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Darla

By: CherryCat



The old dirty pick up rambled on down the highway with some Jim Croce coming from the radio. Ben sat staring straight ahead, singing along. Darla was in the passenger seat also staring straight ahead. Neither had spoken since their fight earlier.

Ben remembered when Darla had crossed his path. He was in Brewer's Den shooting some pool against some city guy who thought he was the cock of the walk. Ben had taken out his custom pool cue, Lucille, to teach him a thing or two. Bastard had cheated, playing dirty, putting the ball behind the eight ball. Ben and Lucille had taught the prick a thing or two. Especially with the last blow to the groin.

When he had looked up from the crumpled man, there was a curvy blonde with the most amazing green eyes looking at him with amusement. She had smiled with red painted lips when he winked. 

She had followed when he was "escourted" from the Den. 

It had all been history from there.

They had gone on picnics, eating cold fried chicken she made and pasta salads. Some movies at the theatre. A concert if someone good was in town. A lot of long drives in his pick up. He listened while she talked. They always talked a lot, females, must be something in their hard wiring made their mouth go non stop. Darla talked more than the rest.

He figured that must be why Darla was the best cocksucker he had ever known. All those muscles working must make them strong to do what she did. 

And she was a head demon. She would get down on her knees on their picnics and say, "Time for dessert." She'd wink and lick her lips while stroking him in a tight, fast thrust. Her fingers would tense at the tip on the upstroke, squeezing the head. Her thumb would swipe the tip and flick the small slit at the top. 

Her other hand would craddle his balls, massaging them with her fingertips. She would alternate with scratching his inner thighs with her nails, hard enough to leave red streaks on their surface.

During this she would look him in the eye with a look of daring on her face. 

Finally, when he was getting bored of just being stroking she would lightly flick her tongue out in place of her thumb. Her tongue would lather all over the head like an ice cream cone and then she would pull back so that her breath would be sensitive on it. 

She would lick her lips again and apply her red lip gloss in a swipe. She'd take her lips and close them together and kiss the tip of his cock. Then she'd gradually open her lips and suck in his dick slowly, devouring and licking every inch. Sliding her moist lips down his shaft until she reached the base, keeping the seal airtight around his cock. The gliding sensation would make him weak. 

She would take her tongue and rub it along the bottom and when she reached the tip she'd give it a swirl and lick just under the rim of his head quickly before going back down. 

Then when she sensed his knees get weak from standing she'd push them from behind slowly while still gliding her ruby lips up and down on his cock, lowering him to the ground until he was flat on his back. It was almost like she was attached to his dick by her mouth. 

When he was all laid out she'd back off, take off her top and unhook her bra, loosing her huge tits in the open air. She'd sit astride him and play with her nipples smiling at him as they got hard under her fingers. He'd reach up and push her tits together and stroke the hard nubs, rubbing roughly with his callused thumbs. 

She would laugh and bend over raking her tits across his chest and down to his dick. By now it was half hard. "What a pity. I guess I should fix that." 

She'd take his shaft and place it between her milky tits. Keeping them together by folding her hands over them, the massive dd's would roll up and down the spit soaked cock. He'd be hard in no time, throbbing. 

When his head would poke out she'd swirl it around her tongue again to keep the gliding wet and hot. He loved tit fucking beyond all else. Buried between huge tits with a hot tongue on his cock was like a dream come true every time she did it. All he had to do was lay there and watch the show. When he started to leak precum onto her tits she'd look up and grin.

This was her favorite part. She'd lick the head more and keep her tits near the bottom, bobbing everything up and down until he could feel the tingle in his toes reach all the way up to his balls. Then he'd grab her hair and slam his cock into her mouth faster and faster into those ruby lips until he was ready to cum. He'd pull it out and stroke himself near her face and tits. 

"You want to see it?" "Oh please.." she'd whimper. She'd start grinding his legs and lean over his cock as it erupted all over her. Spurt after spurt of hot milky strands would unload from his cock pulling up from his balls onto her awaiting rack and face. 

"Front seat to my favorite show," she'd say. She'd rub her nipples again with the cum. Licking her fingers to get the taste of him in her mouth. "Now that was dessert."

He'd sure miss those picnics. Not that they'd been having many of them as of late. All they ever did was sit around and watch tv or argue. And the head demon had given way to a nag. No matter how they started it was like a magic wand passed over them with time and created a stale, talkative bitch. 

The last arguement had been their worst. He was watching the game and she kept asking him to go to a movie with her. He backhanded her to shut her up and she started screaming. By now he couldn't hear the commentators. She raged at him until he turned off the game. He stood up and grabbed her wrist as she went to slap him. 

"You don't want to do that. Now, I'm sorry I hit you but how else was I supposed to hear the game? I will take you to a movie this week. I promise." He looked into her eyes and she slowly nodded. Then she looked at the floor. 

"Don't hit me again," she said quietly. 

"Okay, but you've got to give a man a little space ok?" She nodded again. But he saw her eyes and saw something he did not like: determination. He knew it would go as it always went, she'd leave him and spread their private business all over town. Maybe even bothering Rick at the police station. 

"How about we go on a picnic?" he said, hoping to bury the hachet quickly. Suddenly the determination gave way to a grin and she said, "We haven't done that in forever!" She turned and headed to the kitchen getting ready to make up a basket. He watched her bottom sway and swing around the kitchen looking for things. 

"I'll go load up the truck" he said and walked out into the driveway.

And now here they were. He could smell the chicken in the basket beside him. 

"I know you think me hitting you was bad, but honestly sometimes you just don't understand. You never shut up Darla, ever. And when you scream it drives hot nails into my ears. It's not like I can't hear you. Jesus woman, sometimes I just don't feel like listening. A little slap is nothing. It just gets your attention and stops that pretty mouth of yours for a second. I'm sorry, but that's the only way sometimes." 

He looked at her staring out the window. They hit a bump and she shifted in her seat, still not looking at him. Finally, they reached his favorite spot.

It was an old logging route away from the main road so you couldn't hear traffic, and no one would come by to disturb them.

He moved around to her side of the truck and helped her out. He carried her across the muddy ground and set her down on a large rock. 

"You must be cold. Hold on." He retrieved a blanket from the back of the truck. He carefully wrapped her in it tucking it around her face to keep her warm. 

"This has always been a special spot for me. I built that rock wall all by myself over the years. I thought I should add to it today, because today is special too." He laughed. "Listen to me, going on after telling you to shut up. But seriously, I am truly sorry for what happened today." He grabbed the stuff from the bed of the pick up and started to use the shovel to dig while she watched. 

She kept watching him even as he moved her. Her eyes peered up at him right until that last shovelful of dirt covered her face. "Yup, mighty shame what happened in the kitchen today. You shouldn't have tried calling your friends to come get you from 'the crazy hick'. That just drove me insane you see, and all I could do to make you stop talking was to squeeze your pretty neck. I hung up the phone before you could tell your city friends where you were, even the town's name so no one will come here. Did you think I was stupid, Darla? I might be a hick, but I knew you were gonna leave and I can't have that. I watched you in the kitchen. Too bad your tongue turned all black, I might've been able to have one more blow job before you went. Damn girl, you had one hell of a skill and all you had to do to ruin it is talk too much. Ahh well. Better to have been sucked well then not to have been sucked at all." He chuckled. "I really will miss those lips darlin." 

He carefully placed the new rocks over her, looked up at the rest, Sandy, Margaret,... and turned away heading towards the truck humming "You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille." Maybe he'd hit Brewer's if they let him in...

Darla



All persons are at least 18 years of age

*

The feel of her hand on my cock was at once the most exciting and the most terrifying moment of my life. No one had ever touched me there before, besides myself of course, and here she was doing it in the presence of my father and two cousins. Her fingers pressed firmly against my rapidly hardening shaft over the jeans and briefs I wore as I bit my tongue to keep from crying out. 

Cousin Darla had come to visit out of the blue with nary an explanation given to me by my parents. Through snippets of conversations I learned that her parents, the preacher and his proper preacher wife, had sent her down south to get away from some guy named Roy they didn't approve of. They had hoped that some time away might change her feelings and that they would be able to change her mind about marrying this apparent loser. To this day I don't know if she did what she did because she felt something for me, or if she just did it out of a sense of rebelliousness. 

I had been laying on the couch watching television in the living room with my dad on the recliner next to me and my two cousins, Clint and Pete, sitting on the floor. Darla had walked in with a blanket and had asked to sit with me. When I started to get up she shook her head and just picked my legs up, sat down and then let my legs fall over her lap. The lights were out and in the flickering of the t.v. she gave me a strange smile. Her straight, blond hair and pale skin made her rather cute and although I may have had the stray impure thought about her, I certainly wasn't prepared for what was about to happen. 

She spread the blanket out over me making sure that it was pressed up to at least my arm pits and she settled in to watch the program, her hand resting on my stomach. I could feel my heart beating faster already, all of this was new to me and very unexpected, but I had been the victim of my over active imagination before so I convinced myself that nothing was really going on. Her fingers began to trace circles on my stomach and chest through my shirt, which she quickly pushed up so that my skin was exposed to her, and then I felt the burn of her touch on my body. I could feel my eyes open as wide as saucers as I stared at her, all the while her gaze was fixed on the television. 

I don't know how long she touched my chest, but the feeling was beyond anything I've ever felt. I don't think any woman has ever just enjoyed touching my body the way Darla made me feel she did. Then her hand began slipping lower and she was rubbing my stomach which caused my muscles to go haywire. I couldn't help but pull my stomach in as the butterflies that had been fluttering beneath the skin suddenly went into a frenzy of action. Darla laughed as my body wouldn't be still beneath her touch and I think Pete or Clint may have looked over at us. Finally spreading her fingers out she lightly pressed down against my stomach with all of them at once, the ticklishness seemed to fade away and I was left with the unmistakable knowledge that she was travelling closer to my aching privates. 

Darla turned to look at me during a commercial, her face only lit from the side but I saw the flash of a devilish smile that I knew was just for me. As she bore into me with her gaze her hand slid over my jeans and she grabbed my stiffy through my clothes. Her fingers massaged me firmly and I could see the pleasure in her eyes as she groped me right under the nose of our family. I was breathing very heavily at this point, enough to cause her alarm and she pushed a finger from her free hand up to her lips, signaling for me to keep quiet.

She turned her face back to the television when the movie started again and for a moment her gentle massage continued. Then, needing more, she slid her hand back up against my stomach and then slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of my jeans and underwear. My stomach was doing flips again and I sucked my tummy in to make room for her to slip her hand into my pants. My eyes rolled back in my head as the tip of her finger made contact with the underside of my shaft just at the top. In the confined space she couldn't really grip me, but she caressed the tip as much as she could for a minute and then she pulled her hand completely out of my jeans. 

I think I may have moaned my disappointment because Darla gave me a sweet smile and then she tugged on the button fly with her hand hidden beneath the blanket. Her eyes widened slightly and she nodded her head while she pulled on the material of my jeans. I took her meaning and I undid the fly and pulled them down my hips a bit. Darla used her other hand to pull up the blanket and rest her chin upon her fist, making a tent where movement underneath wouldn't be seen. My body went through another series of convulsions as her soft, dainty hand slid over my stomach and beneath my tighty whities and held me within her hand. Her cool flesh felt like heaven against my burning flesh and the pressure of her grip allowed me to feel my heart beating in my dick. 

Curling her fingers around the shaft she made a sleeve with her fingers and then she began to pump. Exquisitely slow she moved her hand, swiping the tip of my phallus with her thumb to gather up the bead of liquid that had appeared and then using it to lubricate her movement. My eyes rolled back in my head and I pressed myself up to meet her rhythm. At some point my cousin Pete must have figured out what was going on because I opened my eyes and I saw him looking at us curiously. When he looked at my face he turned back to the television, covering his mouth as he laughed under his breath. 

Darla just watched the television, my cock throbbing in her hand while she jerked me off beneath the blankets. My father was talking, telling jokes I think and everyone but me was laughing. I was in another world as the first woman ever was touching my body in a sexual manner, jacking me off right in front of my dad and cousins. The fact that she was my cousin was so out of this world I couldn't even begin to think about that half of it until much later. Her pace increased and she would end each upward stroke by squeezing me tighter. The movie was going to be over soon and she gave me a warning look. 

Her hand slid along my pole noiselessly but the rushing in my ears was drowning out everything in the world. My body tensed and I felt as if my cock got even bigger in her hand. Her stroke shortened and she rubbed just below the crown back and forth in at a steady pace, though not nearly as fast as I would have liked. I think I may have gasped and then bit my lip tightly because when I opened my eyes Darla was staring at me her eyes boring into me with a stern warning, but her hand never stopped moving. With helplessness I stared at her silently, my jaw clenched tightly as my cum spilled out of my cock and splattered against my chest and stomach and then finally dribbled down over her hand to pool at the base of my pubic hair. Darla's face softened immediately when she felt my seed gush forth and her fingers slipped over the tip to get wet and sticky. 

She held my softening dick in her hand until the movie ended and then carefully slipped her hand out and pulled my underwear back over my cock. I reached down and pulled my jeans up over my hips and fastened the top button, pulling my shirt over my cum covered chest and stomach. Everyone got up as the late news started except for me, I was still bundled under the blanket gazing up with amazement and lusting while Darla stood up and stretched next to the couch. My cousin Pete flicked the lights on for a second and then turned them off just as quickly, laughing as he walked away. 

Darla gave me a sweet smile, her eyes alight with something I had never seen before and then she walked away. I got up and scrambled to my bedroom, the blanket clutched in front of me. I changed in my room and tossed the clothes into the hamper before climbing into bed happier and more confused than I'd ever felt in my life. 



Darla



"If I take you on, I take you down to square one. You start out buck naked and will have to earn everything from your first stitch of clothing to your first phone call. I don't care about our history or who you are right now, this is all about what you will become."

She eyed me warily.

"You surrender all rights. I will have full authority over you and I will eventually permeate into your very soul. You will discover great joy in pleasing me and learning from me. You will be collared to indicate your subservience to me an to the illustrate to contract between us. I will use the crop and, when necessary, spank with my open hand. Every part of you from the tip of your toenails to the last follicle of the hairs on your head will be mine to mold as I see fit. In exchange I will house you, instruct you, and send you off with a new outlook, a new set of job skills, and a more satisfactory life all around but you MUST become my property!"

"But Daddy!" She pouted in return.

Technically speaking, Darla was not my daughter but she may as well have been. Her entire life she had called me 'Daddy.' I had raised her from the age of sixteen months to the age of sixteen. Now, four years later, at age twenty, she was tumbling down the same path as her worthless biological father and my now ex-wife. There was one bad boyfriend after another, there was the experimentation with drugs. There was her history of barely earning a diploma from high school and the subsequent flaming out of a college for dunderheads with a GPA too low to measure. Darla had lost her job, been kicked out of her apartment, and had no where else to go. My ex-wife, Bonnie, was simultaneously too self-absorbed and too obsessed with the cock of her new boy toy to provide any solace to her daughter. I had heard enough from old family friends and other sources to be prepared for Darla's inevitable visit to my doorstep. 

Neither her current loser boyfriend, nor the dopes she had a history with had the means to take care of her, nor did they have enough affection for her to give her even a corner of the roof in the apartments or flop houses they dwelt in. She was at the end of her rope.

Darla and I had always gotten along, with some major caveats. She had been an exasperating daughter as I had been prevented from disciplining her the way I could have or should have because of Bonnie's interference. All of my old predictions as to how Darla would turn out were reverberating about my skull. It is true that a prophet goes without honor in his own country.

I returned her exasperation with a scowl.

"But Daddy, that's not how you raised me! Me being naked in front of you would either case me to turn to stone or you to go blind! You did nothing like that when I lived with you!"

"And see how good that turned out? Had I had a free hand when you were living under my roof, you would not be in the pickle you are in now. I won't take you back only to repeat the same mistakes. I will not repeat my offer. Take a walk around the block to think about it. After your walk you will have to fish or cut bait. If you enter my house tonight, you enter under my terms and you live here until I decide that you are capable of living on your own. Apply yourself, demonstrate that you have some backbone and a willingness to learn. If you do, I will even fund you another try at college. But the Darla that exists now can NOT enter this house. It is not too late for you but time is running out. I offer you hope and salvation, but my terms are non-negotiable and require unconditional surrender."

"My God, Daddy, You ARE serious!"

"Yes I am. This is the last shot for both of us. It is your last chance to turn around your life and it is my last chance to impart maturity, self reliance, and wisdom into you."

"But me naked. You spanking me."

"Embarrassment and shame are the last tools left in my arsenal. Had I been able to raise you right the first time, today, instead of turning up on my doorstep like a bad penny, you would be a career woman or a successful college student. Those methods of embarrassment and shame would have never left the toolbox. Look at all the bad choices you have made. If you are honest with yourself, you will recall that my advice was ALWAYS better than the course you chose. Even now when all others are rejecting you, I offer you a lifeline. It is my lifeline so I get to dictate the terms"

"Daddy, I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm a young woman."

"No Darla, you are a spoiled little brat who never heard no from her mother and were permitted to flaunt my authority night and day. Young women are respectful, properly demure, confident and capable. You Darla, are NONE of those things. You are a petulant six year old in the body of a twenty year old girl. That six year old little brat needs to be smacked in the fanny from time to time, made to clean her room, pick up her toys and apply herself in school. Most of all that spoiled little six year old needs to admit that she was wrong and that her life is messed up because she was too proud, and too spoiled to ask for help from a loving parent to make her a better little girl. When you lived with me, Darla. I offered you my ear. I attempted to discipline you the best I could but your mother wouldn't let me. In spite of everything, I never stopped loving you. I STILL love you. I STILL want the best for you. You can STILL have those things. Now I am going inside for fifteen minuets. Take that time and decide if you want to continue being a failure. If you want to change, come back and knock on my door. This is the ONLY offer of help that you will get from me."

Before she had a chance to object, I closed the door in her face. I knew that Darla had no where else to go. Since divorcing, Bonnie, Darla's mother, my life had been one success after another. A year or so after she left me for a school teacher who was later caught with a ton of kiddie porn on his work computer, I developed a code that was highly desired by several very large software and computer companies. I patented this code and made some very impressive money by selling it to the highest bidder, For legal reasons, I can not mention the company I sold my code to, but rest assured that you have used it.

I've been retired for over a year. I have no family to speak of. A new long-term project was just the thing I needed to banish the retirement blahs. Darla was the closest thing I ever had to a child of my own. For the most part, I enjoyed raising her but the frustration I felt when I saw the direction her life was headed, made me truly grieve. Darla really is a great kid. Although she never applied herself in school, she is whip smart. She's also quite lovely physically but her lack of self-confidence is so strong that she has never allowed herself to shine. Just altering the way she carries herself would do wonders for her appearance. Yes, I realize that Darla right now is a dead ringer for her mother. I married Darla's mother when she was a few years older than Darla is now. The fact that Bonnie was an unwed mother, should have been a warning to me but what can I say? Love is blind. The ONLY good thing that Bonnie instilled in her daughter was the importance of good birth control so that she not repeat her own mistake. 

I strolled around my new home. Since I had an more than an inkling that Darla would be headed my way I had a spare bedroom all set up for her. It was spartan by design. The thought of Darla naked was, to be honest, more than a little arousing but I would push my dirty old man inclinations aside as much as I could because, as I said I truly cared about Darla and wanted the best for her. I told myself repeatedly that quasi-incest was NOT my goal. In truth Darla NEEDED to be reduced to nothing before she could truly appreciate anything. The sound of my door bell ringing again was simultaneously delightful and conflicting.

I opened the door a crack. Darla was in tears as she stood with her head hung low on my door step.

"Daddy, I have nowhere else to go!"

"Will you abide by my rules?"

She inhaled deeply, nodded her head and said, "What other choice do I have?"

I opened the door all the way and Darla entered my foyer. I took the suitcase from her hand, and retrieved the rest of her luggage from my front stoop. In truth there was a lump in my throat and my heart was beating loudly in my ears. I steeled myself, and faced my step-daughter.

"Darla, I have a pot of tea steeping. In a while we will sit down and share a cup. But there are some things that must occur first. Later you are going get undressed and I will give you a bath. I imagine that tonight will be the single most awkward for both of us. You will feel humiliated and angry, but believe me, that is exactly what you need. Because I had more than an inkling that you would head my way, I have a nice room set aside for you. I'm sure you remember that I am an excellent cook. Starting tonight you have a strict bed time and wake up times. Most of your days henceforth will be tightly structured. The faster you adapt to your situation and the better you behave, the more freedoms you will be granted. I am going to lock up your suitcases and your purse. Starting as of this moment, I provide you with EVERYTHING. In exchange you apply yourself, listen to my instruction, and ultimately, turn your life around." 

"Daddy, WHY are you doing this?"

"Because I love you Darla, because I love you. You can't see that now but as time passes you will. Now, follow me."

Darla bit her lip and stamped her feet as I led her to my impressive master bathroom. Even so I could see Darla's eyes drinking in all the new luxury I had come into. She was beginning to realized that living with me would indeed have its benefits.

"Now Darla," I said as I adjusted the taps on the tub, "you have to get undressed now. Everything comes off, including that stud in your nose and your earrings and any other jewelry. I decide when and it you are permitted to adorn yourself and I decide what jewelry you will wear."

Darla turned beat red and stamped her feet but eventually her fingers went to the zipper of the light jacket she was wearing. Even though it was June it had been a cool day. She kicked off her low heels, stared at me for a long moment. She gulped noticeably and then reached for the top button of her pink blouse.

"Oh, Daddy." she whined before slowly undoing the buttons. She filled her lacy bra quite nicely and her tummy was nicely toned. It was like gazing through a time portal and viewing her mother's body. I felt myself stiffen. As a precaution against embarrassment on the part of both myself And Darla, I was wearing two athletic supporters under my loose khaki pants Darla pouted for moment stomped her foot and at last open her jeans and withdrew her long shapely legs from them. Instantly, I was reminded that it was Bonnie's legs that had first attracted me to her. I hoped that Darla did not hear my short intake of breath as I gazed at the trim dark haired woman who had once been my step daughter.

Delaying actual nudity as much as possible, Darla glared at me and then placed all of her jewelry on the edge of the sink. Last to go, the small stud from the left side of her nose. Tears welled up in Darla's eyes and she squeaked, "Let's get this over with!" In two quick motions she removed her bikini style panties and lacy bra. Her tits were just like her mother's and her brown bush was thick but neatly trimmed. I was delighted to discover that she had not defiled her lovely flesh with tattoos or piercing below the neck. Full of shame, Darla bowed her head, turned beet red and stared at the floor.

I tried to force my mind away from my honeymoon, where as my first act as a new husband, I had given my bride a bath. The body before me now was practically identical. I prayed that my overlapping jock straps were up to the Herculean task of masking my boner. 

With a splash, Darla was in the tub. I picked up a washcloth and said,

"See, Darla you didn't explode and I didn't turn to stone from seeing you naked."

"Oh, I'll bet you are just LOVING this! If I had anywhere else to go on the planet I would be there. Watch you hands 'Daddy.'" 

For the first time since she was an insolent teenager, Darla had pronounced the paternal word with as much venom and contempt that she could muster. I was content to let this particular instance slide. I would not be as forgiving in coming days. Gingerly, I began to lather and wash Darla. It had been a very long time since I had been in this situation. Looking back on it it seemed that Darla and I had our best bonding at bath time. I would ask her how he day had gone, what she had learned and what she had done. In return Darla would open up like a little flower for me, savoring and relishing in my attentions.

After a few minuets of silence that was beyond painful I asked Darla,

"How was your day?"

Darla laughed and said. "Well I never imagined when I woke up this morning that it would end with me at the mercy of a dirty old man or that that particular dirty old man would be the one who was literally once my very own old man."

She gazed at me with tears welling up in her eyes.

"Under the circumstances it feels funny calling you 'Daddy' but I've never called you anything else. The only reason I am tolerating your outrageous behavior, is because out of everyone in my life, you've been the only one that was always there for me. I know that you have always been good to me and you alone among the people in my life has never lied to me, cheated , or abused me. Sadly, I can't say that I treated you with the same respect you showed me. Because you have always meant right by me, I thought long and hard and decided that you would not change your spots now. I have always known you to be a wise and caring man, Daddy. I regret not having listened to you in the past. After circling the block and thinking long and hard, I decided that for the first time in my life I would obey you completely."

I paused in my washing of Darla's back and our eyes locked. With all of her heart she said softly,

"Daddy, please don't take advantage of me while I am in your care. Always remain the hero you have always been in my heart."

Silently, I nodded my assent, projecting as much sincerity as I could with my eyes.

We exchanged nods and then Darla turned from me and broke down in tears.

"Oh, Daddy! I had a horrid day!"

For the next three quarters of an hour, Darla poured her heart out to me. It was not hard to recall other bath times from a prior decade when she had cried about a particularly trying day at school or about a girlfriend who had been mean to her. For the most part all I did was listen and keep the water warm. My former step-daughter had a lot of frustrations to get out. When she was finished I presented the washcloth to her so that she could wash her face and blow her nose.

Somehow, we both knew that as she stepped out of the tub, something had changed between us. All of Darla's hostility and rebellion were gone and I had pushed away all my incestuous thoughts to see my self almost solely as mentor, coach, and confessor. Somehow I knew that both of us would come to relish our new relationship. 

As she stood with the towel about her body I took something out of my pocket.

"Now Darla, I could have gone with a conventional slave type collar, but those are declasse and bulky. However there must be some outward symbol of your obedience and my authority." She oohed when I presented her symbol. "This choker is gold and platinum with the letter "D" in small emeralds It has a small but very strong lock in the back and I posses the only key. When your training is complete and you are on the way to a new productive life, I will remove it from your neck. I tell you now that your training will probably take more than a year. There will be frustrations and obstacles for both of us but together we can over come them. Do you accept my terms Darla? Do you give me full authority over you in ALL things?"

Darla nodded and then said, "Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say."

My hands trembled as I lifted Darla's hair and locked the choker about her neck. It looked marvelous against her skin and would look stylish with any type of clothing. Darla liked the look of my gift and spent some time gazing at it in the mirror.

"Its lovely, Daddy."after another moment of appreciating the jewelry she turned and said, "Let's have that tea." 

I allowed her to keep the towel as we sat in my kitchen and sipped tea. We filled each other in on the lost time between us. Darla seemed truly interested in my patent and was both surprised and delighted that my newfound wealth had not changed me as a person. When the time was right I gave her an extensive tour of the house. The tour ended where both of us knew it wold.

"This room is yours Darla. Right now you have a bed, a chair, a desk, a bookshelf with some reading material and a currently empty closet and chest of drawers. Through that doorway is a half bathroom consisting of a commode and a sink. You will note that there is no door on the bathroom and the lock on this door can only be operated from the outside. There will be no secrets between us. Over the next coming weeks and months your good behavior and obedience will fill up the dresser and the closet with very fine clothing that will be selected for you. The rooms are warm enough that you will not need clothing for a while and the quilt is thick for when the nights ARE cold."

Darla stepped into her new world and said. "It's better than where I have been living that's for damn sure." She saw the stuffed animal on the twin bed, broke out in a wide smile and said "Mr. Bun!"

She picked up the stuffed rabbit and her eyes looked at mine with wonder.

"Believe it or not, I found him last year in a trunk I had not opened since I was married to your mother. How he got in there I'll never know but it seemed almost criminal to simply throw him away." 

"Oh Daddy, how sweet." Darla embraced the memento of her childhood, reminding us both of other, more pleasant times. I had not seen her smile so serenely in years.

After a moment of letting her soak everything in I announced. "Well Darla, it is now technically past your bed time. I'll need your towel now and then I am going to lock you in. The lights will go off in fifteen minuets. Breakfast is tomorrow at 8:30 A.M."

Darla, unspooled the towel from around her body and seemed suddenly devoid of embarrassment as she held the towel out for me to take.

"Goodnight, Daddy! Sweet dreams."

"And sweet dreams to you as well precious."

It was only after the door had closed and locked that I realized Darla and I had just repeated, word for word, our final daily exchange from the entire time we had lived together. Even when she was rebellious and nasty, we almost always ended our day with those exact words!. Not for the first time I wondered just what I had gotten myself into.



Darla



Darla is a character from a short vignette in one of the parts of 'Epiphanous'. She isn't mentioned by name but her circumstance fueled a storyboard in my mind that I think was worth exploring. This is not a story of great wrongs and retribution. There is no bitch burning and from my perspective there is no judgement of right or wrong. These are people who might do what others would not or not do what others might rush into.

There were no real people harmed in the writing of this story and it is not a collection of my experiences in any way except in understanding the emotions involved. I am going to leave anonymous commenting open for now but will probably delete those comments that are not constructive and adding to any fruitful discussion.

*****

Kiera from "The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 3"

"I'll tell you what I think a whore looks like. My mother is a whore, one of the best. I look just like her except for the rings and tats and my hair. I don't think she would go for my nails either but other than all that I'm the spitting image of what a whore looks like. She's also the best mom on the planet, a totally fantastic cook and hands down the best in class potter in the business. So why is she a whore? One, she married my Dad for his money so there is that exchange thing right there. She loves him though, don't get me wrong. Two, she has to be the horniest piece of ass a man could ever ask for. Yeah, I know, I see your look."

She kind of smiled halfway and continued.

"Her problem, if that is what it is, is that she needs more than my Dad could provide so she discreetly procured a man here and there to, you know, sate her carnal desires. I say her problem because my Dad wasn't on the same page with it, not at all. He couldn't handle her love of the strange. His problem is he loved her to death and still does but they are divorced now. He remarried some straight laced corporate lawyer and she eventually moved on to fucking find herself with a Cuban junk dealer south of Miami. Now, he's miserable. She's 41 and hornier than ever and they both still love each other. But, Mom is a whore for dick, absolutely loves it and I give her another dozen years or so until she slows down. So, that's what a whore looks like, unhappily divorced and enjoying herself to the max."

Darla

The crack of thunder shook me out of my thoughts as I stood on the pavement across the street from The Pub. I had an umbrella but even with that modicum of cover, the rain was incessant. With a break in traffic, I darted across the lane skipping a large puddle before I was again standing before the entrance. I had been here before of course. Every woman or man curious for company had occupied a seat here at one time or another whether it was this establishment or another a thousand miles away. They are all the same. A drink for your sorrows or a beer for good cheer. The imaginary badge on my breast said "Looking: Good Man Needed For Just A While".

I had a good man once forever. I still have him but he belonged to another for a season and now he doesn't know he's still mine. I married Justin when I was 18 and we had Kiera a year later and life was a fairy tale for a few years. Then I got the itch, a curiosity, and over the next several years I scratched it with a succession of mediocre men with exceptional talents. I already had an exceptional man with acceptable talents but I didn't appreciate him fully. So now I settle for a temporal sating and pine for the eternal again. Who knows? It could happen.

Shaking off the rain and stowing the umbrella and jacket, I grabbed a seat at the bar and with my vodka tonic, I surveyed the human carnage. Some of the usual cunts were there, the ones trying to snag a husband not caring if he was already engaged in that role or not. For others it was hen night with the roosters either working or otherwise entertained. There were men there, lots of them. Some were married, well, the truth be known, most were. There were the single guys looking to get laid and then there were the usual barfly beer drinkers interested more in the game on the screen. It was typical Pub night.

"Hello, Mother."

Jesus, she looked beautiful even with all that junk. I've never understood the piercings and tattoos but then, I'm a different generation.

"Hi, baby. Grab a seat. What are you having?" I ordered her the usual Fosters. That seems to be her preferred drink ever since she started working in her new job. Kiera was hired on by a new financial company that headquartered here in the city down in the new office complex on the waterfront. As she put it, one day she was sitting at her desk and the next thing she knew she was on a plane going to work for some high powered businessman on a project in California and she hasn't stopped or slowed down since.

"Thank you, Mother. I'll get the next one. So, you talked with Dad this afternoon? How did it go?"

There it was. In one sentence, I wanted my husband back in my life. The problem was and still is that he doesn't want the other men that have come with similar offers in the past. This time was different. I met Justin for lunch at Antoine's under the ruse of planning a birthday party for Kiera. Well, it really wasn't a ruse but it was a convenient excuse. I needed to see him before I knew I might lose him again, maybe forever. He was seeing a woman off and on now for the past couple months and while he might not be that serious I thought she was intent on having his rock on her finger. I still had that rock in my drawer at home.

"Baby, it was a very nice lunch and we talked about a lot of things. Your Dad and I had a great time. He is taking me out to dinner Friday evening."

"That's great. Mother, you know I've always hoped the two of you could figure out how to make what you had work but neither of you could seem to get on the same page."

She was right about that. Justin had a hard time trying to accept what I had done or was doing. He was just wired differently than I. Lord knows I tried. I tried quitting. I tried hooking him up with one of my girlfriends. He was just not going to accept my fucking other men. Then, something seemed to change. For whatever reason, having him back was more important than getting laid by some magnificent big dick and I told him that, not in those words but to that effect. So, he had lunch with me and now we have a date.

"Kiera, baby, your Dad and I have always loved each other even when I've been with those men and even when he was married to that fucking bitch that ran out on him. I've never stopped loving him and he's told me the same thing. I'm not going to hold out hope against all odds forever but I think maybe this time we can figure out how to get it right, maybe."

Kiera looked at me in an odd way.

"So you are giving up all the strange, for real?"

Jesus, how do I answer that? I saw him not long after Kiera sat down. He was a suit named Jason at the same company Kiera worked at, married with a kid or two at home. His most endearing characteristic was the length and girth of his uncircumcised cock. It was a solid 9 inches and thick. On top of that, he had stamina and loved eating pussy. We had been fucking for the past three months or so, purely recreational. He wasn't leaving the wife and I didn't want him for anything else. Since he knew Kiera was my daughter, he wasn't going to approach.

"Of course I am, baby."

She fucking laughed. I mean she nearly lost her drink out her nose. Before she ceased, she had tears in her eyes. I didn't get it.

"Mother, you've been getting laid regularly by an assortment of men for the past several years now. Since I sat down, your wandering eye has settled on every man in the place sizing up the opportunities. I'm guessing that if I were not here right now, there would be another man sitting right where my ass is parked trading sexual innuendoes with you and priming your willing ass with a few more of those tonics. Am I right?

Now, Mother, don't get me wrong. I'm OK with you getting plowed to your hearts content. Get those bones jumped. You're only, what, 42? Hell, I hope I have that same sex drive when I'm all young and old like you. I just want to make sure at least most of it is with the man I love."

She started laughing again. She knew me. She knew I loved cock. She once said I was the most wonderful whore she knew. I didn't even have a clue how to take that other than she meant it. Justin knew it too which is what surprised me when he asked for that date.

"Mother, listen, if Dad is willing to take you out and he can get past your certain proclivities, then I say go for it but you need to be upfront and honest with him. What is he going to do the first time he comes home unexpected and finds some well hung bastard fucking his wife in his bed ... AGAIN?? He is going to leave AGAIN.

So, with that in mind, be upfront with him and DON'T bring any strange into his bed. Seriously, Mother, if Dad is willing to go out with you, then something has changed with him because I know you haven't changed. How do I know that? Easy. You see Jason over there don't you?"

She nodded toward him over her shoulder. My mind was trying to work overtime to find a response but I had none.

"That's OK. I know he has been getting it from you for a while now and since he doesn't think I know, I should go over and invite him to join us. Oh it isn't just you he is nailing. He is tapping a couple of other women where we work too. You know what is really funny. He came this close to fucking me. I had my panties in my hand and ready to drop them in his jacket pocket when his wife walked in. I had no idea he was married. If he had been straight with me, it might not have mattered, but I like things out in the open. Dad's like that too so if you are going to get something new going on with him, you need to ditch Mr. Big Dick there and focus on your new task.

Mother, you know I love you and there is nothing I would love to see more than to have my parents get back together but you and Dad better have some serious ground rules clearly defined this time and live with them, OK??"

I love this baby girl of mine so much. If I could see half as clearly as she can I would never have lost Justin in the first place.

"How in the hell did you know about him?"

She smirked. "One of the girls at work that was fucking him saw him in here with you. It was pretty simple. Neither of you were being discreet."

Before I could respond, she got the biggest sparkling smile on her face and stepped off her stool and gave the approaching man a tight lingering hug and a kiss. The attractive man took a seat next to her on the other side.

"Mother, this is my boss, David Stone. David, this is my mother, Darla Wilson. We were just chatting."

"Ms. Wilson, it is my pleasure to meet you. Kiera has spoken of you many times, always favorably I might add. I can also see where she acquired her amazing beauty from."

OK, so he is a charmer, tall, slim and athletic, has all his hair and a wonderful smile. I had seen the smile and look in my daughter's eyes. She was in love with this man.

"Mr. Stone, if I can call you David, please call me Darla."

"By all means, Darla it is."

Before the words ever left his lips I had already undressed him. I do that with every man I meet. I visually undress him and size him up. I know it's foolish but if I've had too much to drink it's a convenient trick to make sure I don't wake up next to a poor choice. I don't know if Kiera had ever actually undressed the man but the look in her eyes told me she would love to do so. When we were kids we called it puppy love but I could tell the affection was mutual. The stumbling stone in all of it was the gold band on his left ring finger.

A tall Fosters was placed before him without an order made. Another one appeared before Kiera and my tonic was refreshed. I discovered that he was indeed married, had two grown children off to college and was the CEO of the Phoenix Financials Group with close connections to the Stanhope family, one of the richest families in the state. Of course, not to mention, my Kiera worked directly for him.

"Darla, Kiera has told me that you are a fantastic artist and potter. I'd like to get a look at your work someday. I have a project I'd like to start and maybe we could set up a convenient time to go over what I'm looking for."

"I'd love to. Let me give you a card and when you're ready, just give me a call and I'll set something up and show you a few things I've done or have in the works. That would be great."

We exchanged pleasantries for a while and I eventually excused myself to head to my home. I glanced through the etched plate glass and watched them immersed in conversation. I remember hoping she doesn't get burned in this.

I didn't make it home and a couple hours later, I regretted it.

"I'm not doing it again, Jason. This was the last time."

He just laughed and finished getting dressed. Looked over at the hotel clock, it was midnight.

I had calculated it once. A couple times a week over the past ten years came out to a thousand fucks give or take a few here and there on the side. That was a thousand fucks my husband, well, ex- husband, never enjoyed. Being honest with myself, I enjoyed nearly every one of them. In fact, I was addicted to them. Jason was just the latest excuse to practice my whoring, not that I needed practice. I meant it too. That was the last time with him. When I learned he almost fucked Kiera, I decided I was done, well, almost done. I'm done now...

He called me the next day.

Darla, Good morning. This is David Stone. We met last evening at The Pub. I hope I haven't caught you at the wrong time."

No, he could catch me any time, I thought and then cleared my mind.

"Not at all, David. It's good to hear from you."

"Good, then I'd like to propose we meet for lunch, today, if possible, and discus some ideas on the project I mentioned last evening."

"That would be great."

We decided on where and after we concluded the call, I found myself looking for something sensual to wear before I took hold of my senses and realized what I was doing. I didn't need to chase another man. I had one that I was already trying to catch. Then I thought of Jason and cringed. Why in hell had I done that? I was just a cunt to him, nothing more and for that matter, he was little to me. I think I realized then that something really did need to change.

I settled on an attractive blouse and a pair of slacks with simple sandals, no jewelry and modest makeup. I felt like a middle aged mom and it felt good for a change.

The Corner Bistro had a light crowd when I entered to meet with David. He had already arrived and waved me over when he saw me enter. It was a white linen eatery with a great menu. Under different circumstances I might have considered it to be a date. I kept to sweet tea hoping to continue my new found sensibilities. We talked about a wide variety of subjects and eventually came to his project. It was two projects actually. One was to create a couple of large intricate vases for his downtown condo and a series of castings for a new hearth he was having made for his house. Before I settled on the work and agreed, I wanted him to look over some work I already had in progress at my studio in my home. He might gain some better insight once he saw more of my handiwork.

When we concluded our business I was excited about this project. This would bring a great commission and allow me to work my own creativity into the process. We celebrated our agreement with a glass of wine. That is when things started to go wrong. No sooner had the wine been poured that I saw Justin enter the Bistro with that woman on his arm. He hadn't seen us yet but apparently David noticed my discomfort.

"I take it you know the man and woman that just caught your eye? Would you care to leave?"

"It's that obvious, I guess. I'm sorry. We are fine. I don't want to dampen the pleasant lunch we are enjoying. He is my husband, actually, my ex-husband. We divorced several years ago."

"Oh, I understand then. You still have feelings for him, of course. You were married to him."

"I'd be lying if I said no."

David then suggested we move to the outdoor patio and finish our drink there. He was a smart man if he knew that would help me relax and not be so concerned with Justin there. We headed for the patio and I don't think Justin noticed. If he did, he didn't acknowledge it. 

"So, what's the story? I'm a good listener if you want."

I really liked this man. If my daughter was in love with him, she could have done far worse except for that gold ring on his finger. Throwing caution to the wind, I gave him the condensed version, the one about the marriage, the baby, the divorce etc. I was a bit more cautious with my tales of lust and pursuits. I did talk about feelings and the dinner date planned for the following evening. He took it all in being a great listener.

"I take it that the woman with him is his current love interest? How about yourself? Is there a current love interest that clouds the waters from his perspective?"

OK, now that put me on the spot. I sure didn't want to discuss Jason or the many before him but I was being honest too.

"There isn't one particular man but Justin knows that I get out a bit."

"Well, that is to be expected. You are a beautiful woman. He would be foolish to think otherwise. Now, I'll let you in on a secret and this is purely by happenstance. He isn't going to marry the woman he is with today if that is a concern to you. Her name is Janet and I have it on good account, personal knowledge that her husband might seriously object if she married somebody else."

That was a revelation. The woman is not looking to marry Justin and she's married herself. That didn't sound like the Justin I thought I knew.

"How do you know her intentions, David?"

"Darla, I know both of them socially and, how can I put this delicately? Hell, I can't. Both of them have their fuck buddies. Apparently hers is with your ex-husband. So, that said, I don't think you need to worry much about him running off to Vegas to get married any time soon. In fact if you want, I'll have her slip in a good word for you. She saw me when they came in and was being discreet."

He laughed at that and sipped his wine. As for myself, I felt relieved. I also felt highly aroused by him and I knew I had better leave. We concluded our lunch. He graciously picked up the check and we walked off the patio to our vehicles but not before making arrangements for him to tour my studio over the weekend. I suggested that perhaps Kiera could bring him over if she was free. I had been trying to get her to visit for a month now. He agreed and we went our separate ways with plans for lunch and a tour on Saturday.

I thought about what he said about the woman Justin was with for most of the afternoon. She was married and had her friends with benefits, Justin being at least one of them. I saw myself in her except I couldn't keep Justin while doing the same thing. That was something he always said he couldn't live with yet here he was partaking of the same forbidden fruit. Oddly enough, I felt disappointed in that.

Later that evening, I lay in bed reading a long neglected novel when Justin called. I wasn't prepared for his call but I took it.

"Hello, Justin."

"Hi, Darla. I hope I'm not bothering you to call this late. I just wanted to ask you something and didn't want it to wait until morning."

"That's OK, Justin. You know you can call anytime."

"Good. So, I saw you this afternoon but I didn't want to interrupt your lunch."

He paused as if he was fishing for something so I broke it for him.

"Justin, you should have said hello. I wouldn't have minded. I was meeting a client for a project today and I'm sure he would not have minded the brief interruption."




Darla



"Yeah, well, I thought of that afterwards but you looked like you were having a good time and then you both moved to the patio so I let matters be. Anyways, what I wanted to talk about was maybe we could move our dinner plans to Saturday night. I have invitations to a private party that evening and I thought you might like to go."

"I'm OK with that, Justin. You will pick me up?"

"Sure, let's do dinner first and then drive out. I can pick you up at 6?"

We agreed. It was informal, all adults, no children, meaning a lot of things if I let my mind wander but I didn't. That was the old Darla and I was trying to christen the new. That lasted all of 15 minutes before I gave in and masturbated to a couple of orgasms. This was going to be a tough battle.

I woke in the morning at the crack of dawn, something I never do, even in the winter. Usually I can be counted on to be snoozing away at 8AM especially since my studio is in my converted barn. After breakfast, I went for a run to work out the jitters as much as the exercise. I've run most of my adult life. It's one of those release valves that some people thrive on. This day was no exception. When I finished I felt like a schoolgirl with a crush. It is nuts. I thought of David for almost the entire run. He told me he ran every day and I couldn't get that picture of him out of my mind. I tried thinking of Justin. Hell, I even tried thinking of Jason's big cock, all to no avail. All I could picture was his face and his athletic body. Jesus, Kiera too. I know she's in love with the man. I could see it. No wonder, I am too. No, I didn't say or think that. That's why this is nuts. It is an infatuation. I need to drink some prune juice and pass it.

By lunch time, I was better and remembered the studio. I needed to do some work if I was going to continue my quest for local fame. I have three kilns that a local craftsman built for me in my converted barn. When everything is working smoothly I can fire enough clay to stock a few stores with mostly generic stuff but I also do my own artistic expressions that one of the local galleries sell on commission. It has provided a comfortable living and since I live on an old farm that my parents left me just outside of the city, I make ends meet with enough to set aside for those rainy days.

I had just finished firing a set when I took the call.

"Jason, I meant it. I'm not fucking you anymore. That was the last time.

Of course you don't believe it and no, your cock is not made of gold.

"Doesn't your wife have a vagina you can use?

"It isn't anything you did. You're a great fuck, honest. Yes, I know that you know that. Fuck.

Look, there are a dozen women you could hook up with this afternoon. I'm not going to be one of them. Got it? I'm not one of them.

Good, I don't love you anymore either. Goodbye."

Ok, so I dodged that one. If he had called at 9PM and I had any liquor in me, he would have been buried in it within the hour. I'll have to remember not to take his fucking calls. As soon as I had that thought, the god damn phone rang again. This time, he was ticking me off.

"Listen, you big dicked bastard. I'm NOT giving you a piece of ass, got it?"

There was a chuckle of laughter on the other end of the line. I looked at the caller number on my phone and didn't recognize the number. Oh shit, that might not be good.

"Hello?"

"Darla, good afternoon. David Stone here."

Fuck me. I stood there cringing in my studio in the middle of the afternoon. Fuck me hard.

"Why hello, David. Please excuse my comments earlier. Jesus H , what was I thinking. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I thought you were some other pest. I mean, you're not a pest. It was the other pest. Oh never mind. I'm sorry. What can I do for you?"

I had lost my wits completely but he was perfect.

"Darla, don't sweat it. I thought it was funny as hell and now I know better than call you in the middle of the afternoon and ask for a piece of ass."

If he only knew that was all he had to do. I gathered my thoughts the best I could and meekly laughed.

"Darla, can we reschedule tomorrow? I have something that came up for the morning and I was hoping we could push it to the afternoon, say around 2PM? Would that work?"

"Of course it would be fine, David. I'll plan on 2PM. I wish I could invite you to dinner but I've already made plans for the evening. I'll get Kiera to bring you out some evening for a dinner in the country."

"That would be great. Let's plan for it. For now, I'll be at your studio at 2PM tomorrow."

We said our goodbyes.

With the kiln still hot, I fired another set and then showered and changed into something for the evening. Sitting on my patio with a glass of wine in my hand, I recognized my problem. Hell, I'd done that a million times before so the recognition was no surprise. I was a lonely nymphomaniac. I had not had romance for years all the while saturated in sexual escapades. All my romantic inclinations were invested in the man I loved yet we had not laid hands on the other in over ten years. The hands of a cocksman hardly count for anything more than a prop for the elbows. So now the $20 question is what was I going to do.

That was an easy decision. I poured another glass of wine and then another until the bottle was empty. By early evening, I wasn't going anywhere so I pulled the cork on another and I never heard her enter.

"Mother, you are going to be a beautiful wino if you keep this up."

She had left all her piercings and junk at her apartment and she stood there in simple jeans and a tee shirt with sandals. She reminded me of when she was 16 years old.

"Wine is my best friend tonight. Do you want some?"

She poured herself a glass and plopped down on my couch.

"I saw Dad this afternoon. He told me he changed your date and you two were going to a party tomorrow evening at the Stanhopes, the same one Millicent and I are going to."

Millicent was Kiera's best friend and coworker at Phoenix and had visited out here several times. She had real talent in my studio and I'd love to help her develop it.

"Well, that should be interesting. Do the two of you have dates?"

She looked at me with that sly crooked grin of hers.

"As a matter of fact we do. David is taking both of us."

My brow must have arched because Kiera picked up on it immediately.

"Mother, please, he is a married man and his wife will be there too."

Given my knowledge and experience with men, I knew it didn't matter that his wife was there or not if he was looking for a bit of pleasure on the side.

"Do you think she is OK with her husband walking in with two beautiful women on his arm?"

"Mother, she is the one who suggested it. Besides, she knows about us."

Us? Did my little baby girl just intimate that she is having an affair with David? My mind went a hundred directions with that and I wanted to explore it further but I didn't. She read my face like a book.

She laughed. "I didn't admit to any affair with him. Millicent and I just drink beers together and hit the pub with him a couple times a week. Jesus, Mother, did you think I was fucking him?"

The way she said 'fucking' and the look of love I saw in her eyes a couple nights ago told me she sure wanted to if she wasn't but I let it rest. At that point the doorbell rang and Kiera asked if I was expecting company and I told her no as she went to answer. I started for the door myself but I didn't make it before I heard the commotion. In walked Jason with a case of beer under his arm followed by another man I didn't know and another woman. Jason was obviously inebriated.

"I knew you'd be up and waiting for us, Darla" he muttered with a half smile half sneer on his face.

I didn't have any patience for this and told him.

"Jason, you need to leave. I'm having a quiet evening with my daughter. You know Kiera."

The other man looked up and blurted "Jesus H, she's as fucking hot as her old lady. You tapping that too, Jason?" He laughed at his own crudeness. 

Jason just muttered "Not yet."

"I mean it, Jason. You need to get to hell out of here."

He just ignored me and led his crowd into the living room and cracked beers for the four of them while handing one to Kiera who refused. The other man reached up and pulled Kiera onto his lap and she pulled back and slapped him hard across the face.

"You keep your pig fucking hands off me" and she jumped up and ran into the kitchen.

"Jason, get that fucker out of my house."

He just laughed again and grabbed me around the waist. "Don't worry about him, he's got Doris to help him out. Besides, if anybody is going to tap that fine little girl of yours, it's going to be me first but not until I get me some more of this fine fucking ass."

At this point, I was pissed but I also knew he was drunk and I thought I could handle him.

"Jason, you are clearly way fucked up and you have crossed the line. Now you need to get that stranger out of my house or I'm calling the cops."

"Don't you think you are some high and mighty piece of shit. Here's some news for you, babe. You can go with it or not, your choice."

Jason then threw me over his shoulder and started lugging me up the stairs. Even though I was still buzzed, I was in a right enough mind to know what he planned on doing. The problem was he was throwing me around like a sack of potatoes and there wasn't anything I could do about. He was a strong man. I knew that from experience with him. He was going to take what he wanted. But to do that with my daughter in the house was too much. I beat on his back and tried flailing in the air to no avail. His grip was tight and in a moment he had pinned me down on my bed.

I felt my blouse being ripped off first and with his hands around my throat, he leaned down and licked my nipples. For once, I wasn't aroused by it. I was angry. With his free hand, he pulled my gym shorts off my bottom and then ripped my panties off. He still held me by the throat and I could hardly breath. When I turned my face I found his wrist and I bit down hard. The next thing I knew was blackness. Jason drew back and punched me and I can only vaguely remember the next few minutes. He had unbuckled himself and dropped his trousers before mounting and starting to force himself on me. At that point I was completely helpless and could do nothing. I remember his drunken grin and the moment when he thought he was going empty himself in me. The next moment I heard the crack of something hard against bone and his eyes rolled back in his head before slumping off to the side.

Kiera stood there shaking with a baseball bat in her hand with tears streaming down her face. Her nose was bloodied and her lips were now puffed out and bleeding. Jason lay to the side of me with blood coming out of his nose and ears.

I looked at her and asked fearfully "The other man?"

"He is on the floor downstairs, the same way." Kiera looked at him and still bleary eyed picked up the phone and called 911. The police and medical were there in 15 minutes. Both of the men were in critical condition and carried off. Kiera's face had begun to swell and from her account, the man downstairs had grabbed her and started to molest her. She had apparently been able to break free and run towards the laundry room with him walking after her. She grabbed one of the softball bats that were stored in the utility room and when he reached striking distance, she busted his head open. With her adrenalin flowing she rushed upstairs and found Jason raping me and with one swing took him out.

The police questioned both of us and especially Kiera. The medical personnel did a rape kit and swab before demanding I go to the hospital. My face had begun to swell horribly and they suspected I might have a broken orbital socket or cheek bone. Kiera's face looked horrible now with her swollen lips and what appeared to be a developing black eye. We rode together in the EMV to the hospital where they did more tests. Fortunately, all I had was severe bruising and I would look like hell for several days, the same with Kiera to a lesser extent.

When we came out of the treatment area, Kiera ran over and hugged her Dad and then David Stone. She had called them while I was being x-rayed and both of them rushed over. Justin was alone but David had his wife with him and she came over and introduced herself before giving me a rundown on herbal treatments for my bruising. I didn't fucking need that right then and there but she was trying to be helpful so I didn't object. One of the police officers approached us and told us they did not anticipate any charges against either of us and we were both free to go.

Since my house was now a crime scene and still a mess, David's wife, Marylyn, insisted we stay at their home for the evening after returning to the house for some personal effects. Justin offered but I knew he didn't have the room so he thanked them profusely promising to make it up to them somehow. When we got to the house, Kiera and Marylyn went in and gathered the things we would need as David and I remained in the car.

"Darla, in the morning I would like to have somebody I know come out and clean up for you. You shouldn't have to do that awful job."

I tried to object but he would have none of it.

"Given the circumstances, we can put off our appointment for tomorrow. There is plenty of time for that. We can reschedule for later in the week."

I agreed and Marylyn and Kiera then joined us for the ride to the Stone household. By the time we settled in, showered and cleaned up, it was nearly 1AM. Kiera and I shared a large bed and I held my daughter as I wept myself to sleep.

When I awoke, I groaned and then I groaned again. My right eye was closed shut. Kiera had already risen and when she walked back into the room, I was startled. Her left eye was much like mine, swollen and closed. We were matching beaten bookends. She had tears in her eyes and asked me if I was alright. We both lost it at that point and cried in the other's arms.

After pulling ourselves together and cleaning up, we joined David and Marylyn downstairs. They had a great breakfast ready for us and we took it on their patio.

"Darla and Kiera, I took the liberty of calling Sarah Stanhope to beg off of her party this evening. I didn't think you would feel up for it however if you think otherwise I can call her back real quick."

"Oh that was probably the wise thing to do. We look horrible. Thank you, David" I said. "I'll need to call Justin."

"Darla, no need. I called him earlier this morning. He was quite concerned and asked if he could come by later today. I told him to come on by when he felt up to it. Now, I did take some liberties with that but since I talked him into taking you to that party this evening, I figured I could get away with it."

I was surprised at that as anybody would be but I was appreciative too. Kiera was just smiling quietly so I suspected she was in on it. After breakfast, I took a call from the police and they informed me that the man who initially attacked Kiera had suffered multiple skull fractures from the impact and wouldn't be going anywhere soon. Jason was still hospitalized as well. Kiera put her full strength in the blows apparently.

An hour or so after that, Kiera's friend, Millicent, came by the house and after several hugs and kisses, including a couple really close and intimate ones with David, they gathered Kiera's things and headed to her apartment. Justin showed up shortly after that and we hugged and sat outside for quite a while talking. We were not a couple but I had reached out to him recently hoping to kindle something. I sensed he was ready or at least wanted to share something. The big question was I going to be that person he wanted when we called it quits. He didn't ask and I didn't offer. We just talked comfortably and when David let us know the house had been cleaned, I was ready to go home, alone. I needed some time to myself to figure something out. Justin drove me there, hugged me when I got out and I entered the house.

It was an interesting few weeks. Kiera called a few times. We chatted, everything was all right. Justin called a number of times, everything was all right. I took care of some customer requests, restocked my wine and did some gardening. David called at the end of the third week and invited me over to dinner with him and Marylyn. My bruises were really faded to the point that a good makeup actually helped. I thought it was time to get out of the house. 

I wore a light blue summer dress. I've never been really big up top, likening myself to having a couple of pear boobs with erasers for stems so I could wear most dresses without support. I felt sensual wearing it and it felt good. I think because I love to work out, my legs are my best asset. I stay lean and trim with good definition. I noticed that about both David and Marylyn. They were both fitness buffs.

When I arrived, they had set their home beautifully. Candles were lit and a delicate aromatic oil diffuser scented the rooms marvelously. Interestingly, David was doing the cooking and he had planned several courses so Marylyn played the gracious host as we settled back onto their patio.

When dinner was ready, our chef brought out his creations and we dined fabulously. After plying me with a lot of wine and cleaning up, we relaxed in the living room. It was still quite early and shortly after sitting down, the doorbell rang. For a moment I thought of that night a few weeks earlier but it was quickly dispelled. I heard laughter in the hallway and before I recognized it, Justin entered accompanied by a woman I had not formally met. Marylyn made the introductions

"Darla, let me introduce you to one of our dear friends. You know the other gentleman, I'm sure. This is Sarah Stanhope, our friend who hosted the party we so unfortunately excused ourselves from a few weeks ago. Sarah, this is Darla Wilson."

I rose and greeted her with a courteous hug and cheek plant.

"Darla is Kiera's mom."

"Oh my god, what a pleasure it is, Darla. I love Kiera to death. I'll have to have both of you over real soon. Jesus, you both look like you just popped out of the same pod. It's remarkable how much you look alike."

I thanked her for all the pleasantries and wondered what she was doing there with my Justin, well, could be my Justin. We settled in with drinks all around and in rather short order we were all laughing and getting rather plastered. Justin had only accompanied her to the house and was not her date. One thing I did pick up on was how assertive Sarah Stanhope was. It wasn't any one thing. It was little things as in how she might tell Marylyn to do something and she immediately obeyed and got up to do it. Then Sarah was sitting next to David and on one of her returns from the kitchen, Marylyn cuddled up next to David's leg sitting on the floor. At some point somebody called for shots and Marylyn scooted back in the room with a bottle of tequila, limes and salt shakers. OK, this was going to be a burner for certain now. She pulled a deck of cards from a table drawer. Sarah captured the attention.

"OK, we're all adults here so here are the rules. High card draw removes an item of choice from the low card draw and the low card does a shot. Both shoes go at the same time. Aces high. Simple right? That's what I thought. We'll figure out what the winner gets when we get there" she winked.

I looked over at Justin and saw his interest in Sarah. He was the proverbial kid in a candy shop, He was all for this. I've been here before. I've played this game a few times over the years and it was always a lot of fun but then, I always got seriously laid doing it. After nearly a month of reflection since the incident, I knew that this wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to somehow get the love of my life back into what was left of it. I couldn't do this and looked back at Justin.




Darla



There must have been something on my face because David spoke up.

"Sarah, you will have to count me out on this one."

Both Marylyn and Sarah turned their eyes on him and tried to object but he was firm in his insistence. Justin was quiet and his eyes darted to mine quickly and his glance returned just as quickly to Sarah, almost as if pleading. I made my decision.

"I'm sorry, guys, but I've really had a long day and probably too much to drink at this point. If I start with the shots, I'm going to be worthless."

I was trying to be diplomatic without throwing rain on the festivities. David looked at me and nodded his head as if he could read my mind. I rose somewhat unsteadily on my feet and then the alcohol hit me. I was more plastered than I thought. David rose up and caught my arm, laughing.

"Darla, you are going to end up flat on your face if you're not more careful."

I guess that broke the chill because everybody laughed and the tension disappeared.

"OK, party poopers, I'm saving it for when we get together at my place again and no excuses." Sarah exclaimed with a throaty laugh. 

Justin looked just a bit disappointed but I left it. He wanted to play, just like I would have wanted to play a year ago or maybe even just a couple months ago. It might have been great sex but it sure would not have been love, not like this. The rest of the evening went well enough but I was tiring of it. There was still some tension in the air or rather some disappointment that I could sense with Justin and Sarah. Marylyn was fine with everything and we were chatting and drunkenly laughing at nearly every word. 

At some point I asked Marylyn if David could run me home as I was not at all fit to drive and he was the only one reasonably sober. The rest of us were tanked and I really didn't want to spend the night here as I felt out of place. I felt like the third wheel and I needed to wrap my mind around that when I was sober.

David did run me home and even accompanied me into the house to make sure everything was OK. I assured him I was fine, gave him a hug and a cheek kiss.

"Darla, get some sleep and either Marylyn or I will call you tomorrow. I saw the look on your face earlier and understood."

He hugged me again and I watched him head out the drive and down the road.

The next morning, I woke at dawn again although my head was splitting. After chugging nearly a quart of juice, I suited up for a good run and headed down my country road. The events of the previous evening were playing out in my head and I kept coming back to the disappointment hidden in Justin's face. He wanted the sex and it seemed to me he was really interested in Sarah Stanhope. That was trouble enough in my mind but oddly it didn't bother me as much as it might a while ago. Last night when I saw them together, it bothered me. That morning, there was only an unsettled feeling that I no longer understood what I want.

When I rounded the last bend toward the house, I saw a car in the yard and didn't recognize it. As I approached, a tall man exited the vehicle and waved at me coming up the drive.

"Hello, Ma'am. I didn't mean to startle you if that's the case. I'm William Donaldson from Baylor University. I was in the area and somebody mentioned you did some craft work and artistry out here and when I looked you up, your contacts popped up with an application and CV."

"Oh yes, Dr. Donaldson, it's a pleasure to meet you. I see you are an early riser like me, it seems."

I had acted on a whim some three or four months earlier and submitted my CV and an application for an artist in residence program in Austin run by Baylor. I had not heard back from them and hadn't given it any real thought and now here stood one of the program directors.

"Mr. Donaldson, I hope you will forgive my appearance. If you would I'd like to clean up and change and then perhaps we can have some coffee and discuss your visit?"

He nodded and agreed so I showed him to my studio and excused myself to do just that. I returned about 15 minutes later with fresh coffee and some pastry I had left over from the previous day. He was peering intently at a couple pieces I had just recently glazed in the kiln a few days before.

"This is marvelous and the detail carries through the whole piece. Is this a commission piece or still available?"

This was a jade green 36" vase with a carved forest scene around the base and the lip. I made it with hopes of moving it to the gallery but if somebody wished to purchase it I was all ears.

"It's available if you like it or know somebody who might" I replied with a sellers smile.

"Oh I might. It's an intricate work and it brings me to my purpose for being out here so bright and early. You see, I had reviewed your CV and your work earlier but had been distracted for a couple of months with some personal business. However, as I said, your CV popped up on my PDA when I was looking up the referral to you.

I was hoping to get a look at your work and perhaps discuss your application if you are still interested."

Well that was a hell of a surprise and a big deal. A residency in Austin was big league and I had dreamed of that kind of break for years. My app was really made on just a hope and chance.

"Mr. Donaldson, I am very much interested and would love to talk further about it with you."

We sat down and discussed all the details and by the time we had finished a pot of coffee, I had an invitation to travel to Austin and Waco to do a meet and greet and see if there was a mutual fit. There would be a wonderful stipend, a salary actually, a loft apartment in the same building as the studio and a well-heeled consignment shop to move product. If successful I could very well look to an adjunct position at Baylor. To say I was excited was a gross understatement. Mr. Donaldson left with the Jade green vase and left me with a check for $1,200.

I think I jumped and danced for joy for an hour after he left. When I finally calmed down, I decided to take a good walk around the place. I would never sell it. It's a family place having belonged to my grandparents first. Kiera would get it at some point and if things turned out well, she might get it sooner than anticipated. The garden was in full swing now with vegetables all over the place. I used to keep chickens and some hens a few years ago but I got tired of the chicken shit. The house and buildings are all in good repair. It's a nice country place on 60 acres of land with privacy and convenience to town, the best of both worlds. The question now is whether I could really leave it. I've been here all my life.

The phone went off in my pocket.

"Hello and good morning, Mother."

"Why good morning to you too, my little precious girl."

"OK, what's up? You are too happy to be my mother."

I shared my good news with Kiera and told her I would be out of town for a few days the following week and asked if she could keep watch over the place while I was gone. Of course she agreed. Until then, I wanted her to come out and have a BBQ the following afternoon and bring Millicent with her if she was free. I had decided to ask David and Marylyn on the spur as well. We ended our call and before I could call the Stones, David called me.

"Good morning, Darla, I hope your head is still on straight this morning. I know Marylyn's is wound up tight."

"Hey, David. Good to hear from you. I'm fine. I did my morning run and that cleared it all up."

"Great. Listen, if you are interested I'd love to bring some lunch by and maybe have a chat for a while. I need to apologize and explain some things to you."

"David, you do not need to apologize for anything. I'm a grown woman however, lunch would be great."

We chatted briefly after that and concluded with him bringing deli sandwiches and drinks. By the time he had arrived, I had freshened up and set a table on my patio next to the garden. David was only a few short years older than me but if I didn't know I would have pegged him to be a few years younger. He was around 6 feet tall and maybe weighed in the 180 range with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. In a word he was attractive. He struck me as the type of man that most women were universally attracted to. I know I certainly was and it wasn't the thoughts of getting my bones jumped by him. It was the whole package.

David had brought a wonderful spread of sandwiches, fruits and cider for our lunch and we enjoyed it in the mid-day sun while chatting about running, fitness and even my vegetable gardening. I didn't bring up the exciting news from that morning. After I cleared away the dishes and things from the table, David moved on to the events from the previous evening.

"Darla, I know you told me not to apologize for last evening but I insist." He held up his hand to stop my protestations.

"I know, we're all adults and consensual ones at that but I still need to tell you I am so sorry for how that scene was being played out last evening. I should have gone with my initial instincts and nixed it from the beginning. I was foolish and for that I apologize.

Now, I am compelled to explain a few things for you so you don't think me to be some sort of rogue or careless with my intimacies. As I told you a month ago following that awful incident, I was playing matchmaker of sorts in having Justin invite you to the party that Sarah was having that weekend. Marylyn had introduced me to him as Kiera's dad and when I mentioned it to Kiera one evening, she started talking about the both of you and before I knew it, we were both scheming to somehow get the two of you back together or at least enjoying each other's company socially. As it turned out, we didn't do anything initially. You set that ball in motion all on your own. Now, to be honest, I did suggest to Justin that he take you to Sarah's party instead of out to dinner the night before. I stand guilty of that before you."

I interrupted him briefly. "David, it is an appreciated guilt, really. I was looking forward to it initially although I have to be honest. After last night, I'm having second thoughts."

"About that, I guess that's what I really need to apologize for and try to explain."

I nodded and he continued.

"You see, Marylyn and I have a special relationship with Sarah. I've worked for her father for many years now and have known her since I was a youngster in high school. I don't know how much Kiera has told you about me but Marylyn and I went through a few rough spots where I came this close to leaving her. Without going into all the details, Marylyn was involved with resolving the problems and became very close to both of us. Now, there is a lot more to the story and someday if you are inclined, I'll share some of that but suffice to say, the three of us, are, well, I guess I'll be frank. The three of us have a shared intimate life. You know what I mean?

I guess I half smiled and nodded.

"Good. And that brings me to last night, I guess. As I said, Marylyn had introduced me to Justin whom, she had met while staying at Sarah's home one weekend. He had been keeping company with the woman we saw him with during our lunch at the Bistro, if you remember. Her name is Janet and she is a long-time friend of Sarah's along with her husband Donald. As I mentioned then, they both enjoy a rather open relationship in their marriage and at the time, Justin was filling one of Janet's desires.

I guess this is where Sarah comes in. You see, Sarah has a fairly dominant personality. She likes being in charge and directing the action. She is also and I struggle sometimes to describe it, she is a passionate voyeur. So, when you put that dominant desire mixed in with her love of voyeurism, you get, well, you get Sarah."

I wanted to stop him at that point because I knew what I saw in Justin. It was lust and desire on his part and it wasn't for me. He wanted that woman. I knew this because I've felt the same many times in the past. I've desired another man's fat cock and chose that over the satisfaction I already had in the man I loved. Justin desired what I was trying to leave behind.

"David, would Sarah have fucked Justin last night or maybe, better yet, did she fuck him?" He looked at me for several moments before replying.

"Darla, if she did, it was while I brought you home but probably not. Now I might be wrong. Justin is a good looking man and Sarah has a rapacious appetite but her interests last night probably would have been more inclined to see if she could have exerted the kind of persuasion she has with Marylyn on you. Justin might want to fuck Sarah but he doesn't really know her and what turns her on.

That said, I already knew you were not going to fit her bill, so to speak. You aren't the submissive type and when I saw the look on your face, it plainly told me to put a halt to what she was trying to do. So I did and as we know, I brought you home. Justin spent the night in our guest room."

"So, she could have fucked him and you wouldn't have known about it. Look at me! I don't know why I'm asking these questions."

"Darla, I know she didn't spend the night in the guest room or visit it during the night. She spent the night in bed with Marylyn and me."

He grinned when he said it and I was jealous. So they have a ménage à trois. 

"OK, I need a glass of wine. Want one?"

I returned with the bottle and glasses and over the next couple of hours we talked about relationships, marriage, his relationship with Sarah and my years both as a wife and the ten years since my divorce. I even got brave and talked about my unfaithfulness and the attempts to bring Justin into that lifestyle. While I was sitting there talking and drinking I knew I was becoming aroused by the man but something new in me pushed that back. I really liked this man but I knew I needed one man I could call my own. We finished the bottle and our discussion and David hugged and kissed me briefly on the lips. After I watched him drive down the drive and turn onto the road, I knew I had made a decision.

Other than dinner at David's the previous evening, I really hadn't been anywhere since the incident, as I referred to it. Kiera had done a real number on both men. The man who attacked her had a cracked skull and was being charged with several offenses, namely assault. Jason had skull fractures and a loss of hearing in one ear. He was being charged with aggravated assault and rape. He was also dismissed from employment with Phoenix Financials Group. While both men were free on bail with heavy restrictions, somebody paid a visit while they were still in in the hospital or jail and put the fear of God in both of them. Neither has been seen since they were let out.

Later that evening, I ducked out of the house and found myself back at The Pub nursing a vodka tonic and eating salt peanuts. It was busy again but I didn't go to hook up. In fact this was really more of a self-test than anything else. I knew if I wanted, I could easily get laid and probably have a great time. The difference was, that no longer appealed to me as having a great time. The more I thought on it, the more I decided that Austin would be a good thing. Nobody knew me there and if I was writing a new chapter, this would be the best thing to happen. Before I could pull myself out of the place, fate intervened.

"Darla, how in the world are you?"

I looked up into his face. He still had that wavy shock of red hair, more toward auburn actually, and deep brown eyes to compliment a fresh white smile. 

"Daniel, I'm doing great. I didn't see you in here or I might have said hello."

Daniel was one of my more serious affairs from a couple years ago. We had a torrid affair lasting for about six months before I broke it off because of his wife. Well, he was still married at the time but she had separated and returned to live with her parents somewhere upstate. I say torrid because we were compatible in every way. I never so much as looked at another man when I was with him. His wife came back into town and learned that we were seeing each other and she approached me one evening, right here in the Pub. She wanted her husband back and me out of the picture and wanted to know what it would take. Well, that was odd. I'd never been asked that before, especially by a man's wife. Other than trying to beat the snot out of me which she couldn't have done if she tried, I don't know what she could of offered that would have won me to her side. It would not have mattered. I told her I was gone. The truth be told, I ended the affair because I found myself falling in love with Daniel and I still loved Justin. So it ended and I went on a binge of men for a couple of months trying to forget him.

"Darla, I know we are passing each other in the dark of night like this. Jesus, that's such an old cliché but true. Look, I'd like to get together for a drink sometime soon or dinner or something and no, I'm no longer married. It didn't work out."

I didn't say anything at first.

"Anyway, here , take my card. If you are game, give me a buzz. I'd like to just catch up if nothing else."

"Daniel, that would be fine. Here, take my card too. The number is still the same. I've got to go out of town for a while but I'm game when I get back. Let's touch base then, OK.

We hugged each other and I slipped out the door for home. Oddly, I felt a light spring in my step and the feeling that for the first time in years, things were really going my way. 

Kiera and Millicent came by for a BBQ the next day as did David and Marylyn. Justin turned down the invitation when I called him due to a prior engagement he had already made. Secretly I felt somewhat relieved by that. We all had a good time and I shared the good news of my upcoming visit to Austin. Surprisingly, everybody already knew about it but I went into all the details regardless.

Perhaps it was the light spirit I was in and the cheerfulness of my opportunity but Kiera seemed to pick up on it.

"You and dad aren't getting back are you?" She didn't ask that with any sadness but more of just a general nature kind of inquiry as if she already knew.

"Baby, I'm going to go to Austin and see where I want to be in life. I've wasted the last ten years of my life and I don't want to waste another minute of it. If your dad and I get back together it will be because both of us want it. At this point I don't really believe he does and while that might have ruined my day a month or two ago, baby, today it makes what I'm going to do that much easier."

"But you don't know if he feels that way, Mother."

"Kiera, you are a smart woman. Look at me. Look really hard at me. Now tell me. Do I look disappointed?"

"Fuck! You are moving on, aren't you? I don't believe it, after all this time." Kiera had tears in her eyes but a smile of joy on her face. She knew my decision had been made. We hugged each other and I kissed her forehead and told her how much I loved her. We then returned to the patio and my guests.

I was packed, out the door and on a plane for Austin by 9 AM Tuesday morning. When I arrived at Baylor's north Austin campus, I seemed out of place. This was more of a business and education kind of feel but I eventually found Dr. Donaldson's office after looking for nearly twenty minutes. He made quick introductions and ushered me into a waiting conference room. I think the process was to try to make me sweat and it was working. When he returned with six other people, they started the grilling process. In all fairness, Donaldson had given me a heads up about the board interviews so I wasn't surprised. Actually, once I got past the sweat stage, it was a breeze. We were done in thirty minutes and after waiting with coffee and Danish, he came back in and told me we were heading downtown to the studio. I was in.




Darla



I could have kissed the man until one of us was blue in the face. The studio was everything I ever dreamed for and the available materials were so extensive I thought I was in heaven. After showing me everything downstairs, he took me upstairs to the top floor and showed me the small apartment that was mine. It wasn't anything fancy but it had enough room being a studio with a platform sleeping area separated off to one end. The skylights were a bit dusty but nothing that a bit of cleaning wouldn't take care of. It was perfect.

After haggling for a while, we agreed that I would start when fall semester classes began at the end of August. Until then I was free to move in upstairs and acclimate myself to the area. That wasn't going to be difficult. We were located just a couple blocks from Congress Avenue and 6th Street in downtown Austin. The artist residency program was a joint effort between Baylor and UT-Austin and the vibe could not have been better. 

I went back to north Austin the next morning and completed all the necessary paperwork. Dr. Donaldson introduced me to his staff and a couple instructors in the B.A. program. We had lunch and I spent the rest of the afternoon exploring downtown Austin. It was like walking on a cloud, almost as good as sex, maybe even better.

The flight back the next morning was totally relaxing. I had a new life to go to, one I had always wished I could do and best of all, I didn't feel any encumbrances for what I was doing. Kiera was always just a phone call and short flight away. I could always come home and sleep in my old bed. My baby was going to take care of the place or at least I hoped she would. Most importantly and this was still melancholy for me, I was going to cut the emotional tether I had with Justin. I had loved him for 24 years and I guess I always will but we had been divorced for 10 and he had remarried and divorced again in between. I had just drifted from one lover to the next, sometimes 2 or 3 at a time.

When I got back to the house, I called Justin and we talked for a long time. I told him how I feel and what I was doing. I thought for a moment he would fight for me and if he had I might have given myself to him but he didn't. He told me he would always love me and that I needed to do the things that made me happy. We would always be friends. OK, that was sweet until I heard the woman giggling in the background. At first I was pissed that he led me through 30 minutes of confession and then I laughed. I had done the same thing to him on occasion. So we ended the call after telling each other we loved each other and I imagined Justin getting his cock sucked while talking to me. I laughed all through the house.

"Hello, Mother. Meeting somebody tonight?" 

She could be just like me sometimes. I was wearing a black sleeveless dress and were it not for her tattoos and piercing jewelry, we'd look alike. Add to that the fact I was wearing one of her dresses and I looked good in it too. 

"I'm meeting your boyfriend, little girl. He wants to know what it's like when it's aged to perfection."

Jesus, she thought that was funny. They all think it's funny when they are that age but I've learned it's true. A woman hits prime in her forties and the average man is half spent when he leaves his twenties. I say average because I know a few men who have never hit their prime and they are well into the forties but there are not a lot of them. One of them ran into me a while back.

"That beautiful young lady has never been my girlfriend but if you want to confirm that perfect status, I could be convinced to give her a whirl." Daniel winked at her as he said it. Kiera was her perfect self.

"I'm too kinky for you vanilla peeps."

She has a beautiful smile and her hair is three colors and she has loved me through it all, even when she was a rebellious 15 year old. Daniel took my hand and walked us out of The Pub to take me home. I never made it home and two hours later the hotel clock showed midnight.

"Mr. Stevens, do you think we should spend the night or go back to the farm?"

"Mrs. Stevens, I think we'll stay right where we are."

Daniel reached over and turned off the light before taking my mature perfection one more time.

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Darla & Sarah



The needle of the gas gauge was almost at empty. When Sarah noticed this she cursed under her breath.

"Goddamn it..." 

Sighing resignedly, she took the next exit off Route 20, hoping she'd be able to find a gas station in the nearest town. 

A few minutes after leaving the highway, Sarah was soon driving along an empty country road. It was a glorious September day and the sun was shining brightly through the trees, which were just starting to turn autumnal. Bonnie Raitt was on the stereo and she turned it up, silently mouthing the words to the song and tapping her fingers on the wheel, all the time keeping her eyes open for a gas station.

Before long, Sarah's silver SUV arrived at a small town and she quickly spotted a place to fill up. As she jammed the nozzle of the pump into her car, the attendant came over to her and greeted her politely.

"Mornin', missy."

"Morning." 

If her reply was curt it was because she hated being called that. 

"You want me to check under the hood for you?"

"Sure, why not?"

Sarah popped the hood for him and he got to work while she finished filling up the car. Predictably he reported a problem.

"Looks like you could do with a new radiator hose."

"Hmm, where have I heard that before?" Sarah said under her breath.

"Huh?"

"Nothing." She smiled. "Uh, I'll get that looked at when I get to Bossier City." She paused, then added, "Say, how far is it from here?"

"Bossier? 'Bout twenty miles."

"I'm that close, huh..."

"Hey, Darla!" the attendant called out. He was shouting towards the workshop attached to the gas station.

Sarah replaced the pump and screwed the fuel cap back on. She stopped what she was doing when she glanced up and saw her.

Darla was dressed in greasy overalls and heavy boots and a cap and was heading over to the pumps. She was drop-dead gorgeous: swarthy complexion, full, sensuous lips, striking ice-blue eyes -- there was something of a Megan Fox about her. Sarah was disappointed when she didn't return her fawning gaze, and tried to hide her own obvious attraction as Darla looked her up and down.

"Hey, Darla. The lady could use a new radiator hose. You think you could fit her in?"

Sarah smiled shyly and wondered if she was blushing. To her surprise, Darla held her gaze for quite a time before answering. Sarah noticed how the black smudges of oil on her face actually enhanced both the natural olive color of her skin and the ice-chip intensity of her eyes.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Great," said Sarah, rather too enthusiastically.

Darla shrugged. "You got the keys?"

Sarah knew she was blushing this time; she couldn't help it. And the brief contact of their fingers as she handed over the keys only made it worse.

"I'll have it ready for you in about an hour."

"Great," Sarah said again, grinning stupidly.

She felt like she was walking on air as she went and paid for the gas while Darla took her car to the shop. She kept glancing over, imagining the sexy, mysterious girl bending over her engine as she got to work, her strong fingers gripping the wrench or ratchet or whatever tool she would be using. Sarah felt a sudden warmth between her legs and almost jumped out of her skin when the attendant spoke to her.

"That'll be ninety-five dollars, miss."

She smiled apologetically and paid for the gas.

There was a bar down the road and Sarah headed inside to wait while her car was being fixed. She had a beer and a tequila and tried to read her book but she was distracted by thoughts of Darla, thoughts that very quickly developed into fantasies; she became paranoid that other customers might be looking at her strangely and so she did her best to appear like she was reading.

An hour later, Sarah wandered into the workshop. Darla was busy on another car -- or rather busy underneath it, since her legs were sticking out from beneath the front bumper. Sarah recognised the boots.

She coughed politely and Darla pushed herself out from under the car.

"Hi," Sarah said.

"Oh, hi. Your car's all finished. The keys are with Del."

"Great." She then added dumbly, "Thanks."

"No problem." 

Darla went to scoot back under the car.

"Oh, wait... Um... What time d'you get off?"

Damn it, Sarah, she thought to herself. Play it cool...

Darla smiled and sized Sarah up with those intense blue eyes. 

"Are you askin' me out?"

"Maybe."

There was a teasing gap of silence while a sexual frisson -- or so Sarah hoped -- passed between them.

"I get off at six."

Sarah felt the buzz of excitement in her stomach. "Okay, then. Six it is."

Darla smiled again, showing her beautiful white teeth. "Well, if it's alright with you I'd like to get cleaned up first."

"I'd prefer it if you didn't," replied Sarah, alarmed by her own forwardness.

Another silence, and Sarah felt the wetness forming between her legs again. She wondered if she was having the same effect on Darla.

"I'll see you later, then," Sarah said.

Darla grinned naughtily and hauled herself back under the car, and Sarah stood for a moment looking down at her dirty overalls and boots. Then she turned and dreamily wandered out to pay for the repairs.

Sarah was back promptly at six o'clock.

Darla, still in overalls and boots, was locking up, and after saying goodbye to Del she joined Sarah in the parking lot. She wasn't wearing her cap and her long black hair was still pinned up, making the strong lines of her face more emphatic. Sarah was glad when she noticed that, although she had clearly washed up, Darla's face and hands still bore faint traces of oil and grease. 

"Okay, where shall we go?" Sarah asked, trying to sound as relaxed as possible.

"How 'bout Stella's Place?" Darla replied. "It's a bar down the --"

"I know it," Sarah interrupted eagerly. "I was there this afternoon."

The two women exchanged a warm look of anticipation. Then Darla said, "Well okay, honey; let's go..."

The bar was busier now and Darla was obviously a regular. Sarah felt more comfortable now that she wasn't drinking alone, which she found strange given the fact that she was out on a date with this girl and had no idea how these folks would feel about it. But Darla seemed to know everyone in the place and no one so much as raised an eyebrow at their being together. For all they knew they could have just been two friends going out for an innocent drink...

Darla bought a couple of beers and the two of them sat in a booth facing each other, where they talked amid flirtatious glances.

"So, you just passin' through?" Darla asked.

"I'm on my way to Bossier City. I've got a big conference there tomorrow."

"A conference, huh? That sounds impressive. What d'you do?"

"I'm a software designer," Sarah said. "But it's not as impressive as it sounds."

"You stayin' in the city?"

Sarah smiled suggestively. "That was the plan. Only, now I've gone and booked myself into a boarding house in town."

A loaded silence. Darla gave Sarah a knowing look. 

"I'll drink to that."

They clinked beer bottles and took a swig, then laughed together.

"Hey," said Sarah excitedly. "How about some tequila shots?"

"You naughty girl," Darla flirted. "What are you tryin' to do to me?"

They stayed at the bar for a couple of hours, drinking, talking, flirting. They played a few games of pool. Played footsie under the table in their booth. Both of them were a little drunk but in control of it. Then, to Sarah's surprise, Darla leaned forward unexpectedly and kissed her on the mouth.

"Hey," Sarah panicked, breaking off the kiss. "What about --"

"They don't care," Darla replied, stroking Sarah's cheek with the back of her fingers. "As long as we keep it decent. Why don't you come and sit next to me?"

Sarah was unsure, but her attraction to Darla -- not to mention the tequila shots -- had loosened her inhibitions, and so she quietly switched seats. She then gave herself up to Darla's kiss and let the girl's tongue slip back into her mouth again. Nervously, she placed her hand on Darla's shoulder and felt the shiver of excitement run through her body. She closed her eyes and lost herself in a deep, wet, sensual kiss that seemed to last for hours. God, how she wanted Darla to put her hand between her legs, to touch her over her jeans, but she knew that would be going too far. In here at least...

"What d'you say we get outta here?" Darla whispered breathlessly.

Sarah experienced a warm flush across her neck and chest. She could feel that her own nipples were hard under her clothes and that her pussy was dripping wet inside her panties.

"Yes," she replied, dizzy with arousal. "Yes, please..."

When Sarah led Darla into her room at the boarding house, she closed and locked the door behind them. And when she turned around Darla was already standing right in front of her, gazing longingly into her eyes. She put both hands up to Sarah's face and kissed her passionately.

"You're so beautiful," Darla whispered. "I love your eyes; your beautiful brown eyes..."

Sarah was flattered. To her, Darla was the far more attractive of the two of them, but she felt a glow of happiness at the complement nevertheless.

Slowly, Darla began unbuttoning Sarah's checked shirt. 

"I want to make love to you."

Sarah gazed into those piercing blue eyes as the girl's fingers worked their way downwards, popping each button, and then pushed the shirt from her shoulders. It dropped silently to the floor so that Sarah now stood in jeans, sneakers and a skimpy, dark green vest. And when Darla glanced down to check out Sarah's breasts she smiled as she noticed the nipples were hard.

They kissed again, still standing by the door, and Darla fondled Sarah's tits over her vest top. She then pushed Sarah back against the wall -- not violently but firmly, so that they were pressed up close to each other as they kissed.

Their breasts made contact through their clothes and their tongues danced in each other's mouths. Hands roamed, explored. 

When she felt Darla tugging at her vest, Sarah intuitively raised her arms up and they reluctantly broke off the kiss so it could be pulled quickly off. They shared a light, girlish giggle as Sarah's arms got caught up in it momentarily before it was discarded along with her shirt. 

Darla's eyes moved appreciatively over Sarah's body, admiring her small but pert breasts as they sat cradled in her bra. 

"God, you're so beautiful..."

Sarah reached back to unhook her bra and immediately saw the look of pleasure on Darla's face. 

The bra was dropped to the floor.

"Wow..." Darla whispered, with genuine admiration. She cupped Sarah's breasts in her hands, weighing them, caressing them, rubbed her thumbs over the erect nipples. "You have such wonderful tits, Sarah..."

Sarah laughed gently in response. "I'm glad you approve." 

Once again assuming the dominant role, Darla took the half-naked Sarah by the hand and led her over to the bed, pushing her back gently onto the freshly-laundered sheets. Kneeling on the floor between Sarah's legs, she removed first one, then both of Sarah's sneakers, followed by her socks. The removal of each item caused Sarah's heart to pound against her chest, since it brought her closer and closer to the sexual intimacy she so badly craved. After removing Sarah's socks and shoes, Darla moved upwards. Gazing up at Sarah with those naughty blue eyes and that seductive smile, she took her time popping each button of Sarah's jeans, teasing her, drawing out the suspense. With the growing promise of Darla's lips, tongue or fingers exploring her pussy Sarah became wetter and wetter, and wondered if she would come out of sheer anticipation.

By now Darla had fully opened Sarah's fly to reveal white cotton panties beneath. She breathed in the lovely scent that rose up from inside her jeans: a totally feminine mixture of perfume, the natural, sweet odor of Sarah's skin and the musky, unmistakeable smell of a very wet pussy. She tenderly kissed Sarah's crotch over the panties, feeling the coarse pubic hair through the material, and after giving her a sly, sultry smile proceeded to pull Sarah's jeans down.

"Oh God," whispered Sarah as Darla eased down her denims; she helped her lover to remove them by raising her ass off the bed and then wriggling her legs a little. The insides of her upper thighs were practically awash with her juices, and she felt a little embarrassed by the fact that her underwear was absolutely saturated.

With a final tug, Darla got her jeans off and tossed them aside, leaving Sarah wearing only those little white panties. She knew her pussy must have been fully visible through the damp material and made to cover herself with both hands. Darla stopped her.

"No," she whispered. "I love it that you're so turned on. I'm feeling exactly the same way."

She encountered no resistance now as she slipped Sarah's panties down her legs and discarded them, gazing upon her lover's completely naked body. This time, Sarah jettisoned all feelings of self-consciousness and opened her legs a little to show Darla her glistening vagina. Her gift.

Neither of them said a word but both were feeling that same intense rush of arousal at the thought of what was coming next. They shared one lingering glance of mutual gratitude before Darla plunged her face between Sarah's legs to lose herself in the warm, wet grotto that awaited her.

"Oh my God," Sarah groaned quietly. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as Darla's tongue melted inside her. "That feels...amazing..."

There was no response from Darla, who was miles away down there between Sarah's thighs, gently lapping and licking at her slit. Her eyes were closed, too, and she was concentrating on giving her lover pleasure. First she licked Sarah's vagina, alternately sucking on the outer lips and tonguing her dripping hole, before turning her attention to the swollen clitoris which, when touched, made Sarah squirm with joy. It wasn't long before Darla made her come two or three times in succession, and when this happened Sarah gripped the sheets and almost screamed in ecstasy.

Afterward she lay in an erotic haze on the bed, eyes still closed, legs spread, pussy glistening and tingling and throbbing. A big, dreamy smile of satisfaction played across her lips. 

Darla stood up and pulled off her own heavy boots, which hit the floor loudly when she tossed them aside. She yanked her overalls open and Sarah thrilled at the sound of the poppers snapping apart, all at once, and she opened her eyes to watch Darla undress.

Under her greasy overalls Darla was wearing a little white vest and black lace panties -- but no bra -- and her body made Sarah's stomach flutter with admiration and envy. From the sculpted definition of her arms and midriff, which was just visible beneath the hem of her short vest, Sarah could tell Darla worked out regularly; not so much that the muscles were overworked but enough to make them perfectly toned and supple beneath her lovely olive skin. 

In just her vest and panties, Darla climbed onto the bed beside Sarah and they kissed some more, stroking each other's faces and hair and exchanging longing looks and smiles. They ran their hands over each other's bodies, fingers trailing and caressing.

Darla's skin smelled wonderful. The smell of the garage was still strong on her -- motor oil and grease and diesel -- mixed with her own delicate, natural scent, a concoction that made Sarah's head swim as they kissed.

Together they removed Darla's vest, and Sarah moved on top of her so that their breasts squashed together whilst they resumed kissing.

Although Darla had been complementary about Sarah's small but well-rounded tits, Sarah had to concede that Darla's were much more impressive than her own. They were bigger, to be sure -- probably a C cup compared to her modest 36B -- but their shape and form were perfect, and she had beautiful brown nipples that were just the right size for her breasts. Sarah was thinking about this as she moved down to kiss them, taking each hard nipple into her mouth in turn and sucking gently on them.

"Harder..." moaned Darla. "Suck my nipples harder, honey..."

Sarah did as instructed, pulling each one harder into her mouth and using her teeth to stimulate the dimpled skin around them. This made Darla writhe with pleasure beneath her.

"Yeah, just like that, baby..."

After sucking on Darla's nipples until they were small and stiff and swollen, Sarah removed Darla's panties and went down on her, bringing her to orgasm quickly. Her pussy was dark and musky and sweet, and incredibly responsive to Sarah's tongue, and she enjoyed lapping at its exquisite juices. At one point her tongue accidentally-on-purpose brushed Darla's anus, making her gasp. They both paused and looked at each other, unsure if this was an area they should be exploring, before a naughty look flashed across Sarah's eyes and she returned her tongue to Darla's most intimate place.

"You bad girl," Darla whispered, smiling and closing her eyes. "And so innocent looking, too..."

The two women made each other come over and over and over again that evening. The hours were spent alternately making love and holding each other while they talked freely and intimately, or drinking the wine that Sarah had bought at the liquor store in town earlier that afternoon. At two in the morning they watched a late-nite movie in bed, happy in each other's arms. By three thirty they had both dozed off, exhausted, and slept soundly without moving apart.

In the morning Darla woke to find a note left by Sarah on the pillow. She smiled as she read it and thought of her pretty new lover, who promised to return after her conference had finished later that day. Then, before getting up for work herself, Darla let her hand stray underneath the sheet and she slipped a finger into her already moistened pussy. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the thought of making love again, whispering softly as she touched herself.

"Sarah..."



Darla & the Man



From stories past you may recall reading some of Darla Minks’ adventures at Swenson Manor. In the event you are unaware of her adventures let me provide you a brief overview of the circumstances of her very first visit.

It is important to understand Swenson Manor, a palatial estate by anyone’s estimation, is a unique place and the site for some of the most sexually depraved parties held in this part of the country. It was to such a party that Darla was forced to attend by her husband; a man best described as a smuck who was not worthy of feasting upon her feces predicated on the manner in which he had treated her for their entire married life. From the time they met until this party the terms strait laced were an apt description of Darla. Conservative in every aspect of her life she came to her wedding bed a virgin. Prior to that night her future husband was attentive and caring, but his true nature as an insensitive boor emerged, and from that time onward made sex for Darla an unfulfilling and at times a very painful nightmare. 

His idea of sex with Darla was a monthly hump in the “wam bam thank you mam” style. He got on, got off, and got away to more pleasurable adventures. You must understand Hubby simply serviced his wife to maintain his control over her; she did not know better, and was an easy prey. Hubby reserved the fun aspects of fucking the others he took to his bed. Sex with them was much different, and it was through his reputation of skill with other women that he came to receive one of the coveted green envelopes bearing an invitation to a Swenson Manor party.

Hubby, for whatever unthought-of reason forced his wife to attend. As Darla was there under duress she had a miserable time until encountering a delightful young lady named Nancy Jones. This inquisitive, insightful, naked woman approached Darla, and in a very direct manner queried why anyone was still wearing clothes at party such as this. Darla turned to face her inquisitor, detected a caring demeanor, and as if a plug was removed from a dam poured out her story. Among the information were tidbits such as how she thought sex was simply for making babies, a wife’s duty, and not meant for fun or pleasure. 

At the end of Darla’s outpouring Nancy queried: “You learned that wife’s duty crap from your mother didn’t you? Look around you, and then let me pose a question. Look at all the people. Do you think they are acting the way they are acting because sex is boring and painful?” Nancy paused, looked directly into Darla’s eyes, and then continued: “If you still think that is true I suggest you rethink the issue. From your story I understand you have not had any good examples, but I beg of you to please believe me when I say sex is fun and it should make you feel wonderful!” After a pause to allow her words to sink in a bit she further asked: “Darla, would you care to investigate another side of sex; a side you have not seen? Before you answer you should ask if you are you willing to open your mind, to look around you without bias or recrimination, to see without judgment, and to consider if you are willing to experience some different aspects of sex?”

Darla thought for a moment, considered what she was witnessing now with her eyes as opposed to what she had held true all her life then she agreed to accept Nancy as her guide. Before the party ended Darla developed a new and pleasing awareness about sex with men, women, and a few animals. That awakening, while certainly delightful and the gateway to future experiences, was not the highlight of her evening. The highlight was the unexpected, but so very delightful opportunity to extract some revenge on the piece of feces she had in the past referred to as her husband. 

By chance, early on Saturday morning, Darla and Nancy spied Hubby passed out on the lawn in a drunken stupor. Working together they dragged him to, and placed him over a specially adapted padded sawhorse complete with binding rings for hands and feet. They secured his extremities, placed a ball-gag in his mouth, and then paused to create a sign advertising his ass for use by one and all. However, before they displayed the sign Darla, under Nancy’s guidance, meted out a small, but very appropriate measure of the revenge she would ultimately extract. 

For Hubby to experience the full effect of what was to come it was necessary to arouse the man to a level of consciousness. This was achieved by dousing him with several buckets of cold water. He spewed, sputtered, and struggled until Darla grabbed him by his hair and lifted his head up so she could speak to him. Then in a very uncharacteristic (non subservient) manner she said: “You sir are not but a pile of elephant dung (In other words a piece of shit.) It is time for you to experience treatment appropriate to your true nature. In simple terms that even you can understand it is payback time. Your life has changed and you do not even know it yet, but you will.” Darla stepped away to allow free swing of her arm as she slapped the man’s face. “Listen very carefully to what I will say next. When this party is over someone will release your bonds. When that happens, if you can still walk, I suggest you move very quickly because anything of yours left in MY house by Monday sundown is going into the garbage where you belong. All that day you will have the house to yourself all day because am meeting with an attorney to file for divorce.” Darla paused, and then in language he had never before heard emit from her mouth continued: “I want to thank you for making me come tonight. Because of you I have learned a few lessons you probably did not want me to learn. One lesson is some guys enjoy getting fucked in the ass. I hope you are not one of them. I hope you hate it every time someone shoves something up your shit chute. I hope you hate it as much as I hated your pathetic cock my pussy when it was dry. …….. And guess what, I am the first who is going fuck you?”

Hubby’s eyes grew big in fear as Darla said the words. They grew even larger when he saw the huge strap-on dildoe Nancy handed to Darla. It was nearly the largest one available at the manor. Darla, while standing where Hubby could see, strapped it to her loins then move behind him and without benefit of any lubricant plunged the shaft into his ass. Only the blood from his ruptured vessels served to later ease the passage. His gag prevented a loud outburst, but it was possible to imagine his discomfort from bulging veins on his neck, the red face, the writhing of his body, and the limited noise he was able emit. Darla forced the fake dick into the resistant asshole repeatedly each time relishing the revenge she was extracting. In and out she plunged until at last there was no more resistance. When she tired of her fun she withdrew the fake cock from Hubby’s ass, walked to his face, jerked his head up, and rubbed the shit and blood-covered phallus under his nose. She would have forced it into his mouth, but the ball gag prevented such a pleasurable action.

Darla then reintroduced Hubby to Nancy, and invited her to partake of her husband’s ass. In response to this gracious invitation Nancy displayed to Hubby the manly member she had elected to employ; this was the largest strap-on dildoe they could find. Its passage into the waiting rectum was easier due to the previous assault, but nonetheless stretched asshole’s asshole to new extremes. 

When the ladies were through with Hubby’s ass it was fully stretched, bleeding, and ready for the next visitor. They displayed their sign and Hubby spent the next 34 hours bent over the sawhorse taking phalluses, real and fake, as well as an occasional fist. An unexpected development was Hubby came to objects up his ass. He would pay for the privilege of having someone fuck his ass with anything, anytime, and anywhere.

That weekend at Swenson Manor was awakening, and served as a new beginning for Darla. With her new awareness of what life and sex was about, accompanied by a very sizeable settlement from her divorce on which she could live comfortably for the remainder of her life, Darla set forth to explore. On many occasions she attended parties at Swenson Manor always assuming the role of an enthusiastic and adventuresome participant. She tried anything and everything with anybody and everybody. It was at one of those parties that Darla’s life took another sudden and unexpected twist.

The annual New Years Eve party at Swenson Manor was always a costume affair lasting several days. The hosts provided costumes that were designed to allow ready access to breasts, genitals, and ass of the wearer. If one did not desire to wear a full costume an alternate solution was to go nude while wearing some type of facemask. Do keep in mind the primary objective of these parties was sexual enjoyment. At the particular party in question Darla donned the costume she wore to her very first such party: She went as Victoria, the white cat from “Cats.” The costume was tight, alluring, and made her body parts perfectly accessible. The one drawback of the costume was a muffling of sound as it covered her entire head.

Darla, who came alone, was unaccompanied as she walked down the grand staircase, but as she reached the bottom step several male and female admirers gathered around. She acknowledged them, but moved on to greet Paula and John Swenson, the hosts.

“Darla, it is so nice to see you. Haven’t you worn that outfit before?” Paula asked while reaching toward Darla’s costume to caress her breasts. 

“So you have the cameras on upstairs I see. Yes, I wore this at my first New Year’s party. Still looks good don’t you think/”

John reached to grab Darla’s crotch: “It works for me. It’s nice to see you. Do have a good time. Sorry to run, but I have to deal with something at the bar.”

“John is always in a rush somewhere. I am surprised he ever has time for a fuck. What are your plans Darla?”

“You need to ask my plans? Do you really need to ask that question? I plan to fuck every person I can until I can’t fuck anymore. Then I’m going to rest until I can fuck some more. How does that sound for a plan?”

“Sounds like a sensible plan to me. Most of the folks here this time are people you know, but there are a few first-timers. Treat them nice! Now bless you my child. Leave me to go forth and FUCK! Bye, bye.”

Darla gazed around the festively decorated room filled with people, food tables, and bars. The Swenson’s spared no expense for their parties. The food was always wonderful, the booze was top of the line, and the people all had a common desire to fuck until they dropped. Anything was acceptable as long as the interaction was consensual, and it did not involve minors.

At the moment a large group had gathered in the billiard room watching an interesting combination of one man standing on the floor having his dick sucked by a woman. No, it was a young girl of at the most 18 years of age, lying on her back on the billiard table. Her head was extended over the side in such a manner as to allow the man direct access to the depths of her throat. A second was positioned on her hands and knees so that her face was fully surrounded by the groin of the first. It appeared the second girl possessed a very talented tongue based on the first girl’s hip movements and the moaning sounds coming from her mouth as she continued to suck the man’s cock. The second girl’s position forced her vaginal and anal areas to point almost skyward which is well as that area was receiving considerable oral attention of a different kind. Her entire nether region was the recipient of a concentrated lingual assault offered by a pure-bread German Shepard; a large breed of dog with paws the size of a grown man’s hand. A third girl of non-descript notation stood next to the dog stroking and sucking his cock to complete erection.

Darla did not know how long the show had lasted, but after a very few minutes of the dog having his cock sucked he was ready for something more. He lifted his body upward to position his paws and forelegs around the second girl’s hips; the girl he was licking and shoved his fully aroused cock deep into her pussy; or maybe it was her ass he entered. Darla could not tell from her point of view. Regardless of which hole the cock occupied, the reaction by the girl was to emit a tremendous scream of pain-pleasure before she returned to her cunt-lapping duties. The dog ignored her cry of anguish and commenced a rapid hunching action that plunged his erect red cock into whatever hole he was lodged. 

Darla watched in appreciation all of the actors, but particularly the dog as she herself had experienced the joys provided by other species. Since her first adventure at Swenson Manor she had fucked and sucked several dogs of different breeds, and experienced being mounted by a small donkey. Each had its own rewards, none of which Darla would deny. In response to the show Darla, without any awareness of her movements, allowed her hands to roam over her body caressing her tits and pussy. At last her right hand became stationary concentrating its force directly onto her very sensitive clit. As she attained orgasm she emitted not a scream, but rather a low prolonged moan signifying her pleasure. No one around her took any notice of her outburst as they were well into their own arousal and self-gratification.

The quartet on the table continued to suck, lick, and thrust into each other until each began to shake in orgasm and lose the ability to continue this pursuit of pleasure. The man and the lower woman slipped out of the scene while the woman on top remained awaiting the dog’s knot to subside. During this wait another masked man approached the woman.

“Suck me bitch. Do something with that mouth while you wait.”

“Suck yourself asshole! Nobody tells me what to do you tiny-pricked bastard!” the girl retorted.

Taken aback by her vehemence the man slunk away in embarrassment. Not because he had a tiny dick, which he did not, but because he had made a fool of himself in front of so many people. He had tried macho when asking politely probably would have gotten him the blowjob he desired.

Darla heard the man’s voice and thought it sounded familiar, but her costume distorted the sound, and she was not sure from what part of her memory the recollection arose. It was not possible to discern much visually as he walked way. What she could determine was a height of roughly 5’10”, medium frame, and a good ass. 

She wanted to know more, but her eyes were drawn away as the dog dismounted the girl on the table. As he withdrew, the girl who had sucked him to erection was there to collect his juices as they emerged from what was obviously a very good fuck of the top girl’s ass. The hole was clearly distended as the dog-dick withdrew, and within a second the third girl covered the hole with her mouth to suck out the dog’s cream.

Darla proceeded from this very arousing scene toward another group gathered near the dining room. As she approached the group she observed, sitting in a corner by himself, the man who was embarrassed earlier. She approached him: “What you did was not bad enough to banish yourself.”

“It’s not what I did, but rather how I attempted to do it. I really made a fool out of myself. My friend told me she liked it rough and I was fool enough to believe him.”

Again the voice was familiar, but distorted partly from her head covering, and partly from the partial covering of his mouth offered by his mask. “Don’t worry about it. Do you still want someone to suck your dick?” Without waiting for a reply Darla pushed the man onto his back, grasped his hard dick in her left hand to hold it steady, and sunk her lips onto the shaft until she felt his pubic hairs tickle her nose. Darla, as an expert cocksucker knew many tricks that she employed to give the man a thrilling ride toward his climax. One of the most stimulating was the plunging of first one then a second finger into his ass. As her fingers spread his sphincter they also strove to massage his prostate. He tried to climb high on the wall in response to those intruding digits. 

As he neared his climax Darla kept him constantly on edge never allowing him an opportunity to gain any sense of control. She was in control, and intended to stay there. At last she tired of the game and plunged him down her throat several times causing his ejaculate to spew forth; a load Darla caught fully in her mouth.

When he ceased to volcanically eject his seed Darla released her oral grip on his cock, climbed rapidly up his body kissing his mouth and depositing the product of his orgasm directly into his oral orifice. (In more simple terms she dumped a load of his cum from her mouth to his.) Not once did he gag, or in anyway indicate any rejection of her actions. The truth is he enjoyed the taste of seminal fluid regardless if it was second hand such as now or direct from the source. 

“That was very nice. May I return the favor?”

“I will gladly welcome your attention on my behalf kind sir.”

The man reversed their positions so that he was atop, and then began to kiss, caress, and undress her body. Every item, except for her mask was removed as he kissed and licked his way down the front of her torso and legs. Not satisfied he rolled her over and applied the same type of kissing and licking to her backside. After he had addressed all areas of her body he focused on her buttocks gradually spreading them to unveil the aperture of her bowel; also known as her asshole. 

At this opening he paid homage with first his lips, then his tongue, and lastly his fingers. Concentrating exclusively on this zone of delight he moved Darla along an intense path of pleasure. She was on the verge of an orgasm when he stopped and again changed her body position so that now she lay on her back.

Not waiting a moment to again enjoy a view he had already seen he placed his head at the juncture of her legs and began to orally explore this area of opportunity. Gently he ran his tongue along each side of her hairless lips. He did this several times before he ventured to penetrate her golden gash. Inside it was pink, but he did not see that aspect as his eyes were focused on Darla’s breasts, nipples, and brilliant blue eyes. The man’s tongue stroked the inside of each lip repeatedly taking care to touch neither the vital area of her vaginal entry nor the sensitive clitoris. Darla found this action stimulating yet frustrating, and after a while frustrating won over her emotions as she grabbed his head. “Do my clit you bastard.” 

“Now, now, now child. This is my show. Just be patient and your reward will come.” With that he removed her hands from his head, and started again on the outside of the lips. With an exasperatingly slow progression the man moved from the outer lips to the inner edges then onward to the vaginal orifice where he lingered for several minutes. 

Darla was as tense as a stretched wire, and wanting badly for him to proceed yet desiring the pleasure she hoped the wait was worth. At almost the last possible moment of her ability to withstand the torment any longer the man shifted his lingual focus directly to the tip of her clitoris. An explosion of pure pleasure tore through Darla’s body. She arched her back in response to the sensations, an act that normally ceases after a few moments. Normally that was true, but not this evening. The man rose with her maintaining contact with what at this moment in time was the nexus of her central being. He maintained contact until he sensed she could not hold this intensity any longer. Then, and only then he gradually released his hold on her soul, and allowed her to regain her earthly control.

“That is the most wonderful cum I have ever experienced. You possess a very talented tongue and sense of style. I thank you kind sir. In a moment I would like to take advantage of what I am sure is a very talented cock.”




Darla & the Man



“It was my pleasure madam. I am at your beck and call whenever you are ready. However, I think it prudent to first partake of some liquid refreshment. What is your pleasure?”

“My body does not need the effects of alcohol right now, nor do I need the gas from a carbonated beverage. See if they have some lemonade or punch and if those are not available then please bring water.”

With that the man departed, and Darla leaned back to rest and to reflect on the events just past. In Darla there existed a nagging sense that she knew this man. He seemed somehow familiar, but she could not place him. Darla moved on to consider how she was now, in a figurative sense, going to fuck out his brains. The thing about fucking is the actions are a very basic in and out; it is what surrounds those actions that make each sexual encounter a unique and enjoyable event. It was to that problem that Darla now set her mind.

“I hesitated to disturb your pensive mood, but here is some freshly made lemonade. On what do you ponder so intently?”

Darla looked at him with a coy grin and a sparkle in her eyes before she replied: “How to, as the expression goes, fuck out your brains.” 

“I have given thought to the same concern, and unless you have a specific design I propose we let things happen as they happen. My guess is we two sexually talented people will find a way to bring satisfaction to each other.” 

The man removed Darla’s glass and began to kiss her fervently about the mouth and neck. Darla returned these kisses with an equal amount of ardor. While each applied kisses to the other so did their hands explore their bodies. Kisses are nice, but why restrict the potential sensation available from multiple avenues of stimulation. Each did their best to arouse the sexual sensations to increased heights before they joined their bodies in sexual congress; translated they the played around until they were really hot then they fucked. Not only did they fuck, but they fucked with an unrestrained passion experienced by few. 

In and out the man’s dick moved along Darla’s velvet vaginal walls. In and out with a gradually increasing speed and power did the sexual partners move toward an expected crescendo as they fell over the heights of sensual pleasure. In and out, faster and faster, and harder and harder until the man reached a point of no return, and screamed his release. Ever sensitive to the needs of his partner he managed to continue his pounding actions until at last Darla also vocalized her orgasmic climax. With their intensity past the peak, they cuddled until sleep overtook them.

When day came Darla found herself alone; the man was gone, but an envelope laid beside her. It was without a name as they had never exchanged names, but without a doubt it was intended for her. She opened it to find a note that read: “I do not know who you are, but I want to. If you are of a similar mind please meet me.” Enclosed were a map, date, and time.

There was no hesitation or sense of doubt on Darla’s behalf; she wanted to know more of this man. Two days later at the appointed time Darla arrived at a roadside park that was unlikely to have many visitors at this time of day. She pulled into the parking area near the one other car already located there. It was not a car she knew, but she was confident it belonged to the man. Her anticipation was high, but so was the anxiety and even at this late moment the option to depart flashed in the back of her mind; it was fear and she push herself past it. 

Having considered everything that could be bad with this situation Darla began to exit her car. She could see someone in the other car do likewise. As both stood and looked a feather would have knocked either over because of the shock. Yes shock because it was if they were looking into a mirror. Darla knew this man. He was a man over which she had lusted since her early teens. Even though she had already experienced his body, and in the deepest recesses of her mind and heart knew she wanted more of him, there was still trepidation because this was David. 

With a hesitant move he made a waving motion, and began to slowly walk toward her. She also began to move, but after just two steps she began to run. This was her David; a man she had known all her life, and whom now that she had tasted him so intimately would never willingly allow out of her grasp. The lovers ran at each other and collided in a fierce bear hug pressing their lips together as if they were frozen in passion, allowing each tongue to fervently explore the mouth of the other. 

At last Darla stepped back. “I have wanted you for so long. Please tell me you have felt the same.”

“Ever since I knew about girls I have always thought of you. I can’t believe this has happened and how lucky I am.” David kissed her again then said: “Darla, please get in your car and follow me up the road where we have a room at Caribou Passage Lodge.”

Darla returned to her car as if walking on a cloud, and as she followed him she thought of the irony that her greatest sexual experience came about as a result of a man she had always known she could never enjoy in that manner. Strangely, as conservative as she appeared, and despite the fact that sex with her husband had not once provided her a pleasurable experience, she had for years upon end longed for David to lie atop her and to slide his erect member into her writhing body. She had dreamed a million times of the various ways that she would like for him to possess her. In the depths of her imagination not an orifice in her body had escaped his attention. All this dreamed of pleasure despite her parents and the unpleasantness of her husband (You remember the guy who now pays for people to fuck his ass.) 

David pulled into a parking slot in front of a cabin detached from the main building. Darla parked nearby and followed him inside to find a roaring fire in the fireplace in front of which was placed a mattress complete with sheets, covers, and many pillows. A bucket containing a bottle of champagne surrounded by ice, a tray of canapés, and a stereo playing soothing jazz in the background completed the ambiance as she looked out a large window overlooking a deck and a pristine snow-covered field.

Without asking, David took her coat, removed his own, and then while kissing her intently began to remove her clothes. Darla, so as to not lag behind worked feverishly to undress the man in front of her. A button at a time, and a piece of clothing at a time, the clothes on their passion inflamed bodies fell to the floor until at last David was naked and Darla was left with only a garter belt and sheer black stockings surrounding her shaven pubic area.

In a mutual quest they collectively wandered to and collapsed upon the mattress where they commenced to caress each other in ways that heightened the other’s sexual arousal. This is not saying their arousal was not already high, but rather this moved them higher yet. Darla’s arousal was such that she was dripping from between her legs even though David had not yet touched her there. Likewise David’s cock was as hard as he had ever experienced: hard almost to the point of discomfort.

Darla decided to stop acting the role of follower and took a preemptive action to reach for David’s very hard prick and slipped her mouth upon its soft velvet head. She sucked and licked while at the same time she forced David on to his back where she positioned her hips to straddle his face. Darla then lowered her engorged dripping twat to cover David’s nose, mouth, and entire face. She stayed for just a moment then moved so as to not cut off his air supply; however the moment was sufficient for the man to understand her message that he was to orally service, and hopefully enjoy the delights of her pussy. David took heed of Darla’s expressed desire and began to lick, suck, and nibble in all those areas that make a woman squirm with passion.

Meanwhile the extremely hard cock in her mouth received adoring attention. Each ridge and surface offered a potential site for a lick by her tongue, gentle nibble from her teeth, or a stimulating suck. Regardless of her manner, each action brought David closer to sexual eruption. He was so close to a gigantic orgasm he could no longer keep still, and without conscious control of the action began to pump his hips as if he was engaged in sexual intercourse. So high was his level of excitement that he was unable to continue his ministrations to Darla’s cunt with any degree of effectiveness. She understood and accepted his temporary limitation; she knew he would shortly explode into her mouth and she would taste his sweet juices. For now Darla was content to rest her twat upon his face so that her drippings and aroma permeated his senses. She knew he would soon attend to her needs. 

True to her perception of the situation she felt him begin to swell toward his crest. The head of his cock, already large, reached even larger proportions. At last he reached his triggering limit and started to emit a tremendous groan only heard when a man nears and crosses over that ultimate apex of sexual pleasure. David slammed his hips upward, and Darla took his cock down her throat to the furthermost depth it could reach. As she felt him begin to erupt she withdrew slightly so that all of his manly juices came to rest upon her tongue. Darla allowed the juices to remain upon her tongue until David’s orgasm subsided, and his cock began to lessen in size. Only then did she release her oral grasp of his wonderful dick, and allow herself to swirl his cream throughout her mouth savoring every bit of the flavor and slippery tactile sensations of his ejaculate.

David was spent physically, at least in his nether regions, but above him lingered the most beautiful, hairless, tasty, and sensitive cunt he had ever known. His dick was softening, but his tongue and hands were just beginning to worship this woman for which he had longed ever since he began to think of girls as a different type of playmate. Into the pussy above his face he plunged his tongue constantly striving to apply pressure to as many aspects of her nether region as possible. His hands reached around Darla’s hips to grasp and spread her buttocks further exposing her pussy and her very intriguing anal opening. He had not touched her there yet today, but he remembered the night of the party. He remembered her response as he toyed with her ass, and today when he when he ran his finger across its surface the moan of pleasure told him Darla enjoyed his action and desired more of the same. 

David reached behind himself and brought a pillow under his head forcing his head up and forward, but in a relaxed position. At the same time he forced Darla to extend her legs thus flattening her position. In this way David lost no contact with Darla’s pussy yet gained better access for his tongue to caress and penetrate her anal opening and the surrounding sensitive tissues. It was toward that target that he directed his tongue lightly licking and then probing gradually causing the sphincter to relax until he gained entry. Not satisfied with simple entry, David began to move his tongue in and out of Darla’s asshole widening it and making it slick; slick enough for one finger on each hand, and maybe more, to push their way inward. 

Having penetrated Darla’s ass with his fingers, David moved his tongue back to her pussy. Here he moved up and down the outside of her lips several times before thrusting the maximum length of his tongue into the depths of her vaginal canal. He swirled his tongue seemingly scorching the smooth, yet muscular walls of the woman’s cunt. While his tongue was engaged in this probing action the remainder of his mouth was busy collecting the copious flow of her pussy drippings. 

David again slightly shifted his position to allow his hands just a bit more reach into the zenith Darla’s sexual area. With this accomplished he was able to maintain his original finger placement in her ass while additionally slipping one finger from each hand directly into her pussy. David had two of Darla’s three sexual holes plugged. To complete the trilogy Darla sucked his semi-rigid prick into her mouth. It was then David began to push and pull his fingers into the two holes they controlled. He moved neither fast nor hard, neither slow nor soft, but at a pace and degree of force that Darla found extremely stimulating; a pace Darla could match while sucking his cock; a pace that rapidly brought her to the maximum extent of arousal.

David removed his fingers from her pussy to make more room for his tongue, but those fingers did not remain unemployed as he rapidly thrust them into her stretched anal opening. Not only did he enter her ass with these additional digits, but he also began to forcibly shove his fingers into her butt as fast, deep, and hard as he could manage. In response to his anal assault Darla began to have mini-orgasm after mini-orgasm each becoming more intense than the previous one until she screamed gaspingly: “David, fuck my ass! Oh, please fuck my ass right now!”

“No my dear Darla, you take control of that duty and fuck your own ass with my sturdy rapier.”

Darla twisted her pussy away from David’s mouth, and spun her body as if a top until her crotch was above and directly in line with David’s cock. With her head facing him, Darla reached between her legs, grabbed his once again rigid prick with her right hand, took aim, and slammed her distended asshole onto and down her man’s phallus. She thrust herself repeatedly up and down its length, but after a few moments she said: “I have done my best. Will you now please fuck my ass with your large hard dick? Fuck me until you can fuck me no more!”

Darla ceased her movements so that David could commence his. At first he was content to remain on his back thrusting upward into her tight asshole, but while this was pleasurable to both it was not going to bring either to culmination. To achieve that goal David needed to position himself either behind or on top of his beloved woman. The behind position was fun, but the face to face position was easier to achieve, could be done without disconnecting his dick from her ass, was just as much fun, and it offered the added bonuses of kissing and watching the other achieve orgasm. David grabbed Darla tight to his chest and rolled their bodies 180º. With this quick grab and spin David was now on top between Darla’s splayed legs with his rigid dick solidly packed into her Hershey highway. Before he began to pump his hips he withdrew his phallus and lifted Darla’s legs upward so that her knees were positioned flat against her breasts. He then pushed her thighs outward to flattened them fully spreading and exposing the region of her hairless, dripping cunt and asshole. Only when this area of her body was fully exposed did he strike; pushing hard and fast as if making up for years of lost time.

For all that he was worth David slammed his groin area against the same body area on Darla. The collision of their pubic mounds caused Darla’s clit to pound and throb. The same colliding action caused David’s cock to slide in and out of Darla’s asshole with a rapidity and force that sent monumental pleasure signals to both their brains; signals beyond what either had ever experienced previously. Closer and closer they together, yet alone, approached the most significant orgasmic experience their lives. 

“David, do it harder! Fuck me harder!” David replied by increasing the force with which he crammed his erect genitalia into Darla’s bowels and they both continued onward toward their orgasms. 

Using anything other than a mild mannered voice Darla screamed: “I’m cummmmiiiiiinnnnnggggg, fuck meeeeeee!” This vocalization into David’s left ear was the final trigger to drive him across the threshold into orgasmic bliss. In one of those rare instances of timing the two lovers came at almost the same instant. It would prove difficult to say who exactly arrived first, but it was clear that both had arrived, and both were satisfied. 

After he completed his ejaculation into Darla’s ass David withdrew and laid on his side so as to not collapse onto the only woman he had ever loved. For her part Darla gradually relaxed her legs moving them downward to a more comfortable position before she rolled on to her side next to David, and into a lovers cuddle with her head resting gently on his shoulder. For a long time neither of them spoke. It was not necessary as both were of a single mind just as their hearts beat with a single beat. At long last David disrupted their reverie and spoke: “What are we to do my love? There are many questions traveling through my brain regarding why we are here, and how we will deal with this situation. Before you speak let me say to you that I love you dearly, and if I am allowed to chose I will never again find you any place other than at my side.” 

“I feel the same David. My love is no longer hidden. It is now without bounds as it regards you, and by your side is where I desire to spend the remainder of my life. However, you are correct when you question the how and why of our togetherness. Many difficult barriers and challenges lay before us.” With that mutual acknowledgement of their love and awareness of future challenges they both fell into a deep slumber; the slumber such as often accompanies an extremely satisfying fuck.

Later that same evening, as they sat naked before the roaring fire eating food provided by room service from the lodge’s restaurant, they discussed the possibilities first one direction and then another. Each time they encountered the same obstacles, and each time they arrived at the same alternatives. 

“We have gone over this hundreds of times, and there are only four alternatives; two of which are very unappealing to me.” David said, and then he continued:”One, never again can we meet in this manner, and must always pretend it never happened. Two, we meet clandestinely much as we have today. That idea is exciting, but I fear not very workable over the course of time. In my opinion neither of these are acceptable solutions. Bluntly, I do not like them.” 

Darla picked up the line of thought interjecting: “Three, we can approach the family to see if they will accept us. The final choice is for us to depart to another part of the country.” She paused, and then sadly, but with conviction said: “David, I agree with you about choices one and two. Also, I know which choice is the honorable one, but number four, while painful, is the easiest for everyone concerned. At least it is the easiest for me.”

“I agree, but it is neither right nor honorable to sneak away in the night as if we are defeated with our tails between our legs.” David giggled lightly as Darla reached to grab his cock saying: “You can have one tail between your legs.” 

Then Darla continued: “We are agreed, but the question remains of how we approach a resolution?” She paused while each of them thought for several moments. “I suggest we call each of them and arrange to meet at Joey’s for drinks. They won’t like it knowing the other will be there, but if we push they will come.” David nodded in agreement, and they began to lay their plans.

They made the calls, and the plan was put in place to meet the next evening at the local bar often frequented by all of the people involved. Everything was set, but the meeting was not until 7:30 tomorrow evening, and neither David nor Darla was scheduled to work until the day after that. The cabin was already paid for so there was no reason to depart. In view of those facts Darla became an aggressor taking charge of the next round of lovemaking. They had enjoyed intense pounding sex filling all of her holes. It was great fun, but now she wanted something softer. Big events awaited them tomorrow that would do much to shape the remainder of their lives, and Darla wanted, in fact she needed and demanded, some soft, gentle caressing, and holding to take her on a different type of sexual ride. 




Darla & the Man



David, read her signals and came forth to give her exactly what she demanded, and that which they both required. He, just like she, was in need of the gentle aspect of sexual union. There existed a need to express their love in a different way; a way that bonded them together in a less thrilling, but much deeper intimate manner. Together they began a gradual ascent toward the gratifying sexual climax that when complete allowed them to sleep soundly clasped in each other’s arms as they laid in front of the fire’s dying embers. 

The next day Darla and David continued their adventure of discovery exploring not only sex, but also catching up on their separate lives. The time passed and before the arranged time they were seated in the most private and secluded booth that Joey’s had to offer. Marie arrived first followed a few minutes later by Tom. As expected the conversation was cool and stilted because Tom and Marie professed little liking of each other. After a round of drinks and some mundane conversation Tom asked: “Okay guys, you asked for this meeting, and we are here. What is so important that it was necessary for us together to meet you?”

David and Darla looked at each other, and David gulped before he began to speak: “What I am about to say is very joyful for us yet may prove very difficult for you. I’ll be blunt. Darla and I, whilst unknown to the other have been in love with each other for many years. Recently we each attended a masked costume party at Swenson Manor. Are you familiar with the types of parties held at the Manor?” Both Tom and Marie nodded their awareness. David continued: “In short, without knowing the identity of our partner we enjoyed each other sexually. Our pleasure was such that we decided to meet again later, and it was only at that meeting that our identities were unveiled. Despite the violating many society’s mores we have decided to continue our new relationship. In honesty the knowledge of our past feelings amplified our decision to remain together. To make a shorter tale of this story we have discovered each other, and we have no intention of walking separate paths ever again.” 

Everyone was quite for several minutes absorbing David’s comments. At last Tom cleared his throat to gain their attention before he calmly addressed the group: “I can only speak for myself, but I have never understood why it has taken you so long to find each other. From when you were both in your early teens all of those around you, James, Cathy, your Mom and I realized what you were experiencing. Everyone witnessed and understood the meaning of the looks that neither of you apparently saw. Each of us also understood no one could say anything to help. You never asked and were never privy to the true history of our family, but I think now you need to know.”

“Tom! Please don’t say anymore.” Marie said.

“Marie, I ask you why not? Why should they not know from whence they come? Why should they not know that what they are experiencing is not new in our family? Damn it Marie, they are in almost the exact same situation we were.” He paused before he stared directly at David and Darla. “That’s right your parents, Marie and I, are siblings. Actually we are half-siblings, but that is close enough for this discussion. Early in our teens we confronted the fact of our mutual attraction. We each knew there was no one else who could fill that lover’s void in our lives. We also knew there was no way we could ever reveal our feelings within the family. Too many were the times we heard of the sin and evil of incest thus we waited until the time came we were able to support ourselves. It was then we confronted your grandparents. They reacted as I am sure you thought we would. When their blind anger erupted we simply departed and never took a backward look. Did you never think it strange that all our relatives were dead?” 

Tom paused, looked at Marie, then back at his children and asked: “Is your love for each other unquestioned?” 

With the greatest of sincerity Darla replied: “Yes Father, we love each other. I have loved David all my life. Now I understand that I have loved him in an unanticipated manner. He has expressed to me similar feelings. It is just now that we have discovered we each had the same feelings. 

“You are consenting adults and do not require my blessing. However, if you truly love each other I can offer no objection. I can tell by looking at your mother she is in a bit of shock at the moment. Your declaration of love, and my revelation of our secret is a bit much for her to absorb all at once. It is my guess that after she has a little time to think about it she will openly accept your decision. However, keep in mind at the moment it is hard for her, and it may take awhile.”

Marie raised her head and look quizzically, but lovingly at Tom: “Thank you Tom. I appreciate your speaking with such regard of my feelings. That is the nicest thing you have said toward me in a very long time.” 

“Marie, we have fought so much over the past few years often it seems just for the sake of fighting. Maybe we are just acting like siblings, but in truth I love and care about you very much. I always have and I always will.”

The conversation between Tom and Marie became very focused between themselves, and after a while Darla and David slipped away from the booth. Their parents appeared on the path toward a reconciliation, and they were happy for them, but they had their own lives to live; lives full of trials and tribulations. 

You see while Darla’s and David’s desire to live together as a couple was simple in concept the reality was very complicated. On one hand they could simply live together, but the issue of the law lingered everywhere. Compounding the problem was the number of people they had as mutual friends; friends who would not likely understand or accept their new relationship. The new couple thought often and deeply upon their situation, and the more they thought the more numerous and varied became the obstacles with which they were faced. In the end they decided it best to depart the area. They did not just creep away in the dark of night, but rather each obtained a new employment situation in another part of the country; the fact they both moved to the same city was looked on as a wonderful coincidence. It was a wonderful coincidence that allowed them to share the emotional and physical love which they were so long denied; a physical love that owed its very existence to an oppressive husband, a wonderful teacher named Nancy Jones, and the Swenson’s of Swenson Manor.