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Sheila

By: Selinde783



This was the third pair of underwear she had ruined this week. Ruefully but unrepentant, she tucked her index and middle finger into the warm pocket of moisture that was created as her panties clung to her sex, and let out a sigh of pure indulgence. Her blouse lay on the floor next to her worktable, her bra had been tossed carelessly on the back of the swivel chair she was now sprawled upon, legs hooked to each black leather arm. Her dark brown eyes were tiny slits as she purred like the feline she resembled, surveying the construction work being done across the street from her. For the past week a crane had been parked in the middle of the street and all traffic had been diverted to the other cross streets. Besides the obvious inconvenience to pedestrians, who had to walk to the next train station seven blocks down, Sheila found the “disturbance” to be a happy relief from a hard day at the publishing house. The loud thrumming of the drills excited her to the point of orgasm, but it wasn’t until the workers began to repair the loose scaffolding on the building’s twentieth floor that an idea blossomed in her brain. 

She was directly across from that floor in her own apartment, a spacious loft that boasted four bedrooms and two baths, as well as a martini bar for parties. In the middle of the living room a mock fireplace had been erected, and Sheila had provided herself with all the amenities a single woman could need in New York, and then some. But like many single women in New York, there as a permanent fixture that she was still missing. Watching the workmen across the street provided her some much needed visual stimulation to accompany her eager ministrations. Awakening one morning to see them level with her window was more than motivation. The trickles of sweat that ran over their muscled arms made her mouth water with the desire to taste their flesh, to touch their pumping arms and clench their taut buttocks in her hands. So today she decided to thank them with a show of her own. 

As of yet, none of the men had noticed she was masturbating in her chair in front of the window, but for her sake she hoped one of them would soon. Her fingers brushed the dark delta of curling hairs that decorated her rosy pink lips. She wanted to wait until someone noticed her before shedding her panties, but her arousal was increasing now, as she watched one man in particular. He was tall and dark haired, and had taken off his white tee shirt in order to better stand the heat, as well as unhooking one of the straps of his overalls. He was standing on a platform in front of one of the building’s windows. His shoulders were broad and his back was rippling with energy as he pounded a hammer against a slab of sheet metal. Sheila licked her lips as the white sparks he released flew into the air. She wriggled her pert bottom against the edge of the swivel chair and could not help but writhe against her seat. He looked young, in his early twenties or so, with a boyish face she imagined poised above her in primal lust. His lips, even from this far away, looked so capable of pleasure, endlessly potent as he bit them in concentration. Sheila’s fingers found the telltale slipperiness between her labia, and pressed this moisture into the smooth walls of her outer lips. She loved this in particular, and squeezed the inner walls with her two fingers , trapping them while at the same time spreading her juices around in a thrilling massage.

“ Turn around, baby. Yeah you, you little sweet ass. Mmmmm. God, ooh…Just look at me. Take a fuckin’ cock break, you sexy son of a bitch. “ The construction worker obviously could not hear her heated entreaty, yet somehow his shoulders became rigid, as he began to sense in the uncanny manner of humans, that he was definitely being watched. Slowly, he looked to his left and right, and the corners of his eyes caught her just as she was lifting her arm in order to rub her nipples. The movement was what caught his eye, or else he would never have noticed this tiny motion to attract his attention. He blinked, as if he thought his vision was blurred by the bright sunlight, but then he turned his head around completely, and saw the pale M shape Sheila had created as she rested spread out on her chair. Then, to her delight, his jaw dropped. He nearly dropped his hammer on his foot, and Sheila giggled in answer. 

Fortunately for them both, he could easily climb into the window he had been standing in front of, and there was only one other worker near him, drilling away at what would become a window frame when it was finished. He hovered about four yards from him to his right, and Sheila beckoned to her admirer with the crook of her finger. He made a helpless gesture, surely confiding in her the misery of his state as he stood more than a hundred feet in the air, tantalizingly close to her yet so far. She pointed towards herself, and made another beckoning motion, tingling with arousal and amusement as she lifted one of her legs in order to slide her panties off. With the tip of her big toe, she made a flinging motion, and her silken undergarment was suddenly sailing through the air, ballooning down to the street like a tiny parachute. 

The construction worker climbed into the open window of the office building he was renovating, and Sheila bit her bottom lip as she saw the delicious mounds of his buttocks flex as he lifted one leg and then the other over the ledge. When he was safely inside the office, he reached a hand into his overalls, and began to rub vigorously at what had to be a painful erection. Sheila spread herself open to his heated gaze, and opened the puckered mouth of her sex for him, tracing the hood of her clitoris with the edge of her finger. She was almost unbearably wet, and could feel her juices trailing down her pussy towards the crack of her ass. 

He unhooked the other suspender from his overalls, and they slid down the golden hills of his rolling muscles and down his hirsute thighs, exposing a long, thick shaft that rose up like a column from between the soft globes of his balls. So much for wasting time on underwear, Sheila thought. The sight of this offering almost drove her over the edge. When he placed his left hand over the base of his cock and began to pull at his foreskin with his right, almost mauling his flesh for her, she moaned aloud. His hand swirled up the base like the red stripe in a candy cane, squeezing from the bottom up, rubbing the tip of his prick with the pad of his thumb. Sheila found herself running her tongue over her teeth, over her lips, and would have licked her own nipples if she could have reached so far down in her impassioned state. 

“ Fuck it….Fuck yourself for me. Ahhhh…”, she slid her finger into the moist duct of her secret passage, dipping into the fountain, where the heat centered and the nodule of her ecstasy was housed. She felt her shoulders tighten at the joints, the roots of her hair suffuse with warmth, felt her entire body begin to perspire. Her blood was on fire. She hooked her finger up, into herself, and her pelvis rose up, up, higher still, until her body was a shelf, her legs rocking her as she rode her pleasure out. 

“Aaaahhhhhhhh!!!!” She screamed, not caring about anything but this man whose cock had made love to her sex in the air. Her eyes closed, and she clenched her teeth, as if the pressure would slow the recession of her orgasm into a duller throb and not abandon her completely. While she was writhing in her swivel chair, her eyes were almost closed, save for the thin line of white in which she could see this mysterious man masturbating. As she shrieked, as her body arched, a fire engine blared down the street, drowning out her voice, and her soaked labia made the squelching noises indicating she had squirt, yet again. When she opened her eyes to see her beautiful yet distant and silent lover, he was gone. 

Sheila's Adventures in Adult Videos



Sheila didn't want to publish this story under her own Lit name, so I let her post it under my account. I hope you enjoy her story, and if you have comments I'll make sure she gets them. I told my view of her early 'movie career' in my recounting under Sisters, Friends, and Lovers - Chapter 23. Enjoy her account; this has a lot more details than my reporting, plus she takes the story into later events I didn't write about. There's a lot more about Sheila in both this story and my accounting so read SFL too (excuse the plug for my own work). Here's her story just as she wrote it (and I edited it). As usual it helps to read the chapters in order. Regards, Steve. 

*****

I'm oversexed.

My sisters, lovers, and friends all tell me the same thing: 'You have an overabundant focus on all things sexual.' I've also been described as perpetually horny, a nymphomaniac, a slut, and a hot girlfriend - and everyone is right.

Everyone includes my family and the group of people I live with. I live in a group setting with a guy I'd fallen in love with: Steve Wallace. What made the situation even more unique was that at the time when I'll begin this story the group included my two sisters, Fran and Ally, as well as a couple of other women - Jane and René, and a man named Aidan we were all intimate with. By intimate, I mean we loved to fuck each other's brains out on a regular basis - like a couple of times a day if we could find the time; but more about that in a minute. 

Steve also had a growing harem of women he had relationships with when he was traveling - and he traveled a lot. We always were excited to hear about his experiences and often he'd bring one of his new friends home for all of us to play with. (See his story Sisters, Friends, and Lovers by clicking on Steve's author's page.)

Besides being oversexed, I am a museum curator. Strange, huh?

So, how did I end up with an ultra-conservative and nerdy job at the Boston Museum? I also love art, sculpture, photography, movies, nature, and the way other people see the world and express those feelings and images through various media. Thus, after college I lucked out in a tough job market and got a job as a paid docent at the Museum, but I was so good at the job I got promoted to assistant curator, and finally an official curator - a person who cares for the museums holdings and arranges for new exhibits, and there are a lot of details to having a visiting exhibit for a few months. I was good at what I did.

My adventure started when through my curator grapevine, I heard about a multi-media exhibit assembled by the Los Angeles Center and Museum for the Performing and Graphic Arts, or for short the 'LA Museum.' It contained film clips showing the progression of entertainment films, old movie posters, artistic pictures and cartoons of stars, Oscars and other awards from deceased performers or those on loan, key props from famous films, paintings by well-known entertainment luminaries, and much more.

The path to having an exhibit on display like this one in my Boston Museum is not linear. I had to sell my management on the idea, and then when they were on board I had to sell the Board of Trustees. Once they expressed approval, I had to contact the LA Museum, and that was when I struck up a friendship with Emily Carlisle for the first time. 

Emily told me to call her 'Em' or 'Emmy' like everybody else did - an interesting name given that some of the performers in the exhibit had received Emmy Awards. We had an increasing number of phone calls, many of them about what we could offer the LA Museum in trade for a large portion of their exhibit.

I gave Emmy several options to trade for their Multi-Media Exhibit, and she went off to talk to her management and then her Board of Trustees about a swap. After several weeks of to-ing and fro-ing and high-level negotiations, we had a general agreement on a trade. 

After that there were preliminary arrangements to think about: insurance, shipping, packing, display space layouts and plans, special construction arrangements, and equipment on both ends, and no end of other details to work out. We couldn't just take a painting worth a couple of million dollars, pop it into a FedEx box, and ship it overnight across the country. By museum protocol everything needed to be escorted, and handled with more care than you could imagine.

Em and I had more and more telephone contact, and in the course of all that got to know each other really well. About once a week we also Skyped, although at the time it was problematic as to whether the video link would always work. At least we got to see what each other looked like. Emmy was cute, pert, and about my age.

Something I said led us to talk about my living arrangements and consequently my sex drive. We had a lot of laughs about the latter, and she was fascinated with the former.

Em was blown away when I confessed that I lived in an intimate way with four other women and two men, but I also hinted at some other intimate 'side' relationships without going into any detail. Em had more questions than there are grains of sand, so each of our conversations sooner or later migrated to some of her questions. We had to catch ourselves sometimes so we could focus on our work about trading the exhibits instead of just learning about each other in hours of conversation. We rapidly became great friends.

The multi-media exhibit was so large, I would have to fly out to LA and spend some time with Em going over the full exhibit and the back-up contents to pick just the parts and pieces to display and use in Boston. This was a big deal, especially for me since this was the first time I'd been given the full authority to choose the contents of an entire exhibit we'd show in Boston. I knew the advertising budget alone for my museum would run into the millions. Our museum was a little better organized with Internet pictures available of our holdings so Em could easily pick the pieces she wanted to borrow online.

Em and I had become such good friends by way of the telephone, and a couple of Skype calls, that I accepted her invitation to stay with her when I flew into LA. I'd never been to LA so I was amazed at the scope of the city - it was dramatically different. I loved it - even the infamous traffic.

I arrived on a Tuesday afternoon, and Em met me at the airport. We went right to work, and by the end of the day, what with jetlag, I was tired. Wednesday I was brighter, and we got some more done in terms of going through the exhibit and picking pieces. By Friday, it was clear I needed to stay over the weekend for another day or two of work.

All along as we looked at things, Em had kept up a nearly steady barrage of questions about my living arrangements and lifestyle. 

I confessed to some of the swing parties that I participated in back east. Of course, that led to dozens of further questions just about those: how many people, what ages, had I ever done a gangbang, was I bisexual, did everyone do it together, how many times in one night did I get fucked, and on and on. The more I answered the more excited Em became, only at the time I didn't know why. She already had told me she had leanings towards nymphomania just the way I did.

Come four o'clock on Friday, Em announced the official start of the weekend. She also announced that she had another job that I was invited to attend while she worked. Her revelation and invitation surprised me since I would have expected that long before she would have mentioned having a second job, but soon after I understood. 

Apparently, as I might have expected of my pretty Hollywood friend, she had a part in a movie and would be shooting some of the scenes that evening and over the weekend. She invited me to watch, but I could tell by her hesitation that there was something deeper she wasn't telling me.

While we were driving in her car to where the filming would take place, Em elaborated on the film she had a major role in. She haltingly said, "Errr, Sheila, the movie I'm appearing in is an adult film. You don't have to come if that shocks you, just please don't mention it around work."

I jerked my head around to study Emily. She was serious. "You mean you do porn? You make porn flicks?"

Em blushed. "Well, yeah. Some of them are quite artistic, however. The guy I work for is more of an artist than the wham-bam-thank-you-mam directors in the industry. I mean what I said, you don't have to come or watch. You could take my car and prowl around LA, or even take the car back to my apartment; I'll give you a key. I can catch a ride back later." Em sounded defensive.

I responded with enthusiasm, "Oh, hell, you bet I want to watch. I told you I'm obsessed with sex. Now I suddenly know a real live porn star. My circle - the people I live with - will be so impressed. How long have you been doing this? How many films have you done? What do you do - do you have limits? Do you do anal - women - gangbangs - group?" I suddenly had almost as many questions in the hour drive as she'd asked about my lifestyle.

After that initial awkwardness and with my encouragement, Em relaxed and she started to regale me with how she got into the adult entertainment business and the scope of what she'd already done.

I listened with great enthusiasm for what I was about to hear and see.

Em told, "I started with an old boyfriend about four years ago. He'd been asked if he and his girlfriend - me - would make a half-hour porn film. It'd be a day's work, and he'd make $250 and I'd make $1,000. I was in debt up to my ears, so I said OK. The director-producer liked me, and offered me the opportunity to make even more money doing more explicit films - some longer, feature length films that had some kind of a plot to them. I said 'yes' to that too, and so evenings and weekends I started to fuck my ass off on film - occasionally at first, but now the work is steadier and I have a name and growing reputation. My stage name is Pam Peters."

Em paused and looked at me to be sure I was OK with her disclosure. I urged, "Go on, this is fascinating."

"Well, that boyfriend and I broke up for other reasons shortly after that first film, but I continued in the new job, keeping the museum thing going as well. I've done about twenty full-length films now and a bunch of shorter videos, and I'm pretty good at it. I'm a good actress because I like the sex and the other actors - men and women whom I work with."

I asked, "I thought you had to be eighteen or nineteen, have double-D's, and love to be double penetrated."

Em laughed as she drove into a nice neighborhood, "There's some truth to that. I'm a D cup - not double D; I don't mind a DP - you may see one tonight; and on the age thing there are men and women of all ages in this game. If you're good and command a following, you can be any age. I met Nine Hartley once, and she's in her late forties or early fifties I think, and she's still going strong. Others over forty include Brandi Love, Julia Ann, and Lisa Ann, plus there are many others. The baby boomers all love mature porn and they have money, so any age is the right age in this business. I'm twenty-eight so I have a long way to go yet. I'm lucky that like you, I look younger than my age. Heck, I still get carded."

Before I could ask any more questions, we pulled up in front of a beautiful home in the hills north of LA. The house was huge. Em explained, "Wes, the director, told me he rented the house to shoot the films in. In my first job in porn if the owner was nice and handsome they may let him appear in part of the film, thus he'd get to fuck someone like me." She gave me a Cheshire cat grin as we stopped.

We just walked in the front door, and beyond the large marble foyer was a beehive of activity in the living room. Two guys were setting up various floodlights to illuminate the sofa and coffee table area. Another had a rack of audio equipment on a cart he was tinkering with. Another man and woman had a table spread out with various photographic equipment - cameras, flashes, and various lenses. One guy walked around making requests of the others. He stopped and came over.

Em greeted him with a hug. "Wes, this is my friend Sheila. She's from Boston and visiting, so I thought I'd show her my part-time job." She smiled warmly.

The man leaned in a kissed Emmy, and then extended his hand to me, "I'm Wes Endicott, nice to meet you. Just try to stay out of the way." He thought for a moment and then explained in a professional manner, "Shooting adult films is very different from regular Hollywood fare. Those films are made up of many short film sequences; in some movies the longest might only be a minute or so. In adult films we just start the cameras and let them capture whatever action is going on. Anything we don't like we edit out later. If something great happens we'll try to do a retake, but sometimes that's not possible - for instance, after a great orgasm or cum shot. Great films often depend not only on actors, but also on the director/editor and the cameramen." He gestured to the couple assembling their camera gear.

I nodded and smiled at Wes. He was cordial and instantly likeable. He wasn't autocratic with the crew, and obviously knew what he was doing on all fronts.

After Wes wandered off to attend to some detail on the set, Em explained, "My first couple of directors did pretty crude videos - some might say 'raw.' I learned that Wes did artier stuff so I went out of my way to meet him and make myself available. We liked each other, and now he's the only guy I'll work with."

Em introduced me to some of the others in the room, and I was surprised at how nice everyone was. Somehow I'd come to associate toughness, booze, and drugs with this industry, but that wasn't what I found there. If you'd met any of these people under other circumstances, you'd have no idea they were in the adult entertainment, and you'd want to be friends with them.

The last person I met was a pretty woman in her fifties named Nancy who did makeup and odd jobs around the set. Em stripped off her clothes, apparently thinking nothing of being nude in the midst of the film crew. She sat in a chair, covered herself with a sheet, and then Nancy went to work on her hair and makeup.

Em is a short, sweet, and booby brunette, yet she has a natural innocence about her that gives her 'girl next door' sex appeal. I could imagine that her pert, sexy innocence would appeal to many men who fantasize about fucking someone with that inexperienced and guileless look. 

What made Em particularly noteworthy was that she was stacked or had a rack or whatever else it is that guys say about a girl with large, firm, natural breasts that were oversized for the rest of her body. Em was definitely a pert D-cup. She also had beautiful areolas: reddish-brown tipped with sexy nipples that even I wanted to suck on after seeing them. Balancing off the breasts, she had a nice ass - the kind that men like to walk behind and watch sway as the girl walks.

While Nancy was working on Em, a swarthy American-Hispanic male with a couple of impressive tattoos on his arms suddenly appeared. He pulled up another chair, and then proceeded to strip his clothes off too. He talked to Nancy, "Sorry I'm late. Traffic on the 610 was more of a mess than usual."

Before he sat, he greeted Em with a quick kiss. She introduced him to me as I sat nearby, "Carlos, meet my friend Sheila. She's a winner and visiting to watch us shoot today."

Carlos politely greeted me, apparently thinking nothing of the fact that he had just gotten stark naked, and I was demurely dressed for work in a conservative museum.

I gawked at Carlos' flaccid cock - about eight or nine inches of man meat that would probably swell considerably when Em excited him into action. I felt a little jealous of her right then and desirous of a hard fuck with Carlos. I hadn't had any action for four days and that was a record for me.

Carlos wrapped a towel around his waist after allowing me ample gawk time. He smiled at me because I'd been so obvious about staring at his manhood. Even Em caught me and winked.

Nancy said to Carlos, "I did Kurt a few minutes ago. When did you shave?" I'd been introduced to Kurt earlier and had noted that he'd been wearing a robe.

"About three o'clock."

"Good. Any stubble around your cock?"

Carlos laughed, "You can check if you want, but I think I got it all."

Nancy snickered, "I might have to do just that." She went back to carefully applying blue eye shadow on Em.

Em read my puzzled expression. She explained, "The guy's cocks look bigger if they don't have pubic hair, plus they show up better on film, so most directors prefer that the men shave off their pubic hair. It's pretty much the same for the women, although most of us leave a little landing strip or tuft of hair to highlight or point to our sex."

I nodded.

Em added, "You might also be curious why we get naked right after arriving. The answer is that we don't want any marks from the elastics in our underwear or bra straps to show up in filming. Sometimes it takes a half hour or more for them to disappear." 

"Oh."

Nancy volunteered, "We're trying to give Em more of an innocent look today, and then when she gets nailed by Kurt and Carlos, it'll be a monumental first for her character. In case you haven't seen her do it, she does the goody-goody two-shoes act on camera really well."

Em proudly said, "It's my specialty or shtick - being all innocent and all. I did a gangbang last year with another gal, and I was the highlight of the film because of the way I acted. I pretended every cock was a first, and then they double and triple teamed me, it was like a religious experience for the little girl in the video. Wes tells me it's one of the distributor's best sellers."

I commented, "The makeup does make you look younger. Nancy is really good at this." As I stood assessing how Nancy had applied the makeup to Em's face, Nancy dabbed a little at my face, adding some rouge and eye shadow in just the right amount in only a couple of seconds so I looked younger and a little tarty.

As she dabbed at my face, Nancy said, "Thanks for the compliment. That's my job. The guys require a little less, just enough so their faces don't reflect the lights in odd ways. Powder usually takes care of that on them, sometimes on Em's body too, although often Wes likes the natural sheen of a long fucking session to come through, particularly if he's using back lighting. The customers don't focus too much on the men, except where they penetrate the girl in a film, so we don't need to be as careful with faces or bodies as the women." She dabbed a little powder on Em's nose, and then pronounced, "OK, Honey. I think you're done." She moved over to Carlos, and indeed she did check out his cock and pubic area, laughing as she grabbed ahold of his shaft and moved it around to check for stray hairs.

Nancy explained, "Wes likes close-ups of the fucking, and in the right light even a stray hair or two will show up so we check ... plus, this is the part of my job I like the most. I should volunteer to be a fluffer."

Carlos said, "Go right ahead, I need to puff up anyway."

Nancy leaned over and engulfed Carlos' cock in one gulp, completely going down on his shaft before pulling off. She grinned at Em and me, and said to no one in particular, "Thanks, I needed that." Carlos had obviously hardened some more and the low groan from his throat told me he liked Nancy's move.

Wes came over and chuckled, "You guys ready? I see Nancy got her cheap thrill of the day."

Carlos laughed and Em nodded. Nancy blushed.

As they walked to the set Wes said, "OK, we're going to pick up from where we left off last weekend. Em you were on your hands and knees on the sofa with Kurt in your mouth and Carlos in your pussy. This time as you move around expect the lighting to change so we can do some high contrast parts of the videos."




Sheila's Adventures in Adult Videos



Em moved to the beautiful white sofa and got on all fours. Carlos moved behind her, and Kurt, now naked, in front of her. Wes directed each of them to move slightly; apparently to match up with a snapshot or camera frame that he had from the prior weekend and held in his hand.

Wes continued, "We had some good footage of you guys in this position, so only give me about two or three minutes worth like this, then you two guys change places. As you menchange, I want you to roll over onto your back Emmy. Take Carlos down your throat that way and let him fuck your mouth, and Kurt you fuck her pussy, but watch that left hand of yours so you don't block the camera view of your cock going in her pussy. Also pull all the way out and re-penetrate several times every couple of minutes; whack her pussy with your dick too. Oh, and Em, use your fingers on your clit or grab ahold of Kurt, play with him, and then steer him into your cunt again. After about ten minutes I'll signal and then I want new positions all around, and remember lots of kisses and hot romantic looks."

Kurt and Carlos had been stroking their cocks and bringing them up to full potential. I was getting really horny at this point. The other thing turning me on was Emmy's sweet body. I'm bisexual and I could see myself doing something with her later if she were willing.

"ACTION." Wes' shout called the set to order. A boom microphone appeared about six feet over the actors, held by Jon the soundman who also wore headphones to monitor his work. There was really no formal dialogue for the scene. The men grunted and encouraged Em to fuck and eat cock, and Em moaned in satisfaction over being fucked and over having one of the best looking cocks in the state in her mouth.

I moved to stand with Nancy and a couple of the other members of the crew. I had a good view of Carlos' cock stroking in and out of Em's pussy. I could feel my own girl juice gushing from my cunt and soaking my undies. I preferred boy shorts as undies instead of a thong; I just couldn't get used to the butt floss on most thongs. The boy shorts were a little more absorbent too, but in this case that meant they'd be holding onto all my odiferous emissions. If we went anyplace later, people around me were apt to pick up the odor of a horny girl.

The filming went non-stop for about thirty minutes, and then Wes shouted, "CUT." He talked in a loud voice for everyone to hear, "That was a good take. Let me spot check the video and we'll pick up again in twenty or thirty minutes."

Ted and Ann - the two camera people, and Wes walked over to a large iMac computer. As Wes whipped a few commands into the keyboard, and the video crew connected their cameras to the back of the computer. After a minute, up on the screen came the past thirty minutes of video and sound. Ted, Ann, Em, Kurt, and Carlos looked over Wes' shoulder. Em gestured for me to come and look too, so at first I peeked in between bodies at the screen but then Em pulled me up next to her right next to Wes, and also next to her naked body. My god, I was horny. I could smell Emmy's sex and it turned me on even more.

I inadvertently bumped Wes with my boobs on his shoulder. I wondered if he could smell my sex odor. He just turned and smiled at me then went back to jumping through the video. Occasionally, he'd make a comment to his three actors, the camera crew, or make a note about lighting or sound. After reviewing the film from one camera, he switched over and did the same with the other camera that Ann had used.

The scenes showed up on the screen as erotic and sensuous, but not as crude fuck films, like some I'd seen. These had a certain appeal to my female sense of eroticism, yet they were also explicit and left little to the imagination. The backlighting and the use of lots of white linens on and around a white couch helped accent the actors and their sex acts.

The whole review had taken about fifteen minutes. Wes stood and everyone broke for a few minutes, stretching and limbering up for the next serious of shots.

Wes turned to me, "You ever think about doing anything like this. You have the look, you know?"

"The look?"

"Yeah. I think you'd be a natural just like Emmy is." He pointed at my chest, "I assume those are real?"

I smiled, "They are. C cup, if you must know - nothing to write home about. Emmy has the chest for this."

"You straight? Do you do women?"

I kept my smile, "Anything that's fun and that gives everyone pleasure. I don't do rough stuff, but I do enjoy a hard fuck once in a while. I'm really a very loving individual, but ... well, I'm not exclusive, and yes, I'm bisexual."

"You want to give it a try? Do you mind bareback? I assume you're clean?"

I absorbed what Wes had just asked me, actually getting excited for many reasons at the prospect of doing a porn video. "I like bareback if the guys have paper. I know I'm clean, but I didn't bring my recent check with me, and yes, it looks like fun. I'm so horny watching I thought I'd have to disappear and jill off during the next round of shots. I'd love to try."

Wes said emphatically with a smirk, "Oh, don't do that jill thing. Let us capture you on film ... maybe with Em, would that be OK?"

I nodded. Em stood beside me and looked pleased that I'd agreed to be in the film.

Wes talked to me about the scene we'd shoot next. He waved Em, Kurt, and Carlos over too. "Sheila, I want you to appear at that door to the patio, and then come in as though you want to watch close-up your friend get the fuck of her life from these two guys. Tiptoe and act sneaky, and try to keep the backlights out of the direct camera shot. I'll have Kurt turn to you, and pull you into a kiss and then start to strip you. Grab ahold of his cock as he does, and then drop down and suck on him too. Carlos will move to fuck Emmy. Do something sexy if either of the guys cum. After that just do what comes naturally until I say 'Cut.' Got it?"

"Yes, I think so. I'll try to be good. I've watched a lot of porn, so I think I know what you want."

Wes said, "Oh, and don't look at the cameras unless I tell you. Look at the person you're interacting with, look at their cocks or pussies or tits, stare into space, but don't look at the camera!" He was emphatic. "If you think of any emotions that you want to portray, think of being horny and in love with Em and the two guys."

I checked myself in a mirror Nancy had, and let her touch up my lip color, rouge, and eye shadow even more than she did before. She had a knack for make up and in two minutes I thought she'd made me look much sexier. I'd noted what she did so I could duplicate it in the future.

Wes went and talked to the videographers and soundman. He motioned for me to go outside, got everyone into position, and then shouted, "ACTION." I could even hear him outside.

I walked past the back of the house, peering in the windows. Ann's camera focused on me, and followed me as I crept in the patio door on tiptoe and stood watching Em get spit roasted. I peaked out from behind a column and then some curtains near the door.

Kurt then saw me, acted surprised, and gestured for me to come closer. I moved tentatively, and he extracted his impressive schlong from Emmy's pussy and came to me with his cock sticking straight out in front of him. I noticed his dick was covered in her cunt juices. He kissed me quite passionately several times, and if I hadn't been hot for sex beforehand, the kisses certainly warmed me up. I kissed back, and we quickly got to French kisses and tongue action. We both got into it. Acting horny and in love with this man was an easy task. Off to the side I heard Wes go 'Ahem,' so we went to the next stage.

Kurt started to undress me, and I reached down and grabbed ahold of his erection coated in Em's juices, and started to pump it back and forth. We both moaned a little, and then were kissing again and again, and I was swooning. My god, I wanted this handsome hunk to fuck the daylights out of me until the end of time. As we kissed I forgot about the cameras, the boom mic, the stage crew, and even Em and Carlos who were going at it five feet away.

I helped Kurt strip me down, and then I leaned over an inhaled his long cock, getting every inch of it in my mouth and throat. I salivated all over him and made all sorts of drooling sounds, but best of all I enjoyed the taste of Emmy that I licked off his shaft. After a few minutes of my blowjob, I allowed him to pick me up and set me down next to Emmy's head on the sofa. Kurt dropped to his knees and buried his face in my dripping pussy.

After diving into my cunt with his mouth, he said, "Oh, Babe, you taste so good. I may stay here and eat you all night."

I was up for that. Kurt made me cum almost immediately I was so wired for this. The second and third orgasms arrived after that about a minute or two apart. I was only vaguely aware of a camera focusing on my face as I came. I knew I was moaning, but that was normal.

After my third orgasm, I said to Kurt, "Let me do you. I want to suck you like you've never been sucked before. Blowjobs are one of my special skills, but before I do, would you dip you wick into my friend one more time."

Kurt nodded, and Carlos moved to give him access to Emmy's pussy. Kurt plunged into her cunt a few times and then relinquished her cute body back to Carlos. He brought his wet shaft to me.

I had his entire shaft down my throat in seconds. He tasted divine; most of the taste was Em's pussy. I'd definitely have to come on to her later. She tasted delightful, and then I inhaled the aromas around me: my own sex, Em's, and I guess Kurt's and Carlos' odors too; the combination was intoxicating and made me want a lot of cock in my pussy.

As I turned on all my sensors, I also became aware of some light jazz playing softly in the background. There was also a romantic candle burning on the coffee table. It made the whole scene really sexy and erotic in a special way. 

Except for Steve, my serious boyfriend who I shared with my 'sisters,' Kurt had the largest cock I'd run into in both length and girth. Never one to shirk a challenge, I ate him up like a ripe banana. 

Soon, Kurt said to me, "Baby, you're going to make me cum real soon if you keep that up. I always thought I could be in control, but you've blown that theory out of the water. You are the best - the way you use your tongue on my balls and glans, the suction at just the right point, and the way to bring your hands into play are all 'A' rated."

I smiled up at him as I made a last lunge down his entire shaft until my nose was buried in his pubes. I pulled off of him rapidly, his exiting cock actually making a 'pop' sound as it left the suction of my mouth.

I smiled up at Kurt, "Now it's time for you to fuck me really hard. I want every inch of that cock inside me right now - every last fucking inch, and when you're ready I want you to dump about a gallon of cum inside my hot little pussy ... so much cum that I want it leaking out of me for the next week. Come on, make me your cum slut."

I lay back and spread my legs. I saw the girl with camera zoom in on my twat, but a few seconds later she was zooming in even closer as Kurt's long cock slowly slid into my hot drippy pussy. I moaned in lust and contentment as he bottomed out inside me. 

"Oh, that feels so good. Fuck meeeee!"

Kurt said, "Oh, Baby, we're both going to fuck you. If you like me, you'll love Carlos." 

Kurt started to stroke back and forth into my pussy at a steady pace, the camera moving nearby to capture each stroke. He also reached forward and pawed at both of my breasts. I was making slight squeaking noises on each of his in-strokes.

After about two minutes, Carlos said to Kurt, "Hey, man, I'd like to tap that blonde pussy. How about switching?"

Much as I'd pulled off of his cock with my mouth, Kurt yanked his cock from my pussy so fast I thought I heard a little 'pop.' I almost came from that one move.

I looked up as Carlos appeared between my legs. He bent down and sucked on my labia for a minute, using his fingers to stroke my clit and finger me, and then suddenly he rose up and stabbed his long cock into my cunt. I jerked with a tinge of pain and a lot of pleasure. Kurt was already fucking Emmy. The men showered us with kisses and tongue-to-tongue action.

Carlos fucked me at twice the speed that Kurt had, actually flipping me over after a couple of minutes so he could fuck me from the back doggie style as Kurt did Em next to me the same way. Once in a while Carlos would swat my ass in a dominant gesture.

I became vaguely aware of the two of them switching back and forth a few times until I wasn't sure whose cock was penetrating; it was all just wonderful.

I leaned over and kissed Em, and she kissed back with her tongue searching out the far corners of my mouth. We both panted in passion to each other.

Carlos leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You good for a creampie?"

I nodded, and seconds later he screamed, "Oh, my god, she's got the hottest pussy in town and it's making me cum in buckets."

I could feel the surges of Carlos' hot cum squirt in eight huge surges into my quim as he made his final slams into my body. He milked out the last few jets right at the entrance to my vagina, and then he backed away as Ted, the cameraman, rapidly closed the space so he could video my leaking cunt. Carlos started to kiss me some more.

I'd seen enough porn films to know I needed to stay in one place and allow gravity to pull the cum from inside me to where the camera could watch it dripping onto the sofa.

Beside me, Kurt had blasted a gallon of cum into Emmy, and she too was frozen in position. When Kurt extracted his cock, Ann focused her camera on Em's leaking cunt.

I rose slightly and with one hand I squeezed my mons and surrounding pussy in hope that it would force some of the white sticky fluid to my opening. It worked. Emmy watched me and duplicated the move for the other camera.

Before anyone could do or say anything further, I leaned over and kissed Emmy again. I said loudly, "I want to suck that cum from your pussy while you do me."

I heard a gasp from the film crew, but Em clearly liked that idea, and ten seconds later we were in a sixty-nine on the sofa with my dripping cunt over Emmy's mouth as I energetically lapped at the white fluid Kurt had left in her seeping from her pussy.

We ate each other's pussies and cum for about ten minutes, and then pulled around until we were side by side with our arms around each other and our hands feeling each other's tits. The two men sat down next to us and stroked our bodies. We kissed and then smiled at the cameras and waved goodbye.

"CUT."

Wes came up to us, "That was the hottest sex scene I've every filmed - the foursome was perfect, the blowjobs spectacular, and your little lesbian thing at the end is truly off the charts and I'll have to think long and hard about how to top that." He took a deep breath and went on, "Further, I don't think I want to edit one second out of the whole hour you guys were messing around."

I exclaimed, "Wow! We did that for an hour. It went by awfully fast."

Em said with a catch of awe in her voice, "I think I came about a dozen times." She was standing between Kurt and Carlos, so she leaned up on tiptoe and kissed each of them to say thanks. She then came over and planted a kiss on my lips too.

Wes turned to everyone, "I'm buying dinner down at Shannon's Bar and Grill, any takers?"

I realized I was hungry. It was about nine o'clock now and across the swimming pool in the backyard the sky was beautiful with the last of the sunset. The view from the house was awesome. I raised my hand after checking in with Emmy, who also wanted some nosh. A couple of others on the crew indicated they were coming too.

Six of us went to a nearby pub for dinner and drinks, although there had been some beer and wine on the set. Besides Wes, Em, and me, Ted and Ann - the videographers, and Jon the soundman came to dinner. We had a great discussion, about doing adult films, the whole Hollywood movie scene, and everyone's other, regular job. They each did the adult stuff for pleasure and a little extra money.

As we left the pub about ten-thirty, Wes said, "Anyone want to come back to the house for drinks and maybe to mess around. It is Friday and I assume no one has to jump up early tomorrow morning to go to work."

Em squeezed my hand and whispered to me, "Let's go. Wes is really good in the sack." She looked so eager, and I still had hopes of some more exclusive time with my new best friend.

Ted, Ann, and Jon indicated they wanted to go too, so we caravanned back to the large house. 

Wes immediately got everyone a drink, and then sidled up to me. "Sheila, you are a natural in this business. Could I convince you to do a couple more films over the next few days? I'm also hoping you'll sign the release so we can use all the material we shot earlier. I didn't even think about that then, you were making me so hot."

I smiled. I could see the lump in his pants indicating he was still 'hot.' Before I could speak, Em came to my side, "Wes, I suppose you're going to make it worth her while, and I want to be on screen when she is, after all she is my friend ... and I want to do more scenes with her."

Wes leaned over and kissed Em, "Of course you're included, darling. You're my favorite porn queen - you're my favorite all around." He turned to me and asked, "You here all weekend?"

I nodded.

He turned to the other three, "You guys up for working all weekend and doing a few more films? I promise good pay and relaxed working hours."

Everyone nodded or said yes.

Wes looked at me, "Then I guess you're hired."

In a low voice he turned back to me and Em, "I'll pay you five grand for today and the weekend." He turned to Em, "And you too, but this is really exceptional. I'm going to expect about twelve hours of some of the hottest stuff you've ever done between now and Sunday night. I'm going to call in other guys and gals too, certainly enough to film an erotic orgy as one of the videos. OK?"

We all nodded.

Wes smiled broadly, "Good, then let's celebrate. I love to party." Wes' last few words made me think he was about to drag out some drugs, but nothing like that happened. He was just a guy who enjoyed being around other people in a relaxed atmosphere he called a 'party.'

Wes did like to celebrate with his clothes off, and the rest of us joined him. The six of us relaxed by swimming around naked in the large pool. I found the atmosphere sexy in that the six of us were nude and in such close and obvious proximity to each other. I hoped for some further action, and wasn't disappointed.

What made the pool time unique is that Ann, Em, and I made the rounds of the three guys, making out with each guy for a few minutes before moving on. Making out included a lot more than just French kisses and hugs, we girls also had our tits sucked on and our pussies fingered. While that was going on, we were feeling and jerking the guys off. It was hot.

Eventually, Wes and I were making out. He said to me, "Can we fuck?"

"Please," I begged with a coy smile.

He swooped me up into his arms, and carried me up the stairs out of the pool, depositing me on one of the double chaises near the pool. He lay beside me, and after a few kisses, he dropped between my legs and started to eat me. Wes muttered, "Oh, this is some of the sweetest tasting pussy I've every had."

I snorted, "I bet you say that to all the girls."

He gave me a stern look that let me know he was serious. My serious boyfriend Steve and my other boyfriend Aidan had often told me the same thing so I thought, well, maybe I do have a great tasting pussy. When I got a taste of it second-hand I thought it was pretty normal.




Sheila's Adventures in Adult Videos



Em came up beside Wes as he ate me. She inhaled his cock, but not before Ted worked himself into her pussy with his long cock as she leaned over Wes with her ass in the air. Beside us on another recliner, Ann lay back with Jon eating her pussy as well.

We moved around a little. Wes ended up driving his cock into me, and Ted and Em went to the third chaise and started to fuck with her riding him in slow and sensuous cowgirl style as the two of them moaned their happiness and kissed. Ann and Jon started their intercourse too in the missionary position, but then Jon rose up so he could look down on her. There was enough light from the pool and inside the house that we could all see each other clearly. The patio soon filled with the sound of panting men and women, loud kisses, squeaks and groans, and the rhythmic slaps of body against body.

I heard Ann giggle. She said just loud enough so we could all hear, "OK, everybody, switch partners."

Wes kissed me, pulled out and moved over to Em's now empty snatch as Ted moved over to Ann. Em was on her hands and knees again, so he sank right into her doggie style and they were soon slamming into each other.

Jon came to me. He was good looking, had a square jaw, sandy blonde hair, and a cock with a curve in it that turned out to hit all the right places inside my pussy. He'd only taken about twenty strokes with the head of his cock hitting my G-spot, before I climaxed. Jon smiled at me, and gave me a passionate kiss, but he didn't stop. Because of that, he kept my orgasm going for another couple of minutes.

Ann peaked too with Ted, but I had the feeling they understood each other's bodies quite well.

Jon and I changed positions, and got about a minute into it when Ann urged us all to switch again.

I commented to no one in particular, "I like this - switching around. I've done it with the people I live with and some of the people in my swinger's group. Lots of orgasms usually result."

Ted and I made out for a couple of minutes. I could taste Ann's pussy on his lips and tongue. I asked, "Do you and Ann date, you seem like the two of you are an item?"

"Married ten years." He chuckled.

"There's more to the story, right?" I nodded to where Wes was making slow and obviously romantic love to Ann, his cock slowly entering and leaving Ann's warm sheath. The kisses they were sharing were far from just lusty; there was some real romance budding there.

Ted said, "Open marriage from the start, even while we were dating. From what Em told me at dinner, you too have an open relationship with somebody."

"Somebodies," I chuckled. "My two sisters, my lover Steve, and then there's Aidan and Matt, plus Steve's big client Jane, and a couple of other women, and then we're in a swinger's group. We all live together."

"You bisexual?"

"Couldn't you tell when I ate the cum out Emmy's cunt during the film shoot?"

Ted chortled, "I've seen lesbians that wouldn't touch a man fuck like champs in our movies, and gays going the other way too. Everything for a buck. So, no I couldn't tell about you and Emmy, but you two sure were hot. I had a hard-on the whole time; I'm sure glad I'm getting this time with you. I like you. Later, you, Em and Ann should put on a show for us.

"Oh, I'd like that. Ann is so nice. I got to talk to her at dinner a little." The enthusiasm in my voice must have also communicated my desire for his wife because he flashed me a huge smile in response.

Ann declared another switch and we rotated again, and then a few more times.

Jon was the first one out because of an orgasm. He came in Emmy, and I think she climaxed right with him too. The two of them were really close and making out like crazy. I knew from her comments at dinner that they knew each other from prior movies so this wasn't like a first date.

Ted got me next, declaring in a whisper that I was the best piece of ass he'd ever had other than Ann. I had the feeling that he'd had a lot too. Again, from the dinner conversation I'd heard that the camera people often participated with the 'stars' off camera just because everyone on the set ended up so horny.

Wes finished off in Ann, making a helluvah lot of noise in the process as he declared how wonderful his orgasm and ejaculation were to the rest of us. He was funny about it, and I had to laugh.

Everyone sort of collapsed back on the chaises and looked up at the night sky. After a few minutes I observed, "You know there are three pussies that are full of suckable cum right here on this patio. Girls, don't you think we should do something about that?"

Ann smiled at me in the dim light, and Emmy did too. Em said, "Daisy chain?"

"Exactly what I was thinking."

We pushed two of the chaises together and adjusted the mattresses so there wasn't a gap. Seconds after that, I was eating Wes' cum from Ann's pussy, she was sucking Jon's cum from Em, and Em was gobbling down Ted's cum from my dripping pussy.

We went on for quite a while, using suction, fingers, mouth, tongue, and lips to excite, stimulate, and bring each other to orgasm. 

I'm not sure whether it was the company, the alignment of the stars, or the physiology of each of us, but the three of us proved to be exceptionally multi-orgasmic that night. I got Ann up on a step where she was having a peak of some kind every couple of minutes. She was also gushing her lush nectar into my mouth as I gobbled away at her snatch and fingered her. I loved the way she tasted, but I hoped the neighbors couldn't hear her.

Moreover, Ann had really puffy labia, including the lips at the edge of her vagina that I could suck into my mouth. Her clit was swollen quite a bit, so much so that I could lightly grab it between my teeth or lips and flick my tongue over the end of it. When I did that a few times, Ann would explode and jam my head between her legs to get more of whatever I was doing.

As we daisy chained, Wes, Jon, and Ted sat on the other chaises and a chair lightly stroking their cocks. Initially, having all cum, they were pretty flaccid, but as we got into our sapphic encounter, I noticed that the guys got harder and harder again.

After about a half hour of intense pussy eating, during which we changed direction a couple of times in our chain, I said to my cohorts, "You know there are now three really hard, fuckable cocks sitting around us that look pretty useful if we put them in our pussies."

Em and Ann smiled, and then seconds later we were each being fucked by one of the guys. After we brought the guys off and again sucked the cum from each other's pussies, we all bedded down in a couple of the spacious bedrooms in the small palace that was also the porn set. I had ended with Wes' cum in my pussy, so I also ended up going to bed with him. 

To be continued



Sheila



Between my junior and senior year of college, I lived at my parents' summer home on one of the exclusive islands off the coast of Massachusetts. My family is pretty well off, and I had spent many a summer there.

It was a glorious July afternoon, but I was bored, thinking about all the attractions of the big city where my college was. There just wasn't much to do on the island, and I was too restless to enjoy it the way I used to. Throwing a Frisbee around with a few friends at the beach, I noticed a new girl coming out of the surf in a dripping, clinging bikini. Right away I realized what I really needed.

She had straight, light brown hair, bleached by the sun and hanging halfway down her back, liquid green eyes with long eyelashes, and the body of my dreams. Her breasts were firm and high. She had slim hips, a flat, tight tummy, and thighs that made my mouth water. I just stood there and stared as she approached. Maybe my mouth was hanging open or something, because she laughed as she introduced herself. Her name was Sheila. I dropped out of the game and followed her to her beach blanket.

She was younger – just out of high school. Talk seemed to come easily. She had a cute, girlish way of tilting her head to one side and then the other as she was making a point. Her overall attitude was upbeat, and she was no bimbo – our conversation went beyond small talk to politics and favorite novels. I learned that her parents were wealthier than my own. She was from an old, aristocratic Connecticut family, but she had not let her wealth or beauty go to her head.

Sheila said she had been going to a nude beach farther up the shore, but small airplanes keep buzzing that beach to get a look at her and the other sunbathers. I took advantage of that to turn the conversation toward sex, and she turned out to be remarkably candid on the subject. She was not a virgin, but she was still waiting for a guy who would treat her right. Apparently her sexual experience had all been in the backseat of a car, and her ex-boyfriend had usually been in a hurry or too rough, or both.

Incredibly, she told me all this while looking me straight in the eye. A few seconds later, she was running her fingers through my hair, exclaiming how curly it was. I had just taken off my baseball cap to hide the flagpole in my lap. It was clearly my move now, and I took the chance: "Let me make love to you," I said. "Long and slow."

"Where?" she replied, without hesitation.

By a stroke of luck, my uncle had a fishing shack back in the dunes. He hardly ever used it, but a few weeks earlier, on the mainland, he had asked me to fix a broken window there.

"Follow me," I said, standing up and taking Sheila's hand in mine. We walked for about 20 minutes through the dunes, stopping every so often to kiss, each time more passionately than the last. Finally, I slid my hands underneath her swimsuit to squeeze her round little ass and pull her pubis against my rock-hard erection. Then, because I knew the shack was just over the next dune, I took her hand and we ran the rest of the way. She was giggling.

I didn't have the key to the padlock on the front door, but it was easy to unhook the shutters, reach in through the broken windowpane, and unlock the window. It opened easily. I boosted Sheila up, then climbed in after her. The shack was dark, so I opened the shutters and window on the other side, too. There was that musty smell of a place that has been neglected for years. It was only one room, with a chair, an old dresser with a kerosene lamp on it, and a double bed.

Sheila immediately stripped off her suit. I did the same, and the old springs creaked as we lay down together, smiling. I wanted to show her how delicious slow lovemaking can be, but it was all I could do to hold back. Lying on our sides, we began to kiss and stroke each other. As I ran my hand down her back, she slid her tongue into my mouth and snuggled closer. We were both breathing fast as my hand continued down and over those two round hills of her ass, then to the back of her knee. On the way back up, I slid my hand around to the front of her hard thighs and let one eager finger dip into her crotch. There I felt the silkiest pubic hair ever, and just the outer lips of the hot, slick purse between her legs. She was ready! My penis was twitching.

Just then, she rolled over onto her back, and I continued our deep kissing while my hand began to explore the contours of her supple young breasts. They were tightening up, and I moved my mouth down to a small pink nipple that was already hard. Gentle sucking produced a long moan from Sheila, and as my adventurous hand slid down her suntanned tummy to her cute, spongy mound, her knees came up and open in a single motion. Immediately the odors of suntan oil, sweat, and dust were eclipsed – the small room was filled with that wondrous marine smell of the aroused female.

Her pussy was red-hot and very wet. As I gently fondled her sweet vulva, she arched her back. When my grateful fingers entered her slippery wetness, her moans grew louder. Her eyes were closed.

I moved to the end of the bed and began to lap at the honey between her legs. "Yes," she whimpered. Her head started thrashing about, and her breathing grew heavier. She raised her pelvis to me, and I increased the pace of my licking and nibbling. She tasted heavenly. She squirmed, attempting to line up her clitoris with my tongue. After avoiding it for a while, I took that slippery button in my lips and started to suck, flicking it with my tongue every so often. Simultaneously, I ran my hands up her sides and lightly pinched her nipples. She went wild. A powerful orgasm ripped through her body; she bucked three times, screaming, "Oh...Oh...OH," then started trembling. Her thighs locked against my ears. I was still pinching her nipples. The trembling lasted so long that it made me think of electroshock therapy.

"Oh my GOD," she said, when the orgasm finally subsided and she had caught her breath. Her legs fell open again. A cool ocean breeze wafted through the room. Her thankful eyes sought mine; my head was still between her legs.

"Come in me," she whispered, reaching out to pull me up.

I slid my penis in slowly as I lowered my lips to hers. Her vagina was tight, but so hot and wet that it was no problem to inch my way in. Although it will not be news to male readers, I just have say here that the first entry into a new pussy is a true glimpse of the divine. I had never felt so alive.

Sheila made a growling sort of sound as I began to stroke slowly in and out. I knew I wasn't going to last long. After a minute or two, I grabbed her darling little ass with both hands. My stroking turned to pumping, then to pounding. Her legs came up around me, and her hands slid down my back. I licked her salty neck and nuzzled her sweet-smelling hair, pounding, pounding. Her eyes and her mouth were open wide with a look of rapture. Her whole face was flushed.

Sheila's eyelids began to flutter. She gripped me tighter with her arms and legs, and then her trembling started again. I came with a long, loud groan, and our orgasms fed each other – the intensity was incredible as her vagina contracted again and again, pumping my penis for every drop of cum. We hugged each other tightly as we rode out the last of the involuntary twitches. Then I drew back my head and we smiled at each other. It was that tender time of afterglow. We kissed and nuzzled some more, then sank into a nap. Both of us were drained.

When we awoke, hot and sweaty, the kissing started again, and Sheila's fingers began to explore my body. She took my penis in her fingers and gently stroked the underside, near the head. Bingo – another erection. She said it was beautiful. She lowered her mouth and began to suck me. I pulled her hips around and over my head, and that sweet pussy was mine again. We literally gobbled each other up – licking, sucking, bucking – and we came together again with torrential orgasms. We were in awe of the power we had to give and receive pleasure, and we showed our appreciation in every way we could think of.

It wasn't easy for us to part that evening, but we both had to get home. We agreed to meet at the shack again the next morning. Needless to say, I wasn't bored again all summer.



Sheila



NOTE: This story is set in the World of Civero. 

ONE

"There must be some mistake," said Kevin told the representative standing before him. "I didn't ask for this." He cocked his thumb at the young demihuman woman who had been presented to him. The young woman bowed her head, looking even smaller as she stood in the large office.

"I assure you, sir, do not let her small stature mislead you," said the other man, giving Kevin a warm smile. "She is quite strong and nimble. And her smaller size will make it easier to house her."

"Easier to get underfoot, too."

"She also won't require as much food."

Kevin eyed the young demihuman woman thoughtfully. She was a Rouccuan of the more feline persuasion, with a cat-like tail, ears, and eyes, and a jaguar-patterned coat of short, fine fur over her body. Kevin noted that her fangs and claws had been surgically removed. The Rouccuan kept her gaze lowered, but kept sneaking glances upwards at her prospective buyer.

"You're sure she speaks Ashi?" said Kevin.

"Quiet well," said the man. "See for yourself."

Kevin stood tall before her, his arms crossed. "What is your name?"

"Sheila," the girl said, looking up at him. Her voice carried a heavy accent, but she spoke the language with proper sentence structure, at least. "At least, that's the name I picked when I came here. Back home, I—"

"Whatever," said Kevin. "You're good with nursemaid duties?"

"Yes," said Sheila. "I was one of the sitters for my tribe back home, even before I reached womanhood."

"Well, this particular person is not a child," said Kevin. "He's a grown man. More cooperative in some ways, but more trouble in others. Do you think you can handle it?"

"I am certain I can," she said.

Kevin sighed and leaned in close. He cupped her chin in his hand and forced her gaze up, locking eyes with her. Sheila swallowed nervously, but didn't shrink down. Kevin sighed again, as if exasperated, and turned to the man. "You're sure you don't have a more... capable model?"

"Sir, at the price range you gave me, you're lucky you can afford her," he said. He quickly added, "Not that she isn't a good deal! Certainly, she will tend to your needs as you see fit."

Kevin snorted, and stood tall again. "She's not for my needs." He presented a wad of cash. "Fine. I'll take her."

"Excellent," said the man. "If you'll come this way, we can get the paperwork filled out."

Sheila let out a breath, half-way between relief and nervousness. On the one hand, she was happy to have finally been chosen for ownership. If she had to spend another week in the immigrant camp, she was going to go stir crazy. On the other hand, well, this particular buyer didn't seem all that friendly.

Course, she'd take unfriendly over spending every night back home wondering if she was going to wake up with her skull smashed in by an enemy tribe.

For the next hour, she sat, fiddling with the hem of her simple dress, swishing her tail back and forth, as her new owner, "Kevin," went through all the legal processes necessary to purchase a demihuman for live-in employment. She tried reading a few of the magazines in the waiting room, but their shallow content was of little interested to her. Finally, Kevin returned, and motioned for her to follow. Obediently, she jumped up and walked behind him. He was silent as he went to an old pick up truck, and motioned for her to get inside.

"May I inquire as to my exact duties?" said Sheila.

"You're going to help my brother, Matthew. You will be his attendant and nurse maid. Around the clock."

"I see," she said.

"I have to warn you, he's not going to like it," said Kevin.

"Why not?"

"He hates demihumans."

Sheila blinked. "I see. Is this going to be a problem then?"

"Probably. But if you gives you trouble, I'll set him straight." Kevin gave her a hard look. "But rest assured, if you give him trouble, I will end you. Got it?"

Sheila glanced him over. Kevin was a large man, well muscled; if he attacked her, he would certainly give her a fight. But she'd killed bigger beasts than him back home. Of course, that was back when she still had her claws.

"If he doesn't like the idea of a demihuman helper, why did you buy me?"

"You're all we can afford," said Kevin. He glowered. "Matthew was in an accident. He lost both legs and his right arm. His left arm is semi-palsied. He can't use it for much. Can barely feed himself. Can't even write very well. He needs someone there to take care of him. Me, I'm stuck supporting the both of us. I made a decent living, and we have a small stipend from the government, but..." he trailed off, and his features softened a bit.

"I see," said Sheila.

Kevin's features hardened again and he kept his eyes on the road. "I work long shifts at the factory. I can't be there for him all day. I can't afford to hire regular medical help, not at the hourly rates they charge. And we sure as hell can't afford the prosthetics or organ regeneration."

"But I'm more affordable?" said Sheila.

"You fucking better be," said Kevin. "We blew the little savings we had left on you. From here on out, you eat what we can provide, and use the utilities we can afford. That's all you get."

"Alright," said Sheila.

Kevin gave her a glance. "You disappointed? We're not rich. We're not one of those politicians who want to buy a demihuman to parade around at parties or for some PR as a humanitarian."

"I don't care," said Sheila. "I just want to work and live here. Speaking of which, I guess I should ask, what, specifically, will I need to do for him? Without his limbs... well..."

"I'm expecting you to be his muscle," said Kevin. "He can feed himself a little with his arm, type on a keyboard. But that's about it. You'll have to pick him up and carry him, push his wheelchair, dress him, undress him, bathe him, wipe his ass if he needs it. Basically he's an 80 pound baby, who can hold a conversation."

"I see," said Sheila. "That sounds difficult."

Kevin blinked and gave her a baleful look. "You saying you can't do it?"

"Oh, no, I mean, I can't imagine how hard it must be on him. And you." Sheila looked to the floor. "On Zoaheim, he would have been killed. Put out of his misery. The tribe could not afford such weakness."

Kevin grit his teeth. "We're not like you savages. Here, we humans with a sense of decency."

"Well, it's a matter of resources," said Sheila. "On Zoaheim—"

"We're not on Zoaheim," said Kevin, darkly. "We're in Hylan. We don't throw people to the curb just because they're injured. We give people a chance here."

"Forgive me, I don't mean to insult you," said Sheila. Kevin just glowered again. "I mean, um, forgive me, Master."

Kevin sighed and waved her off. "You don't have to call me that," he said. "Like I said. We're not savages."

Sheila nodded and decided silence was the best option. She would learn more when she reached their home.

TWO

Kevin and his brother lived in a more rundown section of the city, in a series of slab homes in a subdivision that had lost its luster at least a decade ago. Many of the houses looked on the worn side. When Kevin they arrived at Kevin's domicile, Sheila noted how unkempt the yard was. It had been hastily cut, but weeds had choked out the small garden in the front, and tall grass still lined the fence and the edges of the house. 

"Mas—I mean, Kevin, would you also like me to do your yard work?" she said.

Kevin glanced around. "Um... we'll see. Matthew's your priority."

"Of course," she said.

Kevin paused at the door and took a long breath.

"Are you alright?" said Sheila.

Kevin swallowed. "This might... this might get ugly."

"Does your brother hate demihumans that much?" said Sheila.

"He got attacked by some as a kid," said Kevin. "A little gang of them had formed in the neighborhood, led by a female Rouccuan, like you. Roughed him up pretty bad when he went into their territory." He turned to her. His large frame loomed over her; she barely came up to his chest. "Whatever he does or says, do not hurt him."

"I promise," said Sheila. "I do not wish either of you harm. I just want to serve you."

Kevin snorted. "I doubt you want to."

Sheila frowned. "Well. I want to do what I have to do survive. And not end up back in Zoaheim."

"Guess they don't call it the Forbidden Continent for nothing."

Sheila nodded and shivered slightly at the memories. "An apt word. Trust me, nothing your brother can say or do is going to hurt me."

Kevin sighed again. "Alright. Just let me go in first. Wait here." He came in through the door. Sheila waited patiently on the small concrete square that could generously be called the "porch." After a moment, she heard some shouting. Then some more shouting. Finally a crash. Sheila frowned. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. She glanced around and noted there were several neighbors looking at her. The old man, sitting under a sun-umbrella in his front yard, was actually gaping at her a little. The looks were not exactly friendly ones.

Sheila lowered her head and kept her tail tucked between her legs, as if she could shrink herself out of sight. Not that she was ashamed. It was an instinctive defense maneuver; shrink yourself down, and you looked less meaty, and hence less appetizing, to the monsters storming your tribe's camp.

Finally, the door flew open and Kevin, a little red faced, said, "He's not happy about you. Dropped himself on the floor trying to roll away from me."

"Maybe we shouldn't do this," said Sheila. "You've got three days to return me."

"No," said Kevin. "I'm going to make this work." He paused and took a breath. "Alright, come on."

Sheila stepped into the house, catching a light, but distinct scent of body odor and stale food. The door opened into a messy living room and kitchen. There, on the floor, was a young man with only stumps for legs, a stump for a right arm, and a thin, trembling left arm. He glared at her with his icy blue eyes, his unkempt blond hair giving him a wild look.

"You stay the hell away from me," said Matthew.

"Shut up," said Kevin. "You don't get a choice in the matter. She's all we've got."

"I don't want her touching me," said Matthew.

"Get over it, you fucking baby," said Kevin. He went over to Matthew and hauled him up under his shoulders, setting him on the couch. "Now listen," he said. "She's going to be your assistant. Starting tomorrow, I need to go back to work, and I can't just leave you unattended all through my shifts."

"Why can't you just—"

"Because we can't afford it, remember? How many times have we been over this?"

Matthew glowered. Kevin leaned over him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Listen, brother. I love you, okay? And I want to help you any way I can. And right now, this is the best I can do. You think I'm happy about this? You think I want this freaky cat-thing in our house?" He hooked a thumb at Sheila, who frowned, but said nothing.

Matthew slowly shook his head as he looked from her to his brother. "That's right," said Kevin. "I don't. But I'm also not going to let that get in the way of taking care of you. So, the least you could do is grant me the same courtesy. Understood?" Matthew slowly nodded his assent.

Kevin stood up, letting his brother go. "Alright." He turned to Sheila. "No offense. But this is how it is. Understood?"

"I shall serve as you need," said Sheila.

"Alright," said Kevin. "Well. I can't make you two get along or anything. But, sit down, try and talk a bit. The sooner we break the ice, the better." Kevin motioned to a chair next to the couch, then went into the kitchen to get some drinks.

Sheila sat in the chair, and looked at Matthew, who just glowered at her before looking away. "Um... my name is Sheila."

"I didn't ask," said Matthew.

"Alright. Well, just so you know, for when you need to call me for something."

"I don't need or want your help. And I'll call you what I like, you mangy bitch."

Sheila tapped her chin in thought. "Hmm... if you want a proper Rouccuan insult to call me, I recommend grunta. It's a type of parasitic worm that gets in your gut and rots your intestines from the inside out. Metaphorically, a 'grunta' is someone who is a severe detriment to the tribe."

Matthew gawked at her, thin grimaced. "Well, aren't you a wordy little bitch."

"Matt!" yelled Kevin, coming back inside. He had a cup of orange juice, a cup of water, and a bottle of beer. The orange juice was in a large mug with a lid, and a long tube coming from the top. He set it in the couch next to Matthew, propped between two pillows. Matthew gripped the tube and held it to his mouth, using it as a long straw. 

"I'd rather you beer me," he muttered.

"Beer ain't healthy for you," said Kevin. "Doesn't do much for you attitude, either." He took a swig of his bottle, then handed Sheila the water. "Didn't know what you liked."

"Thank you," said Sheila. Then she blinked as Kevin leaned close.

"Don't antagonize him. I know he's going to be difficult, but that isn't helping."

"Sorry," said Sheila. "Sorry, Matthew."

"I'll bet."

"Matt!"

"Whatever."

Kevin sighed, and sat on the couch on the other side of Matt. Sheila crossed her legs, and the three sat in silence for a while. Sheila noticed, however, that Matthew's gaze lingered on her legs. He caught her looking and immediately scowled, making an annoyed grunt, and flickered his gaze away.

"Alright, well," said Kevin. "Come on, guys. You're going to have to talk at some point. I'd rather be here for the first shitstorm."

"I suppose we should lay down some ground rules," said Sheila. "Is there anything you would prefer from me, Matthew, when I help you?"

"Don't touch me," said Matthew. "Don't look at me. Don't talk to me."

"That's going to be somewhat impossible," said Sheila.

"Don't think that doesn't piss me off," said Matthew.

"Matt—"

"Fine," he said. He jabbed a shaky finger at her. "Don't mess with our stuff. I catch you stealing anything, your ass is out of here."

"Your materials are of little use to me," said Sheila.

"Well, whatever. Don't touch me or talk to me unless you have to."

"Of course," said Sheila. That seemed to be about as far as the conversation was going to go. Kevin sighed, but gave up trying to get them to talk, and instead sat there while they had drinks. Sheila noticed, however, that Matthew kept glancing at her, and his eyes kept roaming over her body. She didn't confront him about it, but instead, re-crossed her legs, and let her dress hike up just a little bit. She tapped her foot in the air and her sandal slipped partway off.

Matthew swallowed, and out of the corner of her eye, Sheila could see him shift a bit. And then, she couldn't help but look when she noticed he was getting an erection. She looked at him and he met her eyes, then flushed slightly. Then, he scowled and said, "What are you looking at?"

"I was just wondering if you needed me to do anything yet," said Sheila. Her tail swished and Matthew's gaze slipped to it, and he swallowed. He forced himself to look away and huffed.

"I need you to go in the other room," said Matthew. Sheila looked to Kevin, who just shrugged, finally giving up. "Or outside."

"Come on," said Kevin, getting up. "I may as well show you the rest of the house."

"Hey, I need to go to my room," said Matthew. "I want to use the computer."

Kevin looked at Sheila and motioned to his brother. "Ladies first."

Sheila nodded and stepped up to Matthew. He stiffened, and his arm came up in an almost defensive gesture. "Hey, come on, just carry me yourself, bro."

"No," said Kevin. "This is what she's here for." Kevin crossed his arms and gave Matthew a hard look.

Sheila held out her arms, slipping them under Matthew's shoulders and buttocks. She easily cradled him like a child, and even though he was secured, Matthew reluctantly hooked his arm around her shoulders. Matthew swallowed nervously, but when Sheila looked at his expression, he scowled. She hefted him up with ease. Matthew wasn't heavy, exactly, but still weighed more than a young woman of Sheila's build would indicate. Kevin cocked an eyebrow at how easily she hefted him up, however. Rouccuan were said to be anywhere from three to five times as strong as normal humans, and it showed. She didn't even breathe heavy out of exertion.

Kevin led her to Matthew's bedroom, pausing at the bathroom door. "You need to go?"

"No," said Matthew, though his gaze lingered on the door.

"You sure?"

Matthew sighed. "Yeah, okay, I gotta pee," he said.

Kevin nodded. "Alright," he said. "May as well get this out of the way. I'll show you to help him in here."

"I believe I can managed," said Sheila. "I've assisted some elderly in this task."

"No, Kev, come on," said Matthew. He squirmed a bit in Sheila's arms. "I can do it myself."

"No, you can't," said Kevin. "Last time I left you in here by yourself, you shit your pants before you could get them off."

"But—"

"No buts!" Kevin smirked at the pun, and motioned to the door.

Sheila brought Matthew in, and Kevin decided to spare his brother the humiliation of having to bare himself in front of his sibling. Of course, baring himself in front of a strange beast woman wasn't much better.

Sheila pulled down Matthew's shorts, and made sure not to linger her gaze, positioning him on the toilet, and turning aside to give him privacy. It took him some time to get going, but finally, he did his business. However, even though Sheila didn't look at him more than necessary, she could feel Matthew checking her out.

"Fuck," he hissed, and Sheila glanced over to see he was getting an erection. She looked up at his face, but he turned, face red with shame. "Don't look at me!"

"I don't mean to cause you discomfort," she said. "But I should probably get you dressed now."

"Don't touch me! Just hand me my shorts!" Sheila complied and waited patiently for him to dress. The effort made his cock shrink, but he was still red faced. He just glared at her as she picked him up and carried him to his room, where a computer had been set up for use next to his bed. A bell was set on the desk in case he needed anything.

Leaving him to his own devices for now, Kevin and Sheila went back into the living room. "Kevin," she said. "Are you sure Matthew hates Demihumans?"

Kevin gave her a curious look. "Isn't it obvious he does?"

Sheila frowned, giving him a studious look. "I suppose it is," she said.

"Still, this is going better than I'd hoped," he said. "I was expecting a lot more screaming." He shrugged. "But, maybe he'll come around faster than I'd hoped. Anyway, I'll show you the rest of the house, and then I'll show you where the nearest grocery and pharmacy stores are."

THREE

Over the next two days, Sheila learned the routines. Carrying Matthew around the house, dressing and undressing him as needed, and fetching items for him. Matthew was mostly silent accept when he gave her orders. He vehemently protested against Sheila sleeping in his room, so they settled for setting up her cot inside the living room, and keeping Matthew's door open.

However, there was one task Sheila had not been called upon to perform, and which Matthew kept resisting. Eventually, however, at Kevin's insistence, it had to be done. Sheila had to give Matthew a bath; Kevin wasn't going to help him with this one anymore.

So, on the third night, while Kevin prepared dinner, Sheila drew the bath, and came into Matthew's room. He glowered at her as she sat down on the bed next to him. "Easier to remove your clothes here, I think," she said. Matthew shrank away from her as she reached for him, and she paused. "Matthew, I'm not going to hurt you."

"I don't want you looking at me!" he hissed. He knew better than to shout, as that would just bring Kevin back in to give him a lecture.




Sheila



"I know you're embarrassed, but you needn't be," said Sheila. "I have already seen your genitals." That brought a bright red blush to his face. "Your nudity does not bother me."

"Of course it doesn't bother you," he said. "You're not the one getting naked in front of a stranger!"

"Would you like me to be naked?" said Sheila. Matthew jumped at looked at her with a shocked expression. "If it would make us even, then I could be naked as well." She noticed a twitch in Matthew's shorts as his cock threatened to go erect. His blush deepened. Sheila cocked her head to the side and gave him a studious look.

"Wh-what?" said Matthew. "N-no! I don't want to see you naked! That's... that's gross!"

Sheila slowly nodded. "Alright," she said. "But I still need to help you with your bath."

Matthew's expression turned to angry frustration, and he sat up, pulling at his shirt. "Fine, damn it, lets get this over with." He pulled at his shirt. Sheila patiently waited for him to strip, not wanting to push things. After a minute of struggle, Matthew had managed to slip out of his shorts and underwear, and was just getting his shirt off. Sheila then went over and picked him up, holding him close. Matthew's blush had not abated, and as he settled into her arms, his cock grew semi-hard. Sheila didn't make a show of it, but she did glance a few times at his genitals. She noticed his balls were quite swollen. 

Perhaps that explained his horniness. She realized he probably didn't have the privacy, or good means to relieve himself of his male desires. Perhaps that was why he kept getting excited around her; Demihuman or not, she was still a female. She imagined it had been a very long time since he'd had sex of any sort.

As she settled him into the shallow water, positioning him so he could sit in the middle, she soaped up the washcloth for him and started running it over his chest. Matthew snatched it out of her hand. "I can do this myself!" he said. "Turn around!" Sheila complied, mostly. She did watch him out of the corner of her eye, so she could catch him if he lost his balance.

Matthew ran the washcloth over himself, but his arm couldn't reach everywhere. He had trouble reaching his back, and he couldn't really scrub himself too well. He sighed, and tossed the soapy cloth into the corner of tub.

"Would you like some help?" said Sheila.

"No!" he said.

"Well, I need to make sure you're clean."

"It's good enough!"

"You haven't even covered half your body. And you still need to rinse off more thoroughly."

"Fine," he said. He tossed the cloth at her. Sheila snatched it out of the air rather than let it splat wetly on her clothes. She then kneeled at the edge of the tub, dipped the cloth in the water, and started running it over Matthew's back.

Matthew sighed. Sheila could feel the tension in his muscles as she ran her fingers over him. She began to massage his back and neck a little as she washed him. She was not the most skilled at it, but she figured it had been some time since Matthew had been touched like this, if he ever had.

Matthew actually became lost in the moment for a minute, until he felt the cloth touch his genitals. Matthew's eyes flew open as his cock twitched, and he realized his erection had returned in full force. He looked almost entranced as Sheila gently washed him down there. She did not intend to stimulate him, moving the cloth efficiently over his loins. And yet, this was all it took. Matthew's body tensed and he let out a soft groan. Sheila barely had time to remove her hand before he shook, and a spurt of semen shot from his cock, hitting the wall of the tub. Matthew gasped, and Sheila turned away as he shivered in an orgasm. However, he groaned in frustration as her aborted touches left his climax ruined.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I tried to be careful. I'm sorry."

Snapping out of his haze, Matthew looked at her. He seemed uncertain how to react for a moment. Then he settled on anger. "Don't touch me, you fucking beast!" he screamed and her shoved her away with his arm. The arm was weak, but Sheila let herself be pushed back.

Kevin stormed into the room. "What is it? What's going on?"

"She's fucking molesting me!" shouted Matthew, covering himself with the wash cloth.

Kevin looked at Sheila and narrowed his eyes at her. She bowed her head, and her tail tucked between her legs. "I was just washing him, and he had an accident. I did not mean to make that happen."

"Accident?" said Kevin, eyeing her suspiciously. He went over to the tub and looked inside. He noticed the streak of white on the tub wall. "Oh, for—"

"She did that on purpose!" said Matthew, still red-faced.

"I promise you, I—"

"Shut up, both of you," said Kevin. "Matt, I'm sure she didn't mean it. Sheila, you damn well better not have meant it." Matthew opened his mouth, but Kevin cut his brother off, "Alright, I'll finish up here. This time." He turned to Sheila. "Go check on the stew."

Sheila nodded, and headed into the kitchen. She heard some more arguing, but eventually, things seemed to calm down. Eventually, Kevin brought a freshly clothed Matthew into the living room, setting up a table for him, before joining Sheila in the kitchen.

"Is he alright?" said Sheila.

"I'm going to have to keep giving him his baths," said Kevin, sighing.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I barely touched him, and he—"

Kevin blanched and waved her off. "Yeah, well, he hasn't gotten laid for like two years. And then after the accident he can't, you know, help himself very well."

"I see," said Sheila. "I shall be extra careful, then."

Kevin sighed. "Shame, really. Might calm him the fuck down some if he could just get his rocks off."

Inwardly, Sheila sighed. Human or Demihuman, men were still men. At least here in human society, men bothered to restrain themselves. She shivered as she remembered the last raid on her village, just before she'd managed to escape with her mother off the continent of Zoaheim. She'd been too young at the time to interest the men of the enemy tribe, but her mother...

Sheila still had nightmares in which she relived that night. She remembered how utterly helpless she'd been, her only defense being to savagely claw and bite at anyone who came near her. She'd been so scared and frenzied, she even bit one of her own tribesmen who had been trying to pull her to safety. He had dropped her, leaving her to fend herself against the raiders as she tried to find her mother. It had been a fool's errand; one of the raiders had taken her down in one hit. Small, weak, and helpless, it was a miracle she had lived through the night, much less managed to escape.

In his own way, Matthew was much the same. Trapped in a body that could barely do basic tasks, could not even walk, he probably felt backed into a corner every minute of the day. Anything that, even for a moment, reminded him of his vulnerability, anything that got him to drop his guard for even a moment, she could understand how infuriating that could be.

She took extra care to not irritate him that night. However, she noticed him glancing at her more often than usual, and he seemed a little more subdued.

FOUR

Another week passed without incident, and Matthew seemed to be calming down around her a little. Kevin was indeed absent all day, his job at the factory being a twelve hour shift, with an hour's worth of driving on top of that. Matthew tried to rely on her as little as possible, so ultimately, there wasn't much to do. Sheila had started straightening out and cleaning the house, but given its small size, this did not take too long.

In her down time, Sheila mainly occupied herself with reading the brothers' sparse collection of books. She was fluent in speaking Ashi, but not the best at reading it, so it was good education for her. On this day, she sat in the backyard, reading, sitting on the back porch swing. She was considering tending to the woefully decrepit flower beds, now choked out with weeds, when she heard a moan. She paused, her ears perking up. The porch swing was right next to the window leading to Matthew's room. The window was opened a crack so that she could hear the bell if he needed her.

As she listened, she heard another soft moan, and some heavy breathing. She turned and peaked through the window. Her eyebrows raised at what she saw. Matthew was lying on the bed, his back to her, and his shorts were slipped down. He was lightly caressing himself, though his semi-palsied hand seemed unable to get a good grip. On his computer, which had been set up so he could use it on his bed, was a slide show of naked women.

Ah, the wonders of human technology. When a man couldn't get sex, he could still get sexy images on his devices and pretend. It was a far better solution than the alternative. What fascinated Sheila, however, were the type of women in the slideshow. The images were of Demihuman women. In fact, most of them were Rouccuan like herself.

Well, that explained a few things. Sheila watched as he struggled to masturbate. Even with his hand not being able to grip himself very well, given his blue balls, she saw no reason why it was taking him so long to get off. He grunted with frustration and cursed softly; she heard him mutter something about "that bitch" between grunts.

Sheila frowned. That didn't sound very encouraging. It might be overstepping her station, but this needed to be addressed, promptly. Sheila went into the house, and headed over to the room, moving quietly as cat. She paused when she went to the door, and she heard him grunt louder. Deciding that was enough of an excuse, she opened the door and stepped inside. "Matthew, are you alright? I thought I heard—"

"What the fuck?!" he said, face going white, then crimson. "G-get out of here!" He tried to cover himself, hastily pulling up his shorts, but this did nothing to hide the bulge. Then, as Sheila stepped closer, he tried to close the pictures on his computer, but he fumbled with the mouse and dropped it.

Not missing a beat, Sheila picked up the mouse and set it next to him. Then, she looked at the computer, and raised her eyebrows. "What's this?" she said.

"None of your fucking business!" he yelled.

She leaned closer, blocking his view of the monitor partially, so he couldn't see where to click to close the images. "Hmmm..." she looked at him. "I thought you hated Demihumans. Why are masturbating to pictures of them?"

She noticed his cock twitch in his shorts, the head poking out from under the waistband. Sheila smiled softly and sat down on the bed. "I interrupted you, didn't I?"

"Leave me alone!"

"I must apologize," she said. "I imagine you are having a difficult time with this right now. And if you are attracted to me, that can only be making it worse."

Matthew glared at her.

"It must be frustrating," she said. "But remember, I am here to serve you. I can help you with this." Boldly, she reached up with her tail and traced the bulge of his erection with the tip. Matthew's eyes went wide, and his hips bucked once on contact. He watched entranced as the tail lightly traced over him.

Then he looked up at Sheila and he tried to resist. "St-stop..." he whispered. Sheila complied and looked at him calmly, pulling her tail away, but letting it sway a bit to the side. Matthew fought not to look. "G-get away from me..."

"No," said Sheila. "If I'm going to continue serving you, we need to hash this out." Matthew glared at her, but knew he was in no position to disagree. "Now then," she said. "You are attracted to me. There's no denying it."

"No!" he said, in an almost whining tone. "No, I can't! It's not right!"

"Why isn't it right?" said Sheila. She watched him closely as he shook his head. Fear and lust fought to overtake him, precariously balanced. She reached forward and took his hand, gently clasping it between her own. His arm was trembling more than usual. "Matthew... Master... I only wish to help you. You can tell me. I will not judge. I will not tell anyone. Not even Kevin."

Matthew swallowed and looked at her. "You promise?"

"I would not be a good servant if I could not keep secrets," she said.

"Humans... humans aren't supposed to be attracted to demihumans. It's sick. It's... it's bestiality!"

"Call it what you want," said Sheila matter-of-factly. "That doesn't change your desires. And besides, do you know how many Demihumans provide sexual services? You're not so different as you think."

"It's sick," Matthew repeated. "Only freaks would be attracted to freaks!" He looked himself over, and for a moment seemed about to cry. But he choked back this reaction.

She cocked her head to the side. "What happened to you?"

Matthew shook with conflicting emotion as he said, softly. "I got... I got beat up by..."

"By some Demihumans," said Sheila when Matthew didn't go on. "Your brother told me. I understand that must have been traumatic."

"No..." said Matthew. "I mean, yes, kind of... but..."

"It's okay," said Sheila, and she caressed his hand. "Tell me."

"I had... I w-was..." he took a breath, then blurted out, "I had sex with one of you!" He flushed crimson, and his still-hard cock flexed in his shorts. "I was nineteen, and there was this girl... this Rouccuan girl I met in town... and we uh..."

He cleared his throat. "Well, we had sex a few times. And then, her master found out, and he had some thugs beat the shit out of me. And then, some of her Demihuman friends found out about it, and found out she'd been punished, and so they beat the shit out of me..." He swallowed. "I couldn't rat out her master. He was a man of influence in the town. So I... I just pinned it on the Demihumans."

Sheila nodded. "I see. Well, you did what you had to."

His face scrunched up. "They deserved it!" he said. "I mean, she came onto me! So why did her little posse have to attack me like that! Fucking savages!"

"Demihumans are very protective of their tribesmen," said Sheila. "Perhaps even here, she and them had formed a tribe of sorts."

"That's no excuse! I'd already gotten the shit kicked out me, what right did those freaks have to come after me?" Matthew shook in anger.

"Well, I don't have a posse that will come after you," said Sheila. Cautiously, Sheila reached up with her tail, and traced the tip around the bulge of his erection. This time, Matthew didn't tell her to stop, but shivered in a combination of lust and anger.

"I've been driving you crazy, and you haven't had a chance to relieve yourself, have you?" said Sheila. "I apologize for that."

"Shut up..." said Matthew. "I don't need your sympathy!"

"Of course," said Sheila. "But, would you like my help?"

Matthew swallowed. He glanced her over and he let out a breath as he blatantly groped her with his eyes. "I-I-I can't..." he said. But he was squirming now, his cock painfully hard in his shorts.

"I see I'm going to have to take this in my own hands," said Sheila. She reached down to undress him.

"W-wait! Stop!" said Matthew. Sheila sat back up and withdrew her tail. She watched him patiently as Matthew warred with himself over the situation. She could almost see his fears and his lust wrestling on his face. Finally, he looked at her. "You can't tell anyone," he said. "Not even Kevin."

"Of course," said Sheila. She then proceeded to pull off his shorts, leaving his lower half exposed to her. His penis twitched away merrily in the air, his swollen balls taught with pent up fluid. Sheila reached up with her tail, and caressed his bare penis directly. Matthew gasped and squirmed as the soft fur of her tail sent tingles of pleasure through his body. He was so pent up, that he was extremely sensitive.

"Oh, fuck!" Matthew gasped. He grasped her tail in his hand and rubbed it more firmly against his cock. Sheila let him do this for a minute, but it seemed to not be quite enough to make him cum. Suddenly, he thrust her tail away. "No! I can't!"

Sheila sighed, but stood. "Alright. I'm sorry, Matthew."

"Just get out of here," he muttered.

She complied, and left, closing the door to give him an illusion of privacy. She returned to the porch and listened as he grunted in frustration trying to stroke himself. As hard and needy as he was for release, it seemed he was too emotionally conflicted, and could not achieve climax himself. Sheila felt a twinge of pity for him, but she knew that if he could not help himself, it would only be a matter of time before he cracked and asked her.

FOUR

The following two weeks, Matthew got more and more nerve wracked. He was constantly getting erections around her, even though she tried very hard not to provoke him. Helping him go to the bathroom was a chore, as his excitement would make it difficult for him to go, but Kevin refused to help him with that anymore; doing the baths was hard enough.

Finally, on another day Kevin was away for work, Sheila set up Matthew on his bed to use his computer. As she bent over, she could feel his eyes on her chest, and he let out a sigh. His cock flexed in his pants. When she looked at him and smiled, he scowled and blushed with shame.

"Alright, enough of this," she said. She sat on the edge of the bed and yanked down Matthew's shorts. She lifted up her legs, and turned, resting them on the bed just in front of Matthew. Her left leg stretched out before him, snuggly pressing against his balls and the base of his cock. Her other leg, she stretched him, hooking her calf behind his cock. As she closed her legs, Matthew's throbbing penis became trapped between her strong, softly furred calves. Matthew stiffened and gasped. His hips bucked instinctively, driving his penis between her legs. Sheila smirked and flexed her muscles, squeezing his cock, but not moving to stroke him.

"Oh, fuck," Matthew weekly tried to push her legs away, but his arm was too weak. He tried to squirmed around of her grip, but her legs had him pinned, and he had no leverage to roll. His squirming only served to make him hump her legs, stimulating his desperately hard cock. After a few moments, he was no longer squirming to get away from her. He was outright humping her legs, driving his cock between her calves. She simply held him like that, making him do all the work.

"St-stop it!" he gasped.

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything. I'm just resting my tired feet."

"F-f-fuck you! Y-you fucking bitch! You fucking whore!"

She felt his genitals jerk and tighten. Just as he was about to blow his load, she suddenly shifted her right leg up, releasing his cock. It twitched wildly in the air, and Matthew let out a moan. He tried to hump against just her left leg, but all he succeeded in doing was crushing his balls against her.

"What are you doing?" he bellowed.

"I thought you wanted me to stop?" she said.

"No!" he said, red faced with anger and humiliation. "I mean... damn it!"

She let her leg drop and trapped his cock between her calves again. Immediately, Matthew thrust between her legs again, and shuddered as he neared climax. "N-no... please... I can't..."

"You can and you must," she said. "This is driving you crazy, and we need to resolve this."

"But I can't! I w-won't! I won't fuck you!"

"Then stop doing it," said Sheila.

Matthew huffed, but didn't stop thrusting between her legs. "Fucking bitch... fucking cunt..."

At the last second, she released him once more, letting his cock twitch crazily in the air, already leaking precum. He clutched at her leg and tried to force it down on his cock again. When that failed, he tried to grab himself, but she pushed his hand away with her foot.

"If I do this for you, will it assuage your hatred? Will you be able to stand me?" said Sheila.

Matthew grit his teeth. "I... I...."

"I only wish to serve you well, master, but I cannot do so if my presence angers you," said Sheila. "Will your anger lessen if I do this?"




Sheila



"I-I... I don't know...!"

She repeated her teasing four more times, squeezing his cock between her calves for him to thrust between, only to pull away when he started cussing her out. Finally, he could take no more. "Please," he said, tears starting to run down his face. "Please, I'm sorry, please, please let me cum."

"Are you sure?" she said. "You want me, a filthy demihuman to—"

"YES! Please, for fuck's sake, I'm begging you!" He shook with emotion, but it was all desperation now; the anger had been pushed out by the relentless needs of his body, which did not care what it took; Matthew only wanted to cum, to hell with his preferences.

Sheila lowered her leg and trapped his cock between her calves again. She squeezed his cock tightly between them, and this time it took only seconds for him to reach the edge of climax. She squeezed him even tighter just as he reached the peak, so tight, that his ejaculation was nearly cut off! But the pressure had built up so much, that his cock forced its way through the vice of her legs, and hot, wet streaks of cum exploded from his cock. Matthew moaned loudly in both ecstasy and defeat, surrendering himself to his servant's mercy. He continued to thrust between her calves until he had thoroughly milked himself dry. Only then, did she finally release his cock, removing her now cum-covered legs.

Matthew, exhausted, looked at her with a confused expression. Sheila stood over him, then leaned down and purred in his ear. "Are you pleased, master?" she said.

Matthew started crying again, overwhelming by his emotional confusion, and clutched at her with his feeble arm. Sheila hugged him to her. "I'm sorry," he said between sobs. "I'm sorry. Thank you so much."

Sheila held him for a while longer, until he stopped crying. Then, she cleaned up his mess, drying her legs and wiping the cum streaks off the floor. She took him to the bathtub, where she washed him, taking extra care with his genitals. Even still, he stiffened again, and Sheila grasped him with her hand. She gave him an inquiring look, and, nervously, Matthew nodded. She spent the next ten minutes stroking him, building him up to a powerful climax. Then, she did it again. He blushed almost the whole time, but looked at her with a renewed appreciation.

"Thank you," he gasped. "Oh, god, thank you."

"No need to thank me, master," she said. "I am here to serve."

"I'm sorry," he repeated, but she shook her head and smiled at him.

That night, after Kevin got home, he noticed how much more relaxed Matthew was, and how he was even being nicer to Sheila. "Well, I'm glad to finally see you two getting along," said Kevin. "I was starting to think this really was a bad idea."

"Not at all," said Sheila. "Sometimes, it just takes a little while for someone to grow on you." She looked at Matthew, who smiled softly, blushing slightly.

THE END 



Sheila



This is a rework of the original. I removed most of the swinging stuff and made it a true romance. I also tried to clean it up a little more. I hope you enjoy. 

*

I was walking through the terminal at the Madison Wisconsin Regional airport when I heard the loud scream of a little girl about 4. I turned and saw this little tyke crying. I walked over and knelt down and asked what the matter was. "I can't find my mommy" she wailed. I picked her up and carried her to the ticket counter. I then asked her what her name was and she replied "I am Lil Bit." I think she meant Elizabeth. I then asked the ticket agent to use his intercom.

"Attention in the terminal. Will the mother of a little girl about 4 years old who answers to the name Lil Bit, please report to gate 12."

About a minute later or less, a very attractive woman about 25 came up and ran to her daughter. "Elizabeth, where have you been? I have been looking for you for the last 5 minutes or so. "

"I think she is fine, just a little scared. I saw her crying and brought her here so she would be easy to find. My name is Mitch by the way. Mitch Murphy." I also happened to notice that mom was not wearing any rings on her left hand. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a nice sweater.

"Sheila, Sheila Tate. I am pleased to meet you and thank you for rescuing my daughter." 

"Sheila, I have some time before my flight. Can I buy you a coffee?" She must have figured I looked ok in my uniform. I am a pilot for the major regional airline there. I am 5'11" and weigh about 190. I have short brown hair and brown eyes. I am in pretty good shape as I like to work out and run. Not overly good looking but I didn't' fall off the ugly truck either.

"Ok. I have some time before my flight, so I would love to. It will help pass the time. "

We went to the nearby coffee shop and made small talk. It turns out both of us are from the Dallas area. She was up here visiting her sister. Before we knew it, an hour and a half went by. What got my attention is when they announced flight 4421 from Chicago had arrived. That was the plane to Dallas and what I was going to fly.

"What flight are you on" I asked Sheila?

"I am on flight 3455 to DFW. It leaves in about 45 minutes so I guess I need to hurry to the gate."

I just smiled and said, "Don't get in too much of a hurry. I hope you like my driving. By the way, I have enjoyed our time together. Do you think we can get together back in Dallas? That is if you are not married or seeing anyone."

"No, I am not married and currently single. I think I would like that if your schedule permits."

"Meet me at the terminal. You may have to wait a few minutes while we shut down the plane and stuff. Please wait for me at the terminal gate and I will buy you and Lil Bit dinner. We can eat at the terminal or you can follow me or I can drive. I would really like to get to know you better." With that we were off as I had to do the pre-flight checks.

We took off right on time but ran into quite a bit of turbulence just before landing at DFW. It was a bumpy landing due to strong cross winds as well. We did manage to land about 7 minutes early however. Once I finally got off of the plane, Sheila and Lil Bit were waiting for me.

Now would be a good time to describe Sheila. She is about 5'6" and weighs about 120 pounds. I would guess she is about 34 -22-35. She has flowing blonde hair about halfway down her back and big piercing blue eyes. She also has nice plump lips which would look great with my cock between them. I wouldn't mention that part to her however. Not yet, anyway. 

When I exited the jet way, Sheila smiled and said, "I sure hope you drive better than you fly. My insides are all rearranged and I have to pee really badly. I didn't want to miss you or think I stood you up so I waited. Will you please excuse me for a minute?"

I nodded and said, "Sorry about the turbulence. We try to go around, but it was in our flight path for decent. I will be glad to wait right here. On second thought, meet me here and I will go myself."

We met back and I asked "Where would you like to go for dinner and do you want me to drive, or follow you?"

"I took a cab here so if you promise not to jostle my insides anymore, I think we will ride with you. We can just buckle the little one in the back seat. As far as where to go, I will leave that up to you."

"Just for you information, while I was flying that leg, I am actually only the co-pilot. I guess I need more practice." I was laughing as I said it. We ended up at a nice steak house. Since it was only about six in the evening, we had a nice long dinner. "Tell me about yourself. How is it that a very beautiful woman such as you is unattached?"

"Well I may as well get the baggage out of the way. Once I tell you about me, you will know why. Very few men are willing to put up with a divorcee and kid. I am a twenty seven year old dentist just starting out. I met my husband in college at UT. We met in our sophomore year. He graduated in petroleum engineering and me in pre-dentistry. We got married immediately graduation. I got pregnant right away. It was tough, but he was making good. I had four years of dental school. I was also racking up student loans. Between the first and second year of dental school, Lil Bit was born. That added to the stress. Tom, that was his name, began going out with his buddies. He would get drunk. Since he was gone a lot on jobs, I kind of ignored it. 

One night during my last year of dental school, just before I graduated, he came home all hot and bothered. I was studying for my last finals and dental boards. I rebuked his advances figuring he would understand. Well he didn't and hit me. He slapped me on the cheek actually. I told him never again was he to do that. He went to bed mad. 

About a month later, I was late getting back home after interviewing with a dentist about a job. Dinner was not ready and he became pissed. He beat the shit out of me. I grabbed Elizabeth here and drove to a shelter. They took care of me and I filed for divorce. It was final a few weeks ago. It took almost a year. I have not wanted to get involved with anyone since I left. So there you have it. I am a divorced woman, with a toddler and over a hundred thousand in student loan debt. Do you want to leave yet or should I just call a cab? Oh and by the way, my ex-husband still thinks he owns me." Tears began to roll down her cheeks.

I took my hand and wiped some of her tears. "You are a very beautiful woman with a super little girl. I have immensely enjoyed what little time we have had together. I don't even know if you are interested in me but I would love to date you and see where this goes. Your ex must have been a fool to let such a smart and beautiful woman go. 

I guess I should tell you about myself so you can make your own judgments. I am 32 years old. I have a degree in construction management from A&M. I am in the Air Force Reserves. I went through ROTC and got a commission as a 2nd lieutenant. From there I went to flight school at Shepherd. I did well and flew F-16 fighters in Afghanistan. I did two tours. After my six year commitment was up, I transferred to the reserves. I applied at American and got on as a co-pilot. Flying is my passion. I also flip commercial property. That is where I make the majority of my income. Flying for a regional pays peanuts but like I said, it is my passion. 

If you want to check me out some more, I have a good buddy of mine who is with the FBI. We met in flight school. I am an only child and have no kids that I know of. So between my job and the reserves I am not home as much as I would like. As you can see, we all have some baggage, just different kinds. So what do you say, shall we see where this goes. I will tell you this; I am looking for something long term, maybe even marriage eventually. I am not looking to just get in your panties."

Sheila looked at me with her big beautiful eyes, "I hear what you are saying. I would like to see where this goes. I have to tell you though, I am scared. Tom was a great guy until after we got married. I don't know that you won't be the same. Also, you have two of us to consider. Plus the fact that Tom will be a part of our lives since we have joint custody is something for you to think about. I know this is only the first date but it is good that we have laid it all out there."

"So you have a sister. What about your parents or any other siblings?"

"My Dad, Daniel, has a Swedish heritage. My maiden name was Elender. He is a professor of physics at A&M. My mom, Frieda, is a professor of English at the same university. My sister, Hope, is a pediatric resident in Madison. She is married to a cardiologist. She is two years older than me."

"Wow. It sounds like I am getting involved with a really smart family. At least I hope I am. I am an only child. My parents live over in Austin. Dad, James, works as an engineer for the city. My mom, Laura, is a paralegal with a law firm." It was getting to be about ten PM and Elizabeth was getting tired. "Do you trust me to drive you home or should I call you a cab?"

"I would appreciate you taking us home. We don't live in the best of neighborhoods so that would be nice." Sheila lived in the western part of Dallas just outside the slum areas. It was low income and not the safest of areas. "I know it's not much, but my lease is up in three months. I have been looking but can't seem to find much that is affordable on my income. Believe it or not, dentists just starting out don't make much and with my loans, it does get tough. Asshole does not pay me alimony but he is good about child support."

I gave her my cell number and told her to call me anytime, especially if she needs anything at all. "How about lunch tomorrow? We can take Lil Bit to a park or something."

"I would like that Mitch. So far, you are tuning out to be a nice man." As I got ready to leave, she gave me a nice light kiss on the lips. "Good night Mitch."

The next day, I called Sheila and arranged to pick her up about ten in the morning. It was a nice spring day in April with the temperature in the mid-seventies. I packed us a picnic lunch. We went to a park nearby that had swings, a merry-go-round and assorted slides. Sheila was wearing conservative shorts and tank top. She also wore a bra. We spent the next two hours chasing Lil Bit and swinging her and riding on the merry-go-round. At lunch time, I spread a blanket and broke out lunch. It was simple with nothing more than sandwiches and potato chips. I also brought soft drinks and water. I picked up a couple of juice boxes along the way.

"Mitch, you thought of everything. Thank you for including my daughter. Most men would have wanted me to find a baby sitter."

"Well pretty lady, if I want to have any chance at a relationship with mom, I really need to relate to the most important thing in mom's life. Her little girl. "

"She really seems to be taken with you too. She is usually very shy around strangers. By the way, where do you live? You have been to my place."

"I live about thirty minutes from here in a loft apartment. It is one of my renovations. I did most of the work myself. Would you like to see it after we leave here?"

"Sure why not. It would be fun to see what kind of handy man you are." 

After lunch, we stayed and played for about another hour. Lil Bit was getting tired. We decided it was time to leave. I put her in to her car seat which I had moved from Sheila's car, a ten year old Honda Civic. About ten minutes after we left the park, the little girl nodded off.

"You know, a girl could get used to this. You are a great conversationalist; so far a perfect gentleman and you interact with my daughter very well. It makes me kind of scared. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Men are usually such sleaze. Since my separation, I keep getting hit on with the slimiest of lines. No one even thinks about me the person. I think most guys believe that since I have a kid, I am an easy fuck. Please excuse my language."

"Sweetheart, I know we just met, but I feel the same way; not that you're an easy fuck. I want to get to know the real you. I want to know what lies behind all that beauty. I am not going to lie to you. I do hope that eventually we can get to the level where we end up making love. I am not about to try and push you. I know you are coming out of a bad relationship. If I want to have any chance, we will move at your pace. I am not perfect nor do I pretend to be. I can be dense, but I will try to never hurt you and I promise you I will never ever hit you. I just don't believe in that."

"Can I ask how many women you have been with and any serious relationships? It seems to me that on first glance, you should be married with ten kids."

"To be honest with you it has been between ten and fifteen. I lived with two but it just didn't work out. Being gone a lot does not help. I hope you can put up with my traveling. I will tell you this; I have never dated more than one woman at a time. I wish some of the women I was with could say the same. What about you? How many have you been with?"

"I have been with only three guys. The first was in high school. As usual, I lost my virginity at prom. The second was in college, before I met Tom. Then there was Tom. Since my separation, I have not wanted a relationship. Now you come along and I am really beginning to rethink that." I had to smile at that.

"Sheila, if and when you are ready to go down that road, I will gladly get any blood tests you want. I know I am clean because I get a yearly flight physical. I just want you to be sure. Again, no pressure. You tell me if and when you are ready."

We arrived at my apartment. It is a loft style on the third floor of a building I am renovating. I buy them relatively cheap, then fix them up and either sell them or rent them. As of now I own three apartment buildings and have flipped about a half of dozen more. Some are commercial buildings and a couple of houses. As such, my yearly income is in the low to mid six figures. I am not hurting but I don't live extravagantly either. 

My apartment is about 1800 square feet with a large separate bedroom and en suite bath. The bath has dual sinks, a large jetted tub and separate shower. The kitchen and living room are one large room. I do have a separate guest bath. The kitchen has all stainless appliances, quartz counter tops and a large sink. I have an area in the living room set aside as office space with a computer desk and dual monitors. My living room has a leather couch and love seat with a reclining chair. Of course one wall has an 80" flat panel TV. with surround sound. When Sheila walked in, she was amazed.

"This is such a lovely apartment. The view is gorgeous. For a man, you have good taste." She was giggling when she said it. "I wish I could afford something like this. I know I will eventually."

"You told me your lease is up in about three months. Let me look around for you. Maybe I can come up with something. If you don't mind me asking, what can you afford?"

"I am straining to make 700 per month. And that is in a not so nice area of town. Plus I have to drive 40 minutes to work and day care. You saw my car. I need to think about that as well. Once I get some clientele built up, things will be better but you know how it goes."

I was working on a renovation on a floor down below. That apartment was about 1200 square feet but I could easily build a wall and make it into two bedrooms. It only had one bath. I had an idea but was going to wait till I finished it. In the mean time we continued to date over the next two months when the apartment was finished. We still had not been intimate yet, but I felt it would not be too much longer. I also knew I was falling in love with her and hoped she felt the same way. 

The week before I showed her the place, I was traveling quite a bit. Two weekends before I had my reserve duty as well. She didn't seem to mind but she did greet me enthusiastically when I got home.

"Sweetheart, I think I found you an apartment. It is in my building but it is smaller. It still needs some painting but that is about it." I figured I would let her pick the colors.

"How much is it? You know I can't afford much."

That is the thing; the owner is a good friend of mine. I think I can get you a good deal. Let's go take a look."

When she saw it her first reaction is, "There is no way I can afford this. This has to be at least a thousand per month."

I just smiled and said, "How about 600 and that includes utilities."

"What she screamed. You are kidding. What is the catch?"

"There is no catch. I told you I am friends with the owner. Well I do happen to like myself very much. I can't let my girls live in a dangerous part of town now can I. I wanted to wait till I completed it before I showed it to you. As you can see it does need painting but I wanted to let you guys pick the colors. What do you say; would you like to move here?"

"Is what you just said true? Are we really your girls?"

"Yes. I don't want to scare you, but over these last months, I have fallen in love with you and Lil Bit. I know we have a few things to work out with Tom or I would have simply asked you to move in with me. I knew you would not want that, at least not yet. I don't know how you feel about me but I want to lay it all on the table."

Sheila came up to me and gave me a big hug and a voracious kiss on the lips. "I have fallen in love with you too. It scares the hell out of me. The way you treat us as a package deal is wonderful. You have been so patient with me. I do have to ask though; can you afford to rent it to me so cheap?"

"Honey, having you and Elizabeth near me where I know you are safe is worth way more than any additional rent that I could have received. I would offer to let you live here rent free but I don't think you would accept that. But in answer to your question, yes I can afford it. Now shall we start you moving? I want you in here as soon as possible. As you know I leave in another month for two weeks in the reserves. What do you say?"

"I have to say two things. The first is when can we get my stuff and the second thing is how about those blood tests, for both of us?"

"I have a friend who is a doctor. He is a cosmetic surgeon but he was a flight surgeon before. Let me give him a call." Since it was a Saturday, I called Dr. Bob Frost on his cell and put him on speaker. I met Bob and his wife Francine when I was in Kandahar. He was the flight surgeon there. "Bob. This is Mitch Murphy. How are things on the golf course?"

"Hey asshole. What's up? It has been what three months since you called. What do you want now?" He was laughing.

"I need a favor."

"I told you after the last time, I wasn't going to bail your skinny ass out again."

Sheila gasped when he said that. "No, I have met a very beautiful lady. I think she is the one. Anyway, we want to both make sure we are clean, if you know what I mean. Will you do it?"

"Meet me at the office in thirty minutes. I will bring Fran. She sticks better than I do."

"Thank God for small favors. We will be there."

When we met Bob and Fran in the parking lot, I introduced Sheila. "Damn Mitch. I thought John hit the jackpot with Caitlyn. How in the hell did your scrawny ass snag this beautiful creature?"

I replied, "You noticed I simply asked for STD tests. I said nothing at all about checking her eyesight." We all bust out laughing.

Two hours later and an expensive lunch, we both were given a clean bill of health.

Sheila looked up at me and with a longing smile, "Mitch, take me back to your place and make love to me. Truly make me your woman. I have to say, that if we do, it is just me an you and for long term. I am not just a one night stand."




Sheila



"Honey, you will never be a one night stand. However, as much as I want to take you and ravish you and love you, I have to fly tomorrow. Let's go move the basics to your new apartment. I will feel so much better when you are moved in and away from your old neighborhood. What do you need moved immediately?"

"Well just our two beds, two dressers and clothes. I don't even care about the T.V. I figured, we will be spending time at your place anyway."

"That sounds like a plan. Let me make a phone call." I quickly dialed a number. "John. This is Mitch. Are you busy? Well tell her to hurry up and finish you off. I want to borrow your truck and utility trailer." Sheila blushed at my last comment. "Tell you what; meet me at the Brookshire's on the west side. You can follow us. I met this truly wonderful woman whom I deeply love. We are moving her into one of my apartments. No, she has a little girl and we don't feel its right just yet that she moves in with me. OK. I will see you in thirty." I hung up. "I have a friend who will help." Thirty minutes later, John and his wife Caitlyn pulled up with his truck and trailer. Both were wearing jeans and t-shirts, though Caitlyn looked much better than John. I made the introduction. "John and Caitlyn, this is Sheila Tate. Sheila, this is John and Caitlyn Martin. John is with the FBI and Caitlyn is a cosmetologist. She, like you is just starting out."

John shakes hands with Sheila and goes, "Holy shit dude. Where in the hell did you meet her? She is way above your sorry class."

"I know man, right? We met in the airport in Madison Wisconsin. It was there she got to experience my flying abilities extraordinaire."

Sheila giggled, "Yeah and I may never fly again. He must have hit every pocket of turbulence between Madison and Dallas. When we landed I thought I was with Captain Kangaroo."

John said, "I know. You figure someone who flies fighter jets could land an airliner."

"OK guys. That's enough. I least I can fly something faster than a motor scooter." Everyone laughed at Mitch's expense.

Caitlyn looked at Sheila. "Don't I know you? You look familiar."

"I don't think so. I live on the west side. Not a very nice place. There is no way you would know me from there."

"Forgive me for asking, but were you by any chance at the women's shelter near there? I was there couple of years ago."

"I was there about that time for like two weeks. My ex-husband beat me up. I left him and never looked back."

"Didn't you have a little girl?"

"Yes. She is four now."

"I thought so. I am glad you made it out. This is the first time I meet Mitch in person. John does talk about him though. John has nothing but good to say about him. If you need anything, you call me or John if Mitch is out of town. "

John agreed. "Here is my card with my personal contact information. Mitch and I went through quite a bit together. He is like another brother to me. That being said, what the hell ARE you doing with his ugly ass self?" Sheila went on to explain how the met and how they are falling more in love each day.

After introductions, they all went back to Sheila's old apartment. It took over four hours and two six packs, but the overwhelming majority of stuff was moved. Since she still had a month on her lease, she would take her time to finish the rest. 

After getting her bedroom arranged, Sheila took me by the hand and said, "Ok, big boy. It's time to make me your woman." She led me to her bed and pushed me down. She began kissing me passionately. Like a hungry cat after a mouse, she quickly undid my belt and pants. When she got to my cock, she gasped. I am 7" long and about 6" in circumference. I am also a shower and not a grower. When I stand, my cock hangs down almost its full length. My girl began to lick me all over paying close attention to my frenulum and pee hole. She then took it in her mouth and was able to get about three quarters down. She bobbed up and down. With her hands she fondled and massaged my nuts. Since it had been a while, it did not take me long. "I am about to cum."

"Please do. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you." Thirty seconds later, I blasted rope after rope. My lovely Sheila swallowed it all. "Now you will last longer when we make love. Make no mistake; we are going to make love. We are not going to fuck the first time. 

With that, she stood and slowly stripped for me. First she removed her top followed by her lacy bra. Her tits were magnificent. Her areolas were half dollar across with nipples that stood out a full half inch. I would have fun sucking those. I lifted my hands to feel her tits. She backed away. "Uh uh. Not yet." She then removed her jeans. As expected the carpet matched the drapes. Sheila had a nice landing strip above nicely shaped and swollen labia. Her juices were apparent. Her love button was protruding. She walked closer, and I sat up to pull her close. We kissed passionately. I gently squeezed her tits and sucked first one nipple then the other. I pulled her down and rolled her one her back. I kissed her down her luscious body until I came to her waiting clitoris. Slowly in began to tongue her. I was lapping her juices from deep inside her pussy. Then I attacked her clit. It was not too much longer that she began to squirm. She cried out loud and finally came almost squeezing my head off in the process. 

Before she could come down, I moved up and eased my man meat into her love hole. She wrapped her legs around me and hung on tight. I moved in and out building up speed. She clenched my cock with her pussy working it. She really knew how to work it. After several minutes, she began to scream again. It was too much for me and I unloaded my ball batter into her just as she came. "I love you. I love you." I said over and over. It was not because of her pussy either. Sheila cuddled up next to me with a smile and we fell asleep. I awoke at about ten o'clock. "Honey, I need to get up and shower and go to bed. I have to be at DFW at six."

"Let's go. I am coming with you. As long as my daughter is not here, I don't plan on you sleeping alone ever again." We went up to my loft where we showered together and fell asleep in my bed. Unfortunately, that damned alarm had to go off at five. I got up and took my morning leak. As I was standing at the sink brushing my teeth, Sheila walked in still nude. She sat down and peed. "After last night, I am not going to be embarrassed about peeing in front of you. Now may I?" She drops to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth. A few minutes later, I was spewing my love juice down her throat once again. "That should hold you till you get back. When is that anyway?"

"I only have to make the Dallas to Baton Rouge run. It takes about an hour and a half each way. I have to do that three times. If all goes well, I should be home for seven or so."

"Good. I will wait for you and we can get Elizabeth. Be safe fly boy."

"By the way, I have something for you." I walked over to my dresser and got a key. "This is a spare key to my apartment. The alarm code is what I guessed your measurements to be: 34 22 35. If I am wrong, let me know and I can change the code. "

"They are 35 23 34 thank you." She had a bit of a scowl but then laughed.

"I will have it changed on Monday." I replied.

I quickly dressed and had to leave in a hurry. "I love you sweetheart. Stay as long as you want. Go back to bed even as it's early. I will call you if I am delayed."

"I love you too."

Things were pretty smooth and I was back home for 6:45. My girlfriend was patiently waiting for me. After what was supposed to be a quick shower, we left go get Lil Bit at 7:15. It took about half an hour to get to Tom's place. 

When we arrived, he did not look happy to see me. Tom is a pretty big dude. He is at least 6"1" and 210. He seems to be in good shape. He would probably do well in an old fashion bar fight. I really didn't want to tangle with him tonight.

"Who the fuck is this?" He asked. "Elizabeth mentioned something about you hanging out with a man. So, you're the one fucking my wife."

"I am no longer your wife. We are divorced. Tom, this is my boyfriend Mitch Murphy. Mitch, this is my ex-husband Tom Tate. He is Lil Bit's father."

"I am pleased to meet you Mr. Tate." I extended my hand to shake. He did not respond.

"You say we are divorced. I say you are still my wife and always will be. I don't give a damn about what the court's say." Then looking at me; "And Nobody ever better get in my way or he will regret it."

"Tom. I need to give you my new address. I changed apartments. We finally got out of that crummy place, no thanks to you."

"What are you shacking up with this looser? You fuck him for a place to live? If that is the case, I will sue for full custody."

"No asshole. We have our own apartment. It is two bedrooms in a much nicer part of town. I am getting more patients now and its time we move up a little." It was only a little fib but it seemed to appease Tom. "Please call before coming however."

I had to fly a couple of more days and was off Thursday and Friday. I had a couple of short flights on Saturday and because I was getting close to my FAA limit, I was home a little early. As I was walking up the stairs, I heard loud voices coming from Sheila's. I walked down the corridor to see Tom trying to get in. Sheila was blocking the doorway and he appeared to by trying to kiss her.

"I told you that you were still my wife and always will be. Now let me in. You need to give me a nice piece of ass. If you can give it up to scrawny dude you can sure as hell put out for me." 

I cautiously approached and forcefully said, "Let go of her asshole before you are in serious trouble." While he may have been bigger than me, I was well trained in hand to hand combat. It would be no match for someone without the same skills in say a bar fight.

Tom turned toward me while at the same time pushing Sheila to the floor. "You're kidding right. You think you are going to stop me from me getting my wife? And what the hell are you wearing? You some kind of fly boy? Go ahead and take your best shot."

"I am warning you, move away from her now. Leave the building or suffer the consequences."

"What, now you think you own this building or something? I don't think so."

"As a matter of fact I do. You are trespassing on my property. So leave now."

"I don't think so wimp." With that he threw a punch at me. I deflected it and kicked him in the nuts. As he bent over grabbing his balls, I kneed him in the face making him bolt upright. A nice roundhouse kick to the head put him down for the count.

Sheila jumped into my arms kissing me ferociously. "That was fucking awesome. You are my hero."

Regretfully, Lil Bit was standing in the living room. "What happened to my daddy?"

"Honey, go to your room for a few minutes. Daddy will be alright. He just fell down." Sheila lied.

"Take her to her room and get me a glass of water." She brought me the water and I dumped in on Tom's face. He came to and asked what happened. "Tom, I know Sheila introduced us last week. I need to introduce myself again. My name is Major Mitchell Murphy USAF. In addition to being a pilot for American, I am also an F16 fighter pilot in the reserves. While you may be good in a bar fight, you are no match for hand to hand combat. As you can see, while you may be a little bigger than me, I can clearly kick your ass any day of the week. Now while you and Sheila share that innocent little girl in the other room, she is no longer your wife. If I have my way, and even though we have yet to discuss it, I hope that one day she will marry me. If that is the case and even if not, as long as we are a couple, you will have to deal with it. You will never again lay a hand on my girlfriend. You got it?" Tom just shook his head. "Now get the fuck off of my property and her apartment." Tom slowly left.

We then went to see about Lil Bit. "Is my daddy Ok?"

"Yes sweetheart." I replied. "He just slipped and fell. He had to leave. He will see you next weekend."

"Ok. Thank you Uncle Mitch." She gave me a hug.

Sheila and I went back to the living room. She said, "I heard what you said back there. Did you mean it?"

"What are you talking about?" I kind of had an idea.

"About marrying me."

"It may be too soon, as we have only known each other four months, but yes. I have never met anyone like you. I have never had feelings as strong or as deep as I have for you. When we are apart, I can't stop thinking about you. When we are together, I can't hold you close enough. It may sound old fashion and even sexist but I want to love you and protect you and take care of you. I thank God every day that you came into my life."

"Let's just see how it goes for another couple of months. I would marry you in a heartbeat but I have to admit I am still gun-shy. Can you ask me in a couple of months?"

Well I waited a couple of months. After I returned from my two week reserve duty, I had the occasion to fly back to Madison. Sheila was going to visit her sister. I arranged for her ticket to be moved to my flight. Even though it is a regional jet, with no first class, I had Sheila and Elizabeth moved to the front of the plane. I was flying this leg. For those of you who don't know, it is common practice for the pilot and co-pilot to alternate flying. Once we taxi to take off position, the pilot actually becomes the co-pilot. It helps the co-pilot gain experience and relieves fatigue. Once we were at cruising altitude, and with the permission of the captain, I made the announcements. I clued the flight crew in early as to my intentions.

"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to American Eagle flight 4316 to Madison Wisconsin. My name is Mitch Murphy and I am the first officer. We will be cruising at approximately 37000 feet. The skies are partly cloudy so we should have a relatively smooth flight. Our flight time is expected to be two hours and twenty three minutes. I hope you have a relaxing and enjoyable flight. One more thing, today we have two special passengers. In the front row are Ms. Sheila Tate and her daughter Elizabeth. She is my girlfriend. A while ago, we had a little discussion that she asked me to defer for a couple of months. Well that time is up and so in front of everyone on board, I would publically ask that she would do me the honor of becoming my very beautiful wife for me to love and cherish for the rest of my life. Now since I am unable to leave the cockpit, I need the flight attendant to pick up the intercom and hand it to my girl." 

Sheila was handed the intercom phone. "You really are an asshole. Of course I will marry you. I can't believe you pulled this off. Just wait till we land." 

The flight attendant took the phone back and announced congratulations to the rest of the plane. The entire cabin erupted in applause. Just before landing, the captain came on the intercom. "Attention ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing in about 15 minutes. The temperature will be a balmy 73 degrees. If you will indulge my rather nervous first officer when we land, he has a little more business to conduct with our special passenger. Please remain seated after we reach the gate. Thank you for flying American Eagle." 

We or rather I made a perfectly smooth landing. The captain then taxied the plane to the jet way and we shut down the engines. As soon as the plane was secured, I opened the cockpit door and walked out. I dropped to one knee with a one and half carat white diamond solitaire in a platinum setting and asked Sheila to give me her hand. "I could not do this properly due to FAA regulations in keeping the cockpit locked. Now we are on the ground and I again want to give you this ring as a symbol of or unending love." She extended her left hand and I placed the ring on her finger. I stood up and we kissed. Again, the plane erupted into applause. I then reached for the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, let me express my appreciation to all aboard. I would especially like to thank the captain for allowing me to make such an unusual proposal in mid-flight. I sincerely appreciate it." Sheila and Elizabeth exited the plane and waited for me in the jet way while I greeted the departing passengers, most of which were congratulating us.

As we were leaving the gate, Sheila asked, "What is your schedule now?"

"I have only a two hour layover then have to fly to Denver. I will spend the night in Denver then back to Dallas. I will be off for a day then I go somewhere but not sure yet."

"I want you so bad. I'm not sure I can wait a whole week to get back home. God, I can't believe I am going to be Mrs. Mitch Murphy. Wait till I see my sister." We walked hand in hand with Lil Bit holding her mom's other hand through the terminal passed security. Sheila saw Hope and ran and they hugged each other. Hope looked a lot like her sister only being a little taller. She was wearing green scrubs and tennis shoes.

"Sorry about my dress but I just left the hospital. Is this they guy you have been telling me about? It looks like you snagged yourself a real cute boyfriend."

"Hope, let me introduce you to Mitch Murphy. Mitch, this is Hope Cedars. I am sorry to say though; Mitch is no longer my boyfriend. " 

Hope looked confused and asked, "What happened sis. The way you were going on and on I thought he was the one."

"Well, do you want to know what happened? Do you know what this son of a bitch did? He proposed to me at 37000 feet over the intercom on a plane loaded with passengers. It was part of the in-flight announcements. I was so embarrassed. It was also the most romantic thing he could have done. He actually rearranged his flight schedule so he could fly me here. He then got permission from the captain to pull it off. Once we landed and made it to the gate, he came out of the cockpit and while all the passengers were still seated, thanks to the captain making a plea; he got down on one knee in the front of the cabin and presented me with this beautiful ring. So you see, this wonderful sexy man is no longer my boyfriend but my fiancé." The girls then hugged again and began to jump up and down screaming like a couple of teenagers.

Hope then came and gave me a hug saying, "Welcome to our family. I sure as hell hope you treat her better than her ex or else I will kick your ass then neuter you." She was grinning when she said it though. Sheila whispered something in Hope's ear. "Come with me a Lil Bit. Aunt Hope will buy you some ice cream." She had a smile on her face.

"Mitch, is there somewhere private we can go? I know you only have a couple of hours, but I want you so bad. If nothing else, I want to send you off with a good blow job at least." We found a maintenance closet nearby and ducked in. After making sure the door was secure, Sheila dropped to her knees and took out my seven inch member. There was not enough room for us to make love or even a fast fuck, but she made sure to go down on me as best she could. Since I was in uniform, she made sure to swallow every drop as not to make a mess. I then made her stand, and I pulled her panties down. She was wearing a black pencil skirt. I proceeded to eat her pussy to a nice orgasm. We then kissed passionately and went to meet her sister and daughter.

"Where did you an Uncle Mitch go mommy?"

"Your mom wanted to go with Uncle Mitch to get a different kind of ice cream." Hope smiled. It was actually a rather devilish grin. I must have turned three shades of red.

"Jeez Hope. Do you think you can embarrass my fiancé any more after just meeting him?"

"That's Ok my sweet. I am not ashamed of expressing my deep love for you." I leaned over and gave her a deep kiss. We actually played a little tonsil hockey.

"Get a room you two" giggled Hope.




Sheila



"I wish we could, but I have to be on the flight deck in less than thirty minutes." By the way dear, was my driving any better this trip?"

"It was excellent. It renews my faith in your piloting skills especially since you were a nervous Nellie. And your landing was superb."

"Well ladies, I have to go. I love you. I know I don't have to tell you this, but if you get home before I do, feel free to stay in my apartment if it will make you feel safer. I know Tom knows where you live, but unless you told him, he has no idea I live upstairs."

"Thanks honey. I think we will do that. I hope you get there first. I love you too. Be safe fly boy."

After Mitch left, Hope and Sheila went back to Hope's house. On the drive, Hope asks Sheila, "Sis, how is he really? Is he as good to you as you say on the phone? I would hate to see you get in with another Tom."

"Oh hell yes he is. He is the kindest, most gentile man I have known. He adores Lil Bit. Hell on our first date, he included her in the dinner. The next day we spent hours in the park playing. I felt like a kid again. He respects me like no other. He even remodeled one of his apartments and rents it to me cheap because he didn't like where we lived. He is loving and very protective of not just me but both of us. He can also be tough as nails. "

"How is that? Did he do anything or threaten you?" Hope was looking concerned.

"I guess I didn't tell you the incident with Tom did I?" Hope nodded. "Well about two months ago, Tom came to my new apartment. He dropped off Bit, and wanted me to fuck him. It was my duty as his wife to give him a piece of ass. He still acts like we are married. Well I wouldn't let him in and he was holding on to me when Mitch came up the stairs. Tom did not know and still does not know that Mitch lives right upstairs. Well anyway, Mitch interrupts Tom's plans. As you know, Tom is a little bigger and has a bad attitude. Long story short, Tom eventually pushed me on the floor and took a swing at Mitch. Mitch simply blocked the punch then proceeded to beat the shit out of him. Afterward, Mitch poured water on him and told him to get out. Tom left. As a matter of fact, it was during that confrontation that Mitch first brought up marriage. We discussed it and I told him to wait a couple of months. That couple of months ended today."

Hope turned around and noticed Lil Bit was sleeping. "So, have you two done the nasty? Is he any good? Is he big?" She was laughing as she asked.

"Oh God yes. He is hung like a horse. We have yet to fuck. It is always making love. I am not opposed to a good hard fuck. He always makes sure my needs come first. He is slow and gentle but strong and giving if that makes sense. He has never ever pressured me. When we first started discussing sex, his comment was that if was to have any chance at building a relationship with me, we would go at my pace. We actually went and had blood tests together at his insistence to make sure we were both safe. Just so you know because I know you are going to ask, he keeps himself in great shape so his cum tastes divine. I don't know if I will ever get it up my ass though. If he asks, I will do my damnedest to try. Girl I am getting wet just talking about him." Both girls broke into laughter.

Sheila and Bit stayed the week. While they were there, Hope gave Bit a routine examination. Everything checked out fine. They finally arrived home Saturday afternoon. When they got to her apartment, she noticed the door was open. Holding her daughter, Sheila quickly retreated to the stairwell and went up to Mitch's. She immediately called Mitch. Fortunately he answered. "Where are you?"

"I am in Phoenix. I leave in about an hour. I should be home in say three. Is everything all right?"

"No. We just got in and I noticed my door was open. I know I locked it when we left. I am here in your loft right now."

"See if you can get a hold of John. Maybe he can swing by. In the meantime, I hope to be home in about three hours."

"I will call him now. Love you. Be safe fly boy." 

"John? This is Sheila, Mitch's girlfriend. Well your right, fiancée. Word travels fast I guess. Listen, I just got home and Mitch is in Phoenix. The door to my unit was open when we got back. I know I locked it. Can you come by or get someone to check it out. I am up stairs right now with the doors locked. Thanks. I appreciated it. See you in about half hour. "

John came over and immediately went into Sheila's apartment. It was trashed. Furniture was overturned and her TV was smashed. He called out "FBI. Come out with your hands up. When he heard no noise, he went room to room clearing the unit. When he went into the bathroom, someone had written using her lipstick, skanky cunt whore on the mirror. He called Sheila to come down to inspect her home. When she walked in she was stunned. She started to cry. 

When John showed her the mirror, he asked, "Who has it out for you. Is somebody jealous of you and Mitch?"

"Probably Tom, my ex-husband. He and Mitch got into about two months ago. During an argument, Mitch mentioned that he wanted to marry me. Tom got pissed and threw a punch. My hero kicked his ass. He has been quiet ever since though. Even when we exchange my little girl, he seemed to be cool."

"What was the argument about?"

"Tom came by to drop off Bit. At the same time, he thought he was entitled to a piece of ass as he put it. I wouldn't exactly call it attempted rape, but it was close. Mitch happened to come home and heard the commotion. He intervened and that started the argument. Tom pushed me to the floor and went after him. The rest is history."

"Is there anyone else you can think of?"

"No. I haven't even dated for a year prior to Mitch. Sure I get hit on all the time, but no one has made an issue of me politely turning them down. Besides, most of the guys who do hit on me know I use sharp objects in their mouth." The both laughed at that.

"Lover boy sent me a text while I was on my way over. He said he will be home in about three hours. I suggest we lock up here. I will send a crime scene tech over to process in the morning. In the meantime, stay locked in upstairs. Call me if you need anything unless you want me to stay for a while."

"No. I will be fine. If it is Tom, he does not know about this place. He knows Mitch owns the building but not that he lives here. I don't advertise it but I also have a Sig Saur .380. I have gotten quite proficient with."

"Well don't do anything stupid Doc."

Sheila locked up and then made dinner for her and Bit. Afterwards, she bathed her daughter and they played a while before putting the little girl to bed. She then sat and watched TV on Mitch's big screen when she heard the door rattle. It was about nine PM. She jumped up and got her gun from her purse.

Since the door was locked, I assumed that Sheila was bathing or something or just frightened. Little did I know how much. I unlocked the door and walked in like I normally would only to be confronted by my pretty fiancée pointing a gun at me. "Whoa there sweetheart. It's me. Don't shoot." She put the gun down and ran and jumped into my arms.

"I'm so glad your home. I was so scared. My place is a wreck. They smashed my TV and wrote nasty stuff on my mirror." She was crying again. 

"I tell you what. First put that gun away in a safe place. Why in the hell do you even have one with such a young child? Then we will go take a look. Who even knows you live here other than Tom?

"That's the thing. Other than my immediate family, my office and Tom, no one knows. I don't have much of a social life except for you. Of course the day care has my address."

"Has anyone been following you?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

We went and looked at the apartment, being careful not to disturb too much. John and his boys were going to give it the once over to look for potential clues. When I saw the mirror I was furious.

"This has to be Tom. I am going to go kick his ass. This has gone on long enough."

"Don't honey. It's not worth it. You will get arrested and lose your job not to mention the ramifications of your reserves. Let John handle it. Now let's go back upstairs and you fuck the hell out of me. I don't want to make love I want a good hard fuck. I have been waiting all week to celebrate our engagement."

"You're right as usual. In the meantime, until this gets sorted, you and Lil Bit are staying with me. I don't give a fuck about Tom. I am keeping my new family safe."

We went back up to my apartment. After making sure Elizabeth was still asleep on the pull out sofa bed, Sheila pulled me into the bedroom. "I really need a shower. Care to join me?" 

No sooner were they in the shower until Sheila was on her knees sucking trying to suck out his testicles. She took as much as she could down her throat at the same time she stuck a finger up his ass and massaged his prostate. That was all it took and he let a week's worth of hot sperm go. This time, instead of swallowing it all, she took the first blast then aimed his hose so he would spray it all over her face. When he was done, she rubbed it into her skin then stood up and kissed him. They finally got out of the shower and went to bed. 

I looked down at my beautiful fiancée lying naked. She wanted a good hard fuck and I was more than willing. I purposely kept my hands to myself so I could build up knowing what was to come. I plowed into her hard and deep. She let out a gasp. I was pounding her hard for a good five minutes. She pushed me back. I pulled out and she turned over. "Do me doggie. I want to hear your balls slap my ass." Who was I to argue? As I was pounding her from behind, I could feel her building to orgasm. Using her juices, I jammed my index finger up her ass. What's good for the goose and all. That sent her over the edge and she clamped down on my cock until it almost hurt. I shot another load of ball batter. We both collapsed and cuddled next to each other went to sleep.

The next morning when we awoke, Sheila asked, "You know we have been together for over six months now. Don't you think we should meet the parents? I know my mom and dad are dying to meet you. Maybe we can go down in a couple of weeks?"

With tongue in cheek I replied, "Honey you can go down anytime you want." I got a punch in the arm for that one. "I have reserve duty next weekend. How about the following if I am not scheduled? "

"That sounds good. I am not sure when we will meet your folks. Austin is a bit farther. How about the next weekend after that?"

"I have an idea. Let's kill two birds with one stone. I will rent us a little Cessna four seater. We can fly down to College Station, maybe have lunch and spend a couple of hours. From there we can jump over to Austin. We can spend the night and fly back on Sunday. That way we can do it all in one weekend. That is, If you trust my driving,"

"Honey, after that last flight I took with you, I will never say anything again about your flying skills. By the way, have you given any thought to the wedding? What type and when?"

"Not really. I just assumed we would do what you wanted."

"Well I had the big church wedding the first go around. You saw how that turned out. That being said, I know this will be your first one. I don't want to take anything away from you. If you want to go that route again, I will gladly do it. I am happy just getting married at the court house. Just so we are married."

"Well, we can always do what John and Caitlyn did."

"What did they do?"

"They flew to Vegas and got married by Elvis. They did put a little spin on it though."

"And what was the spin, or do I want to know?"

"Well, they had a nude wedding. Bob and Fran stood with them. Bob and John each wore a top hat and bow tie. That was it. Caitlyn wore a veil." The look on Sheila's face was priceless.

"I am not sure about the nude part. I kind of wanted Bit to be a part of it. If that is what you want, I guess we can look into it."

"To be honest girl, at risk of losing my man card, I have always wanted to watch my beautiful bride walk down the aisle. I would like a traditional wedding if we can. I know you have been married once before and have a child, but I would really like for you to wear white. A traditional gown. You can wear the one from you last wedding if you like. Your parents' probably paid for the last one so I wouldn't expect that. I will pay for it. But since you asked, that is what I want. Now as to when, as soon as possible."

"Done. We don't have to invite many people. If it's ok with you, I will buy a new wedding dress. You can help pick it out if you want. I can go inexpensive too. As long as we can get a church that is ok with my divorce. The Catholic Church does not allow for that unless I get an annulment. I will not do that. Other than that we can do it your way. It will take me about two months to set it all up."

"Two months is fine, especially if you live up here. I'm not sure I want to sleep alone anymore after last night. Sheila, I do have one other request. Please do not get mad at me. "

"Unless you plan on having some kind of orgy as the reception, I won't get mad. You can ask anything you want."

"For the sake of the wedding, especially when we say our vows, can you go back to your maiden name? I realize that could be an issue because of your daughter's last name, but I want to start anew and really don't want Tom to be involved. I know it is a lot to ask."

"I am not going to get mad for that. Tom has been a big part of my life, good and bad. He is going to be a part for some time to come as we share a child. With that in mind, you are my future. God willing a very long future. How about this? Monday or Tuesday depending on my patient load, I will go to the courthouse and legally change my name back. After we are married, I would like to hyphenate my name to Elender-Murphy. At least professionally. If you want however, legally, I will go by Murphy. I will be your wife. I do think Dr. Elender-Murphy has a nice ring to it though.

"Either way is fine by me. I love you and want everyone to know you are mine. I know it may sound like I am chauvinistic but this is for life. I am sorry but that is the way I feel."

"Babe, there is no need to apologize. If I were you, I would feel the same way. Now let's get something to eat."

I was eating a piece of crisp bacon when I bit down and felt a sharp pain on a tooth. "What the fuck" I muttered. Apparently one of my fillings broke loose. Sheila immediately took a look at it. 

"I guess we need to make a trip to my office. A filling came out. I need to replace it." Then with a wink, she said, "I guess you will get to experience some of my oral skills now."

I just laughed. Once we finished breakfast and cleaned up we all went to my new dentist. Neither one of us noticed the car tailing us. 

It took about thirty minutes to get to her office. Since it was a Saturday, no one was there. Sheila sure had an evil grin as she gave me the shots of numbing agent. Come to think of it, her bright blue eyes sparkled all the while she was drilling my tooth. I have to ask her about that. She must have noticed my expression because she whispered, "As much as you have been drilling me lately, it's about time I return the favor." She couldn't help herself. 

When we got back, I called John to follow-up about the break in. "Mitch, I'm glad you called. What do you say that all four of us meet for lunch? I'm sure Cait would like to catch up with Sheila. Do you have the rug rat? She may like playing with mine."

"That sounds like a plan. Sheila, John wants us all to meet for lunch."

"That's fine dear."

"Ok Doofus. We'll see you about 12:30 at the Lonestar. I'm buying."

"Holy shit; I must have a bad connection here. I thought I heard you say you're buying."

"Yeah, Yeah asshole. You may have to earn it though."

Just as we arrived at the restaurant, John drove up in his F250. He was wearing cargo shorts and golf shirt. Caitlyn was dressed in shorts and nice tank top. I had on jeans and button down shirt while Sheila had a nice pair of short shorts and tank top. She wore heeled sandals.

"Hey there asshole", said John. "Hi, Sheila." Then looking over at me he said "For the life of me, I can't figure out how in the hell you snagged her."

"Leave him alone John", piped up his wife. I'm sure he has some redeeming qualities. Hell maybe he's just hung like a mule." She and Sheila broke down in a fit of giggles.

"Jeez, thanks a lot guys. With friends like you, who needs enemies?"

We all went in and got a table. After we ordered, John spoke up.

"Sheila, are you sure that no one else could be after you. I sent a couple of friends of mine who are with the local police out to speak to Tom this morning. They woke him up. It seems that he has been at a job site for the past three days. A couple of phone calls and his alibi checks out. Now I know he could have gotten someone else to do the break in but like he said, why should he risk custody of his child. He admitted that he still has a hard on for you, but he is not about to go to jail over it."

"I don't know. I mean I have turned a few guys down for dates over the last six months. Plus there is the one that I probably should have turned down." She was looking at me smiling when she said it. "And why would anyone write that stuff on the mirror. That plus the fact that no one really knows where I live except a few people brings me back to Tom."

"I guess we will just keep digging. When do you fly out again and how long are you going to be gone?"

"I leave tomorrow and will be gone about three days. I leave again Friday for reserve duty. I should have Monday off then."

Caitlyn asked, "Sheila, do you want to come and stay with us. I don't want you to feel afraid and you will be safe. The only real danger is John's grilling dinner."

"Hey, I resemble that remark" protested John.

"No thank you. I will be at work all week. Tom gets Bit this weekend. Maybe I will treat myself to a shopping trip. I need to look at wedding stuff you know. Speaking of which, did you really have a nude wedding performed by Elvis and were you also nude in front of Bob and Fran?"

"Yes we did" responded Caitlyn. She went on to tell her how she and Fran got naked on the plane. At first I was skeptical but it turned out to be a real blast. It's nothing we haven't seen before with going in the hot tubs and all. John wanted to do it and I thought hell why not?" She did leave out the part about the dual blow job afterward.

"I'm not sure I could do that. It may be fun to try though."

"Well anytime you two want to come and join John and me in the hot tub, let us know. I am sure we can accommodate you."

After lunch, we went back home. Again, neither one of us noticed the tail.

That Monday I was flying to who knows where. The crime scene folks were working on Sheila's apartment. She was at work. She had about thirty patients that day. At least her income was starting to go up. She was quite happy. She was on her way home when for some reason she spotted a black late model Toyota Camry following her. She didn't think too much about it except it kept turning where she did. She stopped at day care and when she left to go back home, it was still following her. She called John on his cell. When she explained the situation, he told her to try to let him get close. In Texas, cars have license plates on the front as well as the rear. Try to get his tag number. She did. He told her not to go home but to meet him at the Brookshire's near his office. He would meet her there. He said to follow his lead when they met.

Sheila pulled in and parked. She called me and left a message letting me what was going on. It may be nothing but she didn't want to take a chance. I would call her later. As she parked, she noticed the Camry parking a few rows over. No one got out of the car. A few minutes later, John pulled in and parked next to her. When she saw him, she got out and walked over to his car. John got out. "Hi honey. How was your day?" He then gave her a big hug. She did likewise then playing up the act; she kissed him lightly on the lips. She would explain it to me later.




Sheila



She took Bit into the store and waited. John followed but circled around and snuck up to the Camry. He slowly approached the driver side and banged on the window. The dude rolled down the window and asks, "Yea, what do you want?" John showed him his badge and told him to step out of the car. "What the fuck for. I ain't done nothing."

"If you don't step out of the car, I will pull you out. Now move." The guy gets out. He is a white guy about 5'11 and 175 pounds. Kind of scrawny. John ran the plates prior to coming to the store. That is why he was late. The subject was Timothy Burke. It turns out he is a register sex offender. "Show me your I.D." Mr. Burke takes out his license. It is a match. "Now, Mr. Burke, why are you following that lady over there? She has been watching you since she left work. Maybe you are following her little girl. That's it I bet. You have a rap sheet of playing with little girls. I think I will call your parole officer. I am sure you can get violated, or you can tell me what is going on."

"Nothing, man. I don't know what you are talking about. "

"Yeah, OK. John motions Sheila to come close enough to get a look at the suspect. He calls her cell. "Do you recognize this man?"

"My goodness. That is Mr. Burke. I have been doing some work on him over the last three weeks. Why would he be tailing me?"

"I am going to try and find out. " "Mr. Burke. This is the way this is going to play out. You are going to give me the full story. If you do not, I am going to arrest you on stalking. Your criminal history showing you as a pedophile will get lost until you are detained in general population. Someone will recognize you. I will make sure of it. Do you hear what I am saying? Having been arrested for stalking, your parole will be revoked and you will go back to prison. I don't think it will be a pleasant experience, though from what other prisoners think of child molesters, it may be a short lived one if you get my drift."

"Ok I will tell you. Do you see her? She is gorgeous. Hell, every time she works on my mouth, her tits rub against me. I may have made a past mistake, but I am still a guy. I happen to need a filling a few weeks ago. By luck, Dr. Tate as available. I figured if I went back for more work, she would get to know me. Maybe even go out with me. I began to follow her and try to find out where she lived. Then I saw her playing tonsil hockey with that pilot. They were outside of her apartment building. Which reminds me, if she is fucking him, why are you kissing her? She fucks you too. That's it. Damn. She really is a skanky whore. Is she double teaming the both of you?"

"Skanky Whore, eh? You were the one who broke into her apartment. You left a partial print that came back in the fingerprint data base. Admit it."

"Yea I did it. When I saw her with that other guy, it pissed me off. I figured out where she lived. She deserved what she got."

"Listen here dude. That pilot is also an expert in hand to hand combat. He flies fighter jets in the Air Force and can kick your ass. That's her fiancé. I am a very good friend. I mean very good friend. I am going to have you arrested for stalking, breaking and entering and vandalism. Since you fessed up, I will see to it that you are segregated. It is most likely you will be revoked. Have a nice life."

Twenty minutes later Mr. Burke was in custody and the saga was over.

It was Saturday morning and Sheila was cleaning her apartment. Lil Bit was with her dad so Sheila had some time to herself. As she was getting the writing off the bathroom mirror, her phone rang. It was Caitlyn. "Hey girl, Whatcha doing?"

"Not much. Mitch is at reserves so I am cleaning my apartment. I think I will be moving back since it has two bedrooms. Mitch is not happy but he understands. "

"Do you want some help? Doofus and Goofus are out playing golf. Francine and I are just hanging out so I thought I would call. I knew your future hubby was gone."

"That would be great. I could use the company and the help. Even if you just sit and watch, I could still use the company."

"Cool. We will be right over. Fran just loves to watch." She was smiling at her friend and lover.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the now repaired door. When she looked through the peephole, she saw her new friends. She opened the door and in walked Caitlyn with a six pack and a bottle of wine. "We brought some cleaning supplies."

"Cool. That should help me get the place cleaned in no time." She continued her work while the other girls straightened the furniture. "Let me ask you now that it's just us girls. Did you two really get naked on the plane and did you actually have a nude wedding?"

"Absofuckinglutly we did." Caitlyn then looked at Fran and asked, "Should we tell her all the details?"

Francine, holding her beer in a mock toast replied, "That's up to you. I have nothing to hide."

Caitlyn then says, "Fran and I not only did that, but right after my ceremony, we gave our hubbies side by side blow jobs. It was awesome. Fran and I have become best friends. We are often nude together. It has gotten to the point that, due to one of Fran's fantasies, we all have sex together now."

"Does that mean you watch each other have sex or do you do full on swapping? I don't think I could ever do that. It seems too much like cheating. "

"We started out just watching. John and I wanted to help fulfill their fantasy. After several months, again wanting to help our friends, it became full on. We never have sex with one another's spouse without the other couple in the same room. We would never do it on the side either. We laid down some ground rules and thoroughly discussed it before we did the whole swapping thing."

Fran then interjected, "Bob and I have also become accustomed to the nudist lifestyle. We never wear clothes at home. As often as the Martins come over, it is just comfortable for us all to be nude with each other. Plus, as Caitie will tell you I do have a bit of an exhibitionist streak."

"Hell yeah she does. She once said she wants to be laid on the fifty yard line during a Cowboys game."

Sheila then laughed. "I guess that's one way for someone from Dallas to score. I am not sure I could be naked in front of strangers, no matter how good of friends."

Fran then said, "Why not give it a try. We can all get nude right now. It's only us girls."

"I don't know. I may feel embarrassed."

"Tell you what. How about Caitie and I start? We will keep working but just be naked. If you feel uncomfortable, let us know. If you want to join in, then that is fine too. There will be no pressure. We are just trying to give you a new experience."

"Ok let's try it. Who knows, this may be something for Mitch and I to try. The nudist part anyway." In flash, the clothes went flying off and three very pretty women were prancing around naked and giggling. "Speaking of new experiences, have either of you ever tried anal. I would like give Mitch something special. Being as I have been married before, I want to do something that I have never done with anyone else. Especially my ex."

Caitlyn spoke up, "Honey If I must say so myself, while I am relatively new at it, I have become the queen of anal. It took me a lot of practice and John being patient and gentle. Of course it helped that he is no porn star. Do not repeat that. After a time, I have had some of the most intense orgasms. I have even been double fucked a couple of times. Talk about great."

Fran then said, "I agree. Bob is about seven inches. He is not that fat however. I was scared at first, but Caitie here worked with me and some toys. She let John do me first then Bob. It's not something we do every time but once in a while."

"Well I don't want anyone but me fucking my Mitch. Maybe I will practice with toys. I have read a little about it but never could talk to anyone. You two sure are open about your sex lives. Have you two ever done any girl on girl?

Fran said, "We have done that. Again, only in front of our husbands though. We have occasionally masturbated together. Caitie here is a squirter. I didn't believe it till I saw it. It was awesome. When we gave our respective husbands their blowjobs at the wedding, for some reason, we decided it would be a treat for the guys if we kissed. We did and swapped sperm. We would do that just about after every blow job. The boys then thought it would be fun to watch us do girl on girl. Neither one of us and done that before but we were game. So we tried it. The guys masturbated while they watched. It's not something we do often but it does happen. Never without our spouses though. "

"As long as I am on a roll, is either of you into anything really kinky like BDSM?"

Caitlyn replied, "John and I give each other golden showers. That is in the shower or sometimes in the hot tub, we pee on each other. I actually like to drink it from his cock. I love him so much that I figured if it comes out his cock it comes out of him. I love eating his cum so pee is not that much of a stretch. We are not into pain, bondage or spanking or anything like that. Fran and Bob aren't either."

"Damn, all this talk is getting me excited. I may have to find my toy tonight."

"Hell girl, go get it now" Fran said with a giggle. "I'm good for some mutual masturbation. How about you Caitie?"

"Shit yeah. I'm game if you girls are. Maybe we can all learn something Sheila." Since they were already nude, Caitlyn and Francine just sat next to each other on the sofa and started rubbing their pussies. After a couple of minutes of watching, a stunned Sheila sat in the chair opposite and did the same. It took less than five minutes for the moaning to start. About a minute later, Caitlyn shot a stream about two feet in the air followed by three smaller gushes. Fran and Sheila both climaxed at about the same time after seeing the gushers. 

"Damn that was hot" exclaimed Sheila. "I never thought I could do such a thing. " I am going to have to have a talk to Mitch about this."

Caitlyn said, "I would hold off on that. Ease into it about us. I don't know how much he knows. One other thing, part of our agreement with each other is that we would not have sex with anyone else. If you and Mitch may be interested, Fran and our husbands would have to discuss it amongst ourselves. We are not sure if we are ready for a third couple. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I asked questions. You two were kind enough to be open and honest with me. You have shown me other things. I doubt I will bring up what we have done, only the conversation. I want to be the best wife possible and if this helps then fine. Hell he may not even be interested. If not, that's fine too. I have one more last question. Do you have any advice on preparing for anal?"

Caitlyn asked, "If you don't mine me asking, how big is Mitch?"

"Shit, he is hung like a fucking mule. He is seven inches long and at least two inches across. That's six inches around."

"Holy fuck. You have your work cut out for you girl. Start with lots of lube. I would say in your case a 55 gallon drum" Cait giggled. "Make sure your rectum is clean. Start with your index finger and lube it and your anus up. Insert it until you feel comfortable. It will feel a little funny at first. The insert a second finger and move it around and in and out. Finally put in a third. I would get tapered butt plugs and a couple of different size dildos up to or larger than your future hubby. Do that several times a week but not every day. Finally on the night you are ready, use your toys to prepare yourself. For your first time, lay him on his back. You get on top and lower yourself. That way you can control the depth and speed. Once he is in give yourself a few minutes to adjust. Then you can slowly begin to move up and down. If you are comfortable, you can switch to doggie. I doubt your will orgasm the first time. While he is moving, play with your clit. Be prepared after he cums. You will probably have a big fart and may even shoot out his sperm a little. You will probably feel like taking a shit too. It can be messy but to most guys, this is a prized possession. You will literally be giving him your anal virginity."

"Thanks guys. You have been a big help. Between all this work and play, I am hungry. How about we go out and get some pizza?" They all got dressed and left.

Late Sunday night, I arrived home after my weekend at reserves. Since I flew all weekend for the Air Force, I had to have at least a day's rest so I was off Monday. "How was your weekend" I asked.

"It was fine. Caitie and Fran came over and helped me clean my apartment. We need to move back in. Lil Bit needs her own room. "

"I know, but I like you sleeping with me. I hate for you to leave. "

"You can always stay with me in my bed. It's not as fancy but we will be together. If you had two bedrooms up here it would not be a problem."

"You're right. You have a choice. We are getting married in less than two months anyway. I can either convert some of the living area to a second bedroom or we can look for another place. Would you like a house?"

"A house with a yard would be nice. Since I am getting more patients, I can contribute some after my monthly loan payment. Maybe even on an acre lot or two. Honey that would be wonderful."

Then I surprised the hell out of her. "Speaking of your student loans, how much do you owe? "

"Approximately 123 thousand. Why?"

"I know we have not had the money talk, and I know you are a little tight, in more ways than one I might add, but as a wedding gift to you, I am paying them off. I don't want us to begin our new life with anything hanging over our head. And before you ask, it will only take about a third of my liquid assets. As you know, I am pretty good with my hands." I had to smile at that.

Sheila jumped up and damn near tackled me in my chair. I was pleasantly smothered in kisses. "Thank you she said over and over." It may me smile to see her so happy.

"So did you do anything interesting with the girls?" I asked.

"You have no idea." She went on to explain the conversations about the swapping etc. "I'm not sure I could do that, at least not with friends. I may like to try fucking in front of strangers though. The idea of public sex is kind of interesting. I have to tell you something and I hope you won't get mad."

"What?" I was a little concerned.

"We ended up cleaning my apartment nude; all three of us. It was quite freeing. But here is the kicker. Between being naked and the conversation, they talked me into masturbating with them. I can't believe I did that but it was so erotic. There was no touching except ourselves. Please don't be upset."

"Damn girl, I only wish I was here to watch. What you do with your girlfriends is no different than going to a spa or clothes shopping. Hell you can't even go the bathroom without at least one or two going together. If it were with the guys, that would be another story. We don't want to go down that road. If you want to explore the public sex, maybe we can check out a swingers' club. We can watch others and they can watch us if you are up to it. Give it some thought. We may try it and not like it also. In the meantime let's go get our little girl."

"Mitch that is the first time you referred to her as ours and not mine. I hope you feel that way as she will be a big part of your life too. "

"I do. I am not trying to take over for Tom or anything, but she is a sweet girl, like her mom. I am going to be her stepdad. Until I have one of my own, assuming you're willing to have more, she is the only daughter I have and when she is with us, I plan to treat her that way. I will never interfere in the way you and Tom want to raise her though."

"Mitch, I love you and want to have your babies. I will give you as many as you want, as long as it's no more than a dozen or so." Sheila had to laugh at herself for that one.

"I was thinking that in a perfect world, you could pop out at least two. One of each. That would be just fine with me. If you want more that is fine too. Let's just see as the time comes."

The following Saturday the three of us drove down to the executive airport and I rented and Cessna 182 Skyhawk. It is a single engine plane that carries 4 people. Lil Bit had never flown in a small plane and was excited yet apprehensive. Sheila rode in the right seat. I love flying these small planes because primarily of the lower altitude and you actually have to fly it and not just program some damn computer. Once we were in the air and at cruising altitude, I let Sheila take the controls. I showed her how to make turns using the yoke and pedals. I also showed her how to trim the pitch angle. "I could get used to this." She squealed. Two hours later we landed and I rented a car. Sheila directed me to her parents' house.

When we arrived, we were greeted by a familiar looking woman with some Hispanic heritage. She was about 5'5" with medium length black hair and about 130 pounds. Like I said, she did look familiar. "Welcome to our home", Frieda announce and gave us each a hug. Likewise, Daniel extended his hand for me to shake and gave his daughter a hug. He then picked up his little granddaughter and she squealed as he squeezed her.

"Thank you for having me. It is nice meeting you. I can't help the feeling that we have met somewhere before Mrs. Elendar."

"Please call me Frieda. I teach English and literature at A&M. Sheila tells me you are an alumnus from there. Maybe you recognize me from there. I have been at the university for twenty something years now."

"Maybe, but I don't remember any Elendars on faculty in the English department when I was there. I do remember your husband's name in the physics department, though I only took the introductory ones."

"Maybe because I used my maiden name back then. I go by Dr. Frieda Hall at work."

"Oh shit", I exclaimed. Sheila gave me a questioning look.

"What's the matter honey? You look like you have seen a ghost."

"I was in your mom's exposition class my junior year. I was kind of the class clown and my writing assignments were a little off the wall. I just hope she doesn't remember me."

Frieda then chimes in, "Don't worry, I teach so many students, it's difficult to remember them all. Especially if it was a long time ago. Maybe if you give me a hint."

"Uh, I'm not sure I want to. You may through me out and forbid me to ever see you daughter again, even if she is my fiancée."

"Go ahead honey. I want to hear this. I want to hear what kind of student my soon to be husband was."

"Okay, here goes, but don't say I didn't warn you. Do you remember the essay you gave us on what our dream job would be?"

"Yes, I give that assignment every semester."

"Well, mine dream job was being a porn star. I even gave vivid descriptions on various scenes. I think I even included directing in there, so I could cast the lead actress. Do you remember that?"

"Now that you bring it up, I think I do remember that paper. If I am not mistaken, I think you even made some remarks about my butt. It was actually a bit flattering. As that I think about it, you also used to sit in the back of the class and make off color comments about various things. I have often wondered what became of you."

Sheila then asks, "You were ogling my mother's butt? You were a perv even back then?" She was giggling at the time.

To make matters worse, my future father ads, "Well why not she had and still has a very nice butt." Daniel then busts out laughing.

Sheila replies, "You men are horrible. Just horrible." She and her mom giggled even louder. I then remembered something.

"Wait a minute miss goody two shoes. If I recall conversations I heard in class, weren't you suspended in school for smoking? You were what, fifteen?"




Sheila



"I was not smoking. I just happen to be holding a friends cigarette while she was peeing. The assistant principal walked in and I was the one busted. Mom was not happy. She actually talked about me in class?"

"Yeap. She even talked about your older sister. Hope is three years older than you right? It seems mom came home early only to catch her and her then boyfriend making out on the couch. It seems the boyfriend didn't quite know where to put his hands, and thought he would keep them warm under her blouse. "Frieda, that must have been some semester with your girls."

"You have no idea. I thought I was going to go completely gray and I had just turned forty. Of course Dr. Innocent here has always been a little hellion. I remember when she was six. We had gotten her this little bike with training wheels."

"Oh God. Don't tell that story mom."

"Anyway as I was saying, she had this cute little bike complete with those streamers that go into the handle bars. One morning, she is out riding up and down the sidewalk in our subdivision. The thing was, she was buck naked at the time. Apparently her pants kept getting caught in the pedals so she just took everything off. "

"Wow dear. I see you haven't changed much." I got a good punch for that. 

Daniel finally spoke up, "Well now that we have a little history, tell us all about our future son. I hear you're a pilot and work in real estate. I am curious about your flying. I bet you have some stories to tell."

I told him about some things that happened both while flying commercially as well as while in the Middle East. Daniel then asked, "I hope I don't offend you but I am curious. How do you feel knowing that you actually killed people? Does it ever bother you that you took another life?"

"Let me preface that by saying, I don't enjoy violence. Everyone that I killed whether it was from air to air combat or guided missiles hitting a ground target was a casualty of war. Most of the time they were trying to kill me. I am a patriot and proud to be a member of the armed forces. Because of us, the normal citizens can sleep at night. I don't regret anything that I have done as an officer or as a combat pilot." 

"Very good son. You and those like you are true heroes in my book. I thank you for your service. I believe if you can look after an entire country, you can certainly look after my daughter."

"Thank you sir. I appreciate it", I replied.

After a fine lunch and a few more hours of getting to know the Elendars, we drove back to the airport. As we were getting ready to leave, Frieda whispered something in Daniel's ear. He just laughed. As Frieda hugged me goodbye, she grabbed my hands and placed them firmly on her ass. Instincts being what they are, I began to squeeze. She then kissed me right on the lips, even using a little tongue. With a giggle, she said, "There. I hope that helps with any college fantasies you had about me." Everyone laughed at my expense as I probably had that deer in the headlights look.

Sheila gave me a bit of a stern look but while laughing exclaimed, "You squeezed my mom's ass. I can't believe you actually groped my mom."

It took us a little less than an hour to get to Austin. My mom and dad greeted us at the airport. "Damn boy", my dad said. "Introduce us to this fine young lady. How in the hell did you land her with your ugly ass?" He was laughing as he said it.

"Why do people keep asking me that? It's not like I got my looks from you dad."

"It's a good thing too", my mom interjected. "We would never have grandchildren." Sheila and I both double over laughing at that one.

I introduced Sheila and Elizabeth. Then we all drove out to my parents' house. When we got there, my mom directed us to our rooms. "Mitch, you will stay in the room farthest down the hall. Sheila, my dear, you and Elizabeth can have the larger of the two guest rooms. It is the first door." Sheila and I both looked at each other like someone just stolen our iced cream. Mom caught on and spoke up. "I realize that you two are probably sleeping together back in Dallas. Tonight, you have a little girl to think of. Do you really want her to wake up in a strange room all alone? I didn't think so. Hell it's only one night. You go longer than that when Mitch here flies." We both knew she was right. I took our bags and put them in our respective rooms.

Afterwards, we had a nice dinner. Dad cooked steaks on the pit with baked potatoes and baked beans. His pit is a real wood one that really adds flavor. We talked about ourselves and how we met. Sheila talked about her foray into being a dentist and how she looks forward to opening her own practice. All in all it was a nice time. We finally all went to bed around eleven. I didn't sleep too well that night knowing that Sheila was in the next room. She must have sensed it and about an hour later, she opened the door to my room. "I couldn't get to sleep and figured you couldn't either. " She then flipped back the covers, took off her gown and proceeded to ride me until we both came. We then kissed good night and said how much we loved each other before she slipped back to her room. I slept soundly after that.

The next morning, I awoke to fresh coffee. Mom made a big breakfast of bacon, eggs, and pancakes with coffee and orange juice. Bit really got into the pancakes. Mom and Sheila then spent the next three hours cleaning up and discussing the wedding. Mom decided that in a couple of weeks, she would come up and help. It was to be her son's only wedding. Finally I said it was time to go. My parents drove us back to the airport and we flew back to Dallas. Sheila said, "Your parents are sure nice but that was an exhausting weekend. Then we barely got to make love."

"Your right about that. Let's put Lil Bit down for a nap and take one ourselves."

Between work and reserves, I was going to be gone at least the next three of four weekends. While on duty, I spoke to the chaplain about my upcoming nuptials. More importantly, I spoke about wanting to get married in a church. He made a quick phone call. He then explained that he had a friend and colleague in the Dallas area who was a Methodist minister. He would gladly marry us, and we could have the whole traditional wedding with all the trimmings. When I got home that Sunday night, I told Sheila. She was excited. Even though we are both catholic, if they didn't want us to marry because of her divorce, the screw them. We will still be just as married. 

With less than a month to go, the planning was in full force. Caitlyn and Francine as well as my mom were going all out. They were doing a great job in preventing "Bridezilla" from emerging. I was able to even get Hope to fly for free in order to get fitted for her brides' maid gown. She was to be the matron of honor. Francine and Caitlyn were to be the bride's maids. I asked John and Bob to stand up with me. My wingman, Karl "Top cat" Fuller would be my best man. Elizabeth was to be the flower girl and Karl had a son about four who would be the ring bearer. We had made arrangements to have the reception at a hall a couple of miles from the church. All in all, the wedding was coming together. Sheila came up to me out of the blue one day and asked, "Honey, you know you wanted me to wear the traditional white gown for our wedding?"

"Yes of course. I believe you will look beautiful walking down the aisle."

"Would you do something for me?"

"What would you like? Hopefully not a lime green tux or something like that." I was half way joking.

"I go to thinking the other day. I would like for us to get married with you wearing your class A dress uniform. I don't know about the military protocol but I think you would look so handsome. Will you please? You may think I am kind of weird, but it would make me proud."

"If that is what you want, I will be happy to. I will ask Top Cat to do the same since he is my best man. The others can wear tuxes. That is unless you want to rethink the whole nude wedding theme." I couldn't help myself. I got another punch in the arm. 

Finally the big day arrived. It was a bright clear sunny day in mid-June. The church was beautiful with two levels of stained glass windows and a long red carpet. It even had a traditional pipe organ. The Catholic Church had nothing on this particular one. I was standing the front of the church in my dress uniform. I think I was more nervous than at any time I flew combat missions in the Middle East. 

The minister was smiling and cracking jokes. The organist began to play the introductory music. The ring bearer and Elizabeth began their slow walk; well it was more as an excited jog, down the aisle. Next, Francine, who was escorted by Bob, came next followed by Caitlyn and John. After a brief pause, Hope, who was escorted by Karl approached strolled down the aisle. The bride's maids each wore long satin gowns, maroon in color trimmed in white. They are Texas A & M school colors. 

A few seconds later, which felt like an hour, the organist played Mendelsohn's wedding march. I was breathless and weak kneed as my bride appeared. She wore a long white gown highlighted in lace. She had a medium length train and a mid-length veil covering her head. She carried a bouquet of white orchids surrounded by baby's breath. She was escorted by her father who was dressed in a maroon tux. As she slowly made her way down the red carpet, I literally had tears rolling down my cheeks. Karl looked at me and whispered, "Relax buddy, she's yours." It actually made me feel better. We said our vows and the minister finally pronounced us man and wife. I was as giddy as a kid on Christmas as I gently lifted her veil and kissed my new wife. 

The minister proudly announced "Ladies and gentleman, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell Murphy." The congregation of about 40 guests gave us a standing ovation. Sheila and I marched out of the church to go to the reception. Unbeknownst to me, Karl had arranged for a military arch to be presented. These were members of my squadron who in full dress uniform were carrying sabers. As we exited I heard, "Ladies and gentlemen I now present Major and Mrs. Mitchell Murphy." As we proceeded, the sabers were quickly lowered two at a time. As we passed the last pair of sabers, the member of the detail on Sheila's side lowered his saber and swatted her on the ass. In keeping with tradition, as she quickly turned to him, he proudly smiled and announced, "Welcome to the Air Force ma'am." It was a wonderful send off. 

We took a limo to the reception all. The wedding party and both sets of parents rode with us. It was a delightful party with music and dancing. We danced the first dance as bride and groom. I had requested and Sheila agreed that it be "Hey Pretty Girl" by Kip Moore. Next was the daddy daughter dance. Sheila had chosen "I Loved Her First" by Blake Shelton. After that, the music started and we greeted all until time to cut the cake. 

Again, keeping with military tradition, the cake was cut using a saber. We both held the sword and gently cut each a piece. We then fed it to each other gently. There was none of the cramming the cake down the throat shit. After that, we did the bouquet toss and garter toss. When taking off the garter to stripper music, I was able to see my devilish new wife was not wearing underwear. "Surprise" was all she said. I made sure that only I could see her pussy. It was soon time to go so my new bride and I went and changed in to regular clothes. Karl told me he would take care of my uniform. 

I was waiting in the hall for Sheila, still talking and not paying too much attention when I hear a rather loud "HOLY SHIT". I turned, not knowing what to expect when I turned to see my beautiful girl. She was wearing a tight tank top blouse and a white micro mini skirt with wedge type fuck me sandals. She had her hair let down with curls framing her face. She had retouched her makeup and she was absolutely stunning. Hope walked up to me and exclaimed, "Pick your jaw up before you trip on it." She giggled as she said it.

Sheila and I jumped into the limo and went to DFW. We were taking a flight out to Las Vegas for a short honeymoon on Lake Mead. I had booked us a honeymoon suite for the occasion. After working our way through security and all, we were on the plane. As an American employee, my family gets to fly free. It's coach but so what. As we preparing to board, the ticket agent told us that we were bumped up to first class. I don't know how that happened especially on a full flight. Once we were at cruising altitude, the captain came on and gave the announcements. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to American flight 2269 nonstop to Las Vegas. We will be cruising at 36000 feet with mostly sunny skies. Our flight time is expected to be two hours and twenty six minutes. Today, sitting in first class, we have two special passengers. Please congratulate Mitch Murphy and his new bride Sheila. Mitch is a first officer with American and a pilot in the U.S. Air Force Reserves. His beautiful wife is actually Dr. Sheila Murphy, a dentist. Please give them a round of applause. We stood up and walked back to coach and again were greeted with heart felt applause. We kissed each other and thanked everyone and sat back down.

As soon as we got to the hotel and in our suite, Sheila immediately dropped to her knees and undid my pants. "I have been waiting to eat you all fucking day. I'm not sure how much we are going to leave the room but I want you to last." I lasted all of about three minutes until I coated the back of her throat with my hot cum. She really loves my sperm. She then stood and we kissed.

"Honey, now that you got your snack, I'm hungry. I didn't eat much at the reception and it's been at least 5 hours. How about we go down to the buffet?"

"Ok. Give me a couple of minutes to freshen up." About five minutes later, she came out of the bathroom still wearing that outfit. As we proceeded to the buffet, every man and some women couldn't help but stare. I was proud of my new wife. After a nice dinner, we decided to walk the strip. About two hours later, we returned to our room.

Sheila came up to me and gave me a deep kiss. "Honey, I have something I want to do for you. As you know, I was married and have a child. I am however in way still a virgin. I would like to give my virginity to you tonight."

"What are you talking about?" Being a guy, I am a bit dense.

"What I'm talking about is my ass. No one, not even Tom has been there. Tonight with a lot of patience and lube, I want you to have my ass. It is the gift I want you to have my dear husband."

"You know I am rather large. I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure you want to try this?"

"I am surer than ever. I have been talking to Caitlyn, and she has been giving me pointers. I have been working on trying to prepare for you. I feel certain, we can make this happen." With that she removed her clothes and jumped into the bed. She reached got a big tube of lube out of her makeup case. She then got on her hands and knees. "Just please go slow and gentle."

I quickly stripped and joined her. I kissed her ass and tongued her little brown bud. He enjoyed that. I then began to tongue fuck her pussy. I kept this up and she began to have a nice orgasm. That made her relax. I took the lube and put it all over her asshole. I then slipped one finger and moved it around. After she relaxed her sphincter, I inserted a second and finally a third. Sheila was moving back and forth fucking my fingers. Finally, I removed them and lined the head of my cock. I slowly put it against her hole and pushed little by little. She pushed back against me until the head was just in. We waited a couple of minutes until she relaxed and she pushed back more. Inch by inch, I slipped in farther and farther until I was balls deep. My bride slowly began to move back and forth. She finally picked up speed. She turned to me and said, "Go for it big boy. Fuck my ass hard. I am good. Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhh. I'm starting to cum. Fuck me harder. Cum in me. I want to feel you cum in my ass. Fill my fucking ass."

This sent me over the edge and I unloaded spurt after spurt of cum deep in her rectum. It took me a bit to soften and slip out. When I did, Sheila let out a loud fart followed by a cream pie flowing out her asshole and down on the bed. Sheila then looked back to me and with a smile said, "Thank you. I am no longer a virgin."

"I should be thanking you. I never thought I would ever do that with your gorgeous but small ass. I would never have attempted without you asking. I love you so much."

With that, we showered together and went back to bed and fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up the next morning with a big smile. Unfortunately I also woke up with some bad gas and I let out the loudest, longest smelliest fart that I could remember Just as my new bride opened her eyes. "Jesus fucking Christ, Mitch; I guess that's the difference between dating and marriage. The fucking wallpaper is starting to fall. I hope to hell this isn't something I have to look forward to our whole life." She was giggling while holding her nose. I did apologize, though I'm thinking that it cost me a morning blowjob.

After an unfortunately quick shower, we went down and had breakfast. We decided to do a little gambling then take in the sights. We had been in the casino about fifteen minutes when Sheila dropped a dollar in one of the slots. Bells and lights went off and she hit three sevens. My excited new bride jumped up and down and she won just over two grand. She was dressed in a light sundress and decided to forgo a bra. It was a sight to behold. After taking in some of the sights, we decided to go to the pool. 

When we got to the pool, I think every man there wanted to take out his cock and stroke it. My lovely wife had on a bright yellow thong bikini, which were little more than three triangles. Her butt cheeks were on display and she was displaying some very delicious camel toe. She later told me she removed the liner for my pleasure. Her boobs were falling out of the top which just covered her nipples. "Do you like, she asked? 

"Most definitely" I replied after tripping over my tongue. We stayed at the pool for about an hour until Sheila looked up and said, "Let's go. I want my pussy eaten then fucked hard and fast. I am as horny as bitch in heat."

We went back to the room and she had her top off before we even got to the door. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. I couldn't help wonder what her patients would think if they could see their conservative looking dentist. I know I would be thinking about her oral skills. Once we got to the room, she virtually ripped off the bottom and jumped on the bed with her legs open wide. I buried my face and went to town. It only took her about three minutes to flood my face. "Get up here and fuck me stud. Give me your hard cock. I need to feel you cum inside of me." I did just that. We both fell asleep for a couple of hours before deciding to go back out and see some more sights.

Having never been to Vegas before, Sheila was not familiar with the brochures advertising call girls. If you have never been, there are magazine racks and folks who hand out brochures. They have pictures of the women along with a phone number. These girls even take credit cards. I have never used one but the ads are fun to look at. When she was handed one she goes "Oh, how nice a coupon book."

"Look again, honey. I don't think you want us to use those coupons."

She opened the brochure and shrieked "Oh my God. I can't believe they actually do that. I had no idea.

"Yeah. It's amazing what you can find here."

We walked up and down the strip for a couple of hours then decided to stop at bar and grille for dinner. After we were seated, I excused myself to go to the restroom. I had to take a massive dump so I was gone a little while. I had been gone about ten minutes, yea it was like I said a massive load, and when I returned to the table two guys were apparently hitting on my wife. "Look, I told you both that I am married. I'm waiting on my husband to come out of the restroom. Even if I was single, I sure as hell wouldn't be hooking up with you losers. Now get lost."




Sheila and Her Friends Pt. 01-04



In the dark. Again. By the column in the old bar, Sheila a stunning woman of indeterminate age, stands just far enough away not to be bothered by the bartender or his customers. Being the residual of her encounters, Sheila wants the babes in the woods, innocents, to bring back what she lost long, long ago. And here they are, the new ones, tantalizing appetizers: The wispy red head with sad eyes, a beautiful lean body. The confident salesman on the prowl here in the bar, his closer's smile a tad too bright. The hooked up couple whose touch, cool and calculating, belies hollow enthusiasm.

As she focuses her intensity on them, they become satellites in the sun of her subtle but undeniable attention. One by one they notice the odd warmth, turn instinctively to that beguiling something felt but unseen, in the dark of the bar. Little movements, a step here, an adjustment there, edging closer, unconsciously, to the platinum-haired Sheila who is still, quiescent by the column, radiant. She is the moon to the ocean. Drawn near, they smile and laugh and do whatever to preen, to show off, to be noticed, to be selected--please.

Sheila smiles. It is all she needs to do. Just smile to gather the kittens, scampering and the puppy dogs, tails wagging.

Come home to mama Sheila thinks. I'm so hungry. She waits here in this yuppie bar in the mining-turned-arty town of Bisbee, Arizona. She has been here in town a long, long time. Small and cliquey, the town hardly remembers her, the traces are faint and to be found in the most unlikely places. The county recorder's office, for example, lists Sheila as the owner of Bisbee's oldest, now defunct whorehouse. The deed is older than the oldest resident, save one--its owner.

There is a problem in this overt stalking, though. She doesn't want to draw the unwanted attention and the clear memories of the unselected. How could she last so long in one place otherwise? She must winnow, even cull, and then send the right one on an unobtrusive search. She eases the attraction and moves away to mollify her unsuspecting devotees. Now she focuses a single intention and draws on an unruly instinct to push it forth: An electric impulse from eye to eye like some strange invisible sigh.

Across the room, Julie feels an unmistakable tingle and wonders, why now? What is this sexual urge when all I'm doing is idly looking at that curious woman by the column, who has somehow slipped away.

There she is! Just like that stepping out the door. I was going to that place by the Copper Queen anyway...

One to go, a take out bakery for a pretty muffin, her skin the glaze of snowy white butter cream, delicious to lick, Sheila thinks as she stops by a railing to adjust her shoe so that the pretty redhead can catchup.

"These hilly streets are hard on heels," Julie says as she comes near the silvery shinny-haired woman. She is a little surprised at her boldness. Usually, she is shy around strangers.

"I know," Sheila says. "It was just vanity to wear them." Then she reaches out and steadies herself by touching Julie's shoulder.

Julie is electrified; she holds onto Sheila's arm like a drowning swimmer, her body sinking. Suddenly both are shuddering, a chill rushing through them. The chill turns hot, like stepping from a cold shower into a hot tub.

"Ow!" Julie shouts, "You shocked me. Talk about static!" And she leans against Sheila to keep from falling.

She is trembling and then laughing. "Yeah, we could light up this town! I hope I didn't scare you," Sheila says and pats Julie's arm timidly. (To herself, Sheila adds, Like you scared me--why did I react this way to one of the innocents?)

Julie surprises herself by saying, "We should drink to the newfound lights of Bisbee?" And hopes the woman doesn't notice her blushing.

"Yes, we should! I'm Sheila..." Instead of squeezing her arm or shaking her hand, she leans into Julie and kisses her cheek lightly. 

Julie trembles and says, "Nice to meet you, my name is Julie," and cannot resist the impulse to brush her fingertips against Sheila's cheek lingering at her chin as though she too were ready to kiss her.

"That's different, Sheila. I'm usually shy. Here I am acting like a lezz. Sorry..."

"No worries," Sheila says, "let's make it a funny start for great friends!" (Why would I say that?--it will surely be a very short friendship. Do friends really eat their friends!)

They walk up the hill in the dark. Ahead three shadows silhouetted by a streetlight turn onto their street and walk towards them. Men.

Sheila notices Julie tense. "Don't worry too much about them," Sheila says, and takes Julie's hand.

"They might tease us--or worst," Julie replies, but squeezes Sheila's hand tighter.

"We could get lucky," Sheila murmurs.

"What do you to mean?" Julie asks.

"I could use the exercise."

"If you say so," Julie says, surprised now at her own sanguine attitude. In fact, she is more excited now than afraid. There seems something unassailable, even invincible about the two of them, together, electric ladies of the night. She says it aloud, "Electric ladies of the night."

"I know," Sheila says, "I heard you the first time."

Julie stops walking and looks at her new friend. "That's weird 'cause I didn't say it out loud the first time. But now I can hear you thinking, This is more complicated - like you had a plan for us that has changed."

"You know what else, Sheila, I can even tell that you are resisting this change because it so surprising for, your term, an innocent like me."

Meanwhile the shadows turn into noisy, rowdy men in slouch hats, a sometimes sinister affectation of the town's bad boys.

"Hellooo there ladies," one of them leers, his voice filled with false cheer, threatening. "You two want some company?" he adds predictably.

"Nope cowboy," Sheila says pleasantly.

"Just cause you like her pretty tits, don't mean we can't too!" he says, moving toward them.

Later, Julie can't remember what possessed her to shift sideways and arc her leg, tilting her foot at an angle so as to strike effortlessly and cleanly break his jaw. Sheila stares at her in amazement and thinks, I thought I was tough!

Julie doesn't miss a beat, "You are girlfriend," she replies out loud, "I'd be running away madly without you."

The man with the broken jaw is moaning, slumped on the street. One of his friends pulls a small-caliber gun and raises his hand to point it at the girls. There is a blur and Julie hears the unmistakable crack of bones breaking (like a big wishbone snapping she thinks and then hears Sheila in her mind say, I wish you hadn't seen that).

No matter, Julie replies silently, you are my hero.

The final man runs past them.

Julie turns around and hugs Sheila and smiles coyly, "What are super girl friends for."

"You scare me," Sheila says. "I could probably have talked them out of any problems, you know."

"I know it now but not before, I just guess I was defending your honor." Julie says, thoughtfully.

"My honor? I don't have any."

"Yes, yes you do. Even if you do suck their blood," Julie says and stops and stares at her friend. "Is that what you want to do to me--too?"

The men on the ground are still groaning. The man with the broken hand is crawling toward a board beside the road: The persistence of testosterone. 

Julie stares hard at Sheila and then kisses her on the mouth. "Feed on him, I can wait until you stop loving me. Jeez, what melodrama!"

Sheila begins to cry, "I don't get to know what love is..." Julie holds her tighter then and thinks, I can't believe I've fallen for someone who might break my heart and even kill me. A woman no less. Damn!

"You are so funny Julie!" Sheila says, wiping her eyes, as she casually reaches up to stop the board swinging down toward the back of her head. You don't have to watch this you know. 

"Yes, I do." Julie says. "Friends don't let friends eat alone...yuk!"

Sheila turns to her meal and lifts the man's startled body like a rag doll. "I hope you don't run away after you see this but if you do I promise not come after you."

Julie smiles timidly and stays to watch as Sheila sinks her eye teeth into the squirming man's neck and silently feeds until he is still. Oddly, there is not much blood, a dribble here and there, not like the movies at all, she thinks. 

Julie pulls her away from the man with broken jaw who has passed out. Don't be greedy girlfriend, she thinks.

Am I still? Sheila wonders and feels a warm sensation when she hears Julie's silent reply, Best friends for life - my life. And yours. Just don't be greedy and eat your friend...

Now Julie has a wad of tissues in her hand and is busy wiping Sheila's face to remove the traces of the man's blood, some of it pink from Shiela's tears, tears that won't stop.

"Let's go. Don't cry my pretty baby vampire." Julie says but not before she kisses Sheila again on lips that just a moment ago were red with someones blood. You could call that a commitment, Julie thinks. Sheila starts to smile and then she laughs. Her tears are gone now. She is happy to have a friend--finally.

They go to another bar. This one a relic of countless miners who worked here over the past 100 plus years. An ornamental tin ceiling and a thick wooden bar, old and gouged and battered, but strangely comforting: They both feel it--inviting, we've been here before, Julie thinks, knowing now that Sheila understands her without a word being spoken. She marvels at this weird intimacy.

I am older than this bar. I feel as nicked and used as it looks. If it weren't for the blood, I'd look exactly one of the old whores that worked here in it's hay-day. (Jez I hope I can block that ugly thought from my new friend, she thinks wistfully.)

Julie puts her hand on Sheila's and begins to gently stroke it, as though she were taking the hurt away from an injured child.-- Didn't work. I don't think you'll ever be an old whore. I love being your new friend, though! That is a very warm and comforting thought, girlfriend! Julie directs this thought at Sheila with a radiant smile. Then she sighs, her eyes misty, and leans over quickly to kiss the top of Sheila's hand.

"You're making me embarrassed," Sheila says out loud, some predator am I, she adds silently.

Well you're my favorite, and only predator! Won't you tell me how? (I'm not sure, I mean 'how' Sheila but you know I also don't ever want to lose you! Dumb thing to say since I've only known you for less than an hour!)

Ever is a really long time, but to tell the truth you had me when you kissed me and called me your baby vampire.

I called you my 'pretty' baby vampire. I think you just like the "pretty" part or you'd eat me alive like you wanted too before.

"I know," Sheila says, "now I'd rather die than hurt you--or let anyone else touch a hair on your sexy head."

"You probably already know what I want to ask, since you mentioned sexy," Julie sighs.

"You want to know about us in bed, doesn't take a mind reader to figure that out, miss squirmy, my hot little sex muffin. I don't need any special senses. I can feel your heat and even the ambrosia of how hot you are!"

"Well, don't embarrass me with facts, Vamp!" Julie says and is interrupted from her lustful thoughts by the bartender.

"What'll it be, ladies?" The bartender smiles, and adds, looking a Sheila, "Are you the Vamp?"

"Yep," Sheila says, "call me Miss V. Two reds, please, to celebrate my vamphood and my new girlfriend. Pick something mellow and crisp, love."

"Coming right up, Miss V." In a few minutes she comes back with two glasses filled to the brim with an excellent red wine. "The first two are on me. Just because you two look so hot together. My name is Lily and I'm jealous, to tell the truth, I feel like I should know you--even though I'm straight." And smiles wistfully as she moves down the bar to help another customer.

"Look at her perky ass, Julie, look at it like a man might, see its possibilities, beckoning. Isn't it good enough to eat?

Huh, Julie thinks, is that how you express your attraction to me?

Julie's is surprised then when she experiences a thought that can only be described as a delightful giggle, a laugh!

Yes, my new love, she would be exactly that--a gift to you and us--someone to enjoy together so that we don't overwhelm our...attraction. Sheila is still then her mind almost empty except for a kind of hum that Julie somehow feels in the pit of her stomach.

So you want to seduce her so that we have a...buffer? "Your not going to hurt her, are you?" Julie asks aloud for emphasis. She can't shake an odd sense of protectiveness about for the bartender.

I've already started seducing her just like I thought I did with you until I ... fell.

"Fell?" Julie says.

Yes. The word hovers unspoken like an invitation in her mind.

For me?

For you.

"Maybe everyone (except men Julie remembers) will be the same. Your powers of seduction will seduce anyone for you?"

"Could be, but during these many years I know an exception when I see it," Sheila shrugs.

"So what's this about already seducing her? I didn't feel that weird attraction like when I could hardly keep from touching you." 

(Jeez, I'm still stroking your hand no wonder we're drawing attention, she thinks as she looks around the room and finds smiling women and pretty girls looking at them wistfully.)

Better get use to it, sweetie, when the electric ladies of the night shine everyone glows!

Julie shyly looks down, blushing. "Sheila," she whispers, "I'm so wet."

"I know," Sheila says, "I think they do too although they can't quit understand how."

"OK," Julie, says, "everyone's hot and has that loving feeling...but what about the pretty bartender. How does she know she's the one?"

"I have to kind of snag her like I did you. I need to focus on something attractive to her and to me and I have to isolate her so that I am not randomly heating up the room."

"That's cute 'heating up the room.' I remember feeling separate and then swoosh there you were in my head."

"Not everyone gets a swoosh, you're special. Not sure why. But just so you know, you are someone to die for."

"That's nice. I like you too, but do we have to get to know each other over or even under," she giggles, "the pretty bartender? You're sure you won't get carried away and hurt her?" Again, a shiver, an odd sensation, something warm, misty, makes her look more closely at the bartender. 

No, Sheila thinks, we're going to love the beautiful temple of her body and on her alter we will feed her desire. She will be very happy you chose her. 

I chose her...?

Yes.  
Tip Your Lovely Bartender

Sheila and Her Friends, Part 2

When the bar closes and Lily, our lovely bartender, gives the tables their last wipe. Sheila and Julie are sitting together at the end of the bar. Lily wonders why she let them stay past closing. She is hurrying, nervously trying to finish the cleanup. Julie gets up and grabs an extra rag and helps with the tables. Lily looks at her gratefully. 

Julie tells her, "You don't have to worry about Miss V who is sitting over there preening herself like an indulgent cat." Julie pitches her voice, looks at Sheila meaningfully, and says, "You don't have to be with us unless you really, really want to. Don't pay any attention to her mental caresses. Just do what you want to do." 

Lily looks from Julie to Sheila uncertainly. "I don't know what I want. Both of you are sooo hot," she says, "I'm scared because this is weird. I told you I'm straight. I'm also, well, excited. I mean like more excited than I've ever been before. I want you to like me, to...to...have sex with me! I feel like a cat in heat, screeching filled with desire, it makes my head spin." 

"Just the way it should be," Sheila says, as she walks slowly toward them, hips swaying indulgently, eyes smiling, breasts lightly bouncing--their perkiness just to let you know. Julie looks at Lily, and tells her, "Here comes your she-mate, Miss Screech, better know what your doing." 

Then, Julie reaches out to Lily and puts one hand on her bottom, her fingers dimpling the hollow between her hips, clothed thinly in leopards. Instinctively, the other hand she places in front, firmly on her mound. She holds her hotness steady, enormously pleased with how comfortable this feels, and asks Lily, 

"Ready?"

"God, yes!"

"Wouldn't it be nice if we were naked? Would anyone see through these dusty windows?" The question is moot, there is a swirl of air and suddenly Julie feels warm flesh beneath her hands, her flesh on the hot pouty curve of Lily's ass. Her other hand feels the silky hair of Lily's bush, her dampness wet along her fingers. 

"Guess you're ready, huh?"

"You don't have any clothes on either," Lily stares.

"Guess who did that?" 

"Tell me I'll be OK again?" 

"Yes, we only want to love you. You are like a delicious salad, between Sheila and me and dinner."

"Dinner?"

"Sheila is my personal cliche: She is hungry for love."

"In all the right places," Sheila grins, as she drops lightly to her knees, and using an unusually long tongue, shiny and wet and pink, traces Julie's fingers outlined on Lily's mound.

"God," Lily moans. "You two are so hot. If you all touch me again, I'll come just thinking about it." 

"Hope so," says Julie, as she slips her finger in between Lily's hips and touches the rosebud of her ass. Her fingers stroke and probe. Sheila's tongue slips past Julie's stroking fingers now spread wide to give her access. Lily is no longer able to think, all she can do is feel the fingers probing, the tongue licking, and then her clitty, her sweet little clitty, is being nuzzled between Julie's fingers as Sheila's long tongue takes ownership and swirls her over the edge, again and again, until there is no stopping her greatest cum ever. All the while Julie and Lily are kissing and kissing, randy angels gone mad.

Lily settles down enough to breath. She moans again, "This may surprise you but I've never been with a woman, let alone, two."

"Well, join the crowd," Julie says, "I've never touched anyone like I'm touching you. Not even Sheila. Sheila said we needed you as a buffer...if this is buffering, what is the real thing?"

"Happy to be your first, really, really happy!" Lily says laughing. She is blinking rapidly and looking from Julie to Sheila with the moon eyes of a teenager in love.

Aren't you girls, sweet, Sheila thinks. 

Jealous?

No.

You sure--you started it?

Let's focus on Lily, I want her to come big at least three times.

How generous of you! How many times do I get to come, Sheila? You get to come as many times as you make Lily cum.

I see, so you want your two virgins to fumble around while you watch, huh?

Hey! Wow! another thought intrudes, this time from Lily, How come I can hear what you all are thinking?

Sheila and Julie look at each other quizzically. 

Lily looks at them with a sigh and starts to cry. Wow! Wow! Wow! she thinks, First I was hot, then I was scared, then I had like my best cum ever, and now I feel like a strange new sister because I can hear what you're both thinking. 

Julie reaches out to hug Lily. "Come on, then, join us then. Maybe some of the women of Bisbee are met to find each other."

This is so strange, Sheila thinks, I have so completely lost control!

Julie looks at Lily intently, and in her mind says, Sheila is very special and we need to take good care of her. She has all these strange powers but I think she needs love. So why don't we get our virgin hands wet and take away the loneliness that haunts her.

Lily shudders and says simply, "Its the least I can do, you two have made me feel so good--so open, not wanting, not jealous, it's like you are my dreams come true even when I didn't know for what I was dreaming."




Sheila and Her Friends Pt. 05



Parts 1 thru 4 (combined) of Sheila and Her Friends got over 11,000 hits. Part 5 only around 4,000. So I've revised Part 5 and added an introduction. Hope you like as much as I do. Part 6 should follow around the same time. Have fun. Your comments are much appreciated.

So, in Parts 1 thru 4 we met Sheila, the telepathic vampire who finds herself mysteriously attracted to Julie. Julie was almost a midnight snack before they realized just how far back they really go: Friends Don't Eat Friends (Part 1). In a bar, they discover another delicious karmic friend, Lily, who is connected to them both: Tip Your Lovely Bartender (Part 2). Sheila's telepathy is three-dimensional, timeless, and at least among these destined friends, shared, allowing them access to each other's senses: When We Put Our Minds Together... (Part 3). To experience the past in another's memory, vivid and all too real, can be confusing. The implications begin to unfold in Where Are We... (Part 4).

Join the friends again, in Part 5, to learn about their lives in the 1800's when their love made the bond that is their destiny today.

All of the characters are 18 years old...some are much, much older, agelessly older.

Sheila and Her Friends, Part 5

Where We Meet Again

"Here is the story of a strong-willed girl," Sheila says as Julie and Lily snuggle closer. "A girl who finds her heart's desire one sunny day while exploring the steps and alleyways of Bisbee. This is my story and the woman you now hold so closely, like the events in my story, are well over a hundred years old.

"So let me introduce you to Mistress Sheila on another of her walks, unknowingly on the cusp of discovery and, as these once upon a time tales encourage, her destiny..."

On one of her morning hikes, she sees the girls of Cheroots lounging in their tatty nightgowns, capturing the morning sun, pleasantly drinking coffee, idly chatting. They wave, beckoning her to join them. How happy they look! She smiles shyly but continues to climb the stairs until she reaches the road at the top of the ridge. Hidden by a tree, she stares down at the girls, small and childlike at play on the porch. Laughter and odd curses waft up the hill. Secretly, she wishes she knew them better.

As a proper girl, your Sheila lived in the big house on the hill over there, one of the few with a cobble-stoned road by its door. I was from a wealthy family--a young mistress you would hardly expect to venture into the sun without both a parasol and a chaperone. My father tells me never to walk alone, to bring the maid or a brother, but your future girlfriend wants neither. She wants her freedom to explore, even if being free means danger--shivers of fear on those occasional close calls when she meets a mean drunk or two. (Looking back, I was probably immune from the usual dangers of a woman walking alone might face--most everyone knew who the mine boss's daughter was.)

Unconsciously, she takes to walking the steps that pass by Cheroots more often. The pretty sleepy girls and their friendly waves become a special part of her morning ritual. She does't know who they are or what they do to earn their morning's freedom from the long hard work others must do during the day. (How innocent I was.) It takes an overheard conversation to glean more--"

"You ain't working there no mat'er how much that Miss Betty pays." Mrs. Jones, her mother's maid, tells her daughter as they fold the big comforter on Sheila's bed. "Ain't no place for a woman who ain't whoring, so keep away."

"But ma, Miss Betty said she'd look after me."

"Yeah, wouldn't be the first time a negro girl was 'looked after' on her back in there. Just stay away." She says, their voices fading as they head out back to air the comforter.

Now Sheila is intrigued. She knows from other slips in polite conversation that whoring involves loose women who do bad things no proper woman would dare. What bad things? She isn't entirely ignorant; she understands sex in a mechanical way, one absent apparent pleasure (what a stallion does to a mare to result in a foal). She also understands all too clearly from her mother's countless admonitions that sex (or any contact, for that matter) between a man and woman is only the province of a proper marriage to a suitable gentleman. Her nubile body has other ideas, sometimes aching with a worrisome wet desire, a fuzzy longing she keeps secret. The secrets arouse her curiosity, what do "bad things" really mean and who does them and why, especially since whenever they were discussed, a guilty frisson takes over the inhabitants of the room, especially among the men.

So on her walks the friendly girls on the porch become more intriguing, their "bad things" a secret beguiling, until one morning pausing at the top of their steps, a tempting dozen feet from the porch, she smiles at them and waves. Of course they wave back, inviting her over. She declines, shaking her head, almost giggling and steps lightly along, wishing she could visit.

The sirens lay a trap, relying on her predictable schedule. The next morning as Sheila turns onto their street, they place on the top step directly a silver tray: On it sits a china teapot, six thin cups and saucers, bowls of honey and thick cream (the weather is still cool). Dainty spoons, small embroidered cloth napkins, and a vase in which a long-stemmed red rose proudly stands to complete the elaborate presentation. What better way to tempt a proper miss!

Sheila looks up the long stairs. Heart beating wildly, she realizes how excited she is. Something red glints in the morning sun at the very top of the stairs. Up she goes, step by step, visiting temptation. When she finds the tea service, she stops and smiles, how lovely. Who could be so bad they would offer a proper girl her tea so nicely?

(Little red riding hood wasn't one of your girlfriend's childhood stories, Sheila adds, smiling wistfully as the thought causes giggles from Julie and Lily.)

Erma, a small shapely woman disguised as a cute girl, makes first contact, toying with her like a cat its mouse.

"Care for some tea, Miss?"

Lost in her appraisal of the tray on the step, Sheila is startled to find that Erma is somehow standing right at her elbow.

"Oh...hello!" Sheila says.

"Hello to you too!" Erma smiles and adroitly kisses Sheila's cheek, leaning into her like a little girl.

How forward! How sweet!

"I'm Erma, but everyone just calls me Tiger."

"I am Miss Sheila Gordon. Pleased to meet you." Oddly she is thinking of a curtsey, why would I do that?

Erma does curtsey, there on the third from the top step where a misstep might send them both toppling down the long stairs. She bows low until her head rests (accidentally?) on Sheila's thigh just above the knee. Sheila does almost stumble, but the apply named Tiger is quick and steadies her with an arm firmly around her bottom.

"Careful, these steps are steep! I'm sorry I startled you, Miss. Won't you come have tea with us, please."

Sheila can't help but say yes, distractedly smiling, as she remembers the strength and sureness of that warm arm that protected her from falling. Erma takes her hand and leads her to the porch.

(Julie interrupts, Sounds familiar doesn't it?--Stopping on the street to help a stumbling maiden. Both have given up speaking, lost as they are in Sheila's bygone world, their telepathic conversations the better to preserve the movie of Sheila's past.

You and Julie were so coy and cute--first contact, discovering each other: Electric ladies of the night! adds Lily, the image of them floating in her mind.

Yes, I learned a secret or two about the fine art of seduction from Tiger, as we called her. Let's go back...)

On the porch, the girls surround Sheila, happy to have a new plaything, someone to tease, a pleasant diversion with whom to wile away their sunny morning.

"Your hair is so fine and shiny, how do you get it that way?" Asks Eileen, a dark-haired beauty with unruly curls, who timidly touches the silvery blond locks that stray from under Sheila's bonnet.

(Eileen, I would later learn to my astonishment, had the densest forest of velvety black pubic hair, vast mountains of curly peaks, into whose valleys a girl could loose herself.)

"You dress a little manly--those pantaloons and boots could be on a gentleman or two we know, but not one of the miners. I'm Helena, they call me the Greek goddess when they bargain with me, and that ugly girl playing with your hair is Eileen."

"Here's your ugly!" says Eileen, who pinches Helena's bottom, causing her night dress to ride up her leg and generously display the pale flesh of her calf. Sheila frowns but is secretly attracted by the informality, the togetherness of the girls' and their outrageous teasing.

(After Cheroots, I never had any more sisters--until you all. Sheila interrupts. This causes a long pause in her story as Julie and Lily fondle and coo over their new sister, so happy to be a family of three. They tease her about those 'vast mountains of curly peaks' she must have explored. As Sheila continues her story, they lounge together in a big round bed in Miss Betty's huge boudoir where the walls are pale pink and the curtains lacy white over windows framed in red velvet. Around them matching chaise lounges, big mirrored dressers, and a half-dozen crystal lamps clutter the big room--over-decoration being the fashion in the late 1800s. The window is open, the curtains billow, and the breeze that greets them, touching their bodies snuggled almost naked on the bed, is from the porch where Sheila long ago first met the ladies of Cheroots.)

"You've met Tiger. The girl with the black eye hiding on the couch is Cornelia. We call her Tricksie; she's a busy girl. Come on Tricksie say hello to Miss Sheila. She won't bite--not like that fist you ran into last night."

"Fist?" says Sheila.

"Joey wanted a little something for nothing. Tricksie refused him--and not like a lady either. Joey hauled off and poked her. Miss Betty got the shotgun. Now Joey is banned from Cheroots for a month."

"Cheroots?" Sheila asks, wondering who Miss Betty is, but figuring she'd eventually find out.

"This is Cheroots--we live and work here!"

"Like a big family," Sheila offers.

"You could say that," Eileen adds, "but not around everyone."

"Where is miss sour pussy?" Asks Helena.

"Still asleep with Blackie," Tiger replies.

"Why do you call her 'sour pussy'?" Asks Sheila. Another question she thinks--that's all I do is ask questions.

"Let's just say her and water ain't friendly," smiles Helena. "Blackie bathes her like a baby 'fore they play." The picture of a girl bathing another girl--silvery warm water slipping over naked, shining flesh--flits intriguingly through Sheila's mind...

Tiger takes her hand and leads her to the couch against the wall in the shade. Sheila ends up sitting next to Tricksie who greets her with a soft moan, her rest disturbed, and slumps over carelessly onto Sheila's shoulder. Sheila tentatively puts an arm around her to keep the thin girl from sliding onto to her lap. Tricksie smells like the bourbon Sheila sometimes brings her father in the evening. Despite the steading arm, Tricksie slides down Sheila's front, her head coming to rest on her lap. After the shock of such an unlikely encounter--the glaze of sliding cheek along her blouse, the warmness of the girl's small but heavy head fitted to her lap, her face folded into her pantaloons, she worriedly presses her thighs together. As she adjusts to this strange sitting, Sheila feels oddly maternal toward the helpless girl resting peacefully on her lap. Timidly, she pats Tricksie's head, gently straightening her flyaway blond hair.

"Careful!" giggles Eileen, "Tricksie's like a stray cat, give her a little milk and she'll be your pussy for life!"

"Frrmh ya!" mumbles Tricksie, her mouth vibrating against a now warm thigh, makes Sheila squirm.

"What?" Asks Sheila.

"If I know our sweet-mouthed Tricksie, she said 'Fuck you,'" Helena replies matter-of-factly.

Sheila is shocked by the language but still unwilling to move away, much less flee the porch where the girls surround her with their welcoming smiles. Given the cold formality of her own sterile family life, where smiles much less hugs (that arm around her bottom!) are rarely to be had, the closeness of the girls and their casual familiarity is like a secret narcotic...

(I craved their closeness, like a lost kitten its milk.

Are we your pussies, too? Thinks Lily, big smile, as she licks Sheila's nipple, Can I get something tasty here? Nipping at her...

Shush, little kitten, Sheila says and strokes Lily's soft hair not unlike the way she stroked Tricksie's on that day long ago.)

Tiger scoots to a swing seat opposite Sheila and sits on it along side Eileen. Helena sits next to Sheila, their shoulders and knees lightly touching. Helena's arm is casually draped over the back of couch. Sheila is very aware of that arm resting just inches from the back of her head, as she is those bare knees, so unusually near, peaking out from her nightgown. After all, how often does a proper girl encounter, at quarters close enough to feel another body's animal heat, such a statuesque goddess, one so loosely dressed, her hair the color of peaches in bloom, her skin clear and milk white, her face the picture of a haughty, classic beauty, now softened by a playful smile.

Meanwhile, Tiger sit's up to get some tea for Sheila. She fiddles with the tea tray, and winks at her as she puts spoonful after spoonful of sugar into her cup.

"Cream?"

"Please."

Tiger hands her the cup, "Sweets for the sweet," she adds and settles back, stretching, the contour of her naked body pressed against the thin cotton of her night dress. Bare legs extend and she props her feet, painted red toes wiggling, on the edge of the couch next to Sheila.

"Good tea, my lady?" Tiger asks, a smile nipping at the edges of her upturned lips which struggle not to giggle as their owner nudges Sheila's thigh with her slender foot.

Tiger's foot stops moving and affectionately comes to rest against Sheila's thigh as though it belonged there. Again, as Sheila nervously thinks she should leave, her hand continues to unconsciously stroke Tricksie's silky hair. Her thighs relax, pressed from above by Tricksie's resting head and to the right by Helena's warm body. When Tiger can't restrain her giggles anymore and Eileen pinches her knee, she realizes the girls are teasing her, that she is folded into a wonderful warmth; that despite the adventure and the odd flirting, she is at ease, pleased with all their attention. She leans her head back happy to feel Helena's warm arm fold itself further around her, fingers lightly caressing the starchy cloth that binds of her upper arm.

Now what, Sheila wonders, and decides to just to ask. "So what do you all do here?"

Sheila, looking from one girl to another, says, "I heard someone tell my father that this is a whore house, but I don't think I really know what that means."

"Show her, 'elena, you cunt!" Another voice booms out shrilly behind the blackness of the open door, as the wooden screen door slams open banging against the wall. Sheila starts, the peacefulness suddenly shattered.

"I should be going," she jumps up, untangling herself from the girls, and runs to the stairs, this time going back the way she came. As she rounds the corner, she hears--

"What a bitch you are, Jilly, scaring off our new girlfriend ..."

As she runs away, feet automatically trampling down the steps, hand trailing the rusty steel railing, she remembers her feathered bonnet. Her mind is drawn back then to the place where she left it on the end table by the couch, there by the resting blond-haired Tricksie, next to Helena, the beautiful girl who hugged her, while she sat across from the cute giggling Tiger, the touch of her playful feet still fresh upon her thigh, along with the raven beauty of the playfully pinching Eileen. Like sirens, she thinks...or maybe, someday, new exotic friends?

A few days pass, other routes are taken down far less interesting pathways. Still, the sirens call, the memory of them rich with shivery speculation, each empty long stairway up this street but not that street, a memory of a red rose waiting, the tea service inviting, the girls smiling. She resists for all of three long days. On each of those days the sirens worried, missing their new playmate. At the top of the stairs, little Tiger baits her trap, yet again, now with the addition of a distinctive white feather, souvenir from the forgotten bonnet. Each day, the tea tray is removed by a disappointed Helena, the rose a bit droopy from the sun.

On the third day, three roses fill the vase, one for each day their new girl friend stayed away. Sheila passes the steps, coming this way obliquely, failing to find the different route she vaguely had in mind. At the distant top of those long stairs, the roses' red glint shines in the sun, beckoning. Her hand touches the railing, wondering what will happen if she does climb these stairs again. A big sigh, double darn this half-faint heart! Then up she goes, lightly now, strong legs stepping, hoping all will be well, that the roses mean her new found friends do, really, forgive her her hasty departure.

There at the stop, sighs of relief escape her tormenters, as they watch her take the stairs. Tiger skips to edge of the building, peaking around corner, impishly following Sheila's progress. Again, Sheila stops three stops down from the top stair, smiling, seeing the new addition--a white feather from her bonnet, resting like an eyebrow over the edges of the bowls of sugar and cream.

Tiger, frisky with relief, can't stop herself and hugs Sheila, ending her embrace with a frank pat on Sheila's bottom. Instead of jumping, Sheila leans toward Tiger and pinches her ear, and smiles, "Leave my bottom alone bad girl!"

Tiger laughs and takes Sheila's hand, skirting the tray, she skips over to the porch bringing her find. Eileen kisses Sheila warmly on the cheek, lips lingering, and says, "So happy to see you again, pretty Miss!" and goes to collect the tea service they will use to welcome their friend.

Being a bit overwhelmed by this affectionate welcome, she does't at first notice the two new girls. Sitting In the corner, occupying the place where she sat before, is a slender black girl dressed like the others in night clothes, hers being particularly short, revealing long legs, graceful and slender in ebony that end but inches from hips spread comfortably wide--enough to shockingly reveal a deep dark hairy center barely covered by the nighty. Sheila tries not to stare, her gaze shifting from the black girl's frank sultry smile to the mysterious dark down there, hardly believing what she sees in either direction. (Back then, white people and black people weren't much for mingling, let alone being the source of such relaxed directness.)

Next to the black girl is a lanky girl with frizzy red hair, eyeing her. The girl pushes the black girl's legs closed, "Blackie, quit tormenting the virgin, leave that pussy for the gents!"

The voice is familiar from her last encounter with its indignity, Sheila says, "So you must be Jilly?"

Jilly's eyes shift hiding their surprise. Up she gets, graceful and strong, full of herself, and walks to within a step of Sheila, "How do you know my name?" There is a bit of threat there, but something else, too, something suggestive that Sheila has no name for except to understand this enforced closeness is an intriguing part of it.




Sheila and Her Friends Pt. 05



Sheila, being no pushover--no school yard bullies ever got the better of her, boy or girl, answers Jilly's intimidation. Moving a step closer, her breath on the girl's smooth face, close enough to be nearly cross-eyed, she stares into the girl's green eyes, and asks, "What is a cunt, Jilly?"

Jilly giggles, "I like you, too, miss prim and proper! Eileen and Tiger were right about you," and wraps her arms arounds around Sheila's, pressing her chest to chest. Reluctantly, she releases Sheila. Taking her hand, she drags her to the couch, where they sit together, Blackie at Sheila's side, her legs closed now from the force of Jilly and Sheila being squeezed against her.

"Blackie, sweetie, show the girl what a cunt is."

"Show her yourself, sour puss, if you dare--the girl could faint dead away, she see that red hairy beast."

"You like it, enough!"

"Takes me hours to clean you up."

"With your tongue, toiling away like a maid on my floor."

Now they fight, the black girl jumping up and straddling Jilly, her knees wedged next to Sheila. Holding Jilly at bay, long fingers tying together thin wrists, she pushes her arms up and pinches Jilly's breast, twisting the nipple, outlined invitingly through the taut cloth.

"Ow! Leave my little titty alone!"

Blackie wiggles her hips, snuggling onto Jilly, who giggles spreading her legs so that Blackie' bottom is trapped between her thighs. Blackie looks over at Sheila, who watches their shenanigans, wide-eyed. "Here," Blackie says, pulling up Jilly's night gown, leaning back so Sheila can see the full bright red bush of hair sprouting between Jilly's legs, "here is a cunt, a sour puss cunny.--My cunny." Sheila's month is open, amazed especially when Blackie adds, "if you treat us right, I might share this cherry pie with ya'!"

Jilly is watching Sheila, "You can touch it, go on..." she says, her eyes intent.

Sheila shivers and wonders if she's getting a fever.

At this, Tiger quickly pulls Sheila up and away, "Quit!"

"Come on, let's visit me Miss Betty. She wants to be introduced to you."

Eileen joins them, hugging Sheila, "Don't mind the wild girls, they're always fighting--like cats and dogs in love."

"In love?" Sheila asks, finally recovering her voice, as she stares back at the girls, now tickling each other, where she sees a wisp of that red bush still exposed under Blackie's twisting legs.

Inside Cheroots, Sheila is surprised to find a proper drawing room--one that would not be out of place in her own home where the furnishings are rather lavish for this mining town. In walks Miss Betty, dressed like any other wealthy matron. Seeing Sheila, Miss Betty comes to her and takes her hand in both of hers, "Welcome to Cheroots! You must be Sheila! The girls hardly talked about anything else after your last visit--you made a very special impression."

"Thank you," Sheila replies and introduces herself.

"I'm Betty Gordon" Betty replies, "people call me Miss Betty."

"We have the same last name?" Sheila remarks, looking closely at Miss Betty's features, wondering if she is somehow a part of Sheila's family.

"Yes we do," Miss Betty says, "a coincidence, I'm sure. Won't you have some tea with us, Tiger is found of serving tea to her friends. For days now my good china and silver tray have been outside in the sun, waiting your return."

"Aren't we happy your efforts returned Miss Sheila for a visit, Tiger?"

"Yes ma'am. If Blackie and Sour Pus' don't scare her away again."

"Don't worry, Tiger," Miss Betty says, rubbing her shoulders affectionately, "I am sure Miss Sheila Gordon is a strong and true woman who can stand up for herself." As she says this she studies Sheila intently, marveling at how beautiful her niece has become. The last time she was this close to her all she saw was a profile, the turn of a pretty covered head, glimpsed between the shoulders of parishioners standing at mass, their voices raised in song, not noticing the matron in the flowery dress who slipped out of the church, her eyes teary, six long years ago.

Sheila finds the remark strange, but nods her head acknowledging the compliment with a whispered 'thank you.' Her eyes follow the contours of Miss Betty's patrician face, realizing with a start the similarity in the curve of the eye and the shape of the nose, features undeniably like those of her father.

No half-heartedness for your girl friend, Sheila looks directly at her, "Are you sure you aren't related to my father, Miss Betty?"

"Yes, I must confess, indeed I am. I am truly his sister--his fallen sister--one I'm sure you've not heard about."

"You're my Auntie!" Sheila exclaims and rushes to hug Miss Betty tightly. Here finally before her eyes was a woman relative, not some distant matron back in Ohio--everyone in the immediate Gordon family are male except her mother. This was wonderful! Here at last was someone she could talk to, someone she instinctively understood to be not at all like her mother, despite the similarities in their wardrobe.

"I'm so glad to see you grown up, so strong and beautiful." Miss Betty says, leading Sheila to the big sofa. "We have so much to talk about--but I need to say that if your father ever found out about your visits here. You and I would be in trouble. My brother wouldn't hesitate to run me out of town. I don't know what I'd do with my girls, then. Don't misunderstand your newfound Auntie, you are always welcome here and if you ever need my help for anything--anything at all--I am here for you. But in the future we must keep your visits a secret."

"I think I understand!" Sheila says, "My father can be mean when he loses his temper! But won't the girls talk?"

"The girls are the family I never had. I watch out for them and they watch out for me. But we need to have a plan--maybe a disguise--a way you can visit us unnoticed."

Sheila laughs and points to her boots and pants, "The girls think I look like a dandy. Maybe I can dress like a cowboy!"

Betty thinks about this. "You'll need some place to secretly change into a real cowboy costume, someplace where no one will notice you. I'll get Clarissa to take you to the women's spring, we call it the Secret Spring. Men don't even know that it's real. They think the Spring is a nickname for Cheroots."

Miss Betty and I spent the better part of the afternoon talking about family. She knew about my mother's nervous spells, my dad's mean streak, and about the women left behind in Ohio. She described my cousins and my life as a child, giving me an amazing picture of what my life was like--something I was too immersed in to recognize. Glancing at the slanting sun now working its way behind the mountain, she asked Tiger who listened intently to us the whole time, to fetch Miss Clare.

In walks an unsmiling young black woman with a remarkable, forthright presence.

(Sheila smiles at Julie and Lily, thinking, One we all have come to know so very well now.)

"Miss Clare this is Mistress Sheila." Miss Betty says.

"Hello." Miss Clare says, her eyes neutral, almost smiling, as she extends her hand.

Sheila hesitates, but shakes Miss Clare's hand by the fingertips in the fashion of the ladies of Bisbee. She cannot remember ever seeing a white woman shake hands with a black woman. Then she smiles broadly, remembering Jilly and Blackie, how natural and fun they were, and hopes this forthright, but stern Miss Clare might someday be her friend too, unlikely as it seems at the moment.

"Miss Clare, you need to keep a secret for me."

"Yes ma'am."

"Take Miss Sheila to the Spring the back way, but don't go in unless you know for sure no one has seen you."

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll keep the girl hid."

(Julie is watching her Lily in the here and now, shivering as she hears the familiar purring vowels murmur forth out of the past.)

"Thank you, Miss Clare," Betty says, "She is very important to me."

"Me, too" Tiger says, playfully bumping her shoulder against Miss Clare, who ignores her, until Tiger nips her earlobe with gleaming teeth, causing Miss Clare to surrender a stern giggle, before pushing her away. Sheila smiles and smiles feeling a new kind of glow, a glow like candle light on playful girls and smiling women, lighting up a hidden world among soon-to-be new friends.

Into the afternoon shadows they step, nothing more than a woman with her maid following. Clare is talking quietly to Sheila: "Turn left here, see that alley, just ahead is another alley, see that old blue door?" They have arrived at the Spring the back way.

"I don't think you need to worry about anyone seeing us in this narrow alley." Sheila says, intrigued by the adventure, but doubting weather she can retrace her steps.

"It's twisty." Clare says as she knocks on the door, a tap-tap-TAP pattern, twice done. "Hope they hear..." She mutters. Then they do hear a shuffling, the draw of a lock and the creak of the door opening an inch to reveal a dark inquiring eye. The voice inside: "It's Clare."

Once inside, they follow an older woman down a narrow rock lined mining tunnel, its old wood lintels causing them to duck their heads at intervals. They enter a warm misty room where a spring overflows a rock cistern. Clare points to the buckets along the wall. "I work here sometimes, hauling water to the bath over yonder."

The woman turns to Clare and looks at her questioningly, "Tiger told me you would be coming the back way. I'd never hear you, otherwise."

"She tell you why, ma'am?"

"Yes. Can't say I'm happy about it, but Miss Betty is my fast friend. So here's whats what: You are Miss Sheila. My name is Annabelle Rogers." She pauses, looking at Sheila closely, judging the risk. "Your father will close this place down if you are ever discovered here."

"My Aunt Betty said the same thing.--That she'd be run out of town." Sheila replies.

"First thing: Leave off the Aunt Betty. You are a cowboy. When you step out of that backdoor, you are nothing more than a hungry cowboy out for an afternoon's sport at Cheroots. You will be dressed like a man and you must act like a man, especially if there are customers at Cheroots. And never tell anyone you know Betty or me."

"Yes ma'am." Sheila says. Clare secretly smiles, enjoying Sheila's humility under Miss Roger's stern gaze, a place she's been herself many times before.

"Miss Clare!"

"Yes ma'am."

"Miss Betty and I trust you. Take care of this girl, don't let her stray or be seen." Miss Rogers looks again at them both. "There are three ways into the Spring. You know the front (never come into the Spring that way--and don't show it to Mistress Sheila--no other customers should ever see you) and you've just been in the back way.--That's the way you will always leave once Miss Sheila has changed into a cowboy."

"You two will enter through the milliner's shop on Front St. There's a locked storage closet near that door to the toilet in the back. Open the door quietly. Miss Hardiman will lock it behind you and will keep an eye out.--She is the only one you can trust. If someone else is in the shop don't go near the back--even to the toilet. The door in the storage closet is hidden and must never be known by anyone else."

Sheila watches this exchange wide-eyed. The intrigue is like a drama--like some passage she might have read in an English novel. Yet, here she is in the heat of this steamy room next to the mysterious black girl, Clare, and the strange woman, Miss Annabelle Rogers, characters in her own book of memories about her lost Aunt and all her playful girls.

"Miss Rogers" Sheila says solemnly, looking directly at the woman. "I will keep your secret and Miss Betty's secret and Miss Clare's secret--you all would surely be in trouble for helping me. I won't jeopardize you. I am a serious girl--woman. I will not gossip."

"Do you keep a diary?" Miss Roger asks.

"No, ma'am and I will not start one either."

"Good. Come alone to Miss Hardiman's at 10 in the morning next Tuesday. Look at the hats she sells. Clare will be waiting to take you down the passage and show you where to change. She'll be your lookout and take you to Miss Betty's out the back door of the Spring after you change."

...

The days of waiting tick by like an old woman walking, tedious and eventual, but oh so slow. Sheila thinks about the mystery, the playful girls, Blackie and Jilly fighting, Tigers touch and the way she nipped at Clare's ear, Clare's rueful smile, and, Miss Betty--my auntie, long lost. Finally, it is Tuesday morning. She tells her mother she is only going to the library down the hill, giving her the excuse the she feels better reading when she has her monthly pain. Now she walks in that direction, but crosses the street and innocently enters the hat shop to browse. When she enters she notices someone else in the shop, she frowns suddenly feeling forlorn. She knows she can no longer directly visit when she wants--simply take the steps as she innocently did just days ago. She has not met Miss Hardiman, so when the customer turns and looks at her, she is startled to hear, "Most women smile when they look at my hats, you should too, Miss Gordon!"

"I'm sorry. I thought you were a customer. I am pleased to meet you, you must be Madam Hardiman." Sheila says to the spritely older woman, who has turned to look intently at her.

"You can call me Miss Hardiman, the only Madam around her is your auntie, as I'm sure she's already told you. Don't let anyone know that you know her much less have visited her."

"Yes, ma'am." Sheila says to this familiar refrain.

"You'll need an excuse for coming here. See that fancy hat on the holder over there," Miss Hardiman says, motioning to a purple and white feathered bonnet.

"Yes ma'am."

"You will be working here part time, in secret, to pay for that hat as a surprise gift for your mother on her birthday. That is the story we will use if anyone asks why you're here so often."

"Yes, ma'am."

"You can go on back now."

"Thank you!" Sheila says hurriedly as she nearly skips to the back.

Down the hallway she goes, past the curtained storage room where suddenly a graceful black hand grabs her wrist. Sheila giggles as she sees Clare behind the curtains. Clare puts her finger to her lips and leads her to the back, around the corner from where the toilet door stands half open. Yet another curtain, then a closet. Squeezing into the closet together, bosom to bosom, Sheila can feel Claire's breath on her neck. Claire reaches around pressing into her and pulls aside yet another curtain. Sheila struggles not to giggle, as she feels fingers slipping down her front. With the click of the old key Clare has on a string around her neck, a three-quarter high door like you might find under a stair opens inward to reveal steep steps into a dark passage.

"Hold my hand," Clare says.

Sheila whispers, smiling "You aren't related to the forward Miss Blackie are you?"

"You could have worst friends than Blackie." Clare says.

"What I meant is everyone at Cheroots is always holding onto me or touching me, like I'm a doll they can play with."

"Hmm." Clare says noncommittally, but can't resist squeezing Sheila's hand playfully.

"See!" Sheila says. Clare can hear the smile in her voice.

"You know why?"

"No." Sheila says hesitantly, almost afraid of what the answer might be.

Clare hesitates, afraid she's gone too far.

(Julie and Lilly giggle and whisper into their storyteller's ear: "Don't be shy, dear Miss Clare, we're already here in the present camped between the lovely legs of your charge.")

Clare decides the truth is better than all this pussy footing around.

("Pussy footing?'" Julie smiles as her foot nudges Sheila's mound.

"Quit, let me finish my story. Aren't you curious? There I am on this dim dark stairs about to be told a truth by Clare--that's you Lilly in case you've forgotten." Sheila says.

"Yes, Ma'am!" Lilly giggles.)

Sheila stops on the steps, still holding Clare's hand. "Tell me, please, Miss Clare."

Clare looks at Sheila before she plunges into what she is damn sure is none of her business. She cannot understand how she can be so frank with this rich girl, this girl who could ruin everything for them all.

Sheila squeezes Clare's hand. She hears a sigh. "Don't tell them I told you--please."

"Never. I have so many secrets to keep now. It makes me feel like a Queen, a secret Queen that has somehow been granted a mirror into which she sees everything."

"Your highness," Clare smiles, "The girls touch you because they like you and they want to be close to your innocence. They touch you because they love to touch each other. The girls don't have men for lovers. The men they touch are customers. Their lovers are the girls they live with. That's why Blackie and Jilly were playing together, why they asked you to join them."

"Is that why Tiger nipped your ear? You looked like a mother tolerating her daughter's silliness."

Clare sighs, they are stopped now on the bottom landing where the steps turn. There is enough light from a crack in the foundation above them to see each others hesitation. "Yes, Tiger and I often share a bed."

"Like a slumber party where friends stay overnight?" Sheila's heard about this in the past at school but she was never been allowed to attend one.

"No, girl!" Clare giggles now, "Like where we make love together."

"Love?" Sheila shivers.

"Love!" Clare answers and with exasperated sigh plants a kiss, wet parted lips onto Sheila's staring face and half-open mouth.

"Girls kiss like that?" Sheila says with an involuntary pant.

"Well?"

"Well what" Sheila feels her face blushing, bursting with color.

"Did you like being kissed by a woman?"

Her full wet lips made a huge hot impression, sending shivers everywhere, but Sheila won't admit this. Something might change. Maybe the girls won't like her anymore. Maybe she won't even be able to marry!

Clare, still holding her hand, says. "Quit worrying. It's just a girl kiss, a taste of the sweet. I won't tell anyone I kissed you. They'd be so jealous and Tiger'd tease me bad. But be warned, that is surely not the only kiss you'll get from the girls at Cheroots!"



Sheila and Her Friends Pt. 06



After her first girl kiss, Sheila just stares, dumbfounded at the thought of what other kisses--intriguing girl kisses--she might yet receive. Suddenly she is eager, no longer worried about the dark twisty steps Clare is leading her down to the Secret Spring.

Clare, still holding Sheila's hand, is wondering to herself how stupid it was to kiss this white girl, the mine boss man's daughter, not to mention Miss Betty's niece. At the old wooden door at the end the corridor, she stops but doesn't open the door. Clare stands hesitant, a frown of worry on her smooth forehead. Sheila understands then how outrageous, even dangerous, it was to be kissed by a black woman--her so-called maid. Her lips are still wet with that delicious kiss. The wetness elsewhere is back, the one that embarrasses and torments her at unexpected times. She rests her cheek against Clare's back and squeezes Clare's hand.

"Don't worry, Miss Clare. I won't tell." And then she giggles, remembering Tiger nipping Clare's ear, "But I would still love to tease Tiger.--Your Tiger is such a big tease, I know she would understand!"

"She'd make you come to bed with us!" Clare giggles now too, reassured that Miss Sheila might be trusted, sensing something special in her frankness.

Sheila blushes unseen in the dark corridor, but takes the initiative and spanks Clare on her butt, "Quit--as your girlfriend would say! If we stand here in the dark much longer I'll be tempted to nip your ear, too!"

Clare laughs then, rich and warm, turns and hugs Sheila, whispering, "Thank you!"

On the lintel cut in the rock above the door is another key. "This is the outer door." Clare says as she unlocks it, putting the key back in its hiding place. Once inside they hear flowing water and feel the first hint of warm steam. "Be quiet now." She whispers as they continue along the shaft until they reach yet another door she opens quietly, peaking into a long room that looks like a big storage closet. She puts a finger to her lips and points to the far wall where rough wooden slats let in glimmers of light from the room beyond--the Secret Spring. Now like naughty girls they tiptoe to that wall and peak thru the slats to spy on the naked woman and their girlfriends playing in the spring. She marvels at the shapes and sizes and hues of their mostly rosy bodies. They glimmer in the steam, slippery in the warm water, while the slender hands of their companions reach out to casually caress their wet shiny skin. A girl is leaning on her side, her head resting on the shoulder of another woman. She stares as a playful hand cups her bare breast. The girl smiles, her eyes closed in contentment. A girl like herself Sheila realizes as she studies the thin bare beauty of her cuddled body.

Pointing to the serving girls carrying buckets of hot water, "My job sometimes," whispers Clare, lips so close to her ear Sheila feels their plumpness and leans into them, the better to steal an accidental kiss.

"Hard work." Sheila whispers back, turning her face so that their cheeks touch. She is still floundering in all of Clare--her unexpected kiss, her rich warm laugh, her stern but forgiving smile, that she sleeps with Tiger, the girl who hugged her own bottom so playfully.

"Careful, Miss Sheila," Clare says, "don't get me started."

"Started?" Sheila asks, looking at her with unblinking eyes.

"Oh, hell!" Clare whispers, "Virgins!" Sheila shudders, sending a tremor through them both. "Come on," Clare says, and pulls her to the curtain on the other side the room behind which they find a set of old cowboy clothes hanging on a nail.

"You need to change."

Sheila stares dubiously at the old dusty clothes. She sees a set of chaps and wonders whether these are really necessary. Clare grins, "Guess you get to wear the whole getup. We'll hang your regular clothes here. I'll help you."

Sheila nods, her face blushing in the dusty streams of light. "Don't worry it's what maids do." Clare shivers as she studies the smooth pale tempting face of her charge.

Sheila takes Clare's hand and looks again carefully at her, at the dim light blending with the dark shine of her cheek, at the beauty she discovers there, "What do friends do, Miss Clare?"

Clare smiles broadly, says nothing, but hums a little tune as she reaches out to slip the straps of Sheila's dress off her shoulders. First the right shoulder, then the left: Like a baby, she lifts Sheila's arms through their hops. Next she reaches around Sheila pressing her body almost against hers to reach the buttons on the back of her long dress. Sheila can't resist, she leans her cheek against the top of Clare's head, and says, "You smell like cinnamon."

"Tiger's always missing with my hair." Clare mutters, surprised and secretly pleased at all this fluttery dangerous flirting going on between them. She leans closer her face almost against Sheila's chest as her fingers slowly unbutton her skirt down the back, the lower the button the closer she gets to that warm chest.

Sheila whispers, "You like my buttons?" leaning forward to help Clare reach the button, surprised and pleasured now by the touch of Claire's forehead resting in the valley of her tingling breasts.

Clare lifts the back of her skirt so that she can reach the last button. She rests her head comfortably where Sheila lets her. Then she giggles softly, moves her head back and forth, the better to feel those warm breasts yet hidden beneath the scratchy blouse and thick undergarment, and says, "Yes, ma'am!"

Sheila's arms reach out. Lightly as a feather floating to the welcoming ground, she hugs Clare, arms along her thin strong shoulders, and, settling, snuggles, thinking she could stay like this all day. Clare feels the girl as she frees the last button, but doesn't move. Instead she gently drops to her knees and lets the girl hug her all she wants, her arm returning the favor, resting on the pert curve to the girl's bottom. It is so innocent, this warmth, the hands that encompass her so tender. Like Tiger she thinks when she sleeps snuggled close on a cold night in their unheated room. After a while Clare and Sheila untangle themselves, dazed and bemused: the hugging, the warm steam, the laughter and chatting of the women behind the wall, the caress of bodies misty in their steamy sinecure, tell them they are in a dream far from the cares of the world. Clare sighs, "We can't stay here all day."

(Lily, smiles and smiles, her eyes wet. Julie holds her, stroking her hair, thinking of cinnamon, and Sheila, herself dewy-eyed, rests her ancient young head between Lily's breasts. 'Home at last.' She thinks. Murmurs of agreement among the girls, snuggling together in the here and now on Miss Betty's big round bed, still floating in the ether of the past.)

Back at the Spring, Sheila smiles at Clare, "I wish I could bring you home with me."

"You can visit Tiger and me anytime." Clare says as she unbuttons the back of Sheila's blouse. My blouse too! Sheila thinks as she feels the warm air on her shoulders.

"Thank you, Miss Clare!" Sheila teases, wondering what it would be like to have that 'sleepover' with her new friends, as she watches Clare unrolling a long strip of bed sheet. "What's that for?"

"Your buttons!" Clare smiles, pointing at Shiela's nipples, little nibs hidden but prominent beneath her undershirt. Sheila blushes remembering her unconscious tease to Clare as the sheet is wrapped tight around her chest suppressing the fullness of her still tingling breasts.

They finish dressing quickly. They've lingered too long. The bulky skirt is exchanged for dusty jeans, her blouse for a worn flannel shirt. Sheila looks at them disdainfully, "These are dirty!"

"You seen many clean cowboys, girlie?" Clare snickers as she straps on the chaps. Now for the tricky part, Clare thinks, getting this frisky girl to Miss Betty's before I get into more trouble.

"Remember the back entrance in the alley where I took you before?"

"I think so."

"We'll go out that way."

"I have to be home in the afternoon, at least by 4."

"Good! The girls will like that. More time to tease their virgin. No one comes around Cheroots until after 6 anyway. You sure your mama won't miss you?"

"She traveling with her lady friends to a luncheon at the fort." Sheila says, referring to Fort Huachuca, an Army outpost 30 miles to the West. Sheila had to fain female sickness to get out of the bumpy hours-long ride and the interminable luncheon.

With surprising ease they navigate the now familiar back alleys until Sheila appears in full costume at the porch of Cheroots, her hair bunched up under a ratty sombrero dipped low over her eyes. Clare hides behind the corner of the building. The girls eye the stranger warily--no one comes to Cheroots in the morning. They start to slink away, not wanting to be seen in their ratty bedclothes. Then they hear the giggle, and wide-eyed, watch the big sombrero removed with a dramatic bow, silver hair freed, as Sheila presents herself. The assembled sirens laugh and clamor to surround her with hugs and playful kisses.

An excited Tiger kisses Clare who has now joined them, "You brought the Virgin!" and pats Sheila on the tempting spot where the leather chaps surround and enhance the pout of her bottom.

Sheila reaches out and hugs Tiger not even bothering to brush her hand away. "Clare has been very nice to me."

"I'll bet!" Tiger grins as she strokes Clare's back.

Meanwhile Helen snuggles her luxurious black mane against Sheila's neck as she reaches around her back to kiss her cheek, murmuring, "Welcome, home."

Arm and arm, Jilly and Blackie saddle close beside Tiger and Sheila. Jilly reaches out and pulls Sheila toward them and hugs her as she giggles, "I'm still waiting for you to touch me."

Blackie strokes Sheila's hair as she smiles at Clare, "Her hair is like yours, little half-breed..." and sniffs it, her chin resting lightly against Sheila's scalp "but no cinnamon."

Eileen is pulling a sleepy Tricksie toward them, her eyes twinkling, "Here Mistress Sheila, I brought your pretty pussy."

Sheila giggles remembering the sleepy blond who snuggled so unnervingly into her crotch and holds out her hand to steady Tricksie. She smiles at Helena, "Why thank you so much for my bringing my pet!"

The girls laugh and fondle their friend playfully, teasing hands resting on her flattened chest, "Come in, cowboy! Miss Betty's still sleeping, but we'll keep you good company!"

They traipse into the house and onto the big L-shaped couches, bare dusty feet rest on the coffee table. Sheila smiles as she settles into the wonderful informality of them all together: Clare and Tiger to her right where Tiger has pressed herself like a wet sheet to Sheila's side. Opposite them Jilly and Blackie sit, their legs entwined holding hands as they stare at Sheila, sticking their tongues out now and then. Tricksie sits to her left, happily content to lay her head on Sheila shoulder. Helena wedges Tricksie between them, her long arm again reaching comfortably around Sheila's shoulder, fingers resting on her shoulder.

Eileen remains standing. Smiling, she announces, "Since Tiger obviously can't get up, I'll serve tea." In a little while, she returns to find Tricksie again slumped onto Sheila's lap. As she did before she grooms her like the sister she never had, sifting her fingers through Tricksie's fine blond hair. Meanwhile, Eileen sets the tea tray on the table. She pours the tea into dainty cups, adding sugar and cream to each. Dutifully, she gives each girl a cup, her eyes smiling, especially when Jilly casually strokes her breast, her hand darting down the open neck of her nightgown as Eileen leans over to deliver her tea.

"Thank you, miss slut!" Jilly says, her fingers busy, not letting Eileen go. Sheila, fascinated, sees only the billowing of the nightgown's neckline where Jilly's thin forearm fits like a pale white snake wiggling into a warm cave. She shivers.

After Eileen finishes serving the tea, she sits at Sheila's feet, fiddling with her boots, "We never allow cowboys to where their boots to bed."

"Bed?" Sheila exclaims.

"Well, ain't you here for good loving, cowboy!" Blackie asks, looking at her expectantly.

Tricksie hears the call to action and wraps her arm around Sheila's chap-skinned leg, "You got to pay to play, Miss Betty wouldn't have it any other way." Frisky fingers tucked between the couch and Sheila's leg knead their customer's warm thigh.  

At the mention of Miss Betty, Sheila looks around for her savior. The girls chuckle. Helen says it'll be quite awhile before Miss Betty's up and leans in to note instructively, "Just need to pick one and off you go to a stall in the back."

"Stall!--Do I look like a horse?" Sheila says, warming to the game, despite her reservations.

"There's seven bedrooms in Cheroots." Helen explains. "Three we call stalls 'cause they're long and narrow. We don't want any men bedding down for the night."

"So I just ride my little horsey in there and then what?" Sheila smiles.

Jilly watches Tiger and Clare. Clare looks worried. Tiger looks intrigued. Jilly points to them, "Miss Clare and Tiger show 'em--like that traveling salesman does with those shinny knives they sell. Show 'em how sweet we can treat a swell cowpoke like this buckeroo here."

Meanwhile, Eileen has unfastened the straps that cinched up Sheila's boots and is tugging away at them, distracting Sheila from replying. It doesn't help that Tiger drops to the floor and purrs like a kitten at the entrance to Clare's legs. Clare scoots over and whispers to Sheila, "Just relax. Soon enough you'll be one of the girls."

One of the girls... Like a maestro, Clare plays the perfect chord to begin this symphony of sensual delight. Sheila could resist the teasing and the caresses, but she cannot resist the enchanting idea of being one of the girls, her secret wish, her longing all these days from the first time she spied them playfully lounging on their porch in the dappled shade. She looks at Clare, who see each hesitant blink of her eyes like a butterfly darting, its wings in sunbeams amid a field of tantalizing flowers.

Tiger, too, watches those innocent darting eyes, her heart swelling. She sits on the edge of coffee table and looks at them both, at their barely contained trembling, their faces so close. She reaches out and strokes Clare's cheek, her fingers coming to rest on the curve of her lip. "Like chocolate cake, cowboy, tasty and sweet!" Then she presses the back of Sheila's head and leans her into Clare's intent face. Their lips touch, enfolding themselves in plump sweetness as they press in--urgently in--until at last Clare's tongue traces its way onto Sheila's barely parted, panting lips. Tiger narrates, "A first kiss for the young and tender cowboy here at Cheroots to lose 'his' virginity."

The girls all clap and almost get rowdy until Helena shushes them, pointing to the far bedroom where Miss Betty sleeps.

Sheila leans back on the couch looking at them all and shyly smiles, "Well, not the first kiss!" And caresses Tiger's cheek.

Tiger does a mock swoon and buries her face between Clare's legs. Giggling, "Oh, you little whore!" as she reaches under Clare's skirt to tickle her thighs and spread her legs. Soon the dress is up around her waist and Tiger's face is buried between dark parted legs giving her pussy what today is called a raspberry. Clare squirms.

"See what you started? Said you wouldn't tell."

"Sorry, I wanted to tease this little Tiger who is always teasing me just like she's doing now." Sheila says, unable to take her eyes away from Tiger whose head is still between Clare's legs, her pale brown haired head burrowing like a hungry rabbit into the black tunnel formed between those trembling thighs. The noises have stopped, but now Sheila notices Clare's bloomers are pulled aside. Tiger's face must be touching...!

Suddenly, Tiger gets up and leans into Sheila, her lips wet, her face fragrant and kisses her full on the month, pausing only to slip a wily tongue between Sheila's lips. Panting as she frees the surprised girl, Tiger says, "Just like Blackie said, I don't mind sharing my sweethearts."

Blackie's eyes shift to the door, she hears footsteps on the wood porch. Tiger tenses when she hears Blackie say, "Someones on the porch!"

Holding tight to Sheila's hand Tiger hurries her out of the room. Clare follows. Down the hall, at the first door on the right, they enter a narrow room dominated by a bed tucked into the corner and a short dresser with a water bowl and a pitcher--one of the stalls. Sinking onto the bed they press their faces against the wall and listen.

"Ladies!" comes a voice from the other side of the wall. "Looks like you got company."

"Just a cowpoke." They hear Helen say.

"Little early, ain't it?" the man says.

Clare, her finger to her lips, is watching Sheila. The girl looks intent, focusing on the man's voice.

"Betty 'round?"

"Still sleeping" Tricksie says. "You want a sit?"

"Won't be long now," Tiger whispers in Sheila's ear.

"You girls leave your shoes out?" the man says as he sits down on the couch next to Tricksie. The shoes look familiar almost like the boots his daughter wears to hike around where she don't belong.

Tricksie kicks them under the couch. "Yeah!" and scoots next to the man, until she is pressed against his thigh. "Want somethin' to drink or ya want me?" and giggles.

Sheila's eyes widen as the man says, "You'll do. Don't have much time. Let's get to it." The aggressive voice is unmistakable: She hears her father.

Eyes wide, Sheila nearly shouts at her father were it not for the firm hand tiger has clamped over her mouth. Tiger looks at Clare for help. Clare whispers in Sheila's ear, her arm snug around the girl's quivering chest. "Shh! Shh! Little miss Sheila," guessing at her distress, "just 'cause your Dad has a graving now and then don't mean much. He's a man, ain't he?"

Sheila hears the whispering reassurances and feels the warm press of Clare against her. She sees her friend Tiger, her hand still pressed to her lips, watches her eyes watching her, watches her smiling now and leaning in, her lips just above the hand covering her lips, now moving the hand tentatively away with a single finger pressing at the center of her dimple, moving closer, pouting lips longing to be against hers, lips touching, kissing and kissing. All the while, as in a dream, she feels Clare stroking her hair, whispering to them both, "Kiss her quiet little Tiger, kiss the little princess quiet, kiss her for me..."

Before she knows it, Tiger has traded places with Clare and together they are kissing and kissing their princess, kissing away her disappointment, kissing away her fear, holding on tight and tighter, until soon they are stroking her up and down the still covered length of her body, pressing against her as they do, feeling her quiver, getting closer and closer, until she feels nimble fingers working at the buttons of her blouse, freeing the unwanted cloth from her too-hot body.

"Get under the covers," Tiger whispers and they slip under the thin sheet. "We need to look like we'e fucking--case the door opens."

"Lock the door!" Sheila pants, all the fingers beguiling her with their open buttons and their wandering touches. Clare gets up and tries to slide the latch, but it won't close. "That's so Miss Betty can poke her shot gun in to roust a mean cowboy." Tiger murmurs, her arms tight around Sheila who feels the outline of her firm body and plump breasts on top of her pressed down against her own.

Tiger continues her instruction, "Just in case, you need to get on top, like you're fucking me. No need to take off your boots or them chaps, just slip 'em down a bit, so you can get in me."




Sheila and Her Friends Pt. 06



"In you?" Sheila almost giggles, it's so preposterous.

"Like a cock!" and rearranges herself under Sheila so the she is caught in the hot center between Tigers legs.

"You're so hot" Sheila whispers.

"Just like you, cowboy!" Tiger says and puts her hands on both mounds of Sheila's hips, tugging down her britches. "If someone opens the door, you move your bottom up and down like this." And pushes Sheila up and down, her hips flush against hers, riding her like a horse, up and down, again and again. Sheila feels her wetness spreading.

Panting, she tells Tiger, barely whispering, "Yes! Yes, I'll do it!'

Outside they hear Tricksie talking to the cowboy, "This way, big boy! We got a room just for you!"

Outside their door they hear the cowboy stop and say, "Sounds like fun inside" and pushes on the door. It doesn't open because Clare is leaning against it, but when she realizes he won't stop pushing, she jumps back onto the bed, blocking his view.

Meanwhile, Tricksie is pulling his arm, telling him it's dangerous to interrupt a man a work. He laughs at this and goes along with Tricksie's tug, her fingers insinuating themselves between his belt and torso, wiggling as they tug him farther down the hall.

Meanwhile, Tiger is pumping away pushing her hips again and again into Sheila's virgin core. Suddenly, Sheila trembles and moans, her whole body quivering, her eyes glassy, confused, her panting face pressed against Tiger's cheek. Clare strokes Sheila's heaving back. She leans in until her face is close to their sweaty faces, and says, "Satisfied Tiger, you made your cowboy cum."

"Come?" Sheila whispers, suddenly reaching out to kiss Clare feverishly on her nose, her cheek, her eyes, her chin, her lips, wherever she can touch, all she feels is gratitude for this new unruly thing that bubbled up inside her. All because of the attention of these girls, of these angels!

Clare looks at Tiger and strokes her sweaty face, "Proud of yourself?"

Tiger smiles sweetly, and kisses Clare following the trail of Sheila's kisses, "Next time it's your turn."

They flip Sheila gently back onto her back and cover her under the thin sheet. Clare slips her fingers down the loosened front of Sheila's pants until her fingers are buried in hot wet slipperiness, first one and with some coaxing two, thin black pokes of pleasure. Oh! Then moving, moving, moving. "This is what it means to come, what some call an orgasm." She whispers, her fingers shifting a bit, becoming almost circular, driving poor lost Sheila wild.

Sheila, her father two doors down the hall and long forgotten, feels Clare's fingers at play, full and frisky inside her secret spot. She feels like the center of the world is between her legs, that heaven is in the wonder of the warm bodies pressed against her, her lovely, lovely distracting friends. She closes her eyes and smiles and smiles, softly moaning as Clare finds her stroke just so and works her way inside again and again, until she moans and moans, the unruly sounds she now gleefully recognizes muffled by the hot wet open mouth of Tiger whose nibble fingers twirl her little buttons into hard knots, amplifying her every pleasure.

Again! Again! Oh by golly again! That welling sensation, that shuddered, suppressed moan pleasured by the press of Tiger's lips!

As Sheila's breathing settles, she hears a door close as her father leaves, but not before he pauses at their door and says, "Give 'em hell cowboy, got your little filly to the races!"

His footsteps fade and Clare and Tiger begin to console Sheila on the wayward ways of men in heat..."like goddam tomcats, everyone" and "ain't no trusting a hard one pointed to the sky." They undress her and get a wet cloth from the basin. In the dim light her flushed chest is still heaving. She watches like a person beside herself as gentle hands strip her naked, now and then fondling, as they wash away the sweet sweat of their labors. They want to present her to the other girls, naked and rosy full of love, but they know not to risk it. Tiger puts a finger to her lips and whispers, "Wait." Out she tiptoes to peak into the big room. When she sees the man is gone, she motions to the others. They squeeze into the stall and surround the naked angel, their sweet virgin. They smile and laugh and playfully fondle. Sheila, still shy, is delighted. Her eyes dart like the butterfly Clare was reminded of earlier to settle, wide-eyed, on the welcoming smiles of friends and sisters, of lovers. When Jilly takes her hand on puts it fast upon her own wet redheaded pussy, she realizes with an exquisite wonder the temptation of future lovers--a whole house full of them. Blackie smiles at her. She feels a hot tongue wet against her ear, "We all share."

"Miss Tricksie saved your virgin ass," Jilly tells her. "She kicked your shoes under the couch and seduced your father right quick"

"He looked a little funny at your boots." Blackie says approvingly, "Our little Tricksie's a quick study."

"Just 'cause a man visits us don't mean nothing: hot pussy and cold beer, is all" Helen observes, taking Sheila's hand and stroking it like she might an injured child.

After much giggling and more playful touches, they finish dressing their cowboy and bring him back to the big room. Sheila would like to talk to her aunt, but Miss Betty's door is still closed. Clare tells her that Miss Betty sometimes sleeps late especially after a little too much of the fruit of the vine. "Didn't she know I was coming?" Clare avoids the question and tells Sheila to get ready, its close to three. Sheila stares at the closed bedroom door and stands, walking to it, leaving the girls to watch her, not sure what to do. At the door, she pauses, glances back at them and opens the door quietly. Into the darkened room she goes straight to the big bed where she can see Miss Betty's awake, her eyes glinting up at her, shiny with tears.

Sheila lays down beside her, careful to keep her feet off the pink flowery bedspread. Silk, Sheila thinks, pretty silk for my sad lost auntie.

"Don't be sad, Miss Betty." Your girls were so nice to me. They protected me from being discovered by my father!

"I should've thrown him out when I first heard his voice, but I was afraid. He's been here before. I always hide. Let bygones be bygones. He could go elsewhere. God knows this isn't the only whorehouse in Bisbee! He likes Tricksie though you'd never know it by the way he treats her.

"Please forgive me for not protecting you better. I knew you'd be here today, but I still drank too much, even when Clare reminded me. She told me something I hope is true, she said, 'I shouldn't be afraid--that you wouldn't judge me.'"

"I like Claire. And Tiger. I like them all. I would love to live here, to be close to you and to have fun with them!"

"Fun is good, but don't you ever work here.--Hear me!" A frowning Miss Betty says, wondering again at the wisdom of allowing her niece to visit so wild a place.

"They teased me like I was one of their customers. They're great actresses, especially Tricksie when my father came to the porch. We hid in the first stall!" Sheila giggles.

"The first stall?"

"The one with the red door!"

"Oh!" Miss Betty says, sniffing Sheila's hair, smelling sweat and something else.

With a start, she sits up, "Let's wash your hair!"

Sheila is about to say, they washed me like their virgin girl, but keeps her mouth shut. Intuitively, she knows not to tell, although she wants to have someone to talk to, to tell all to, to help her understand--what wonder this.

"Clare!" Miss Betty calls from the open door.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Help me wash this girl before she goes home.--This cowboy outfit's maybe too real for a dainty nose!"

"Yes, Ma'am" Sheila and Claire say together, giggling at their harmony. Miss Betty rolls her eyes. "Take her to my bathroom and be quick about. No dallying!"

Sheila again looks down at Claire's bent head as she undresses her, the cinnamon shine of her sweaty hair oddly tempting her as her fingers itch to pinch Claire's slender shoulders. She whispers, "Haven't we been here before?"

"Shush little temptress!"

"Me?"

"You."

"Please hurry I want to hold you again in the dark tunnel!"

"Ladies!" they hear from outside the bathroom door.

Finally, after second bath done quick in cold water, they present themselves to Miss Betty who hugs Sheila with a satisfied sniff. "Miss Hardiman at the millinery store will let you know when its safe to visit again. Be very careful what you say around your father!"

As they make their way back through the tunnels to the hat shop, as Sheila calls it, Claire stops her. "I have a special friend, she's a white woman, respectable--but she understands women and me. I want you to talk to her."

"Why?"

"Someone you can ask what you want...and say anything. God knows the girls can be a little..." Clare struggles to find the word, "...strong. Wasn't too long ago I didn't know about girls kissing and...you know."

"This white woman offered to buy my contract at the spa--her name's Isabel, likes to be called Izzy.--She's a good listener, a good woman. You need someone like her, so's you won't get fuzzy. Your aunt, your father, Tiger and me--God, all the girls--it can be confusing. Izzy's a little sickly, but I take care of her. Sometimes, she's like Tiger--my lover," Clare sighs. "Anyway, she understands. Can I tell her you'll visit?"

Sheila watches Clare's face as she goes on about this "white woman," watches her blush and pause checking for Sheila's reaction.--This is love Sheila concludes--what other word is there?--when someone goes out of their way to reach out, to help, even if the help she offers seems a little strange. As Sheila thinks about this, she realizes suddenly that it's not strange at all, that Clare is looking inside, giving her something to hold onto if something breaks or goes bad.

Sheila kisses Clare's cheek and caresses her worried face, "You're such a good mother, worrying about me. I wish my own mother were like you--except for, ah, the kisses..." and giggles. "Will you come with me to introduce me to your friend."

She wants to ask Clare all sorts of questions about Tiger and the other woman and whether they get along or are they jealous, but stops herself. They stop at the foot of the stairs that go up to the hat shop.

Clare smiles, "Yes'm little girl, mother will take you! 'Cept I'll be a few steps behind watching your pretty butt sway under all those skirts."

"You miss my chaps!" laughs Sheila.

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Julie's older character is the confident Sheila needs...

Sheila's discovery of her father's pastime eventually leads to her being disowned after she confronts her father and asserts herself. All alone she seeks refuge at Miss Betty's where she remains a favorite with the girls who each in their own way come to seduce and love her. The story of her unending seduction fills the last of the narrative until that fateful night when she is turned by the mysterious stranger none of the other girls will serve.

Should Jasmine be that stranger? Will Sheila's imprinted love affairs with the girls soften her savage vampire heart and give her the solace that we find today in the Janie and Rachel series?



Sheila and Her Friends Pt. 01-04



Lily reaches out to Sheila but looks at Julie for guidance. Julie thinks, Don't look at me, I just started my lesbian sex life when I put my hands on your sweet body. 

Sheila smiles, You mean my touches didn't excite you? 

Of course, they did, but I didn't play with your pussy or, for that matter, touch your ass. Besides, touching her felt like coming home. Touching you felt like being zapped by lightening!

Lily thinks toying with this new medium of astonishing communication, We can all play with her pussy now...I have two more orgasms coming, you promised Sheila, but I am going to donate them to you. 

Julie surprises herself by effortlessly lifting Sheila in her arms and laying her on the bar. She says, "So, Lily, when you are serving cocktails to some hot girl, all sexy-eyed, perky-nosed at this bar. Remember whose wet puss you licked on the wet spot where her drink sits." 

Julie has another idea as she begins to stroke Sheila. "Lily, please do not let Miss V cum." She says. "She promised to tell me--us--her secrets. As our designated buffer, your job is to make Sheila so hot the only thing she can think of is coming. My job is to distract her so that she tells us about herself." 

Julie gives Sheila a big wet kiss, one that ends with a teasing wisp of tongue thrown in. Lily watches until Julie guides her to Sheila. "Lily meet your first vampire, please kiss her, she promises not to bite, at least not too hard." 

(Right Sheila? Yes, Lily--I won't draw blood, but I will suck your pussy like you died and went to heaven!)

Lily is trembling, tears are running down her cheeks, again. She blubbers a little, "Girls, it may look like I'm sad but really I'm just glad to finally belong...to you all." Then she leans into Sheila, and says, "Julie makes me feel safe enough to want you with all my heart," and greedily kisses her. Tongues and lips and hot wetness, faces turning and rubbing, wet cheeks slivery with tears (why am I crying too, Sheila wonders). 

Julie is stroking their heads and shoulders. She trembles with...with the warmest affection like bread from the oven whence it came. What else could this well being mean, this willingness to share the new love of her life? Lily reaches out to her and draws her face into theirs. Like a vortex they are pressed together to the heart and thrill of themselves together. For a moment they stop and just feel their closeness as each is surrounded by the joy of being pressed close. Wow! Wow! Wow! They echo Lily's excitement, as a collective shudder frees their willing tongues and wondering fingers. 

Lily giggles, smiling playfully at Sheila. She begins to unbutton Sheila's blouse very slowly. In slow motion she tantalizingly moves a finger in tiny little girl steps up the contour of Sheila's body, pausing at a pearl button, she sighs, "Another one!" 

The old fashion way, Julie thinks. 

None of this presto naked magic, agrees Lily. 

I like the suspense, answers Sheila, her mind hot and wanton. 

Look at her pussy, Lily.

Lily quits her game with the buttons and smiling wickedly says "Can you sew!" as she rips away the last buttons from Sheila's skirt.

"It's so lush, no Brazilian for your pretty vamp, I want to lick her. May I please?"

Only if you share your wet lips with us after she cums!

Yes, yes, my love. 

"Maybe I will be jealous!" Sheila laughs, as Julie tickles her and then settles into to more probing kisses that make her lips as wet as her pussy.

Sheila feels herself begin to float. She is surprised. The last time she felt like floating was when she was turned more than a hundred years ago, less than a mile from where she lies in bliss today on this bar. Her body begins to tremble as she remembers her first forbidden kiss, a kiss that drew shared blood leaving her changed forever. Her mind drifts and she thinks, someday I will tell my lovely friends how it all happened. 

Suddenly the licking and kissing stops. Probing fingers stilled, Julie and Lily are both looking at her, both have a faraway look that is filled with wonder as though a good movie has captured their full imagination, the theater dark and mysterious, one step away from...

They both think the same thing: Are you going to take us with you or leave us behind?

Let's make sure she knows what she's missing!

Julie kisses the startled Sheila and pinches her nipple. Lily resumes her licking, thinking as she does, I hope I'm doing this right.

"God, girls," Sheila says aloud, "please, please, don't stop...oh, it has never been this good. Usually they are so scared or mean or lost and I am just stupid hungry, but now I am so hot, so open, so wet...please, please make me cum!"

Julie looks tenderly at Lily's wet cheeks and gleaming eyes, You're a tough act to follow virgin girlfriend! 

Just do it, Julie, you know you want it, but lets kiss her first, I want her to taste us. No pesky fangs, Miss V!

Their faces unite like before, lips and tongues extended like friendly serpents in a hot ocean of lust, God you taste good on Lily's lips, Sheila. 

It's your turn to taste her pussy, Julie. 

You are such a pushy bartender, Julie smiles, and begins to lick her way down Sheila's beautiful torso, kissing and nibbling around her breasts until her lips curl around one nipple and then the other. (These are not the breasts of a 100-year-old! She giggles as Sheila pinches her ear.) Her lips flow down the warm curves, her tongue pushes into Sheila's naval. At the valley of her abdomen, she rests her head in its silky hollow beguiled by this oddly peaceful resting place. Reaching the gentle rise of her mound where the silvery hair begins, a big puckered kiss makes Sheila giggle. Lily is stroking Julie's head, her fingers fluffing her sweaty-wet red hair, guiding her lower. Wait tell you loose yourself in that quim, Julie. You won't want to come up for air. Julie continues her licking, poaching her pouting mouth into a trail of wet kisses along the edge of her prize. Lily tells Sheila, I can't wait for you to feel those kisses. 

Humming...a magical vibration, an invitation, a place to be. Begin! Begin! Sheila hums and hums contentedly and as she does both girls begin to vibrate deep inside until they somehow become tuned into to each other's pleasure. Lily is shocked now to feel Julie's tongue deep inside Sheila: Julie's wonder at her first taste of pussy; how her tongue savors the slippery smoothness of Sheila's lovely hole, the fluffy flesh of her inner lips, and that wonderful overwhelming musk! Sheila feels Lily's wonder at this discovery: hot wet slippery salty tasty, wild empty in slick walls. She feels the way Lily's fingers gently caress and playfully nudge Julie's head into her own pussy. She feels the comfort Julie takes from those guiding fingers. She (who! me or Lily!) wallows deeper, cheeks wet, pussy squished wide and welcoming, slippery flesh enveloping Julie's checks.

Surrounded by each others pleasure, each taste shared, each shudder felt together, somehow synched into the heat of each other's fever: Each feeling a dream of touch and touching, of owning and sharing, so that when Sheila's orgasm builds, as helpless groans of pleasure become throaty sweaks, it is like a tsunami, completely overwhelming them--an ocean of lusty wonder, ripples of pleasure, building upon the sensations of the other until they all shudder together uncontrollably, coming, coming, coming, one! wave after waver after wave...


When We Put Our Minds Together...

Sheila and Her Friends, Part 3

After a few minutes the rush subsides, the giggling starts, then the excited laughter, the hugs and the kisses of joy. Oh! Oh! Oh! They respond in unison as the afterglow of their completeness fills them. 

I can't believe this, Sheila thinks, dazed. 

Don't think baby girl, we love you, we love you...

We love our pretty baby vampire.

They all sit together on the bar, legs dangling, knees touching, hugging each other. Sheila is in the center. She is sobbing now, overwhelmed by a closeness so long lost to her. Julie and Lily look at her tenderly. 

Julie says aloud, "I know this is a strange, but I think we are meant to be together, to care for each other, to defend each other."

"Like when your foot hooked that man who was threatening Sheila," Lily says.

"Yeah, like that," Julie pauses and asks Lily, "how did you know about that?" 

"I saw it in your mind as you wondered about 'defend' and I saw it in Sheila's mind when she thought about you."

Sheila sniffles, "you saw it?"
 "Yes."

They start talking at once, "She saw it!"

Julie says, "Let's try an experiment. I'll remember something visual and you tell me what you see. Sheila go first, will you, describe my memory. You might like it..."

Sheila sees a bedroom trimmed in pink. Two girls are on the bed. One is a younger Julie when she was a budding teen. Next to her is another girl. She has long hair, a brunette. Julie admires the luxurious curls. Wants to touch them. Sheila feels a fuzzy kind of desire reaching out from Julie. The brunette smiles. Julie giggles, reaches out, and touches her curls. 'Your hair is so fine." "I like yours too,' the girl giggles. She touches Julie's red curly hair. The hand lingers, cupping the side of Julie's head. Her eyes become intent, somehow eager as she looks at Julie. 'You're so pretty,' the teenager says, 'I wish...' 'You're pretty too,' Julie says, rushing, wanting and yet not wanting the girl to say more.

Lily says, smirking, "I bet you wanted her hot little pussy even then--miss virgin lesbian." 

Sheila says, "You saw it too, Lily? 

"Yes, it was hot. We want you to think of something, too, Sheila." 

Julie says. "But Lily, I didn't really know what I wanted, could you tell?"

"I could feel your confusion...and my own somehow, as though I were reliving your memory."

"Did you feel it, too, Sheila?" 

I could feel you both. Sheila shares her thought with them, It was like a different dimension of the same experience. Lily wondering (and wanting) you to do more. Julie hovering at the edge, hesitant, submerged in the wonder of something new but somehow forbidden. 

"Before I remember something for you, Lily should go first." 

Lily smiles mischievously, "OK." Her mind floats to the first time she ever held a cock (she pauses--take that my lesbian lovers). She is 13 at a hot springs where her family stopped during a camping trip. The spring is in a rock enclosure so that it was like a primitive hot tub without the bubbles, shaded by mesquite trees, in the privacy of afternoon shadows. The sun is setting, casting its glow on the orange mountains to the East. The colors are so beautiful, Lily thinks distractedly. She is sitting with a boy. A hand rests on her thigh. It's not a surprise exactly, this hand on her thigh, just there. The boy she is with is lanky, his long arms reach out to draw Lily closer. She is nervous but all too willing to try. The question is: what! She knows what's supposed to happen.--What being felt up is like, at least second hand from what the girls at school told her. They didn't tell her everything, like the fluttery feeling reaching up from her center that threatens to catapult her into his arms. They didn't tell her about the heat of his thigh against hers and they didn't tell her about her wetness down there!

Julie smiles, thinking, Gee girl don't stop now, show us the cock!

I like the way she feels, Sheila thinks, it makes me remember innocence, the joy of innocence, just like with you and the brunette. But lets not forget the cock--unless you're just going to tease us Lily.

You made me lose my place, Lily pouts. 

Its right next to your wet pussy, don't forget, we can tell, Julie says.

OK, OK. The water is warm and stinks faintly of sulfur (the devil made me do it, Lily laughs, and shies away when Sheila tries to pinch her nipple). Anyway we are thigh-to-thigh, in hot water, his arm is around my shoulders, his knee is nudging my knee. She drifts back to the hot tub, when she looks down there is this big long bulge. She looks at it ominously, lying there waiting, outlined by his yellow swim suit. The suit when wet is almost translucent, she can faintly see pink flesh behind that white mesh men's swim suits have. He's nudging, she's staring. Then his right hand reaches out and grabs her wrist. She feels like a puppet. Like a puppet, her hand is lowered onto the bulge. Tentatively, she squeezes. It is so hard, taut, rigid. Even through the suit she feels the hard muscular details of its contour. She looks up then questioningly at the boy. 'You can play with it, it won't break.' She squeezes it again. The boy is eager for more, he raises off his seat and quickly slides down his suit. Pong! Out pops his cock, tall, meaty, and ready. This is almost too much for her, especially when he starts nudging her head toward it. (Pig! Thinks Julie and Sheila together.) She deflects his insistence by holding the cock around its circumference and stroking it, just like her more advanced girlfriends suggested. Her touch is electrifying! Suddenly his cock spurts out thick white cream, like a sputtering pump, spurt after spurt of cream. The first spurt was the strongest, landing on her neck. Ewww, she tells him, and rubs at the spot of cum before it slips down her blouse. The end of his premature ejaculation is, oddly, the end of his interest. When he abruptly pulls up his trunks and says he better be going, she is strangely disappointed and a little achy. Lily thinks about the spurting cock and his abrupt departure and wonders sadly if this is all there is to sex?

Like her memory just happened, which in a way it did, Sheila and Julie surround her and stroke her hair softly. Julie says, "Fuck him, he doesn't know what he's missing. Look at us we can't keep our hands off you."

"It hurt," Lily mumbles, as tears start to fall down her cheeks. "It hurt, he just left me there to walk back to the campsite alone. My parents asked my why I was upset. I had to make up a lie about school."

Lily feels the hands of her friends stroking her, she feels the love of her friends surround her. Suddenly she laughs, "You guys are like the best psychiatrists ever. You make the meanness in that memory go away." 

"I would have licked the pesky cum off your neck, too," Sheila laughs. 

"Anytime, just don't fang me or whatever you do, please..." I wonder why I keep saying that. 

It's too much, these connected feelings, you are still afraid that it will end badly. Sheila reassures her.

A thought arises like a long lost memory, "We can donate now and then, a little blood for our pretty baby vamp." (And even before she says this, she knows Julie will agree.)

"Yes," Julie says, "especially if we can keep the body count down." (How did you know I would agree?)

(Because of how you feel about Sheila. It's like I was speaking from your mind, from your heart. It wasn't a thought; more like an intuition: this is the right thing to do.)

Sheila is embarrassed. Their intimacy about her is startling since she shares it almost as fast as they feel it. To distract them, she pinches them sharply on their naked butts.

Ow!

Don't worry about the body count, girls. (She feels like calling them sweethearts but doesn't want to get carried away again with emotion. Both of them giggle: she can't hide behind a thought like that.) Anyway, the man in the street that you remember was just still after I fed, not dead. It's like a precise donation of blood, one that will rejuvenate as he naturally replaces the blood he lost when I fed. 

"You mean you created another vampire?" They both say at once.

"Nooo. Nothing like that. I don't think I can do that, anyway. You have to have a certain derivation, a certain lineage to do that."

"Tell us! Tell us!" They say a once.

"Let's get dressed first and go somewhere...neutral. Somewhere where we won't be tempted to have sex every 15 minutes."

You felt my desire perk up, thinks Julie.

Yes, Sheila replies silently, knowingly.

I did, too, Lily adds. The things is, she directs this thought to Sheila. Julie did not get to come like we did.

That's not true, Julie thinks, When you came, I came. I don't have much experience like some girls we know (and she pinches Sheila back) but I could tell the orgasms--note the plural there, sluts, as in more than one--were real. I remember orgasms from before--from before you all ruined it for me.

Ruined it?

Ruined it, as in nothing will ever compare to what we feel together.

Ah...


Where Are We...?

Sheila and Her Friends, Part 4

"Would you like to see where I use to work long, long ago when this town was indeed a part of the wild, wild west?" Sheila asks stiltedly, making a theatrical wave of her arm toward the valley where the town sits.

"Sure!" they say. They are so bonded, she could probably have said, 'do you want to see the portal to hell?' and be received with equal enthusiasm.

"Lily and I seem to be like parrots," Julie says.

"Parrots?" Lily arches her eye.

"Yeah, we seem to say things together."

Sometimes, yes, like we are Sheila's adoring audience, little impressionable children at her feet.

You think?

Ask her?

They turn toward Sheila who is staring at them quizzically. "Yes, children?" she grins. "You are impressionable but you are not my children, you are my friends! Just to be straight with you, I don't have many friends. Those that I do have keep to their own--how shall I say it--territory. We don't chit chat, if you know what I mean." 

"No we don't!" they say and giggle because they said it together--again.

Julie: "You said you would tell us about...about how you...about the past."

"Yes you did baby vamp, don't hide your secrets from your girlfriends," Lily says.

Girlfriends! muses Sheila, her heart as warm as a mother to her child, who could've known that on this night, dark, lonely, desperately hungry, would I find two such loves, like a gift from the Goddess, after...after so many sad years of yearning.

They are walking down the hill now toward the old fire station, now an art gallery. They stop before a long, narrow 3-story red-brick building that seems built into a hillside of stone. Old mining shacks, long converted to houses, sit on the terraces above it, stepping up, improbably, along the hill side. A rusted steel rail runs along the side of the building. 

"I remember when Miss Betty first bought this peculiar one person chair elevator. You can just see the chair up there at the top of the stairs where if you follow that rail up. Betty was getting on in years, but she didn't want to abandon what was then still known as best whore house in Bisbee. They called it Cheroots, an irony since Betty's was about the only place in town that didn't allow smoking (or even chewing). If she didn't have such a good collection (some called it a stable) of girls, I doubt anyone would trudge up these steep stairs for the pleasure of our company."

"Your company!" They say again, together.

Wow, Lily thinks, we only say things together when we are surprised and forced to step out of ourselves.

Yes, Julie acknowledges, Sheila as a prostitute--juicy! Maybe she'll tell us how to improve our love life with men. 

God knows, we don't need any improvement with women! Lily thinks.

Back to my story, girls. Sheila intrudes on their thoughts.

"So as I was saying,'" Sheila says aloud to focus there attention. "at the top of these stairs was the premier whorehouse of Bisbee. We had the best, prettiest girls, and because Betty was such a good madam, we had good clients and not too much drama."

"How many women were there?" asks Lily. "If there was more than one there was drama! I'm a straight bartender in a gay bar--I know drama!"

"Straight?" smirks Julie.




Sheila and Her Friends Pt. 01-04



"Well...formerly straight, miss call-me-curious virgin!"

"Speaking or drama, anyway, I said 'not too much,' A little but not anything to distract us from our pleasure."

"So you like fucking men day-after-day-after boring day?" Julie laughs. "I'm thinking after the initial discomfort of having to do it for work you might have discovered some good points." 

(Or something, she giggles, as into her mind a row of pasty white, sooty miners parade with their cocks pointing toward them. Lily latches onto this vision and imagines Julie on her knees, not to put too fine a point on it, and giggles at her pun. Julie allows herself to knell before the men, captured in Lily's dream for her. Sheila interrupts them.)

"Here we are...I like you imagining things together. It shows how strong--and spicy--your bond is, but I'll show you the real thing." Sheila says. At the top of the stairs, they cross a stone walkway onto a shady private porch. Almost flush against the adjacent hill, two oak trees shade the porch. "I remember how we laughed when Betty planted those. We told her it was too narrow and shady most of the time. Look at them now." The scrub oaks are unusually tall and very leafy. Beneath them by the shallow gully between the house and the hill is the remnant of a rock garden. As they watch Sheila, she stares at the woebegone pattern of rocks: they see a different garden, one with white-washed chairs, peonies, and some kind of hanging vine. They feel Sheila's shudder as she turns away, washing the image from her (and their) mind.

They are back to the here and now, leaning against the railing of the porch and looking at the house. From the porch, it is one long row of rooms along the third and top floor of the building. Through the dusty windows on the porch they can look through to the windows on the other side and see the hillside across the valley, down from which the highway passes between the mountains at the western edge of town. 

"Men would laze around this porch, smoking and spiting (since they couldn't do those things in the house). Some would be eager; some would come just to chew the fat, talk about the mines and their fucked-up bosses. Some would gossip about this girl and that. We could hear them through the curtained windows. When a particularly boring customer would fumble away on top of us, we would while away the awkward time listening to them talking. The breeze would sweep over the valley and flow through the house up toward the mountain. (Good draft for a nasty habit, Miss Betty use to say. That breeze was the only reason she tolerated smoking on the porch. Anyone not using those damned spittoons we girls had to empty was banned from the porch.)"

"So you didn't like the men all that much?" asks Lily. 

"I liked the girls better. They were mostly girls, too, not many stayed past age 20 or so. Most were married off or killed before then."

"Killed?" 

"It was a hard life. Things could go south quickly. A girl could get in the way, especially if she hung around the bars too much. Many of them drank like fish and would get careless with their flirting. Prospecting for a husband, we called it, and would tell them not to dig themselves a grave. I've trudged up that hill over there more times than I liked. She points to a twisty road, just barely seen between the wooden shanty's along the hillside, highlighted by a row of dim street lights. There's a kind of potter's field up there. We can go up there sometime, if you like. I'll introduce you to the fallen angels who were my friends." 

Lily and Julie look at each other, as the unspoken thought surfaces, Aren't they dead?

Sheila laughs, "No they aren't the undead. I meant that I would remember them and you could meet them in my memories. You'll meet some soon enough, anyway, when I tell you about Cheroots and Miss Betty and the girls she was so proud of. I'm the only one that crossed over...to...to whatever."

Lily walks to the window. A small nightlight casts a shadow over a large room in which some sofas sit around a coffee table. The street lamps from across the way illuminates the curtain-less windows on the far side. She wonders whether anyone is home.

No, thinks Sheila, no one's been here for awhile. 

Can we go in? Julie asks silently afraid now that they might be intruding.

So, says Lily, her mind wandering, remember Julie's admonition not to let you come without telling us about...everything. What a big fail that was...you washed us all over the edge.

You're complaining? Sheila smiles.

No, just asking. Like how can you be certain no one is home?

I can sense a beating heart, oh, blocks away. I can tell who is in all these houses. I think it is a survival instinct.

Who?

Yes: man, woman, child, cat, dog, rat...each heart beats differently.

"Do you have a heart?" Julie whispers, blushing. "I thought I felt it when I was kissing between your breasts, resting my cheek there."

"It beats very slowly, steady like a drum. My metabolism has changed. Since I don't eat solids, my body has become like that of those ancient yogis you hear about in India."

"The ones that can rise off the ground?" 

"Yeah, but that is more like a parlor trick. I'm sure the yogi's don't feel that way, since their focus is on the divine. When you're able to 'speed' in an instant of what you might think of as slowed motion--like when your clothes were removed, then your power to survive is reinforced. Let's go in. You've nothing to worry about."

They go in through the double doors of beveled glass, the panes along the edge are a cloudy pink, barely tinted from the glow of the nightlight. "If I didn't cast a protective spell over this place it would be filled with vagrants and this antique rose glass would have been broken or stolen ages ago."

A spell?

Yes, like the remnant of a bad feeling, a sense that can linger over a place, like something edgy that makes people believe in ghosts and unconsciously turn away. 

We didn't feel it, did we? Julie thinks, looking at Lily.

No...

You wouldn't. We're like sisters somehow. Bonded together. You may not do the things I do, but I have never felt this tethered, if you will, to anything or anyone.

"Anything?" Lily asks, "You certainly got cloudy back there by the rock garden!"

"Yeah!" says Julie, "I felt it too. Like I was lost somehow, drifting in a fog."

"How tightly woven we are!" Sheila mutters, "Someone once told me what it would be like when...well whenever, it would be like feathers drifting on the skein of consciousness, threaded through the needle of fate...they said" shaking her head, "Don't mind me...!"

She escorts them into the parlor of the old whore house. "Men would stand around the back of these sofas. At least five girls, sometimes more, would saunter about, preening ourselves. Some girls slouched on the sofas, legs apart showing petticoated pale thighs without the expected bloomers. Some would lean over the shoulders of their friends, heads nestled together suggestively. Girl-on-girl provocation was almost as speculative among the men of the 1800s as it is now. (Well, at least among the men who visited places like this.) We were like exotic birds, feathery, frilly, and colorfully apart from the norms that bound respectable people to their missionary positions."

Julie stares at the brocaded sofas, seeing if she can summon the familiarity she felt back at the bar where they met Lily.

"Can you feel anything, Lily?" she says aloud.

"No, not like I felt in the bar. First just looking at you, then Sheila. Later, when you put your hands on my body, it felt as natural as a hand fitted to a silk glove. It felt right."

Sheila looks into the questioning faces, "This place may not stir those faint memories of the past, but there were other places, some quite unexpected, where we might have met in Bisbee. It was a boom town back then, and only ladies of a certain bent would congregate together, and only in certain places."

She laughs, in her mind floats a scene that looks right our of a wild west movie: They see the bar they just left through her eyes. A few women are dancing with men to a set of fiddlers on a raised platform at the back of the barroom. A wood stove radiates heat in the corner near the fiddlers. Dim yellow light from two sets of chandeliers casts a glow over the merrymakers. Several mustached bartenders man the long length of the busy bar where patrons lounged, hats on titled heads, intent on the whiskies and beer before them. They stand in various postures, their feet resting on the brass foot rail that follows the length of the bar. Plumes of cigar and cigarette smoke swirl around the proud heads of stuffed animals peering from high on the walls. It drifts up to the tin plate ceiling, its squares angling down the bar into the smoky dimness from whence the music comes. Card tables are scattered about. Onlookers stand around the tables, including the pretty girls, arrayed in red and green feather boas with colorful petticoats, made all the more predominant by the drab colors of the miners.

"Are you here?" laughs Sheila, her spoken words breaking through the reverie, "Are we sisters of the night? Do you remember calloused hands touching your soft young flesh?"

She pauses and looks closely at Julie and Lily, a gleam in eye "Maybe you were occasional customers, one of the coarse men, in clothes dirty and oily enough to stand on their own, who pleasured their unwashed bodies on my lily-white flesh. They delighted in the contrast between their stink and our clean bodies, washed daily, under Madam Miss Betty's careful eye."

Sheila sits on the coach and motions the girls to join her. She grins broadly and wraps her arms around their shoulders as they snuggle happily next to her. "There was another part of that bar the male customers never saw..." Now they float with Sheila to the back of the building where the bar is, and follow her eyes as they pause before a narrow, indistinct door. The hear the curious three-toned signal taped on the doors various slats of wood. Then they feel the air inside, steamy and warm, as the door is opened. A narrow hallway leads them along a stone floor, where handholds are tacked into granite walls, from there into a cosy room where the laughter of women warms the heart. Hooks on the walls hold the colorful dresses, the petticoats and boas that before gave color to the bar. Surprised eyes follow the folds of cloth to the corner of the room. There pink bodies float among the steam, beautiful mermaids swimming in a large rock pool fed by a warm spring. Girls emerge from the mist to pour steaming water over rosy flesh. As they dip and pour, the loose white slips they wear like uniforms reveal the gentle swell of waiting breasts. The women stroke their legs and giggle. Sometimes they pull one the girls into the pool and fondle them through the clingy white cloth. Soon another mermaid is freed from her covering...

"Well, well," Sheila breaks into the astonished stares of the girls, "This little bath brings a flood memories, doesn't it." 

Through an odd fog, layered like lazy lifetimes wandering in fields where only the gods frolic, they feel Lily's shock as she recognizes herself in the slight black girl carrying a big copper bucket of hot water from the source of the spring to the pool. They see her struggling, a towel wrapped around the handle to keep from being burned. As she pours the hot water, a slim white arm gracefully reaches out of the pool and slides hesitantly up her leg almost causing her to drop the bucket. She feels warm fingers stroking her thin thighs, squeezing here and there appreciatively as they travel up her. She is still, now trembling at the odd pleasure this unexpectedly gentle caress brings to her harsh life. The owner of the arm is a gorgeous red-haired girl. Like a gentle nymph, a pretty butterfly, she rests lightly on the little black girl's damp flesh. When the nymph speaks, Julie and Lily both start as they recognize Julie in the notes of her voice. "Hello, dear heart. You are so pretty..." Mesmerized, they both feel the fingers caress and lightly fondle, finding at long last the old ratty cloth of the black girl's bloomers. Breathless, they feel the fingers brush the frayed edge. The black girl's heart is beating so fast as a slender finger slips through a hole in the coarse cotton and onto curiously silky hair. The tip of the finger now wet with the black girl's excitement, strokes the sweet folds of her pussy, so engorged she thinks she will burst. Julie feels herself start to swoon with lust and longing, how beautiful we were so long ago... 

The black girl shudders, sinks to the floor, and leans against the rocky edge of the pool. The fingers that touched her are gone, their absence an empty wanting. She turns to stare into the smitten green eyes, a shadow of Julie staring into the deep black eyes of a Lily. The white arm hesitantly wraps itself around the black girl folding her into the nook of her shoulder (how warm!) where she whispers, "Don't be afraid." The red headed woman plunges on unable to restrain her rising wonder, "Please come live with me. I...I seem to know you. I will buyout your contract so that you can stay with me."

Lily feels the black girl shudder and settle into the folds of the red headed woman. The black girl moves her head then to look again into those fabulous green eyes, to judge perhaps for the last time whether this miracle of...of this closeness is real. There is a joyful tear now swimming there and then she nods, letting it and herself fall back into Julie's seemingly eternal embrace.

Lily sighs loudly, expelling the air of the past and breaks away. Flippantly, she says, afraid to sink back into the past made so unbelievably vivid by their collective memory. "Why don't I have kinky hair down there? I could feel how your finger marveled in its silkiness." Lily smiles shyly to let them know she knows she is changing the subject. 

"You were a half breed or quarter breed, I guess, your black mother whom I knew well was half white, your father half black and half Navaho. Your mother was one of my best friends. She did the knitting and mending for the girls at Cheroots. I think that's why I unconsciously choose you at the bar and that's why Julie knew you. You and the Julie of back then became the best of friends. You were with her when she died not so many years later. Her name then was Isabel, we called her Izzy."

Later, I'll tell you more about her and the black girl whose name was Clarissa. We called her Miss Clare--a little sarcastically because she was black, and, as we thought back then, uppity. Clare was more protective than a mother to Izzy. 

Maybe we should rest now. It's been a day of discoveries. I own this building. Sheila hesitates, oddly afraid of being rejected, and says aloud, "Would you like to live with me here...at least for a while?"

"Of course!" Julie says instantly, sweeping away Sheila's hesitancy, knowing in their spooky bonded way as she says it, that Lily feels that same way.

No, Julie adds silently for Lily's benefit. We are under no obligation. We can come and go when we want. And do whatever.

I hope we do some more 'whatever' soon, smiles Sheila. I'm glad you want to stay with me. There are no coffins in the cellar or the attic. I'm perfectly content to be with you, day or night.

Lily: "No undead, no coffins, no "helpers" during the day. What myths about vampires will go next?"



Sheila and Penny



Part 1

I had been upstairs that morning doing my chores. I was dressed in a cute little yellow summer dress and leather heels with 4" wedge heels. When I came downstairs I found Mistress Tina (my wife) and Princess Gina (our daughter) in the den. There was a man there that was unknown to me. 

"Come here." Tina commanded.

I went in and knelt beside her chair.

"This is Peter. He is Gina's gym teacher." Tina said, then turning to Peter she added. "Peter this is my husband Sheila."

"Husband?" Peter said with a condescending sneer.

"Yes. Is that a problem?" Tina asked.

"He's wearing a dress. He looks like a fruit." Peter said.

Tina looked at me. "Do you like wearing a dress?"

"Oh yes, Mistress. Thank you." I said.

"Are you a fruit?" Tina asked.

"If you say so Mistress." I said.

"I didn't mean to be critical, but I hope you would agree it's hard to understand why a lovely, bright woman would marry a, shall we say, sissy." Peter said. 

"Sheila, tell Peter why I married you." Tina said.

As instructed I began. "On our third date Mistress Tina insisted I furnish her some financial information and a key to my house. I was shocked and amazed. As the heir to a small fortune I had, generally speaking, dominated my peers. No woman including my mother had ever challenged me. 

All of a sudden here was a long beautiful woman demanding I surrender my life to her or else. I didn't want the or else. Neither did I want to admit to my innermost self that I wanted to be dominated, that I'd always wanted to serve a dominant woman. I gave her what she wanted.

Exactly one week later I had not seen or heard from her, but I came home to find her sitting on my couch. She was nude. Mesmerized, I fearfully inquired as to why she hadn't returned my calls. She ignored my entreaties and asked me one question.

She wanted to know if I knew what was the most powerful force on earth? I didn't know so she told me that it was pussy. She told me she had discovered my stash of women's clothes and toys. She explained that I was rich and she wanted a cuckold husband - I was elected. She allowed me to put on panties, a silk nighty and sandals before I serviced her divine opening. As I worked, she described in a low silky voice the details of her most recent fuck by a real man. She made my future duties very clear and we were married two weeks later. My family, good friends and the members of my real estate business were all in attendance.

I walked down the aisle in a lavender coat dress and 4" single banded pumps and a bridal bouquet. Mistress Tina received me at the alter in a black cutaway tux. The Feeldoe that was firmly inserted in her vagina was clearly visible.

During the service Mistress stood and I knelt before her. I promised to love honor and obey her vagina. She vowed to punish me if I broke any of my pledges. That night the best man who I didn't even know fucked my bride and she fucked me. 

I have never and will never have sexual intercourse with my wife. Our beautiful daughter who is also my Princess was artificially inseminated. I serve every desire Mistress Tina and Princess Gina have including, but not limited to cuckoldry and toilet slavery. I love my life and I adopted it freely and eagerly.

Looking up at Tina, Peter said. "I'm sorry Mrs. Ross, but that is disgusting."

"And you are a real man. Right? Well you're not here today to tell us what a macho man you are. You're here to explain why you keep putting your hands on our daughter's vagina." Tina said. 

Stuttering and stammering Peter rose in protest. "I've never done any such thing." Looking at Gina he added. "Gina, tell your parents I've done no such thing."

Gina leaned toward him and said. "You're a slimy pedophile and an abuser of women."

"That's a lie." Peter bellowed.

Tina calmly said. "I have reports from other girls that were in your classes and from your wife. You're a pedophile and a bully." She placed a hand on my shoulder before continuing. "And if you ever call my daughter a liar again, my sissy boy here will remove your tongue."

"That's not likely, lady. I'm out of here. You bitches are crazy." Peter said as he rose.

I literally cringed at the comment. I didn't know this guy, but he had made a serious mistake when he insulted my Mistress.

Apparently from nowhere Tina produced a Taser gun and shot him squarely in the chest. He dropped like Newton's apple.

Tina stood over him and popped him again before saying. "Your macho man days are over. Crawl over and kiss Gina's feet." Turning to Gina she said. "Remove your shoes sweetie."

It appeared to be quite an effort for Peter to crawl, but he finally made it and began a tentative job of foot worship..

Tina applied another jolt of electricity, bent low and whispered. "If you don't convince me you appreciate this honor, I'll remove your cock." Turning to Gina again she said. "Why don't you remove your panties sweetheart."

Gina stood and dropped her panties then sat back down.

Tina whispered to Peter again. "You may worship Gina's vagina, but make no mistake. The word here is worship. This is the greatest privilege a sick fuck like you can be granted. You may kiss and verbally compliment her divine opening, but you put your cock at risk if you get an erection. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Gina jerked him back by his hair, pulled the trigger and said. "You piece of shit, never address any girl or woman without adding Princess or Mistress to their name."

"Yes, Mistress." A defeated Peter said.

In a matter of minutes my Mistress had humbled this sissy masquerading as a chauvinist pig. I knew better than he that it was a long term change.

Mumbling compliments and adoration, Peter kissed his way up Gina's lovely legs before reaching her temple. It was a trip I had made on many enjoyable occasions. He used the flat of his tongue to lap at the opening like a puppy laping milk from a bowl. 

Speaking to me Tina interrupted his reverie and said. "You may take him upstairs and make him ready."

"Yes Mistress." I said.

Sheila and Penny

Part 2

I lead him upstairs to what he would consider a chamber of horrors, but was actually my bathroom. On the way I placed a call to two of Tina's trusted servants. Both were males that were living full time as females and had been through the process.

"Please strip and stand in the corner until I'm ready for you." I said.

"Look pussy boy, when I get out of here there's going to be hell to pay and I'm going to play kick the can with your pansy ass." Peter said.

"Let me explain a couple of things. Everything that happened downstairs was video tapped in HD. Princess Gina is no doubt preparing an edited version for the internet. You will never teach again and it will touch off a firestorm from past students that will likely land you in jail. Before you leave here today you will have some more unmentionable fun all on tape.

Just for the record, I don't have a pussy so you don't have to address me as mistress, but because of my high level of feminization, if I were you, I'd address me as Miss Sheila now and in the future. As you are about to learn my Mistress thinks up the procedures, but I'm the executioner." I said.

Slowly Peter undressed and stood facing the corner in my bedroom like an errant little boy. When Carla (beautician) and Bobbie (tattooist) arrived we air kissed and hugged and bounded around like school girls.

Carla walked over and popped Peter on the ass. "What are we going to call this one."

I know from past experience the question had to have frightened Peter, but he seemed unmoved. I told the new members of my team that his name was Peter.

"Let's call him Penny." Carla offered as she slapped Peter's ass again. "Do you like that?" He didn't respond so she slapped him again.

A docile Peter said. "Yes, Miss."

"Wow. A fast learner." Bobbie said.

"Okay, Penny. Let's go to the bathroom." I said.

Carla and I applied a thick coat of depilatory cream to Penny's entire body except for a small area above her clitty stick. While the salve worked its magic, Miss Bobbie pierced her ears in three places and put small silver studs in the holes.

I had undressed and Penny got her first look at my caged cock. "Let's get in the shower."

Under the warm gentle waterfall most of her offensive hair disappeared. 

"Penny, I know this is all frightening, but if you cooperate I'll make it as comfortable as possible." Lifting my cage, I added. "You are going to be fitted with one of these. Before I do it, I'd be pleased to fellate you if you'd like." I didn't add it might be his last chance for quite some time.

Penny pondered this completely out of left field offer before saying. "Thank you, Miss Sheila."

I kissed her on the mouth. I'm not sure it was a first for her (kissing a male), but on her part it was a jerky tentative kiss. When my tongue penetrated, she responded more from instinct than desire, but her hands found my hips and the kiss developed passion. My lips found her neck and nipples before I began to kneel before her. I cradled her smooth balls in my left hand and ministered to her long smooth shaven cock before putting it in my warm wet mouth. Fellatio is an art and I'm an artist. When my red tipped finger penetrated her anus she exploded filling my mouth with seman. I showed her my coated tongue then swallowed and showed her my clean tongue. She lifted me and this time she was hungry for my mouth and for a taste of her cum.

"Oh my God, Miss Sheila, thank you." Penny said.

While I was setting up a cleansing routine, Bobbie sat Penny on a stool and pierced her nipples. He inserted silver barbells with stirrups. 

I bent Penny over the edge of the tub, ass in the air. I lubricated a speculum, put it in her and expanded it. She didn't realize the powder was baking soda and at that point she wasn't physically hurting. I removed the speculum trapping the powder inside her. I hung the enema bag above her and showed her the double bardex before lubricating it and putting it inside her.

We knew what was coming so the moment I released the vinegar solution Carla and Bobbie each grabbed a leg and pulled it off the ground. I straddle Penny's back. We had her immobilized. The chemical reaction inside her expanded in a thick foam. So violent was the reaction some of it even escaped around the bardex, but most of it roared into her bowels.

She flailed to no avail. It would be a long fifteen minutes as her insides pulsated trying to expel the foreign materials before any relief came. It did come when I helped her to the toilet and released the inside balloon on the bardex.

I've been in her position so many times the initial experience is a faded memory, but I know the release is orgasmic. As she sat on the toilet Carla worked on her feet ending with strawberry red enamel toenails. 

I tried to comfort Penny as I handed her the bardex. "The next one won't be that bad. I know how stupid it sounds, but the more you relax the easier this will be. Now, put the nozzle in you and bend over the tub."

Penny inserted the nozzle, inflated the balloons and bent over the tub. This time the contents of the two-quart bag was warm water. I rubbed the left side of her tummy and kissed her neck and shoulders as she was filled. We gently hugged and caressed as the clock ran on the second load. This time as the liquid exited, Carla shaped and painted her fingernails the same beautiful strawberry red.

A third enema cycle was required and Penny took it obediently. While she cleared her bowels I ran a scented bubble bath. Penny and I bathed together and I helped her trim the pubic area above her clitty stick and shave her legs. They were chemically hairless, but shaving puts the nerve endings enticingly on end. I touched up a couple of areas the depilatory missed and we emerged hairless, smooth and sweet smelling. 

When I handed her a super plus tampon she looked like she would bolt. After another reality moment she said. "I need some privacy."

I made sure I had eye contact and said. "Never again."

To that point I'm not sure Penny had noticed there were no doors in my room, but the reality suddenly crashed in around her. She put a foot on the toilet, moistened the cotton tip with saliva then pushed the cylinder inside her as if she had done it a thousand times.

I knelt before her and installed her cock cage then watched as Bobbie put a dangling silver insert in her navel. Before we began to dress her, Carla carefully shaved her face and applied her makeup. We decided on a blond wig in a bob cut very similar to my hairstyle. She needed to lose twenty or so pounds but she was attractive enough.

"Penny, this a long process. Today is just a start. I'm going to start you on hormones and arrange voice training. I'll help you walk, move and act in a feminine manner, but what you must never forget is that you are subservient to every vagina on the planet. That means every single one." I said.

It finally hit home and she said. "You're talking about my wife. Right?"

"Every vagina." I reiterated then added holding up the key to her new cock cage. "Specifically, I'll be delivering this key to your new Mistress." 

"May I just sit down somewhere?" Penny asked.

I said. "Sure." 

There was a window seat at the end of the upstairs hall. In silk robes we sat facing each other our feet on the cushion. I made vodka and cranberry juice cocktails and we just sat and drank.

"When I got up this morning this is the last, most outrageous thing I could ever have dreamed would happen to me." Penny said.

I wanted to give her a chance to work all this out for herself so I just looked away and sipped my drink.

"I'm being blackmailed." Penny said.

When I didn't respond she asked. "Do you think you can be blackmailed into doing something you really, really find reprehensible?"

This time my response was quick. "No."

"So your saying you categorically enjoy your life." Penny said. It was a statement or a question or something. 

"I hope you will find, as I have, that real peace is gained through personal powerlessness. If you see me later this afternoon on my knees cleaning my Mistress' rectum please realize there was no debate, no great inner conflict. I do as I'm told, when I'm told, where I'm told. I'm happy and free. I don't make plans or decisions or mistakes." I said.

"A case could be made for that being an over simplification or delusion or down right denial." Penny said.

"Or a case could be made that cases require a decision. I'm profoundly subservient. I resigned from the decision business." I said. 

We sat in silence drinking our sissy drinks.

"I'd rather have a Scotch and soda." Penny said with a smile.

"I'd rather have what I'm given." I said with an equally beguiling smile. Then on a more serious note I added. "To amplify my answer and just for the record I suspect you and I are very much alike in that we have always wanted to serve a dominatrix. I don't believe you are being blackmailed. I believe you are being fulfilled."

"So, what's next?" Penny asked.

I offered my hand and led her back to the bedroom. As I synched her into a pink on white brocade corset it gave her a bit of a figure. Her waist was smaller than her hips. Her pierced nipples peaked over the corset cups. I tucked some half-moon breast enhancers in the cups to help the look.

She attached pink hose to the corset. Her pink blouse was see-thru with long three-button sleeves and a high ruffled collar. Her white pleated skirt covered her cock cage but not her garter clips. White sling-back, open toe pumps with 3.5" heels and a wide white leather belt completed the ensemble. Again she was no 10, but maybe a 6 or 7.

I helped her with her costume jewelry, a three strand pearl necklace and a bracelet and watch in silver with pearl accents. I put small pearls in her lower ear holes. The final touch was a Swarovski crystal wedding ring set and a large pearl dinner ring.

The heels were at once a challenge and a thrill. We walked to the end of the hall and sat again. I reminded her to keep her knees together.

"Do you want another drink?" I asked.

"Hold the cranberry juice." Penny said with a wide grin.

We shot some vodka and if she was nervous she was able to hide it well.

"Are you ready to go downstairs?" I asked.

"What are they going to do to me." Penny asked.

"You are excited about the opportunity to be of service, so you are going to have a great time." I said.

Sheila and Penny

Part 3

Some combination of inexperience and or intoxication made negotiating the stairs in heels a challenge, but Penny made her entrance with all the grace she could muster. Dressed in virtually identical outfits we knelt in silence before Mistress Tina.

"Stand and turn around very slowly." Tina instructed Penny. 

Penny complied and Tina had Penny raise her skirt and show off her cage and tampon cord then said. "I like the look Sheila. What do you think Gina?"

"Let's see if she has learned anything." Gina said.

Without prompting Penny dashed over, removed Gina's shoes and began to worship her feet. "Princess Gina I'm horrified by the way I treated you. No words can express my shame. Please forgive me. I don't deserve it, but please Princess, please forgive me." 

"In the future, don't move without being told to by someone with a vagina, for now you may continue." Gina said.

Slowly, deliberately Penny kissed Gina's legs ankle to knee. "Princess, your legs are heavenly. No male should ever be allowed to touch them much less kiss them. Thank you for the privilege. It's just one of the reasons I'm so grateful to be your slave. May I caress your exquisite thighs?" 

"How can you be mad at a lap dog?" A snickering Gina asked Tina.

"I suspect she might have a coronary if you let her eat you. Maybe you better give her a good spanking before she starts." Tina said to Gina.

Upon command Penny lay in Gina's lap. Gina produced a leather covered ping pong paddle, lifted Penny's skirt and beat her until she cried, but Penny never complained or begged. When she was commanded, Penny performed cunnilingus on Gina. After climaxing three times Gina's clitoris was so sensitive she had to push Penny away. 

"She's not forgiven, but I think there's hope for her." Gina said to Tina. 

"Tell Rodney to join us." Tina told me.

Rodney was one of Tina's many willing studs. His cock was long and fat. I knew from experience he could fuck, come and fuck again until any female or sissy was completely spent. If this was to be Penny's initial fuck she would cry again.

"Hi Rodney. This is Penny. She wants to suck your cock." Tina said.

Penny took this to be a command and went to work. As she lowered his pants she dropped to her knees. Rodney wore no underwear. The massive phallus was in her face. Without preamble she put him in her mouth and began. From my perspective I thought she did the best a novice could do.

"This bitch can't suck cock worth a fuck." Rodney said as he jerked her up and pushed her over a nearby chair. "Get that tampon out of you. I'm going to see if you fuck better than you suck."

The girls were enthralled as Rodney raped Penny's ass. I found it hard to watch as he brutalized her till she was bleeding then kept on pounding away. Finally, mercifully he climaxed and filled her with cum. He walked around, had her lick his cock clean then wiped it in her hair. He told her to deposit his load in her hand and eat it to which she dutifully responded.

"You got a lot of work in front of you with that one." Rodney said to Tina.

"Come back later and we'll show you our appreciation." Gina said to Rodney.

Tina told me to take Penny upstairs and get her a hot bath. "Give her some booze and show her how to douche. She can sleep with you tonight and help you make breakfast in the morning. Plan on Gina, Rodney and myself."




Sheila and Penny



Penny was badly hurt, but I helped her up the stairs. We stripped and got in another hot tub with a glass of wine. After she felt a little better I mixed some warm water and mineral oil in her feminine syringe. She put a good portion inside her "pussy" and we returned to the tub. After she expelled the mixture and at my suggestion, she inserted a new tampon and rejoined me in the tub. We washed our faces, shampooed our hair, reheated the tub and settled back to enjoy our wine.

Dressed in long cotton gowns and fur lined slippers we went downstairs and made a salad for dinner. I'm nearly six feet tall and weigh 158 pounds. Penny will get little to eat until she gets down around that weight. Starvation, exercise and hormone treatment added to whatever physical tortures her Mistress demands will mean a rough six or eight months for my new playmate.

We climbed into bed at 9:00 as we had to be up at 5:00. With both of us caged there was no sex, but we cuddle, spoke softly about tomorrow and kissed. She needed a friend and I was glad to have one.

Not knowing what physical shape Penny was in I decided to limit our run the next morning to one mile. We wore pink shorts just long enough to cover our cages, pink hoodies and pink shoes. We had fruit smoothies and black coffee for breakfast, took a quick shower and did our makeup. The uniform of the day was pink "French maid" outfits and 5" heels with 2" platforms.

As soon as I heard stirring in the master suite we went downstairs and made blueberry pancakes, bacon and coffee for all. We were doing laundry when our masters arrived. I thought it was punitive, but Rodney made Penny give him a blowjob while he consumed his breakfast. She did better this time and he came. She didn't waste a drop. Of course, when you're hungry every calorie counts.

Rodney disappeared and the Mistresses left to open my office. I was allowed to be off that day so I could get Penny ready to go home later. I decided to spend some of the time catching up on chores since I had some help.

Penny and I dressed in the same pink and white outfits from the night before. She put her essentials in a white purse and I loaned her a suitcase for her male clothes, enema equipment, makeup and the female clothing items we had furnished her.

Sheila and Penny

Part 4

When we arrived at Penny's house I asked her to wait in the car. I walked up and rang the bell. A short, beautifully proportioned but mousy young woman answered the door.

"Are you Mrs. Pool?" I asked

"Yes." Was her rather tremulous reply. 

"Mistress Ann, my name is Sheila. I'm Gina Ross' father. She is one of your husband's students." I said.

It was obvious she wanted to ask about my appearance, but before she got anything out I continued. "Mistress Gina, my wife, had to severely discipline your husband and she asked me to bring him by and explain."

This elicited a panicked response. "Where is he? Is he alright? He's been gone all night without a word."

"Mistress Ann, I believe you better prepare yourself for a shock. He's alright, but there have been some changes. May I please come in?" I said.

A bit more sternly than before she asked. "What's with the Mistress and what's with the outfit?"

"Mistress Ann, I'm my wife's cuckold and I dress appropriately for a sissy. Since you have a vagina, I'm required by my Mistress to address you as Mistress or Princess. I hope that is okay."

Now in full indignant mode she asked. "Is the circus in town?"

"Mistress, may I please come inside?" I asked.

"Okay let's get this over with." Ann said.

After we were seated in opposite chairs I maneuvered her in to offering some wine before I began. "Mistress Ann, your husband molested our daughter."

I might as well have said he was on a spaceship to the moon.

"That's ridiculous. I want you to leave." Ann said.

"Mistress Ann, I have proof." I said.

"That Mistress shit is getting on my nerves." Ann said.

"I'm sorry Mistress. Would you like to see the proof?" I asked.

She acquiesced, I plugged a thumb drive into her big screen TV and started an edited version of a woman dressed like me worshipping a young girl, begging to eat her pussy and then doing so.

She didn't recognize Peter, but she recognized his voice. "That's Peter." She exclaimed.

"Yes, Mistress, but her name is Penny." I said.

"Why is he in a dress?" Ann asked.

"Mistress, may I show you a little more tape before I answer that question?" I asked.

She waved for me to start and this time Penny was on her knees sucking Rodney's enormous cock.

"What the fuck is going on?" Ann asked.

Mistress Ann, we have sissified your husband and she wants to serve as your cuckold if you will have her. She understood the words, but could make no sense of them. She walked over to the bar and took a belt of bourbon then winced as it went down.

"Where is he?" Ann asked.

I walked over to the front door and signaled for Penny to come in. As we stood in the doorway we could have been twins.

"What the hell have you done." Ann asked Penny.

Penny bounded over, fell to her knees and started kissing Ann's feet. "Mistress, I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

"Stop that and tell me what you have done." Ann said to Penny.

"Mistress, Please. I've never been happy as a man. I want to serve you in every way. I want to live my life as a subservient sissy." Penny said to Ann.

"For God's sake Peter, get up and take those ridiculous clothes off. Have you lost your mind?" Ann said.

Penny said. "Mistress".

He didn't get any further because Ann interrupted. "Stop calling me that."

Penny tried again. "Mistress, if I'm not allowed to serve as your slave, I'll have to leave. Please don't make me leave. I love you." With that he fell in front of her again and started kissing her feet.

"Stop that Peter. Let me think." Ann said.

As she was thinking Penny started kissing her way up Ann's leg.

Ann shoved him away and asked. "Is this some kind of weird sex thing?"

I thought it was a good time so I showed Ann a lovely silver chain with a small key attached then asked. "Mistress Ann, may I put this around your neck?"

She asked. "What is it?"

Ann didn't resist so I fastened it in place and said to Penny. "Show Mistress Ann what the key fits."

Penny stood, faced Ann and slowly raised her skirt. I don't believe Ann had ever seen a cock cage, but you don't need a PhD in perversion to figure it out.

"And you volunteered for this." Ann asked Penny.

"Yes, Mistress. It is a visible sign that I'm completely under your control." Penny told Ann.

Turning to me she said. "And your wife did this to him in one night."

"Yes, Mistress." I said.

"I've got to meet this woman." Ann said.

I responded. "I hope you will, Mistress. She wants to meet with you and help you train Penny."

Turning to her husband Ann demanded. "Well Penny, get up and walk around for me."

Almost as quickly as Peter had submitted to his new alter ego, Ann was warming to the idea of dominating a person that had often treated her with comtempt.

As Penny walked I said. "She needs a lot of work, Mistress, but she'll learn."

"Let's see your cock again." Ann ordered Penny.

Ann toyed with the plastic enclosure for a moment then asked Penny. "Since I won't be using this anymore, what am I going to do for cock, sissy boy?"

I said on my way to the door. "Mistress I believe I can help you with that." I made another signal and when I returned Rodney was leading the way.

"Ann, I'm Rodney. Tina said that under the circumstances you might want a good fucking."

"You're the guy on the tape." Ann mused knowing what was between his legs.

Turning to Penny she said. "Get me and Rodney a drink."

Rodney and Ann chatted for a few minutes and he assured her that he and his buddies could provide around the clock cock for hire services. He also suggested she could send her pussy boy out to find her some cock at a men's bathroom.

Ann was in. She asked Penny. "Is that right Penny? Would you go out and comb bathrooms looking for me a cock?"

"Oh yes Mistress. Every night if you desire." Penny said.

I suggested. "Why don't you show Mistress Ann Rodney's cock and get it ready for her?"

Penny looked to Ann for instruction.

"Go ahead." Ann ordered.

Everyone in the room knew that once you get a cock like that out somebody is going to get fucked. Penny was still hurting from the last time she got it but that didn't deter her from getting the monster out and plopping it in her mouth. To help things along I restarted the movie. Penny was being raped in HD.

I choreographed the scene. Penny would sit on the floor with her back to the couch. Ann would bend over the couch with her pussy in Penny's face. Rodney would take her "doggie" style. Ann and Rodney stripped and I got my first look at Ann. She had great tits, a big unruly bush and a terrific figure. I wanted to eat her on the spot.

With everyone in their place Penny was lapping at Ann's clitoris. Rodney was filling her twat and fucking her so hard it was lifting her off the ground. There had never been anything that big inside her or anything that had gone that deep. With that pole inside her and Penny licking her clitty she came with a howl. I could smell them from ten feet away.

"Oh my fucking God. Fuck me. Fuck me harder." Ann lifted her legs off the ground effectively impaling herself on Rodney and wanting more. "I want more." She screamed as she roared through another climax. 

Penny's face and wig were wet with vaginal fluid. The mixture filled the air with its pungent odor.

Still off the ground and skewered on Rodney's cock Ann was pulling and twisting both her breasts. "Is that all you got? When are you going to stop jacking around and start fucking?" 

How could I have thought she was mousy. This beauty had never really been fucked and she was evolving before my eyes. About this time Rodney came, but he didn't care and Ann didn't either. So much cum and vaginal fluid was leaking out of Ann I decided to help. I squeezed in from behind and started licking the delicious juice from Rodney's cock, her legs anywhere I could get my tongue.

The new player drove her over the top again, but this time she had all she could take. Her tits were raw. Her pussy was battered and bruised. Every nerve ending within a foot of her cunt was on overload and she needed that mouth off her clitty. She literally dove head first over the couch and collapsed on the floor.

Penny sat beside her and gently put Ann's head in her lap. "Are you okay, Mistress."

Ann couldn't talk. She waved dismissively. After a couple of anxious minutes, she looked up at Penny and said. "Clean my pussy." 

Penny got down between Ann's legs and started carefully, lovingly working on her with the flat of her tongue. Eventually, Ann rolled over, sat on Penny's face and pushed more cum into Penny's eager mouth. At his command I was busy cleaning up Rodney. He got aroused and fucked my face till he came again. 

Ann brought everything to a finally telling Penny and I to go stand in a corner. Ann could barely stand. She didn't put on her underwear, but she did put her summer dress back on. She waddled over to Rodney, put both arms around his neck and kissed him. 

"Thank you Rodney. If I ever recover, I want some more." Ann said.

"Any time Ann. It's been my experience you can't wear that thing out." Rodney said.

"Maybe not, but you can sure stretch it out of shape. Thanks again it was quite a ride." Ann said and kissed him once more.

With Rodney gone Ann turned her attention to us. "Which of you would like a nice drink of pee?"

We both whirled around, dropped to our knees and opened wide. Ann plugged herself onto her husband's mouth and released a hot stream. "You spill a drop and I'll beat you raw."

Mistress Ann was born; mousy Ann was dead. 

Sheila and Penny

Part 5

Dressed in new VS undies, a light yellow chemise and low-heel, yellow thong sandals, Ann felt ten years younger as she rang the doorbell at Tina's home.

"Good Morning Mistress Ann. Please come in." I said.

Shelia escorted Ann to the den where Tina was waiting.

With a friendly peck on the check and a hug Tina said. "Good morning Ann."

"Thanks to you it is indeed a good morning. Penny was between my legs when I awoke this morning. She made me breakfast in bed and is at home right now doing housework. It's miraculous." Ann said.

"I'm delighted you're enjoying your dominant role. It is the only appropriate role for a real woman and her spouse." Tina said.

"I can't thank you enough, but I'm a bit concerned about our finances. Penny certainly can't teach and I'm determined she will adopt a subservient female role 24/7." Ann said.

"You never know. If you want our help, she will be completely passable when we are through with her and schools are going to have to yield to the power of the LGBT movement. For now, she can work for us while her hormone program kicks in and we further feminize her. I think she can earn what she was making as a teacher." Tina said.

"That would be most gracious of you. I just can't express how grateful I am." Ann said.

"Nothing is too good for a fellow devote of a female's sacred power role. There is one thing you should consider concerning her feminization. We don't recommend you let her have a pussy, but I have Sheila scheduled for surgical castration. I think it is a better solution than caging." Tina said.

Suddenly pensive Ann said. "Wow, I hadn't even thought about that. Of course, there are a lot of things I haven't had time to get my head around."

"Humiliation is also an important aspect to control. Our friend Bobbie will pierce her tongue and tattoo her. Sheila has a tramp stamp and a big butterfly on her right shoulder. I see you are wearing the key to her cock cage. People will ask. When they do tell them what it is. When Sheila and I are out shopping or bar hopping, I almost always make her ask a handsome guy if he would like a blow job Use your imagination. It's the ultimate amusement." Tina said.

They were sitting on the couch when Tina asked Ann to stand. Facing her Tina took the bottom of Ann's dress in both hands then said. "May I?"

Ann didn't say anything, but she held both hand above her. Tina raised the hem above Ann's head and cast the garment aside. Ann looked as if she were ashamed of her lovely body. She crossed her arms across her breasts and covered her crotch with her hands. Tina stepped toward Ann kissed her lightly on the lips then stepped back and very slowly raised her hands above her head.

Ann had been more or less sexually liberated for a matter of hours and here she was on the Lesbian Express train. She unzipped Tina's dress, pulled it forward and dropped to the floor. When Tina retired to the couch Ann attempted to follow, but found herself draped face first over the back of the couch with Tina hovering over her.

Tina undid Ann's bra and started kissing her back where the band and straps had made imprints. Tina reached around and messaged Ann's tight breasts. As she rolled Ann's nipples between thumb and forefinger Tina rotated Ann over and laid her on her back with her head on the arm of the couch. Ann's bra disappeared in the process. 

Kneeling between Ann's legs, Tina put one hand on each of Ann's breasts and leaned forward till she was almost touching Ann's face. Tina kissed the air between them then moved down to take Ann's right nipple between her lips. She kissed, sucked and nibbled before circling the areole over and over with her tongue. 

Moving to Ann's left nipple Tina bit down hard enough to cause Ann to wince. At the same time Tina rubbed Ann's smooth soft tummy just above her panty line before moving down to cup her mons pubis in her hand. 

Tina stopped and sat back on her heels the said. "Unlike our sissies we have choices. Do you want it?"

Ann gazed into Tina's emerald green eyes. They fluttered twice before Ann spread her arms in a welcoming jester. Tina moved forward placing her left cup an inch from Ann's mouth. As if for the hundredth time, not the first, Ann reached around and unfastened Tina's bra. Like a hungry calf Ann sucked Tina's left breast into her mouth.

Tina whispered. "Turn over."

Ann responded and Tina kissed her neck and down along her spine till she reached her panties again. Tina removed the tiny gossamer covering to expose Ann's lovely round ass. Tina spread her hands across Ann's bottom, smacked her hard several times then began to cover the little red handprints with kisses. It was a clumsy maneuver, but Tina rolled Ann onto her back again and sat back to enjoy the site of a sweet curvaceous female form.

Preliminaries aside Tina kissed Ann's soft tummy then inhaled a deep breath of aroma from her curly pubic hair. She kissed Ann's lovely pedals, blew a gentle across them and began to nibble her clitoris. Ann gripped her breasts pulled at them and squirmed as Ann tongue fucked her. She looked as if she were in incredible pain, but made no attempt to escape.

Tina put her thumb inside Ann and slapped the swelling bundle of nerves just about the vaginal opening. Before Ann could tumble over the top from her mastication Tina sat back on her heels again.

"Please." Ann implored.

Tina placed a delicate kiss on the inside of Ann's left thigh just above the knee. As she moved higher and higher Ann put her hands behind Tina's head and tried to pull her into her vagina, moaning and shaking.

Tina ministered to Ann's clitty with her tongue then slipped two crimson tipped finger inside her. Ann pushed up toward Tina's mouth and fucked the slender fingers. Her back arched severely. Her eyes rolled back then closed. Ann beat the couch with both hands then growled. "Oh My God."

A job well done, her lips aglow with Ann's vaginal fluid Tina moved up and gave Ann a tender post-coital kiss. 

Anxious to return the favor and driven by curiosity Ann pushed Tina back ripped her panties off and dove between her legs. She had no experience and her effort was amateurish, but she knew what turned her on and that was what she did. 

Tina encouraged her. "Eat that pussy, girl." 

After Tina came, she and Ann stretched out on the couch, pulled a cotton throw over their naked bodies and hugged each other while their bodies settled down. They would sleep together often and dream of exquisite ways to torture their vassals.



Sheila At The Movie Arcade



Glen had finally talked his wife Sheila into checking out the local sex shop with him. He thought they could look at some of the vibrators and the lubricants and maybe buy something and take it home to try out.

A lone clerk was sitting behind the counter as they walked through the front door. The clerk didn't seem to pay them much attention, other than to collect five dollars apiece. Glen and Sheila walked through the aisles checking out all the dildos and triple X magazine covers. At the far end of the room Sheila saw a large doorway. "What's back there Glen?" She asked.

"That's where they have the movie arcade, Honey," he replied.

"What is that exactly?" Sheila questioned.

"They have these private viewing booths where you can look at triple X movies. Do you want to check it out?" He asked.

"Might as well while we are here," she answered.

Sheila headed that direction and Glen followed. He thought to himself what a good-looking wife he had as he watched her shapely ass move in front of him. Sheila was 35 and had a very sexy body and a sweet face with blond hair and blue eyes. Her boobs were in the C cup range and she had a slender waist to go along with her well-rounded ass.

They turned the corner and entered a semi-darkened narrow hallway with doorways all along the left side. Some of the doors were open and some were closed. They saw a tall muscular black guy standing at the end of the aisle. Sheila and Glen walked halfway down the aisle and nodded in a friendly way to the man as they entered a cubicle. The black man nodded back in a friendly fashion and said, "Hi."

Once they were inside Glen closed the door and secured it with a sliding latch. There was a broad wooden bench in the rear of the cubicle with enough room for two people to sit on. Glen and Sheila sat down. Sheila looked up and saw a TV screen directly in front of them. There was a porno film being shown on the screen. A shapely good-looking blond had a black guy's large dick in her mouth and was sucking on the head with obvious pleasure.

"Wow, that looks like fun." Sheila giggled.

"You like the look of that, huh?" Glen asked.

"Well, Hon, yours is the only one I've ever sucked on so of course I'm a little curious. Especially about a big black one like that, HA! Of course you know I love to suck on your seven-inch cock. I'm just curious as to whether I could handle a thicker 8 or 9 incher like that black guy's."

They continued to look at the screen. Now the blond was taking about half the large dick into her mouth and pretty soon she was deep-throating the whole thing. Next she took it out of her mouth and moved down to suck on the black guy's large balls, licking and sucking on them. She lifted the balls with her hand and licked underneath them while she held the big prick with her other hand.

Glen had a big erection in his pants looking at this scene. He looked across at his lovely wife and saw that she was playing with one of her nipples like she always did when she was hot. They continued to stare at the screen as the black man turned around with his nice looking ass right in front of the blonde's face. The blond licked her lips with a smile on her face and spread the man's ass cheeks apart with both hands. Now they could see his small tight looking asshole. The blond pushed her pink tongue forward against his asshole and proceeded to start licking at it hungrily.

"Wow, this is hot stuff," commented Sheila. Glen noticed that her hand was buried in the crotch of her shorts, while the other continued to play with one or the other nipple.

Glen and Sheila sat staring at the screen action and almost didn't hear the door of the cubicle next to theirs close. They looked over to the left and Sheila noticed for the first time that there was a fairly large rectangular hole cut in the wall between the two cubicles. "What is that for Glen?" she asked, slightly alarmed.

"Some of the booths have those so you can check out the person next to you Sweetie," Glen replied.

"God, I wonder who is over there Glen. Maybe it's that nice looking black guy we saw outside in the hallway. What do you think?" Sheila asked.

"Only one way to find out Baby. Do you want to look, or should I?" He asked.

"I'm too freaked out to look, you check it out Honey," she answered.

Glen moved over near the far wall and peered through the hole. It was the black guy all right. He was sitting there quietly watching a film in his cubicle. He had unzipped his pants and was slowly stroking his cock which stuck out through his zipper. It looked to be very erect and was probably a good 8 inches long and a good deal thicker than Glen's own dick. It also had a very large and perfectly formed head on it.

Glen turned to Sheila and whispered in her ear: "It's the black guy alright and you should see what a big hard dick he has, Baby!"

"Really?" she replied. "I can't believe this; I'm so hot, Baby. First this horny film and now this."

"Why don't you take a look, Babe," Glen told her.

"Are you sure it is alright with you Sweetie? You know I love you more than anything or anybody," Sheila said.

"I know that, Babe. It won't hurt at all to look I don't think," Glen answered.

Sheila switched placed with Glen and peered cautiously through the hole between the booths. She could see the good-looking black guy staring at the TV screen. She stared at his lap and saw the biggest cock she'd ever seen. It had to be an inch or two longer than Glen's and a good deal thicker and wider. The head was very broad and had a beautiful mushroom shape to it. Sheila fingered her nipples and her clit more urgently as she continued to look in on this fantastic scene. She felt her face and chest flush and her clit and pussy lips were swelling up in size. Sheila could feel the crotch of her panties getting wet.

Sheila leaned back on the bench and whispered to Glen: "Talk about black and beautiful, his dick is huge."

"Would you like to feel it Baby, and maybe jack him off or even try to blow him?" Glen asked.

"Oh Glen, I couldn't!" Sheila replied.

"Why not Baby? I'm right here watching, it's not like you are cheating on me. It's something new you've never done. I want you to have a good time and enjoy something new. Really, I won't mind," Glen said. "To tell you the truth, this whole thing has got me more excited than I've ever been. We can go home and fuck and suck like crazy after you're done!"

"Let me think about it Honey," she replied.

"Take another look while you're thinking Babe," Glen said.

Sheila leaned forward and peered through the hole again. The black man had taken off his pants and was standing up now. Sheila could see his big dick right at eye level only a few inches from her face and also a huge set of black balls that appeared to be shaved. He also had one of those well-developed bubble type butts that black guys tend to have. Sheila felt Glen's mouth at her ear, "Go ahead and reach your hand through and touch it Honey," he said.

"OK Baby, but only cause you are here Glen," she replied. Sheila could feel her face and chest flushing even more and here pussy lips and clit felt totally engorged. She's never been hotter than this. She reached her right hand through the hole slowly and stroked the underside of the big black dick. The black guy gently guided her hand around his shaft. It was so thick that her hand wouldn't go all the way around. He turned to face her with his crotch and she cupped his huge balls with her left hand while she slowly jacked the shaft with her right. Sheila ran her hand along the length of his dick and spread some pre-cum all over the enormous head. His cock actually grew even harder and a little larger in her hand. Sheila gently pulled him forward until his cock and his big balls were all the way through the hole and she was able to really work on that big dick.

"Go ahead and suck on it Babe," Glen said behind her ear. Sheila continued to slowly jack on the big cock and to spread more pre-cum over the beautiful head. She put the head in her mouth and tasted his cum. It tasted sweet. Sheila sucked on the head gently and then with slightly more force, moaning slightly. She started to make some sucking noises as she took more and more of the big dick into her mouth and then withdrew it and worked more on the head too. She lifted the balls and licked both of them and then sucked on each ball separately while she continued to moan and play with her pussy.

She held the big dick head in her hand. Glen whispered in her ear: "Lick his asshole for a while Baby, that will get him going. Then have him come in your mouth."

Sheila reached through between his legs and lightly touched his asshole, it appeared to be shaved too. Then she got him to turn around. He seemed to know what she wanted. He turned all the way around and pushed his ass against the hole in the wall. Sheila reached out and spread the firm cheeks of his bulbous ass and saw his beautiful tight pink asshole.

She spread the cheeks even more until his asshole opened up slightly. Then Sheila leaned forward and started licking on his sweet asshole while she fingered her clit with one hand. She felt like she could come soon. She moved forward a little more and started to French his asshole and suck on it making slurping noises and moaning into the crack of his firm round ass cheeks. She continued like that for 3 or 4 minutes, meanwhile reaching up between his legs and feeling up his big balls and cock. There was more pre-cum leaking out the hole in the head of his cock, which she lovingly spread over the head and up and down the shaft.

Finally, the black man turned back around and Sheila took his cock as far into her mouth and throat as she could. She loved the fullness of it and the way it stretched her mouth to the limit. She only managed to get about half of it in, but it felt great. The black guy started to move his big cock rapidly in and out of her mouth and she could feel him start to spasm. Just as he started to come she squeezed on his big balls and sucked hard on the beautiful head of his dick and then as she felt his cum explode in her mouth she pushed it to the entrance of her throat and swallowed his cum down her throat. Then she pulled it out of her mouth as the delicious white cum continued to spurt out and rubbed it all over her lips and her cheeks and nose and eye lids. She had one of the best orgasms of her life as she placed the head back in her mouth and lovingly sucked on it.

Glen handed her a handful of tissues out of a box on the bench and felt Sheila's nipples as she shuddered to another climax. He looked over and saw the black guy's hand sticking through the hole, holding a piece of paper. Glen took it and unfolded it and read the note.

It said: "Give me a call anytime at 668-3423, Marcus."



Sheila Bred



Sheila lay in complete shock. What had began as an innocent evening of fun for Sheila had turned into a complete destiny.

My experiences with plenty a young woman's innocence had allowed me to lead Sheila down a path with many escape routes, but my seductive guidance had resulted in her passing by each departing option. She sped by each exit option without seeing the destiny she was headed towards. I had taken advantage of many a fertile young woman's weaknesses and now I was positioned to pop her cherry and fill her womb. It had started with some wine. We joked and then became serious and kissed. There was more wine and we kissed more. Caressing her body I skillfully released her breasts for the aching attention they desired. My kisses to her aureoles drove her breathing wild and raised her need for passion.

Her mother had warned her many a time of the situation she was in, but it was fruitless and too late to remember to heed the warnings now. She was never to be alone with a man, for he might seek to dishonor her. But she had disobeyed, thinking she was always one in control of her situation.

Her beautiful virgin body was ready to be converted. What a beautiful women to be, Sheila's milky white skin, her long sleek legs, her lovely bosom lay before me. Her innocent questioning eyes pierced my own, asking where I would take her next. She lay on the blanket dizzy, her luscious full breasts exposed. The bottle of wine, empty, lay on its side next to the blanket.

With great pleasure I joyously lifted her dress exposing her dainty painted knickers to my view. But now her knickers were tossed aside, they were lost from her body as I prepared to release the fruits of my loins into her untouched pure womb. She would be my whore.

Her tender lips swelled in ready anticipation for its nature intended use. I warmly stimulated her body past the point of no return planting kisses on her lips and breasts. My hands had risen her body to the boiling point while tracing the folds of her lips as her legs spread wider and wider apart under her dress as I teased her cunt. The stimulation of senses drove her to kiss me deeply as we lay side to side on the blanket. Unconsciously her body wanted more. I would give all that I needed.

Rolling her onto her back I rolled with her, moving on top as her legs opened with my loaded gun readied for action. Sheila lay ready to be bred below me. I tore open her dress revealing all of her sweet body to me. I tossed my tunic and dropped my shorts in final preparation. 

Sheila was now mine to be had. I nestled my rock hard baby producing weapon in between her cunt lips spreading them apart for my breading pleasure. I was proud of my conquest, the luxury of taking her first.

In shocked surprise Sheila's senses awoken feeling my swollen weapon push into her cunt making her my whore. I tore through her virginity quickly and soon was pounding in and out into her soft womb breading her hard and raw. I could feel the pressure behind my seed grow. Sheila could feel the pressure within me grow. 

Sheila knew I was to impregnate her soon. Her mother had warned her that she may never allow a man to be alone with her unwed; he would certainly try to have his way with her. And having his way would most certainly result in the birth of a bastard son or daughter as virility was a family trait. She needed to be pure until wedlock.

And that she would not be. It was done. I was stealing her reputation.

Sheila's cunt became raw as my swollen gun continued on its in and out journey. I could feel my seed surge down the barrel and explode into her womb as she screamed in agony to her breading. Sheila whispered and grunted with each plunge mumbling meaningless words as I shot deep into her core.

With the final wave I held her in place as I pushed hard and held tight making certain the proper pressure pinned my whore Sheila as my weapon unloaded all its pellets into her womb. I held Sheila pinned to the blanket not letting her go. No escape for her as the pellets spread their wings and began swimming for their goal. 

Sheila lay below me a full half hour afterwards. 

I took her home, returning her quietly to her mother but sweet Sheila was already with child.

Robbed of her reputation, Sheila moved to Dublin where she became the whore of choice at Donovan's. Upstairs she entertained upwards of ten men each day, seven days every week for the next eight years. Sheila birthed nine children, six girls and three boys all from her profession but one.