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The Funeral

By: His Angel



I'm not sure why I walked into the place. I hate funerals, death, flowers. It was just all so much ceremony. Uncle Tom was gone, why did he need a party for his corpse? My gaze lifted to scan a sea of long forgotten or never known faces. Some dabbing at tears, others laughing merrily as if this was indeed a celebration. Sighing softly and moving through the crowd, the voice of my mother ringing in my ears. "You should go, pay our respects....and besides you were his favorite.." 

His favorite? Then why can't I even remember the last time I saw him or any of the strangers milling about? Taking note that My brother or sisters didn't get guilted into coming to this morbid excuse for a family reunion. At least then I'd have someone to complain to. Not paying much attention to anything but not stepping on the toes of the cheerful mourners, and bumping into a hard body in front of me. Jerking my head up to offer an apology as words are lost in my throat. The dark eyes looking down at me full of quiet amusement. Those lips curved into a genuine smile instead of the fake plastic ones normally received in such places. 

Feeling the sudden pounding of my heart as it finally decides to beat. A breath released and my voice found, if a bit rushed, breathless. "I...I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, I just..you..." Pausing in my rambling to smile up at him. "Hi, did you know.." Trailing off again, nodding in the general direction of the casket surrounded with flowers. My face flushing hot as his smile deepens and I feel an answering rush of heat in the vicinity of my stomach. 

His voice soft, smooth, sending a fluttering of butterflies to contend with the heat in my belly. "Oh no, I work here. My name's Gabriel, if I can be of any help be sure to let me know." Another of those smiles nearly flooring me, swallowing past the anxious knot in my throat and averting my gaze. His next words jerking my head up with a start. "Would you like to view the body? He looks good, one of my best works." An almost joking tone to the words yet a panic setting in my eyes. 

Shaking my head and taking a step back. "Oh, no, I couldn't...I, thank you no, I'm fine." My heart sinking a bit at his understanding nod and smile. Watching him step back unobtrusively to let me retreat or pass. His eyes lifting to offer smiles to others in the room. Biting my lip and feeling almost disappointed as I turn to head in the opposite direction, as far away from the death as I can manage without leaving the building. 

Laughing softly to myself as I come to the conclusion that I am a complete idiot. Did I think I was going to score a date at a funeral? With the guy who did Uncle Tom's makeup no less? Rolling my eyes at my own idiocy and settling into an empty chair, a glance at my watch showing I've only been here ten minutes and the "party" is sure to go on for a couple hours at least. 

Chancing a glance up to where he had stood and again surprised at the disappointment to find him gone. Muttering a curse under my breath.

"Excuse me?" 

Glancing to my left to see him crouched low beside my chair. That welcoming smile still in place. His long slender fingers laced together to dangle casually between his parted thighs. Again taking a moment to swallow loudly and find my voice, tipping my head to meet that fast addictive gaze. "Oh, nothing, I was just.." Laughing softly as I find myself at a loss for words, for explanation, turning my hands over in a helpless shrug. "Hello again."

His answering laugh sending a tingle down my spine, "Hello, fancy meeting you here. Care for a drink?" At my astonished look he laughs again and adds softly. "A cup of coffee? Maybe a glass of water? You looked a little pale in there, are you sure you're alright?"

"No, I'm...Actually, a glass of water would be nice, thank you." Thinking to have just a few moments longer with him, to bring him back with the water. His intent the same, he stands and offers his hand to help me up. "I'll show you where it is, the ice is in back. And trust me you don't want the stuff out here, it's been sitting there all day." 

Shrugging a delicate shoulder and slipping my hand into his, thrilling at the feel of his palm beneath my fingertips. His larger hand closing around mine to help me from the chair. His hand falling comfortably at the small of my back, his body arranged familiarly snug against my side. He guides me through the crowded hallway, his head dipped low as if offering words of comfort....yet no words are needed. 

Turning a corner at the end of the hall and pushing through an inner door, we finally step into the dimly lit room. A small fridge humming against the wall, a cot barely long enough for me, much less a larger frame hugging another across the room. Rubbing my arms with the chill of quiet as the voices beyond are muted with a closed door. 

Turning to watch him, his long graceful steps as he makes his way into the room. Grabbing a glass with a practiced hand and twisting to tug open the freezer door. Ice cubes clinking softly, his smile flashing as he looks my way before filling the glass from a bottle. "You looked a bit uncomfortable out there, you're welcome to hang out here with me for awhile if it makes you feel better. I noticed you came in alone, and you look kind of lost." His crooked grin melting away any offense that could be taken, my fingers curling around the chilled glass he offers.

A smile of gratitude tugging at my lips as I whisper, almost shy. "Thank you, I'd like that. I don't really know anyone here, a long lost family thing...you know." A vague shrug lifting my shoulders as I sip at the water. 

His understanding nod and ready smile warming me instantly, settling into a nearby chair as he props a hip on the fridge. A deep blush creeping up my neck as I notice the tight cling of his pants over his crotch. Searching for something, anything to say to break the spell of his body. "I hate the thought of death, dying, being locked away in a box forever." Shuddering visibly at the thought. "How can you do it every day?" 

His answer an easy laugh and a shrug of broad shoulders. "It's my job, it's what I do. Besides.." Again that nearly amused sparkle in his eyes mixed now with a mischievous grin. "The ones in the box don't typically complain all that much, it's the live ones you have to worry about."

Groaning softly yet laughing with him at his easy humor, the tension melting away. "So is it the death itself or the box that scares you?" His genuine look of curiosity bringing a smile to my lips. 

Another shrug of my shoulders. Feeling the tell tale blush heating my face yet again. "It's the box, being buried I think. Being shut away in that tiny space". Rubbing my arms as the chill creeps again over my skin, the fear. 

His lips drawn into a thoughtful line, suddenly standing and grabbing my hand. "Come with me, I want to show you something. It might help." Unsure if this is such a good idea, but not really wanting to leave his company, I set the glass on the table beside me and follow him out another door and down yet another hallway.

Pushing me gently ahead of him through a heavy steel door into a dark room, his body pressing close against mine as the door shuts behind us. My heart skipping a beat at the feel of him, so very close. His breath on my neck, his voice soft against my ear. "The viewing is on the other side of that wall, and I'm really not supposed to have anyone back here, so we'll have to speak quietly in here okay?" 

My only answer a soft nod in the dark, enough with his body pressed so close to mine. His arm sliding around my waist....leading me deeper into the room. His hand at my wrist to lift my hand to his lips, brushing a kiss across my knuckles as his whisper sounds again close to my ear. "I'm going to find us some light, don't move around too much until you can see where you're going." 

Nodding slowly, not moving from the spot he directed me to, straining hard to see shadows in the darkness. 

A flame flickers as a candle is lit....his features obscured in the dancing light. My breath catching in my throat at the dark grace of his movement toward me. Catching a glimpse of the surroundings past his shoulder and turning my head to look around. Caskets lining the walls in the dimly lit room, an elaborate ivory one gleaming in the center of the room. It's top opened to reveal the satin lining inside, the soft pillow. My eyes widening in panic, stepping back away from the open casket before me to again bump up against a hard body. 

His hands sliding up to grip my shoulders, turning me carefully to face him. The candle resting beside him on a closed casket, setting his face in shadows. Fingers gently urging my chin up, his head dipping to brush his lips over mine. His voice a soft caress against my lips. "It's okay, it's just a box. You have nothing to be afraid of, touch it, feel for yourself."

Lips claiming mine in a kiss, keeping me from doing as he asks as fingers curl at his chest. Finally lifting his head from the kiss. He turns me slowly to face the casket again, his hips fitting tightly against my ass, his chest at my back. His hands over mine, reaching for the slick side of the casket. Curling my fingers over the edge, holding them there as he nudges my hair aside with his face. His lips touching the back of my neck. 

His voice soft against my skin, shuddering with the feel of him. Forgetting for the moment to fear the box I'm holding onto. "See, it's just a box, an empty box. A place to rest." 

Leaning back into his body, the feel of his lips. Feeling his hands sliding over my hips. His arousal a definite heat against my ass, his fingertips brushing my thighs, my belly. His touch awakening a slow ache between my thighs. Turning my head, tipping my chin, wanting to feel the sweet pressure of his mouth against mine once more. The kiss long, deep, drawing a long moan from my throat. His hands roaming freely over my body, feeling the pliant flesh beneath the cling of dark cloth. Hips rocking gently against me from behind, long arms extended to grasp and pull the hem of my dress higher over my thighs. Stockings ending and pale flesh revealed beneath. Thighs parting slightly at the flutter of his fingers, a soft groan the only invitation needed. 

His strong hands moving to grip my hips and lift me up, turning to sit me atop the closed bottom of the casket. One small hand gripping the edge of the lid, the other his shoulder. His smile flashing bright in the darkness as he slides to his knees, pushing the hem of my skirt to my hips. Panties lost in the tug of his hand. The softest flicker of a wet warm tongue wiping out any thoughts but of him, my thighs spreading wider in invitation.

His tongue quickly complying with one long deep stroke after another, tasting the smooth bare flesh of my sex. My hand moving to grip the back of his head, the other curled tightly around the lid to keep from slipping. His fingers sliding up to gently part swollen lips, his groan of pleasure soon muffled as his face is buried. His tongue probing deep into my heat. Panting softly, eyes lidded in deep pleasure. Only seeing the gentle bob of his head as he moves his tongue to and fro, pulling back to lap slowly at my slit. Voices beyond the wall growing softer as the loud pounding of my heart fills my head.

"Ooohh, Gabriel, what....ohhhh don't stop."

Pressing his face tighter into my cunt as muscles clench around the soft probing length of his tongue. Pulling his tongue free from my now eager cunt. A long slender finger pressing relentlessly at my clutching muscles, pushing into me just as his tongue finds my throbbing clit. My screams sure to...wake the dead as the first waves of my orgasm spill in a hot rush over me, every muscle tensed. Fingers curled to hold his head tight between my thighs, hips bucking wildly. 

Lost in his own peak of hearing my pleasure, he ignores the danger of discovery my screams might bring and only sucks harder on my pulsing clit. His fingers fucking into my cunt as muscles convulse around them. Pushing me off balance and back into the casket as the bottom is flipped upward to open. His jacket torn off and tossed aside, his tie jerked loose and buttons popped on his shirt. Pants lost in the darkness as his body is pressed in against mine. His fingers never leaving the tight grip of my cunt until his cock is there to gently nudge at my flesh. 

Pulling his fingers slowly from my body. The ringed head of his cock gripped tightly in hand, guided in a slow tease against my engorged clit. My breaths short hard gasps of air, my body trembling hard with the need that still burns within. Hips lifting...grinding against flesh and steel. His foot banging against the bottom half of the lid to bring it down to close, lifting his head to catch the top of the lid and bring it down over us. His hand pressing suddenly to my mouth...silencing my sounds of pleasure and protest as his body tenses and stills. His whisper just barely heard in the darkness. "Shhhhhhhh, someone's coming, please....don't make any sounds, I'll get fired if we're caught here...like this." 

Realizing for the first time that we're in a casket. A closed casket, shut inside. Claustrophobia setting in strong. Panic choking me. Struggling under the hold of his hand over my mouth. 

Feeling the hand lift slowly, his head dipped to rest in the crook of my shoulder. His heart beating hard and steady against my chest. Trying to find the air to breathe in the closed space, trying to hold back the scream of panic. My lungs beginning to burn. Opening my mouth to try and tell him that I can't stay here. That I need to breathe, I needed air. The sound of the heavy door opening and loud voices quieting my own fear to mix with his of discovery. 

Men talking, laughing. Heavy objects being moved about, and then the feel of his cock again pressing against my slick heat. His whisper in my ear. "I know you're scared. You can either scream for help and get us caught, or I'm going to fuck you...right here...right now, the choice is yours."

Without waiting for an answer he presses his hips forward, sinking a hard cock deep into my cunt. Burying his face into my hair to muffle his own loud groan of pleasure. Biting hard into my lip to hold back my scream, my body arching as much as possible within the tight confines. Pressing into his thrust, lost beneath him. 

His body shaking with the effort to be satisfied with the short thrusts he's allowed. Wanting, needing to pull back and plunge deep. My hands curling at his back, long crimson nails raking at the shirt. Eager to feel the flesh beneath. Rocking my hips slowly up into him, muscles clenching and tugging. 

The softest suction of wet heat greedy to have him deeper. Milking his cock, feeling the veins pulsing...flesh throbbing as he glides into me. The voices outside the casket growing louder again. Gasping, barely suppressing a loud cry of pleasure as his cock jerks and shifts inside me with the flex of his hips. Managing to press just a bit deeper. His excitement at the risk evident as his need increases almost violently, his hips jerking short and sharp.

His hands in my hair twisting painfully, jerking my head back to let him feast on my throat. My cunt convulsing as his teeth sink into vulnerable flesh, aimed at pulsing vein. Muffled screams mingling with loud laughter outside our world as his hand comes up magically to cover my mouth. His own screams lost in the tearing of my flesh, the spill of my blood. 

His cock erupting in a jerking spasm inside my clenching heat. A rush of hot seed splashed deep, fluids exchanged in a heated rush of sensation. My body trembling violently beneath him, breathless. My cunt clenching in the tiny quakes of after shocks, milking every last drop from his body as his mouth continues to move at my throat. The voices outside fading, the door closing with a heavy thud. The sound of a lock turning and his relieved and sated sigh against my ear.

The Funeral



Mike had been a friend and neighbor to Priscilla for over 5 years. He had watched as the Cancer took her strength before it finally consumed her. Now as he stood at her funeral he felt like he had lost his best friend. Even on her worst days when she was racked with constant pain, she greeted him with a smile and listened as he talked about his day or the woman he had screwed the night before.

Those were her favorite stories, she wouldn't let him just theorize about what happened. Oh no, she wanted all the gory details. She was a great woman.

He looked around at the people gathered around the closed casket. Priscilla had only been 33, to young to be taken from this world. He knew a few people gathered around but not many. His eyes rested on a young woman that looked to be no more then 21. She had Priscilla's jet black hair and green eyes. Her slender figure was covered in a black dress as she cried quietly into a handkerchief.

An older man standing beside her put his arm across her shoulders and she leaned against him. Mike knew that the older man was Priscilla's father, he had met him a couple of weeks before when he came over to check on Priscilla. She had been having one of her bad days and the man had asked Mike out for a drink after the visit was over. 

He had felt awkward as the man cried into his beer, but he had just been there which is what he figured the other man wanted.

When the service was over, Mike laid the single red rose on the casket then walked away. He had done his duty to a friend; the rest of the time was for her family. He didn't think anyone would notice he had left anyway, everyone was crying and with someone. He was the only one there alone. He would have been surprised to know that as he walked away, a pair of eyes followed his every movement.

He saw the girl from the funeral again at the reception held afterwards. He brushed his graying dark brown hair back from his face as he walked up to her. "Hi." He said softly getting a glass of punch.

The girl turned to look at him. "Hi, you were Priscilla's neighbor weren't you? Mike something..."

Mike smiled. "Yes, Mike Anderson, I was with her when she died." Not many people knew it, but he had actually been holding Priscilla in his arms when she passed on. She had been afraid of dying alone and begged him to hold her. He knew he couldn't deny her a last wish. As she lay dying in his arms, he gently kissed her forehead then watched as her eyes closed and she took her last ragged breath.

Mike didn't cry at the funeral of his friend. He had spent his grief that day in her apartment as he just held her.

The girl nodded. "Thank you for everything you did for her. My father said you were a great friend." She wiped her eyes on a handkerchief held tightly in her hand.

Mike nodded, not sure what to say. "And you are?" He finally asked.

She looked startled. "Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Veronica. I am Priscilla's younger sister."

Mike nodded again, he knew that Priscilla had a younger sister but he had never met her. Priscilla was always bragging about how she was going to some high class college back east and was at the top of her class. "It is nice to meet you Veronica."

She smiled through her tears. "Thank you." She looked around the room then leaned close to him as if parting a great secret. "Can I ask you a favor?"

Mike just shrugged. "Sure."

Again she looked around before bringing her eyes back to his. "Will you fuck me?"

Mike was so startled by the question, he almost dropped his glass. "Excuse me?"

20 Year old Veronica, let her eyes drift over Mike's body. He had to be at least 6'2" and maybe 160lbs. His graying hair was resting just above his shoulders and his amber eyes looked at her in surprise. .

Her body came to life as she looked at him. She had seen him watching her during the funeral and figured why not. She smiled at him. "It's just that with Priscilla dying and everything, I need to feel alive. I need to know that I am alive." She lifted her watery eyes to his. "Do you understand?"

Mike lowered his eyes as what she was asking made sense. "Sure, you need to feel alive. I can understand that." He looked around the room. "I'm sure there are plenty of guys here who would do that for you."

Veronica looked down at her hands. "Most of the guys here are relatives. Plus none of them would understand." She looked back at him. "You were her friend. I figured if anyone would do that for me, it would be you."

Mike set his glass down on the table then took her hand in his. "Come on, let's get out of here."

They had barely entered Mike's car, before he had Veronica in his arms and his mouth locked on hers. She kissed him hard, her tongue slicing into his mouth, making him moan in desire. He let his hand brush over her 38D tit and felt the nipple harden against his hand. 

He felt his cock hardening in his pants and it took all his control to pull away and not take her right there in the car. "I need to drive sweetheart." He said huskily pulling his mouth from hers.

Her eyes were dark with desire as she reluctantly pulled away. "Let's go. I need to be fucked so badly." Veronica's body had gone into overdrive when she saw him up close after the funeral, but now that she had actually tasted him, her body was on fire. 

She knew that part of it was the fact that she was grieving and wanted to know for a fact that she was alive. But she also had to admit to herself that she thought Mike was a hunk and the thought of him fucking her turned her on something fierce.

Mike drove them to his apartment and they ran up the stairs holding hands and giggling like two teenagers out on their first date

. As soon as they were inside, with the door closed, he pulled her back into his arms, molding her body tightly against his own. His cock rose harder in his suit pants as she pressed her crotch tightly against his.

Keeping his mouth locked on hers, Mike lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her gently down on the bed, and then covered her body with his own. 

They continued to kiss as he moved his hands roughly over her body. His hands dug into her tender flesh making her whimper in desire. "Oh god Mike, please." She begged pulling her mouth from his.

Mike moved his mouth to her neck, nipping at the skin as he let his hand drift down her body. He slid his hand under her dress and up to the crotch of her panties. They were soaked with her juices. He groaned against her neck as he let his fingers drift over her. "Oh god, you are so wet." He slid his finger under the leg of her panties, touching her bare pussy.

"Ugh, yes, touch me," She begged pushing up with her hips as his fingers explored her flesh. 

He let his finger brush against her clit and heard Veronica whimper in desire. He could feel the little nub throbbing against his hand.

Growling, Mike pulled away from her. Veronica was panting like crazy while she wiggled around on the bed. He sat on his ankles watching her for a minute before he grabbed at the dress. "How do I get this damn thing off?" he growled.

Veronica smiled. Sitting up, she pulled it out from under her then pulled the dress over her head. Then while he watched, she undid her bra, throwing it on the floor beside the bed before she lay back down.

Mike quickly shed his own clothes; his 8 inch cock was pulsing furiously and pressed against his stomach. When he was naked, he covered her body with his own again, claiming her mouth in a soul searching kiss while his hands roamed over her.

Veronica could feel him throbbing against her leg, as Mike's mouth moved down to her breast; she reached down and wrapped her hand around his hard shaft. She slowly stroked him as she repeatedly squeezed and loosened her hand around him.

"Oh fuck, yea, your hand feels so good honey." Mike groaned pushing his hips against her hand as he lowered his mouth to her breast. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently on it.

"Agh..." Veronica cried as pleasure flew through her body. Her pussy was pulsing with need but she ignored it. She continued to slowly jack his cock as she pressed her breast closer to his face.

Mike humped his cock against her hand as he sucked hard at her nipple. His tongue moved over it tenderly making her cry out in pleasure. He let his hand move down her body then slide inside the waist band of her panties. 

Veronica held her body still as his hand explored her. She whimpered when he spread her pussy lips open then shrieked when his finger brushed over her clit. "Oh fuck, yessssssss." She hissed bucking up with her hips.

Mike chuckled as he moved his mouth over to her other breast. He ran his tongue lovingly over her nipple, as his hand moved lower. When he came to her slit, he slowly slid two fingers inside her and moved them in and out. 

"Oh Mike. Oh fuck." Veronica cried closing her eyes as she jerked harder at his cock. "Fuck that feels so good."

Mike sucked hard at her breast while his hand slammed ruthlessly in her pussy. Veronica was crying as she humped her pussy against his flying hand. When he let his thumb move roughly over her clit, she screamed in pleasure as her climax washed over her. "Fuck...I'm cummminnnggg..."

Mike kept his hand moving hard in her panties as he lifted his head to look at her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in a silent scream as her body convulsed. 

When she started to cum down, he pulled his hand out and brought his fingers to his lips. "Mmmmmm...You taste good." He smiled sucking on his fingers.

Veronica smiled at him through lowered eyes as she pulled at him. "I want to taste you." 

Mike moved up on his knees until his cock was just inches from her mouth. Veronica opened her mouth wide and let his cock slip between her full lips. Mike closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt her mouth enclose around him. "Oh yea baby, suck that sweet cock." He ran his fingers through her hair lovingly as she sucked on him.

Veronica sucked at the tip then slowly let her mouth move down over him. Mike let out a strangled cry as he bucked forward with his hips. 

She took him further in her mouth while she whipped her tongue over him. When she felt him pressing against the entrance to her throat, she relaxed her muscles and let his cock slide down. 

Mike groaned as he felt her throat massage him. "Oh baby, yes." He groaned slowly fucking her face.

Veronica let him fuck her face as she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hard flesh in her mouth. Mike enjoyed her mouth on him but he wanted to taste her to. The sample he had gotten off his fingers had only whetted his mouth for more. "Wait a minute honey." He said huskily as he pulled out of her mouth. 

She watched him curiously then smiled as he reached down and started to slide her panties down her slender legs. "Mmmmm...I was hoping you would do that." She purred as she kicked off her panties then spread her legs wide for him to see. 

Mike grinned at her as he lay down on his side facing her, he pulled her over onto her side so she was facing him then pulled her mouth back towards him until he felt his hard shaft slide back into her mouth.

He moaned as she sucked at him for a minute then he lifted her upper leg over him as he moved towards her wet snatch. He spread her open then dipped his tongue in taking a long taste. He felt her shiver around him as she moaned against his cock. He flicked his tongue lightly over her clit and heard her cry out against him as she bucked her body towards him.

He grabbed her ass, holding her tightly against his face as he worked his tongue roughly over her clit. "Mike, agh, oh yes, eat me." She shrieked pulling her mouth off of him temporarily. She engulfed him back into her mouth sucking greedily as her mouth bobbed forcefully over him while she shoved her pussy tighter against his face.

Mike had a hard time concentrating on eating her out because she was working his cock so well that pleasure just coursed through his body. He took her clit between his lips sucking hard on it as he drove 3 fingers into her wet hole.

Veronica cried and screamed against him as she humped her body. She felt her orgasm wash over her once again and had to pull her mouth away to let him know. "I'm cummmminnnnnnggggg again." She screamed as her body tightened around him.

Mike growled against her as he pulled his fingers from her spasming pussy and slid his tongue deep inside her. Veronica whimpered when she felt his tongue. "Oh fuck, yessssssss, tongue me baby." She cried hoarsely as she rapidly ran her hand over him. "Mike, baby, please, I need you inside me."

Mike lifted his head and looked into her eyes. They were dark and glazed over with need. His cock pulsed hard in her hand and he knew he needed to be inside her. Reluctantly he pulled out of her grip and moved over to the nightstand. He pulled out a condom and ripped it open with his teeth, before he slid it down over his hard cock while she moved over onto her hands and knees. 

He let his hand drift down over her back as he moved in behind her. He pushed her legs a bit further apart until he was resting between them then rubbed his cock against her sopping pussy. 

"Oh yea, fuck me." She moaned resting her head down on her bent arms.

Mike rubbed his cock over her pussy for a minute then lined it up with her willing hole. Grasping her hips, he pushed forward with his hips slowly sliding into her until he buried himself deep within her. 

Both of them moaned loudly as he entered her body. Mike pushed forward until he was buried completely then slowly pulled back out. He could feel veronica's body pulling at him as if to keep him inside. When he was out to the head, he forced his hips forward slamming back into her body.

"Oooooohhhhh..." She cried pushing back against him as he slid smoothly inside her. "Oh yes, so good. Fuck me baby, fuck me good with that hard shaft between your legs." When he leaned over her back, and grasped her tits in his hands, she turned her head to meet his kiss.

Mike kissed her deeply as he thrust his hips slicing his cock deep in and out of her body. It didn't take long for him to set up a basic rhythm that had both of them moaning like crazy against each others mouths. 

He pumped his hips forward when she pushed back against him then pulled back when she did. His hands mauled her breasts roughly while he fucked her from behind.

Veronica pulled her lips from his as she wiggled her butt against him. "Fuck me harder baby, I need to cum so bad."

Mike moved his lips to her neck as he tore his cock deep into her body making her squeal with pleasure. His cock slammed hard into her and Veronica met him thrust for thrust. "Fuck me." She cried as she felt her orgasm rising. "Fuck me, I'm going to cum.

Mike pounded her even harder, his balls slapped forcefully against her as his cock flew inside her like a tornado in a trailer park His panting breath was even with her ear as he whispered words in her ear that turned her on even more. 

Her body shivered with pleasure as he told her how good she felt wrapped around him and how he loved fucking her hot snatch. It wasn't long before he felt her body tighten around him as she found her release. "Fuck meeeeeeeee...I'm cummminnnggg..."

Mike released her tits and grabbed her hips, pulling her violently against him as he searched for his own release. As he felt her tighten around him, he let a loud howl escape his lips as he filled the condom while holding himself buried to the hilt inside her.

Afterwards, he collapsed against her, knocking them both down against the bed. Veronica grunted as the breath was knocked from her when she fell and felt his body collapse against hers. She breathed heavily for a minute then smiled as she turned her head to look at him. 

He kissed her on the neck as he let his softening cock rest just inside her pussy. "Feel better baby?"

"Mmmmm...Oh yea." She replied wiggling her butt against him. "You sure know how to make a girl feel alive."

Mike chuckled as he pulled out of her completely and tied up the full condom before throwing it away. He laid down beside her and pulled her into his arms. Kissing her head, he ran his hand up and down over her back. "I really am sorry about your sister." 

She nodded against him as she kissed his chest. "Yea, I am to, but at least she isn't hurting anymore.

They laid like that for a few minutes, just holding each other before he looked at her again. "Are you hungry?"

She lifted her eyes, there was a twinkle in them and a seductive smile on her face. "Are you talking about food or you?"

Mike laughed as he pulled her over on top of him. "Food now, me later."

Mike made love to her four more times before he finally took her back to get her car. After exchanging phone numbers, he kissed her one more time then watched her walk to her car. He had a feeling he would be seeing plenty of Ms. Veronica.

THE END 



The Funeral



 ( author's note. A special thanks to volunteer editor Sammy who cleaned things up for me.) 


When I got the call that she had passed away, I knew I had to attend the funeral. 

The service was finished, the burial over and like sheep, we all flocked to the room that the family had reserved in the town's only hotel. She stood across the room with her brother and his two children. I casually watched her talking with her nephews. I wondered where her sister was. Like me, she had moved away years ago. I had thought about this moment for a long time and still had not decided what to say. Twenty years is a long time, and these were not the best circumstances for a reunion. I walked around saying "hi" to people I had known so long ago. 

I was still wondering how to approach her when a voice behind me said, "Just go and talk to her, it will be all right." 

Without even glancing at her, I replied, "Hello, Elizabeth." 

As usual, Elizabeth had me figured out. Even after 20 years this little girl could read my mind. I turned to look at her and was about to say something smart but I was dumb-struck. Elizabeth was no longer that 17 year old younger sister of my first ever love. Standing in her place was a beautiful blond-haired woman with deep blue eyes and perfect teeth. 

"Cat got your tongue?" she said to me.

I couldn't help but look her over my eyes drinking in the beautiful face, tits that could stop a truck and a lithe swimmer or runners body. 

"Obviously I made a big mistake kicking you out of my car," I said. "You look amazing"

"Why thank you," she said with a smile. "I was wondering if you remembered that."

"Remember it? How could I ever forget it? I think about it all the time. Depending on my mood it was either the smartest thing I have ever done or the stupidest." 

She laughed and said, "Well, I'm glad to have left a lasting impression." 

I couldn't help but admire her. Not only was she gorgeous, but she was very confident and I was impressed. Thinking back, I remembered that I always liked her. The girl had spunk. Smiling I reached out and took her hand and said, "Come on, I need help with the ice queen." A hint of disappointment crossed her face but she quickly put it behind her and broke out in a smile. 

"This should be interesting, let's go." 

So, the great reunion meeting started. At first it was very polite and everything seemed like it was going along fine. It wasn't long before we fell into old patterns. Elizabeth and I were verbally sparring with each other while Kathy looked on slightly disapprovingly. Elizabeth and I were clearly enjoying each other's company. 

Finally, Kathy said to Elizabeth, "Don't you think you should tone it down a bit, after all this is mother's funeral." 

Never one to miss an opportunity I added, "Yeah, show a little respect...bitch." The boys laughed. 

Once again Kathy gave me a dirty look and Elizabeth just smiled. We continued to talk about the town and the old days. It wasn't long before I realized that the ice queen and I didn't click at all and I wondered why I had been pining for this girl for so long. At one point, I casually stepped back and looked at her ass to see if I could see the corn cob that must be lodged up there. She hadn't had a kind thing to say about anyone during the whole conversation. Finally, Kathy excused herself and went off seeking more stimulating conversation. I thanked Elizabeth for her help and told her again how beautiful she had become. I headed off to the bar in search of some aiming fluid. I was truly confused now. The times that I wondered what would happen when we met, the number of times I had planned out the conversation and it was over just like that. 

Elizabeth seemed to know I needed some space and wandered off as well. As I watched her walk away, I remembered the last time I saw her. I had just turned 19. Kathy dumped me. It was devastating; I had been in love with her since I was 12. I took solace in the party crowd and decided to drink away my broken heart. It was a Friday night at yet another house party. I was drinking but not yet drunk when Elizabeth came up and grabbed me. She dragged me out onto the deck and we danced for about four songs before a slow song came along. 

Her body molded into mine as we danced together and my hands seemed to have a mind of their own. It wasn't until she kissed me that I realized she was drunk. She never said a word but took my hand and led me off into the darkness. She pushed me backwards until I came up against a tree and we kissed. At first our kisses were slow and sensual, and then as they became more heated I started to feel her tits through her shirt. She responded by pushing me back and then pulling her shirt up over head and removing it completely. We started kissing again, this time with me trying to remover her bra. I unclasped her bra and looked in wonder at her breasts. They were much nicer than her sister's. It must have been the thought of her sister, but I realized that what we were doing was wrong. I stopped. Elizabeth tried to get us restarted but I held her arms and kept her at arms length.

"This is wrong. We can't do this," I turned and left heading for my car. She caught up with me and got in the passenger side. Her shirt was back on but she was braless. I couldn't help but notice her nipples standing at attention. I was uncomfortable about the whole situation and I vowed to keep control of my emotions. Nothing would please me more to bang that perfect body but nothing good could possibly come from it. So we talked a real ho nest and down to earth talk. She told me that she was glad her sister had dumped me and one day I would realize how lucky I was not to get stuck with her sister the 'ice queen". We talked for hours; she told me that she had had a crush on me for a long time and knew that her sister was not the girl for me. I told her she was crazy. We ended up kissing again for a while and cuddling up in the car but I refused to let things progress from there. Finally in the wee hours of the morning, I drove her home. As she was about to get out of the car she leaned over and kissed me again. We could both see her mother looking out the window.

"I am not sorry that this happened, and I don't care who knows either. One day you will see."

I left town the next day and never saw either the ice queen or her sister again. At least until today. My head was swimming, I felt confused and all alone in the world. I decided to get some fresh air. I left the bar and went to my room on the 3rd floor. I wanted to get out of my suit and take a walk around town before dinner. I got as far as the bathroom. The thought of a hot shower after standing around all day was too much to resist. The walk could wait. The steam was billowing out of the shower and my hair was covered in shampoo when I noticed the air change in the room. Someone had opened the bathroom door. I stopped and was about to call out when the shower=2 0curtain opened and a very naked Elizabeth stepped into the shower. 

"Unless you think I am a lobster do you think we could turn the temperature down a bit?"

I think I was in shock. I couldn't speak; all I could do was look at her.

"John, if you don't kiss me right now I am going to scream." My brain had finally jump started and I replied 

"Where exactly would you like to be kissed?" 

"Everywhere, but I think you should start right here as she touched her lips to mine." We kissed. It took our mouths and tongues seconds to get reacquainted. Twenty years melted away in twenty seconds and once again our bodies blended together like they were meant for each other. Never breaking contact with her lips I started to rub her clit with my index finger until I had one finger inside her. I drew long strokes with my finger starting high up on the inside wall where the g spot is and finishing the stroke on the hood of her clit. She was becoming more aroused and I dropped to me knees so I could lick her. By now I had two fingers inside her and I was finger fucking her while I used my tongue to focus on her clit. She shuttered, gasped and grabbed my hair as she started to grind her pussy against my mouth. Finally she yelped out a little scream and came. Still holding my hair she pulled me up and started kissing me again. She grabbed my cock pulling me towards her as she ar ched her back toward the wall. All foreplay was put aside for now as I entered her and went a deep as I could. The position proved more awkward than we thought so we exchanged positions and I arched my back to the wall as she turned around and I entered her from behind. The vein on the lower side of my penis was afire with pleasure as I slowly went in and out trying to use as much shaft as I could. I was doing everything I could think of trying not to cum too quickly but I was fighting a losing battle. I felt her vaginal muscles contracting and I knew I was about to loose control. I sped up and was pounding her as fast as I could and I could feel she was going over the edge. I was grunting and she was panting as we both came. I came so hard I started to get dizzy. Breathlessly we stood under the hot water and held each other until our breathing came back to normal. 

The two of us were drying off when the thought came to me. "How did you know where I was and how did you get into my room?"



The Funeral



This is a fictional story of lust between a father and his college aged daughter. If this offends you, do not read any further!

All feedback is welcome!

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Hi, my name is Charlie, short for Charlene. I am 19 years old, with long brown hair, big brown eyes, and a decent body. I don't have giant melons, or the playboy pinup type of body, but it serves me well. My dad, on the other hand, is a total hunk. He is 37 years old, and owns a construction business, which keeps his body in prime shape. All of my girlfriends drool over him, and act like nincompoops in his presence. Sometimes it is irritating, but then again, I do the same thing when around him!

My folks had separated six months earlier, having only stayed together until I went off to college. I don't know how they thought that would make life easier on me, for their arguing and bickering at each other had made most of my teenage years' miserable. I'd much rather they had split than listen to the arguing all the time!

Anyhow, my grandmother passed away, and mom, who was busy starting her new single life, elected not to go to the funeral, saying that it would only be hypocritical of her, for they'd never gotten along- why go to her funeral? 

So Daddy and I went. We chose to stay in a hotel, rather than crowd in with all of his siblings and their families, not to mention one less thing for grandpa to stress about. I liked that idea. However, there was some convention going on, and they only had one room available. We took it gratefully, lugging our bags to the elevator and down the long hall to the very end room. 

The first thing I did after dumping my bag, was notice that there was only one king size bed. Great! Just lovely, there wasn't a sofa- only two smallish swivel chairs that were not big enough to push together. "It looks like we're shacking up, Dad." 

Dad's face flushed, but he gave a little grin and said, "We'll just have to make the best of it, Pumpkin."

He set his back on the fold out rack, and then placed mine on the far end of the long counter to the sink. He called out that we were due for dinner at some restaurant in an hour- did I want to shower first?

"No Dad, you go ahead. I'm going to unpack and get my stuff straight. We're going to be here two weeks, might as well get organized.

He came up to me, and put his arms around me. "How did I get blessed with such a sensible daughter?" 

He kissed my forehead, and hugged me. I hugged him back tight, our bodies molding together tightly. His hands roamed my back gently, and for some reason, I groaned. His hands stilled, and mine rubbed along his back, feeling the strong muscles that only years of hard physical labor can achieve. Slowly, his hands began caressing my back again, but this time they went lower- almost cupping my ass. 

I was slightly confused. What exactly were we doing? I realized at that moment, that my pussy was beginning to dampen, and if I was not mistaken, my fathers cock was hardening! I pulled back slightly, looking up at my dad. 

"Dad?" I whispered. Our midsections fused together even tighter, and it became very clear that my dads cock was indeed rock hard!

"Sorry baby. That hug just felt good." He pulled away, and I could see a huge bulge in his slacks. Then I was alone. I stood there for a moment, until I noticed that the bathroom door was ajar. I moved closer, and I could see my dad stripping his clothes off. The water was warming up, and the small room beginning to steam. With the door ajar, the steam was able to escape, and I had a clear view of Dad in the mirror. Off came the shirt, and what a gorgeous chest he has! I'd seen it millions of times, but now I was looking at his chest as a woman does a man. It was hairy, but not too hairy, with a fuzzy line leading down to his belly button. I watched, mesmerized while his strong hands undid the button, then the zipper of his slacks. 

His cock flopped out, and I about swooned. It was perfect! I'd say it was a respectable 7 inches- perhaps 7 ½. It was the girth that had me creaming in my panties. His cock was enormously thick! My boyfriend had a thick cock, but nothing compared to my daddy! I ached to have it inside me, and I knew then and there, that sometime in the next two weeks, I would!

Daddy set out his shaving gear, and began to shave his face. I watched as the razor scraped across his cheek, and over his chin. He made quick work of it, and when he was done, he squirted a handful of cream in his palm. I was curious now. I'd never seen anyone get more cream when done with their shaving. I didn't have to be curious long. 

Dads hand traveled down to his cock, and began smearing the cream all over his raging hard on. At first I thought he was going to shave his nether regions, but it soon became evident, that he was using the shaving cream as lube to stroke his cock! 

I felt a bubble of girlie juice escape my pussy lips at the sight of my dad jacking off. My hand began caressing my sensitive lips through the thin shorts I was wearing. Slowly teasing in circles, I watched my dads' fist pump his cock in long, slow strokes. He worked it from the base to head, giving a twist, then back down. 

Gradually he picked up speed, and in response, I plunged my hand into my shorts and began to seriously finger my sloppy, wet pussy. My nub was so hard it was throbbing! I plunged my fingers in and out of my pussy, working it furiously. I moaned, and daddy stopped stroking for a moment. Soon though, his hand began moving again, having assured himself that he heard nothing.

As daddy's hand flew up and down his cock, I imagined how it would feel in my tight little pussy. The shaving cream on dads cock was all but gone, and I could see his cock in all of its glory again. It was swollen and the head was purplish in color. The veins on the sides were bulging and popped out. I just knew that those veins would give added pleasure inside of me. 

Dads' strokes became short and quick. He was close. My fingers began circling my clit faster, wanting to cum with him. Cum Daddy, I thought. Cum for me, daddy! As if he heard me, my dad turned towards the door, stroking his cock and pushing his hips towards me in humping motions. 

I gripped the edge of the counter with one hand to steady myself, and as I began to cum, I bit my lip to not cry out. Dad on the other hand, unaware that I was watching, began calling my name!

"Charlie, I'm cumming baby. Swallow daddy's cum baby!" he said through gritted teeth. "Here it comes!" 

Thick white ropes of cum spurted forth from his fat cock, arching high and sailing far. Wishing I were the door, so that I might taste his cum, I let loose my own orgasm. I felt my pussy gush its slick liquid all over my fingers. I opened my eyes quickly, seeing my dad squeeze the last couple of ropes of cum from his still hard cock.

Dad pulled the shower curtain open and stepped into the shower. On wobbly legs, I made my way over to the bed and sat down hard. Going over the past few minutes in my head, made me horny all over again, and I lay back on the bed, my fingers buried in my pussy again. 

As I fingered my still tender pussy again, I replayed that scene over and over, going in slow motion as I watched daddy's cock spurt its glorious load. I imagined him standing over me, stroking that beautiful, thick cock in my face-his cum landing on my tits, face and hair. 

I pulled my shorts off, spreading my legs wide as I frigged my pussy. I ran my finger around my clit in circles, teasing the clit into full erection. Then with two fingers, I jacked it up and down. My huge clit began to throb, and I wished Daddy were here to suck on it. 

Soon, I thought, as my fingers did the work I wanted dad to do. I dipped my fingers into my wet hole, pumping fast and hard, then back to my clit. My eyes closed in ecstasy; I imagined that thick cock pumping my pussy fast and hard. I could feel my second orgasm building quickly. I pumped my hips into my fingers, calling out for my daddy to fuck me harder- faster! As I fell off the edge into my orgasm, I sat almost upright as it hit me. My eyes flew open- only to see my dad standing there rubbing his cock. 

"Please, daddy, come fuck me." I said; my legs splayed wide open. He could see my clit, which was still throbbing. "I want that thick cock deep inside me, daddy. I need it!"

I don't know if it was loneliness, or if he understood the desperation in my voice, but within seconds, my dad was between my legs, burying his massively thick cock in my sweet pussy.

I couldn't believe how much his cock stretched me! I felt the head penetrate my vaginal opening, and from then on, it was an inch by inch ordeal; until he was buried inside of me. I wrapped my legs around him, and pulled him close. "Oh yes, Daddy!"

He began pumping into me, his cock hitting bottom with each thrust. Mercilessly, he pounded my pussy, shifting and grinding his pelvis into me. I bucked up against him, matching his thrusts with perfect timing.

"Oh, God Daddy, you feel so amazing inside of me." I murmured, my lips kissing, licking and sucking on all available flesh.

His mouth found my neck, and began doing the same, until his mouth found mine. Our first adult kiss was wild and explosive, as his cock brought me to my third orgasm in thirty minutes. His hands explored my breasts, squeezing and caressing them gently. I begged for him to do it harder. His fingers pinched my hardened nipples, tweaking them almost to the point of pain, but not quite so hard that I couldn't tolerate it. 

"Oh, yes! That's it daddy," I panted as he pulled my ass to the edge of the bed and raised my feet to his shoulders. His cock slid deeper into my canal, and it made me a little bit uncomfortable, as he hit bottom. "Oh my God, fuck me, fuck me daddy!" 

"Charlie, I'm going to cum baby. Where do you want it?" Sweat dripped off his brow, slid down his nose, and hit me between my breasts. His breath was labored, and I could feel all of his muscles bunching in preparation of his orgasm.

"Inside me, Dad, I want you to fill my pussy with your cum!" I panted, my own orgasm rushing upon me. I felt my abdomen tighten, and my vaginal muscles clamp down on his cock. "I'm going to cum with you dad, Ohhh- oh, now!!!" 

He plunged into me faster and faster until my mind went blank, and I was incapable of uttering another word. With a long wail, I released my floodgates and drenched my dads cock with my juices. The spasms of my pussy milking his cock did the trick, and with one last thrust inside me, dad growled my name, squeezed my tits hard, and shot his hot load deep within my womb. 

With the explosion between my legs, dads own legs gave out on him, and he slumped on top of me. He kissed my lips, my cheeks and made his way down my chest, sucking my nipples into his mouth. As his knees hit the floor, his body followed, and he kissed my messy pussy. His tongue found my slit, and licked it. 

I moaned, unbelieving that my own father would lick my pussy while it was filled with his spunk. But there he was, lapping away. My clit was ultra sensitive after our orgasms, and I almost couldn't take it. He softened his tongue, gently lapping at my labia until my clit could stand the contact again.

I propped my feet up on the edge of the bed, legs splayed wide apart for better access. As dads mouth worked my clit and lips, his fingers were inside of me, gently stroking my g-spot. As my hips began to show response, his stroking pressure increased, and soon I was clawing at the sheets, begging for release. 

Our juices began leaking from my gaping hole, and dad was there to lick them up. He let some drip between my butt cheeks, and with his other hand, began to tease my back door. I wasn't quite sure what to think of that, and I stiffened up as his finger penetrated my ass.

"Relax baby, daddy won't hurt you." I did as I was told, and to my surprise, after the initial pain of entry, it began to feel pretty damned good! He inserted another finger, and I could feel four fingers inside of me, two in each hole, while he mouth attacked my clitoris. All of these sensations at once had me scrambling for sanity, but it eluded me. My body exploded and I think I actually saw stars!

Before I could guess what was next, I was returning my fathers' kisses and I could feel his hard cock exploring down below. He gripped his cock in his large hand and began to stroke the head from clit to ass. I moaned in pleasure, and daddy took that as his cue to slide the head of his monster into my tight little bud of an asshole. His mouth covered mine in time to muffle my scream, and soon his kiss had me forgetting that his cock was in my ass.

Deeper and deeper, he fed his cock into my tight chute. His hands and mouth were all over my upper half; kissing me, sucking my nipples and biting lightly on my neck. I couldn't control the moaning. I know at one point I begged him to fuck me harder. 

Dad leaned back from me to watch his cock sliding in and out of my ass. I could look up and see us in the mirrored ceiling! I hadn't noticed those before I was so caught up in our passion. 

"Damn Charlie, you're so beautiful. I can't believe I'm fucking your sweet little ass." He panted as his cock bottomed out in my butt. His fingers found my clit again, and he slid his middle finger and ring finger deep inside my pussy. His thumb began to slide over my clit, back and forth. "I want you to cum for daddy, Charlie, cum all over my fingers."

His fingers curled inside of me, magically hitting my G-spot again, and within seconds, I was doing exactly what he'd ordered. I came like a freight train, wailing in my pleasure. I flooded his fingers, my juices dripping down to my ass and coating his cock. His thickness began sliding in and out easier, and faster. My spasms milked his cock for one final load, and as he came, he pulled out and shot his load on my belly. 

His cum shot from his cock like a canon blasting, and the first rope hit me square between the eyes. The next shot between my medium sized breasts. The third, fourth and fifth shots coated my belly, and his final shots squeezed out on my clit to be rubbed in with the head of his cock. I rubbed his cum from my face and tasted it. I couldn't believe how delicious it was- nothing like my boyfriends, which was sour and salty!

"Dad," I panted, 'that was amazing!"

As he fought for breath, he smiled. "Yes, it was. God I've wanted that for the longest time!'

"You have? But-?" Puzzled, I looked at him, waiting for clarification that didn't come.

Dad sighed. "Charlie, we're late for dinner, but I promise, I'll explain later tonight, okay?" 

I nodded, and got up to take a shower. I hoped that this wasn't a one time thing, and with the promise of those few words, somehow, I knew that what happened tonight wouldn't be the last time.

Dad had done as promised, and explained to me, that part of the problem between him and mom had been me. She sensed his attraction to me, and harped on it, even though daddy had done nothing out of line. Just the fact that she caught him jacking off to pictures of me found on the computer was enough to erode her trust in him, and to make her avoid a sexual relationship with him. This had gone on for well over a year, in which he had moved into my room, while I was away from college. 

Ensconced in my room, with my things, my scent, he had become even more infatuated with me. He would jack off into my panties, while smelling my scent on a pair of dirty ones. My desktop computer, which I'd left at home when going to college with the new laptop he'd bought me, supplied him with thousands of naked pictures of me. I groaned as I recalled my times with my high school boyfriend, which we'd captured with the camera and the webcam. The solo shows I'd made for my boyfriend, my father had watched over and over on a daily basis. 

The ultimate deception, he had created an account that portrayed him as a young man, and contacted me on messenger. Joey-zee, who I have had dozens of intense cam sessions with, was none other than my adoring father! When mom left, he'd moved my computer into their room, and I never recognized the room, for she'd taken all of the furniture. The more manly stuff suited him better anyways, I thought.

"So you see," he finished with, "I have wanted you for such a long time. I hope you are not disgusted with me honey?"

"Oh Daddy, it makes me love you so much more, that you want me like I want you! All those nights of wishing I had that cock in me, and now I do! What could be better?" I asked, throwing my arms around his sexy neck and kissing him. 

"We have two more nights before we have to go to grandpa's to help clear out grandma's stuff. How do you propose we spend that time?" I asked innocently. His growl as his hands slid up my naked ribcage was answer enough.



The Funeral



She stood outside the funeral home and told herself this was a mistake. She had been having this dialogue with herself since the day she saw the obituary in the paper. It's not like she read those on a regular basis, in fact, she avoided this section of the paper like the plague because she found it morbid and creepy, but she was reading an article that had "continued on page" with her morning coffee and she turned to the wrong page by accident. That was when she saw it, the picture of the man she'd been having an affair with for the last ten years. It stopped her in her tracks. She read that he had died from "natural causes" on the last day she had seen him.

She was wearing a simple black dress, stockings, heels, and the necklace he gave her for her birthday. People quietly shuffled in; many were crying; everyone was wearing black or dark colors. She slipped in with a large group and worked her way into the building. When she reached the sign in book, she decided to use the pseudo name he had given her so many years ago, Polly Adler. She never understood why he liked this name but figured he had a reason so she never questioned it. Polly moved around the room quietly, when she saw the widow. She was easily recognizable, not by the crowd of mourners surrounding her, but by the detailed description he had given her so many times before. Afraid she might offend or upset her, Polly slipped into what she thought was a restroom, and closed the door behind her.

To her shock, it wasn't the restroom, but the viewing room. Polly thought it was odd the door had been closed, but assumed it was to not upset the widow. She walked up and saw the open casket, and her former lover lying there. She checked to make sure she was alone, then reached down, touched his hair the way she would when they made love. When she touched his cheek, she pulled her hand away from the cold body.

"Wow," she whispered to herself. "You really are dead now aren't you?"

She remembered how they met, and how silly she would have thought it sounded if anyone else would have told her the same story. She had just gotten out of a verbally abusive relationship that all but destroyed her self-esteem, and went into, of all places, an adult only chat room that was mostly people looking for cybersex, and hoping for real life hook-ups. She created the screen name "SexyNymph" even though she never felt sexy, or saw herself as a nymph. She did this so she could explore her darker side, and maybe exorcize some of her demons. The problem was, most of the men on there (if they were men) were rather mean and abusive. Then he sent her a private message under the screen name "Seasoned_Lover". He liked her name, and started some online play where he'd call her "Polly." They would type out some really erotic and kinky scenes. Soon, their chats evolved from just sex to other topics, and they discovered they lived in the same city. After several months of chatting, they agreed to meet in a local Starbucks for coffee. Each figured it would be safer, and if they discovered they didn't like the real person behind the keyboard, then they would go their separate ways.

He was easily thirty years her senior, with salt and pepper hair, soft brown eyes, and a gentle smile. She was a petite blond with blue eyes and a curvy figure. They sat and drank coffee for several hours, and ended their day with them in a no-tell motel, making love. Over the next ten years, they would meet here and there, different no-tell motels, and eventually she took him to her home. They never had a set schedule for when they would meet up to reduce the chance they would be caught by his wife. Toward the end of their run, their encounters would involve less sex, and more conversation. He shared with her how his wife had been ill, and after a nasty bout with cancer, she was no longer able to engage in any sexual activity with him. He made it clear that he wouldn't leave her, but after five years, he gave into his desires, and hence, took Polly on as his lover and mistress. She had no desire to get married and this relationship more than met her needs sexually, but also helped to rebuild her self-esteem.

She leaned over and gently kissed his cold forehead and whispered, "Farewell my love. Thank you for everything."

As she stood up she heard, "How did you know my husband?"

Polly spun around and there, standing before her, was his widow. She wanted to cry and confess her sins, but instead she stood tall and said, "We used to work together."

"You know he retired ten years ago."

"Yeah, he retired after my first year, but he was my mentor."

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry; I didn't catch your name."

"Polly. Polly Adler."

"I'm Kathy," she said extending her hand and smiling.

Polly shook her hand and said, "It's nice to meet you. He talked about you all the time."

Polly's statement was true; he did talk about Kathy all the time. Often, he'd vent his frustrations, but Polly remembered when Kathy got sick, and he nearly ended their affair. He would e-mail her updates of Kathy's progress. She even remembered the day the doctor announced she had fully recovered, as he was at her home that night and they made love for hours.

"So Polly, I'm really glad you were able to come by. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances."

"Me too," she said, wondering what she knew.

"Polly, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure."

"Sit down, please."

Polly sat in an empty chair and Kathy sat next to her. "Is something wrong?"

"Polly, I want to tell you a story, a love story that I think you'll enjoy hearing. I met my husband when we were children. We grew up together just a few doors down from each other, went to school together, and fell in love. Back then, when you said, 'I do,' you meant it. Divorce wasn't a word you heard ever, unless the wife had to run from a physically abusive man. I was lucky, as he was gentle and loving. We had four beautiful children and until about fifteen years ago, we were passionate lovers. Then, I was diagnosed with cancer, and before it was over, I had lost my uterus and had a full-blown hysterectomy that left me unable to engage in any sexual activity without extreme pain. I begged him to find a lover outside of the marriage but he refused. Slowly, over about five years, he began to pull away from me."

"Weren't you afraid he'd leave you?" asked Polly.

"No child," she said with a slight laugh. "I knew he meant it when he said 'till death do us part' and he was just angry and hurt. Then, about ten years ago, give or take a year, he started to change, he started to smile again, and started to act like my husband again. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he'd found a lover."

"Weren't you angry?"

"No," she said smiling and shook her head. "I had told him to find one, and he had finally done it. She must have been good for him to because suddenly, he started doing things he'd never done before."

"Like what?"

"One day he came home with a dozen roses for me."

Polly remembered the day they passed a flower shop on their way to the no-tell motel. They had been together for about two years and she said, "You should buy your wife some flowers."

"Why?" he asked. "It's not her birthday or our anniversary."

"I know," Polly said, "but it would make her smile. Women like it when men do little things for them for no reason, other than they love them."

"Maybe," he said. Polly was happy to learn he did.

"Then he made me dinner," said Kathy. "Nearly burned the house down, but the effort was there."

Polly bit her lip. They had been watching the Cooking channel after they had made love and she had said she would love it if a man made her dinner. Now she knew he tried, and failed miserably. "How bad was the damage?"

"Not bad," she said. "I was so taken by his effort that I couldn't be angry with him. We ended up having pizza that night, and he helped me clean the kitchen and the rest of the house. Now where I was going with this, oh yes, it was this woman, at least I hope it was a woman, saved my marriage."

"Excuse me?" Polly asked confused.

"He was so angry for so long after my cancer. Not at me mind you, but at the situation. I loved making love with him, and how we'd lay in bed and talk for hours after. Then all that stopped. No more love making, no more talks, nothing. I could feel him pulling away. He was putting distance between us because he was so angry and didn't want to take it out on me. Then, slowly, he started to come back. Sure, we weren't making love any more, but we were talking again. Suddenly we had conversations in our bed that would last so long we'd see the sunrise again. We laughed, we cried, we were newlyweds without the sex. He wasn't cheating on me as much as he was taking care of himself."

"Did he tell you about this mistress?"

"No, he never did. But I knew. A wife always knows. That's why I put his picture in the paper with the obituary, so if by chance she saw it, she might come. I mean, for all I knew, he had lied to her about his name."

"Wait," said Polly, "you wanted his mistress to come today?"

"Yes," said Kathy. "I wanted to thank her for giving me the best ten years of my life. For making my husband smile again, and making him happy again. I wanted to tell her that I don't think she's a whore, but a lifesaver."

"So why are you telling me this?" asked Polly.

"I thought maybe you might be her, as you were the only person I didn't recognize. I saw you come in and slip in here as if you were avoiding me. If you are, don't tell me, but you look like the type of woman he'd be attracted to. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other guests I must tend to. You're welcome to stay Polly, if that's your name, but you must know, Polly Adler was a famous prostitute and madam from New York. You don't spend your life with a history buff and not learn a thing or two."

Kathy rose and stepped out of the room. A few minutes later, the doors opened and people shuffled in. Polly just sat for several minutes processing what she had just heard, then stood up, walked to the casket one last time, kissed her fingers, pressed them to his lips, and quietly left. She stopped by the sign-in book, and turned it to the page she had signed in on to change her entry to her real name. To her surprise, she found an envelope with the name "Polly Adler" written on it. She grabbed the envelope, changed the entry, and left.

Another woman walked up to Kathy and asked, "Who was that woman?"

Kathy smiled and said, "She was my husband's best friend and mistress."

"What kind of whore comes to his funeral?" said the woman shocked.

"No," said Kathy. "She's anything but a whore. Her heart is as broken as mine is. She loved him enough to make him happy, even though she knew he'd never leave me. Besides, she gave me the greatest gift of all."

"What was that?"

"My husband. She gave me back the man I fell in love with."

Polly drove home and stared at the mysterious envelope for over an hour. She had changed into sweats and a t-shirt and debated if she should read the letter. Finally, she gave in to her curiosity, opened it, and read:

My Dearest "Polly"

If you are reading this, then I have died. I'm sure you're sad but please don't be. I wanted to thank you for reminding me to live. I didn't realize how angry I was at my wife, at the world, but mostly at myself until I met you. You helped me live again and you reminded me that just because we couldn't have "physical" sex, didn't mean I couldn't make my wife feel loved. You helped me realize that I was being a selfish jerk and blaming her for things that were anything but her fault. Promise me you'll move forward with your life and find a good man to love you as I did. Please also accept the enclosed gift, not as payment for your services, but as an old man's appreciation for giving me the best years of my life.

All my love,

Frank

Polly looked into the envelope and found a check, made out to her for one million dollars. This in itself was shocking, but what shocked her more, was the check was signed by his wife. She put the letter into the envelope, and stared at the check for an unknown amount of time. Her phone rang, startling her.

"Hello?"

"Did you read the letter?" It was Kathy, his wife.

"Yes."

"He asked me to give that to you the night he died. The original check was only for ten thousand, but I felt you more than earned the bonus. Please don't tear it up; use it to live your life. Just promise me one thing."

"What's that?"

"Don't sleep with anyone else's husband."

She heard a click, and the line went dead. Suddenly it hit her, the only man she had ever truly loved was dead, she was alone and rich; she needed to start over, but right now, all she could do, was cry.



The Funeral



The funeral home was probably the most depressing place Ethan had ever seen. He had never met Mr. Hansen, and seeing him laying dead in a coffin in the middle of the room was a little disturbing. The worst part, though, was that he didn't know anyone there. Mom was on the other side of the room, talking to a couple of older people, and Pam was with her. He was by himself in a room full of strangers. Why did he have to be there, anyway?

The room had two doorways. He was close to the one at the back. He inched toward it, then slipped out. That wasn't so hard.

In the hallway, he took a deep breath. Finally, he was free. It was like swimming to the surface from the deep end of the pool, after being down there for about an hour.

The hallway ran along the side of the room to the front of the funeral home, and the other adjoining rooms with other dead people in coffins and other somber families dressed in black. Ethan hesitated. That was really not the direction he wanted to go.

To his left, though, was a glass door that went outside. Just on the other side of that door was a garden with a brick patio, a wrought iron table and matching chairs, and a small wooden gazebo painted white. It wasn't as good as playing hockey with his friends, but it was a whole lot better than anywhere inside the funeral home. He opened the door and went out.

The glass door shut with a soft hiss. Ethan took a deep breath. It was quiet and peaceful on that small back patio, even though the parking lot that wrapped around behind the funeral home was just a few feet away on the other side of a low hedge.

Along the back wall of the funeral home was a wide, panoramic window that looked out onto the patio from the room where Mr. Hansen was laid out. Ethan pulled at the tie around his neck to loosen it a bit, and peeked around the edge of the window.

There was Mom, talking to another older couple. Pam was still with her, smiling and talking as if she had known those people all her life. Ethan shook his head. How did she do it? But then, she was always more outgoing, whereas he just wanted to keep to himself. She couldn't help but be outgoing when she looked as hot as she did in that slinky dress.

Again, the sight of her made his mouth water and his penis twitched in his pants. She looked hot in anything she wore, even plain jeans and a sweat shirt. However, he had been noticing Mom more and more. She looked incredible herself.

Inside the room, Mom laughed at something someone said. Ethan closed his eyes. In his pants, his penis throbbed. It was as hard as a rock and strained against the leg of his pants. Whenever he thought about the time she bought him those condoms and practically jerked him off in the car, he felt like he was going to explode. It was the way she was looking at him that made him weak. She had the most intense look of desire in her eyes that he could not ignore. But what was he supposed to do about it?

His hard penis throbbed in his pants again and he groaned. He looked down. He couldn't go back inside like that. His hard dick was stretching out the front of his pants, almost all the way down to his knee. What was he going to say when someone asked him about it? That he had a cucumber in his pocket?

He went up the few steps into the gazebo. It was off to the side and out of sight of the wide, panoramic window. Except for the view from the parking lot behind the funeral home, it was pretty private.

He rubbed his dick through his pants. If he could just jerk off real quick, then he'd have his mind off of Pam and the look of her hot ass in that dress. That would give him plenty of time to recharge if he got the chance to bang her for real later.

With his back to the entrance of the gazebo, he pulled down the zipper of his pants and reached in for his hard dick. There was a flower planter on the back side of the gazebo that looked like it wasn't getting enough sun. Maybe it could use some of his special, enriched fertilizer. He aimed his dick at the flowers and stroked his hand slowly back and forth on the shaft. His eyes closed again. He should have told Pam he was coming out here and ...

The back door to the funeral home opened and closed again with a soft hiss. Ethan jumped. He scrambled to get his dick back into his pants, hoping that whoever it was didn't notice what he was doing. He looked over his shoulder.

It was Mrs. Hansen. She had a cigarette in her mouth and was trying to get her lighter to work.

"God damn piece of shit," she said, and shook it fiercely.

Ethan came down the few steps of the gazebo, with one hand covering the front of his pants.

"Anything wrong?" he said.

Mrs. Hansen jumped.

"Not if you have a lighter that works."

"Afraid not," Ethan said, with a shrug.

Mrs. Hansen sighed and took the cigarette out of her mouth.

"Just as well. These things will probably kill me, anyway."

At the bottom of the steps to the gazebo, Ethan stopped, watching the wide, panoramic window. He had to be careful to stay out of view so Mom didn't see him out there.

"Uh, Mrs. Hansen? Shouldn't you be in there?" he said, and pointed to the window.

She glanced at the window and smiled at him.

"Oh, Ethan. You're so sweet. Come on over here. Let me tell you a little story."

She took his arm and led him over to the window, where they could see Mr. Hansen, in the casket. She slipped her arm through his and held him close.

"This day has been a mixed blessing for me. On the one hand, I'm going to miss my husband terribly. On the other hand, though, I'm glad the son of a bitch is gone."

Ethan shifted on his feet and cleared his throat. The tie around his neck was getting tighter again.

"That man, that miserable bastard, he was sleeping around like a good for nothing dog. And with my friends, too," Mrs. Hansen said.

Ethan cleared his throat.

"Well, uh, why didn't you leave him?" he said.

"Oh, don't think I didn't think about it. But I have to be honest with you, Ethan. It was his cock."

Ethan looked down at her. His face was burning, and his eyes were wide. She looked back at him and smiled.

"Does that embarrass you?" she said.

"A little."

"Artie had a nice cock."

She sighed and looked for a place to put her cigarette. Eventually, she just flicked it into the bushes.

"I used to love when he would fuck me. He had an honest eight inches. No man hit the spots inside me that he could."

Ethan just nodded. His face was still burning. He wasn't sure he should be listening to this.

"The last several years, though, we didn't have much sex. Our sex life was dead, as dead as, well, as Artie is now. But I still loved his beautiful cock, and I still sucked on it for him once in a while, mainly because I loved the feel of that big thing in my mouth. I'm going to miss that cock," she said.

Ethan shifted on his feet again. Mrs. Hansen was still holding him tight with her arm around his. In his pants, his hard cock was straining for release, and it had nowhere to go. It didn't help that he had to listen to Mrs. Hansen talk about sucking cock. She was a little older than Mom, and not bad looking, either.

Her eyes glanced down.

"Having a problem, dear?" she said.

"Hm? Oh, uh, no. I'm fine," Ethan said, and looked away.

She was smiling at him. Did she see the bulge in the front of his pants?

"Why is it, do you think, that some women refuse to give a man a blowjob?" Mrs. Hansen said.

Ethan looked at her and blinked. Did she really just ask him that question?

"Has that ever happened to you?"

Ethan blinked again. "I'm sorry?"

"Has that ever happened to you? Have you ever had a girl refuse to give you a blowjob? I can't imagine it has, a good looking young man like you."

"Uh, no. Not really," Ethan said.

His cock was as hard as a rock and throbbed in his pants. There was no way it was going to get soft now.

"Are you still seeing that girl? What was her name?" Mrs. Hansen said.

"Carrie?"

"Yes, Carrie. She was pretty, wasn't she?"

"Yeah. Very pretty," Ethan said.

"Are you still seeing her?"

"No. We broke up," Ethan said.

"That's a shame."

Ethan looked away. "Yeah."

"Did she ever give you a blowjob?" Mrs. Hansen said. ***

"Uh ... Excuse me?"

Mrs. Hansen glanced down at the front of his pants again, and she had a smirk on her face.

"I'll bet she did. I'll bet she enjoyed blowing you any day of the week."

"Yeah. I guess so," Ethan said, and had to smile to himself. He had one good memory of Carrie with his cock in her mouth, and that memory always got him hard.

"When I was your age, I hated blowjobs. My first boyfriend was fourteen and I was twelve. He thought a blowjob meant holding my head down and moving it up and down with his hands. All that mattered was that it felt good to him."

"What happened?" Ethan said.

"Honestly, it was years before I met a boy who treated me well. I'll never forget him. His name was Rob. He was the first boy I loved. He taught me it was ok to like giving a blowjob. He tasted good, too, I mean, compared to the other boys I was blowing."

"What happened to him?" Ethan said.

Mrs. Hansen sighed. "Turns out he was gay. Before he came out, though, I got pretty good at giving head. I could make him completely helpless when I went down on him. That's what I love about giving head. When I go down on a man, I am in control, complete control."

"Yeah," Ethan said.

He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. It was one thing to get a blowjob from a cute girl. It was something completely different to talk to one of Mom's friends about giving blowjobs.

"You know what else I love about blowjobs? I love to pull on a man's balls, and tickle them with my tongue. I gag when I suck a man too deep, and I get sloppy wet. Men always seem to like that. I'm not sure why. But I love the effect it has on a man, when I look up at him with his cock in my mouth, and then I go down deep, as far as I can go. I can make a man turn to putty in my hands," she said.

"Yeah. I love that," Ethan said.

Mrs. Hansen snickered. She turned back to the wide, panoramic window.

"Take my daughter," she said.

She was pointing to someone inside the room. Ethan had to look around until he found Maureen, Mrs. Hansen's daughter, standing by the casket.

"I happen to know she loves sucking cock. She hates getting oral, and would rather suck cock than kiss or even fuck. She could eat a twin-pop without breaking it in two," she said and laughed.

Ethan laughed, too. He tried to imagine putting his cock in Maureen's mouth, and clenched his jaws. Somehow, he was going to have to figure out how he was going to get some relief before he blew up.

"She has a friend, though, who absolutely refuses to give her boyfriend a blowjob. Personally, I think she's a dyke, but of course, she's never going to listen to me," Mrs. Hansen said.

Ethan nodded. It was more than he could stand. He put his hand on the front of his pants and pushed his hard cock down. It was impossible to hold back the groan of anguish.

"Are you sure you aren't having a problem, dear?" Mrs. Hansen said.

Ethan held his breath. There was no point in hiding it now. He tried to eliminate his problem, but she just made it a hundred times worse. He let out his breath and his shoulders slumped.

"Well ... Yeah," he said.

She leaned back a bit and took a good, long look at the front of his pants.

"That looks like a hell of a problem you have there. Do you mind if I touch it?" she said.

Ethan looked around. There was no one at the door that led into the funeral home. The only person around was a man walking to his car in the parking lot on the other side of the hedge.

"Go ahead," he said.

They turned away from the window to the gazebo. Mrs. Hansen's hand reached out and touched the ridge where his cock stretched out the leg of his pants. Her hand moved up the length of his cock toward his crotch. Her eyes got wide.

"Your mother told me you were built. She wasn't kidding," she said.

"My Mom told you that?" Ethan said, and sucked in a breath when her hand squeezed his cock.

"Yes, your mother told me about your cock. She tells me everything."

"Wow. That's so weird," Ethan said.

His eyes rolled back in his head. It was hard to concentrate on her words when her hand was moving up and down on his cock.

"Are you still fucking your sister?"

Ethan's eyes snapped open and he looked straight at her.

"How do you know about that?"

Mrs. Hansen smiled. "Your Mom knows a lot more about you than you think."

"A lot of people know more about me than I do," he said.

"I know this thing is bigger than my dildo. I bet you make Pam cum every time you fuck her with this, don't you? What is it? Nine inches? Ten inches?" Mrs. Hansen said.

"You want to take it out and measure it?"

She chuckled. "This probably isn't the best place to do that."

She looked toward the door and the wide, panoramic window. Her fingers quickly pulled down the zipper on the front of his pants and slipped inside. Ethan gasped. Her warm hand closed around his cock. He groaned and put his hand on one of the posts of the gazebo to hold himself up before his knees gave out.

"Ethan, dear? Your poor mother looks so lonely. When are you going to take care of her needs?" Mrs. Hansen said.

Ethan opened his eyes. His head was back and he was looking up at the clouds in the sky. He looked down at Mrs. Hansen. Her hand was in the fly of his pants, stroking his cock.

"Excuse me?" he said.

"Don't be so coy, dear. When are you going to fuck your mother? She's told me she can't get over how big you are, you know, in here," she said, and squeezed his cock.

Ethan groaned and held tighter to the gazebo post.

"She told you that?" he said.

"More than once. So ... What are you waiting for?"

Ethan shrugged. "I don't know. I just never thought ..."

"Never thought what?"

"Uh ... I don't know. What am I supposed to do?"

"Well, you can start by giving her some of this beautiful cock," Mrs. Hansen said.

"You're not the first person to tell me that," Ethan said.

"Is that so? Who else told you that?"

"Well, there was Pam, and there was our neighbor, Mrs. Thorn, and now you," he said.

His knees were locked, trying to keep them from giving out. Her hand felt great on his cock.

"And have you had sex with this Mrs. Thorn?"

"Oh yeah. A few times. She was my first," he said.

"I'm sure we're all wondering why it's taking so long for you to do it with your mother," Mrs. Hansen said.

The door to the funeral home opened with a soft hiss. They both had their backs to the door. Ethan was holding his breath. Mrs. Hansen's hand stopped moving in his pants and gripped his cock even tighter.

"Mom? What are you doing out here?" a woman's voice said.

Ethan and Mrs. Hansen looked over their shoulders at the same time. It was her daughter, Maureen, with a stern, but confused look on her face.

"Just visiting with Ethan, dear. He's been a pillar of support for me in this difficult time," she said, with a sniffle and a sob in her voice.

She gave his cock one more squeeze before she pulled her hand out of his pants. She turned to her daughter. Ethan gasped.

"Mom, Reverend Holland is looking for you. It's time to take Dad to the cemetery," Maureen said.

She put her arm around Mrs. Hansen and led her back inside. Ethan let out a deep breath. That meant there was no more time to take care of his problem. Mom was going to be looking for him, too.

He pulled up his zipper and went back into the funeral home. Pam and Mom weren't in the room with the others. Neither was Mr. Hansen. They had removed the casket. He found Pam by herself in the hallway, by the entrance to the funeral home.

"Hey, Pam. Where's Mom?" he said.

"She went to use the bathroom," Pam said. She was looking at the front of his pants. "Ethan? What do you got in there? Have you been hard all day?" ***

"Pretty much."

"I knew I should have taken care of you at home." Pam stepped closer to him and discreetly let the back of her hand brush against the hard bulge of his cock. "God, I'd love to have your cock inside me right now."

She was looking into his eyes and had a sly grin on her face. Her eyes looked past him, and the grin disappeared. Her hand yanked away from the bulge of his cock.

"Hey, Mom," she said.

"Ok, kids. Are you ready to go?" Mom said.

Ethan turned away before she got a look at his dick in his pants. She stopped and put her hand on Pam's cheek.

"You look a little flushed. Are you all right?" she said.

"Yeah, Mom. I'm fine. Come on. Let's go," Pam said.

She took Mom's hand and led her to the door. Ethan let them get a little ahead before he followed. He had his hands in his pockets, trying to hold his dick down against his leg. He might have looked a little awkward and uncomfortable, but it was better than trying to explain to Mom why he had a hard-on.

Maureen caught up to them in the parking lot at the side of the funeral home. She came from around the front, where her Mom's limousine was lined up behind the hearse with her father.

"Ethan? Ethan, can I bother you for a moment?" Maureen said.

They all stopped and turned to look at her. Mom took Pam's hand.

"Sure. What's up?" Ethan said.

Maureen was very pretty, a couple of years older than him, with the same fine red hair as her mother, and the same slender figure. She smiled at him, but looked a bit uneasy.

"Mrs. McCullen, if it's all right with you, my mother has asked if Ethan could ride with her to the cemetery. She said she could really use his support," Maureen said.

Ethan looked at Mom. She nodded.

"That's fine with me," she said.

Ethan went with Maureen back around the building to the front. The hearse and a pair of black limousines and a long line of cars with small orange flags on their roofs were waiting with their engines running. Mrs. Hansen was standing outside the first limousine, weeping. Maureen put her arm around her.

"Mom? It's all right. Ethan's here. He'll ride with you, ok? He'll take care of you," she said.

Mrs. Hansen held out her hand. Ethan took it in his hand and held her steady.

"Thank you, dear. Thank you so much. I really do appreciate it," she said between sobs.

"It's nothing, really. Here, let's get in the car," Ethan said.

He held the back door of the limo open and guided Mrs. Hansen to it. She stepped carefully into the back seat and sat down. Ethan closed the door.

Maureen leaned forward and gave him a kiss on his cheek. Ethan's face turned bright red.

"Thanks so much for doing this. You don't know how much this means to me," she said, and smiled at him. Her bright, blue eyes sparkled.

"No problem. You know. It's nothing, really," he said. "How are you going to get there?"

"I'm riding in the next limo, with my Grandmother. She's a wreck, too. I mean, my Dad, he was her son," Maureen said, and pointed to the second limo in line behind the hearse.

"Ok. Well, I'll see you in a little bit," Ethan said.

He went around the limo to get in on the other side. As he reached for the door handle, he clenched his teeth and rolled his eyes. What the hell was he doing this for? Why did he have to sit with Mrs. Hansen and hold her hand while she cried all the way to the cemetery? Wasn't there someone else in her family who could ride with her, like a brother or something?

He opened the door and got in. There was only one way to handle this, and Mom would be disappointed if he did it any different. He let out a short breath and turned to Mrs. Hansen.

"Mrs. Hansen, I-" he started to say, but stopped in the middle of his sentence..

Mrs. Hansen wasn't crying any more. She was putting lipstick on her lips, bright red lipstick. Ethan blinked.

"Mrs. Hansen?" he said.




The Funeral



She smiled. "How do I look?"

Ethan opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. For a moment, his heart had stopped beating. She looked good. Stunning, in fact. How could he have been so blind not to notice that, just because they were at her husband's funeral?

"Great. Uh ... Are you all right?" he said.

"Never better."

She dropped the lipstick into her purse, stuck her hand in, and pulled out a handful of different colored square packets, which she dumped into his hand.

"Here. See if you can find one that fits," she said.

Ethan stared at the packets in his hand. They were condoms. He looked at Mrs. Hansen and blinked again. She took a fifty dollar bill out of her purse and crawled to the next seat behind the driver.

"What are these for?" Ethan said.

"Well, I'm only thirty seven, dear. It would look a little funny if I got pregnant after my husband died," Mrs. Hansen said.

Ethan looked at each of the condom packets, shaking his head. This was the craziest thing he'd ever heard of. Mrs. Hansen tapped on the driver's shoulder and held out a fifty dollar bill.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I have a proposition. Can you be discreet?" she said.

The driver's eyebrows arched up when he saw the fifty dollar bill.

"Absolutely," he said.

Mrs. Hansen smiled and put the fifty dollar bill in his hand.

"Good. I know it's a long drive to the cemetery, but if you can make it last, there's another fifty in it for you," she said.

She turned back to Ethan, with one leg folded under her on the front seat.

"Well?" she said.

"Well what?" Ethan said.

She started to unbutton her black blouse.

"Are any of those going to fit? I mean, I know you're bigger than most men, but that's the best I can do."

She pulled off her blouse. Underneath, she was wearing a lacy, black bra. Ethan's dick throbbed in his pants. He shook his head again and looked around. This was crazy. Could anyone see what they were doing through the tinted windows?

He held up one of the condoms, one in a black packet with the word Magnum.

"This one might fit," he said.

Mrs. Hansen stretched her legs out and unzipped the side of her black skirt.

"Oh good. That would be a big relief. Now go ahead," she said.

"Go ahead with what?"

Mrs. Hansen snickered. "Go ahead and pull that thing out. Let's see if it fits."

She slipped the skirt all the way down her legs. Ethan's eyes got wide. She had long, beautiful legs, and her lacy, black panties matched her bra.

Ethan rubbed his hand back and forth over the ridge of his cock. Mrs. Hansen was watching his hand, and licked her lips. The limousine started moving, and they followed the hearse out onto the main street.

"How long does it take to get to the cemetery?" he said.

Mrs. Hansen slinked across the floor of the limo, back to the seat beside Ethan. Her hand glided up the inside of his thigh, over the hard ridge of his cock.

"About half an hour, I guess, why?"

"Is that going to be enough time?"

She reached over and unfastened his belt.

"For this cock? Honey, a lifetime is not long enough," she said.

The belt opened and the zipper came down easily. He lifted his butt off the seat and she tugged his pants all the way down to the floor. His cock jumped out and stood straight up. Mrs. Hansen gasped and sat back on her heels. Her mouth and eyes were wide open.

"Oh my. That's a lot bigger than my vibrator," she said.

The limo was passing other cars in traffic. Ethan watched them go by outside the window. Mrs. Hansen's hand was moving up and down on his shaft. Could they see what was happening through the tinted glass? At the front of the car he could see the driver checking them out in the rearview mirror. ***

Mrs. Hansen slid to the floor between his spread legs, holding his cock in both hands. Her eyes were wide, staring at it. She bent it side to side.

"Ethan, this is huge. How do you fuck your sister with this? My God, this thing would kill that poor girl," she said.

The corner of Ethan's mouth turned up in a sly grin. Mrs. Hansen looked hot in nothing but her bra and panties, and her shiny, red lips were only an inch from the head of his cock.

"She seems to enjoy it," he said.

Mrs. Hansen chuckled. "From the look in your eyes, I'd say you enjoy it, too."

Ethan started to say something, but Mrs. Hansen's mouth opened wide and closed over the end of his cock. He gasped, and this time his eyes opened wide. She sucked in her cheeks and moved her head back and forth, and her bright red lipstick smeared on the shaft. He groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. What was it about older women that made them such great cocksuckers?

Mrs. Hansen took his cock out of her mouth with a wet smack of her red lips. She wiped the saliva from her chin, giggling like a little girl.

"Ethan, your cock tastes so good. I love how it stretches my jaw," she said, and rubbed her neck. "I can't wait to find out how it feels inside me."

Ethan pushed his foot between her legs and rubbed the crotch of her panties with the toe of his shoe. She purred like a kitten and her back arched.

"I can't wait to see how tight your pussy is," he said.

She giggled again and smiled real big. Both of her hands were moving up and down on his cock.

"Do you mind if I suck on it a bit longer?" she said, and glanced over her shoulder at the driver.

She opened her mouth wide and put the head of his cock in her mouth again. Her lips closed softly around the shaft, just under the flare of the head, and her head moved back and forth slowly. She could only get a couple of inches in her mouth. He didn't mind.

Her saliva ran down the shaft. Mrs. Hansen ran her tongue down his shaft to lick it up, all the way down to his balls. Ethan closed his eyes and groaned. Mrs. Hansen looked up at him from around his cock.

"Ethan? Honey? You're not going to cum, are you?" she said.

He groaned again. "Mrs. Hansen-"

"Please, Ethan. Call me Rose. I mean, honestly. I've just had your cock in my mouth. You're going to fuck me in a minute or two. That practically makes us family," she said.

He smiled at her. "Rose," he said.

She ran her tongue up the bottom side of his shaft, up to the head, and gave it a wet kiss.

"Hand me that condom, would you, dear? We don't have much time," she said.

Ethan put the condom in her open palm. She tore the packet open, pulled out the condom, looked at it, then at his cock, and frowned.

"Well, I'm not too sure about this, either," she said.

She pinched the end and rolled the condom down over his cock. Ethan pinched his lips together. It was a snug fit.

Rose's fingers unrolled the condom all the way down, and encased his cock in a tight, shiny sheath. She looked up at him.

"Ethan? Are you all right?"

He tried to relax. Was his discomfort obvious?

"Yeah. I'm ok. It's just ..."

Rose closed her fingers around his cock and stroked it.

"Just what?"

"Just a bit tight, that's all," he said.

She nodded. She put both hands around the shaft of his cock and pumped them up and down at the same time.

"Is it too tight? Do you want me to take it off?" she said.

"Not if you don't want me to get you pregnant," Ethan said.

Rose smiled and climbed up on the seat next to him.

"Then let's see what we can do about making this feel good for both of us."

She slid down on the seat so her back was horizontal on the seat, and her head was propped up on the seat back, and her ass hung off the edge. Her legs parted and she hooked her thumb under the elastic waistband of her panties and snapped it against her hip.

"You want to help me with these?" she said.

"Yeah. I can do that."

He pinched the elastic straps on each of her hips in his fingers and pulled them all the way down her legs. Rose spread her legs and put her hand on her mound. Her middle finger pushed into her moist slit.

Ethan ran his hands up the outsides of her thighs. She spread her legs wide and he moved between them.

"Oh my goodness. Try to be gentle, won't you, dear?" Rose said.

She licked her lips, but her eyes were on his cock as it moved closer to her pussy. On her face was an anxious, apprehensive look. She bit her lower lip between her teeth.

Ethan was holding his cock around the middle of the shaft and rubbed the head of it, with the tip of the condom, on her moist slit.

"It probably won't hurt for long," he said.

He pressed the head of his cock into her slit. Rose moaned through her clenched teeth and her back arched and her brow furrowed. He pushed again. The head of his cock pierced her pussy lips.

"Oh God," she said.

Her knees pinched in hard on his hips, and the nails of her fingers dug into the muscles of his arms. He rocked his hips back and forth slowly, and his cock slipped into her a little bit at a time.

"Oh God. Oh God," Rose said, moaning and twisting under him.

"I know. It feels so good, doesn't it? You want more of it, don't you?" Ethan said.

Rose nodded. She was staring into his eyes and moaning through her parted lips. Ethan put his hands on her boobs and rocked his hips back and forth a little harder, pushing his cock deeper into her pussy.

"You're tight, really tight. Your pussy's a lot tighter than I expected," he said.

"Uhn," Rose said, and nodded again.

He had a little more than half of his cock into her. The limo was moving slowly through traffic, and the gentle swaying motion of the car matched the pumping motion of his hips. The limo slowed for a turn. Ethan put his hand on the side door to keep from falling over.

Through the turn, the limo surged slightly. Ethan lost his balance for a moment, and leaned over Rose. His weight forced his cock deeper into her pussy, sooner than he intended. The head of his cock bumped up against her cervix. She started to cum.

Ethan froze. It came on so fast, he wasn't prepared for her reaction. At first, she yelped like she was in pain, then her eyes closed and she moaned, and her hips bucked up off the seat again and again, in short, hard spasms. Ethan could only stare at her, and hold on. Her legs closed tight around his hips, with her heels on his ass, pulling him in. She was moaning and thrashing on the soft leather seat like she was trying to throw him off, and her moaning convulsions caused the head of his cock to hit deep inside her over and over.

"Ethan, honey, please. Fuck me hard," she said in a soft gasp.

He was holding her waist, where her hips flared. Her pussy was clamping on his cock. He grit his teeth and groaned. She was making it difficult for him to maintain control. He was hoping to hold off so he could cum on her face, but her tight pussy felt so good squeezing on his cock, it looked like that wasn't going to happen.

"I think I'm going to cum," he said.

Rose just moaned. Her mouth hung open and she stared at his face.

Ethan's back arched, lifting her ass off the seat. His head bent forward like his body was closing in on itself. He groaned and came hard.

Rose gasped. Ethan didn't see her face. His eyes were squeezed shut. His own body bucked and convulsed, and his hips jammed harder into her. It was a good, hard cum that made his back hunch in and his toes curl in his shoes. There had to be a lot of cum filling that tight condom.

There was no way to tell how long his orgasm lasted. It might have been only a few seconds, but it seemed to go on forever. When it finally ended, he was leaning over Rose, his hands on the back of the seat. Her legs were wrapped around his hips and his cock was deep inside her.

He leaned back. Rose was breathing hard and limp on the seat, whimpering softly. Her bare, pale torso was coated in a light, glistening sheen of perspiration. Her breasts were red with his finger marks where he held on so tight.

Rose's eyes fluttered and opened, glazed and drifting, trying to focus. From the corner of her mouth was a drop of drool that ran down her cheek to her neck. She blinked a few times, and finally her eyes focused on Ethan's face.

"Ethan?" she said in a weak, hoarse voice.

"Yeah?" ***

"Dear God, Ethan. You made me cum."

"No kidding."

He glanced over his shoulder. Did the driver get a good look at that? They were probably lucky he didn't drive the limo into a telephone pole.

Rose wiped the perspiration from her brow with the back of her hand.

"I've never cum so hard or so fast. Did you cum, too?" she said.

"Yeah. It was great."

Rose reached down between her legs for his cock and closed her fingers around the shaft.

"It feels ... It feels so good when you're fucking me with this cock. When you hit bottom like that, it's like, I don't know, like ... Wow. I never knew getting fucked like that could feel so good. No man has ever gone that deep on me before, not even with my vibrator."

She was staring at him with a glistening sparkle in her blue eyes.

"I'm glad you liked it," Ethan said.

"Like it? Christ, Ethan. How am I ever supposed to have sex with another man again? Who am I going to find that can fill me up like you do?"

Ethan rocked back with his hips. His cock slid in and out of her pussy a little more easily. He looked down between her legs. Where her tender, pink pussy lips were stretched open around his cock, his white cum was leaking out.

"Uh, I think we have a problem," he said.

"What's that?" Rose said.

She lifted herself up on her elbows and looked down between her legs. Ethan pulled back. His cock came out of her pussy a little at a time. The head came out, and with it, a gush of his cum. The condom had split at the tip.

"The condom broke. Are you going to get pregnant?" he said.

Rose sat up. She reached down for her pussy and dabbed at his cum.

"I hope not. That will be difficult to explain to Maureen," she said.

She touched her fingers to her lips and licked off the cum. Ethan sat beside her. His cock had softened a little, and was bent over to the left side.

"I'm sure my Mom wouldn't be too happy about that, either," he said.

Rose giggled. She reached over and rolled the condom off of his cock.

"I'd have your baby. But it might mean we'd have to get married," she said.

Ethan's eyebrows arched. "Married?"

Rose nodded. She tossed the used condom on the floor. His penis was covered in a sticky coating of his own cum, and pulsed with the blood that flowed through it. She held it lightly in her fingers and angled it toward her.

"It might be nice to have a big, strong man around the house again, especially one with the biggest tools. Maureen would probably like it, too." She leaned forward and licked the head of his cock. "Mmm. My dear Ethan, you have sweet cum."

She licked the rest of the cum off his cock, from the tip of the head all the way down the shaft to his balls. She had one hand around the middle of the shaft, pumping it up and down, and it didn't take long for it to swell back to its full hardness.

"Ethan, dear? I have a special request," she said.

She looked up at him from his lap, with the shaft of his cock towering over her glowing face. Her chin, one cheek, and the tip of her nose were smeared with his cum.

"Yeah?" Ethan said, and shook his head to shake himself out of a daze. He was enjoying having his cock licked by a beautiful older woman.

"Have you ever fucked a girl up her ass?"

Ethan smiled. "A few times."

Rose looked at his cock. Her hand moved up and down on it.

"You've probably had this beautiful cock up your dear little sister's ass, haven't you?" she said.

"I just put it where she tells me," Ethan said with a shrug.

Rose touched his cheek.

"Oh Ethan. You're so young. There isn't much you haven't done with a woman, is there?"

"No. Not much, I guess," he said.

"Well, Artie? My late husband? He used to love to fuck me up my ass, and I have to admit, I miss it desperately. Would you mind?" she said.

Her hand moved up and down on the shaft of his cock. Ethan was breathing hard. His heart was pounding in his chest.

"Rose, right now I'll do anything you want," he said.

"I knew you would see it my way," she said. She reached for her purse and opened it. "I have something in here that might work."

She took out a tube of Vaseline lip gloss and removed the cap. The Vaseline gel came out of the tip in a thin string, and she drizzled it over the head of his cock. With her other hand, she smeared it over the head, but it didn't cover very much. She frowned.

"I think you're going to need a lot more of that," Ethan said.

Rose looked at him with one eyebrow arched.

"I think I didn't expect to find a man with so much cock."

She squeezed out the remaining contents of the tube over his cock, and rubbed it along the length of his shaft. When it was empty, she tossed the exhausted tube back into her purse, and sighed.

"I hope that's going to be enough," she said.

Ethan put a couple of fingers around the base of his cock, where the shiny grease didn't reach. It was rock hard again, and stood straight up.

"How do you want to do this?" he said.

Rose swung a leg over him and knelt on the seat, straddling him. His hard, greasy cock brushed the soft cheeks of her ass.

"I want to do it facing you. I want to see your face when you cum inside me," she said.

She turned her head to look over her shoulder and smiled and waved at the driver, who was watching them in the rearview mirror.

Ethan put his hands on her waist. Rose bent forward toward him and bent her back in. She pressed his cock between the cheeks of her ass, and rubbed the greasy head of his cock on her tiny hole, but there was no way it was going in like that.

"This isn't going to be as easy as I thought," she said, with a bit of a whine in her voice.

"Let me help you out," Ethan said.

He put his hands under her ass and lifted her so she was on her feet, with her knees up, squatting over him, and her legs spread wide. With the low roof in the back seat, she didn't have much room to maneuver, and was bent over with one hand on Ethan's shoulder and one hand behind her, around Ethan's cock. The head of it lined up with her tiny opening.

"Go easy with me, dear. Don't drop me on it. You might kill me," she 

"Don't worry. I'll go easy," Ethan said.

He let her down a tiny bit. The head of his cock pushed into her asshole. Rose gasped, and her fingers dug into his shoulder. Ethan winced.

"Ok. Let's do this easy," he said.

The head of his cock was pushing into her asshole. He lowered her a bit more. The head slipped inside her, and she bit her lower lip and groaned.

"Oh honey. I know this is going to feel really good," she said.

"Let's see how much we can get inside you," Ethan said.

He let her weight down a bit more. A couple of inches of his cock slid into her ass. Rose gasped again and grabbed both of his shoulders with her hands.

"Oh God, Ethan. Not so fast. That's a lot of cock to take," she said.

She was holding herself up, squatting over him. The steady motion of the limo helped swing her ass up and down on the first few inches of his cock. Ethan took one hand off of her ass. His cum was dripping from her pussy onto his pubic hair. He stuck a couple of fingers into her pussy.

"Mmm, Ethan, honey. That feels so good. You're going to make me cum again. Kiss me," Rose said.

She turned her head to the side and locked her lips over Ethan's mouth. Her tongue slipped between his lips. Ethan pushed his fingers deeper into her pussy and she moaned in his mouth.

He held her hips and worked her up and down on his cock. The limo went over a bump and Rose came down on his cock a little too hard and moaned in his mouth again. She pulled her mouth off of his with a loud smack and sucked in a deep breath.

"Oh Ethan. My God. I can't believe you're fucking me like this," she said.




The Funeral



"I know. Me too," Ethan said.

Rose stared into his eyes and a sly smile split across her puffy red lips.

"What?" Ethan said. ***

"I know what you're thinking," she said.

"What am I thinking?"

Rose licked her lips. "You're thinking what it would be like with your mother, aren't you?"

"I guess I am," Ethan said.

"She doesn't know how lucky she is."

"What do you mean?"

"She doesn't know that she's going to get this beautiful cock inside her soon. She won't know how lucky she is until she feels what I have inside me right now."

She leaned forward and kissed Ethan again. The driver of the limo honked the horn. Ethan looked around Rose to see what was going on. The limo driver honked the horn again and swerved hard. Rose swayed to the side, balanced precariously on the end of Ethan's cock. She yelped and stuck her arm out to the side to catch herself against the door. Ethan moved his hands up her sides to hold her before she fell over, but something happened.

Rose's feet slipped out from under her, off of the soft leather seat. She dropped on his cock, a few inches. Her mouth fell open and her eyes bulged out of her head. Ethan's own mouth fell open. Had he just impaled her on his cock? How badly had he injured her?

"Oh my," Rose said in a weak breath of a whisper.

Her knees had come up, and with them, her feet. Her ankles were on his shoulders. Ethan was holding her around her waist, up high on her rib cage, with his thumbs under her breasts. Somehow, his cock had wiggled its way deeper inside her. But he couldn't hold her there. She slipped all the way down on the last few inches of his cock.

"Uhn," she said in a low grunt. Her wide, glazed eyes stared at him and blinked a couple of times.

"I'm so sorry, Rose. Are you all right?" Ethan said.

For a long time, her face was blank.

"I can feel it," she said.

"Feel what?"

She put her hand on her belly, over her belly button, and pushed in.

"Your cock. It's all the way up her. How did you do that?" she said with a thin smile on her lips.

Ethan rubbed his thumbs over her hard nipples and shrugged.

"Just lucky, I guess," he said.

Rose leaned forward and kissed him.

"With you, hon, I don't think luck plays much of a part. Now go ahead and fuck the hell out of my ass before we get to the cemetery. This might be my only chance to have your beautiful cock all the way inside me."

Ethan used his hips to pump her body up and down on his cock. He had no idea how he got all of it inside her like that, but as long as she liked it, he wasn't going to waste the chance. He looked out the window. They were out of the city now, winding through two lane roads lined with lush trees on either side. They were getting close. He was going to have to hurry this up.

He squeezed her waist and bounced her up and down on his cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head like she was having a seizure.

"Oh ... oh ... oh," she said, moaning weakly.

"We're almost there," the driver said from the front.

Ethan was breathing hard. Rose's ass, her entire body was clamped around his cock, squeezing tight. His own eyes rolled back in his head. He had never felt anything like it. If he could fuck her like this now, would he be able to get his cock that far up her ass again? And if he could, what was he going to have to do to get the chance to fuck her again?

He bounced her on his knees, like she was a little kid and he was giving her a ride, except that the ride he was giving her was the kind that made her scream with passion. He reached down and stuck his fingers in her pussy. He was going to make her scream, and she could just about make him scream, too. She was bouncing on his lap, not really moving on his cock, but she didn't really need to. He was going to cum inside her, anyway.

Her ass pulled at his cock. Rose's eyes were closed and she was whimpering in short, rapid gasps, like she was cumming. Ethan still had his fingers in her pussy, pumping furiously on her clit, and her juices spilled into his palm. That was good enough for him.

He groaned hard from his gut, and with his one hand on her hip, pulled her down on his cock as hard as he could. His cock pulsed, pumping his cum through the shaft, deep into her body.

"Oh yes, Ethan. I can feel it. Your cum is so hot in my belly," Rose said between her short, squeaky moans.

Ethan's cock was still pulsing and throbbing, pumping more cum into her. His hips were thrusting up, almost on their own, as if his body was trying to force his cock deeper into her ass, like it wanted to get its sperm as far inside her as it could. But, of course, he couldn't get his cock any deeper than it was already.

"We're pulling into the cemetery," the driver said from the front of the limo.

Ethan opened his eyes. Rose was looking at him, smiling.

"I guess we have to be done now," she said.

She put her feet down on the seat and pushed herself up and down on his cock a few times. The cum that leaked out of her ass made a squishing sound. She sighed.

"It's too bad. I was just getting used to the feel of your cock back there," she said.

"I don't know how I got it in there like that," Ethan said, and rubbed her boob with one hand.

Rose lifted herself off of his cock. His cum leaked from her ass and ran down the backs of her legs. She flopped on the seat beside him with a groan.

"We'll try it again next time," she said.

"Next time?"

Rose put her hand on his cheek and brushed her thumb over his lips.

"You won't mind if we try that again, do you?" she said.

* * * *

They were late getting out of the limo. It took them a few minutes to get dressed, and to clean up all the cum. The smell, though, was probably not ever coming out of the seats. Rose gave the driver another fifty, and a kiss on the cheek, and they climbed out of the limo.

Maureen was waiting for them. She took Rose's hand to help her out. Ethan got out right behind her. Maureen took one look at her mother's face, then looked at Ethan. There was something in that look, confusion or astonishment or shock, he wasn't sure, but when she looked away from him quickly and hurried her mother off, he was pretty sure she had figured out what they were doing in the limo.

Ethan straightened his jacket and watched them go with the others, with a bit of sadness in his heart. Pam came up and slipped her arm into his.

"How was your ride with Mrs. Hansen?" she said.

"It was ... fine."

They walked together toward the grave, where Mr. Hansen's casket was set up. They were behind all the other mourners, walking a bit slower. Pam's hips brushed against Ethan's with each slow step.

"You fucked her, didn't you?" Pam said.

"Oh yeah."

Pam chuckled and shook her head.

"God, Ethan. You are such a dog," she said.

"Yeah. I know."

He let his hand slip down behind her and squeezed her ass.