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Will You?

By: DreamCatcherPoet



As Teresa and I turned off Hwy.395 onto the June Lake Loop the sun was just beginning to rise behind us. The Mammoth Lakes area of California is extremely beautiful, especially in the late spring which is why I planned our trip in early May. At this time of year the waterfalls are at their most spectacular. The hot springs are their hottest. The Beautiful high mountain peaks all around are still very full of snow. As we made the turn around the base of Carson Peak the tranquil blue waters of Silver Lake came into view. We stopped briefly to get the best view of the day hike we had planned as well as Silver Lake. Silver Lake was just one of the many very beautiful lakes we would be able to see from up on the mountainside. There are four alone in the June Lake Loop as they call it because it leaves Hwy.395 and loops around past the four lakes, June, Gull, Silver and Grant Lakes before returning back to Hwy.395.

Most people take the switchback trail from the Silver Lake store up and over the pass to the first of many backcountry lakes behind Carson peak. But I preferred to follow the tracks of the small cable car that hauled equipment and a few men straight up the mountainside next to Carson peak and to the dam of the first lake, then to return them to the Power Plant at the base of the mountain. This to me was the most exciting and beautiful way to see the multiple waterfalls that fell from deep blue pool to deep blue pool off the mountainside. Most people only saw small views of these waterfalls, as they never leave the main trail. What they don’t see is that many of these waterfalls fall over fifty feet into the next pool. These many pools of turquoise blue water are surrounded by white granite sand beaches maybe thirty feet long by ten feet wide leading into the beautiful cool blue water. Beautiful aspen trees surround them and unbelievably high snow covered peaks are seen on all sides. You add the clear blue sky and the warmth of the sun and this is truly one of the most beautiful and romantic places on earth, as well as surprisingly secluded and therefore private. This is why I choose to bring Teresa up here and proclaim my unconditional love for her. Yes, to ask her to share the rest of our lives together. We both loved the wilderness so it was not unusual for us to spend time hiking into the backcountry. We had been dating exclusively for about six months but were best friends before dating for over a year.

As we climbed more than hiked from deep blue pool to deep blue pool the view of as many as twenty lakes off in the distance in the valley below was just breath taking.

Almost at the top of the pass we came to a hidden waterfall that fell about seventy five feet into a large deep blue pool that was about forty foot in diameter. The aspen grove here was older than most as it completely hid this area from view from anywhere on the main trail. This was just the place for what I had planned for the day. There was also out on the edge of this hidden area almost where it fell off into the next blue pool of water a small little pond that we ended up naming, Wild Onion Blossom Lake. This is because blooming all around it were wild onions that surprisingly were very beautiful with their yellow and white blossoms reaching up into the clear blue sky.

I laid the blanket I had carried out next to the edge and alongside the little flower surrounded lake. This gave us the most unbelievable view of both the valley below and the lower waterfall as it fell into the deep blue pool below. The real view was the huge waterfall as it fell over seventy five feet into the deep blue waters of the pool not more than twenty feet from where we laid. We were being cooled from the heat of the day by the mist of this glorious waterfall as it drifted onto us softly but very refreshingly.

I opened a bottle of wine as we began to hand feed each other wonderful treats from the small backpack I had brought along for our day on the mountainside.

Teresa was so very beautiful in this setting that I felt as if I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, even with all the surrounding natural beauty around us she just captured all of my attention. But I had felt this way about her from the very first day that we met. I instantly felt that she was the most beautiful site I had ever seen. Her dark brown hair, deep brown pools for eyes and a body to die for. But she also was the most genuinely gentle soul I had ever met. Yes, I believe I fell in love with her that very first day. We both felt a connection that was almost fairytale like but so very real. We found ourselves laughing constantly at how often we finished each other’s sentences. We found it funny that we were so very closely matched that it seemed I was the male version of her and she the female version of myself. Life was good between us but today I planned to take it further with a commitment for life.

After we finished enjoying the treats I brought along we decided to just lay back and take in the beauty of all the incredible sites around us. Though being cooled by the waterfalls mist I still suggested we get some sun since we had this very private place to ourselves. I began to slowly undress her as I softly kissed her neck, cheek, breasts and stomach. I so very much loved the softness of her sweet flesh. Every touch of my fingertips, lips and tongue brought me intense excitement from both her reaction from my touch and also from knowing what lie ahead. As she sat up so that I could lift her tee shirt up over her head and off I could not resist but to kiss each of her beautiful nipples which already were beginning to swell and become harder. I couldn’t resist sucking each nipple into my mouth. Her breasts were so very beautiful and firm, cupping them with both hands I felt their warmth, their rising and falling with each breath she took. Her breathing was beginning to get faster and deeper betraying her excitement. After tossing her tee shirt aside I kissed my way down across the sweet flesh of her stomach and slid her shorts down over her long sexy legs and dropped them at her feet.

As I rose to my knees she sat up, kissed me softly and unzipped my shorts allowing my now hard cock to stand straight out as if reaching for the treasure it was obviously seeking. Teresa then pushed me back teasingly onto the blanket continuing to remove my shorts as she lightly kissed the head of my now painfully hard cock. She tossed my shorts aside and turned around putting my head between her legs. But I was surprised as she pinned my arms down to the blanket with her now openly spread legs. This positioned her so very sweet pussy just out of reach of my tongue, which was begging to taste her sweetness. I could tell this was exciting her just as much as it was me from the sweet liquid that was beginning to form at the entrance of her now just out of reach pussy. As I was overwhelmed with the aroma of her womanhood I saw this wetness begin to run down from between her sweet pussy lips and puddle over her now slightly exposed clit. I strained hoping for it to drip onto my outstretched tongue, as I so desperately wanted to taste her sweetness.

But as she felt me struggle to reach the softness of her pussy with my tongue she softly whispered to me “sweetheart, please be patient and let me please you. Then I will give myself to you completely”

Damn, I wanted to pull her sweet pussy into my face so very badly I found it hard to honor her requests. I wanted to feel its soft warmth as I spread her wetness over my entire face. Yes, I wanted to feel the softness of her hot, wet, sweet pussy as my so very hard cock slid between her pussy lips. I wanted to feel my cock force its way past her sweet pussy lips and glide into the warmth of her sweet, soft wetness.

I decided that I must wait, as I too wanted for this to be the very best love making we both had ever known.

As I lay back I felt her lean forward allowing her beautiful firm breasts to begin massaging my chest and upper stomach with her every movement. Her tongue’s tip first very carefully touched only the tip of my cock. She was teasingly licking at the precum that was forming at the tip of my cock after each touch of her tongue. Then I felt the soft warmth of the underside of her tongue as she began to swirl it around my cock’s swollen head. I thought I would explode right then at the moment she began flipping the tip of her tongue on the underside of my cock, just under it’s head. With the combined warmth and wetness from both my precum and her saliva stimulating this most sensitive place on my cock I had to really concentrate not to squirt my cum all over her tongue and face. Somehow I managed not to cum though this felt so incredibly great that I could feel it building uncontrollably inside me.

I think she too could sense this swelling from deep inside me as lifted her head and let my cock push its way into her slightly parted lips. I could feel the warmth of her soft mouth as my cock slid slowly but deeply into it. She did this ever so slowly so I could feel every sensation as it touched the full length of my cock, sliding over my cock’s head, slipping down and over it until grasping the entire head into her mouth while sucking it in. When her lips grasped the area just under my cock’s head again I thought I might lose control. She helped me prolong Cumming by both squeezing my balls and with her other hands thumb and index finger squeezing tightly the base of my cock.

Teresa then began to stroke my ready to burst cock firmly with these two fingers. All the while her mouth sliding up and down its shaft in the opposite rhythm of her fingers. I could feel her suction on my cock increase, as did the speed of her stroking it in both directions. As I felt my cum explode into her mouth over her tongue, I felt her suck even harder as if to suck every drop of my hot cum from the very depths of my balls. She sucked harder and harder with each squirt exploding into her mouth until every last drop had been drained from me.

As I lay back trying to catch my breath and recuperate from the most intensely fulfilling blow job I had ever enjoyed she licked and cleaned every drop of cum that had managed to escape her awaiting mouth. She licked the head and down the full length of my cock’s shaft until reaching my balls. I was rather pleasantly surprised as she sucked my balls deeply into her mouth after licking them clean. I had never experienced a lover sucking on my balls like this let alone getting the pleasure I was receiving as she rolled them around softly in her warm, wet mouth. What excited me the most in all of this wonderful pleasure though was the fact that she was so very excited herself, that she really was full of desire to both have my cock in her mouth as it exploded hot cum onto her tongue, as well as her obvious desire to please me.

As she was licking and sucking me clean she was so very hot and excited that her pussy had been dripping wonderful amounts of her sweet juices onto my outstretched tongue and onto my face. The taste, the smell, was driving me crazy with lustful desire as she pleasured my cock in such wonderful ways. She had allowed my arms to become free by spreading her already spread widely open legs to spread even wider. I reached over and pulled a pillow under my head to support it so that my tongue and mouth had easy access to her sweet dripping pussy.

I loved the way my tongue felt as its tip ran the full length from her sweet little ass up through her wet pussy lips until finally just reaching her clit enough to tease her. I let my tongue’s tip just slightly touch the edges of her clit, feeling the arching of her back as she tensed her muscles reaching out to feel it caressing her clit. But I only let my tongue teasingly swirl around the edges of her clit as I whispered, “Baby, now it’s your turn to wait”

I let my tongue slid down and into her sweet pussy and sucked one of its sweet lips into my mouth. As I took turns sucking one lip after the other deeply into my mouth stripping the wonderful wetness from each I also in between let my tongue slide as deep into her sweet pussy as possible. As I slid two fingers deeply into her softness I let the flat of my tongue slide up the full length of her pussy collecting even more of her hot nectar. I began to finger fuck her deeply reaching that wonderful spot deep inside just under her cervix. This caused her hips to involuntarily gyrate meeting the pressure and rhythms of my fingers. Teresa let out a wonderful cry of pleasure as I sucked her clit into my mouth. I bit down on her clit with my teeth firmly but not causing enough pain to be unpleasant. Just enough to cause her to squirm with excited lust and desire. As my tongue flicked its tip over her clit and my lips sucked it into my mouth I felt her muscles begin to spasm signaling her orgasms beginning.

Just as I felt the first incredible wave of orgasms starting I quickly turned her over and forced my now again very hard cock past her swollen with excitement pussy lips and deeply into her convulsing pussy. Yes, as I turned her over and onto her knees I stepped up with one foot flat on the ground and on my knee with the other leg. This allowing me my cock’s deepest penetration possible. With both hands I grabbed her hips and began to time my deep thrusts with the convulsing of her pussy. As I drove into her deeper and harder than ever before Teresa cried out “Oh sweet baby fuck me hard. Oh yes baby, deeper, harder! Oh God yes!”

I could feel her wetness squirting out of me with each deep thrust. Feeling it running down onto and off of my balls until running down my legs. Her hot, wet pussy so soft inside convulsing and grasping my cock as if milking the cum from it. I quickly stepped between her legs with my leg that had been flatfooted and turned her over onto her side. Lifting one of her legs over my shoulder I grabbed her lower hip with both hands. I began to fuck her even harder and faster as I pulled her into each hard thrust of my cock. I cried out to her “Fuck your pussy feels so good. I love the way my cock feels as I fuck you hard baby. I love watching it sliding in and out of your wet, hot pussy. God, I love you Teresa so very much”

As I started to explode another load of my hot cum deeply into her sweet pussy I turned her over onto her back. As I slid forward deeply into her she grabbed the sides of my head and pulled my face down to meet her sweet lips. We shared a very long, deep and so very passionate kiss as we both came together. Feeling both each squirt of my hot cum exploding deeply into her pussy as well as her pussy’s contractions squeezing it out of me. As the last drops of my cum were milked from my cock she looked deeply into my eyes and said “BURT, I love you so very much. I could never love anyone the way I love you. I have never felt this wonderfully complete as a woman as I do when making love with you”

As I held her close I felt as if the world was standing still for us and I said “ Sweet baby you know I love you more than I ever thought could be possible. When we make love it as if our souls combine to become one. You truly are my soul mate baby”

Then as we both smiled knowing that we were meant for each other and that we wanted to share this so wonderful love for the rest of our lives I said,

“Oh my sweet Teresa I love you so very much. I brought you up to this so very beautiful and romantic place for a reason today baby. You see to me this is truly Gods country and up here I feel as close as I possibly can be to him. Yes, I want him and the rest of the world hear me when I tell you how very much I love you and ask you to marry me”

“So sweet baby in front of god and the whole world, WILL YOU MARRY ME? WILL YOU SPEND THE REST OF OUR LIVES WITH ME?”

Teresa looked deeply into my eyes just as a teardrop slowly ran down her cheek and she smiled and said to me, “ Oh my love of course I’ll marry you. How could I not marry you? How could I ever think of living life without my sweet love?

Without my soul mate? YES, YES, I”LL MARRY YOU MY LOVE”…BWL

Will You?



{I reread this before hitting submit, and yes, I realize it rambles. But then so does my mind.

What the hell, I am 68 years old and I can ramble if I want to, so there!

I was going to post this in "Humor and Satire" but nobody around here ever reads that stuff much and I am old so..? 

Mature it is.}

+++

When Debra and I got married, I guess I expected it to be a bit like when I was married before.

My first wife became ill and was gone so quickly that I woke up one morning alone and life did not seem real. That had decades of sharing, sex on Fridays or sometimes Saturdays, movies, shopping, just living.

The one time we did try something on the crazy side we were behind some bushes in a park, voices all around nearby. Then suddenly a cop was standing there, we were caught with our pants down is what I believe the term is.

We probably could have gone to jail but the guy just looked and grinned as we hurriedly tried to cover up, then he suggested we get a room.

We never did anything like that again, but we had more than one really good giggle session about it.

The simple and easy truth is that I loved her completely, she was my life. For weeks that became months I could not accept her being gone. I found myself searching the house for her, finding only memories. 

Several years of alone, living with ghosts of my lost wife followed. 

Then I met Debra and it was like the Sun came back out?

I very quickly figured out that Debs as I usually called her was a different kind of female.

For one thing, she is a tad on the chunky side and doesn't care. The other thing is she loves to mess around in the bedroom, I swear it became her life's work to figure out how to get me up and going.

The other thing that is odd as hell is Debs does not have a single jealous bone in her body, if anything she gets fussed up at the idea of me seeing some sweet young thing. 

Yes, I admit I do like to look, and not porno, either. I like the real thing.

Ever have your wife nudge you and say, "Honey! Check out the set of tits on that one!"...?

Mine does.

Does your wife wake you up in the mornings tugging on your dick about half the time, just because she likes to?

Mine does. 

Does your wife hike up the bottom of her smock to make sure you know she is headed off to work at her medical office with no panties on?

Mine does. 

The days that she does that, I know for sure that I am going to get some as soon as she gets home.

Debs knows damned good and well that if she does something like that, the idea will be inside my head all day with no way out.

Since she is a Registered Nurse, she spends her days poking and probing people, often in various stages of naked.

I accused her of getting her jollies from the kind of work she does, that just got me a big grin. 

When we are in bed she often tells me stories about what happened at work that day. It turns out she really likes sticking her finger up some old guy's butt, and she loves handling and looking at their privates.

She admits that. She tells me all sorts of stories, we end up giggling about some of the things that go on.

At first I thought she was just making that all stuff up.

Now, I am reasonably sure she isn't.

On the outside, Debs is a slightly chubby barely 50 year old woman, normal.

I am still trying to get used to what this amazing female is like on the inside. It's getting past two years now and she does something to surprise me every couple of days.

The best description is that Debs is just plain naughty. 

She also loves me and there is no doubt about that, I feel the same way about her.

+++

Which brings me to Rachel.

My jaw dropped when our neighbor Rachel asked me the question. She was such a cute little thing, I liked it that she came over to watch me tend the yard and chat. 

Of course sometimes Rachel could best be described as looking sexy as hell, at first I figured she had no idea at all about that, she was just young, naive. 

I thought that my on the slightly chubby and very naughty wife Debra might get her nose out of joint at me looking, since Rachel was no stranger on the street, she was right there next door.

Nope. Debra is completely at ease about sex, and completely confident in her ability to keep me so drained there isn't likely to be any real action on the side.

Now married I went from once a week in the bathroom with my thoughts to three times a week with her because Debs made sure of it.

Debra had been married once before, then single for years herself. I asked her early on if there had been lovers, easy to ask since she had just asked me the very same question.

"No, not even one." She told me. Same answer I gave her.

"Why me?" I asked her. We were in bed together at the time, both of us soaked with sweat.

"I read those stories you write, and you sounded like someone I wanted to get to know." She grinned.

OK. I have a couple of kinks, she has a couple of kinks. Perfect fit!

The other oddity was how quickly Rachel and Debra became fast friends, odd because Rachel was at least 25 years younger than my Debs.

Which made her a shade under 45 years younger than me.

Several times when Rachel came over in the evenings after her husband was gone to work, she and Debra would sit out on the porch and talk. I never really paid too much attention to that, I know that women sit around and talk about soap operas, things like that.

At least that is what I think they talk about, anyway. It only takes about 60 seconds of female conversation and I am off to the garage to sharpen fishing hooks.

Rachel had a hubby named Nathan, the guy is big and goofy looking, his hair sort of every which way. She claimed he was really smart, always bragging about him, but after talking to him a few times myself it struck me that he didn't catch on much.

Dough boy on the outside, the look fit the inside, I guess. I chatted with him about cooking a few times, no doubt he could do that, maybe that is what she meant? After all, he was the head Chef at the new place down on Coast Avenue.

He was more like a box of rocks about other things.

I took him fishing with me one Sunday, that was a trip to watch. He was putting a Shrimp on the hook and managed to get the hook into his finger, not just stick himself but he got it all the way through.

I happened to glance up and he was standing there with a silly look on his face, the line and sinker hanging off the hook securely in his fingertip, Shrimp still on the hook.

He obviously did not have a clue of what to do at that point.

It took me several minutes to get the thing loose what with the barb and all, I finally dig my side cutters out of the tackle box and clipped off the barb part. 

Man did he howl at that, hell, I cut the hook, not his finger.

Guess it hurt like the dickens anyway. But it was either that or go all the way back to town to see a Doctor and we were way out on the dang jetty.

I got it out and he stuck the bleeding finger in his mouth, then made a face.

Guess his finger tasted like sand Shrimp.

I tied on another hook and baited the line, then he stood up and cast out towards the river. The sinker plopped down on the rocks behind him.

He ended up with a ball of line on the reel worse than any I ever saw, then looked over at me with that same dumb expression on his face.

It took me twenty minutes to get that sorted out.

Then he tried again and did exactly the same thing.

Finally I cast the thing out for him and he sat down, as luck would have it a great big old Bullhead grabbed his line in about two seconds.

He had the reel upside down turning it a couple of turns one way, then a couple the other.

I finally went over and hand lined the fish in, using my long handled net to lift it out of the water.

"Man, look at the size of that thing!" He said with pride like he had really done something.

"Here ya go!" I grinned, handing him the net with the nasty looking thing all wrapped up in the mesh.

He managed to get himself bit twice before I took it away from him and unhooked it.

Those Bullheads aren't like the little slick ones we get farther up the river. Nope, these things are lumpy and ugly, mostly just rows of needle sharp teeth and a head, with a little short stub of a tail and a big belly to hold whatever they manage to eat.

They lay on the bottom pretending to be a rock until something gets a bit too close.

Like Nathan's fingers.

I had to use a box cutter knife to get the mess off of that reel that time.

He sure was proud of that fish, it was pretty big as Bullheads go, maybe three pounds. He insisted on taking the thing home and cooking it for his dinner.

I didn't say a word, what the hell. Let him find out.

Nathan was a chef I guess, best he stick with his cooking, I thought. I did kind of wish I could be there when he bit into the thing, let's just say I cooked one of them myself some 40 years back.

There isn't enough seasoning on the planet to fix what those things taste like.

He and Rachel seemed to be happy though, at least on the outside. Hugging and kissing all the time whenever they both were around.

But there were some problems under the surface, as I found out later.

+++

My wife Debs works in a medical clinic as one of those Registered Nurse Practitioners (Debra says I am supposed to capitalize that) and Rachel became one of her patients. 

Her specialty is Geriatrics, which means us old and getting close to dead coots, but Rachel was maybe 25? 

Beats the hell out of me, that part. Yet Debra does get quite a few younger patients, probably because in our little town nearly everyone sees Debra or one of only two Doctors and both of them are way older than me. 

Then there is the other Nurse in Debra's office she makes me go see.

Ethics, I guess is why. Something about Debra and me being married, she can't be my Doctor.

Nurse, I mean.

I do know that somehow that other Nurse ended up with my pecker in her hand just like Debs did the first time I saw her.

I think she just wanted to know what Debs saw in me, I guess.

Like I said, busy clinic. Every time I go in there, a bunch of old farts are sitting around waiting, reading Newsweek from 1989.

I know damned good and well why, too.

I accused Debs of teasing the old coots, she just laughed at me.

"All of you stubborn old farts will stay home and die before going to a Doctor if we don't do something!" She snickered.

Probably true, that part.

+++

Nathan and Rachel had only been married about a year or so when Debra had mentioned they were having that bit of a problem in the bedroom.

None of my business, except that then Rachel showed up one day while I was out spiffing up my yard and shifted the conversation that way.

I was sort of trapped, hell, I am no therapist. I just wanted to be left alone. I was having fun trying to make every blade of grass in my lawn look exactly the same.

Don't get me wrong, I liked looking at Rachel just fine, like I said, she was a cute little gal.

Sometimes she had on outfits that would make Daisy Duke blush and I didn't mind that at all.

Talking to her about woman's stuff wasn't my thing though. Trust me ladies when I say us menfolk are completely content to go through life not knowing about some things.

So I was answering mostly with grunts and nods, wanting to get up and go inside but Rachel was standing right there and she appeared to be serious.

"Will you?" She asked finally, just two words, they shocked me. She plain and simple bluntly asked me to teach her about....sex?

Woman just do not ask men straight out questions like that.

+++

I had spent that entire morning out trimming the Rose bushes, my wife Debra and I were going to have the best damn yard in the entire city this year. I do include her in that even though her entire contribution was to pull one tiny little Dandelion peeking it's head up close to one of the Roses.

The city fathers send people out to go up and down the streets to pick the best yard, the reward was a neat plaque to hang on the wall, and two tickets for dinner at the new place down on Coast avenue.

We would get our picture in the local paper, too.

Headline news in our tiny little city was how good the Crab festival was each year, or some art festival where everyone showed off their paintings of stuff that no one could tell what the hell it was supposed to be. 

Debs and I even went to the art thing once. A bunch of people were wandering around looking at everything.

I bet none of them knew what the hell most of it was supposed to be, either.

Usually the other headlines in our local newspaper were about how the City was seeking new sources of money to spend, talking about ways to raise fees on everybody. 

Like when they decided to do a cleanup project down by the docks. One of the officials actually said "five million" and the word "only" in the same sentence.

I wrote one of those letters to the Editor about that one, but I never mailed it. Words like "stupid bastards" and "thieving assholes" would probably get them pissed off at me.

Once when some guy robbed the Big Bob's Burgers and got away with $48.52 the newspaper people were so excited printing that story they forgot to put the weekly tide table in there.

That pissed me off, I had to go down to the hardware store and get a tide book. Hell, how could I go fishing if I didn't know when low tide was?

Bunch of dummies down at that newspaper, they miss all the important stuff.

Anyway, the annual winner of the BEST YARD contest was also big news. 

I wanted to win!

But it seems the Mayor had three Hispanic guys that worked on his yard, plus it was bigger than mine.

So of course he nearly always won. He won the last five years in a row at least, I couldn't find records going back any farther. 

Probably not, he has only been the Mayor for five years.

But I was going for it anyway, what the hell, I was retired. Not a hell of a lot to do around here.

Debra and I had never eaten at the fancy new restaurant either but everybody raved about the place including Rachel, whose husband Nathan was the head chef there. I even saw the menu, they had fancy names for steaks they poured vegetables and some kind of sauce over, things like that.

A steak just needs flour and some salt and pepper, fry the damn thing, but what do I know?

Pasta dishes too, with long fancy names and all the prices matched the fancy names.

Hell, you put Cheese on Pasta, what's the big deal there? 

Besides, I get $901.20 from Social Security, no way in hell am I going to drop a hundred bucks on dinner for two.

One thing about money, I have mine and Debs has hers, she insisted on that after I mentioned I wanted an ATV so I could get farther out on the jetty to go fishing.

Debs threw a fit about that, she doesn't want me anywhere near those jetties, she is sure I will fall in.

So I just don't tell her I go out there sometimes.

But win two free tickets? Sure, in that case I would give the steaks with sauce on them a try.

Since the one thing I had was a lot of time, our lawn had nothing in it but the grass I had planted, and it was an impossible green color.

Every single Rose bush was almost exactly the same size, each one of them plastered with a beautiful display of blossoms. Not one single bug, I checked under every leaf. Not one single brown leaf, try that sometime in a coastal town that gets salt spray off the Ocean.

Every morning I went out and carefully misted them down with my little squirt bottle to get the fog off of them. I was thinking there was a trace of Salt in that fog. Maybe not but no point in taking chances.

I did the borders with a big soft brush and a pair of scissors, piled the pretty rocks I got down at the beach carefully around the Rose bush stems.

Yea, I know. I wasn't supposed to swipe rocks off the beaches, but I had my little bag I carried with me and a fishing pole, so anyone that saw me figured I was just after one of the 5 inch long fish the Seals hadn't yet caught.

Often I actually did go fishing, but it was becoming hard to do with the damn Seals lying sideways in the middle of the walkway out to the dock. They wouldn't move their fat asses, either. 

Once I hauled off and smacked one of them with the tip of my fishing pole, all it did was bark at me and show me it's teeth.

I used the docks most of the time now, ever since I fell in out on the jetty. A couple of kids were nice enough to drag me back out, then the one told me I needed to be more careful, and he called me "Pops"...!

That made me crabby, I could have gotten out of there all by myself!

I think.

Bunch of damned Seals all over out there, too.

Those were the big deal in our town, though, they brought the tourists. The tourists fed them, which of course brought even more of the damned things.

Then the city fathers decided to spruce up our little city, so that's how the annual contest and yard festival got started.

More tourists.

+++

It's easy to find out stuff, with my wife Debra being a Doctor. Well, I mean she is a Registered Nurse Practitioner, still, she runs the clinic.

I told you my Debra is on the naughty side, part of what I like about her. Not very many days go by without her doing something that surprises me.

Like running around the casino down in Reno on our honeymoon with no panties on. Nobody else knew about that of course but I did. Silly stuff but it sure works to get the old tally whacker to perk up.

They do have a Doctor on staff at her clinic, they have to because it's the law. But left to his own devices I think the population in our City would drop by about 10%.

The system is dumb and expensive. First a patient sees the Nurse, if there is a serious issue then it is usually go on to see the Doctor. The smart ones go back to see the Nurse, which is my Debs or her office partner. They overrule the Doctor to keep him from killing them and send the patient to a specialist.

Like way back when the other Nurse sent me to see Doctor Crowbar. I call him that because no way in hell can I pronounce his name. He did one of those colon exams on me, basically a crowbar with a camera on the end of it.

They put me under for that, probably so they wouldn't have to listen to me cuss them out.

Later I listened to him tell me what they found, which if he spoke English it might have helped.

I made them print out the report, gave it to Debra.

"You are just fine, honey!" She said. Good enough for me.

Medicare got billed about four grand.

Since the vast majority of the patients are old farts like me, Medicare gets the hell billed out of them. It's part of why the whole system is fucked up, but I can't fix that so I don't even try.

Yep. The system sucks.

+++

Why Debs liked me I am still not sure. Maybe because when she was giving me that physical she had my dick right in her hand and liked it?

It is sort of bigger than most I guess. It still works, too, not bad for being 68 years old. Well, I was just 65 back then.

I never will forget that day, Debra was sitting there on her little roller stool, one hand on my old pecker and her face maybe six inches from the end of it.

"Do you mind if I slide your foreskin back?" She asked me, right after she slid my foreskin back.

Which made the thing come right up, of course. I turned bright pink, all Debra did was giggle.

It hit me that she was having fun.

I accused her of that, anyway. 

Then she found out I was a widower, next she somehow discovered that I like to write naughty stories sometimes?

She made a pass at me!

Turns out that Debra is every bit as nasty as I am, actually a bit more so I think. Once she figured out for sure that I was a naughty old pervert, she more or less dragged me into the sack and took advantage of my being old and infirm.




Will You?



Yes she did.

I tease her about that, too.

I happen to know for sure she likes me for me, it can't be for my money.

I ain't got any.

+++

Anyway, back to Rachel. It seems that she went to the clinic, Debra checked her out and found her to be normal after listening to her complain about never having had an orgasm.

Yea, I know. Doctors are not supposed to talk about private issues of their clients. But Debra and I are married, and she talks about things that happen at work all the time.

Like old man Vidalis that owns the shoe store down on main street. I know him, that is where I bought my rubber boots. 

"USA made!" The old bastard said to me. Hell, I could see the remains of the glue where he had scraped off the "Made in China" sticker.

I didn't give a shit about that, they didn't leak which was good enough for me.

Old man Vidalis is maybe 5 feet tall and skinny. He is also bald on top with a row of pure white curly hair that wraps around just above his ears which stick straight out, funny looking old guy.

He came in to see Debra, concerned about being "a bit too quick.", which was the way she said he put it. 

Debra even duplicated old man Vidalis's heavy Greek accent which I found hilarious.

I happened to be chewing on one of her big fat jugs at the moment as she was telling me the story in between gasps and giggles. Debra gets ticklish when I chew for awhile and then start to lick.

Anyway.

The old man was right, there was a problem.

It seemed that it was all the way up when she walked into the room, no problem there. Easy for her to tell since he had the robe on backwards and it was sticking straight out.

"It was about this long!" Debra held her hands about a foot apart. 

That made that song about the sandwich shop pop right into my head.

"Jesus! That scrawny little guy has a dong like that?" I was surprised to say the least.

"Yep! No kidding!" She laughed.

Debra told me that she had barely gotten sat down, then the thing went off before she could even get her rubber glove on and she ended up with stuff all over the front of her smock.

"About 8 blasts in a row!" She giggled. "Hell, I had to duck or he might have drowned me!"

I damn near died laughing at that one, and it got worse when she told me she had advised him to play with it a couple of times before trying to have sex.

Then he told her he really didn't like doing that himself, so maybe she could give him a little hand?

Of course Debra refused that.

Ethics, I guess.

Anyway, old man Vidalis is at least 80 years old, his wife is about the same age and has to be over 300 pounds! That stuck me as funny, too.

That was when Debra told me it wasn't the wife that was causing his concern.

It was his 24 year old rather overly endowed redheaded sales clerk!

Like I said, I know about a lot of things.

+++

So Debra telling me about Rachel's problem was no big deal, she knows I am pretty good at keeping my mouth shut.

Somehow all the funny talk set me off and I had a hell of a lot of fun that night as I demonstrated my "special" technique that I had to "cure" problems that women had. 

Debs giggled when I told her to send all of her female clients with sex problems my way and I would fix them right up!

Not that I had any idea at all what to do about that, it was just a hell of a lot of fun to use the barest tip of my tongue to tease her until she was squirming around trying to shove her big fat lips against my mouth, which I kept right on moving out of the way.

I was doing my very best to be imaginative that time.

Debra started to act a little bit energetic!

Funny thing is that I looked up and her nipples had flattened out until they were as big around as the bottom of a wine bottle. I thought nipples always got hard when women got turned on, but I guess not always.

A man is never too old to learn something.

I also noticed Debra's beaver looked like it was turning inside out, and her fat button was poking out like I never saw before. I wrapped my lips around that thing, it popped into my head that maybe this is what it is like to be gay?

Which got me to giggling. Which got her to bouncing around?

Interesting.

The thing was as big as the end of my thumb, so I rolled my lips sideways back and forth on it and sucked a little bit.

Then I started humming.

Suddenly Debra's body went off and she soaked my face, now that I had never seen before either, it was like she turned a damned fire hose on me.

She lay there on her back, twitching and jerking, trembling like she was cold or something but she sure as hell didn't feel cold?

I reached out and ran my finger up over her sloppy beaver, she came right off the bed and tried to scoot up the wall to get away from me.

Holy shit did she go overly sensitive!

It took damn near a half hour before I could touch her, amazing.

Then she told me she had never felt anything like that in her entire life, which made me feel kind of good to be honest.

Next thing I knew she was on her hands and knees between my legs and she got her nose all the way to my pubic hair. After the top of my own head went sailing, I looked down and was grateful to see my dick was still there.

Now I don't know how to explain things like that, it just happened.

+++

Anyway, back to Rachel. I was trimming the borders of my lawn, sticking each little tuft of grass into a brown paper sack. I was using Deb's sewing scissors, those really worked neat.

I doubt that Debs even noticed, she never sews anything.

Probably best she doesn't know about the scissors, though.

I looked up and saw Rachel come out, since she and Nathan rent the house that is on the lot at an angle to ours so it's almost an every day thing.

There is no point in them trying to win the best yard contest, their yard is in the back, ours faces the front.

This time she was all fixed up, usually her hair was all over the place and she had on faded blue jeans and a sweater.

The day was warmer than normal, damn near 60 degrees out, rare for the coast in early October.

Rachel had on a pair of tiny white shorts and a white tube top. I could see a shiny little ring in her navel, and her nipples made round shadows in the top. One inch farther down and they would be peeking over the upper edge, that was obvious.

Makeup, too. 

"You look nice today, Rachel." I told her, doing my very best to not stare at her tits.

"Thank you. Wow, your yard is really looking good, I bet you win this year." She smiled, striking what appeared to me to be a pose.

Damn, those shorts were small!

I nodded, fat chance of that what with the Mayor and his full crew. 

I had even considered sneaking over there in the middle of the night with a bottle of Roundup but I thought better of that.

I could see that something was on her mind, but I figured it was best to just let her get to it.

"I was talking to your wife about some things." She sounded hesitant. My ears perked up.

"Oh? Like what?" I answered, checking out the distance to my front door.

"I have some...personal issues, so I went to the clinic."

"I see. Well, I am sure that Debra will be happy to try and help you." I said.

"She did. It was...female things, and she was telling me about you.. Oh, God. I don't know how to ask this."

I sat up. Now what in the hell did Debra go yapping about to her this time? I took a deep breath.

"I can't have..pleasure..you know? Climaxes?"

"Oh. I...uhhh...see. Uhhh..Have you tried talking to your husband about that?"

"Yes. Then he tries but...." Her face was bright red now.

"Maybe Debra can....?" It was my turn to blush.

"No. I need someone to teach him...us..what works."

"Teach?" I really had no idea at all what to say, this wasn't something I ever expected.

I mean, come on! Talking to another man's wife about her sexual issues was not exactly something I was comfortable with.

"I couldn't. I am no Doctor. I would have no idea how to teach Nathan...?" I managed.

Hell, I couldn't even teach Nathan how to fish. The vision of Nathan with that fish clamped down in his fingers flashed into my mind.

Hell, he stuck his fingers right in there, the thing chomped down and refused to let go.

I think it even growled.

It's big old cheeks were puffed out as it chomped down, lord that was funny!

I managed to stifle a giggle at the thought, trying to keep a straight face. 

"What was that, Rachel?" She had said something.

"I said, maybe just...me then?"

I looked at her, no idea of what to say.

"Just you, what?" I asked, finally.

"Will you?"

"Will I what?" I asked again. It began to dawn on me what she was saying.

"Show me what it is that you do, that makes your wife...You know, like she described?" Now she was seriously blushing, I saw her bite her lower lip.

"Honey...I...I mean, I couldn't do something like that, Rachel. I am married!"

The conversation went downhill a bit from there, Rachel ended up with tears in her eyes, blubbering that she was afraid that Nathan would leave her because she was frozen.

"You mean...uhh..frigid, I think." I said, realizing far too late what I just said.

That didn't help one bit.

Rachel turned and took off running, she crossed the yard and jumped over the low fence, went inside.

I sighed and went back to my yard work.

Just wait until Debra gets home, I thought.

+++

It wasn't really a fight, Debra and I had never had one but it got damned close.

I calmed down when she explained that all she had mentioned to Rachel was that she and I had experienced a wonderful session, and it was caused by bringing new things into the bedroom.

Of course Rachel wanted to know what kind of new things.

Women do talk about more than soap operas, I guess.

She had told Rachel some of it, then suggested she perhaps try and tell Nathan exactly what she needed. 

Rachel had said that she had no idea what she needed, Nathan was the only man she had ever been with.

That was when the mistake was made. Debra had told her that this could be a problem, her body needed to be taught, conditioned. She just lacked the experience that comes with some practice.

"It sometimes is helpful for a woman to experience other partners early on, it can help them to relax and just let things happen when they finally do settle on a regular mate." She told her.

"You mean a man who knows what to do? Like... Danny?" Rachel had asked her.

"Well, Dan surely could I suppose, but what you really need is to teach Nathan what to do. How about I send the two of you to a sex therapist?" Debra advised her.

Of course that meant spend money and they didn't have any. Her husband Nathan might be the head Chef at the fancy new place but that title didn't pay much.

No medical benefits, either.

Our rather heavy discussion was settled, I thought I understood what had happened. It was just a naive young housewife.

Grasping at straws, the "straw" being the 68 year old half bald guy from next door? Grandpa with an undeserved reputation?

"Will you?" She had asked me.

Lord.

I could just envision me, 68 years old going over to see my next door neighbor's wife to "teach" her about having sex?

Me with a wife at home?

Her with a hubby at work?

Yea, that would work REAL good!

Now if someone had even told me about anything like that happening, my being asked just like that, I would not have even believed them.

+++

"I told you I still have what it takes, babe." I told Debra that night as she sat cross legged by my side, rubbing my back. 

I had just gotten done having fun with her on the chubby side body, now it was my turn.

Of course that progressed to her rubbing my butt, then her fingers were tickling my balls and it wasn't long before I was exercising some of my sexual prowess.

It was nice, but not like that time a couple of weeks earlier. I knew keeping up with a session like that would mean saving up some energy, the truth is that my back still hurt from that one.

"You could, you know." Debra said.

"Could what?" I asked.

"Teach her." She said.

"Teach who? Oh! What? You can't mean that, you want me to go screw my neighbor's wife?"

"No, not that. But you could..teach her about oral sex maybe?"

"You are kidding me!" I sat up.

"No, I'm not. She is hurting, we don't have any specialists at all down here, the closest is in Portland. Besides, those two kids don't have a dime between them, they are just starting out."

"Great. You want me go mess with some guy's wife because they can't afford to hire a professional?"

"Danny, it isn't like that. These kinds of issues can destroy a marriage, sex therapists deal with surrogates all the time. It's not a big deal."

"I am not a surrogate, I am married to you!"

"I know, but I am a Doctor, I don't look at it that way." She said, a mildly sad tone in her voice.

"You are just a Nurse." I teased, trying to change the subject.

"So help me, I am going to go back to school just to get you to stop saying that!" Debra took a fake poke at my shoulder, hopped up and went to the bathroom.

I lay there thinking, listening to her in the shower. She was humming as she washed herself, I knew I had given her a nice time. Then my mind drifted to Rachel.

Hell, even if I did try something like that, what happened if she still couldn't feel it? Until I met Debra, all I knew was a few women in my early years, a long period with a wife that I was completely faithful to, and Debra.

Oh, sure, there was a couple of things I did when I was in the Navy, but that's none of your business.

+++

Sure, I have fantasies, like the story I wrote about meeting two sweet young things out on the jetty fishing, picking them up and then getting laid six ways to Christmas.

Like sure that happened. What really happened that time is I did see the two cute little things, they really were wearing just some skimpy bikinis. I even walked back towards my car with them, the one gal turned her back to peel off her top and pull on a T-shirt, glancing my way with a smirk.

Of course she knew damn good and well I was getting a kick out of that, she was having fun teasing an old grandpa. They wanted a ride into town and I obliged, one of them asked if she could "borrow" some money so I handed her a ten dollar bill.

What the hell, they were skinny and looked hungry, besides, they looked nice in those tiny little suits.

Then they waved and off they went.

I drove home that day, cleaned my fish and ate them. Later in the bathroom I enjoyed the memory of the one gal's naked back, and the way their round fannies looked in those tiny outfits.

The truth is that most young girls have no interest in us Grandpa types, they prefer the young and virile boys.

Of course if they understood that us old farts know where some things are and how they work, and we also have pretty good self control?

A few might change their minds.

Anyway, all the rest of that story was just a fantasy, but this one was real! 

Rachel was one fine looking female, no way in hell was she even 25 years old yet.

Yet she had actually asked white haired old ME to "teach" her about sex?

I lay there thinking about that, then I was thinking of the way her nipples showed through that top she had on and next it hit me I had a woodie from just thinking about it. That's on the rare side, me getting it up that fast after just getting it up. Nobody rubbing it, either, I was just thinking.

Debra popped out of the bathroom, took one look and knew.

"What are you thinking about, honey?" She gave me a knowing grin, reaching back to rub her bare ass with the towel.

She was facing me, her big tits swinging back and forth as she tugged on the towel. Since we got married she has dropped about 20 pounds, I kind of think I know why, too.

So that was just plain deliberate!

The way she was doing that, wiggling her behind across the towel reminded me of the time I was in Indonesia, this gal was up on stage naked, she had a sash and was rubbing it back and forth across her ass, her legs spread right in front of me and...

Well. You get the picture.

"I was just thinking about how good you look!" I said, sitting up and reaching for her.

"You are going to get me all yukky!" Debs giggled but she didn't really resist much.

"We have more hot water." I told her.

Later, after she got cleaned up from me getting her all yukky, she came in and plopped down on the bed.

"You were thinking about Rachel, weren't you?" She asked, rubbing my poor limp dick.

"No."

"Liar!" She giggled.

+++

The next day I looked out the window to see three old ladies and some guy looking at my yard. The guy was also taking pictures, so I was out there in a flash.

"Hi, Dan!" The one woman smiled at me. It was the Mayor's wife Marie, of course she was on the selection committee.

Of course.

I had seen her around town from time to time, nice looking woman about 50 or so.

I kept a perfectly straight face.

We chatted, they raved for awhile about how good my yard looked. Then they had me pose in front of my efforts and snapped several more pictures.

They wandered on down the street, so I went back inside. I was sipping on some coffee, thinking about how it was unfair as hell to have the Mayor's wife on the fucking yard contest committee.

OK. I was pouting, so what?

My doorbell rang. I answered it, there stood Rachel.

"Can I talk to you? Please?" She asked.

"Uhh..sure." I let her in, against my better judgment.

"Like some Coffee?" I asked her.

"Sure, that sounds good." She answered, looking around.

"Wow, Debra sure does keep a neat house." She said.

I didn't answer. Debra is best described as messy, left to her own devices every flat surface in our place would have piles of things on top of them. I am the one that puts everything away and keeps it all organized. 

I even do all the laundry but I will deny that if you ever tell anyone.

I handed Rachel a cup, then sat down, motioning her to a chair.

"Danny, I wanted to tell you I am sorry about what I said." She managed.

"That's no problem." I told her.

"I know I made you nervous, normally I am not so...forward. But it's just that Nathan and I..." Her voice trailed off as she looked down.

"Honey, relations between a married couple is a learning curve, it takes time. You two need to get to know each other, communicate, you know?"

"I guess so. It's so frustrating. It's just that you are always so nice. Then when your wife was telling me about you...THAT? She had a look in her eyes, I saw that and I wanted to be able to....feel like that." Rachel was starting to visibly relax now.

Debra? I felt a little twinge of pride, it's hard not to when a man finds out his wife has been bragging about him.

"Anyway, I'm sorry if I upset you, Nathan and I talked for a long time and he told me that maybe if you were willing, it could...help?"

"You and Nathan...talked about that?" That surprised me.

"Yes. He said that maybe if I ever did have...one of those, then after that it would be easier. It might help make me as fast as he is, that way...Nathan really does love me, he told me he will do anything to make me happy."

"Your husband just needs to keep trying, some women take longer I think. He has to figure out what excites you. You said he is...uhhh...fast?"

"Nathan tries but he...it is over in just a minute or so." Rachel's face was bright pink now.

"Oh. That might be it, maybe you just need more....time?"

"Yes, I think you are right. Well, thank you for the Coffee, I better get home." Rachel smiled at me and went to the door.

"Danny, if you ever change your mind about..you know...helping me? Just let me know. I really like you and feel comfortable, I think it might work?" Then she was gone.




Will You?



I was thinking that this was the strangest conversation I had ever had in my life. I shook my head, then turned on the TV.

+++

Daytime TV sucks, I hate watching it because it is all the same. Still, I had to find out if that old woman ever did get out of that casket on Days of our Lives.

She didn't, not yet. I was wondering since she had been in there for weeks now, what did she eat? Where did she poop?

And just how in the hell did she manage to put on her makeup?

Yep. Still there. Hell with it, I turned the TV off.

I almost made it out to the yard when the phone rang.

"Well, what did she say?" Debra asked as soon as I picked it up.

"What did who say?"

"Rachel. I told her to go talk to you, she was afraid you were upset."

"Oh. She apologized, is all."

"Is that all?"

"Pretty much, except I guess she and her husband actually talked about it."

"Yes, I know about that, she told me. So did she ask you?"

"Ask me what?"

"If you would help her with her problem, of course." Debra sounded mildly miffed.

"Sort of. She told me if I changed my mind to just let her know."

"I see. Well, you should, you know. It won't hurt you to help out." Debra giggled at that.

"Honey, do you really want me to go over there and try to teach Rachel about having orgasms?"

"Well, I wouldn't mind, if that is what you are thinking. She really was feeling miserable, and poor Nathan I guess is at his wit's end."

"Honey, I just don't think I can do that." I told her.

"Well, if you do change your mind, it's best if she comes over to our place, OK?" She said.

"Our place? Why?"

"Neighbors, things like that. This whole town has a bunch of blue noses. I gotta go, clients waiting." She hung up.

That night I guess my sexual skills were stuck in my mind, hell, it's not tough at all to get puffed up at the idea of some cute woman wanting you to come over and play with them.

So I went right to work on Debra, delighting in her reaction to my tongue touching her, teasing, giving her traces of sensation. Debra's fat lips got fatter and fatter, then she did that blast off with stuff again. It wasn't a flood like the other time but it was damn close.

Once again I could not even touch her for a solid 20 minutes or so, then once again she sucked me off in a way that just blew my mind.

The truth is I kind of liked that.

The other truth is that my back hurt again.

+++

Thursday morning the local paper arrived. There on the front page was our Mayor, beaming with pride, standing in front of his fucking yard.

What an asshole, not one single Mexican was in sight. The prick stood there holding a rake like he actually did something.

I sighed, turned to the Letters to the editor page. Usually that was a kick, the people that wrote in all wanted something, or wanted to bitch about something and they all had rocks in their heads.

There at the top of the second page was MY smiling face and MY yard! Damned if I didn't win second place!

Hell, that wasn't so bad, I thought.

Probably I was going to get two tickets to Taco Bell but I didn't care, it was something.

I was right in the middle of basking in my success when someone knocked on the door.

"You got second place!" Rachel said, the moment I opened the door. She had a copy of the newspaper in her hand, a coat pulled tightly around her to ward off the morning fog.

"Yep, pretty cool! Come on in, I have some coffee on." She came in, peeled off her coat and sat down on the couch.

I did one of those double takes.

She had on a very sheer blouse and what looked like an equally sheer sports bra. The skirt was extremely short, her legs obviously bare.

I went and got some Coffee, brought it back. She took a sip.

"Good!" She smiled at me. I always put a pinch of brown sugar in my coffee, everybody likes that. 

I sat down in my chair.

We just looked at each other. I was doing my level best to not look at her nipples, they showed as two dark circles. Hell, the outfit was so sheer I could make out the little round tips right on the end of her nipples.

"Debra knows I am here." She said finally.

"I see. Why are you here?" I asked.

"I was hoping...." Rachel leaned back, let her legs part slightly. I was sitting directly across from her.

I opened my mouth to protest, as her legs parted even more. I was either looking at some very fuzzy black panties, or pubic hair, and I was fairly sure which one it was.

No sound came out of my mouth. One of her hands came up to the front of her blouse, fiddled with a button. It opened with a flick of her fingers.

"Rachel!" I said.

She stood up.

"Debra said that if I just went for it, that maybe you would? She said you like looking at women." Her hand came down to her side, tripped the catch at her waist.

The skirt dropped to the floor, she stepped out of it.

I was right. Those were not fuzzy black panties I was looking at.

A perfectly trimmed little "V".

"Please?" She walked back over to the couch, sat down and looked at me. My groin was betraying me at this point. My mouth came open to say something but no sound came out.

Her legs parted again.

"Maybe if I show you my titties?" She said with a catch in her voice. Her hands came up and the blouse was off in seconds, she reached behind her back and the bra was gone also, just like that.

Rachel was suddenly naked except for her shoes and socks. Her breasts were smaller than Debra's by a lot, her waist was slender. The piece of jewelry in her navel flashed.

Belly flat as a pancake.

"Oh, what the hell!" I said. I got up and walked over to the couch.

"Lean back." I told her. She obeyed instantly.

"Open your legs, show me everything!" I said.

Rachel hesitated, but then she shyly let her legs part.

"More than that, open wide!" I was beginning to get it, maybe she needed to be told what to do. She closed her eyes, spread her legs. Her pink inner lips appeared as a tiny fold right in the center of her opening.

"Touch yourself!" I ordered, making my voice a bit more firm. One hand came down, she began to rub herself furiously.

"Slower, tease it." I stood there fully dressed, just watching her. Her busy fingers slowed down, began longer drawn out strokes. I sat down, lifted her right leg and placed it in the floor.

She opened her eyes for a moment, looked at me and closed them again. I reached over and pressed her left knee all the way to the back of the couch.

No resistance at all.

Reaching out, I took her other hand and brought it down to between her legs, she began to use the fingers of both hands. I reached up and let my fingers drift between her breasts, splaying them out as I drew them downwards and over her abdomen.

After a dozen repeats of that, I saw her pussy begin to dampen, then it flooded with moisture. It showed signs of swelling now, the outer lips rolled outwards.

I pushed her fingers away, drew two of my own down across her lips right alongside her opening. She did an involuntary twitch, so I repeated that over and over. Using just two fingers of my right hand, I spread her lips. Her clitoris was tiny, so small it was nearly invisible.

Rachel had her legs as wide as they would go, her eyes were still squeezed shut. I placed one hand on each knee, slid them slowly up the inside of her thighs. Her hips thrust upwards as I got close, so I allowed my thumbs to drop down and stroke upwards over her butt cheeks.

I stopped and repeated the motion, each time getting closer and closer. Her hips began to move up and down more rapidly.

I slid my thumbs directly over her, flicking upwards rapidly, barely touching. Her eyelids fluttered, she tipped her head back and opened her mouth.

Then I stopped, her eyes flashed open but she wasn't seeing me. Without touching her legs, I reached up and pressed the index finger of my right hand inside her, curling the tip upwards gently.

"Uhhh!" Escaped from her lips. Then I leaned forward and touched the tip of my tongue to her, barely brushing her like I had done with Debra.

"Uhhh!" She muttered again, her hips working at my face. I moved as slowly as I could go, barely brushing her. She tasted completely different than Debra, it was delightful. I realized I was hard as a rock myself, I had to reach down and adjust myself because it was uncomfortable.

I kept that up for a long time, finally expanding my tongue allowing the flat of it to slide all the way over her now bulging lips. I was now on my knees next to the couch, I braced myself with my left elbow, then slid my fingertips up and over the cheeks of her ass, letting them drag lightly right up between her open legs.

I kept right on barely touching her with the tip of my tongue. I thought I could feel the tiny little bump of her clitoris but I wasn't sure.

It was starting to get very damp down there. Rachel let loose with a long moan, then her hands went to my head and she pulled my face firmly into her. She had both hands wrapped in my hair, it even hurt a little bit but I didn't mind.

One final very firm lick and that did it, I felt her body let go. Her hips were making short up and down thrusts, then she let out a long shudder and came to a stop.

I knew Rachel had had an orgasm, I also knew it was just a small one.

I sat up, she lay there quietly, her eyes still closed. I still had my hand on her, slowly letting my fingers slide. 

Finally she opened her eyes, looked at me and smiled.

"So that's what it is like." She said.

"Now you need to go home, and teach Nathan...." 

"Do you want me to....do it back?" She asked. Her eyes darted down to my groin, then back up.

"No, honey. That's all right, I am fine." I told her.

"I...I never have, but read about it online. I really will for you if you want me to." She again glanced down at the very obvious bulge in my jeans.

"Oh. Well, give it a try for Nathan, you just might be surprised at how he...." Was as far as I got, someone was knocking at the door.

Rachel jumped up, grabbed her blouse and tugged it on. Then she slid the skirt up and quickly fastened it.

I went and answered the door.

Three women stood there. I instantly recognized Marie, the Mayor's wife. The two other women I didn't know, both of them had white hair.

"Hi, Dan. We came by to bring you a copy of the yard contest photo, and here is your award plaque." She handed me a wrapped package.

She was looking right by me at Rachel standing there very red faced. The blouse she had on made it quite clear that there was nothing at all underneath it. The shiny streak streaming down the inside of her thigh didn't help to hide the situation, either. 

Rachel really had gotten on the damp side there.

Talk about obvious. There lay her sports bra, in the middle of my living room carpet.

I turned very red faced myself.

"Uhhh....Thank you." I managed to stammer. The other two women looked at me, then at Rachel, then they gave each other knowing grins.

Marie looked me right in the eye, one eyebrow went up. A smile crossed her face, then she winked at me.

"Well, have fun!" She said, and they turned to leave.

I shut the door, turned to Rachel.

"Well. That wasn't good." I said.

She just stood there looking at me.

"Are you going to be all right?" I asked her.

"Yes, Danny. I am just fine. Better than fine, in fact. Now I know. I just need to teach Nathan. I always knew there was...something more." A smile flashed across her face.

"That was just a little one, honey. There is lots more to learn, you and your husband have fun. Don't be afraid to experiment."

Rachel headed for the door, opening it, she stood there for a moment.

"You could have...I would have let you go all the way...if you wanted to." She said.

"I know." I told her. 

"For a little bit there, I kind of wanted you to." Rachel laughed, then she left.

+++

Debra wasn't even pissed off, she even insisted I tell her the whole thing. But then I really didn't expect her to be. She is just a different kind of woman that does not think like most women do.

She actually acted a little bit turned on as I described what happened. Of course I had to demonstrate. Then I knew that my Debs was actually a lot turned on!

My wife is one nasty female, I told her that, too.

"Yep, but I am your nasty female!" She laughed at me. 

+++

About three weeks went by, Debra came home and told me that Rachel and Nathan seemed to be managing.

Rachel had gone into the office to talk to Debra again. I would have given anything to be a Mouse in the room for that conversation.

It seemed that she had taken charge and refused to allow Nathan to even get undressed until he had her to a certain point. 

The report was that it appeared to work for her. Then she had done some experimentation, and figured out that things like a hard penis in her mouth wasn't so bad after all, and Nathan got a lot slower if she did that first.

Plus if she did that he appeared to be a lot more willing to stick his own nose down there.

"You sure did a good job for her, Honey!" Debs told me.

I had to laugh at that. Can anyone even imagine? Me, a sexual surrogate?

A white haired 68 year old sexual surrogate, now that is funny! 

But an old man's life goes on.

+++

I planned to go catch me some fish, but I woke up the morning I had selected to find it raining outside like the hubs of hell.

That pissed me off, so that afternoon I sat down in my chair to watch some daytime TV.

That silly woman was still inside the casket, now it seemed that everyone knew about it and were all standing around discussing what to do.

I was no more than settled, when someone knocked at the door. Now just who in the hell would be knocking on my door at 2 in the afternoon in the middle of a rain storm?

I opened it to find the Mayor's wife Marie standing there, she had an umbrella which wasn't doing a hell of a lot of good.

Down here at the coast, it usually rains sideways, nobody carries an umbrella but Marie had one.

"May I come in? I am pretty wet." She said.

"Sure." I opened the door and let her in. I didn't have a clue why Marie would be coming by our place.

I went and got some towels, handed them to her. She smiled at me, took them and tried to dry off without much success.

I went over and switched on our electric heater, it has a big fan in it. Marie gratefully went over and stood in front of it.

"So what can I do for you today, Marie?" I asked her.

"I was...The other day when I saw you and that girl? I realized..I was thinking maybe you might like to...?" She gave me a huge smile.

I just looked at her in surprise. 

"That was just one of those things, I am sorry you saw that."

"I'm not." She was looking right at me. 

Then I thought about that. 

It had to be Debs again.

Plus three Mexicans helping our good Mayor with his yard, huh? 

So he always wins the fucking best yard contest, huh?

"I see." I said with a grin. I walked over beside her, held my hands out towards the heater.

She smiled up at me, an expectant look on her face.

"Perhaps I should help you out of those wet things, you might catch your death of a cold?" I asked.

+++

Later, when Marie left with a smile on her face. I noticed it had quit raining.

That was fun, I really enjoyed helping the Mayor out with some of his homework. I didn't see a hell of a lot of dysfunction, though. Marie was hot as a pistol, she even did her level best to get my jeans off but I wouldn't let her.

All of that would very likely piss the good Mayor off if he ever found out, but I had a feeling he wasn't going to.

I got a laugh out of that, went in and switched on the TV. The stupid show was just getting over, I had spent nearly the full hour training the Mayor's wife.

Some big haired redhead was now in the fucking casket!

Crap.

How in the hell had that happened? I missed the whole thing. Now I had to wait until late night for the rerun to find out what happened.

I sat down, a cup of Coffee in my hand.

I was thinking maybe it might be best to have a talk about this last little incident to Debs? Rachel was one thing, doing the Mayor's wife might turn out to be quite another.

On the kinky side stuff, it could turn out to be a matter of time before the story got out.

I could just see how our local newspaper would handle something like that, so it might be a good idea if she quit sending women over.

+++

Debs got home right on time, she came into the kitchen and gave me a hug. I was getting ready to make some mashed Potatoes. 

"Marie came by today." I told her.

"Who?" She asked.

"Marie. The Mayor's old lady." I grabbed another Potato, started to peel it.

"Oh. What did she want?" Debs asked, dragging out a couple of pans.

"You know what she wanted." I said with a laugh.

"No, I don't." Debra got a confused look on her face.

I looked at her.

She looked at me.

Oops!



Will You Be Daddy?



After my wife died I drove my Motor home down to Cornwall to do some fishing for a while. I’m sixty years old and have been retired for a year; I’ve also not been getting any sex lately. 

I arrived at what could be a suitable location, a patch of heathland that I had accessed from a steep narrow lane. My wide Motor home had just passed down it scraping the wing mirrors on bushes as I passed. Three times I’d had to pull in to parking bays at the side of the one-track road to let cars pass me from the other direction. 

With all that trouble I hoped it would be worth it, I hated staying in pay sites with others. Apart from the costs involved it meant some socializing and little privacy. My van had all I wanted; a solar panel supplied a never-ending supply of current to the big leisure batteries. Almost everything on board could be run from the batteries, fridge, heating cooling, lighting, computer, television, and water heater. Only the cooker needed gas and with my under slung gas tank this lasted forever. 

I parked on the heathland and took my beach rods and pack out to explore. Finding a path leading down the high cliff to the sea, I noticed a nude beach below sign. It didn’t worry me, I liked to be naked and on this hot August day a skinny dip would be great. The path was steep no problem for a runner like me, but it would be much harder on the way up if anyone wasn’t at their peak of fitness. There were little board steps at the steepest points and halfway down a small bench seat with a view of the blue seascape. 

After twenty minutes I reached the beach a long stretch of hard sand with some small dunes and flat rock out crops. There were a few couples sunning themselves naked on towels. As I passed I admired the ladies of varying age and shape, most were laying legs together. However one woman with a trim figure lent over to her beach bag and I got a view of her hairy pussy for a few seconds. 

Climbing on to the rocks I stripped naked then set up my fishing gear and cast into the open sea. Standing holding the rod in my hand the breeze and strong sun on my balls made me feel horny. A young sexy woman who walked past me into the sea didn’t help, her large slightly pendulous boobs bouncing as she jumped the small waves. But it’s not done to have a hard on in front of others so I slipped into the water to cool myself off in both senses. 

Entering, the tepid water felt great on my nude body, I swam with my strong crawl stroke for about a hundred meters then returned towards the beach not wanting to leave my rod for too long. Keeping my head down and not looking up I crashed into the woman I had seen earlier. My leading hand unintentionally ran down one of her soft tits as I did so, knocking her over. 

She went under and was struggling to get up, so automatically I put my hands on her arms to lift her. She came up slowly and although I didn’t pull her to me I felt her tummy push into me. I hadn’t noticed before but she was obviously very pregnant, I said, “Sorry I didn’t mean to do that.” She said spluttering, “I know it was an accident, its ok Daddy.” 

Then she coughed and fell forward into my arms, I felt her swollen tits and large nipples against my chest. While I held her to me I could feel her swollen tummy against my now flaccid cock. I could felt it stiffening slightly as we rubbed together, now she said, “Sorry” but didn’t pull away and her coughing fit made her stomach move against my genitals, it was very erotic. 

I helped her out of the water and she sat on a rock coughing the water up, as she did so she leaned forward then back. Eventually she laid back and opened her legs wide, I could see her very hairy pussy plainly with its long droopy outer lips, but she didn’t seem to care. 

She said, “My names Carol I’m eighteen just and I’m living in a rented mobile home at the moment just up the cliff. I said, “I’m Dave I’m sixty and a widower just down for a few days for a spot of fishing, staying in my Motor home. 

She said, “My daddy used to take me fishing on this beach when we came here on holiday, before he died!” I said, “Did you enjoy it? She said, “Yes I came down with mum and Dad most years, I liked to run around without my clothes on and see them naked to. We would fish, swim and sunbathe most days, when dad died we moved away. I came back recently and come down every day now, but it’s getting hard to climb back up in my condition carrying all my gear.”

“ Can I watch you fishing for a while? She said. “Of course I’ll be glad of the company,” I replied, “I’ve been rather lonely since my wife died.” What I didn’t say was it was great to have her little bum, big tits, hairy pussy, bulging tummy and pretty face to look at. I said, “When you want to go let me know and I’ll pack up and help you up the cliff if you like? She said, “That would be lovely, your nice just like my dad was, you even look like him a lot, same size and everything, can I call you Daddy?” “I’d like that I said” 

She spread out on the rock and I caught four reasonable fish that I could take back for tea. She said Daddy, I want to wee and I can’t walk back to the cliffs, do you mind if I do it here? “No that’s alright daughter.” I said. With that she squatted right in front of me with her back to me and holding her legs wide pissed a long stream of pee into a pool between us. She’d deliberately let me see her cunt as she did it, then she smiled and said, “I liked my Daddy to watch me do it, it felt so good that way. 

Later she said she wanted to go so we dressed and packed up our gear and started up the cliff path. She held on to my arm then eventually she put her arm around me and I did her. When we got to my Motor home, she said, “ I’d like to look in it tomorrow if you’re still here, I’ve got to pay some bills this afternoon. I’ll be down about ten.” “I’ll wait for you to help carry your gear then.” I said. “Will you Daddy you’re so lovely!” 

I was confused by my emotions; it was odd being called her Daddy, she was so uninhibited about her nudity despite her swollen condition I wanted to fuck her badly. But I reasoned she’s Pregnant so there must be a husband or a boyfriend around somewhere plus her mum. 

So I mustn’t touch her or I may get done for indecent assault. Still close up views of an eighteen year olds pussy and tits is as much as an old man could expect, so I’ll be good. Mind you I was hard as soon as I thought of her body and masturbated saying Carol as I did so. 

The next day dead on time she came and we worked our way down the cliff and set up on the beach. Her eyes were red from crying but I didn’t think I should ask what was wrong. Carol said, “Daddy could I tell you my troubles I’ve got no one else to talk to?”

I said, “Yes of course you can Carol.”

She said, “I’ll start from my childhood so you’ll understand the problem. I was an only child cos my mum had a problem when I was born. She never liked me much; I think she blamed me for her condition. So I became a Daddies girl, I clung to him all the time when he was home. We always came down here for holidays and took our clothes off so I got used to bare bodies from early on. 

I loved Daddy and was fascinated by his cock that was flaccid like yours is now when we were on the beach. One day at home I heard noises and peeped through my parents door. Mummy was licking Daddies cock; I was amazed that it was big and hard not like on the beach. Then he put it between her legs and kept thrusting at her and she made such odd noises. When I was sixteen and could legally have sex in Britain, I decided Daddy was the only one I wanted to take my cheery.

From then on when we were on the beach I kept trying to get close or to touch his wily or show him my pussy. When Mummy was off swimming, I‘d lay with my arms around him, pretend to be asleep and drop my arm until my hand rested on his cock. Usually he moved it off but one day I did it he left it there. After a while I felt it getting bigger, I peeped at it and as if asleep held on to it.

I’d lay with my legs open and swing them in the air, opening wide so he could see everything. Or I’d sit on his chest and shuffle forward until my cunt met his lips. He would give it a playful lick but then push me off. When I did these things I watched his cock grow so I knew I was turning him on. I was in love with Daddy and wanted his cock in-between my legs like he did to Mummy. But he didn’t try anything unfortunately. 

One day Mummy was talking to a group of young guys in the water while dad was lying with me because he didn’t swim. Later after the men left I saw Mum go into the Dunes, as Dad was asleep I wandered after her and when I got into the Dunes, was about to yell out to Mum, when I heard her laugh and moved towards the sound. 

I saw her but she wasn’t alone the six guys she had been talking to by the water were there. But not just talking to her, two were sucking her breasts and one was licking her pussy. Then they bent her over and one who had a very long cock started to fuck her. While he did her, another had his prick in her mouth and she was sucking him noisily. After the two had finished they stood her up and another man put his cock in her cunt. Then a second got behind her with his stiff cock and I realized with disgust he put it up her bum.

They keep taking turns with her holes two or three at a time. I thought I should run to get dad to save her, but then saw the look of lust and pleasure on her face. She wanted these young men to do her. She was making the same noises I’d heard when Daddy did her. I didn’t want to upset daddy so I ran back to him as if nothing had happened; he was still asleep in the shade of a rock. 

Poor Daddy I thought, bad Mummy, well I’d be his lover from now on. He was sound asleep so I gently felt his cock and it stiffened. Its head came out from its foreskin, being careful not to wake him I put it in my mouth and started to lick and suck him. He wiggled a bit but didn’t wake as if he was having a sexy dream. I thought he deserves something nice after what bad Mummy was doing, so kept on sucking his cock. 

I felt his nob pulse and then he shot load after load into my mouth, it tasted salty but nice. I removed my mouth and took some of his cum out to look at it. It was whitish and sticky. Then Mummy came back and I could see her pussy was dripping with the same substance. She ran off down the beach and I watched her washing her cunt and bum holes in the sea. Daddy woke and saw her coming from the water and said, “Did you have a good time dear?” I think he meant swimming? With a smile of lust on her face, she said, “I had a really wonderful time.” I knew she meant I was well fucked! 

From then on I followed her every day and she always got shagged by strangers she picked up, sometimes just one sometimes several. One day it was a black man with a huge cock, I thought he would hurt her, but she seemed to enjoy it even more. I was curious, but angry with her for not just doing it with my Daddy. 

That was our last holiday together because Dad had got incurable cancer and mummy ran off with a horrible brute of a man. Leaving my poor ill Daddy to look after me. I decided I wanted Daddy to do all the things those men had done to Mummy, to me. But he was a nice man and he wouldn’t do me no matter how often I pleaded. 

I tried to make him by getting naked into his bed when he was asleep, getting him hard like on the beach then mounting his Penis with my cunt. Unfortunately he always woke, stopped me and promised he’d fuck me when I reached eighteen. I said I’m sixteen now its legal for me to have sex, but he just wouldn’t. But I did get him to let me give him hand jobs and suck him off when he was horny. Afterwards he’d lick my pussy until I came; it was wonderful, Mummy was mad to leave him. Then he was taken into a hospice and died soon afterwards.” 

I said, “But you’ve found someone now haven’t you,” indicating her pregnant stomach. “You’ve got a boyfriend obviously?” “No” she said, “I don’t fancy young men after seeing what they did to Mummy. They fucked her and broke up our home and made poor Daddy so sad. 

“But” I said, “Your pregnant! “Yes” she said, “but I only had full sex once and I didn’t want that! Mummy came to get me to live with her after Daddy died; she was living with a gangster drug dealer. He was grossly fat and smelly I detested him. Worse he’d been injecting drugs into Mummy and had made her go on the game. 

There were lines of men coming in to pay to fuck her every night. One night they were both drunk and the blob as I called him said he wanted me to be a prostitute as well to make him more money. 

Mummy said no at first, but he wouldn’t give her any drugs until she said yes. Mummy said to me, “Please do it for me babe, I’ve got to get my fixes. You’ll enjoy being fucked by lines of men; he’ll let you keep half the money you earn!”

Even for Mum I wasn’t going to do that and tried to run away, but he grabbed me and slung me on the floor. Then he ripped my clothes from my body and raped me, he wasn’t soft and considerate like my Daddy he just brutally shoved it in and had me. His weight trapped me under him and forced his stinking mouth on to mine. His breath was disgusting, smelling of rotting teeth, tobacco and beer; it was so bad I was physically sick. He laughed at me and thrust his dirty nob up me with no finesse, it hurt badly. Luckily he came quickly in my cunt with his layers of fat flopping about on me. 

He was disgusting, but what upset me most was mum telling him to fuck me good and to break me in for the punters. I was crying with pain, fear and rage, but they locked me in my room and he told me what my fate was going to be. For the next month he and his equally disgusting mates were going to gangbang me till I agreed to take on paying clients.

I was not going to have that, I’d rather be dead, so when he came the next night even more drunk, I smashed him on the head with one of Daddies golf clubs, legged it to the station and came down here.” “That’s dreadful, you poor girl” I said and cuddled her tightly. 

I said concernedly, “As you got pregnant by being raped, you could tell the police, get him arrested and have an abortion!” But she said despairingly, “No I couldn’t tell the police because he pays a lot of them off. They would tell him where I am and his men would kill me and Mum. Even if I have a termination I’d have to give my real identity and it would get back to him. 

So I’m stuck with this baby in my belly, but in any case I’ve got maternal instincts about not killing it. I’ve been to a charity that’s found a nice childless couple that wanting to adopt my baby. I just couldn’t keep a child that reminded me of the animal who took my virginity and made Mum a drug addict and a prostitute. 

“My poor little baby” I said, holding her to me even more tightly. “Can I help in any way?” “Yes” she said, be my Daddy, take me into the Dunes where they all fucked Mummy and make love to me gently like my real Daddy was going to do please. We walked naked together into the Dunes and we fucked slowly and tenderly until the sun was going down. 

I fucked all her holes in ever way possible and sucked milk from her lactating tits. We had lovely oral sex, bringing each other to many orgasms. Although she knew I couldn’t at that moment, she kept shouting, “Impregnate me, give me your baby Daddy!” At one point we saw a young girl watching us shag each other, with her hand rubbing her own cunt. This was very erotic and made us both hornier than ever.

Later we climbed up the cliff towards my Motor home, I said, “You wanted to see it, will you come and live in it with me and do all the things you wanted to do with your real Daddy?” “Yes” she said and then when I’ve had the baby and given it a way, will you keep impregnating me, so I can have your babies to love Daddy? Then you will be my children’s Daddy as well!” “Yes Daughter.” I said. 

But when we got to the top of the cliff path a monster of a man, fat about twenty stone of blubber grabbed her by the arm. And shouted in a drunken voice, “Got you Carol, after I’ve raped you again I’ll beat you almost to death, then let all my men have you until you die. She shouted to me, “This is the monster that raped me, help me Daddy! 

The huge man was twice my size but drunk and drugged out of his scull. He dropped her and came at me. I shouted, “Run to the Motor home Carol, I’ll meet you there later.” The big man rushed at me but I moved out of the way and his momentum and weight carried him on and out over the edge of the cliff. I heard him screaming as he fell onto the rocks below. 

I ran back to the Motor home, where I found Carol hiding and shaking behind it. She threw her arms around me and held me tight. She said, “I thought I would loose my second daddy and new lover!” “No” I said, you will never lose me, I’m going to marry you, if you will have me! “Yes Daddy I’ll marry you” she squealed, “but the Blob’s gang including the paid off , will be after us when they find his body, what can we do?

I said, “Have you got a passport? “Yes” she said. Well get it and your possessions and we will drive up to Dover and go aboard. We did that taking a night tunnel train to France. Then over several days made our way to Croatia. I booked into a cheap naturist, out of the way Caravan Park right by the sea that I had visited before. I told them we were father and daughter, I had to really as she kept calling me Daddy.

It was peaceful and the water clear and warm. After a few weeks and a lot of sex, we visited the local town and bought an English paper. Inside there was an article that said the inquest on the London gang leader who fell over a cliff in Cornwall has found it was an accidental death. Beside the article was a picture of the Blob and a caption that said, the inquest concludes he fell because of the high levels of alcohol and drugs in his body and no fowl play was suspected! We were free and clear. 

At night I fucked her tenderly, during the day we fished and lay in the sun together; she’d put her hand on my cock and pull me or suck me off in the secluded section of the bay. 

One day we saw a young girl watching us, so we fucked, giving her a show as she watched and rubbed her pussy. We’d been here before somewhere! 




Will You Be My Pirate?



Marie glanced at the clock for what seemed the millionth time since nine. Her asshole of a boyfriend was late, as usual. After she had waited more than half an hour, she sighed and prepared to leave. As she smoothed her black hair over her shoulders, she glanced in the mirror. The girl that gazed back at her looked the part of a pirate's sexy wench: tight black skirt with red laces, a low-cut, shoulder baring lace-up, corset-style top, black stiletto boots, and to top it all off, a red bandana tied jauntily around her head. 

Marie slipped out the door and locked it, sliding her key into her shirt for safe-keeping. Even though it was dark, there were only two blocks between her house and where the party was. She should be okay. Her good-for-nothing boyfriend would have to find another date. She was leaving now.

The streets here only had a few older trick-or-treaters. It was too late for the little kids that lived in the area. Most of the costumed kids were teenagers, looking to score some free candy. "Good thing it's a warm night." Marie said to herself. She was halfway there, walking past a darkened alley, when three guys appeared out of the dark to surround her. 

"Hey sexy. How about you swab my deck tonight?" The tallest one leered.

"Yeah, hot stuff. You sure can raise my mast." The larger one said, grabbing her by the arm. The short skinny one remained silent, looking up and down her body appraisingly.

Marie jerked away. "Leave me alone!" She shrieked, her eyes wide with fear.

"Aww look. The little tease is scared." The third one spoke up, pulling on the red laces of her top. "Nice tits." He commented. "How about sharing a little with us?"

"Yeah, we won't hurt you." The large one said, unconvincingly.

Marie was pushed up against the wall, as the tall one pressed his mouth sloppily against hers. His lips ground against hers, taking all and giving nothing. She put her arms up to shove him away, but the other two pinned her against the wall. The one kissing her began to slide his hands down her sides to pull up the hem of her skirt. 

Marie struggled and tried to fight them off, but she couldn't move. She let her head hang, ready to give up. The third one pulled her shirt down in the front, admiring her luscious breasts. 

"Hey! Get your filthy hands off my girl!" A stranger yelled. Marie's eyes flew up and she pleaded silently to the man she had never seen before. The man walked over and pulled the tall one off her, shoving him clear across the alley and causing him to stumble facefirst into a dumpster. "Anyone else?" He asked, rolling up his sleeves.

"No, you can take her." The large one said, as they ran off, shoving her against the wall in an effort to get away.

The man approached Marie slowly. "My name is Alex. I don't mean to scare you. I'm just here to help." He said softly, turning his head as she fixed the laces on her top, pulling it back up to adequately cover her breasts.

At his soft words, Marie fell against him, tears of fear streaming down her face. "Th-thank you. I was so scared." She sobbed. "I was sure they were going to rape me."

"Shh. Shh. It's going to be okay. They're gone now." He said, wrapping his arms around her somewhat awkwardly, finding it odd but pleasant to be holding this strange girl as she calmed down from her hysteria. Shortly, her sobs diminished into sniffles and she looked up at him. 

"Who are you?" She asked, a strange look on her face.

"I told you. My name's Alex." He said, wondering why she asked him for his name again.

"No. Not your name. Who are you? Why do I feel so safe in your arms? I don't even know you." She explained softly.

Alex chuckled. "Well, for tonight. I guess I'm your protector." He said.

Marie smiled at him, taking a look for the first time at his costume.. She giggled, all signs of panic wiped off her face as she smiled at his full pirate attire. "Will you be my pirate?" She asked.

"Of course I will." He bowed, with a wicked grin. "Be my wench then?"

"Sure." She giggled again. "But you can call me Marie." 

"Well, you're laughing. That's a good thing." He said. "I was going to a party a block or so away. Come with me?" He asked. "I was going too. I was only walking alone because my boyfriend flaked on me." She sighed.

"Don't worry, lass. I'll take care of you." He said.

"Thanks." She said, putting her arm around his waist.

Alex slid his arm around her lower back and pulled her close to him. "Let's go."

They walked in relative silence to the party and Marie saw one of her friends. "Alex, I have to go meet up with Kelly, my friend. Can I meet back up with you later?" She asked. 

Alex's face fell slightly. He had just met her, now she wanted to get away from him. "Yeah, sure. No problem" He said.

Marie smiled and leaned in to brush her lips against his cheek. "Save a dance for me, pirate." She whispered into his ear, before strolling away to meet her friend.

"Who's the hottie with the nice body?" Kelly asked Marie. "I've never seen him around before. He's yours?" She asked, with a pointed look. "Too bad I'm not straight." She joked.

Marie laughed. "More or less." She leaned forward and cupped her hands to Kelly's ear. "He saved me from being raped." She whispered to her best friend.

"What?!" Kelly exploded.

"Keep it down." She said, clapping a hand over her friend's mouth. "I was walking here alone because Sean didn't show up and then these three shady looking guys grabbed me. Then he showed up and pulled them off me."

"That douche! Wait 'til I get at him." Kelly said, looking around for Sean. "He's always been a flake." Her fists clenched. "I've been looking for a good reason to deck him. Now I have one."

"No, it's okay. I want to deal with him myself." Marie looked around. "I doubt he even shows up. It doesn't matter anymore, I'm done with him. I have Alex now." 

"Oh-oh. So he is yours. Alex...that's a nice name...nice body...for a guy at least...can't keep his eyes off you. He's a keeper." Kelly glanced over Marie's shoulder. "Go dance with your man. I'll keep a look out for your ex." She said.

"Thanks. You're so awesome." She said distractedly as she turned around to go over to Alex.

"Ahoy there my pirate." She said, as she came up next to him and rested her forehead against his chest. His arms came around her, molding to her body as if they belonged there.

"Ahoy there, my little wench." He murmured against her hair. "Up for a dance?"

Marie nodded as he swept her out to the dance floor. A fast song started and they began to dance together. Mostly it was Marie dancing and Alex watching. Marie had a natural grace of movement, and it didn't hurt that her breasts bounced gently as she danced. 

Alex was only moving slightly, until she grabbed his hand and made him dance more. "I'm not that good." He said.

"C'mon. You were the one who asked me to dance." She said, pulling him against her as she ground her hips against him with a grin.

He put his arms around her. "Whatever you say, babe." He said as the song changed to a slow song. "Now, here's something I can dance to." He whispered to her.

Marie slipped her arms around his neck and could just barely rest her head on his shoulder. "You're too tall. It's not fair." She pouted. "And I'm wearing heels, too."

Alex smiled, kissing the top of her head and smelling her hair. 

The two were so into the dance that they didn't hear a disturbance until a masculine voice broke through. "Let go of my girlfriend." The newcomer slurred drunkenly.

Marie took a step back, her eyes wide. "Sean...I..." 

Alex pulled her back against him, laying his hand over hers possessively. "No, she's mine." Alex saw someone else approaching from the corner of his eye. "Now, get away from her or else."

"Who's going to make me? You?" He snarled.

"No, I am!" A strong feminine voice made him turn around. The sight that met him was Kelly's fist flying towards his face. The force sent him reeling back as blood poured from his nose. "Now go!" She yelled.

"Crazy dyke." Sean yelled, as he backed up amid laughter, and then yelped as she took a step towards him. He broke into a run and left the party.

Marie looked up at Alex. "Since when have I been your girlfriend?" She asked, as the crowd went back to dancing.

Alex tilted her face towards his. "Since now." He murmured, pressing his lips to hers for their first kiss. 

Marie tightened her arms around him and allowed his tongue to slide into her hot mouth. Her tongue slipped out to meet his and after a few moments, she pulled away. "Can we go somewhere else?" She asked, looking up at his face. Alex nodded, seeing the lust in her eyed, and he led her across the room to the back door and they went out into the warm, dark night. He led her out further onto the property, which included an almond orchard, and stopped behind a tree not too far from the house. He pulled her back against him, his lips meeting hers for the second time. This time he let his hands wander down her body, down to the part of her back that her shirt bared. Marie sighed softly into his mouth at the touch of his warm hand on her, and she pulled his arm lower, so he was caressing her ass through the skirt. He pulled her towards him, and Marie felt the signs of his arousal pressing against her stomach. She felt her knees grew weak and she leaned heavily on him. "My feet are hurting from these shoes." She whispered to him.

Alex smiled, and eased himself down, with her sitting on his lap. He slid his hands down her legs to unfasten her shoes, then back up her legs to rest on her inner thighs right under the hem of her skirt.

Marie turned in his lap, kissing his neck softly then biting it.

"Such a wench." Alex whispered, his lips grazing her ear. Marie shivered with pleasure and pressed her hand to his chest, letting it fall to his lap for a brief moment. She glanced up at him with a smirk. 

"I want you, my pirate." She said boldly into his ear, nipping at it softly. "Touch me." She said, slightly softer.

Alex groaned with need and slid his hand up her skirt, to the heat of her center. He felt warm, damp silky fabric and pulled it to the side to slide a finger deep inside her. "Like this?" He asked, knowing it was exactly what she wanted.

"More." She said, thrusting her hips up against him.

"Yes, my wench, but not here. Not this close to the house." He said, standing up and picking her up. "Now, I carry to off to ravish you." He said, only half joking as he put her over his shoulder.

Marie giggled softly. "Please hurry up." She pleaded.

Alex watched the ground, being careful not to trip in the dark. He set her down once he got to a smallish clearing. 

Marie could hear the sound of water rushing nearby and she could no longer hear the sounds of the party. It was as if they were alone in their own little world. She turned to Alex and pulled him down on top of her. "Now." She moaned in his ear.

Alex slipped his hand down her body as he kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her hot mouth. His hand found the edge of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. His hand roamed up and down her hips, just barely brushing her.

Marie thrust her hips against his hand. "Don't tease me." She begged, her words barely audible against his mouth. She slid her hand down his chest, sliding it into his pants and wrapping it around his manhood. She squeezed slightly and it jumped in her hand as Alex let out a groan. She broke off the kiss to whisper into his ear. "I want this....to have this in me."

Alex almost lost control with those words and pulled himself off her to tear off her thong. He felt her delicate hand pulling his pants off and moaned with the sensation. He pulled her hand away. "If you do that, I won't be able to last any longer." He said, undressing himself from the waist down.

Marie looked in awe at his hardness. "Alex..." She whispered.

"What is it darling?" He asked, as he tossed his pants to the side.

"I've never done this before." She blushed.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. As gentle as I can." He murmured as he positioned himself at her entrance. "It will hurt, but the pleasure will take the pain away. I promise." He looked down at her. "Are you sure?" He asked, looking at her slightly fearful expression.

"Yes! Oh God yes!" She moaned, bumping her hips against him.

Alex took this opportunity and Marie gasped at his size as he slid inside of her and tensed up. "No, let me in babe. Relax." He whispered, as he stroked her hair. He slid in to her barrier and with one quick thrust broke through. His mouth covered her squeal of pain as he kissed her and held still to let her adjust to his size.

It seemed like hours before Marie let herself relax and began to feel the pleasure. She bucked her hips up against his, the friction amazing. "More." She whispered. "I'm ready." She put her hands on his ass and pulled him deeper.

Alex began to thrust harder. "Oh yeah. Take that deep inside of you wench." He grunted, his hands pulling at her top to expose her breasts. They bounced out of her top and he bent down to take one into his mouth, sucking gently.

"Unh! Alex!" She moaned his name between other indistinguishable words. She let her hips meet his with each thrust. She felt herself rising to her climax. "Alex." She gasped.

"I feel it too babe." He moaned, fighting for each inch inside her tight wetness. "Come with me." He said, as he felt himself ready to explode inside her.

Marie screamed his name as she came, her tightness clenching around him. She felt him explode inside her as she collapsed back and he fell on top of her, his head on her chest. "Oh baby that was awesome." He whispered, after he regained his breath. 

"Mmm-hmm." She responded, barely able to speak. She wrapped her arms around him, held him close and whispered something in his ear.

"What was that?" He asked, raising his head to look into her eyes.

"Is it too soon to say I love you, pirate?" She asked him.

"No, my wench, unless it's too soon for me to love you in return." He replied with a kiss.



"Will You Be My Valetine Day Date?"



This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please give me the support of your vote.

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Memories from the past, this is a true recount of a man who tries to pick up a woman at McDonald's as his sexy Valentine's Day date.

After losing everything in a flood, there was a time when Susan Jill Parker was homeless, sleeping at a shelter, and eating at a mission. Not proud of it, but better than living in a shelter, for nearly the past four years, she's been squatting in the spare bedroom offered to her by a kind and elderly, albeit crazy Mennonite woman named Hannah. At least she has a roof over her head and food to eat most times.

Not all one-sided, she's morphed and transitioned from being her invited guest to being her unpaid maid, housekeeper, cook, home health caretaker, chauffeur, and friend. Most times a real struggle not having any money to buy the things that she needs and to do the things that she'd like to do, it's sometimes still a challenge to go through life with dignity. It's sometimes difficult watching television or a movie while knowing everyone you see has so very much while you have so very little.

Even now in this so called robust economy, more for the superrich, the top one percent, than for the middle class, there are still no jobs other than part-time, low paying jobs that offer no benefits. Even if she wanted to start all over again and take an entry level job somewhere, she no longer has a car and with the bus stop too far to walk to, she's doomed to stay where she is. Besides, if she took a job, no longer having the time to care for Hannah and thusly having no place to live, she couldn't even afford rent when working at a minimum wage job.

Yet, this story isn't about Susan Jill Parker's life now. This story is about a real and typical experience that she had with a man when she was homeless four years ago. She's had many experiences like this one, many much worse than this, but she chose to write about this specific experience because it relates to Valentine's Day.

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Being that today was Valentine's Day, the day of love, and after having scraped up enough coinage, Susan decided to treat herself to lunch at McDonalds. Normally, as long as it wasn't too nasty, what she ate was whatever was tossed in dumpsters behind restaurants in downtown Harrisburg. Things that are still edible, healthy, and good, it's amazing the food that restaurants discard.

Sometimes when hungry enough, what some would never consider eating before, they'd eat now. Eat or die, when hungry enough, starvation sometimes dictates people to eat anything to survive. After a while getting to know the kitchen help, with her hanging out behind their restaurant backdoors, instead of her having to go dumpster diving to compete with the rats and roaches, they'd hand her something good to eat for free.

Against restaurant policies and rules in the way that employees are warned not to feed stray cats and dogs, she knew that they only handed her food because she was pretty, albeit pretty dirty too. Knowing they could get in trouble, even fired, she knew they only gave her food because they wanted something from her in return. Yet, if she could get what she needed to survive by using her good looks and her shapely body, what's so wrong with that?

Movie stars and celebrities do that their entire careers. Powerful politicians exchange their influence for favors and for money all the time. A feel of her big tits for a cup of a coffee and a donut, not only seemed like a fair trade but also sounded good to her at the time when she was dying for a cup of coffee and something good to eat.

It would have been worse if she had been directly responsible for her homelessness, but she wasn't directly responsible for her homelessness. It would have been worse if she was homeless because she was a drunk or on drugs, but she didn't drink and never took drugs. It would have been worse if she was homeless because she was mentally ill. Yet, as evidence of her surviving while living on the streets of downtown Harrisburg for six, long, cold, hard months, she still had all of her quick wits and even her sense of humor, about her.

Unfortunate circumstances after her divorce and with the recession causing her to lose her job, both attributed to her desperation and forced her to move from Boston to Pennsylvania to live with her mother. As if this was her destiny, the good Lord chose to put her in harm's way of a real disaster, the great flood of the Susquehanna River from tropical storm Lee on September 11, 2011. With no job and no money, she lost everything, including her car in one the greatest floods in Pennsylvania's history since the Johnstown flood of 1889, the New Castle flood in 1913, and Hurricane Agnes in 1972.

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Back then, it was a big deal for Susan to come up with enough money to have a meal at McDonalds. After not eating regularly every day, even though their food never sat right with her, nonetheless this meal was a real feast and a special treat. Only, not hardly enough food to sustain her throughout the day, she knew after eating this meager meal, she'd still be hungry. At the very least, what she ate now should tie her over until she had a hot meal at the mission later today. Yet, even though she was happy finally having something to eat, there's always someone ready to ruin her good time when she just wanted to be left alone to eat her food.

A special occasion, Susan had been looking forward to celebrating her Valentine's Day by having lunch at McDonalds since yesterday. The cheapest thing on the menu that she could afford, cheeseburger, small fry, and a cup of water, she handed the clerk most of her pocket change. Better than dumpster diving, she was happy with her meager lunch. Being that she hadn't eaten since yesterday at the mission, if there was one word to describe her meal, it would certainly and appropriately be a happy meal. 

No matter much what she ate, she was happy to have something to eat while being able to use the restroom before and after her meal. Their price of admission, McDonalds refuses homeless people the use of their restrooms unless they buy something to eat and/or to drink. Not strictly monitored but just in case she was hassled while using the restroom, she pocketed her receipt that came to two dollars and change. With McDonalds the only place she could buy something decent to eat, and with there not being very many public restrooms available to the homeless, she couldn't eat anywhere for two dollars and change.

"Happy Valentine's Day to me," she said just as a stranger walked over to her table.

Just as she was about to take the first bite of her food, just what she needed, the sexual attraction of yet another weirdo. She looked up at him and gave him a look that would make most men leave. She looked from him to look at the food on his tray. Susan assumed he had a quarter pounder or a Big Mac being that it was in a box instead of wrapped in paper as was her hamburger.

"Hi," said the man staring down at her while holding his lunch, a Big Mac, large fries, a cup of coffee, a cup of water, and a piece of apple pie.

With her not wearing any makeup and embarrassed by her messy hair, nonetheless her disheveled appearance, he looked down at her and smiled. Sensing she was unintentionally giving him a down blouse view of her long line of cleavage and her dirty bra, she put a hand to close the top of her blouse and to deny him any more free looks. Normally no longer bothering her to give any man a free look of her cleavage and bra, when she was wearing a bra, with her not wanting to entice and/or encourage him, this man just seemed weird. With her street smarts and her inherent ability to sense things about people, with him setting off her alarm alert, he looked like trouble.

"Hi," she said holding her burger in her hands while staring up at the man who forestalled her from taking a first bite of her cheeseburger.

As if she was a beat cop noting the description of a perpetrator of a potential and probable crime, he was a man in his 40's of average height, about 5'9" tall, and weighing about 160 pounds with dark brown hair, and brown eyes. She looked up at him with impatient confusion. She just wanted to be left alone to eat her lousy, God damn burger. Normally with everyone minding their own business and keeping to themselves, in the months she's been frequenting this restaurant, whenever she could afford it, just as she doesn't talk to anyone, no one talks to her. Sometimes, when it was really cold and she had no money, with her desperate enough to go to the counter to ask, the manager would give her a free cup of coffee, as long as she drank it outside.

"Happy Valentine's Day," he said.

Acting as if he knew her, he beamed a big, toothy smile.

"Happy Valentine's Day to you too," she said before dismissing him by not looking at him for her to focus more on her food than on him and by taking a bite of her burger.

She hoped he'd go away. When she looked up again, she hoped he'd be gone. Yet, still standing there, he watched her chewing her food. With him standing over her and looking down at her, she got the creeps. She gave him a little smile before a look of sadness crossed her face that he dared remind her that today was Valentine's Day, the day of love, and that was now just another day of heartache and loneliness to her.

He reminded her that she was alone with no one there to help her, to love her, and to wish her a Happy Valentine's Day but for this strange stranger. Suddenly a barrage of all of the Valentine's Days she ever had flashed through her mind as if a video on superfast speed. Being that this was her personal and private Valentine's Day celebration, she knew it was Valentine's Day but for a strange man to remind her of the holiday by wishing her a Happy Valentine's Day didn't sit right with her. Always being bothered and hassled by strange men when collecting cans and bottles in back alleys, she didn't want to be bothered by yet another strange man while eating her lunch in McDonalds.

After divorcing her ex and losing her job, she left Boston to live with her mother. Then, after losing everything in a flood and with her whore of a mother taking off with yet another man, she never thought she'd be homeless. Taking the basic necessities of life for granted, she never thought feeding herself, keeping herself warm and hydrated with enough liquids, finding a bathroom, finding a place to sleep at night, and keeping herself safe would be her biggest challenges and struggles. This is America after all, isn't it? The land of excess and the land where we have plenty enough to help others in other countries when we can't even employ, feed, and house our own citizens.

'God bless fucking America,' is what she always said before closing her eyes for the night.

Whenever she watched the news, she hated seeing those rich assholes ringing the bell at the close of Wall Street's business for the day. With all the bailout money that Bush and Paulson gave to banks and insurance companies, the least that banks and insurance can do as an appreciative payback is to offer a free continental breakfast to all the now homeless folks who they displaced after foreclosing on their homes. Yet, with the passage of time and with business as usual, seemingly all of that is forgotten.

All of that is in the past, ancient history, and never to be revisited again. If only politicians would help people by giving anyone who wants to work a good paying job, she'd have no complaint. Only they're all too busy soliciting campaign donations, feathering their own nest, and engaging in party politics than doing what they were voted into office to do, to represent all Americans and not just a special few.

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It's been years since she's had the company of a man on Valentine's Day or on any day since her divorce for that matter. Now with the disheveled condition she was in, her dirty clothes, her messy hair, and with her imagining that she was could smell herself, the last thing she wanted was the company of a man. What she'd prefer is a hot bath and a cup of hot, black coffee instead of the cup of warm water that she had sitting in front of her. What she'd prefer is eating what he was about to eat instead of the flat, tasteless burger that she was eating.

"May I join you?"

In the way she was excited about having a meager meal at McDonalds, as if he was really pleased to celebrate dining with her, he looked at her with excited anticipation.

"Do I know you?"

While looking at him as if trying to place his face, she looked at him in the way she looked at all the weirdoes in Wal-Mart who routinely stared at her whenever she had enough money to buy something she needed. With a homeless woman an easy mark, strange men, weird men, abnormal, and immoral men always approached her. Seemingly with her now their any port in a storm woman and with them having a place to go home to after they've had sex with her, every day was a hurricane for her. In the way of a mail carrier, whether it was heat, cold, rain, sleet, or snow, every day she was out in the foul weather, until they opened the shelter for the night. Yet, even the mail carriers had a vehicle that they could duck inside to keep warm.

"No, I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting," he said.

She returned to eating her burger as if she hadn't eaten in a while. She didn't have to fake her hunger or her interest in her burger for her to ignore the man still standing in front of her. She was starving. Only, instead of gobbling down her burger in three bites, she took small bites to make it last longer and to pretend that she was eating more food than what she had to eat. Besides, she needed to give her stomach time to know there was food on the way. Then, with him not taking the hint and still standing there, she lashed out at him.

"Listen, Pal," she said giving him a cold stare that made him take a step back. "I always eat alone. Besides my boyfriend is up at the counter. He's that big, black man," she said. "He'll be here any minute so you'd better scram."

She gave him a look that could melt steel.

"Oh, I thought you always ate alone," he said with a victorious grin along with a bit of an attitude.

She hated men like him, men who thought they were so smugly smart when they were just mentally twisted and insufferably annoying. Just by his immediate sarcasm, she knew he'd be a problem. He looked from her to look at the big, black man and to watch the man leave the counter to sit at another table before looking back at her. Before he could say anything about her supposed boyfriend sitting elsewhere and before he could say anything else to upset her, she verbally attacked him in the way that only a Detroit diva or a homeless woman can.

"Get lost loser. Scram," she said taking control of her situation in the way she always did and needed to do when confronted by a man in a back alley. "Fuck off weirdo," she said when he didn't leave. "Beat it. Hit the road," she said raising her voice in the way that Dustin Hoffman's character did as Ratsy Rizzo in Midnight Cowboy. In the way that he yelled, "I'm walking here," when he jaywalked in front of a New York taxi cab and was nearly hit, she yelled, "I'm eating here."

Still standing there and staring down at her, no doubt trying to look down her blouse to see what more he could see of her, he looked from her to look down at his tray. In the way he was looking at her with kindness instead of with horniness in the way that most men do, she suddenly felt bad that she had treated him so rudely.

"Here. This is for you," he said handing her his apple pie and putting it beside her when she didn't reach up her hand to accept it and take it. "Happy Valentine's Day," he said walking away.

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She felt like such a shit for being so mean to him. Unbelievably no longer hungry, she lost her appetite for food but suddenly gained her appetite for human companionship, even if he was a strange man. She had the same reaction but opposite as if he had slapped her across the face or threw cold water in her face. Unaccustomed to receiving anyone's gesture of kindness, she looked from him to the apple pie before looking back at him walking away. She'd never waste the money to buy an apple pie when she could almost buy a second cheeseburger for the same price. Yet, now that apple pie was there sitting in front of her, she was looking forward to eating something sweet as part of her private Valentine's Day celebration now turned public.

Ashamedly and regretfully, she lost more than her possessions when she became homeless. She lost her kind nature and her humanity. Just because she's homeless, hungry, and poor shouldn't mean that she should abandon her manners. Just because she's homeless, hungry, and poor shouldn't mean that she should be meanly envious of others just because they have so much more and she has so much less. Just because she's homeless, hungry, and poor doesn't give her the right and/or the reason to be a bitch. Just because she's homeless, hungry, and poor doesn't mean that she can't show her appreciation for a kind gesture on Valentine's Day.

Suddenly, as if she was a wild animal or a feral cat, she felt guilty for being so rude to him. Suddenly, she felt like the bitchy monster that men had turned her into when living on the dangerous, dirty streets. Sometimes her mean attitude was all the protection she had to prevent someone from sexually molesting her, beating her, and/or raping her. Suddenly, she thought, with stranger things happening and with everything happening for a reason, maybe this is kismet and her destiny that they should meet on of all days but the day of love, Valentine's Day. He wasn't so terribly bad looking enough that she wouldn't give him a second glance and another chance at friendship.

Now seeing him in a different light while getting a different vibe from him, when she looked at him again, he didn't look all that bad. He almost looked normal although her definition of normal had changed dramatically and her tolerance for all things not normal had certainly skewed by her desperate living conditions. With her social skills fading along with her good looks, maybe today she should act more like the reserved lady that she is instead of the homeless bitch that she had become. Difficult to remain positive, yet maybe today is the day that something good will happen instead of something bad.

"Wait. Come back. I'm sorry. I can use the company," she said looking from him to his apple pie and back to him before giving him a sad smile. "With no one ever giving me anything, not my mother, my brothers, my ex-husband, or any of my so called friends, no one has ever given me their apple pie. Thank you," she said. "Maybe we can share it."

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With a mere piece of apple pie so symbolic of a gesture on this day of love when others have so very much extra to buy their women perfume, candy, flowers, clothes, and jewelry, this dessert meant more to her than any of those things. When she smiled at him in the way that only Susan can do, the smile that sadness stole from her, the smile of happiness returned to his face. As if they were a couple enjoying a simple meal on Valentine's Day instead of being strangers, all it took was his small gesture of kindness for her to remember who she once was.

"That would be nice," he said. He returned her smile with his smile. "I'm Ralph," he said holding out his hand.

When she didn't offer him her hand in return he withdrew his hand. Self-conscious about her appearance, especially her hands, her hands weren't the cleanest. Even though she washed in the women's restroom with lots of soap and steamy hot water while scrubbing soap beneath her nails, her fingernails were a disaster and were caked with dirt from picking up dirty bottles and cans out of the gutter.




"Will You Be My Valetine Day Date?"



"Susan," she said. "Sit," she said. "I'm sorry but I'm not used to strangers being nice to me. Actually, I'm not used to anyone being nice to me unless they want something from me, usually a feel of my big tits, a hand job, and/or a blowjob," she said chowing down on her French fries.

Oh, my God, she couldn't believe she said that to a stranger, a man she didn't even know. Where's her manners? Where's her discretion? Where's her common decency? Sorry she said that, she couldn't believe she blurted out that bit of personal, private, and despicable bit of information but, with her not talking to hardly anyone in months, she was nervous.

Unaccustomed to talking to people, other than to yell her anger at them, always keeping to herself, she hadn't talked to anyone socially in a long while. When on the street, as if a big cat on the prowl, she walks with her head down and her eyes fixed straight ahead. Never wanting to be a victim, always walking with a purpose while watching out for danger, she captures as much information in her peripheral vision as she does looking straight ahead. Yet, a dangerous place to be, when walking through an isolated alley, she needs eyes in the back of her head.

After being shunned by her appearance, going on the offensive and always ready to attack before being attacked, slowly but surely she was turning into an animal, a junkyard dog. Immediately recognizing his look, he looked at her with a kind face before giving her a sexually excited look. The change in his facial expression would have been startling had she not seen it many times before. Having grown accustomed to men approaching her with small acts of kindness before wanting to use and abuse her for sex in exchange for money, giving men what they want allows her to buy what she needs. Obviously, with her unfortunately already opening that door by disclosing to him what she does to earn money, no doubt, he was thinking about feeling her big tits while she gave him a hand job before she gave him a blowjob.

"Well, I can assure you that I didn't say hi to you because I wanted a feel of your big tits," he said staring at her big tits. "I didn't stop by your table because I wanted a hand job," he said with a little nervous laugh and a wave of his disinterested hand as if the thought was absurd. "I didn't stop by your table because I wanted a blowjob," he said while staring at her mouth.

Only knowing his kind, she knew better. She knew the real reason why he stopped by her table and it wasn't to wish her a Happy Valentine's Day.

"I see," she said.

Waiting for him to hang himself by showing his true colors, she knew it would only be a minute or two longer before he'd be unable to continue this ridiculous ruse.

"Being that it's Valentine's Day, I didn't want to eat alone and when I saw you eating alone, I was hoping to join you," he said obviously lying.

He smiled at her again while taking a bite of his burger. She stared at the ketchup, mustard, and special sauce collecting around his mouth as if she'd wanted to trade her flat burger for his Big Mac. As if she was a starving dog, she'd give him a kiss if it meant that she could lick the ketchup, mustard, and special sauce from his mouth. 

"When there are so very many other women eating here alone," she said looking around the restaurant at so many people young and old sitting alone before looking at him with suspicion. "Why me? What makes me so special?"

He waited until he was finished chewing before speaking. He wiped his mouth and took a sip of his water. Certainly, by the look of him, he looked like he had a few dollars. By the look of him, he had enough etiquette to dine in a finer restaurant instead of eating fast food at McDonalds. In the way that she's been known to fly off the handle lately, he didn't lose his manners just because of who he was with and/or where he was dining.

"Why not you is the question you should ask yourself? I don't know. I saw something in your eyes. I felt your pain," he said putting a hand to his chest, bowing his head, and closing his eyes as if pretending that he really could feel her anguish when she knew he couldn't and didn't.

"Oh," she said.

If he was an actor playing a part in a movie, he wouldn't win an Oscar. He opened his eyes to look up at her. Instead of giving her a look of sincerity, he gave her a lecherous look. Right there, she knew he was full of shit. Right there, she knew he was like every other man who wanted her for sex. 

"Besides, with your long, blonde, beautiful hair and big, blue eyes, I couldn't help but notice that you're very pretty."

With men not usually complimenting her but usually sexually using and abusing her instead, her cheeks blushed to show her embarrassment by his unsolicited, albeit backhanded compliment. Even though she knew he was full of crap, his compliment still tugged at her heart. This was Valentine's Day after all and, just as she was hungry for food, she was hungry for love and affection too.

"Wow, I can't believe it, a real gentleman," she said with an undercurrent of cynicism. "In a world of horny men looking for what they can feel for free, you may be the first man who doesn't want to feel my big tits," she said. She looked down at her breasts while sticking out her chest before looking up at him staring at her tits. "You may be the first man who doesn't want a hand job," she said moving her hand back and forth as if she was giving him a hand job. "You may be the first man who doesn't want a blowjob," she said moving her hand back and forth in front of her mouth while pushing her cheek out with her tongue.

After having already gone down this road of seemingly mandatory, homeless prostitution before, she felt a little more comfortable teasing him and tempting him to trick him into revealing his true self. With her already recognizing him as the wolf in sheep's clothing, a man who'd never give her something for nothing, he gave her a shit eating grin. Obviously, indeed, he was such a man who'd want to feel her big tits. Obviously, indeed, he was such a man who'd love for her to give him a hand job. Obviously, indeed, he was such a man who'd love for her to give him a blowjob. Only, there was something about him that she didn't like. There was something about him that was not right. There was something about him that put her on alert.

"I'm not asking anything of you other than to sit with you while enjoying our impromptu Valentine's Day lunch," he said smiling while pretending that was his only reason for him stopping by her table.

"Okay," she said not believing him.

They remained sitting in silence for a minute without talking and before he showed the real reason why he asked if he could join her for lunch. Revealing his true self to her, he took advantage of her good nature by suddenly talking dirty to her. All it took for her to get him going was for her to talk dirty to him first. Yet, if he was truly a gentleman, he wouldn't have fallen into her little trap in the way that he obviously did.

"Yet, if I was dating you and was lucky enough to be intimate with you, that's not to say that I'd never want to feel your big tits," he said pausing to stare at her big tits. "That's not to say that I wouldn't like for you to give me a hand job and/or even a blowjob," he said looking at her mouth as if he was already imagining her giving him a blowjob while he felt her big tits and fingered her nipples. "That's not to say that I wouldn't want to make sweet, romantic love to you before pounding your pussy and before fucking your ass."

Another crass asshole, she took a sip of her water while having second thoughts about accepting his apple pie and inviting him to sit with her. With her nervously eating, he didn't touch his meal again after that first bite of his burger and a sip of his water. His coffee untouched, still had the lid on it. She'd do anything, almost anything, within reason, for a hot cup of black coffee. Evidentially, in the way he was staring at her, he was more interested in her than he was in his food. Perhaps he bought his lunch as just his pretense to sit at her table while dining with her.

"Generally with most men animals of the swine variety, I don't come across very many gentleman," she said now having serious doubts about him being a gentleman.

If he was anything, having met plenty of his kind before, he was nothing more than a mean and nasty pervert. 

"I can assure you that my intentions are honorable," he said.

Some gentleman he is. It was truly unbelievable that he can even say that he's a gentleman and that his intentions are honorable after admitting that he'd love to pound her pussy before fucking her in her ass. Perhaps his definition of gentleman is much different than her definition of a gentleman. Perhaps, as long as he utters please before forcing his cock in her mouth and saying thank you after he cums in her mouth, he considers that as gentlemanly behavior.

"The last three men I had the displeasure of meeting beat me and tried to rape me in the back alley when I was picking up enough bottles and cans to cash in enough deposits to buy myself breakfast the next day," she said. "If it wasn't for a retired Marine, a gunnery sergeant, who beat the crap out of them, I may have been just another homeless woman in the morgue and just another police blotter statistic."

Suddenly, thinking about Dave and where he is now, she looked sad. Her story to tell, maybe one day she'll finish writing about her experiences. Having already written ten chapters, she already had a good title for the story, Bag Lady and the Retired Marine.

"So, what happened to your retired Marine?"

She looked at him as if he was Dave or someone looking to take the place of Dave as her new personal protector and savior.

"It's a long, sad story that you really don't want to know and I'm really not in the mood to tell it," she said. "That's just another unfinished chapter in my life."

Suddenly she fell quiet while eating her food. Suddenly with all of her defenses up, she seemed distant and detached. Suddenly, she looked at him as if he wasn't even there and she was back to eating alone. Suddenly and seemingly, he stared across the table at her in the way that a psychiatrist would stare when analyzing a patient.

"Is that what you do?"

Afraid to ask the question, she looked at him with hesitancy suppressing her curiosity. He remained staring at her in silence while watching her eat. Then, she relented and asked him what he meant.

"Pardon? What do you mean, is that what I do? Do what? What is it that you think that I do?"

He doesn't know her. He has no idea who she is. All he sees is her blonde hair, her big, blue eyes, her pretty face, and her big tits. That's his extent of seeing who she is. Unable to see the woman beyond the outside package, he's like every other man who takes an interest in her mostly because she's weak, vulnerable, susceptible, and homeless. How dare he try and hide behind his kindness when all he wants to do is to use her for his own personal, sexual satisfaction?

He looked at her with a mixture of interest, pity, and sudden sexual excitement all combined in one leering stare. Obviously seeing who she once was through her disheveled appearance, he looked at her as if she was something valuable that he found in the gutter that only needed to be washed and polished to be as good as new. Having seen the look and heard the words before, he looked at her as if he couldn't wait to get her home, strip her naked, and give her a bath before having wild, passionate sex with her.

She remembered one such man willing to pay her money for her to wash his recyclables at his kitchen sink while she was topless and while he self-pleasured himself. She even wrote a story about her experience, Cleaning Cans and Bottles Topless. Willing to do what he asked of her, he seemed harmless enough and actually was a nice, albeit lonely man. Exposing her big breasts to him, she freely and willingly removed her blouse and her brassiere in exchange for him giving her a wad of money while he masturbated himself. Only, there was no way she was going anywhere with this clown. She'd rather freeze to death on the street than to go anywhere with him.

"You degrade yourself by allowing men to feel your tits while you give them a hand job or a blowjob in exchange for a few dollars," he said looking down at her D cup breasts before looking up at her. 

Oh, here we go. Reverend Kind of the Good Heart Church, a man without a sexual agenda, he's one of those men who thinks that he can help her by saving her from herself when all he wants is her all to himself. Suddenly, he looked like all of the other men who were only interested in her because she was busty, pretty, and willing to give them what they wanted for money.

"What are you a cop looking to arrest me for prostitution? Maybe you're a reporter looking for a special interest story. Perhaps you're a priest out to save fallen women when you're not in the rectory sexually abusing boys," she said while giving him a fuck you look.

Instead of looking at him with anger, she looked at him with a knowing look mixed with suspicion. Obviously, she didn't trust him. Obviously, she didn't like him. She wished he'd just eat at another table and leave her alone to eat her meal in peace.

"No, I'm not a cop, a reporter, or a priest," he said. He stopped talking to watch her eat while he ate a French fry. "As my sign of good faith, I'm going to give you a little something with no strings attached," he said taking a ten dollar bill out of his pocket and sliding it across the table to her.

"Thank you," she said not wasting any time in taking possession of the ten dollars and putting in her pocket. 

Now, after she rids herself of him, she can buy a nail file, some deodorant, and a hot cup of coffee. 

"Now that you mentioned it, if you don't mind me asking—"

Oh, here it comes. Nothing for nothing, she knew what he was going to ask before he even asked the question.

"What? You may ask me anything as long as you don't mind me not answering," she said with a little laugh of victory while giving him an attitude filled look.

He stared at her big tits before looking up at her blue eyes.

"I, um, was just curious how much you charge for a feel of your big tits, for a hand job, and/or a blowjob," he said staring again at the big, bulbous impressions her large breasts made in her shirt in the way that most men do.

Now wishing she hadn't invited him to sit, with her Valentine's meal no longer a happy meal but a sad, cold one, even though she was still very hungry, she was no longer enjoying her food. With her having not eaten all day and with him doing his best to ruin her appetite, she was still more interested in eating her lunch than in talking to him. She took another small bite of her burger and washed it down with a sip of her water. She looked up at him as if she was back in the alley. She looked at him as if he was just another man there to give her a few dollars in exchange for sex so that she could buy whatever it is she needed to survive on the street.

"Let's be clear. I'm not soliciting you for sex. Yet if I was to charge someone for sex, which I never would," she said lying. "I'd charge them five bucks for a feel of my tits outside of my shirt and bra. I'd charge them ten bucks for a feel of my boobs inside my shirt and under my bra. A buck a minute, I'd charge them ten bucks for a ten minute hand job and more if it takes them longer to cum. I'd charge them twenty dollars for a blowjob but I'd never put just anyone's cock in my mouth," she said with the attitude of a thousand dollar call girl instead of a homeless woman.

Now he stared at her with as much sexual excitement as he leered at her with sexual interest.

"May I cum in your mouth?" 

In the way he looked at her and in the way he asked if he could cum in her mouth made her skin crawl. Then, when he reached his hand across the table to run his finger across her lips, wanting to bite his finger, she nearly threw his hot coffee in his face. As soon as he touched her in that way, she slapped his hand away. If he tried anything else in this public place, he'd be sorry.

"Fuck you! I wouldn't blow you never mind allow you to cum in my mouth," she said with months of pent up anger. "If I was a prostitute and I'm not, I'd charge another twenty bucks for a man to cum in my mouth and another ten if he wanted me to swallow. That's fifty dollars for a blowjob where he cums in my mouth and I swallow. Yet, for me to blow anyone, I'd have to want to suck their cock. I just don't fall to my knees for every man I meet holding a twenty dollar bill no matter how tired, cold, and hungry I am."

Giving her his best smug, sarcastic look, he looked at her with confidence that she was going to give him a blowjob.

"Are you interested in blowing me?"

Already turning her off and not wanting to have any more to do with him, she's met dozens of men like him.

"No," she said looking sternly at him before refocusing on eating her food. "I told you that already."

Suddenly with him obviously not having an appetite for his food in the way that he obviously had an appetite in wanting to have sex with her, and with him no longer eating his food, he stared at her before speaking.

"I have a car," he said.

He gave her a sexy smile.

"Lucky you," she said. "I used to have a car but that was lost in a flood along with everything else I owned in this world."

He made a face as if he didn't believe her while looking at her with prejudice.

"Lost everything? I don't hardly believe that," he said. "How can you lose everything in a flood? It's just water? As soon as it dries, it's as good as new."

Obviously, he's never been in a flood, a fire, or any type of disaster. Obviously he didn't understand what it means to lose everything that's important to you in your life. Obviously tragedy never befell his life and disaster never came knocking at his door. Tired of explaining, she explained yet again.

"I lived in a basement apartment with my mother across from the river that crested 30 feet above flood stage. The water was up to the second story of our apartment building. The police and fire department wouldn't allow anyone to retrieve their possessions until the water receded and until after the buildings were inspected," she said falling sad while remembering it as if it all happened yesterday. 

"So?" He shrugged his indifference and she wasn't to reach out her foot and kick in his balls.

"It was three, long, sufferable weeks before we were allowed to get what was salvageable. Yet, with everything we owned sitting in a pool of water that was mixed with home heating oil, mold, and raw sewage, nothing was salvageable," she said. "Nothing. Ergo my reason for saying that I lost everything in a flood."

She returned his smile with a stern look. Apparently he wasn't so special after all. Much like all of the other men she met on the street, he just wanted a feel of her big tits, a tug of his little prick, and/or a suck of his hard cock. With all that she said falling on deaf ears, he didn't care that she lost everything in a flood and was homeless and living on the street. He only cared about one thing, his sexual appetite.

"We could go somewhere private," he said. "I'll give you fifty for you to blow me while I feel your tits and finger your nipples."

She rolled her eyes.

"Listen Mister, I don't know you. I don't get in anyone's car that I don't know. You could be Jeffrey Dahmer's younger brother for all that I know," she said. "I'm still alive and not in jail today because I'm careful. I'm still alive and not in jail today because I'm not stupid. I'm still alive today and not in jail today because I'm not desperate enough to take off with the likes of you for the promise of fifty dollars."




"Will You Be My Valetine Day Date?"



Now unable to hide his real intentions in the way that he tried hiding them before, instead of looking at her with kindness, he stared at her with anger flashing in his eyes.

"Then what? If not in my car, then where?" He raised his voice while slamming his fist on the table. "How else do you do business if not in the back of a car?"

She looked at him in the way that she looked at all of the other men who solicited her with anger and disrespect. Only, with this guy as in so many other men, something wasn't right. Something was definitely wrong. Seriously, no matter how pretty she was and the hot body she had, what man would want to have sex with a homeless woman? She didn't feel good about going anywhere with him alone. It was time to lash out at him to get rid of him so that she could finish her cold, pitiful lunch in peace.

"Do business? I don't do business, especially with the likes of you," she said not done with him and wanting to make him feel as small and as perversely perverted as he certainly was. "Don't you have your own place? Or are you living with your wife?"

Even though she was poor and homeless, she was superior to him and she gave him her smile of superiority to show him that.

"I'm not married," he said.

No kidding she wanted to say.

"You must live with your mother then," she said. "Maybe your mother can give you what you need for free. If she hasn't already, maybe your mother can suck your cock. Maybe you can cum in your mother's mouth and she can swallow you," she said with venom in her poisonous attitude that she saved for assholes like him. 

He looked at her as if he suddenly hated her. She knew the type. He looked at her as if he suddenly wanted to beat her. Lucky for her, having been beaten by men before, she recognized the look of revulsion that he obviously had for women and now had for her.

"You seem a bit picky for a whore," he said raising his voice while pointing his finger. "Give me back my ten dollars."

She reached her hand in her pocket as if she was retrieving his money. Instead she reached in her pocket as if she had a concealed weapon. 

"Get away from me before I scream after I stab you in your eye," she said.

He stood and stared down at her before pushing his fist in the apple pie box he gave her and squashed it.

"Happy fucking Valentine's Day bitch," he said.

As if he had shredded the Valentine's Day card that he had given her in the form of a piece of apple pie, she opened the box and tried to fix the apple pie as best as she could before picking through it and eating it. She watched him go out the door, get in his car, and drive away. With her more focused on him, not immediately realizing it, he left his burger missing one bite, his untouched fries but for the one he ate, and his still covered coffee. She pulled off where he had bitten his burger and pulled the rest of the food to her side of the table. This was going to be a special Valentine's Day after all.

"Happy Valentine's Day to me," she said to herself while eating his Big Mac, drinking his coffee, and eating his fries.

THE END

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Will You Call Me Patty



Here is a totally new storyline while I work on the others. Of course the characters are fictional. I appreciate all the feedback that I received from the other stories – Good and Bad. Remember that these are fantasies. I do not condone this kind of behavior. I hope that you can appreciate them for what they are. If the subject matter – as a fictional fantasy – offends you then please do not read any further. We all have taboo fantasies and it is better to read about them here than act upon them in society and cause harm to ourselves and others. Without further ado I present to you...

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My mother had finally found a way to separate from my abusive stepfather after 11 years of bullshit. The first few years weren't so bad, but then he eventually became a tireless tyrant and it was time for that show to end. During the last few years of the marriage my mother had lost all self-esteem. She had become a poor pitiful drunk that got no exercise and had grown terribly out of shape. I really felt badly for her. Finally one morning I had had enough of listening to the motherfucker bitch about his breakfast not being ready -- probably caused by a hangover from the boozing he had done the night before. He was about to slap my mother when stepped in and told him that if he touched her I would kill him. He said he couldn't take the way we disrespected him and that is when I told him that he needed to pack up his shit and leave us alone...

It had been two weeks since that faithful day since when we had finally gotten rid of the bastard. I had come home and was told that he was gone. My mother had stayed in a miserable state and I could tell that she was breaking down wanting to bring the bastard back. She continued to drink at night and didn't have a clue about what my sisters or I were doing. Her boss had given her some time off after the separation, but she really needed to work to get her mind off her worries. Finally one night I came home and found her passed out on the couch with a bottle of wine at her side. My two sisters were nowhere to be found. I tried to wake her from her drunken stupor, but it was no use and I decided to leave her there. She must have made it upstairs sometime during the night, because when I woke up to go to school the next morning she was in her bedroom asleep. The next afternoon when I got home from school I confronted her about the mess she was making out of her life. 

I knew that Mom had always been dependant on having a man around. She had married my father at age 17 after she had found out she was pregnant. My sister was the eldest now at the age of 19, then there was me age 18, and my younger sister was 16. A little over 4 years after my sister was born my father was killed in an automobile accident and my mother at the age of 22 was a widow with three children. She dated a couple of men over the next few years before meeting Joe. Joe seemed like a cool guy, so after a while my younger sister and I became attached to him. He moved in and lived with us for a year before Mom married him. So as you can see she had never been without a man or kids since she was basically a girl. 

I felt sorry for her, but I knew I had to make her face up to the shambles that she was creating for all us all. "Mama, I came home last night and you were shit faced drunk. It's getting ridiculous. When was the last time you weren't drunk at the end of the night. You're not only embarrassing me, but you're embarrassing yourself."

She told me, "Jimmy, you are an ingrate. You don't understand that we are going to lose everything. You and your sisters are out of control. I can't take it anymore. I am going to be alone the rest of my life."

I chided, "Seems to me like you've been alone for a while, well except for getting treated like shit and having your ass beat by Joe."

Then I begged her, "Mama, I love you and I believe in you. You've gotta take control of your life. You look miserable. You must feel miserable. Please, please , please do something about it. First of all you need to quit drinking. Then you need to get into an exercise program. And you really need to find someone to talk to about all of this stuff." 

She started crying and gave me a hug. 

I told her, " I really do care and I would do anything to help you."

She said, "Hearing you say that you care means the world to me and I will try to stop drinking even though it will be hard."

I really wanted to help, "Maybe we can start on a light exercise routine in the morning. You should just get as much rest as possible to keep you mind off drinking. "

So she listened and went upstairs to sleep and that was the last time I saw her until the next morning.

It was Saturday and I was already awake and ready to go workout when she came downstairs at 9 a.m. 

I asked, "Are you ready to go workout?"

She protested a little saying, "I am really tired. I think we should put this off a few days."

"Mama, this will make you feel a lot better. You'll have a lot more energy in the long run. Besides what else do you have to do today? "

She shrugged, turned around, went back upstairs, put some warm-ups on, and was back downstairs a few minutes later. Now let me say that in no way did I have any erotic feelings about my mother at this time. She in no way looked sexy to me. She was 5 foot 5 and weighed about 160 pounds. She was only 37 years old, but she looked old for that age. She looked stressed all the time and didn't have any color in her skin. It would take a lot of hard work for her to get back in shape. 

We went downstairs and I got her to start doing some stretches. Then we ran around the pool, but she could only run for a few minutes at a time. I had to dog her some to get her to keep going, but I didn't push her to hard -- because I didn't want her to give up. I told her that we would alternate between cardio workouts and strength training every other day. 

The first few days it was hard to get her started, but true to her word she did stop drinking and I did notice that she had started taking some interest in life again. She started getting my sisters back in line and the house was neater than it had been. She had gone back to work and her job seemed to be going very well. Her boss told her how valuable she was to the company and gave her a bonus. This enabled her to meet the payments on the house and have extra money to spend. She also took more interest in me. We grew a lot closer and spent more and more time together. 

I have always been a homebody -- unlike my gypsy sisters. Mom would continually thank me for helping her out of her rut. She told me that she didn't know what she would have done if I hadn't helped her. Every Saturday she would fix us both a good meal and then we would watch a good movie on the TV. She would always ask me why I wasn't out on a date with one of the girls at school. I would tell her that I didn't want her to be lonely and that I enjoyed her company. She would then proceed to tell me how sweet and wonderful I was. She started giving me a kiss on the cheek at the end of the night before going to bed. It may have been my imagination, but I was feeling that those kisses were becoming more and more amorous over time. 

After a couple of months of this program, what I noticed was the way that her clothes started to look much bigger on her. She started to wear shorts for our workout sessions and now she was pushing me along. She could run for the full 20 minutes and we had doubled our reps during our weight lifting sessions. Her legs and her butt didn't have the cellulite that had once burdened them. She was letting her hair grow out and her skin looked much better. What a difference in such a short amount of time. She was almost glowing with pride at her newfound enlightenment. She must have lost 20 pounds during this time. I guess eating right, not drinking, and getting the right amount of exercise were producing this wonderful effect. 

As timed continued, our workouts became a religion. We challenged one another to new heights. Mama continued to become noticeably firmer. The 37 year old in the 50-year-old body became a voluptuous, self-assured, young woman again. She highlighted her auburn hair, bought some nice new outfits, and had started going to the tanning booth to get the golden look for the summer.

The worst part for me was that I had fallen completely and utterly in love. Mom's new 36D-26-35 was hard to hide and I started trying to arrange glimpses of her whenever I could. The Oedipal feelings were in full swing and I started longing for her sexually.

It had been over 3 months since the day when we kicked Joe out of the house. My mother came home on Friday night after work and told me she had something to tell me, but she wanted to go upstairs and change into something comfortable. 

She came back downstairs in a pair of blue jean shorts and a tank top that looked really hot on her. I was feeling very aroused being in the same room with her. She sat down on the counter in the kitchen and proceeded to tell me, "Joe called me at work and he invited me out to lunch. I'm sorry, but I went. He told me how much he missed me and that he wants me back." 

I don't know whether it was because I was horny for Mom or that I hated Joe so much, but at that moment I told her, "You can't go back to that asshole. Look how far you've come and you're going to throw it all away. I just can't fucking believe this shit."

Her jaw dropped, " Jimmy calm down, I told him that I had lunch with him out of curiosity. I told him that he needed to get lost. There's no way that we would ever be getting back together."

Relieved, "I hope to god not" -- thinking there was no way that fat fucker was going to take this body that I had sculpted. 

It had been one of those hot miserable days. Now at the boiling point all I wanted to do was go get in the pool and cool off. I told Mom, "I'm going for a swim." 

She nodded, "That's a good idea. I think I'll join you. I'll be down in a few."

My sisters were gone for the evening so it meant that mom and I were there alone for the evening. It was about 5:30 when I went out and got in the pool. It must have been about 95 degrees, but the water felt great -- probably 80 degrees. Mom came out in her tank top and shorts and sat in a lounge chair while I swam. I was a little disappointed, because I had thought she was going to join me for a swim. 

"Hey," I asked, "Why aren't you swimming this water feels great," as I splashed around." 

She chuckled back, "I was going to, but I've lost so much weight, I don't have a swimsuit that will fit. I need to go buy another one."

Jimmy -- "Oh, I bet you could wear one of Ashley's."

Mom -- "There's no way I could fit in one of her suits."

"You might be surprised. You've lost so much weight I bet you could. Y'all are about the same size." I knew Mom was broader, but thinking of her in one of those numbers set my balls to swelling.

She shook her head from side to side, "I don't know." .

I egged her on, "Come on Mom this water feels really good." 

"You might have a point." She turned around and scampered up the stairs into the house.

Mom must have been gone for about 15 minutes, when the downstairs door opened out stepped a goddess that I had never seen before. She looked heavenly in my younger sisters sleek baby blue two-piece string bikini. She must have noticed that she had taken my breath away by the sly smile that she had on her face. Her auburn hair was flowing down her shoulders showing her now youthful face. But, the bikini was stunning on her new body -- maybe a little stretched on her, but that made it even more tantalizing. 

Confidently smirking she said, "You were right." Amply modeling the cool blue bikini she giggled, "Hey maybe I've found a new wardrobe. Whatta ya think?"

I could hardly speak as she sat down at the edge of the pool and stuck her feet in the water. I hoped that she didn't see the boner that I was sporting underneath the warm water.

I told her, "You simply look amazing."

She said, "You really think an Old woman like me looks amazing?" 

All I could muster was "Uh-Huh." She then kick splashed me with water and I splashed her back. Before I knew it we were having one hell of a water fight. Then I pulled her into the water and started wrestling her. In my excitement I did realize that my hard dick was rubbing against her stomach in a bikini that was about ready to bust at the seams.

Mom and I really started breathing heavily as things began to get out of hand. Then she stopped me for a second and told me, "You make me feel so young." 

Jimmy -- "Mom, you're not that old."

Patty -- "Jimmy, Can we play a game." 

"What kind of game," I looked inquisitively. 

Patty -- "I want to pretend like I'm sixteen again." 

Jimmy -- "Okay mom." 

With a serious look she then said, "Will you call me Patty." 

"Okay Patty." I smiled. 

She then kissed me on the lips and my mind started spinning. I was now going to get what I wanted. I kissed her back and the walls came tumbling down as we stood there hugging and kissing for a few minutes. 

Patty put her hand on my heart and then asked me a question that blew my mind -- because it came out of nowhere. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" she said. 

I just started to become flushed all over as I started shaking, "Uh, Uh, W-What?"

Patty - "I can see that you are hard as a rock." Then she moved her hand down my chest and started palming the outline of my boner. "Ew, that feels so. Would you like to go get naked?"

The feeling of her palm jacking me up and down was sending me over the edge, "You know that I would." 

She leaned forward breathing hard in my ear as she started grinding her body, "You helped shape this body and now we need to take it out for a test drive. You have helped me become a new woman. Hell I turn myself on looking like this. Come here."

We moved to the edge of the pool and continued embracing lovingly. Both of my heads were swimming around as I was chest to chest with the woman that I loved.

Patty - "Lets go inside I need you to do something for me. "

We went inside to the downstairs den. Mom laid towels down on the couch as we sat down very close and she explained everything to me. " I'm happy to be away from Joe, but I need a man. Can you be that man for me? I don't feel comfortable with the dating scene and I trust you not to let anyone know about us. I know you will never hurt me. We have a bond as mother and son that can never be broken. This is just sex. When we do this I am not your mother. I am just a woman that needs some male companionship. We have to separate our minds from this – Understood? 

I nodded my head, "Yes."

Patty – "If any of this gets to be uncomfortable, then we have to end it. Honey, I don't ever want to harm you. I am your mother, but I want to be more than that. Can you agree?"

Jimmy – "I want this. You can trust me. I won't tell anyone I swear."

Then mom stood up and reached behind her, unhooked her bra and let her mammaries swing free from their confines. They hung down just a little, but they were nice and fat and swollen with nice pink areolas and little flat nipples.

Next she reached to the sides of her bottoms and sexily shimmied out of them revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. The thatch had been trimmed down almost to the nubbins. She looked at me with a sly grin, "Honey, don't you want to get naked with me?"

I stood up from the couch and slid my elastic waistband slowly down my waist. This pulled my stiff flagpole downward. Once past it snapped to full attention – boooiiinnnggg – against my belly. I stepped forward and embraced Patty feeling my manhood nestled between our bodies. I clung to her and caressed her as I ran my hands all over her back and down to her soft firm ass. 

Patty – "Let's skip the formalities I just wanna fuck."

Nothing else needed to be spoken. I was caressing the body that I had so longingly desired. With one fell swoop she grabbed my cock and dipped it into her honeycomb. I heard a bizarre gasp. "Oooohhh, OOOOh, Ohhh." My stiff poll was wallowing within her inner walls. The feeling of my newly acquired pelt was so simply amazing that I had to get her down on the floor. So I slipped out of her and pulled her down to the carpet 

Lying side by side, I looked into her shocked eyes as I slowly reentered her and began to steadily work my way in and out of the gooey mess. The animal instincts, grunts, and groans took over as her spasming love tunnel bathed my engorged, pistoning cock. I leaned forward and kissed her, this time our tongues slowly entwined and every nerve ending in my body stood on end. 

Patty appeared to be enjoying herself just as well. She forced me onto my back; like any mother she wanted to be in charge. She started pulling up slowly and slamming down arduously on my shaft.

Jimmy – "Ooooh, Ooooh, Hell Yeah, Oh,Oh, Fuck."

Endless pants and sighs emanated from her body as it twisted and contorted with every push and pull. I couldn't last much longer as my wanton organ was so hard that it ached from the excruciating pain of the impending sexplosion. 

She leaned back and cupped her swollen globes as her whole body started to spasm. Reaching the bottom of my rigid mast, she started belly dancing with my member deep inside of her juiciness. Her anxious breathing let me know that I had hit her g-spot, as she gasped for air. Her stomach was rumbling as she did a hula making every nerve of my now sticky cock stand on edge.

I was holding onto her tense ass as my balls started to boil and my glans started twitching. I could feel a big load coming. Quickly, I forced her over right as the first eruption started.

She screamed, "OOOHHHH, Noooo!!!!!," as she felt me tense up. "Pullout! Pullout! Pull! Out! But the walls had burst and it was too late as my seed coated her inner walls with unabashed fervor. After the first couple of jets I pulled out and come jettisoned onto her voluptuous belly as I rubbed it in with my own. I couldn't let go. I just wanted this intimacy to continue. We laid there entwined in our spirits and exhaustion for more than a few minutes. I noticed that it was now dark outside.

Patty whispered in my ear, "Let's go skinny dipping?"

I blew back, "Baby, I'll go anywhere with you."

We got up and moved toward the door. She walked in front of me as I smacked her lightly on the ass. She turned around and skipped away giggling like a schoolgirl. 



Will You Catch Me If I Fall?



I feel ridiculous; underdressed and overly aware of how much glitter is on my face.

"Come out," Maddy had said. 

"It'll be fun," Tiff had said.

"It'll be good for you," Amber had added.

"You have to get out of that dark dungeon of despair you've condemned yourself too," I had said to myself.

So here I am. Awesome. Catching a passing reflection of myself in one of the house's—perhaps estate or manor might be more apt—darkened windows, I half expect the specter of a long-dead schoolmarm, or some other keeper of all things femininely proper and sacred, to appear in the shadows of the antebellum porch and box my ears, scolding me for my scantily clad form that left little to the imagination. I can't help tugging at the hem of my dark crimson skirt (mini skirt would have been an exaggeration), reminding myself not to bend over.

"Stop fidgeting, you look great," Amber whispers, elbowing me in the ribs like we are still on the playground in third grade. 

"Seriously, Hannah, you look freaking fabulous. Who would have known you had that body under those hideous sweaters you insist on wearing 24/7?" Maddy adds.

"Besides no one will know who you are, that's why it's called a 'masquerade!' You get to wear masks!" Tiff enthusiastically crows, gleefully tapping her own bejeweled and feathered mask.

Maddy snorts, shaking her head, "I thought it was so you didn't know who you were taking home for the night!" She jiggles her sequined booty in emphasis.

I turn to bolt for the stairs off the porch, but all three of the girls, my so-called besties, block my escape.

"Hannah you promised," Amber says, her breath laced with a pre-party kamikaze shot.

"No more hiding from the world," Tiff jumps in. "No one here knows about you, and even if they do they won't know it is you because you're wearing... a mask." She dramatically taps her mask again with a mischievous grin. 

Maddy hooks her purple gloved arm around my black one and escorts me to the front door, our matching stilettos making loud clicks on wooden porch floorboards. "Time to return to the land of the living and leave the past in the past," she says matter-of-factly.

"Easier said than done for a history PhD candidate," I whisper under my breath.

"Shh," Maddy replies in a heated whoosh. "Tonight you get to be anybody you want and nobody will be none the wiser tomorrow." She slurs her words slightly and giggles as she hiccups with her own pre-party kamikaze shot, which she'd followed up by shot-gunning a beer for old-time's sake, or so she'd said. 

As she hammers the doorknocker with determined force I wish for the hundredth time since I'd stepped out of the car and seen the grand Old Dubois Plantation outlined in the moonlight that I had partaken in a cocktail (or five), just to steady my rattled nerves. I had not been to a party, well since before Christmas. I'd avoided being around large groups of people with prying eyes and too many questions. However, it was the whispered side comments murmured behind my back that stung the most. So I just don't go.

Too late now. Amber and Tiff flank us giddily on either side in excited anticipation.

They have been waiting for this party all semester. It was Spring Break: no papers to grade, our own research on hold (at least for the next 48 hours), and invites to an annual masquerade party that is always the talk of campus, and the town, and hell, probably the entire southern half of Louisiana. To get an invite to the Dubois Annual Masque meant we had arrived. Or Maddy had somehow slutted her way on to the guest list, as she was wont to do every now and again.

However, tonight you would not have known who was the slut and who was the campus shut-in. Each of us was coiffed in an equally revealing mini skirt, complete with fishnet stockings, stilettos, and push-up bras that were barely concealed by glittering tops. Maddy was decked out in a deep purple and slate gray; Tiff had picked a cotton candy pink skirt and a pale blue corset; Amber had gone all white with a laugh. And for me they had decided upon a dark, blood-red skirt overlaid with black lace and a black sequined bodice trimmed with blood-red laces that accentuated, even created, sensuous curves and lines that I never knew existed. 

And of course there were the satin, elbow-length gloves, which looked more suited for an evening gown ensemble than sexed up party. In fact, I'm pretty sure my arms have more fabric on them than the rest of my body combined. 

The door swings open in a blaze of light, laughter, and music. I squint for a moment, hesitating at the threshold, contemplating a dead sprint for the car. Then the image of me snapping an ankle on the stairs as I try to navigate them with 5 inch heels and the subsequent tangled, spread-eagle flail toward the expansive, expertly manicured lawn stilled my adrenaline. The grass deserves better. The next moment my potential for escape vanishes as the girls usher me through the doorway and into the party. 

Alcohol, I need alcohol. I haven't had a drink, well, it's been awhile, but the only way I am going to survive tonight (unless I can somehow master blending into wallpaper in the next ten seconds) is if I have a glass in my hand, now. 

As if reading my thoughts, the girls push me through the throng of pulsating bodies and masked faces toward a table covered with every brand and vintage, as far as I can tell.

"Shots!" Amber screams, grabbing plastic neon shot glasses and shoving them into our hands.

I slam mine back in half-a-heartbeat and don't even hesitate when another shot magically appears in my hand a second later.

"Round two!" Tiff grins wickedly and we all throw our heads back in unison.

"Whoooo!" Mandy shrieks, gyrating her hips and linking her arm around my waist. "Let's party!"

*** I don't remember losing the girls, but one by one we had floated away from each other, caught up in the intoxicating rush of the mob. Everywhere you look there are strangers mingling, laughing, groping as if they have known each other for years. You can't go more than ten steps before hitting another ad-hoc bar set up. I am having a hard time believing anyone will be able to remember, much less talk about, the party tomorrow. I know the edges of my world have softened, my nerves have quieted, and I can feel the warm, soft burn of liquor dancing through my veins. I haven't felt this relaxed in, well, I can't remember; I don't want to remember.

I wander down a long, shadowy hallway lit dimly by twinkling lights glowing on pale blue strings hanging from the ceiling. Door after door opens onto countless rooms filled with intimate gatherings and mini-parties. I slip in and out of these effortlessly, talking when I wanted to talk, flirting and touching here and there before detaching myself and moving on unseen to the next room. No one asks for my name, no one looks at me as if I something to pity. Incognito definitely has its perks.

Somewhere in the sprawling house a clock strikes midnight and I wonder briefly where my girls have gone. Maybe I should go find them, god knows what sort of trouble they're getting themselves into to. The heat of the hallway pushes in on me from all sides and I feel the music blasting through my heels from the floor below. I rub my left wrist absently, feeling a faint raised outline under the silky fabric. My fingers trace its length halfway up my arm.

I need fresh air, I think, shaking my head and touching the mask against my face to make sure I'm still hidden. I cross over to one of the curtained windows recessed between the doorways, hoping one of them is open.

Fanning myself with my hand I take another sip from my drink, finishing it in one long swallow, a refreshing burst of one part citrus and three parts vodka. I can feel my buzz starting to lift and know I'll need another drink soon or I'll feel like Cinderella without her glass slipper. I place my empty glass on a small table next to the heavy, velvet curtains and push the fabric aside to find the window.

But I don't touch glass, just open air. The curtains part slightly and I see the old hardwood floors extending beyond their cover. It's another room.

I step through, out of curiosity more than anything else. 

I find myself standing in a small space not much wider than my arm span, bracketed on either side with a single white candle burning with an amber glow, casting shadows across the walls. Behind me are the curtains I had just stepped through, and in front of me are yet another set of drapes, these a rich midnight blue. 

Why would you hang two sets of curtains? I think hazily.

I can't help myself, ignoring that little voice deep inside of me that is whispering feverishly at me to do an about face and march my skimpily clad behind out of there this instant. Instead, I gently part the thick, velvety curtains and peer through. I almost laugh out loud when I find myself facing yet another curtain. However this one is just a sheer pale wisp of almost translucent lace that does little more than soften the image behind it. A gracefully wrought iron railing that comes up to the hem of my skirt lies between the two layers of fabric, halting any forward progress I can make, at least in these heels. 

Deep down I am still imagining there to be a window on the other side of the curtain, maybe overlooking a secret inner courtyard haunted by some jilted lover's ghost. That would explain the sentinel drapes. 

However, my imagination falls inelegantly short.

As my eyes adjust I see through the lacy haze a large, open room dominated by a massive fireplace at the far end, lit with a low, smoldering fire that throws shifting shadows across the room and its occupants. Leather armchairs and chaise lounges form a large arc in the middle of the chamber, centered about what appears to be a low dais or altar covered with dark plum and wine colored cushions. Men in masks recline with brandy in hand, a few with cigars, one with a pipe, watching, staring. Here and there a couple of gentlemen dip their heads in conversation, laughing at their own joke, before turning their attention back to the altar.

The woman is bent over at the waist; her long lean legs splayed open in a wide stance atop her platform heels. She is leaning over the dais, holding herself up on straight arms. Her raven black hair is pulled up in a thick braid high atop her head. Aside from her black mask, black heels, and a pair of lacy black panties she is naked. The light caresses her striking form, full breasts hanging down toward the cushions under her tan chest. Her back arches in a slight curve, pushing her rounded ass up into the air for all the spectators to see. 

But she is not alone. Two men, one a fair haired, blue-eyed Greek god, the other the epitome of tall, Dark and Handsome, stand in matching slate-gray, tailored suits and white masks. They look like they accidentally wandered into the room on their way to a swanky dinner gala. The Greek god had undone his tie, letting it hang loosely around his neck, his pristine white shirt unbutton at the collar.

He walks up to the statuesque beauty and runs his hand over her ass, rubbing her skin with slow, languid strokes. He slips his fingers under the lace band of her panties, dipping in a teasing motion toward her pussy. She doesn't move. He glides his fingers deeper under her panties, circling her clit with lazy flicks of his wrist. Still, she doesn't move, doesn't make a sound.

But I can see her breathing quicken, her breasts rising and falling faster, her dark nipples erect and tense.

He looks back at his audience and grins before sliding his hand deeper between her legs, finding her pussy. He places his other hand over her breast, gently tugging on her nipple.

Still, she doesn't move. 

Then Dark and Handsome nods his head with a wicked leer and the Greek god plunges his finger deep into her still covered pussy as he twists her nipple with a vicious turn.

A low moan breaks through her sealed lips and her knees buckle slightly. Without a moment's hesitation Dark and Handsome brings his hand crashing down on her raised ass with a cruel smack.

A gasp escapes my lips just as a tiny whimper creeps from hers, which is followed by an even more sadistic slap to her other ass cheek. This time she remains silent.

"Ahh, you're learning pet. No noise. No movement. Nothing unless you are given permission," Dark and Handsome says in a thick, husky growl. I see a couple men around the room adjust their swelling cocks as they sip from their glasses.

I shake my head in disbelief, my little voice returning with a vengeance. Get the hell out of here, it shrieks like a little girl. But my legs don't listen. I'm rooted in place, torn between fleeing in terror and the possibility of something else.

I've never seen anything like this. Oh sure, I've heard about it, who hasn't? But in truth, I haven't even thought about sex much at all over the past few years. I don't have time for any sort of extracurricular life, much less a kinky one, what with my doctoral dissertation and free slave labor for my advisor. 

I watch, biting my lower lip as the Greek god pulls the woman's panties down to her mid thighs leaving them stretched in a taught line between her legs. He grips her ass roughly between his hands, kneading her flesh with his fingers, spreading her cheeks apart so the men circled around them can catch a glimpse of her glistening lips and puckered, dark asshole. Then he pulls his jacket off and tosses it aside before slowly unbuckling his belt.

I cannot believe he is going to fuck her in front of all of those men. Go, go, go, my little voice cries out. But I can't move, can't break the hold they have over me, as if in a trance.

He tugs his belt off in a final flourish but instead of unzipping his pants he folds the belt in half and asks the woman, "You've been a bad little whore, haven't you pet?"

"Yes Sir," she replies in a quiet whisper.

"Louder pet, he couldn't hear you," Dark and Handsome says crossly, tweaking her nipple with a nasty pinch.

"Yes Sir, I have been a bad little whore," she says again, her voice loud and slightly husky. 

The Greek god runs his hand down her ass cheek and up through her thighs, grazing her now exposed, shaven lips. "Tell us how you have been bad, little whore," he says lazily flicking her clit.

"I played with myself without permission," she says through clenched teeth.

A knowing murmur runs through the crowd as men adjust in their seats to get a better view, others rubbing their cocks slowly through their pants, uncaring of their fellow spectators. 

"And what happens when slave girls pleasure themselves without their Master's explicit permission?" Dark and Handsome asks in an ominous tone.

"They must pay the price, answer for their sins," she says meekly.

"That's right. Every transgression must be corrected or else you may lose your way. We are here to guide you back, to make sure you stay safe," Dark and Handsome says in an affectionate tone that twists my insides with something akin to disgust blended with an unspoken want, adding to the growing smolder I feel slowly blossoming deep in the pit of my stomach. 

I need to get out of here, I think to myself, trying to pull myself back from the curtains, but my legs are locked in place, my breathing is shallow.

"I know, Master," she says, her voice cracking with shame, her head dipping slightly. I see her breasts rise and fall deeply.

"Are you ready to answer?" Dark and Handsome asks, running a finger along her spine.

"Yes Master, please let me answer for my crime and right my wrong," she says with iron conviction, arching her back once more and pushing her ass up higher in the air. 

Oh my god, I think, she feels like she deserves this. This is fucked up.

I hear the belt race through the air before it lands with a solid crack on her ass. A red welt leaps out across her smooth skin, marring its perfect tan glow. Again the belt flies, scorching her flesh, again, and again. The Greek god lays stripe after burning stripe across her round cheeks in seven neat, raised lines. Her breath comes in gasps but she doesn't flinch, doesn't cry out.

"What do you have to say for yourself, little whore?" The golden Greek god asks nonchalantly, stilling his hand and his belt.

She arches her back again, a slight smile playing on her lips, steadying her feet and thrusting her ass arrogantly in the air. "Please sir, give me what I deserve, purge the sin from my flesh." Dark and Handsome dips his hand between her pussy lips and pulls a finger out covered in her shiny wetness. He puts it to her lips and watches her greedily suck her own juices from his hand.

My head reels as I realize not only did she feel like she deserves this, she wants it. It's turning her on. With growing dismay, I can feel my own dark desire pooling low in my belly; I can feel the hint of wetness seeping through my panties.

I have to get out of here, I say roughly to myself, shaking my head to break the spell I've fallen under, forcing myself to go. But I never finish turning around. I have been so caught up in the scene before me I had no idea that someone had entered the alcove behind me.

"Find something you like?" your deep, gravelly voice whispers warmly in my ear as your large hands clasp my upper arms, holding me in place against your muscled chest. For a heartbeat, I feel as if I should know you, catching the earthy scent of your cologne, the soft drawl in your words. You seem almost familiar, like deja-vu, but then the moment is gone and your strangeness and invasion into my personal space comes charging to the front of my mind. 

Startled by the fact that someone has snuck up on me so completely while I watched this intimate display of feminine debasement, I go completely still. I can feel my face blush hot and red with humiliation at being caught. Then I realize with my mask on, you don't know me, so why should I be ashamed? Besides, you're the one sneaking up on people. But as your hands tighten on my arms, reality sets in, fear lancing down my spine, my heart kicking into high gear. 

I take a sharp breath in, ready to scream bloody murder. Before I have a chance to exhale you force a leather ball into my mouth and strap it to my face. By the time I realize you had to let go of my arms to secure the ball gag you already have me pinned back against your chest, your breath slow and steady against my neck. So much for a quick thinking escape.

I try to scream through the gag but you whisper quietly, without intimidation in my ear, "You can scream if you want, but what do you think those gents would do if they found you watching their little get-together uninvited? I'm sure they would be more then happy to include you in their fun as payment for admission."

That brings me quickly to my mental knees; you are right. My head spins. I have to pick the lesser of two evils: the stranger standing at my back or the pack of aroused men beyond the sheer curtain.

"That's what I thought, Little One," you whisper in my ear as you nudge me toward the rail, pushing me over the cold metal so I was balancing precariously on my heels, my ass pushing into your slowly hardening groin, my nose inches from the sheer lace. 

Fear trips my heart at the thought of one of the audience members glancing this way, catching me behind the curtain. But all eyes are focused on the submissive woman on the altar, panting with pain and pleasure as Dark and Handsome spanks her ass in between flicks of his finger over her clit. Her arms have buckled and she holds her body up on her elbows, her breasts bouncing heavily with every slap.

You laugh in my ear, "Someone knows how to take her licks, hmm Little One. Now don't move or I will send you over the rail and into their lusting arms, got it?"




Will You Catch Me If I Fall?



I can only nod my head, ice freezing my heart. You pull my arms up above my head and then spread them widely apart. You pin me against the rail as your hands work deftly, tying my wrists one at a time with silken ropes to wooden handgrips set into the wall on either side of the curtained opening. The grips are placed slightly in front of the rail, forcing me to continue leaning forward, my pussy pressed against the cold metal, my legs straining slightly in my compromising stance. You gently guide my hands to the grips as you finish tightening the ropes with a definitive tug. "Hold onto those, sweet thing, don't want you to lose your balance now do we?"

Somewhere in my brain, the cold analytical side of me wonders why those grips are there. It seems like an odd place for handgrips and rope. 

You laugh lightly under your breath as you insert a food between my feet, pushing them apart with your knee until I am standing as wide-legged as the woman bent over the altar. You step back from me and I can feel the cool air rush into the space between us. I picture you looking at me, spread-eagle and completely immobilized, not sure if I should be more terrified of the unknown danger at my back or the witnessed peril in front of me. 

Blood pounds in my ears and I realize the last vestige of my alcoholic haze has burned off with the adrenaline surge. I want to struggle against my bonds, panicking like a trapped animal, but I know that any noise I make will draw unwanted attention from the room beyond the curtains. I make a decision then and there to accept your brand of dark intent over the altar and it's congregation of men with raging hard-ons and lascivious leers. I hold my breath, squinting my eyes closed, trying to block the tears. I won't let you see my cry.

"You're missing the show, Little One," you whisper in my ear, startling me out of my thoughts for the second time. I squeeze my eyes shut even harder, trying to maintain some level of self-determination but your husky voice slices through my consciousness as you run a finger down my jaw line, "Open your eyes and watch Little One or you will become the one who is watched." 

I blinked back a misting of tears as I open my eyes to look into the space beyond the curtains. Through the lace I see that the slave woman is now on her hands and knees on the altar. Dark and Handsome is lounging in front of her on a pile of cushions, his jacket discarded and his shirt opened, revealing a layer of steel abs under dark skin. He watches as the woman deftly undoes his pants and loosens his boxers, releasing his straining cock directly in front of her face. She looks up at him and asks permission before bending her head gratefully to slowly, seductively lick the head of his throbbing dick with her tongue. I watch as more men sitting in the chairs and chaises pull out their dicks and begin stroking them.

"Erotic, isn't it sweet thing?" you softly ask, licking my ear lobe and then trailing kisses down my neck. "Nothing quite like watching a woman honestly humiliate herself because she knows she deserves it and she wants it, wants that domination, that discipline, that structure, more than air." As you say this you hands lightly grip my throat in possession. "To be owned and to want to be owned." Then you let your hands slide slowly down my body, running over my breasts, down my stomach, across my groin, around my ass and up my back. You kiss my neck again, as if you were a lover and not a stranger who had tied me up and gagged me in a dark alcove. I feel the first edges of my fear melt away, replaced by a feeling I can't name, I won't name. 

Your fingers slip expertly through the laces holding my bodice up, loosening its comforting grip on my breasts. "I have to admit I was surprised to see you here, dressed like this. I really thought you had higher standards for yourself Hannah," you say with what sounds like disapproval, maybe even disappointment. 

It takes me another ten seconds to put two and two together; you know me. Again, an image, more like an echo of a dream rises up in my mind, and I hear your voice, as if through water. What are you saying? Why do I feel like I know you?

A sharp intake from beyond the curtain stills your hands for an instant as we both look up. The woman has Dark and Handsome's cock fully in her mouth. And the Greek god is now lying on his back between her knees, his face buried in her pussy, his tongue licking her folds with soft caresses. He has his hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them, grabbing them, pulling her toward him in rhythmic movements. She lets out another mewling groan around the cock in her mouth as he slips a finger into her wet hole, his tongue touching her clit. 

"Now there's an idea," you say softly, your hands returning to my bodice, which quickly slides to the floor, leaving my breasts heaving inside my bra. You run your hands up over my flat stomach, over my bra, grasping my breasts in a firm, kneading grip, pulling me tight against your body as you slowly grind your rigid hard-on into my back. You nip at my shoulder as you push my bra cups down below my nipples, forcing my breasts up as if on a shelf. 

"God you have great tits," you say with pure admiration. I can't help but feel a flicker of pride; I have always thought of my breasts as small, almost B's; I'd wished countless times for a little extra curve. But here you are, gently cradling my breasts with tender appreciation. 

You circle one nipple with a lazy finger as you hold me tight against you with your other hand. I feel the liquid pool inside me start to simmer despite my internal reproach. My little voice chants, "you don't want this" over and over. I try to listen, but your hands against my exposed skin, your breath against my ear, is pulling me away from myself.

Dark and Handsome buries wraps the sub's braid around his hand, grinding her face against his cock as he arches his back with pleasure. The Greek god has slid out from between her legs and is now holding a vibrating bullet in his hand. He waits a minute for Dark and Handsome to loose his hot cum into the woman's bruised mouth before turning the vibrator on and touching it to her clit. He is waiting with wicked intent for her to groan loudly and buckle under the vibrating toy. The second she starts to lose control he smacks her as with a cruel slap of his hand, adding another layer of red to the livid wheals on her cheeks. "Don't you fucking move," he growls as he slides the vibrator back over her clit while she tries to hold her statue pose: her ass raised in the air, her upper body supported on her elbows, her head hanging limply toward the altar.

You bring me back to my own ordeal as you slide your hand down to my skirt and push it up around my waist. I can't help the quiet yelp that escapes my lips around the ball in mouth.

You twist my nipple with a wicked turn, your voice hot in my ear, "You'd do best to follow the slut's example and keep quiet and still unless I tell you otherwise."

My heart skips a beat at your words and how quickly you have gone from tender touch to inflicting pain. My nipple throbs from the harsh attention, but so does my pussy, as if daring me to deny my desire. I am starting to lose a grip on what I know and I struggle inside of myself, trying to steel myself against your touch and the erotic scene unfolding before me.

You bunch my skirt up around my waist and then pull my panties down slowly, just low enough that my ass is fully exposed, my clean-shaven lips touching the cold iron. I feel another flush of shame streak across my masked cheeks, burning down my neck. The cold air kisses my hardening nipples, whispering across my naked ass and unveiled pussy even though I technically still have my bra, panties, and skirt on. Not to mention the damn gloves. And again I feel my body betray me, the moisture growing between my pussy lips, slowly slipping out to touch the cold metal rubbing against my clit as you grind your hips against mine.

"I have dreamed about you naked," your breath tickles my ear, "but seeing you exposed and still clothed is absolutely incredible. Do you know how beautiful you are?" You gently caress my stomach and kiss my shoulder before gliding your hand up to my breasts, catching my nipples between your fingers and pulling on them, tugging, twisting with increasing intensity. You squeeze them with an exquisitely painful force and it is like adding kerosene to the fire burning between my legs. A low moan climbs in my throat even as I try to throw up mental blockades, screaming internally that this is not me, that I do not want this.

"That's right Little One, let me in. Give in to this. To me." You leave one hand on my breast, returning to a gentle rolling of my nipple as your other hand slides down my torso, over my mons, to my pussy. You gently spread my lips with your fingers and instruct me once more to watch the show in front of us. 

My breath quickens as you gently circle my clit, teasing me in a slow, erotic dance. 

I watch as Dark and Handsome stands up off of the altar and walks behind his sub, his cock already twitching with new life. He moves close to his fair skinned twin, leaning under the altar and picking up a large, black dildo. The Greek god grins wickedly and turns the speed up on the vibrating bullet he holds against the woman's clit. She jolts with the increased intensity and pays for it with a swift crack across her tender ass. She stills herself against the rhythmic pulse of the bullet, holding her breath as Dark and Handsome rubs the massive black dildo's head over her slick pussy lips, coating it with her juices. She groans quietly, and again a hand falls down with a resounding crash on her still up turned ass. 

You push a finger into my own slick pussy hole and I strangle a groan in my throat, my head snapping up. My breath catches and I find myself arching against your hand even as my inner voice yells at me with disgust. God I don't want this, I think to myself, begging for it to stop, praying it won't. Humiliation floods through me as I feel how wet my own pussy has become, how easily you slide your finger in and out of my hole, massaging my inner flesh. My nose flares and I grip the hand bars firmly, trying to beat down my rising carnal desire, force it back into the space I never go. But it won't listen; indeed, it grows in strength as you slide a second finger between my inner folds. I push against your hand without thought, groaning against the gag.

"Shh, not another sound," you whisper in my ear as I watch Dark and Handsome slowly push the tip of the massive dildo into the woman's pussy, spreading her lips so his audience could fully appreciate her stretching hole. 

You slide a third finger deep into me. I groan into the gag, rolling my hips against your hand. You shove me hard against the rail, the metal warming with my heat, grinding against my clit, pushing my ass up into the air as I try to balance on my heels. 

"I told you to be quiet, Little One," you say, pulling your fingers out my warm hole, slipping your thumb over my clit in a tortured twirl.

I can't help but groan again at the burning fire between my thighs, a moan that is echoed by the slave on the altar as the massive dildo slides deeper into her pussy. I know that smack is coming before it lands on her red cheeks.

But I didn't expect the rough slap of your hand against my own ass, timed perfectly so the noise in the room covered the noise in our secret hiding place.

"I warned you, Little One. There are lessons you must learn." My ass stings where your hand struck and I feel the flame of shame inside, shocked to realize it is a mixture of humiliation at my current degrading, submissive position and humiliation because I couldn't follow your simple instructions.

The Greek god laughs as Dark and Handsome shoves the woman roughly forward onto a pile of cushions, her ass raised up above the rest of her body. "Seems like you still haven't learned self-control, little whore," Dark and Handsome says huskily, pushing the dildo head even further into her swollen pussy lips. The Greek god slides the small vibrating bullet under her, resting it on the cushions nestled against her clit, grinning maliciously as he turns the speed up again, listening to her cry out.

My own whimper slips out around the ball and I feel you push me against the rail, my clit bouncing against the hard metal in a torturous dance. "Shh," you whisper again. Your grope my nipple and twist it cruelly, then you hit my ass me again, hard, forcing my sensitive clit back against the railing, my nose brushing the sheer curtain, my breasts heaving over my pulled down bra. 

I watch with increasing humiliation as Dark and Handsome administers slap after slap to the sub's ass, feeling you match each heavy handed stroke on my own tender cheeks. The pain lancing through my skin mingles headily with the ecstatic pleasure running through my clit every time it bounces against the metal. I cannot believe how aroused I am, how utterly helpless I feel. My little voice continues to demand that I shut out these feelings simmering under my skin, but I can't ignore the heat building in my stomach, stoked by your vicious attention to my now burning ass.

My breath comes hard and fast as I hold my pained cries in. And then you stop for a moment, rustling behind me. The next second, I feel a cool, hard tip press between my pussy lips as the low hum of the dildo's vibrating attachment touches my sensitive clit. I bite down on the gag as pleasure courses through my body. 

You push the head of the dildo between my lips, teasing my wet hotness with little flicks of your wrist, your hand tugging on my erect nipple, your hot groin rubbing against my hip. "Don't stop watching," you growl in my ear, running your tongue down my neck and over my shoulder, plunging the dildo deeper into my burning pussy. A dark, forbidden ache explodes between my legs despite my denial. 

I watch as Dark and Handsome pushes the massive dildo in and of his slave's pussy, its dark surface slick with her moisture. She bucks against its length, her clit grinding on the vibrating bullet. She begs for release, pleads to cum. Dark and Handsome only laughs and pulls the dildo out of her pussy, telling her "Patience yet, you haven't earned that yet." He climbs onto the altar next to her and pulls her on top of him, his dick once hard again. He pushes her slowly down onto his massive, throbbing cock and she tosses her head back in a carnal groan. He grabs her braid and yanks it back brutally exposing her breasts to the ceiling. The Greek god mounts the altar behind her and pushes her down on top of his twin, caressing her ass while Dark and Handsome slowly pumps in and out of her sopping pussy. The fair twin pulls his own cock out and spits on it, rubbing his shaft with long, languid strokes as he puts a hand possessively on her ass, pulling one cheek to the side as he admires her tight, puckered hole. 

She jumps as he touches his finger to her tight hole, her head snapping back with fear. "Oh god, no, not that, please," she pleads. 

"Subs who fail to follow the rules must learn that their purpose and their pleasure is completely in the hands of their Master. I have been lenient too long, little whore. You must be taught a lesson. You must give up everything. I'm not asking," Dark and Handsome says as he grabs her hips and impales himself deeply in her.

"Do you understand?" he asks with leveled calmness.

"Yes Master," she replies, shame again dripping from her words. 

"That is what you need, Little One," you whisper in my ear as you circle my clit and rub your groin against my ass checks. "Someone to take care of you, someone to watch out for you. Someone to save your life when you chose to throw it away. I suck in my breath around the ball gag as you run one hand up my gloved right arm and push the satin fabric up, revealing the jagged scar framed by over a dozen dots from the stitches needed to sew my life back together.

"Someone to save you from yourself," your voice rips though my thoughts as my memories come crashing back. The blood had run hot and warm down my wrist as the icy November wind cut through my flimsy fleece. I'd stood on the bridge's stonewalls for almost an hour, the rum singing in my veins, pulsing in my ears. Every misery, self-doubt, dark moment, every haunting jeer and joke at my expense kept playing like a broken record in front of me. I'd slit my wrist but figured jumping into the river while completely wasted was a good way to make sure I didn't make it out of this life alive. But first I wanted to suffer, to really rub my nose in my own failure, my own inability to function like a real human in the real world. I wanted to feel that searing self-loathing one last time, my constant companion all these years. 

Then you had rolled up in your black-and-white state trooper SUV, your hands held out in front of you as if to calm a frightened animal. You'd tried to call me back, to convince me to step off the bridge railing and into your arms. You promised you could get me help; you promised you could save me. You told me you couldn't let me just die. 

And all I said was I was sorry before I dove into the icy waters, hoping for purification and forgiveness, my head dizzy from the rum, my eyes blurred from the blood loss. They told me later that you had thrown yourself off the bridge after me, despite your partner's screamed objections. I don't remember even hitting the water, but it must have been like icy knives. I do remember you hovering over me as I lay shivering on the ground, the sound of the water rushing by mixing with the blood pounding in my ears. Your voice like gravel, your eyes a shifting hazel, your hair dark and unruly, a mouth that looked like it loved to laugh but was made for kissing, and your hands, strong, lean hands that vigorously rubbed my arms, warming both of us with the friction. Hands designed to discipline, to soothe, to teach, to love.

You drive the vibrating dildo deeper between my lips, letting it slide through my velvety wetness. You groan against my neck as you grab my breast roughly, clutching me against your hardened body. "Don't you take your eyes off them, Hannah," you order me roughly, stroking my nipple. 

I feel a tide of warmth rising from my pussy and my hips arch to take the dildo more deeply inside of me. I grip the handholds tightly, afraid I might completely lose myself. My little voice is silent, submitting to the undeniable desire coursing through my body. My breath is fevered and fast around the ball gag as you spread my ass crack with one hand, pulling the dildo out for a moment. I feel you slide two fingers into my sopping pussy, gathering the wetness on your skin, before you slowly slide the dildo back between my lips. "That's right sweet thing, watch them take her as I make you cum."

The Greek god stuck his fingers into the woman's mouth, telling her to get them good and wet as he continued to stroke his own cock. Then he pulled her ass cheeks apart, spreading her wide open as Dark and Handsome slowly drove his dick into her pussy. The Greek god pushed one soaking wet finger against her tight hole, slowly sliding it in one knuckle at a time. "Relax," he murmured as a grimace flitted across her face. 

"Relax," you whisper to me as I stiffen, feeling your warm spit sliding down my own ass crack and your pussy slicked fingers grazing over my own puckered aahole. I shake my head violently, the little voice once again loudly screaming no.

You lean heavy against me, your hand gripping my throat, your breath hot in my ear. "This is going to happen, Hannah. You can either relax and take the pain with the pleasure or you can just take the pain. But make know mistake, your ass is mine." I hear you pulling something out of your pocket, your body still leaning against mine. You bring your hand up in front of my face, showing me a clear plastic butt plug. "This is going in here," you say as your other hand slowly inserts a finger against my tense ass hole, sliding in on my juices and your spit. I can't breath as the discomfort turns to pain. "I don't even have my first knuckle in Little One," you whisper. "You have to relax."




Will You Catch Me If I Fall?



I realize as I hiss in pain that the plug he is holding in front of me is wider than his fingers, flaring out at the base to almost two finger widths. He pushes his finger even deeper into my tight, virgin ass as he puts the butt plug in his mouth, sucking greedily on it next to my ear. He pulls it out with a pop and then withdraws his finger from my tender hole, spitting again down my crack.

"Relax, Little One, surrender to me. I'll keep you safe, but you have to learn to trust me completely." Your thumb returns to my clit, slowly grinding me back on to a rising pleasure tide. You slip a finger into my drenched pussy and I rock back and forth against your hand. You step between my legs, biting at my shoulder with your hot mouth, running your tongue over my skin as you press the hard tip of the plug against my sensitive, tight hole, murmuring softly in my ear. You rhythmically push your finger into my wet pussy, flicking my clit with increasing tempo as you slowly, agonizingly push the plug against my ass, turning it in small circles, pulling it out and then pressing it back against my wet, puckered hole. 

A masculine groan from the chamber beyond the curtain caught my attention again as I let out a tiny gasp as you pushed the plug a little deeper into my ass. Dark and Handsome pulled the woman hard against his chest, catching her lips with his as he ground his hips against hers. The Greek god slid a second finger deep into her ass and then a third, leveling a quick smack to her bruised cheeks when she stiffened. I could feel my own tight hole stretching painfully around the plug's shaft, could only imagine how intensely her pain, and pleasure, was with three large fingers pushing deep into her rectum.

I felt myself growing even wetter as I watched her battle with her humiliation and desire, her body violated, every hole abused in front of an audience of men who had their cocks out, pleasuring themselves to her submission. I groaned softly against my gag, trying to remember that I didn't want this, trying to recover a shred of dignity but you ripped that away from me when you brought the vibrating dildo head back to my pussy, touching the head against my swollen lips. You forced me even more fully over the rail so I barely kept my toes on the ground, my breasts now hanging over my bra cups, bouncing gently against my chest with every push of your hand.

I could feel your eyes slowly devouring my exposed form, my pussy lips wet, sliding over the vibrating dildo, my ass raised up over the rail, the butt plug driving deeper into my core.

Another moan escaped my lips.

"Bite down on the gag if you have to but not another sound or I will give you to them," you say harshly in my ear as you push the plug even further into my ass, forcing me to bite down on the gag to keep from screaming in pain and pleasure.

I felt like my nerves were on fire, my pussy hot and sensitive to your touch, my ass aching in acceptance of the brutal invasion. I wanted more; I needed more. I bucked against your hand. I could feel the mounting surge of pleasure, could not believe the exquisite pain and ecstasy I felt as you penetrated my ass and pussy simultaneously. I was so close, so close, on the edge of reality. "Next lesson, Little One," you murmur, "You don't cum unless I say so." You pull the plug out of my ass with a sucking sound and slow the rhythm of the dildo in my pussy. I feel my on-coming orgasm diminish and I feel an emptiness, a dirty need, in my ass. "And I won't fuck you until you beg for it. Which you can't do with a gag in your mouth." You chuckle. 

As if on cue, the Greek god demands the woman beg for it, beg for his cock in her ass. "Say it," he says firmly, his hand once again stroking his dick.

"Please Sir, please, fuck me in the ass with your cock," she cries out as Dark and Handsome drives himself more fully into her pussy. 

"Good girl," he says, kissing her roughly on the mouth as he raises her ass up so Greek god could mount her.

You've started sliding the dildo in and out of my pussy again, turning up the speed on the vibrator, but I feel only a mounting frustration. I was so close just a moment ago and now my pussy is so sensitive I can't get the dildo deep enough. And I can feel the throbbing ache in my ass, begging for more. I wanted to scream in frustration. You push me down against the rail, slamming the dildo in and out of my abused pussy. You yank my head back, forcing me to look in front of me.

The Greek god rubs his dick's head against the sub's hole, pushing in and out slowly, listening to her agonized cries of pleasure mingled with pain. Her moans twist my own lust and desire even deeper and I grind my hips against the dildo. You laugh softly, and then I feel the hard plastic tip of the plug pressing against my puckered hole, my breath catching in anticipation. You kiss my shoulder, turning the vibrator on full speed, pushing me back to the edge with every deep thrust of the dildo.

I watch as the Greek god slowly slides his dick further into her ass before dragging it out and then pushing in even deeper, all the while Dark and Handsome thrusting into her from underneath. Her strangled cries of pained ecstasy drive me to a breaking point. I continue to grind against the dildo, wishing with silent humiliation that I could beg you for release. You slip the tip of the butt plug into my already tightening hole, teasing me before you pull it out again. I feel as if I'm going to split apart at the seams as my breasts bouncing against my chest, cold air slipping across my taught nipples; my hands and arms stretched out in front of me, useless; the dildo deep inside my pussy, the vibrations massaging my clit in a frenzied dance as you run the tip of the plug around the rim of my asshole, spitting once again onto its puckered surface. 

The woman throws her head back in a carnal scream as the Greek god loses control and slams his cock deep into her tight anus. He grabs her tits, kneading them with aggressive fury as he matches Dark and Handsome's fervent tempo. I watch as the fair twin completely mounts her from behind like a dog, his body entwining fully with his lovers, the edges of where he ends and they begin blurring.

I feel myself at the precipice again, waiting to fall again into the river, into your spell. My orgasm builds with an intensity I've never known, waiting to be unleashed. But no matter how hard I fuck the dildo I can't find release. And then you say it, what I need to hear.

"Cum for me, Little One," you whisper in my ear, pushing the dildo all the way to the hilt inside of my wet pussy as the plug prods the outside of my slicked asshole.

I want to cum. God I need to come.

I watch as Dark and Handsome grabs the sub's hips and buries himself deep inside her pussy while the Greek god slams his dick fully into her now gaping asshole, pushing his face into her hair as her squeezes her breasts. 

I can see the orgasm start to sweep over them. Her last scream of utter, deranged ecstasy covers my own as you shove the butt plug all the way to the base into my tight, sensitive ass, throwing me over the edge as the dildo plunges in and out of my pussy. I forget to bite down as stars explode in front of my eyes and liquid fire burns down through my toes.

I go limp, losing hold of the grips, almost falling over the rail, but there you are again. Ready to catch me. Ready to save me. You rapidly loosen the ropes, unstrap the ball gag, and ease me to the floor. You kiss the top of my head tenderly.

"I'll be watching you Hannah," are the last words you say as you disappear through the curtains. I realize a moment later you weren't wearing a mask.