded by telling him the truth -- that his stories of other men joining us got me so hot and that I thought it would be fun for us to make one of the stories come true so I searched escort services and found Bob and asked him to join us for an afternoon of fun.

Much to my pleasure, and Bob's relief, my husband said, "then what is he waiting for?" and went back to work on my now throbbing pussy. At the same time, Bob came over and laid down on his right side with his stiff cock right in front of me. I reached out with my right hand and began rubbing its length. It was hard as a rock and I pulled him closer and took the head of his swollen dick between my lips. I circled the head in the same motion and speed that my husband was circling my clit. I began taking more and more of his cock into my mouth and he began pushing more and more of his inches my way. As I sucked Bob's large cock, he started massaging my tits, which were swaying to the enthusiastic eating and sucking -- the room was filling with lust. 

My husband was moaning as he sucked my pussy. Bob was moaning as I sucked his cock. And I was really moaning at the mere idea of what was happening and the pleasure I was feeling.

I looked down at my husband and caught him looking directly at Bob's cock as it slid in and out of my mouth -- this got me even more excited and I wanted to give my man a show so I began rapidly taking Bob's entire length in and out of my wanting mouth and began gyrating my pussy against my husbands mouth. I sucked Bob's cock faster and faster, massaging his balls and squeezing his firm ass and I felt Bob's cock get even harder -- I swear it grew an inch in my mouth. I knew he was about to cum, which brought me that much closer to coming in my husband's mouth. I then unleashed a fierce orgasm to my husbands licking, quickly begging my man to make love to me.

He got up on his knees, stroked his throbbing cock and told me to get on my hands and knees, which I did without losing Bob's big dick from my mouth. Then my husband entered me from behind. Slow strokes at first but the motion increase as he pushed his inches further and further into my wet, wet pussy. It felt so good to have his familiar cock in my pussy and Bob's strange dick in my mouth.

Being fucked from both ends was definitely a huge turn-on and I felt another colossal orgasm building throughout my body.

My husband was buried deep inside me, grinding his crotch against my ass with his right hand reached around squeezing my swaying right breast and gently massaging my nipple while perfectly rubbing my clit with his left hand as I simultaneously had all of Bob's inches comfortably in my mouth, swirling my tongue around and around his head and shaft while his right hand was reached down massaging my left breast gently playing with my nipple and his left hand gently guiding my head back and forth as I took his dick faster and deeper down my throat.

It was almost more than I could take. I began to shudder. My husband fucked me faster and faster, his cock was as hard as I had ever felt it. Inch after inch, in and out of my pussy -- over and over, in and out, in and out. He kept going and going as I loudly begged for "more, more, more, more." and I started jacking off Bob's dick with my right hand -- begging him to come for me.

I could again tell this excited my husband because as I continued moaning and loudly exclaiming over and over "more, I'm cumming, More!! Fuck me, I'm cumming," he buried his large familiar load deep inside his pussy as Bob unleashed his load into my open mouth and hand. This sent me over the deep end as I went off on one of the best orgasms of my life. Both cocks were pulsating -- one beating like a heart in my drenched pussy and the other now back throbbing in my mouth as I licked Bob's cum off the swollen head of his thick cock, catching the last spurts of his juice on my tongue. I had two hard cocks inside me -- one in my pussy and one in my mouth, I had four hands all over my body, squeezing and massaging both my big natural tits and one familiar had rubbing my clit - it was heaven and I was humming with ecstasy.

We slowly came apart and I turned to my husband. He just winked and smiled at me. Bob got up, got dressed and exited as quietly as he entered.

My best friend and I then moved closer together forming a tight embrace, alone, and began kissing passionately with his familiar and talented hands immediately finding my sensitive breasts and pussy.

He then took me by surprise when he laid me back and went down on me again. He had never eaten my pussy after cumming inside me. What a turn on this was and, judging by his enthusiasm, he really enjoyed it too.

After a nice bit of oral he mounted me and made love to me until we both climaxed together again before drifting off into a very comfortable and embracing slumber. 



The Unexpected Visitor



Right out of the blue our friend Joan called and said she would be in town late Friday evening. This thrilled both Linda and I as we hadn't seen Joan since she took a job in San Diego about seven months ago. I had worked with her before the company busted up and we had to find other jobs. Because I was tied down a bit, and mostly because she wasn't, Joan found work out of town. So this was truly going to be a treat of a weekend. Little did Linda or myself realize just how much of a treat!

She said she had just been a little homesick lately and would we mind putting her up for the weekend. Without hesitation Linda and I told her she was more than welcome. We hadn't really partied much together but the times we had all gotten together had been a lot of fun. Linda and Joan seemed to hit it off from the very first time they had met at a company party. We immediately set to the task of straightening up the place and making plans for the weekend.

After the initial visiting and staying up just a little too late for our hiking plans the next day we all turned in everyone in high spirits and looking forward to a wonderful couple of days with friends. We spent Saturday hiking in the mountains east of town and had a wonderful day. The weather was beautiful and I must admit hiking behind these two beauties had my mind wandering to things other than pine trees and blue skies.

Linda is 5'9" tall and about 140 pounds, with small but very attractive breasts, little pebbles for nipples. She has brown hair that falls down between her shoulder blades and a butt that's nothing short of awesome. And her legs being shown off in her hiking shorts and boots is at the very least, distracting.

Joan on the other hand is about 5'6" with a rather athletic build, short dishwater blonde hair that just seems to bounce as she walks. Seeing her in business clothes all the time only hid her features which now in shorts and a tank top made me glad that we had gotten to know each other outside of work. A bit of a less, ummmm, accentuated, ass than Linda she more than compensated with her incredible breasts. All day they bounced in the confines of her bra under her tank. I know I thought more than once what she would look like completely naked. But then that's just the demented kind of guy I am.

After returning from our hike we all went out to one of our favorite restaurants to polish off with a little wine and food a very delightful day. At home we sat around for a bit and talked while we half interestedly watched some TV programs Linda had taped earlier in the week.

It must have been at the end of the tape because all of a sudden just as the first program was ending there were two pretty people on the screen fucking their brains out. We all just looked at each other in mock shock and a little true embarrassment, then back to the TV. I had screwed up and taped over one of the porn videos Linda and I watch from time to time and there was a little bit left at the end of this tape. I jumped up to turn the tape player off and Joan stopped me saying, "Hey, I've always wanted to see a porno!" 

I glanced and Linda and she said, "Why not, but I think this is the end of this tape."

After a few minutes of nervous viewing on my part the tape ended and Joan sighed, "Damn, it was just getting good, do you have any more?"

Linda admitted to us having a few tapes hanging around that we kept for the "slow times".

We all laughed a little and I was getting a bit embarrassed mostly due to what was running through my mind. Hell, what had been running through my mind all day. Well, Linda had already begun a search of the video drawer so I said I was going to take a shower. At that she and Joan both said that they were in need of a shower and they were using the feminine trump and getting their shower first. They both jumped up and said they were going to get cleaned up. With Linda in her shower, Joan in mine, I couldn't help but pop in another one of the tapes.

I was just getting into the action of two women working each other over when I heard Linda coming down the hall. She was wearing her extra long sweat-shirt. I didn't know it then but was soon going to find out that was all she had on. I was just able to turn the VCR off before she entered the room. I was just a little self-conscious and didn't want to give the impression that sex was all I had on my mind. I don't think I was fooling anyone.

I mumbled that I would take a shower as soon as Joan was out of the bathroom and no sooner having said that I head her down the hall announce she was out. It was very tempting to jerk off in the shower. Watching those two women go at each other on the screen had me really horny. But for some reason I didn't and boy I'm glad I didn't.

When I got out of the shower I put on an old pair of sweat-shorts and a tee-shirt figuring we would probably sit around, watch the news then turn in. When I came into the living room I just about tripped over myself.

There was Joan in some flannel boxers and a sleeveless tee-shirt sitting between my wife's legs as Linda massaged her shoulders and neck. What really threw me back was that they were both watching my porn flick on TV, and it was a girl/girl tape.

I managed toy ask if anyone wanted any wine or something else to drink, they both jerked their heads up and answered an immediate, "yes".

I could barely pour the wine my head was so full of visions of my wife and our friend having sex. I handed Joan her wine and couldn't help noticing how nice her breasts looked under her thin tee-shirt.

When I gave Linda her wine, she took a small sip then kissed me on the lips. She winked at me and then said, "it looks like Joan shares your affinity for lesbian sex movies."

It was all I could do to stammer, "No doubt", as I fell into the couch across from them and took note of what had their attention.

The two women on the screen were locked in a sixty-nine, both lapping and licking each others pussies. I looked over at Linda and as she took a drink of her wine she winked at me and slowly slid her free hand down the neck of Joan's tee. A smile a mile wide had to of come over my face; I couldn't believe my wife was going for another woman, least of all our good friend of five years.

A smile appeared on Joan's face also as Linda's hand reached her breast. She looked up at me then and asked if I was going to be all right with this. I looked up at Linda and she shook her head yes and I said, "all right hell, this is great!"

They both answered, "We thought you would like this."

So I settled back with my wine and watched as my lovely wife sat her wine glass down then removed Joan's shirt. Her breasts bounced a little as the bottom of her tank flipped over the top. There sitting on the floor between my wife's knees was our best friend's beautiful breasts fully exposed.

I had wondered what she looked like naked and reality was far nicer than anything I had imagined. Pale skin contrasted with her tan body, she had to be about a C cup. Not huge but very nicely shaped breasts with medium size dark nipples that begged to be sucked.

Linda's hands had returned to massaging those soft orbs; her fingers running over her nipples causing them to stand up just a bit. Joan had all but closed her eyes, but I felt as if she were watching me watch Linda play with her. She had such a content look on her face, my wife gently playing with her nipples, massaging her breasts, my cock was growing under my shorts.

I stroked my hardening tool through the material watching Linda and Joan play. Linda's hand came up against her face, and painted little designs with her nails. She traced gently over her nose, around her eyes, down her cheek line to chin, then to her lips.

Joan opened her mouth and took just the tip of Linda's finger into her mouth. She sucked on it a little then her tongue came out and encircled it, she sucked her finger all the way into her mouth. From the look on Linda's face you would have thought she was going to cum any minute, but I knew this was only the beginning.

Linda raised her leg causing her sweatshirt to jump past her knees up to her waist. She had no panties on. Her hand slid down her leg from her knee, and with her nails she lightly scratched at her pussy hair. At that point we made eye contact and she just winked again at me and smiled.

Her finger began moving between her lips, pushing into her slit; my god she was already incredibly wet, her finger moving easily up and down between those swollen lips. The whole time Joan is sucking on Linda's fingers as if they were little cocks. I took my own out from under my shorts not surprised at all that the head was glistening with pre-cum.

Spreading the slippery stuff over the head of my cock I stroked up and down as Linda continued to play in her pussy. She motioned for me to come over and I eagerly complied; standing beside the love seat my erection jutting out towards her face. Linda's tongue came out and touched just the tip of my cock and tasted the small drop of clear pre-cum, I twitched and she immediately took the head between her lips and sucked gently, never deeper than just the head.

I looked down and Joan was feeling her own breasts and her other hand was down the front of her boxers. She stopped rubbing her breasts and her hand came up and cupped my balls. She lightly took hold of them and massaged them in her palm. When she pulled down lightly on them I had to fight to keep from shoving my cock deep into my wife's mouth.

I told her I didn't know how much more of this I was going to be able to stand. She told me to sit then because she thought Joan might want a little taste of this. Damn, this was better than I would have ever imagined!

I sat on the arm of the love seat, Joan stood up in front of us. Linda helped her out of her boxers revealing her awesome little pussy. Very thin wisps of light golden hair not quit hiding her pouty lips. Linda's hands moved back up her legs, one in front, and the other up over Joan's butt, her hand lightly brushing over her pussy. I in the meantime had resumed stroking my shaft.

I stopped stroking as Joan bent down towards my cock, she told me not to stop, she wanted to feel me pumping my cock. My hand returned to the base of my dick as her mouth engulfed my hard member. Joan's ass was now up in the air inches from Linda's head. Linda took hold of her ass cheeks and moved her right in front of her face; she placed a little kiss on each cheek before dipping her tongue between her sweet pussy lips.

I knew she had made contact when Joan sucked down hard on my dick. The idea of my wife's tongue exploring our best friend's pussy as I watched her nose disappear in her crack had me very close to losing my load.

Linda was really licking and sucking on Joan's pussy. I was amazed how much she was getting into it. Joan was enjoying it also. She had all but stopped sucking me off and just held me in her mouth as she moaned with pleasure, sending wonderful sensations through my member. I told Joan that I was very close to cumming, wanting to give her a little warning. She let me slip from her lips to tell me she had never seen a guy orgasm before and she would really like to see it, up close and personal. At that, Linda came up from Joan's muff and planted a big wet kiss on my lips, and I do mean wet. Joan's honey was all over my wife's face and she was sharing it with me.

Her taste was sweet, her aroma absolutely awesome. And the way Linda was kissing me was telling me she was really getting into Joan's pussy.

Linda then said, "Okay Joan lets make Tom cum for you. Just put your lips over the head of his cock and lick him now and then."

Joan returned to sucking my tool into her mouth while Linda took over stroking the base of my cock. I knew it wouldn't be long, then Linda came up and planted another sensuous kiss on me, shoving her tongue into my mouth. I could smell Joan's pussy everywhere.

Then Linda got up beside my ear, still stroking my cock, causing it to slide between Joan's lips ever so often, and she began telling me in a soft whisper how much she enjoyed sucking on Joan's pussy. She liked the taste, the aroma, and she really enjoyed the feel of her pussy on her tongue, her clit between her lips.

That was all I could take. As I began to tense Linda told Joan to watch this cause she thought it might be a good one. Joan sat on the coffee table, still just a foot from my straining cock, and began manipulating my balls while Linda concentrated on the swelling head of my dick. With a finger and her thumb making a semi-circle around the head of my cock, she just lightly and slowly stroked over the ridge. I could feel my cock-head enlarge, and the wonderful pressure building in my balls and rising.

Trying to hold it off as long as possible enjoying this incredible pleasure, all of a sudden I spasmed and I shot a good sized load straight up and it splattered on my belly just after another spasm sent a bit smaller drop of cum from my cock to Linda's hand. She then told Joan to really work my balls and she started milking every bit of cum from my cock, slowly pumping from the base to the head, cum continued to flow from the tip, as my orgasm subsided.

Joan's face was fixed in amazement, "I had gotten a lot of guys off before but never really watched a man orgasm."

She thought it was pretty cool and asked, "Can we do it again?"

I only said, "I sure hope so." then excused myself to go clean up a bit.

As I was leaving the room I looked back and Joan had pulled Linda's sweatshirt up over her head, removing it, but had stopped to kiss on Linda's nipples. I knew I wouldn't have too much trouble recuperating quickly.

I came out of the shower walking down the hall still drying myself off. There in the living room was my beautiful wife, sitting on the love seat, eyes closed and smiling as I had left her but Joan was now very busy between her legs. On her knees, her ass and pussy in full view before me, her head bobbing and moving around in my wife's lap. It was then that I decided to go get the toys.



The Unexpected Visitor



Tiffany, our young live-in lover, had been living with Sandy, my big, beautiful wife and me for a little over a month now. It had taken time for the three of us to get into as near as normal a routine as was possible for three people trying to live together. Tiffany had slept with Sandy and me in our king sized bed since moving in. On work nights it was easier for me to sleep on the outside instead of the middle so I wouldn't disturb my bedmates when I got up before dawn to go to work. Sandy still lay down with me every night so that I could get to sleep. She would wait until I was asleep and then go and wait for Tiffany to come home from the steakhouse. The three of us were still having sex with each other whenever we were all together. Tiffany had started walking around the neighborhood and doing other exercises that we had done together Saturday mornings while Sandy was still asleep. She still had her big belly, but the rest of her body had started toning up. Tiffany's face had also started to lose some of its roundness. I thought she was a beautiful young woman the first time I saw her, but the changes in her body from only a small amount of exercise was turning her into an even more attractive one. Sandy had sex with Tiffany a couple of times without me, but I had only been able to do it once. Sandy did tell me about both her times with Tiffany alone. It had led to two very intense fuck sessions for her and me. After we were done wearing each other out the second time, Sandy confided in me that it wasn't as good when I wasn't there. I stopped worrying about them being alone together so much. I admitted that I felt the same. I enjoyed the time with only Tiffany and myself, but it wasn't as exciting as when Sandy and I were using our young lover together. Sandy and I had both developed a love for Tiffany. 

"Baby, I'm home!" I yelled that fateful Wednesday afternoon.

"I'm in the living room, Mikoli! We have company!" Sandy yelled back at me.

I entered our living room and saw Maggie sitting with Sandy on our couch. From the flushes of red on their cheeks and the heaving of both their chests, I knew they had been making out. I went to Sandy and kissed her hard as I dropped my hand to one of her 40DD breast for a grope. I did the same to Maggie and heard a small moan escape from her throat. I started to sit down beside Sandy, but they grabbed me and made room for me between them. We spent the next ten minutes kissing and caressing each other.

"Let's get naked and go to the bedroom!" I managed to blurt out between kisses. 

"You and Maggie go and start without me! I'll be in shortly." Sandy exclaimed.

Maggie and I didn't argue and were both naked by the time we reached the bed. I had Maggie lie down in the middle of the bed. I sucked on her one of her 36C breasts as I tweaked the nipple of the other one with my fingers. I kissed my way down to her hot sex and began licking up and down her slit. When Maggie moaned an especially loud moan, I attacked her clit with my lips and tongue. Her inner nectar flooded my face when she had a huge orgasm ten minutes later. I pushed myself up into an upright position in preparation of sinking my rock hard dick into her moist center. That was when I saw Sandy standing by the side of the bed with her strap-on harness on. Her 8" "cock" was ready for action.

"Maggie wants us to fuck her like we did last time, Mikoli! Is that alright?!" Sandy asked me. 

"Yes, baby! That is quite alright!" I exclaimed getting off the bed.

Sandy lay down on the bed and Maggie straddled her well lubed "cock". Maggie eased her pussy down on Sandy's plastic phallus and when it was buried into her to the hilt, leaned over and started kissing Sandy. I got behind her and started lubing her pucker hole with my fingers. 

"I'm ready! Stick that fat dick in my ass now!" Maggie yelled at me. 

I pushed my bulbous head past Maggie's tight sphincter. When it had popped into her anal cavity, Maggie shoved back onto my dick with one hard shove. After I was buried to the hilt in her ass, Sandy and I began fucking Maggie with slow, easy strokes. 

"Fuck me...fuck me hard and fast! Make me cum like you did last time!" Maggie yelled at Sandy and me.

Sandy and I started fucking Maggie as hard and fast as we could. Maggie had gone from single screams to a continuous wail after ten minutes of our furious pace. I'm surprised I even heard the gasp from the bedroom door. I turned my head and saw Tiffany standing in the doorway. She had a myriad of emotions showing in her face and eyes. I motioned for her to sit in the upholstered chair in the corner. She hesitated, but did as I had directed her to. I went back to concentrating on blasting my steamy seed into Maggie's bowels. It was only a couple of minutes before my sperm was shooting out of the end of my dick into Maggie's ass. Maggie screamed as she came from our assault on her body. After my member had deflated and plopped out of Maggie's brown eye, I got off the bed and went to Tiffany. I heard Sandy urge Maggie to use her mouth on her to help her finish cumming. Maggie quickly unfastened enough of Sandy's apparatus to get at her pussy. I only watched for a couple of minutes before I turned my attention to Tiffany.

I saw the tracks of tears down her cheeks. I also saw the red flush of arousal on them. Her eyes were big with wonder as she watched Maggie lick and suck Sandy to orgasm. Her hand was down her black slacks and panties as she rubbed her own clit. I knelt beside her with my hand on her other arm but didn't say a word to her. I turned my head when I heard Sandy's familiar grunts and moans and smiled as Sandy came on Maggie's face. I was surprised when Tiffany rose from her seat and went to the bed. I saw the flash of surprise in Maggie's face when our young lover grabbed it in her hands and began licking Sandy's juices off it. I hoped Tiffany would be alright.

I went to the kitchen and got a pitcher of water and two glasses. I drank one glass of water while in the kitchen. I detoured to the second bathroom and washed my flaccid member with soap and water. I fully intended to have it buried in some pussy before too long. All three women were naked when I got to the bedroom. Sandy's appendage and its harness were in the floor. They were in a daisy chain with each face plastered to the, I assumed, wet center of another. I watched and listened as they pleasured each other. When I recognized the unique sounds each made at the start of their orgasms, I arose and walked to the bed. I didn't know when or if we would see Maggie again so I went to her. I waited until the three women's peaks had started to wane before moving Maggie away from Sandy's mouth and getting between her legs. I slid my steely pole into her extremely wet, pink center and began to pump in and out with slow easy strokes. I laid down on her chest so I could kiss her and watch her face as we moved together in our fucking. When Maggie urged me up, I began ramming in and out of her as hard and as fast as I could.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me...Make me cum again!" Maggie squealed. "Fill me with your cum!"

I slammed into her another five minutes before I felt my scrotal sac tighten. I felt another load of my semen start rushing down my shaft and felt the first spurt rocket out of me and into Maggie's hot depth. I held myself buried to the hilt as my turgid rod pulsed with each spurt. Each spurt brought a scream of pleasure from Maggie. I stroked in and out a few times before I went soft and fell out of her and lay down beside her. That was when I noticed Sandy and Tiffany lying beside us in each other's arms. Sandy was smiling her sexiest smile at me. Tiffany had a small smile on her face, but I could see a hint of hurt still in her eyes.

"Maggie, I want to formally introduce you to Tiffany." I said after everyone had caught their breaths. "Tiffany this is Maggie. You remember her from the steakhouse, don't you?" 

"Yes, I remember her. Hi, I'm Tiffany!" Tiffany said as she held out her hand.

Maggie laughed and rolled over toward Tiffany. She leaned over Sandy and grabbed Tiffany's face in her hands and planted a big kiss on Tiffany's lips. Tiffany only resisted for a moment before giving into the kiss. 

I got off the bed and poured two glasses of water. I gave one to Maggie and the other to Tiffany. When Tiffany had finished emptying her glass I refilled it and gave it to Sandy. (They had been swapping spit for almost two months, sharing a glass wasn't going to kill them.) 

"Would we be more comfortable in the living room?" I asked the trio of female flesh lying on my bed.

"No, Mikoli! Lay back down here with us!" Sandy exclaimed excitedly. 

I laid back down on the bed with Maggie on my right and Sandy and Tiffany to my left. Tiffany had to lean over Sandy to kiss me. I could feel her neediness in her kiss. I pulled her ear to my lips and whispered to her. "It'll be alright. We still love you and want you and the hurt will pass." I let her go and saw both shock and tears in her eyes.

"Isn't she the waitress that waited on us at the steakhouse that Saturday night?" Maggie asked. "I know it's none of my business, but how did she get into the house? I saw you lock the door when you came in Mikoli."

"Yes, she is that waitress. She has a key to the house is how she got in. She is living with us now. Sandy and I are using her as our sex toy. Sandy was a bad girl and got her number that night. Tiffany fell in love with us and agreed to us using her to be with us. Sandy and I have developed feelings for her also, but she is free to leave anytime she wants to." I told Maggie.

"I'll never leave!" Tiffany blurted out. Sandy and I both started laughing hysterically. Our laughing must have been contagious because Maggie started laughing as well. The only one not laughing was Tiffany. When I realized she wasn't joining in on our happiness, I glanced to my left at her. I could see she was struggling not to cry. I untangled myself from Maggie and Sandy and arose from the bed, motioning for Tiffany to come with me. We walked naked to her room. She was sobbing softly by the time we got to her room. (She hadn't spent a night in the bed, but it was her room. Sandy and I always knocked and waited for her to tell us to come in any time the door was closed.) I hugged her to me and softly stroked her back as she cried on my shoulder. I reassured her as best as I could. 

"Don't cry Tiffany. Sandy and I still love you. I know it was a big shock seeing us with Maggie like that. You knew Sandy and I shared other women. That doesn't change the way we feel about you." I said in a soothing tone. I saw Sandy at the door. I didn't want two and maybe three crying women on my hands; so I motioned for her to leave. She gave me the okay sign and left.

Suddenly Tiffany grabbed the back of my head and pulled it down to her. She kissed me hard on the mouth. I could again sense her need in that kiss. I had to stop her from going farther even though at that second I wanted nothing more than to throw her on the bed beside us and slam my rejuvenated male phallus to the hilt in the honey hole found between her legs. I promised to give her what she wanted after our guest had left. I stepped into the second bath room and slipped on the sweats I had left there that morning as I dressed for work. I saw Sandy and Maggie on the couch. Maggie was dressed and Sandy had on a robe.

"I didn't mean to cause problems for you all." Maggie started to say.

"You didn't. We'll work it out." I explained to her.

"I was going to ask for a repeat of that first Saturday this weekend, but." Maggie said.

"Maggie we would love to see you again on Saturday. Can we pick you up at your house about 6 and come back here after we eat? "I replied.

I heard a tiny sob behind me. I turned my head and Tiffany was there. I thought she was going to turn and run back to her room, but she squared her shoulders and proceeded to walk to the couch. She surprised me when she sat down between Sandy and Maggie and gave them both a kiss.

Maggie looked from me to the two women beside her a couple of times. She turned to Tiffany and looked her in the eyes.

"Are you going to be alright with them seeing me occasionally, Tiffany?" Maggie asked our new housemate. "I so much enjoy what the two of them do with me when we are together. I want to continue having a relationship with them, but I don't want to hurt you either."

Sandy shook her head no when I started to say something. I held my tongue as I walked to my recliner. I sat on the edge and waited to see what came next.

"I hope I can get use to Sandy and Mikoli with other women." Tiffany finally said. "I was shocked to find them with you and hurt when I saw what they were doing with you. I don't want Sandy and Mikoli to change their lives because of me." 

"Yes Mikoli, you can pick me up Saturday evening. I think I need to go now." Maggie said to me as she stood to leave.

I stood also and while Maggie got hugs and kisses from both Sandy and Tiffany, prepared to walk her to the door. I received my own hug and kiss at the door. I watched the sway of her ass as she walked down our front walk and then down the sidewalk to her car which was parked in the small patch of gravel in the vacant lot beside our house. I hadn't thought anything about it when I noticed it earlier. I returned to my recliner. Sandy and Tiffany had been whispering to each other the whole time I was gone.

I hadn't much more than got settled before Tiffany was in my lap. I glanced at Sandy and she grinned, giving me the okay sign. Tiffany began kissing me with that same needy manner she had before. She moaned when I pinched her nipple through her robe. She jumped up and quickly took it off. I took that opportunity to stand and remove my sweats. I grabbed Tiffany's wrist and led her to her room. 

"Why are we going in my room instead of Sandy's and your room, Mikoli?" Tiffany asked me.

"I'm not sure I can explain it, but it's something I think and feel needs to be done." I answered her.

I stopped us beside the bed and pulled Tiffany into my arms. I began kissing and caressing her full luscious body. Tiffany moaned anew when I began sucking and licking on her nipples. When I ran a finger up her slit, it was instantly coated with her vaginal secretions. I pushed Tiffany down onto the bed and climbed upon it with her. I positioned myself between her legs and slipped my hard dick into her hot, wet hole slowly. I began an easy pumping in and out of her. I lay down so I could kiss her as I made love to her.

"I do love you, Tiffany." I whispered to her. "My love for you isn't as deep as my love for Sandy and probably never will be. Please let that be enough, okay?"

"I told you I didn't care if you never loved me, Mikoli." Tiffany whispered back to me. "All I ever wanted was to be with you and Sandy." 

We continued to kiss as we pumped our hips together. When I heard Tiffany moan loud and deep in her throat, I lifted up and started ramming my rock hard dick into her faster. Tiffany began to scream as her orgasm hit her. I was able to hold out a couple more minutes before I loosed a couple of small spurts into her depths. I felt the shift in the mattress as Sandy lay down beside Tiffany and me. When I was completely spent, Sandy motioned for me to move. She immediately took my place between Tiffany's legs. I stood by the side of the bed and watch the tandem in front of me kiss and rub their bodies against each other. I left the room to give them the same privacy Sandy had given us.

I went to the master bath, showered, and pulled on clean sweats before heading to my recliner. I saw Sandy enter the bath next to Tiffany's room and changed directions, heading back to Tiffany's room.

"Baby girl, did something happen at work? You came home early." I asked Tiffany. I watched as she struggled not to cry.

"The new manager messed up the schedule and had too many wait people tonight! I was asked to leave while he let that blonde haired bitch Cindy stay even though I've been working there longer!" Tiffany spat out venomously. "I have to work tomorrow night!" Sandy was leaning against my back with her big titties mashed between us.

"Will you come to our bed, Tiffany? I know it's only 8 PM, but this old man is beat." I asked her.

"Yes, oh God yes." Tiffany squealed in excitement. She jumped off the bed and ran into my arms.

Sandy led the way back to our bed. Tiffany clung to me as we followed behind her. I lay down in the middle of the bed so my two ladies could lie on either side of me. I gave each of them a kiss and laid back. They moved to turn the bedside lamps off on their side of the bed. Each laid their head on my chest and snuggled against me as close as they could. I was asleep in a few minutes. My last thoughts were of needing to talk to Tiffany one on one. I didn't get the chance until Saturday morning.

   To Be Continued 



The Unexpected Visitor



You're coming out of the grocery store with two heavy bags of groceries. It's a hot day out you're starting to sweat because your dressed up in a skirt and a blouse but your top button has come undone because of the heat. As you near your car you start fumbling for your keys. As you reach in your purse a bag of groceries spills all over the pavement. Not knowingly to you a tall handsome man just got out of his car and saw it happen.

He walks over to you and starts to pick up your groceries for you. You make eye contact and you stare deep into his dark blue eyes and get lost in them for a moment. You only lose you trance when he asks you if how your day is going. You struggle to speak but you somehow manage to get out that you had a long day and were ready to go home and relax. He smiles at you and you begin to melt not because of the heat but because of the shear attractiveness of himself.

He proceeds to tell you he was just about to do the same thing and was wondering if you would like to join him for a relaxing drink. Stunned he would ask you this you nod your head trying to find the words, he picks up on this and grabs you bags of groceries which seemed so heavy to you with an ease that seemed so incredible. At this point you notice the size of his biceps. Bulging out if his shirt then you focus your attention on his pecks which seem like the are carved from steel.

He offers you a ride which you happily accept. Your mind starts to race, is he going to try and seduce me? Is he going to make the first move? You think. Then while in the car he looks over at you and tells you that you are the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. You now realize he is trying to seduce you so you blush and undo your blouse next button showing your red bra to his dark blue eyes.

That's when you see it. In his jeans you slowly start to see his penis increase in size. You keep thinking it is done but it keeps growing and growing. He reaches a stop light and notices you staring and says you can touch it if you want.

Smiling that he wants you to reach over and touch his thick cock you slowly reach over and grab onto it. It is huge, the cock feels thick and looks so long in his pants you pussy begins to start soaking through you panties.

You mouth starts to salivate you want to taste it, slowly you reach your other hand over and pull down the zipper on his pants. The look on his face makes you melt even more he wants you mouth more than you want to suck it.

You encounter a problem though his cock is so big you have to reach your hands deep down his pants to pull it out and when it is finally out you gasp. This cock was the biggest one you have ever seen and you were ready to suck it.

You start to lick the shaft up and down reaching with your other hand down your skirt to start rubbing on your pussy. Then you shove the head in your mouth and it barely fits you gag on it and he takes his hand off the wheel and pushes your head down farther on his cock.

After what seems like only seconds the car comes to a stop and he says here we are want to take this inside. You don't hesitate to agree and he puts his cock back in his pants goes to your side of te car picks you up and carries you in. All the while giving you a taste of his big lips that you were hoping would find their way to your pussy.

He brings you inside and doesn't hesitate in starting the process ripping off your blouse buttons fly everywhere and he snaps off you bra beginning to caress you nice tits.He squeezes your nipples in between his two fingers and bites in you lower lip all the while he is pulling and squeezing your nipples harder and harder.

Your pussy is dripping at this point and you can't wait for the cock to come back out. When he start to kiss you on your neck slowly working his way down your body to your skirt. And in one rip of the skirt he pulls it off even with your panties. This is what you were waiting for his big lips going down on your pussy and he starts to kiss you clit.

Then he sticks his tongue out and begins to flick it back and forth on you clit until you are squirming from the feeling. He then starts to suck on your clit pulling it far into his mouth and softly biting on it making your pussy drown in wetness. You can't take it anymore you need that cock inside of you. You grab his head and pull it up you give him the look of I need you cock and he backs up taking off his pants first leaving his boxers. The cock is making his boxers look 4 sizes too small and he slowly slides them off revealing his huge cock.

Which he starts slowly by rubbing you clit with it then he progresses into shoving it little by little into your tight wet pussy. You scream when you start to feel the immensity of his cock and that's when he shoves it even farther into your pussy. At this point he takes ahold of your hips and starts fucking you so hard you lose your breath. You thought you had cummed a lot before but you had already came three times and he hasn't even started fucking you for real.

He then proceeds to pick you up so you are standing and lifts you up and down on his cock you can feel his balls hitting your pussy which drives you even more crazy. After awhile of this he throws you up against a wall and begins fucking you even harder. You wonder where he gets his stamina from and you applaud it.

That's when he lets you down and tells you to bend over and he starts to slap you ass soft at first but progressively getting harder

Then he shoves his huge shaft into your pussy grabbing you hair so he can stop you from squirming away he begins to shove it so deep you can't help but scream. He reaches around with his other hand and starts rubbing your clit your mind begins to go crazy and you don't think you can handle much more. Then he slaps your ass tells you to turn around and beg. You begin to beg for his steamy loud to be in your mouth and he starts rubbing his cock violently to where you need to rub your pussy some more. Looking up at him with your mouth open he tells you to be ready and right at that moment he shoots the biggest load shot after shot hitting the back of your throat and you can't help but be amazed by this man that you met.