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Gayle

By: Susan McK



When we got news of the scholarship I was in 2 minds. I was ready to leave my village and see the world but I realised things were very different out there.

To backtrack slightly - I'm Gayle. I was brought up in a small, tribal village in Zimbabwe. I lived in a pretty small house with my parents and 2 sisters. It was a pretty primitive life, but happy nonetheless. At 21 I was awarded a scholarship to go to train as a nurse in England, through a worldwide charity organisation.

I was so thrilled - a huge honour for my family and a great opportunity for me to break away from the rather backward life I faced.

Even the way we dressed was way behind city life, loose traditional clothing, often barefoot. Some of the women in the village still lived bare chested. I had never worn a bra before I went to the nearest city with my mother to buy clothing for me in England.

The day arrived and it was a wrench to leave my family. My boyfriend saw me off too. We had been together 4 years and would have married. But culture dictated no intimacy before wedlock so while we had kissed our relationship had gone no further.

The extent of my sexual experience was limited to my boyfriends kisses and one evening (when i was drawing water) an advance from one of the older village men (married) who kissed me and groped my breasts.

It was hard arriving in England, a coloured girl in a white society. But i was made very welcome by the other trainee nurses and soon settled in. I got on with my roommate, an Irish girl, which was a big help. Work was OK, I was always a fast learner and it was fun meeting new people, improving my English etc.

Time off was harder - the other girls went out a lot, had boyfriends and it amazed and even shocked me to see them so open with men and to hear them discussing what they did.

They were good to me, tried to get me involved, offered to set me up on dates - but I knew I wasn't ready for that.

Eventually, after getting more comfortable talking to guys through work and on the few occasions I went out with the girls I agreed to a date with my roommates brother. I had met him a few times and he seemed nice.

The date was just out for a pizza and to a pub. We got on well, chatted a lot. I found myself relaxing and to my surprise enjoying myself. He drove me back to the nurses quarters and gave me a brief kiss on the cheek as I got out.

The following week we went to the cinema..my first time in a cinema!

Well it was very quiet, few people there. I was fascinated by the big screen. It felt OK when he put his arm around me. I relaxed after a bit and sat against him. I must have sent out a message because to my surprise he moved and kissed my lips.

I was a bit surprised but realised this is what was expected of me..so I let him kiss me. It felt OK, felt him open my mouth, his tongue in my mouth. I had done that a few times before so I let him continue. It even felt nice - I felt quite wild, so far from home. 

Well...his kissing got quite passionate..his hands roaming over my back. Then to my horror they moved over my breasts through my sweater. I froze..rigid. Not sure what to do,I couldn't make a scene. He was kissing my neck..then I felt his hands opening my bra.

I asked him to stop ...that I wasn't ready for that. To his credit he did.

I did up my bra...sat back..his arm still around me.

After the film we went for a drink then he drove me home. When he asked me out again I declined.

It was some months before I got the courage to go out with another guy. I double dated with another nurse. I was with her boyfriends friend. Again the guy was nice and we got on well. We had a few drinks ..went to a club. My friend was all over her boyfriend, lots of kissing and at one stage in a corner of the club he clearly had his hand under her top.

Well..we drove back to the nurses quarters, my friend went inside with her boyfriend. I had more to drink than usual and I suppose seeing my friend so intimate with her boyfriend had got me thinking, so when the guy moved to kiss me it felt OK and I kissed him back.

We were in a dark corner of the carpark. Kissing was so good. He kissed my lips,cheeks,ears,throat. It felt good to be wanted.

I got wrapped up in the kissing..then realised he was opening buttons on my blouse.

I stopped him, giggled..said "What do you think you are doing?"

"Nothing you dont want me to, you are so beautiful, I just want to touch you, nothing more"

I giggled again, too much vodka.

Then heard myself saying "OK, but no further"

But in my head I was remembering the only man who had touched me there before back home in my village. He had been rough, squeezing me, pulling at me, grunting. 

He kissed me harder, deeper. Then he had my blouse open, reached round undid my bra.

I sat there, rigid as his hands ran over my breasts. I've always been conscious of them, all those years braless had them heavy and loose. My cup size was 36D but I always wished them smaller. 

He didn't seem to mind, was squeezing them, holding them, tweaking my nipples. I relaxed, started to enjoy the sensation.

Then he asked could he go further..but I said no. He got a bit annoyed I think, told me I was frustrating. I dressed ..said goodnight. I was frustrated too because I had been enjoying his touch, the sensations it was giving me.

In the following months I let 2 guys touch my breasts, but no more. I was starting to enjoy how it made me feel but knew anything more was a huge step.

Well, Christmas came and with it the hospital Christmas party. There was food, lots of drink and a dance in the canteen of the hospital. Everybody was in good form and I was having a ball. As the night wore on my friends were with their guys or with new guys and I started to feel a bit left out.

I was a bit drunk, so when one of the doctors, cute but older and married asked me to dance, I did. We had a laugh and he offered to buy me a drink. But, as we came off the floor the bar had closed.

He suggested that he had a bottle of wine in his office if I would like to share it with him. It must of been all the vodka but I said I'd love to.

His office was nearby and we went there. He opened a bottle of wine and we sat on his black leather sofa and chatted.

I stood at one stage, looked out the window across the grounds. I was standing with my back to him when I felt his hands on my waist and then his mouth gently kissing my neck.

I froze as he kissed me...kissed my hair..ran his hands over my shoulders and my hair.

He turned me..kissed my lips. Very soft, gentle ..not like the other few guys I had kissed. I found myself responding, opened my mouth let our tongues meet.

He led me back to the setee, sat down, pulled me down on to his knee, my legs to one side.

We kissed for what seemed like ages. my head was spinning, thinking of his wife, but more of how good it felt then wondering what was next.

He brushed his hand over my breasts through my dress. My nipples just stood to attention. In my head I decided that I would let him touch my breasts, even wanted him too.

I was waiting for his hand on the zip at the back..then realised that it was on my bare legs, moving on to my thighs. I just froze as he moved it right up to touch me through my panties. I was going to say NO but he kissed me, hard, his tongue deep into my mouth.

As he kissed me, he pulled my panties to one side and for the first time I felt a mans fingers on my pussy.

He looked into my eyes, watched my face as his fingers slid into me.

I must of moaned..because seconds later we were kissing again, his hand exploring me, rubbing me.

He lifted me slightly, slid off my panties then his fingers were back..exploring..coaxing.

Without warning I was cumming...nearly screaming with pleasure..as his fingers rubbed faster and faster.

He held me as I relaxed. I used his bathroom to clean up. Went back out and started putting my panties back on. He stopped me. Stood up, kissed me again, touched me, ran his hands through my thick pubic hair.

Then he moved, kept kissing me and I realised he had opened his pants. They fell to the floor and he slid off his shirt and sat back on the setee.

I just stared at his hard cock standing erect.I had seen guys naked back home but never an erect cock and certainly not a white one.

He fumbled in his pants pocket then I watched as he opened and started to roll on a condom.

My head spun, I realised what he expected and realised that I couldn't do anything to stop it.

He stood again, kissed me, unzipped my dress let it fall to the floor. Then he sat back and pulled me on to his knee my legs straddling him. I couldn't respond, felt him kissing my lips then his cock rubbing against my swollen pussy. Then he lifted me slightly and without any pain I realised he had entered me, felt his hard shaft inside me.

He moved very gently, getting us both comfortable. Then he asked me to take off my bra.

He sat back as I did, I just watched the look of desire on his face as he watched my breasts fall forward. Felt his cock move, twitch, even expand inside me.

He sat up, started sucking them , kissing them, nibbling them all the time moving himself inside me.

I relaxed, felt so good started to move with him.

Then he moaned loudly, felt him tense, then move really fast in and out, bouncing me up and down, my heavy black breasts slapping against his face. Then I felt him throbing deep deep inside me as he came.

We collapsed in each others arms.

After a while we came around, cleaned up, dressed. I left him with a long sensual kiss to return to his wife.

I left to start my new life as a woman!! 

Gayle Massages Me



I love all the women I make love with. That's pretty self-evident because I couldn't make love with someone I didn't love. I could have sex with her, but that wouldn't be the same as making love. I don't mean that I love them in a romantic way; I mean that I love them in a caring and sharing way. If one of the women were to ask me who is my favorite, I would say that she is. That would be completely true, because she would be my favorite, at least at that moment. Outside of that, I try not to have a favorite, but if I absolutely had to name one, it would be Gayle.

For one thing, she is almost my age. Most of the women are younger than I, some by many years, but Gayle is just a few years younger, making us contemporaries. The best thing about her, however, is the way she delights in providing me with as much enjoyment as she can. In that way, we are much alike. I enjoy the sex in its own right, of course, but I also derive enormous pleasure when a woman squeals in delight that she is cumming, especially if it is something she does several times during the course of our love-making. Gayle also enjoys making love with me and takes great delight in knowing how much I enjoy our times together. It seems like we almost have contests in seeing which of us can give the other the most pleasure, and when we have these contests, we both win.

She lives with a man who is much older than she. For over a decade he has been completely impotent and before that his sexual powers were very low. For years, before we were introduced by another of my lady friends, Gayle had put up with the lack of a sex life. The mutual friend persuaded Gayle to come to see me to learn what she had been missing. That first time was so marvelous, and we gave one another so much enjoyment that we have been getting together regularly ever since. Her man has regular physical therapy, which lasts all afternoon so we make love while he is at his therapist.

The last time we got together, she came to my house and I greeted her with a big hug and a series of passionate kisses. She knows how much I like kissing her lovely face, and she makes a point of never stopping me. And her face is lovely, and very kissable, with her strong features, clear skin and soft brown hair. Gayle is short, just over five feet tall, with a pleasantly curvaceous figure. She took off her shoes (I was already barefoot) and we walked arm in arm to the bedroom and resumed kissing. I unbuttoned her blouse and helped her out of it and she did the same with my shirt. The bra was next and I unhooked it while she was holding the cups in place. Then she turned around, facing me, and pulled her bra off, revealing firm, shapely breasts with large nipples. I bent down and cupped one in either hand and kissed them until Gayle reached down, unfastened my pants and pulled them down around my ankles. I stepped out of my pants, wearing only my undershorts. We lay on the bed, me in my shorts and Gayle wearing her skirt. As I said, we both enjoy pleasuring one another and this day it was Gayle's turn to go first.

She started by kissing me firmly on my mouth, forcing her tongue through my lips where it caressed mine. She kissed my on both eyes and the pulse spots on my temples and then down my throat. I raised my chin to allow her mouth to go where it wanted. Gayle kissed her way down to my chest and lightly nipped both of my nipples with her teeth, then licked them with her healing tongue, and continued to kiss and lick her way down until her tongue was coiled in my navel. After she reached that point, Gayle asked me to remove her skirt, which I gladly did. I was smiling contentedly and sighing in pleasure. I told Gayle how much I was enjoying what she was doing. She smiled back and told me she would be doing a lot more than that. As I removed her skirt I kissed her legs, as close to her crotch as I could reach. I told her I would be kissing her a whole lot more than that, and in a lot more places when it was my turn

Wearing only her panties she straddled me, squeezed her breasts together and began to massage me with her nipples in the same places where she had been kissing me. This included rubbing her big, sensitive nipples against my small, less sensitive ones. This time, when she reached my undershorts, she removed them and my cock, which had been rigid for some time, sprang loose. Gayle smiled at it, took it gently in her hand, kissed the tip and licked the hole at the end. I sighed with pleasure and told Gayle how much I was enjoying her attentions. It was not really necessary to say that because she could already tell from the rigidity of my cock.

"Turn over", she said, so I did. Gayle straddled my back and started massaging my shoulders with her talented hands. She worked her way down to my ass then went over the same areas with her even more talented breasts. I was really enjoying the sensation of her nipples rubbing all over me and I told her so. "Spread your legs" she told me and, after I did, Gayle put her thumbs inside my asscheeks, to either side of my hole, and massaged this very private area. Again, her hand massage was followed by a nipple massage. By this time, her nipples were fully erect and she pressed them firmly into my asscheeks. It seemed impossible but I believe my cock got even harder when she did this to me. Then she told me to turn over again.

As I lay on my back, my cock stuck up like a flagpole. except that it was throbbing. Gayle smiled, held it gently in her hands, kissed it again, licked the hole again and knelt beside me. She told me to remove her panties and I was very glad to turn sideways, hook my fingers into the waistband and pull them down to her knees. The sight of her beautiful pussy with the soft brown pubic hair made me even more aroused, if such a thing could be possible. Gayle leaned over me and I kissed both of her thighs. I could tell she was almost as aroused as I because of the flush on her chest, her wet panties and the smell and sight of the pussy juices flowing down her legs. The taste of the juices too, because I licked up what I could while I was kissing her thighs. Next, she stood up and stepped out of her panties and we were equally naked. Then she got back on the bed, straddling my legs, and took my cock in her hands, rubbing the tip against her lovely clit. The tip of my cock slipped into her sopping wet pussy and she stayed in that position for a long minute.

Lubricating juices were running down my cock from Gayle's pussy and soaking into my trimmed pubic hair. Slowly, she lowered herself onto me and my cock slipped easily the rest of the way into her pussy. I was not wearing a condom but that was all right because I knew that this was just foreplay. Gayle likes to tease. A few quick strokes and I could have ejaculated but I refrained from doing this, knowing the much greater pleasures in store for both of us if I waited. For about three minutes she stayed like that, unmoving except for a few twitches. Even the twitches caused my cock to throb more. My pubic hair was soaked from all the pussy juices, and I regretted the loss of what I knew to be a delicious treat.

Gayle knew it too. She lifted herself off me and her pussy pulled free of my cock with a slurping sound. More pussy juices bathed my cock and dripped down to cover my pubic area and drip down my crotch. Gayle bent over my cock, held onto the base of it with her thumb and forefinger and started licking her juices off me. Like a child licking a Popsicle, she licked the shaft, the head and under the ridge, until she had swallowed all her juices, then she backed off, knelt between my legs and started licking my crotch and balls. One testicle at a time went into her eager mouth to be caressed by her tongue and lips. The next place on her agenda was the underside of my shaft and she ran her tongue in a broad stroke all the way to the tip. She surrounded the head of my cock with her lips, and then slowly moved her head down, engulfing me in her mouth. While my shaft entered her mouth, she caressed it lovingly with her tongue, until her lips reached the pubic hair that she had soaked earlier. Then she backed off slowly and every fraction of an inch she applied suction with her lips, until only the tip of my cock was in her mouth.

Gayle removed the tip of my cock from her mouth and smiled at me. Than she kissed it, licked the head, and started to engulf it in her mouth again. Slowly, my cock disappeared to be fondled by her talented tongue. Once again she continued to take me into her mouth until her lips were pressed against my pubic hair but this time she stayed there for a minute while her tongue caressed my shaft inside her mouth. When she backed off from my cock this time, she applied the same kind of suction with her lips. Gayle knew I had been close to cumming several times already and she did want me to cum, but not until she had spent a lot more time pleasuring both of us with her mouth. She drew my cock in again and backed off slowly, then repeated the same stroke over and over. With a slow, simple stroke like this, I could delay cumming for a long time.

I lay back moaning in pleasure while I watched Gayle's head bobbing up and down on my shaft. I moaned because it felt so good and I know how much she likes me to enjoy her attentions. At the end of one stroke she stopped, took my cock out of her mouth and said "I really like sucking you off. I hope you can hold off cumming for a while." Then she resumed taking my rod all the way into her mouth and out again. I told Gayle how good her mouth felt on my cock and how good she was at giving head but she had not really invited conversation. Gayle doesn't talk with her mouth full.

And her mouth remained full for a long time. Some of her strokes were straight in and out. Sometimes her tongue caressed my cock on both the in stroke and the outstroke. Sometimes, on the outstroke her lips applied intermittent suction on my shaft. Whatever technique she used, Gayle sucked my cock all the way into her mouth and she sucked it slowly, to make it last. Slow or not, however, I could not hold off forever. I had felt my climax building for a while and when it got close, I told Gayle, "I'm going to cum". She nodded her head briefly and sped up the strokes of her mouth. Her tongue got even busier on my shaft and she applied the intermittent suction on every outstroke. "I'm cumming", I told her, and seconds later I ejaculated into her mouth. At my last announcement, Gayle had stopped and squeezed the middle of my cock with her lips so I would cum onto her tongue and she would get the full taste of it. After I had finished ejaculating, Gayle continued to suck my cock with her lips to squeeze out every drop. She took my softening cock out of her mouth and licked the tip and all around the head. Gayle likes it when I cum into her mouth; she likes to swallow it and doesn't want to waste any of it.

After swallowing everything she could, Gayle moved up on the bed to lie beside me. We hugged and kissed, with our tongues intertwining again. I may have caught the faintest taste of my cum but I wasn't bothered by it. Leaning over Gayle, I kissed her hard on the mouth and softer on the eyes and throat. As I said, she has a very lovely, kissable face and I could have stayed there, but she has other, even more kissable and lickable places. I kissed my way down her throat to one of these places and gently began to massage it - one of her luscious mammaries. I licked the large, erect nipple and it felt even better to my tongue than it had felt on my back or chest. The mate to the first one was just as enticing so I fondled it and licked its nipple also. With one beautiful globe in either hand, I alternated licking their lovely nipples. Gayle murmured her appreciation, and I continued to make love to her gorgeous glands. I clamped my lips onto one of them and sucked gently while flicking the nipple with my tongue. Then it was the other one's turn. I sucked the delectable globe and licked the areola, pleasuring both of us with my tongue and her succulent mounds. Both of these beauties got equal treatment for a long while until I started licking my way down Gayle's belly.

When I reached Gayle's soft, brown pubic hair, I switched positions to kneel between her spread legs. I placed a pillow under her ass, arranged my shoulders on the undersides of her thighs and gazed on the sweet, wet pussy that was ready for my oral pleasure. The first thing I did was to lick all the delicious juices from her pussy. The well-trimmed pubic hair was soaked, and the fragrance of that hair added almost as much pleasure as the taste of the juices that were available. I was especially sure to lick everything from Gayle's adorable love hole because that was where the juices were the freshest and most delicious and because I so much enjoy the taste and feel of that delightful place on my tongue. The first time I ate her pussy, Gayle wanted me to stick my finger in it. This caused me to take affront. I have eaten pussies thousands of times, and the women have always cum, every time with no exceptions, sometimes explosively, sometimes multiple times, but always to our mutual satisfaction, and I have never had to digitally stimulate their pussies. This request I considered to be an insult to my abilities. I did not put my finger in her pussy while I ate it, and I brought Gayle to two howling, limb-thrashing, blanket-clutching climaxes, and she never again asked me to stick my finger in her.

I wanted to spend a lot of time eating Gayle's pussy: first because I truly love eating her and the longer I eat her, the more I love it; second because she had sucked me off so well and I felt I owed it to her and third, even with Viagra, it would take a while for my cock to get hard enough for the fucking that would follow. Gayle was already moaning in pleasure and she was highly aroused, partly from her extended massaging of me and sucking my cock and partly from my oral attentions to her. After I had eaten all her delectable juices, my tongue started to probe between an inner and an outer pussy lip. I moved slowly in this sensitive spot because Gayle was moaning more loudly in pleasure and her pussy was already humping into my face. Knowing how much she enjoys cumming and how much I enjoy having her cum, I decided to bring Gayle to two climaxes, one fast and the second slowly. My lips clamped down around her clit and my tongue started probing and flicking and caressing that adorable love button. After a minute of this her pussy was thrusting even more strongly against my face. After five minutes of this, her moans turned to howling "Oh, God, oh God, I'm cumming". Telling me this was unnecessary because her back was arched so that her ass was off the bed, her thighs were clamped around my temples and her hands were on the back of my head, jamming my face tightly into her pussy. As she continued cumming, her ass bounced up and down on the bed while she thrust her pussy into my face and she was howling incoherently. My lips remained clamped around her clit and my tongue continued its tender, loving caressing. As Gayle climaxed, her arms slammed down on the bed beside her and her legs oscillated from side to side with my head still held tightly. When she was done, her arms lay straight out at her sides, her legs were draped over my shoulders and her cum juices were running out of her pussy. To avoid wasting any more of this nectar than I could help, I moved quickly and licked it out of her beautiful love hole.

After feasting on her nectar I started nibbling, using my lips only, on one of the outer labia. I started below her love hole and nibbled my way up this pussy lip, licking a small area and then nibbling it with my lips, past her clit and avoiding contact with that sweet button. Then I treated the other outer lip to the same licks and nibbley butterfly kisses, using only my lips. The outer labia tend to be less sensitive than other parts of the pussy but I like to lick and suck everything, and Gayle was already expressing her pleasure. Next I probed the seam between the first outer lip and the inner lip. I thoroughly licked and sucked on this much more sensitive area, and when I stopped, just short of the beautiful love button, Gayle was already moaning and her pussy was slowly humping into my face. She was lubricating heavily so I licked the fresh juices out of her love hole, lingering to enjoy the taste and texture of that delightful place. Then my tongue got busy on the other seam, again licking and sucking my way to her adorable clit. This time, when I reached that sweet love button my tongue gently caressed it, but not hard enough to start Gayle cumming. Her thigh muscles flexed and her legs rotated slightly out so her pussy was completely presented to my mouth. The humping became even stronger and a fresh burst of juice lubricated her love hole. I eagerly consumed this tasty treat.

Gayle was moaning even louder, even panting, as I continued to thoroughly probe her inner pussy lips with my tongue. Besides her pussy humping into my face, her ass was swiveling on the bed, causing her legs to alternately thrust beside my face, much like two pistons. "I'm ready to cum", Gayle moaned. "Lick my clit." First I licked up all the fresh pussy juices that had been secreted by her love hole. Then I reconnoitered her engorged clit, licking it gently all around before clamping my mouth tightly on the sweetest of all sweet spots. I sucked on it strongly, like I had sucked on her lovely titties earlier, and my tongue strongly probed all around. After a few minutes of this, Gayle started cumming. This time she didn't tell me but I really didn't need to hear it. Her arms alternated between flailing the bed and jamming my face into her pussy. Her legs were locked around my head, which was good because I was able to keep my mouth on her clit, and to continue the sucking and licking as Gayle continued cumming. "Ahhhhhhh", she howled. When she climaxed, it was with a great spasm and her ass lifted completely off the bed. Again, her legs, still imprisoning my head, oscillated until she was finished, and lay on her back in exhaustion, her arms out at her side, both hands clutching the blanket. One leg lay flat on the bed and the other was still hooked around my neck. I devoured her delicious fresh cum juices and moved up on the bed to cuddle with her.

Sexual etiquette dictates that I should wipe off my face before kissing my partner but I knew Gayle likes the taste of her own pussy juices, almost as much as she liked my cum so I let them stay on my face. Sure enough, after resting for a few minutes, she turned to me and licked around my mouth and chin before kissing my lips. Then Gayle grinned lewdly and said "Let's fuck". I got up and took a condom off the headboard. The Viagra had taken effect while I was eating her pussy and my cock was hard and ready.

After I put on my condom, I lay on my back and Gayle straddled me. On our first encounter she wanted to fuck doggie style. Since I consider doggie to be a good position only under certain circumstances, none of which existed at that time and place, I asked her why. Gayle wanted to be able to play with her clit in order to cum. This was an affront to me because I have fucked women thousands of times, and everyone of them has cum, and none of them has ever had to play with her own clit, although sometimes I have played with it. I described the advantages of the cowgirl position and we tried it. After cumming thunderously, she conceded that the cowgirl position did have its advantages, and we have used it ever since.

She rubbed the tip of my cock against her clit, then rose up and inserted the head into her sopping wet pussy. Gayle enjoys making love with me that she lubricates just thinking about it. She stayed that way for a few seconds, then slowly sank down, impaling herself on my rod, until her pubic hair mingled with mine. Then Gayle rose up again, until the just the head was still in, then back down again, slowly. Some of the advantages of the cowgirl position are that she is able to control the depth of the penetration and the speed of the strokes. She was also able to control the angle of the strokes and she started swinging her hips back and then forward so the base of my cock massaged the underside of her clit, and her pussy massaged my cock. Gayle and I were both moaning in pleasure from the stimulation. Being in no hurry for either of us to finish, and wanting my cock to caress all of her love hole, Gayle started rocking sideways. Then she started bouncing up and down, always making sure my cock was rubbing mainly on the upper part of her love hole, to give maximum stimulation to her clit. Gayle was sighing and moaning and panting and describing how great my cock felt in her pussy. She seemed on the verge of cumming, while I was still a long way from it so I suggested she go for two orgasms. She happily agreed because she really likes cumming, and she knows how much I like it when she cums several times.




Gayle's Awakening



Gayle could scarcely believe what was happening around her. How had she come to this point? Here she was, early 50s, menopausal, comfortable, staid, respectable and admittedly boring. In her over 30 years of marriage, she had never contemplated doing anything like this. Certainly, her husband had suggested she try new things -- step outside her comfort zone. But this seemed impossible! Here she was... chatting intimately with another man! Yes, it was on the internet. Yes, it was anonymous. And yes, her grinning husband was not six feet from her. But still it seemed so forbidden... so unlike her... so naughty!

It had started innocently enough. The sex life with her husband was admittedly stale. They had a comfortable and kind relationship -- they looked after each other. But her libido was never all that strong. Perhaps it was genetics -- perhaps it was upbringing -- perhaps it was her choice. But part of it was her unshakeable belief that she was just too plain, boring and unattractive. Her husband said all the right things -- going so far as to arrange boudoir photography so that she might feel how sexy he always believed others found her. Maybe she just didn't notice other men's attention. She certainly did not invite it. So when her husband once again suggested that she step outside her comfortable place -- that he would be there with her through it all -- and that it was safe and secure. This time -- she actually believed him. And they sat down together and explored adult dating sites. They found one that seemed to cater more to a woman's perspective... with ample opportunity for virtual interaction. Best of all, it was free to join for women. Her husband explained that it was Ladies' Night at the bar -- it was sure to attract many male paying customers!

And so she became "Excom4t62" on the site -- with a brand new anonymous email address to match and be her contact spot. She was certain that there would be no interest generated and so nothing would come of it. She was so certain that no-one would respond that she let her husband take a photo to accompany her ad -- nothing too explicit -- just a photo her ample 38D breasts in one of her best fancy bras that she never wore anyway. She insisted that the photo be taken against a non-descript bedroom door and that it showed her only from mid-neck to mid-drift. It could be anyone, her husband said. But even this seemed to excite him and so she let it go. He might have preferred showing what her thought was her best asset -- her perfectly formed butt -- but the compromise was made. She knew from things overheard or said to her -- men appreciated her fulsome breasts. And so the ad went in:

"Bored and neglected 50 year old MWW. Considered attractive by some -- weight and height are appropriate. Wanting to connect with attentive, romantic, and appreciative men who respect my limits. Please be at least 30 years old and younger than 50. Email and chat is promised to suitable respondents."

She was a bit unsure about the white lies told in the ad -- for she was honest to a fault. But making herself a couple of years younger was no stretch -- she easily appeared 10 years younger than that. And yes, she thought herself a bit fatter than "appropriate", but her intentions of losing the weight made her comfortable with the exaggeration. She did not honestly think that her ad would interest anyone -- let alone someone as young as 30, but her husband insisted. And so the ad was submitted for approval and the next morning, an email arrived saying that the ad was "live".

Her husband suggested that they not check the email address or site for several days. She believed that was because he thought there would be no response. He told her that it was because he wanted her to understand just how many would jump at the chance to contact her. And so after more than 48 hours, they checked the response. There were no fewer than 15 individual responses. There appeared to be more because some men had tried more than once -- wondering why there first attempt went unanswered. Gayle was vaguely amused at the combination of bravado or desperation in these.

But together with her husband, she started through the responses. Some were crude -- full of vulgar language. Did men think that that actually worked?! No wonder they tried sites like this! A couple were from too close -- there was no way that she even wanted to chat with someone in the same area -- no matter how innocent it stayed. There was even one she thought might be from a co-worker -- as unlikely as that might have been, stranger things had occurred and she was not going to take that chance. This wasn't "real" and there was no way she would let there be any chance it could become that way.

But one response was remarked upon by her husband. It was well-written and respectful from someone who called himself "WYnot71". It was from a 42 year old man in Wyoming. His attached profile said that he was in a similar circumstance. The profile included a photo -- from the knees up. He looked in decent shape. His casual clothes suggested a man not closed in an office but not weather-beaten. He had a full head of wavy medium brown hair and there was a glint in his brown eyes. His only facial hair was a mustache that complemented his warm smile. This open shirt seemed to suggest a hairless chest. His thumbs tucked in the pockets of his jeans suggested a confident attitude. Gayle admitted to herself only that this was an attractive man. Her husband seemed attuned to that despite her silence.

The icon beside his profile meant that he was on line at this time. Gayle's pulse quickened a bit when her husband pointed this out.

"So?!" she said, hoping he'd let it rest.

"So give him a poke!" he suggested. Gayle could hear the eagerness in his voice and imagine the smile on his lips. She knew this was one of his greatest fantasies. She did not fully understand it, but she knew from long experience that we had always wanted something like this. She was unsure. But she felt her mouse moving to the "wink" icon on his profile. She clicked it.

"He is probably busy or not interested", Gayle soon said. Her husband explained that men had to pay for their access on the site and he was likely only arranging the fees to wink back.

And then a chat message came up. "Hello ma'am. Very pleased to meet you! May we chat?"

Gayle's breath caught as she read the message.

"What do I do?!" she anxiously exclaimed. She meant the question in the broader context. She was not prepared to talk to another man!

"Answer him!" her husband riposted -- misunderstanding her concern -- intentionally or not.

Despite her trepidation, she clicked the chat button -- her fingers shook as she typed in the chat box, "Nice to meet you too. Of course we can chat." She saw no harm in just a chat.

"Wonderful!" he responded and he started typing copiously. Telling so much so quickly! His life story in a few lines! His messages were a stream of consciousness. He was surprised to hear from her. Most women don't respond. He started thinking the "women" on the site were all fake. He hoped that she was not fake. Yes, he was married -- he loved his wife very much she, but because of medical concerns, could no longer fulfill all that she once did. Yes, she knew he was on the site. They wanted to stay married but an important part of his life was missing.

She responded where she could, but he wasn't asking many questions. She mostly typed one or two word responses. She was quite overwhelmed by this... it seemed like dating on speed -- and her dating years were long behind her. Her husband followed along... occasionally adding his own short comment, but generally just anxious and smiling at her.

Then "WYnot72" said, "The chat on this site costs me for every message. May we continue this on Yahoo Messenger? I am 'MYnot72' there too. Please add me."

Gayle froze. Despite this being 2013, she had never chatted on the internet -- and certainly not like this! She did not know how to respond. Her husband told her that her email address allowed her to chat on Yahoo as well. It cannot be just that easy, Gayle thought, almost panicking.

But she was in for a penny, in for a pound. And "WYnot72" was very gentlemanly and so she went to the site suggested by her husband to download and install the chat utility. She typed to her newfound friend in the dating site's chat box -- "Just hang on a sec"

"Okay :)" was all that came back.

Now what?!

She ran the chatting utility and signed in under her name, "Excom4t62". Her husband showed her where to click to add contacts and she added "WYnot72". His response was almost immediate:

WYnot72: Hi! ntmu. My name is Tom, btw.

Excom4t62: I am Sue. It is nice to meet you too.

Gayle could figure out what the chat shorthand was, but she did not care to use it herself. Besides, she was an excellent typist. She could tell from how long it took Tom to type that it was not his strength and so forgave him the shortcuts

Excom4t62: I am not used to chatting. You will have to forgive me if I do not know all the lingo!

WYnot72: Oh, it is your first time! I promise to take my time and be very gentle. :)

Gayle smiled at this. Tom did not seem to have the coarseness of so many of the letter she had read tonight and this was a nice change. One could certainly tell that things might be on his mind, but he spoke so that he could back away from anything that might be misinterpreted. She wondered if her husband would be jealous but he had been quiet since this chat began. A sidelong glance in his direction -- on the chair next to her computer station revealed that he was following along with rapt attention.

Excom4t62: Thank you for that. I will try to keep up! 

WYnot72: I am certain that you will do fine. There is no pressure. We are just chatting!

Excom4t62: Thank you.

Maybe she felt a little taciturn -- perhaps she was just shy. But all her life, she let others take the lead. This made her more comfortable. She would rather react than act.

WYnot72: I have told you a lot about myself. Maybe I should ask you a few questions. Your profile on that site is rather vague. What are you looking for?

Gayle honestly did not know how to answer. She looked at her husband and he just smiled and shrugged -- "You're driving here, dear."

Gayle began to type rather slowly... she started and restarted a few times.

Excom4t62: It is been so long since I have been someone "new". I have been married a long time and sometimes I forget what it was like to be as nervous as I am now. It is exciting in a way.

She looked at her husband again after she hit "Enter". He had the same look of flushed excitement and happiness on his face but said nothing.

WYnot72: "Exciting" only in good ways, I hope! :) Has some of the spark gone out of your marriage?

Excom4t62: I have to admit... yes. And yes, it is in no way a bad excitement that I feel.

She dared not look at hubby this time. But from all she could tell, there was no change in his demeanor.

WYnot72: Does your husband know that you have joined this site? Do you think he'd be upset?

She paused. Probably not as long as she felt she had.

Excom4t62: No, he doesn't know. I am not sure how he would react.

WYnot72: Well, he won't find out from ME! LOL

Gayle actually laughed out loud at that herself. She looked at her husband and he smiled broadly. They were now becoming co-conspirators and it seemed to feel like warmth between them.

Excom4t62: Thank you! :)

Gayle looked at that -- her first smiley. It seemed appropriate. It also seemed right that she continue to let Tom take the lead.

WYnot72: Well, Sue? where do you want to go from here? I could be cliché and start asking you what you are wearing!

Gayle was initially confused to be called "Sue" for she had forgotten this was her "name". She smiled to herself. She started to type a response to what she was wearing... still feeling perfectly earnest here. But before she could finish, Tom's next message came through...

WYnot72: Or you could just turn on your webcam and let me see. :)

Gayle audibly gasped. Her husband could not stifle his laugh. "Sure thing, you bastard, laugh. It's MY ass on the line here!" she thought, but did not say as she shot him a dirty look. "What do I do NOW?!" she hissed at him. 

"Turn on your webcam." he offered with a shrug. 

"I am NOT showing him my face!" she retorted.

"Maybe he would be satisfied with something else..." he trailed off. "Remember what photo you included with your profile?"

"Noooooooo.... ", she mused. Paused. "Do you think?..."

"I think you are in more control than you know." he said, as he reached behind the monitor to the scarcely used webcam tucked away. It had a heavy coating of dust on it which he blew off with little fanfare. He attached it to the monitor and pointed it straight at her chest.

Excom4t62: Tom... I am not sure I know how to do that... can you give me a few instructions?

Gayle typed her response finally since the pause in the chat was lengthening by the second. This might buy her some time. Time to think? Time to consider? Time to run? No... time to take a deep breath and realize that quite a few men had already seen the view she might offer now, when she posted her profile.

WYnot72: Just click the icon for video chat, hun. It is easy peasy. Do you want me to turn on mine?

She had no thought of that -- so worried was she about revealing her own image. But yes... it was fair, and by now she was curious to see this man. 

Excom4t62: Sure, Tom. And I will try to turn my cam on.

Gayle gave a sudden thought of horror of what his camera might show! But her fears were allayed when his face came into view -- the same warm smile on it that graced his profile picture. She clicked her video chat icon. The camera window sprung to life on her screen, showing her chest. Were her breasts really that large, she wondered? Now she felt self-conscious because the top she was wearing was just an everyday, around-the-house t-shirt. She hadn't expected "company" to come calling!

WYnot72: Nice view! :) Not what I expected but no complaints! :D

Gayle saw his eyes widen in appreciation of the view. She flushed and unconsciously she shyly pressed her arms to her side which only made her breasts stand out more prominently. She blushed again.

Excom4t62: Thank you. Some say it is my best side.

WYnot72: I thought I might get your face. Silly me!

Excom4t62: I am not ugly but I prefer that you not see my face right now. I hope that is okay.

WYnot72: As I said, I am not complaining! That is a nice top.

Gayle turned slightly in her chair as if to model the plain flowered print. She now knew there was an element of truth in what her husband had said -- she WAS in control. Looking over at him she knew that even he was awaiting her next move. She secretly liked the power, but still wanted to be directed.

WYnot72: I am happy to learn that the profile and you are both real. THEY are real, too, I am assuming?

Gayle liked Tom's quick wit -- it was slightly naughty, but respectful. The perfect flirt!

Excom4t62: It is exactly what nature gave me. I, too, have had no complaints!

She gave her chest a fractional lateral shake -- her breasts jiggled slightly in her bra. Did she just do that?! Instinctively, her upper arms clenched to her sides as she drew in a calming deep breath -- making her breasts more prominent again. It everything her body did made things more licentious.

WYnot72: Very nice! 

She could see his response. He was shaking his head slightly in appreciation. The smile was, if anything, wider. Gayle turned to look at her husband who was silent through this exchange. He was off camera, but could see everything happening on the monitor. He too wore a wide grin and met her glance with an approving nod. Tom must have sensed he turned head:

WYnot72: You're alone at home, aren't you?!

Oops!... nearly caught! Gayle knew she must be careful in looking over to her hubby so as to not reveal his spying presence. She assured Tom,

Excom4t62: Yes. My husband is out with friends. I don't expect him home for hours.

Tom raised his eyebrows slightly. Gayle worried that she had said too much.

WYnot72: Oh?... then maybe it would be okay to show the view that you gave in your profile.

Gayle now blushed at remembering the profile picture -- her large boobs cupped seductively in black lace.

Excom4t62: It would not be the same. I am not wearing that bra! :)

She smiled at her dodge. That should put him off. 

WYnot72: Does anyone look at the frame of the "Mona Lisa"? :)

Tom was as quick with his riposte as she was with her evasion. This was critical. There was no logical reason to deny him the view he'd already seen. If she went no further this would likely wind down. Without turning her head, Gayle looked over to her husband. He seemed to have the same anxious expression as the man 1000km away but gave no prompt. She reached down and with crossed arms, perfunctorily peeled her t-shirt off and threw it to the floor beside her. 

Her trussed breasts jiggled slightly in response and settled. Gayle wondered if the webcam revealed the full blush she now wore. For his part, Tom sat staring for what seemed like a long time -- his playful smile was changed slightly. She then finally saw him move toward his keyboard.

WYnot72: There is a big difference between seeing a photograph and seeing live. I must say that as much as I liked the photo -- this is so much better. Thank you so much!

Excom4t62: You like?

Gayle squeezed her boobs together with her arms. This time, on purpose. The full cleavage now emphasized. She held it briefly. She watched as his eyes widened again and his moth seemed to fall open slightly.

WYnot72: Oh wow.

Several moments passed as he stared. He shook his head again slightly in seeming disbelief. The pause in conversation grew longer. She repeated the squeeze to his immediate reaction again.

WYnot72: Sue, may I just say that you are very sexy? And that you are turning me on?

Gayle knew he had been enjoying the show but did not expect him to say that. Her blush intensified. Beside her, her husband seemed waiting for what would happen next. Gayle had read that aroused men emit a pheromone and she had come to know her husband's -- either that or the computer was transmitting scent from Wyoming!

Excom4t62: Thank you. 

Gayle watched Tom as he sat staring. It was probably a minute since he had typed of his physical reaction to her blouse-less show. She also felt the expectant stare of her loving husband beside her. She felt her own quickened pulse and flush and knew that while some part of her felt incredulous that this was happening, another part was enjoying it as much as her spectators. 

She felt her flush spreading to lower regions. It was a feeling she had known, but not experienced as much as she and her husband had wished. With a capricious decision reached, she reached behind her back, unhooked her bra and let her breasts fall free -- casually placing her plain beige bra on the already discarded t-shirt.

She took a deep breath and exhaled in a sigh.

WYnot72: Noooooooooooo.... oh my...........

Gayle smiled as he watched his lips actually form those words in that way. And then she watched as he moved to typed them.

WYnot72: You read my mind, Sue. I didn't want to risk asking for fear of offending.... but... 

Her breasts were firm and with only a slight sag that belied her 50 years. They were perfectly formed globes that she saw in her webcam image and had to admit.... were nice. She was only self-conscious of her inverted nipples -- a condition that she had all her life. the puckered craters they formed when she was excited -- as she was now -- never bothered her husband. And they were just as sensitive as anyone's.




Gayle's Awakening



WYnot72: They are lovely. YOU are lovely. Please hold them for me.

Excom4t62: I am glad that you like them. I think THEY like to hear that, too. 

Gayle hefted them in her cupped hands. First one. Then the other. Then she pressed them together. She liked the way they made a deep cleavage between them. Her thumbs found her sensitive areolae and gently circled the stiffening flesh of her inward turned nipples. She couldn't help sigh. A sound that was echoed by the enraptured man sitting to her left.

WYnot72: You are so incredibly sexy. I am so frigging hard right now.

Gayle was curious. She wondered if that could happen but didn't doubt that it had. She knew that beside her, her husband was similarly afflicted as he shifted uncomfortably.

WYnot72: Would you like to see?

Now it was time for Gayle's eyes to grow wide as she glanced sideways to her husband for a sign. He just sat there grinning that silly grin -- a mixture of excitement and amusement. Her fingers trembled as she reached to type...

Excom4t62: Ok.

She watched as Tom shifted in his seat -- obviously shedding his pants. Gayle watched as he shifted his webcam's view toward his crotch. She first noticed his muscular white thighs but then noticed what they framed -- his obviously erect penis. She was familiar with her husband's equipment. This was different. As Tom's hand entered the scene to give scale, she could see that his was longer than her husband's but not nearly as thick. There were other differences. Unlike her husband, Tom was uncircumcised and his foreskin partly shielded the penis head. And his balls seemed to hang more loosely while her husband's were always tightly drawn in. She never thought she would see another live erect penis in "person".

Gayle felt herself staring. She heard an appreciative low whistle from her husband but she did not look at him. She noticed that the nothing had been typed for some time. She reached for the keyboard...

Excom4t62: Oh my...

Tom shifted in his chair as he reached to type...

WYnot72: Do you like?

Gayle did not know what to say. She wasn't sure what she felt -- but she knew her husband was watching her and she didn't know whether the excitement she felt was from what she saw on the screen or from the shared situation with her husband with her.

Excom4t62: It is very nice. It is different... it is...

Gayle just let her words trail off. It expressed how she felt at the moment. 

WYnot72: How does it make YOU feel, Sue?

As if to elicit a response, Gayle saw Tom's hand move into frame again and grasp his penis. He gave it a few slow strokes with his fist. She watched as his balls wobbled -- reacting to his gentle pistoning. His foreskin moved slowly over the exposed head and back again. "Oh, is THAT how that works?!..." she thought to herself -- since she had never experienced it.

She found herself leaning closer to the monitor which had brought her breasts closer to the camera. She noticed in her personal webcam window how ripe they looked -- topped by puckers where her nipples should have been. 

She felt emboldened...

Excom4t62: Does this answer your question?

...she typed, and then once again cupped her breasts and teased her areolae

WYnot72: mmmmmmmm....

Tom had actually typed that! But it perfectly fit the moment -- especially considering he was only typing with his left hand. While the scene on the monitor certainly interested her, she did not find it particularly erotic. She wanted to see more than genitalia.

Excom4t62: Tom. Could you pull back the camera so I can see more of you? I want to see your face, too. 

WYnot72: Ok.

It was Tom's turn to be brief. There was a jumbled scene on his camera while he repositioned it to show him sitting -- showing from his bare knees to the top of his head. He sat back.... still able to reach the keyboard and still obviously watching his monitor. He was still slowly stroking his very stiff penis.

WYnot72: better?... 

...he managed to type with his one free hand. 

Gayle wanted to see more.

Excom4t62: Please unbutton your shirt.

WYnot72: ok

Tom let his penis go but it did not drop. Instead it seemed to bounce with his heartbeat. She had never seen such a thing. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall open -- revealing his bare, seemingly hairless chest. His short pubic hair then proved a nice nest for his penis and still pendulous balls. Gayle stared -- still cupping her breasts.

Tom went back to his vigil of staring at the monitor -- obviously showing Gayle's ministrations on her own boobs -- and continued his slow, methodical work on his penis.

WYnot72: anything else?...

Gayle misinterpreted his query and thought he was suggesting it was her turn to show more. She wavered in her own thoughts. However, beside her, she noticed that while she was distracted by the scene on her monitor, her husband had freed his own engorged penis from its confines and was slowly stroking while looking at her expectantly. Perhaps he did it unconsciously, but she noticed his pace was the same as what she saw on the screen. She felt compelled to match the ante presented.

Beneath the camera frame she wiggled out of her pants and panties and put them, too, off to the side. She did not want Tom to see the "granny panties" that she wore for comfort. It was unusual for her to be embarrassed by her underwear...considering what she was already doing. The camera, however, still showed only her breasts and chest.

Excom4t62: I have taken my pants and panties off...

She announced matter-of-factly to Tom who somewhat quickened his stroke upon reading this. Her husband's attention was unwavering. 

Gayle felt the warm and moisture spreading from within her. She has an attentive audience whose appreciation was obvious. One, distant but intimately in front of her -- the other, within reach but purposely distant. It was an amazing situation and she felt a wantonness overwhelm her.

No conversation seemed necessary now. She leaned back in her desk chair and repositioned her webcam to catch her body from mid-thigh to armpit. She watched as Tom's eyes grew wider and his mouth opened to emit an expletive?... or a moan. She could not tell, but she knew he was thankful for the change.

Gayle ran her hands down from her ribcage to her hips and then slightly parted her thighs. One hand found her inner thigh while the other traced her midline from pubic bone, to navel, and back to her breast -- cupping it and again teasing the areole. Her right hand moved toward her pubic area and the thighs parted further to admit its width. Her middle finger traced the now sopping slit between her labia. She repeated the motion.

She could see Tom continue to stare at his monitor -- his hand continuing the rhythmic work on his stiff pole. She could see the foreskin pull back with each stroke revealing the head of his penis glistening with pre-cum. Her husband never emitted much and since he was circumcised, it was never present long. She was fascinated at the difference presented. She noticed also that his scrotum seemed have tightened some. She missed seeing the testicles bounce in their sac as they had earlier, but she liked what the change meant.

She was also keenly aware of her husband -- off camera -- and his continued self-pleasure. Gayle noted that he seemed to be following the action on her monitor more than what he might see in person. Was he watching her there?... or Tom?... or was it the sight of them together that kept his attention? 

She did not consider it long because she started feeling the building throes of something inside her and found her hips wriggling almost without her control. Yes she watched if front of her as Tom again quickened his pace on his rigid cock. He seemed to also reach down to pull at his retracting nutsack. He was close -- she knew it. Her gyrations began to grow more wanton and she felt she needed to feel something inside of her. She slipped her middle finger easily into her very warm and wet vagina. If she was a moaner, this would have been the time but she never made a sound -- only slightly parted her lips and breathed deep. She bucked against her hand -- waves of orgasmic bliss washing over her. She firmly clenched her breast in her other hand. She wanted to through her head from side to side but she didn't want to miss an instant of what was before her on the screen.

Seeing this was clearly more than enough to send Tom over the brink. His mouth fell open and his hips shot forward and he seemed to shoot a rope of white ejaculate across his chest. And then a second later, another one not quite as large. Almost simultaneously, Gayle caught from the corner of her eye a flash of white as the more proximate penis exploded beside her - covering her husband's fist and tummy with load as large as she'd ever seen. But on the screen, Tom continued to shoot... seven... or was it eight spurts as his hips finally settled back in his chair. Her own orgasm has subsided but she still felt her vagina rhythmically contract around her finger. She withdrew it slowly and stared blankly at the scene on her monitor. She saw Tom sit and get some tissue to wipe up and so she idly wiped her own fingers on her thigh.

He reached for the keyboard

WYnot72: That was absolutely amazing!!! I cannot believe it!!!!!!! You are incredible!!!!!!!!!!

Gayle though he might wear out the exclamation key. She responded...

Excom4t62: You were pretty good yourself. Thank you for the show and inspiration. 

WYnot72: I would love to meet you in person -- it would be even better. You must tell me where you live. I would travel any distance!

Gayle didn't need to consider this a second.

Excom4t62: I am very flattered and I thank you for this but I am very happy where I am. I love my husband very much and he is the only one I will ever be with in person. I am sorry -- I hope you understand.

She did not look at her husband beside her but she felt his loving presence. She knew he was still following her every word on the screen.

WYnot72: Strangely enough -- I understand perfectly... but I had to try.

Gayle ventured a look at her husband's face. It was shining with a love and admiration that she could scarcely remember ever seeing. He seemed to be looking through to her core ... and loving everything he saw. 

WYnot72: But can we chat again?

Gayle smiled to herself.

Excom4t62: Look for me here. Good night! :)

With that, she clicked "Sign off" and turned to her husband and they stood and quickly embraced so tightly it almost hurt. They kissed deeply for a few minutes and he led her to their bed.



Gayle's Dad



For Gayle - This is a story inspired by a kind e-mail sent to me by a person from Canada in response to a recent story, and so I decided to write a story set in Montreal, Canada, a city where I spent one wild summer semester eighteen years ago trying to improve my French. 

GAYLE'S DAD 

Montreal - Fall 2003

"YOU PRICK ALISTAIR!" I heard down the phone line, immediately recognizing the caustic voice of my ex-wife, the only person in the world who called me Alistair.

"Monica," I answered, a weary resignation in my voice, "What can I help you with today?"

"So you won, you bastard," she squawked, "You finally got that little slut on your side, didn't you?"

What is this bitch mumbling about today I asked myself, fighting the desire to just drop the phone back into its cradle and go back to reading my morning paper. 

"ALISTAIR, are you still there?"

"Yes Monica, I'm here. What are you talking about anyway?"

"As if you didn't know. I'm talking about your fucked up daughter; did you forget you had a daughter Alistair?"

CLICK – Enough, I thought as I stood up and walked out the front door into a beautiful, sunny, warm, early September day. I turned left at the corner and within minutes was walking through the east gate, the 'Milton Avenue Gate', and then onto the campus of McGill University.

As I walked slowly through this grassy, tree lined oasis in the heart of Montreal, with the young, eager faces of another generation of students flowing by me, I gradually felt the bitterness that Monica's call had raised fade. 

An hour later, when I finally returned to my house, refreshed but still feeling uneasy about Monica's phone call, my niece Izzy was sitting waiting for me on my front steps 

"Hi Unc," she yelled out, her perpetual smile lighting up her face.

"Hi to you too honey," I answered as we hugged each other in greeting. "When did you get back anyhow?" I added, as I unlocked the front door and led her in.

"Yesterday, I drove up with a friend from Burlington."

As I sat down on the sofa in the den I asked, "What have you been doing for the last month anyway? Your Mom told me on the phone you were off on a secret mission, all hush, hush."

After sitting down on my lap and then positioning herself comfortably, with her head resting softly against my shoulder she answered, a very unlike Isabel, nervous, cautious look on her face, "It's the reason I'm here today Unc, I've got something to tell you. It's sorta a surprise."

Immediately I knew somehow her visit and Monica's call were connected and asked, "Is this got something to do with Gayle?" 

"Izzy!" I insisted again, as I could see my niece wavering.

Finally she blurted out, "She's in Montreal Uncle Bill, she decided to go to McGill."

"What are you talking about? She started at Dartmouth last week," I almost yelled, baffled by Izzy's words, unable to process the thought that my estranged daughter was living in the same city as I. But then seeing Izzy shake her head at my words I added, "She didn't even apply here."

"It's a complicated story Unc" Isabel started; her normal impish grin and good humor now back on her face. "I knew I had to do something to get you two back together so I... "

"So you what?"

"Do you remember I told you that last summer Gayle was applying to all those universities when she was at the farm?" Seeing my nod she went on, a proud look on her face, "Well I took a complete copy of one of her applications and sent it to McGill."

"Huh?"

"Well of course she was accepted! Your daughter may be a jerk and a weirdo sometimes Unc, but she is smart. I even got her a full ride scholarship!"

"What? Do they know she's my daughter? And how did you know what was happening?" 

"I used my address, not hers, on the application Uncle Bill," she replied, beaming proudly. "Once she got early acceptance last January, I replied, accepted for her and even reserved a place in residence for her."

"But Gayle didn't know?"

"Of course not! That's what I've been doing the last two weeks. I went down to Philadelphia to talk her out of Dartmouth and convince her that she had to come here." 

"Jesus, you stayed with Monica?" I gasped, impressed by both her audacity and her willingness to suffer for the cause.

"You know I'd do anything for you Unc, even if it meant a week with 'The Monster'," she whispered in my ear as she pressed her firm young body into mine. "Mmmnn, you feel nice today," she added, snuggling even tighter.

"Izzy!" I tried to admonish the little scamp, as she rubbed her rear end seductively over me, and then asked, "How did you ever convince her? I thought she never wanted to see her cruel, unjust, evil father ever again."

"Trade secret Uncle," she replied laughing as she launched herself out of my lap and headed for the kitchen.

I chuckled to myself, thinking of poor Gayle trying to withstand the whirlwind that was her cousin, and understood just as Gayle probably did, that it was impossible to stand in the way of something Izzy really wanted. Just as I knew that one day Izzy would really decide to seduce her uncle and that when that day arrived I would joyfully acquiesce.

"I did good, huh Unc?" she asked when she reappeared with a glass of milk and a donut in her hands.

"Pretty good sweetie," I agreed, "But will she be happy to see me?"

"You just leave it me," she laughed, and as I watched her couldn't help but think back on how I had got to this place in my life... 

The Past -

... I had been christened William Alistair Crowley thirty-seven years ago, the second child of a forty-seven year old farmer and his forty-two year old teacher wife, on Dad's 400 acre farm just twenty miles northeast of Burlington, Vermont. 

Dad, an old, hard-bitten, long time bachelor farmer had met my Mom, a spinster teacher, at a Church meeting, and within months had fallen in love with her, and then somehow had convinced her to marry him. Neither had expected children so the appearance of first my sister Cathy and then me within two years had been not only a surprise but also a delight for the couple.

We had a great childhood – kind loving parents, Mom's insistence that we do well in school, all combined with the fun, the hard work and the healthy outdoor environment of the farm. We both did well in high school and in the fall of 1983 Cathy, the valedictorian of her senior class, left home for Yale on a full scholarship.

We were all stunned when she came home the next May, six months pregnant, with no boyfriend even mentioned, almost as if it had been an immaculate conception. Despite Mom and Dad's misgivings, Sis insisted on not only having her baby but also raising it.  

On Aug 15th, 1984, Isabel Brenda Crowley, Izzy, a blond, blue eyed bundle of joy arrived and all of our doubts were immediately overcome. I loved her the first day I saw her, sucking eagerly from her Momma's tit, and had loved her ever since. Mom and Dad were of course captivated also and little Izzy became the most spoiled and loved baby in Vermont.

I enrolled at the University Of Vermont that fall, having decided to eschew the chance for an Ivy League education in favor of staying with the family, not wanting to miss any of the unfolding drama.

But I didn't do much better! I met Monica Brown during our first week at school, at an initiation dance for all the freshmen. Love or lust – who knows? We were both innocents and notwithstanding the lessons I should have learned from Sis, I fell for her and Monica was pregnant within a fortnight.

We married at Christmas despite the reservations of both sets of parents and Gayle Anne Crowley, a beautiful, black haired darling, a perfect daughter, was born September 1 1985.

It was during those first few years of their life that Gayle and Isabel developed a connection with each other that I knew would endure until they died. And although Monica and I went to Boston after graduating, I to Harvard for an MA followed by a PhD, while Monica taught elementary school and mothered, each summer we returned to the farm for two months and the girl's friendship was instantly resumed.

The fall of 1992, my Doctorate from Harvard in hand, I returned to Burlington and the University as an Associate Professor in the Department of Economics, a specialist in world trade patterns and the North American Free Trade Agreement. It was great to be back home, to be able to spend time with Sis and Isabel, to see Izzy and Gayle playing together, and to help Mom and Dad who were finally showing their age.

But it was when we went back to Burlington that Monica's and my troubles really began. We had both realized when we were living in Boston that we weren't truly in love, but like so many other couples, we had let it slide. We had a comfortable lifestyle; good friends, nice apartment, Dads farm as a retreat, enough money, we liked each other, the sex was good, but no... no 'magic' lets call it. 

And while I loved going home, Monica hated it, finding it dull and uninteresting after cosmopolitan Boston. Everybody who's been through a breakup knows the story and it wasn't much different for us. From small criticisms to carping at each other to major blow ups to sleeping in separate beds – finally even great sex couldn't keep us together.

I was shocked but relieved to arrive home one afternoon in the fall of 1999 to find Monica and Gayle gone, the note of goodbye after almost fifteen years just three lines long. 

The divorce was ugly – is there ever a nice one? And even though I was a University Professor, with a home and farm, and a support system in place for a young girl, the Judge refused to accept that I, a male, would be a better parent for fourteen year old Gayle and so awarded custody to Monica, now ensconced in the suburbs of Philadelphia with the man she had run off with.

I, of course, was allowed to see Gayle, I had one weekend a month, and either Christmas or Easter, and a month on the farm in the summer, but slowly the magical bond I had always had with the person I loved most in the world stretched until it had finally broken. 

"She doesn't want to see you any more Uncle," Izzy reported during the summer of 2001. "But don't feel bad, she also hates her Mom, her step-dad, she doesn't have a boyfriend and she's a geek, and she wanders around in all black costumes." explained Isabel. "Just leave it to me; it's just a girl teenage thing."

I took a job in Montreal that fall, a full professorship at McGill that was too enticing to refuse, and the short commute home allowed me weekends and holidays with Cathy and Izzy.

The only thing that had allowed me to have any hope during the two years of the estrangement with Gayle was my sister and her daughter who continually put in the good word to Gayle about me during her frequent visits. "It's just a stage," cautioned Cathy. "She's young, it's a hard time for her, give her some space," her advice to her nervous, unhappy brother.

But it was Izzy really who was the angel, the one who promised me that all was well, that I just had to cool it a while, and when she came to Montreal as a premed student in the fall of 2002 she visited almost daily, reporting on every move my daughter was making. I fell in love with Izzy sometime during that long winter, a forbidden love I feared I'd never get to consummate, a love I had once shared with her Mom... 

Montreal – Gayle and Izzy

... It was more than two weeks after her arrival in Montreal before I saw my daughter, who appeared suddenly one evening at my door in the company of her cousin.

"Hi Uncle Bill," Iz said smiling, "We're starving, I hope you've got something hot for us."

"Izzy," I said as I kissed her two cheeks, and then turning to Gayle smiled and said, "Hi honey, good to see you."

She turned away from my embrace but issued a soft, "Hello Daddy," as she slipped by me into the hall, her black clothes a reflection of her mood.

It was a difficult meal, Gayle's only contribution to the conversation one word answers to Isabel's and my direct questions. And yet as Izzie and I talked and laughed and generally enjoyed ourselves I couldn't help but see the flashes of interest and even smiles that would appear and then quickly disappear on her generally scowling face.

As the girls prepared to leave around nine, Isabel all of a sudden said, "You've got to take Gayle shopping for clothes Uncle Bill, she's got nothing to wear, it's embarrassing, she almost looks like a hobo... "

"I do not!" Gayle yelled at her cousin, "It's none of your business anyway."

"Well I'm certainly not going to spend my time with you if you're always going to be dressed like some stoned Goth Princess. All her clothes and makeup are black Uncle Bill."

"They are not," protested Gayle. "And Daddy doesn't have to spend a cent on me. I've got all the money I need."

"Girls, girls!" I said grinning.

"Well then, good for you Miss Black," Izzy said to her cousin, and then turning to me, slipped between my arms and cuddled up to me and added, "Well if she isn't interested, you can buy me some clothes Unc, I'll come Saturday morning." A quick kiss on my lips and she flounced out, leaving Gayle to rush after her.

The last words I heard as they walked away was Gayle's plaintive complaint, 'But he's my father Izzy, not yours,' and then Izzy's caustic retort, 'But he loves me and I love him.' 

... Gayle of course was accompanying Izzy when they both arrived at my door early on Saturday morning and I would have slept through their arrival if Isabel hadn't had a key. I woke to Izzy blowing gently in my ear, her cries of 'Wake up Uncle, its late' finally penetrating my befuddled brain.

"Who... Izzy, what are you doing here... What time is it anyway?"

"It's almost eight Unc, rise and shine."

"The stores don't open for hours honey," I complained, and then seeing Gayle standing in the doorway, I said, "Hi beautiful."

"Daddy," Gayle offered grudgingly.

"Do you sleep naked Uncle Bill?" Izzy suddenly exclaimed as she moved her hands towards the edge of the sheet that lay just covering my groin.

Slapping her probing hand away I scolded, "Can't you show a little decorum Izzy? Why don't you try to emulate your cousin's good manners for once?"

"Ha, ha, ha!" she responded but I could see a little smile growing at the corners of Gayle's mouth.

"Now you two shoo out of here and let me shower, and you might cook me breakfast while you're waiting."

"I could soap your back while Gayle prepares breakfast Uncle Bill," she teased, but rushed out when I jumped out of bed after her, holding the edge of the sheet in front of me.

I could hear Gayle scolding and complaining as the two descended the stairs, "You slut Isabel, what are you doing, he's your Uncle!"

It was that Saturday, with the three of us shopping together for hours in the small boutiques that lined the Main, and eating lunch on a St. Denis Street restaurants outdoor terrasse under the sun, sipping wine as we watched the world passing, that Gayle's mask dropped and I saw for the first time in over two years the happy girl I had always loved. 

It wasn't that all our problems were immediately solved; it was just that this normally vivacious, friendly girl couldn't maintain the angry façade for any long period of time when having fun. At first she tried to ignore us as we shopped but found it impossible to resist when Izzy started trying on ensemble after ensemble.

She couldn't help herself when she finally blurted out to her cousin, when Isabel appeared from a dressing room wearing a sexy, red, pleated mini skirt, her tanned legs spectacularly displayed, "Oh Izzy, that's no good for you. It'd look much, much better on me, it goes with my hair."

"What are you talking about? You only wear black, you dork. Anyway, you don't need any clothes,... remember," Izzy sneered.

After that, Gayle's shopping gene kicked in, that gene that every woman has, one of the main differences in the genetic makeup of the two sexes. I just had to sit back and enjoy the show, as the two led me from store to store, competing as they modeled ever more outrageous outfits, in a frenzy that threatened to use up every dollar of available credit on both my Visa and American Express cards. 

When I feebly protested, Izzy laughingly replied, "But Uncle, they're not real dollars, they're just Canadian 'Loonies', they're like Mexican pesos, don't worry. My niece's grasp of foreign currency values clearly needed some reeducation, I thought to myself, but still I couldn't begrudge the two anything given the length of time since I had seem Gayle so happy.

After a late lunch, and after I suggested that maybe it was time to head home, Isabel just shook her head at the stupidity of the male animal and said, "We haven't bought any underwear yet Uncle Bill, you know, those frilly things girls wear under their outer clothes, soft lacy... "

"No," I protested, "Not a chance in the world. Here's some money," I quickly offered, "You two can shop for yourselves." 

"We need a virile male's advice Uncle Bill, you can tell us what turns you on," she said grinning as she rubbed up against me, her pointed breasts proudly pushed into my chest.

And it was worse when she dragged me into the store! "We're looking for sexy underwear," she announced loudly to the little French Canadian girl who rushed to serve us when we entered the shop. "He makes the two of us wear such naughty little outfits when he visits us," she added to the surprised vendor, who took an extra second to check me out, wondering how I had earned such beautiful playmates.

Even conservative Gayle finally joined in, laughingly adding, "He's so demanding! Can you imagine, two girls at once! But he pays well," she ended, shrugging her head coyly.

And when Izzy added, "And he's so bigggggg," I simply handed the befuddled girl my credit card, turned and fled the shop, the wide-eyed girl's eyes following me raptly.

They rejoined me in the bar next door an hour later, laden with armfuls of bags and giggling apologies. But I had relished the glint in my little girl's eyes and knew I would willingly suffer much more to see it there whenever she looked at me. Later I drove her up the hill to her residence and the light hug followed by a quick peck on my cheek she gave me was more than an ample reward for my travails.

... I was out of town for a week at a conference so missed seeing the two until ten days later, when I invited both again to dinner. Gayle was still a little reserved with me at first, as if in the time since our day together she had remembered she was supposed to be mad at me but it only took Izzy seconds to break through her last defensive barrier.

"I'm wearing the 'Chantilly lace, tiger skin boyshort' panties you bought me Uncle," she announced as we sipped our soup. "Would you like to see them?" she said leering, her fingers slowly raising the hem on her short skirt.

"Isabel!" Gayle ordered, "God, not at dinner. Oh, she's such a slut Daddy," she ended, but couldn't hold back the giggle that escaped from her lips.

"She's mad Uncle Bill, mad because she only bought dull, black, cotton underwear, you should see it, it's pitiful, while I have colorful.."

"You liar! I bought as nice panties as... Ha, ha, ha Isabel. God I can't believe you always get me like that," Gayle wailed.

"It's Izzy's main role in life to tease you and I honey. You should have seen me last year when you weren't here. At least now I only get half of her abuse."

Before leaving that night I offered Gayle a key to the house. "But Daddy, I don't need it."

"My house is your house Gayle. If you need a place between classes and don't want to slog up the hill, or if you want to sit reading quietly, or bring some friends over, go ahead, anytime. You can also have one of the upstairs bedrooms just for you. If you get tired of your roommate and want a night away just.."




Gayle's Dad



"But.."

"Izzy's got both a key and a room honey."

"She does?"

"Of course," Izzy interjected, "I bring my handsome beaus here for romantic, afternoon trysts between classes."

We both burst out laughing at the ludicrous image Izzy presented us and Gayle took the proffered key as we both looked at our crazy relative.

"What room should I use? Maybe Izzy and I can share?"

"Yes, or you can use the big room on my floor, no one ever uses it."

"Which room?" asked Izzy perplexed.

"The other room on my floor, the big room at the back," I answered. The house had three levels; the ground floor with kitchen, large entry hall, living room, dining room and bathroom; the second floor with three bedrooms, bathroom, a den and a TV room; and finally the top floor, with my large bedroom at the front, an extensive bathroom/spa and a large empty room at the back.

"I didn't even know you had another room up here Uncle," complained Isabel as we climbed, and then gasped as I slid open a pocket door and escorted the two into a room that stretched the full back of the house. "It's almost as big as yours," she said, and then without hesitation added, "We'll take it, right cousin?"

"But the bathroom on this floor is strictly out of bounds," I insisted. "Use the one on the second floor – this one is for men only!"

"Yeah sure Uncle Bill, unless its one of your little floozies! Can't we use the steam room and the hot tub when you're not here? Pretty please?"

"There's a hot tub? A steam room? What floozies?" Gayle squawked.

"Oh, didn't your sweet Daddy mention the spa he has up here?" she asked Gayle and then led her cousin into my private sanctum.

"Ohhhhhhh Daddy, I love hot tubs. Can't I use it once in a while?"

"We'll see," I answered gruffly, but was secretly pleased that Gayle had another reason to visit. Later, I walked her up the hill to her residence, despite her protests that I needn't bother, and after she whispered 'Goodnight Daddy' and kissed me on the lips before she fled inside, I floated home, elated that my little girl was back.

... As the weeks flew by I saw the two girls often, most weeks they'd eat with me at least a couple of times and often I'd find them eating breakfast in the kitchen, having crashed upstairs after a late night on the St. Laurent strip. By mid November Gayle was spending an ever increasing time at the house and most days I'd return home to find her sitting in the second floor library, curled up on the sofa with a book in front of the fire.

"Hi honey," I told her when I returned home from class one gray November afternoon and found her studying on the sofa, "Did you have a good day?"

"Oh hi Daddy," she said as she jumped up and hugged me.

Holding her at arms length I let my eyes travel up and down her body, and than after whistling wolfishly said, "And everyone said Gayle Crowley would never be able to hack it in fashion conscious Montreal, well gentlemen, look at her now."

"Ha, ha Daddy," Gayle said blushing.

"You look beautiful sweetie, in fact gorgeous. You must have those poor McGill boys falling over themselves."

After we teased back and forth for a while, Gayle suddenly blurted out, "Can I ask you something Dad?"

"Sure honey."

"Are you by any chance sleeping with a topless dancer?"

"What! Has your blond cousin been talking to you again by any chance?"

"Well, she did say... "

"Honey, you've got to stop listening to that wicked girl," I said grinning. "She's holding a small little mistake I made last year forever against me, it was nothing... "

"That's not her story," she insisted smiling widely.

... Two days later, as we ate dinner alone for once, Isabel off somewhere else, Gayle asked, "Daddy, do you think Isabel's beautiful?" 

"There's only one prettier girl in Montreal," I answered, still smart enough to pick the obvious answer.

"But do you find her sexy?"

"Well, I suppose," I said haltingly, wondering where her mysterious, teenage, female brain was trying to lead me. "Why honey?"

"Oh nothing it was just something she said. You would never sleep with her would... Oh never mind, it's crazy."

"That's your cousin," I said emphatically, and then hoping to change the subject asked, "And what about you honey? You've never told me if you have a boyfriend or God forbid," I said grimacing, "If you have a sex life."

"Daddddy!... I don't have a boyfriend," she finally added, "And no sex life to speak of."

"Well don't you and Izzy go out a lot, date? I mean you're young.."

"Yeah, we go out all the time. But its mostly a group thing, music, dancing, a little drinking. Nothing serious."

"Even Izzy?" I asked unbelieving.

"Izzy's not what she seems Dad. She's more talk than action."

Later as we sat in the library, reading quietly at opposite ends of the couch, she whispered, "I'm still a virgin Daddy."

"Good," I said, not even looking up from my book.

"GOOD! Good is all you can say when your eighteen year old, university student daughter tells you she's still a virgin," she complained as she threw her book at me.

"I didn't know what to say," I said laughing, and then pulling her to me and hugging her I added, "But I am happy."

"Why? Statistics show that a normal American girl loses her virginity at sixteen years and two months. Hell, you should be worried – I'm a freak!"

"I want you to be happy honey, but every father hates the thought of another man making love with his daughter. I just want to hold and protect you from all those wicked men that are waiting to defile you. In fact I think you should wait until you're married."

"Yeah right, like when I'm thirty-five."

"Yup, that would be perfect," I agreed.

... A week later, after I arrived home shivering on a bitterly cold day, I sped directly upstairs and after stripping, rushed into the shower, hoping to bring some life back into my frozen limbs. As the first drops were just hitting my head I heard a squeal of "Daddddddy', and turning saw my darling sitting in the hot tub, her eyes locked mesmerized on my body.

"Sorry honey," I mumbled, one hand quickly placed strategically over my cock, "I didn't know you were here. God, it was freezing outside."

"I know... That's why I came up... I didn't think you'd mind... I'll go, I'll go right now," said the embarrassed teen.

"Ah, stay where you are. I'll come back... "

"No Daddy, it's your house, don't go."

"OK, we'll share. Turn your head around while I get in."

"But Daddy!" she whispered excitedly as she half turned away.

"OK, you can look now, I'm under water." 

As she sat back down across from me, our legs gently touching across the four foot diameter of the tub, she said, "I already saw it anyway, when you were in the shower," but I could see her eyes continually drift downward, searching through the water, eager to get one more glimpse.

"So, how was your day," I started, as I watched her full breasts bobbing in the water, full, ripe breasts capped by thick, hard nipples atop their mahogany colored circular bases.

"Are they OK? Do you think they're as nice as Izzy's," Gayle suddenly asked, her eyes now following mine as they raked across her chest.

"What? Your breasts?" And then seeing her nod said, "Honey, you know Mommy and I aren't the greatest friends these days don't you?" Looking confused with my change of subject, Gayle slowly nodded again, so after sliding over beside her and putting an arm around her shoulder, I went on, "Well Gayle, your Mother had the most beautiful breasts in the world, in fact your Mother's breasts were probably the number one factor in your conception," I said grinning. "And sweetie, yours are even better than your Moms."

"Really? But"

"Perfect," I insisted.

"Thanks Daddy," Gayle replied, blushing a deep red. "You know Daddy, before today, I had never seen one before I saw yours, not a real one anyway," she giggled. "Its weird just hanging there like that, it's much different than I thought," 

"Do you want to see him again?" I replied.

"Oh yes Daddy," she replied eagerly and then added, "Can I touch it?" as her fingers lightly moved across my thigh. "Oh, it's big Daddy, so big! They don't look so big in pictures," she murmured as her hand tightened around my now surging meat.

"He'd never fit, never," she hissed as her hand moved up and down. "Will it hurt me Daddy, when a man fucks me?" I stood, and as my penis came fully into view, his red head spilling well out from her tiny hand, she gasped in surprise, "It looks likes he's so angry with me Daddy, he looks so big and angry."

I had to force her insistent fingers off me, afraid I'd rain my thick seed on her innocent body and after we had sat back down she asked, "How long is it Daddy, how fat around?"

"There's only one way for a woman to really measure a man honey, the how-do-you-fill-me-up way" I said chuckling, "and you're going to have to wait for your husband before you get to measure someone that way."

"Don't tease Daddy, how many inches long is he, really?" she pled.

"Twenty-two point five centimeters honey," I said laughing, knowing her hatred of the metric system.

"Oh that's not fair! These bloody Canadians and their goddam meters and liters. You know it means nothing to me. We're Americans Daddy!"... "Oh, I know what to do," she announced grinning, as she jumped out of the tub and rushed towards her room.

"What?" I asked when she reappeared with her cell phone in hand and sat on the edge of the tub, her legs spread, her pink insides peeking out from her thick, black pubic pelt, her nudity forgotten as she plotted.

"Now I'll get back at Izzy," she said grinning evilly as she dialed a number.

"Gayle," I warned but then she said hello and I listened as she talked, my penis bucking in want as my eyes locked in on her moist insides.

"Izzy, it's me... I have a question for you, do you know anything about centimeters or meters... you know, the crazy system these French people use to measure length... You do, good. Can you tell me, wait a sec, Jean Claude how long is it,... OK Izzy, how many inches is 22.5 centimeters... Oh, I'll tell you about him later. But how long... 9 inches... gee that's pretty long isn't it... OK thanks I'll talk to you later... no, not now, I've got to go... Bye."

"She deserves it," Gayle explained laughing and then turning off her phone added, "Wait, I bet she'll call you in about fifteen minutes.

We were both dressed and sitting down for dinner when Izzy's frantic call arrived. "I think Gayle's been kidnapped," Izzy started but after I let her rant on and on about the call she had received from Gayle, I finally broke in and told my stunned niece that "Gayle's a big girl honey, she can take care of herself, its just sex, don't worry." 

As I hung up on her I heard her last plea, "But Uncle Bill... "

"She'll be waiting for me," Gayle promised as we both collapsed in glee, "She'll be outside my door all night cursing me. Oh God, and then when I tell her I saw your prick Daddy, that we were in the hot tub naked together,... "

And she was right. I got a call the next morning from Gayle, who had left my place around one, "She was there all right Daddy, she's a little pissed off at me... you may get a visit any minute, she just left."

Minutes later the door opened and then slammed shut and turning I came face to face with an angry, crying niece. "Honey, what's wrong?"

"I HATE YOU. I just hate you two," she sobbed, collapsing in my lap. "Wasn't I always good to you? I got Gayle to come to Montreal didn't I? I love you two so much and then you do that to me."

"C'mon honey, you know we only tease you because we love you so much," I said, trying to console her. "You're just mad because Gayle got the better of you for once, now give your favorite Uncle a kiss," I ordered.

She hungrily put her long pink tongue between my lips, but then just as I was starting to enjoy her moist probes, she pulled back, and angrily demanded, "But what about my breasts?"

"What about them honey?"

"You told your little slut daughter, that traitor, that her tits were much better than mine, that mine were too small."

"I never said that Izzy. Christ I've never even seen your tits, I'm sure they're perfect."

After pulling her sweater over her head and unsnapping the little lacy demi-bra she wore, and with her hands cupping her breasts, she asked "Well?"

She was a girl who had a set that stood proudly, firmly out from her body, two geometrically perfect cones with pink aureoles that seemed puffed up and which supported long thin nipples, nipples that just demanded to be sucked. "Jesus Izzy," I groaned, my hands moving to her, my fingers lightly squeezing before moving to pull their waving tips.

"Ohhhhhhh gosh uncle," she moaned as she started to move her ass on my lap.

"OK, OK," I panted, lifting her off me and depositing her on the floor, "If you continue doing that I'm going to have to go find my topless lap dancer."

"You probably will anyway," she said huffily.

"So are we friends again?" I finally asked.

"Maybe. At least until Christmas. I do have a long list for Santa. But Uncle Bill, I'm warning you now – you've got til New Years Eve and then I'm going to get serious – I promise."

She left me after breakfast, with my brain still trying to decipher her last cryptic remark and with my fingers caressing the air, still imagining the breasts they had just touched... 

... The coming of December brought the first snow and with it the frantic studying for finals, finals that were scheduled between the tenth and the nineteenth of the month. Izzy finished the afternoon of the seventeenth and was off home to Mom and the farm that night, assuring her uncle that she had aced all her exams and expected me to flood her with presents when I joined them that weekend.

Coming home after a school dinner on the eighteenth I found Gayle in the library, nestled in her favorite seat, reading intently. "Hi sweetie, all packed?" I asked, knowing we'd have to rush after her exam the next day if she was going to make her plane to Philadelphia.

"I'm not going Daddy. Do you think Aunt Cathy would mind if I went to the farm for Christmas?"

"What about Mom? She's expecting you."

"Apparently something just came up. She and the boyfriend are now rushing off to Mexico for the holidays. She said 'Oh Daddy'll take you honey'. It's not fair Daddy!" she finished, a sad catch in her voice.

"It's perfect," I yelled, and then pulled her up from her seat and danced her around the room. "Just you and me in Montreal and then we'll drive down together to Burlington. We can shop all weekend... . I hope you've bought your Daddy something nice."

"You don't mind, really?"

"It's the best present your Mommy's given me in ten years," I laughed as I hugged her to me. "So how's your studying going anyway? I'm expecting you to get at least 95%, after all it is Economics and it would reflect badly on me with my colleagues if my daughter doesn't do well in my subject."

"I'm already finished studying Daddy, this course is way too easy." 

"Oh, excuse me Miss Genius. So what were you reading so intently when I came in then?"

"Just some fiction I found in the bookcase, I wanted to get my mind off school and Mom," she answered and then smirking added, "A book I found on the very top shelf Daddy, way up there." Pointing she went on, "If I hadn't stood on a chair to change the light bulb I never would have discovered your secret trove Daddy."

"Which one are you reading?" I asked hoarsely, knowing the huge range of erotica my collection held, and then sat and picked up the leather bound book where Gayle had dropped it on the coach. "Ah, 'House of Incest' by Anais Nin," I whispered, remembering, as my daughter lowered herself into my lap.

"It made me excited Daddy, so excited. You have so many books, you don't mind, do you?"

"Sorry, you have to be twenty-one to read them," I admonished Gayle sternly, holding the book out of her reach.

"Not in Canada Daddy," she laughed as she crawled up my body trying to reach my outstretched arm.

"Don't fall honey," I said, as one hand closed around her waist to support her as her breasts pillowed into my face as she arched upward.

"I've got it," she squealed happily as she slid down my body, coming to rest with her rear pinning my awakening shaft, her breasts pushed firmly into my chest and her soft lips just inches from mine. "I got it," she whispered again, her light breath now teasing my nose, suddenly nervous as she felt my hands move possessively over her rear. 

I watched her, trembling now, as her tongue flicked impatiently over her lips, eager to bridge the gap between us, and then felt her nipples harden against my chest as she slowly moved her groin backwards and forwards over the lengthening lump in my pants.

Suddenly I stood, lifting her with me, setting her gently on her feet as I realized how close I had come, how eager I had been to impale my daughter, to fill her completely with my throbbing length. "I better change," I mumbled as I fled the room, "And I'm sure you still have some studying to do."

Two hours later I heard a knock on the door and then Gayle, dressed in a light silk robe, peered in. "Hi honey, going to bed?"

"Dad, you're not mad or... I mean... "

"What? That the best daughter in the world is spending Christmas with her Daddy? You make me so happy honey, so proud."

"Thanks Daddy. Will you come in and tuck me in later, like you used to do when I was young?" she asked in a little girl's voice.

"Sure honey. You get settled and I'll be there in ten minutes."

I saw she was naked under her thin sheet when I entered her room, and immediately noticed that she was trembling and had small goose bumps on her arms. "Cold honey?" I asked as I lay next to her atop the sheet, my penis already quivering under my silk pajama bottoms.

When she lifted the sheet and said, "Sleep next to for awhile Daddy," I could see her white skin, shimmering in the dim light provided by the hall light, the only source of illumination in the room. And at the base of her pale torso, that dark triangle that hid her secret cavern, that place a man should never covet on his daughter.

As she turned on her side to face me, our bodies touched, knees and hips and breasts and arms and I yearned to fill her, but knew I shouldn't. "I'm sorry about before Daddy... I mean the books... and... you know... its just, I have feelings Daddy... is it wrong Daddy... to feel for your"

"I know honey... I know... but society doesn't approve... its not"

"Do you feel it too... do you want to touch me Daddy... make love... " she stammered, as her fingers grasped me, stroked me. "I get wet Daddy, so wet... and it's only with you... Izzy too Daddy, she wants you so bad... "

We were nibbling and kissing, our tongues locked in passion, and my hands were caressing my daughter's full breasts when I felt the first tremors of release, the first jerky spasms of cum rushing up my shaft. "Oh Jesus," I cried as my seed spurted outward, landing in thick strands all over my daughters thighs and stomach. "I'm sorry honey," I gasped as I tried to pull back, "Daddy's so sorry."

She held me, not letting my still pulsing cock go, pumping every last drop as I lay drained beside her. "I love you Daddy," she purred, and then lowered her head and took me in, cleaning my sticky juices with her tongue.

"Gayle," I finally started, my mind an emotional rollercoaster, "We can't do this... it's wrong... I'm sorry sweetie, it's just that... "

"Shhhhh Daddy, don't say anything bad about us," she pled. "Please, just sleep next to me tonight, hold me, we can talk tomorrow, pleasssse Daddy." 

Later, I felt her finally fall asleep in my arms, and with our bodies twined together, my sticky seed almost acting as a glue between us, I hoped I hadn't done irreparable damage to our love. 




Gayle's Dad



I washed her gently the next morning, lathering her under the staccato pulse of the shower head, as she wriggled happily in my arms, again and again directing my hands to her most intimate places. "I love you Daddy," she growled in my ear, nipping at me as talked, "And you're going to be my first man, my only man," she finished ferociously.

"We're going to Aunt Cathy's tomorrow sweetie," I said, as my shaft bounced between our stomachs, "We can't do anything... "

"It's only for eight days Daddy, and then, when we come home... I'm not going to be a virgin in 2004 Daddy," she promised as she slipped to her knees, drawing me into her mouth as I stood helplessly erect, a slave to her ministering lips... 

... We left that night for Burlington, as I moved our drive up one day to avoid what I knew would happen if we stayed one more night alone in my house, and arrived before ten to a joyous welcome from Cathy and Izzy. 

We were like a perfect family in the days that followed, four people who loved each other and reveled in each others company. We shopped, and caroled, and cut and decorated a Christmas tree, and pinned up a mistletoe and wrapped presents and talked together for hours, remembering all our past holiday memories.

And as the days passed I couldn't help but often think that life would be perfect if we could just all live together like this and watching Cathy wondered if we'd ever relive the magical week we had spent in each others arms so long ago.

On Christmas eve, after the girls had gone to bed Cathy, handing me a book, pushed me towards the girls room, insisting, "Please Bill, you haven't read them the story for three years, you must.."

They had been in bed about fifteen minutes when I opened the door to the bedroom and I chuckled when I saw the two of them still up, talking, the only illumination coming from a small lamp by the bed. 

"Ho, Ho, Ho." 

"Daddy!" Gayle shrieked when she saw me enter wearing the Santa cap and a long white beard. "You're not really going to read to us are you?" she added, a little girls excitement in her voice.

"Sit between us Unc," Izzy insisted, pulling the sheet back to let me sit between them. "Is Mom coming?"

"She's too busy wrapping," I answered as I sat between the two girls, unable not to notice the sexy little wrappings the two were wearing. Blond Izzy was just wearing a thin, white teddy that just served to highlight her pointed, high breasts while just reaching the tops of her velvet upper thighs. I knew that any small movement and her blond curls and her pink slit would be exposed to my view.

She grinned as she watched my eyes quickly travel over her and then move to Gayle, whose thin, ivory nightie did nothing to conceal her considerable charms. As I watched her full, round orbs move under the silk cloth, her fat nipples obvious, I remembered these two used to leave cookies and milk for Santa when they were young, and wondered if their sexy little display wasn't just a different style of welcome for Kris Kringle.

"OK, you two, you know the drill, hold up the book while I read," I ordered as I placed an arm around each of them and hugged them to me. As the three of us sat back against the pillows, each of the girls holding one side of the book open on my lap, I started... 

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse... 

As I read to them, with their heads lightly placed on my shoulder and chest, their hair softly tickling me, and with their firm breasts pressing gently into my side, I couldn't help but be aroused. As my penis stretched and filled I came out of my erotic reverie and admonished myself for my thoughts. Christ, I have enough problems with Gayle without wanting to sleep with both of them I thought as I continued to read.

"And to all a good night... " I finished, just as Isabel stretched languidly, allowing her shirt to rise and her blond pussy to burst into view. 

Jesus, I thought, and forced my eyes off my nieces pink lips. Turning to Gayle I knew she had seen my eyes wander to her cousins display and saw just for a second a flicker of excitement cross her eyes.

"Thanks Daddy," she said after looking at me quizzically for a few seconds, and leaned over, exposing her breasts completely, and gave me a soft kiss on my lips.

As I stood to go, Isabel jumped out of bed and plastered her curves into me while planting her lips into mine. "Night Uncle," she said, a sly, grinning smile on her face. 

As I left the room and closed the door softly, the last words I heard were my daughter hissing at her cousin, "You little slut Izzy, you got poor Daddy excited again," and then heard them both giggle in glee.

"So how did the story go?" Cathy asked when I rejoined her in the living room.

"I think they're getting too old for stories Sis," I told her and then gave her a quick recap of my performance.

"I'm so happy Gayle's back Billy, to see her smiling again.."

"Thanks to your wonderful daughter."

"She loves you, you know Bill, Izzy I mean."

"I love her too Sis."

"No, she wants to love you,... like you and I once... oh shit," she said, tears on her cheek, "Just try not to hurt her Bill... she's so kind."

"I'll never hurt her Cathy, I'd kill myself first," I answered seriously and then added teasing, "So you do remember a week you once spent in the arms of a handsome younger man, do you?"... 

Christmas was wonderful, the gifts numerous and well liked, and Sis's turkey moist and tasty, and all of us happy together. I felt a huge regret at leaving as we packed up late on the 29th and before driving off pulled Cathy aside, trying once more to convince her of my deepest desire. "You'd be happy Sis, with the four of us together in Montreal. No, don't say anything now, just think about it, just don't sign up for another year of teaching OK? Promise?"

As we started to pull away, Izzy darted over and whispered to me after I lowered the window, "New Years Eve, Unc, just remember, New Years Eve." 

We arrived home well after midnight and both Gayle and I fell exhausted into our own beds, but when I was momentarily roused near dawn, I found my girl, naked, spooned comfortably into my welcoming body, sleeping soundly. I woke again hours later, wakened by an itch on my nose, and opening my eyes saw Gayle nibbling on it, a radiant smile on her face.

"What are you so happy about," I groused before she covered my mouth with hers. And then when she rolled on top of me, letting me feel every inch of her velvet skin, and insistently rubbed her hair covered mound on my engorged prick, I groaned and said, "I need you so bad Gayle, so, so bad,"

Hugging her as if in despair, I started to move my hands and fingers in a frenzy of sexual desire, but she stopped me, saying, "Daddy, I'm ready Daddy, please, put it in me, I'm gushing, pleasssse put him in me, fill your little daughter.."

I knelt between her legs after rolling her on her back, and as she looked down her body she could see my straining penis, see the drop of precum perched precariously at its tip, and her eyes were beseeching me when I lifted her hips and forced its big head an inch inside. 

"Oh Daddy, I can feel him, he's so big Daddy," she squealed, her eyes never leaving the long shaft now sticking out from her cunt.

I could feel the thin wall, straining to protect its valued canal, struggling to prevent my alien invader from penetrating its owners darkness, but holding her ass firmly I smashed through her defenses, shoving six inches deep in one thrust.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,... Dadddy, NOOOOOOOOOO," She screamed as she stared at the huge invader, still not totally swallowed. 

I could feel her blood trickling on my cock and my balls as it fled staining from her, but could also feel her cunt, her hot insides adjusting to me, adapting to the stuffing she was getting. "Are you OK honey?"

"It hurt Daddy, still hurts," she grunted. "But a good hurt. Don't take him out Daddy. How much more?" she gasped, and after lifting her head and seeing the amount left, groaned. "Jesus," she moaned as I stroked slowly within her, just letting her feel two thirds of my length. Minutes later I came, flooding my white sauce deep within her, but left my still hard penis within her, letting her continue to adjust to his size.

"Are you finished Daddy? I couldn't even take him all. I'm sorry Daddy, he's so big."

"He loves you honey, he loves you so much," I whispered. "Can you feel him in you now, hard, moving, feeling your sticky walls?" I asked as I started to slowly move again inside her, now penetrating further with each new thrust.

"Unnnnnnnnnhhhhhh," she moaned once when I fully penetrated her, feeling her womb wall trembling with the blow. "God, he's in, he's all the way in," Gayle yelled. "Your big cock is all the way in Daddy, oh fuck, fuck me Daddy," she screamed, her hips now rising to meet every downward thrust. 

We came together, both of us screaming like banshees, our orgasms momentarily maddening us, reducing us to rutting beasts. "Jesus," I cried as we fell apart panting, our juices smeared over my softening penis.

"Oh Daddy, I did it," Gayle yelled, rolling into my arms and planting kisses all over my head. 

"Was it OK honey? Did you like it?"

"Only you Daddy, only you can put your cock in me now, no one else, ever," she promised, and then grinning added, "I'm sore Daddy. Your big penis almost split me in two, but Daddy, so good, so, so fucking good," she yelled.

I carried her to the shower and we spent a half hour gently touching each other under the soft spray, confirming our intimacy, our love with every caress. 

"God, look at the blood," she howled as we reentered the bedroom and saw the large stain on the sheet, "No wonder I'm so sore. I don't think I can do it again tonight Daddy."

"We got the rest of our lives honey," I whispered, "All the rest of our lives."

"Promise? Only me? You'll never cheat, promise me Daddy... Except for Izzy, of course," she ended laughing.

"Do you want me to sleep with Izzy?" I asked, surprised again by my perfect daughter.

"How could we ever be happy Daddy if Izzy wasn't with us? She's coming tomorrow, it's all arranged."

I fell back laughing, knowing the two little scamps would be trying to outwit me for a long, long time.

Isabel arrived as we lay talking in bed the next day, her cheeks flushed as she stared at our nakedness. Lifting the blood stained sheet from the floor where we had thrown it, she asked Gayle, "So Daddy's little thingamajig still works?"

"I think you're going to regret that remark," Gayle laughingly exclaimed, as she jumped from the bed and hugged her cousin. "In fact," she added, as she pulled the sweater over Izzy's head, "If you're a virgin Izzy, and I think you are, you may be begging for mercy in a few minutes."

"Did it hurt?" she asked, a trace of doubt in her eyes as her jeans dropped to her ankles. 

"No, leave it on," I ordered, as she moved to remove her bra. "I think I like you in lacy underwear Izzy, I can see you wore your sexiest today."

Giggling, she said, "The bra is a sexy little lace balconet push up over a Brazilian sik tanga pant," she purred, as she did a pirouette in front of us, "In a deep russet color. I knew I better wear something nice," she explained, "I'm sure little Gayle here wore some of her dreary little... "

"I did not! Daddy, make Izzy take that back! Put your big cock in her Daddy," she encouraged me, "I want to hear her cry UNCLE."

"Ha, ha," Izzy smirked at her cousin, as I took her into my arms and made her lips spread for my fat tongue. Her nipples would always betray her, and both Gayle and I instantly noticed how she started to writhe under me the second I took one of her long thin buds between my teeth. "Oh, Uncle Bill," she cried as I sucked on one while tweaking the other with my hand.

As she came, sobbing as my both hands continued to massage her, I moved down between her legs and like Gayle before her lifted her hips up, lining her pussy's now sopping lips with my shaft. Taller and thinner than her cousin, she had even more trouble handling the entrance of my thick cockhead, squealing as I positioned it just inside her now distended lips, crying as she felt it stopped by her vibrating hymen. "Oooh Uncle Bill, I feel him, he's stretching me, I don't think... "

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Gayle holding Izzy's hands in hers, trying to help her cousin through the pain that was still vivid in her mind. Still kneeling, I moved, and almost deafened by her wail of despair, her "Noooooooooooo," watched her red blood spill out over her blond curls as I penetrated her completely in one savage thrust.

"Oh Daddy," Gayle cried, "Don't hurt Izzy, please don't hurt her."

But while her sheathe was tighter than Gayle's, she could handle my length easier, and as her body worked hard to lubricate my continually thrusting penis I could slowly feel her body come alive under me. As I rammed again and again into her clenching tunnel, I let my fingers loose on her nipples, twisting and pulling their nerve filled ends, eliciting shrieks of pleasure from my stuffed niece.

"Yessss... Yesssss... yesssssssss... yessssssssssssss... " She screamed in perfect cadence with my lunges and when I finally bathed her insides, letting her feel a males hot cum inside her for the first time, she squealed, a squeal of total pleasure at my cock's total domination of her femaleness. 

As she lay spread, open, her distended pussy leaking my sauce, I took her a second time, filling her totally, and then, my cock deep inside, I flipped her over, and finished her doggie style. And as I stroked, I loved hearing her little grunts of pleasure as she thrashed wildly below me, grunts muffled by the pillows I continually drove her into.

Later, as I lay between my two loves, the questions, the teasing started - 

"My breasts are nicer, aren't they Uncle Bill?"

"My thick black hair is much softer and more beautiful than her blond mop, isn't it Daddy."

"I kiss better don't I?"

"I'm better for Daddy, he fits me better."

"Black, black, black," Izzy sneered. "At least I'm not a slut."

"Your daddy just feels sorry for you, he prefers me."

"He does not, do you Daddy?"

"I'm a blond Gayle, everyone prefers blonds."

"Bimbos, that's what blonds are," Gayle shrieked. "You're chubby," Izzy laughed. "At least I'm not anorexic."

"Remember Gayle, when your daddy marries me, I'll be you're step-mother."

I finally tried to pull the giggling cousins apart, but only ended up with the two of them on top of me, straddling me as they faced each other, my erect penis between their bouncing thighs.

"At least I was able to suck Daddy's cock," Gayle boasted triumphantly, "You're ugly little mouth could never do that.

"You did not! She didn't, did she Uncle Bill?" Izzy asked, peering over her cousin's shoulder to see me. But seeing my nod, she boasted, "Well then, I'll do it better," and the girl's argument and attention soon turned towards my now straining prick. 

"Well," Izzy demanded minutes later, a strand of my seed hanging from the corner of her life, "Was I better Unc?" 

I awoke the next morning to my sweet daughter riding my hard cock, and just momentarily wondered if I hadn't unleashed a monster even too large for my tastes, but as the first spasms of orgasm exploded within me, Izzy, lying at my side, asked, "Uncle Bill, when you were young, did you ever make love to Mommy?"

THE END

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