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How Many?

By: Ooshnafloot



It hadn't taken Jon long to get her into bed. He was older, he was powerful, he was charming, difficult for a girl to say no to. Still, he thought there was a chance she was still a virgin. She looked young, and sometimes girls in their late teens or early 20s who haven't done it before are eager to make up for lost time, as long as the guy is something they consider worthy. But just before he struck into her, he had asked -- she wasn't. But she couldn't have had many, Jon thought, she was so tight. 

Jon felt strong. As she lay there, legs dutifully open and cunt full of stiffness, Jon needed some spice, something more. She was years of experience away from squirming in need the way that drives a man crazy.

"Therese," she opened her eyes, "How many guys have fucked you?"

Aah. She turned her head away, taken aback by the question. Jon was pumping her cunt slowly.

"How many?" he persisted.

She looked up at him, not answering, wondering if this was a strange thing to be asked by a guy as he fucked her.

"One, two...ten?" Jon prompted

"No!" she said, too quickly. "Not that many!"

"Well, how many?"

"You're number four." she said, closing her eyes and turning her head away, but at the same time opening her legs to let him get deeper.

"Really? When was the first?" Jon was determined to keep the conversation going, he wanted something to push this beyond just another fuck with another girl, he wanted to get excited.

"Huh?" replied Therese, was this topic still going?

"When was the first?"

"Ugh...why you wanna talk about this?" she asked. Wasn't fucking her enough? She had given her cunt to this guy the first night they'd met, now he wanted this, too?

"C'mon, amuse me." asked Jon, with meaning.

"Ah." She arched back as his penis hit a sweet spot inside her. "About three years ago." she panted.

"How old were you?" Jon asked, genuinely curious. He didn't actually know how old she was.

"19."

"Hmmm, was he your boyfriend?"

Therese shook her head, her eyes still closed. She was trying to concentrate on that thing contorting her insides. Why all this talk...she just wanted to enjoy the dick that was in her.

"Really, your first fuck was a one-night stand?"

She waited a while, but again she shook her head.

"You fucked him more than once?"

"Just a few times." she said twisting her hips, trying to wind up the talk and work more on her cunt.

"But he wasn't your boyfriend?"

She shook her head, eyes closed.

"Why not?"

Again, a pause. "Cause I already had a boyfriend." she meekly admitted.

Wow. Now it was getting interesting, Jon thought. He'd become bigger inside her, grinding against her sides. Therese could feel he had gotten harder.

"Whoa, how did that happen?"

Therese sighed. She was happy to have this guy in her. It had been a long time since she had been fucked, especially by someone so mature and sophisticated, she didn't remember it being so good to have a man up there. But she hadn't expected to open up these memories, let alone explain them to a stranger, which he still was, despite having given her cunt to him so easily.

"I wanted to get him out of my mind, to get over him."

"Who, your boyfriend?" asked Jon.

"Hmmm." she replied, eyes still closed, trying to concentrate.

"But you never fucked your boyfriend?"

Therese shook her head.

"Why not?"

"I don't know, we were dating from so young, it just never seemed the right thing to do."

"He must have tried?" Jon asked.

"Oh yeah!" said Therese, brightening a bit, "He tried alright."

"How much did you do with him?" asked Jon, keeping the motion going, pushing into her, keeping her legs splayed wide.

"Hmmm, he touched me a bit, but I never touched him, at least not until after I had been fucked by that other guy."

"Touched you?"

"You know...I let him undo my bra sometimes. A couple of times when I wore skirts, he'd work his hand up to finger me and stuff, so I used to wear jeans a lot when I saw him, which used to annoy him."

"Wow, that must have killed the guy. Why so tough?"

She didn't answer, she just squeezed Jon's ass and pulled him further into her. 

"Deeper." she moaned in his ear. It was a battle, to get him to stop talking and be thankful for what he'd been given already. But Jon was in no frame of mind to end the investigation.

"So who was the other guy?"

"Huh? Ah, just some guy from uni, one of his friends."

"Holy shit, his friend?"

Again no answer.

"So, did he ever find out?"

She nodded. Wow, okay, he'd deal with that one in a minute.

"So why did you do it?"

"I told you, I wanted to get over that guy. I wanted to break up and I couldn't. I thought if I fucked another guy, it would be finished."

"So where were you?"

"His apartment. He shared with two friends and they were away."

"Day or night?"

"I think it was, like, Friday night or something."

"You went out first?"

"No, he cooked dinner."

"Did he know you were going out with his friend?"

She nodded, "Of course."

"Didn't he care?"

"Oh, c'mon! You boys don't care about that, you guys will take anything you can get." she laughed.

"Okay, okay, so what happened, were you drunk?"

Therese shook her head.

"He was cooking in the kitchen. I went in there and put my arms around him from behind. We hadn't kissed before, and he took it as time to start. He spun around, held me and kissed me. And he didn't just kiss me, he really started up. Obviously he expected to get something that night and he just went for it."

"Feeling you up?"

"Hmmm."

"Feeling you up where?"

"Everywhere. I had a short skirt on, his hands were inside my pants on my ass straight away. It was all pretty quick. My bra and my t-shirt were up round my neck and his hands all over me."

"All one way?"

"Well, I didn't know what to do. But he undid his own belt and zipper and put my hand in there. I didn't have a clue what to do, I'd never touched a penis before, and he was really hard. I didn't know if it was big or not, but it seemed pretty scary at the time, wondering how that would fit in a girl."

"Did he know that you wanted to fuck?"

"No way! We hadn't been like that at all, and I hadn't been planning to fuck him that night."

"So why didn't you stop him?"

"How could I? I was at his place, he had me alone!"

"Well, you could still say no!"

"How could I say no, I went there by myself, no one was there to help me."

"So? You can still say...okay, whatever, so what happened, he did you there in the kitchen?"

"No, but he did get most of my clothes off there, throwing them on the dirty floor, which annoyed me. He had his own pants right off, getting me to pull him up and down, I didn't know what to do, he had to show me. Then he was fingering me and giving me hickies all over my neck and stuff."

"Were you enjoying it?"

"I don't know, it was kinda interesting I guess."

Clearly Therese was getting into her own story, she was trying to move her hips up and down the bed, fucking Jon back from below. Jon had to take a deep breath and calm down. 

"So what about the fucking?"

"The food was still cooking. I broke away and turned off the stove and got a drink of water from the machine. I took him into the other room and sat back on the sofa. I pulled off my skirt so I was naked, lay back and just spread my legs."

"Geezuz, he must have been thanking the gods."

"Well, I knew he was expecting to get it from me, so what else could I do?"

"Ah...right...what else could you do? Are you sure you...anyway, forget it. How did he react?"

"He took off his t-shirt in a hurry, then just kneeled down between my legs and tried to put himself in there. But it was too tight, and I couldn't help, I didn't know what to do. He tried to fuck me about 3 times before he finally got in there."

"And what was it like, did you like it?"

"Ah, okay, I guess. Kinda weird. It took him so long to get all the way in, yeah. I had no idea how big I was down there, you know, I didn't think I'd be able to take the whole thing. Every time he pushed a bit further I thought that must be the whole thing by now, but then he'd keep pushing and opening me up more, I was afraid he'd end up in my stomach. Stupid, I know, but it was kinda scary, yeah."

"And you were successfully forgetting your boyfriend by then?"

"Oh yeah! I was thinking at the time that it was so easy to get a man, all you had to do was take off your pants and open your legs, I thought I had discovered the way to get lots of boys. Thankfully I didn't turn into a complete slut."

"So did he fuck you properly, or just open you up?"

"Oh yeah, he fucked me. After getting himself in there he was going all the way in and out thumping the daylights out of me, my breasts hurt from wobbling so much."

"Was there blood?"

"Oh yeah, it was all over him."

"Really, did he say anything, did he know you were a virgin?"

"Not at the start, I guess it was so easy for him to get me he assumed I fucked guys a lot. When he saw the blood, he really got excited, started going even harder."

"Did he last long?"

"Not bad, 10 or 15 minutes probably."

"Was he wearing a condom?"

"No." she said, sheepishly.

"Wow, lucky him. You'd not seen sperm before, yeah? Did you get a shock when he blew, he must have shot a fair amount if he was that excited?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"I don't know."

"Where did his cum go?"

"Well...in there."

"What do you mean 'in there'? He came in your cunt?"

"Well...yeah." she said

"You got spermed on your first fuck?"

Therese said nothing, just kept grinding herself on Jon's dick.

"Therese, wait, stop, let me get this straight. He came in your cunt? On your very first fuck, you got spermed?"

"Hmmm."

"Wow, how did that feel?"

"I don't know, I didn't really know what was going on."

"Weren't you upset with him?"

"I don't know, he said he couldn't help it, that my...that I felt too good, that he just lost control."

"Yeah, no shit! You didn't get pregnant?"

"No! Of course not!"

"Right... What was it like, did you feel it coming?"

"Well, I felt something was happening, but I didn't know it was going to be that. He started groaning and I felt all this warm stuff, like it had been injected in there, then I knew what he'd done."

"Weren't you angry? You could have been pregnant."

"Well, not really, he said after he didn't like pulling out, said it didn't feel as good."

"Ah. Well, there you go." Jon raised his eyebrows. "So what happened after that?"

"He laid in me for a while, squeezing my breasts. I was a bit uncomfortable, I was starting to hurt, kinda stinging you know, but eventually he got soft and popped out. I went to the bathroom to soak up all the blood and sperm coming out of me."

"I still can't believe he spermed you, brave man. So what did you do after that?"

"Well, he'd got what he wanted, so not much. I found my clothes, got dressed and went home. Didn't even have dinner."

"Wow. But you saw him again?"

"Hmmm. Next day. He called and said he wanted it again."

"And you just went there and gave it to him?"

"Well, yeah, he'd already had it all, so not much point in holding back."

"And he spermed you again?"

"Hmmm."

"Geezuz!"

"Well, I told you, he didn't like pulling out."

"And what did you think?"

"Well, I didn't care, it kinda felt nice to have a man lose control because of me."

"So what was the second fuck like?"

"Well, it wasn't just the second. I stayed there until Monday morning. Young boys can really do it and do it, don't you think?"

"How many times were you fucked?"

"I don't know, seemed like 20, but I don't know, 8 maybe"

"It didn't hurt you?"

"Not really. He told me I was a natural, I could take it as many times as he needed it."

"So what about your boyfriend? Didn't he wonder where you were?"

"Well, yeah, the phone kept ringing, I had to turn it off. I saw him Monday night, I was so tired, we had a big fight."

"So did you break it off? Perfect opportunity. Just show him the sperm in your underwear."

"Yeah, I know. But as soon as he accused me of being with someone, I just denied it. I don't know why. It just seemed natural, I didn't want to hurt him, I just wanted the whole thing to go away."

"But he found out eventually?"

"Yeah, but not for a while."

"How long is a while?"

"Hmm, half year, year maybe."

"Geezuz, you were doing that other guy for that long? I thought you said just a few times?"

"Well...."

"How often would he call you over?"

"I don't know, sometimes every night, after I'd been out with my boyfriend. Sometimes only a few times a week."

"What about his flatmates, where were they the whole time?"

"Well...."

"Huh, you did them, too?"

"No!" she screamed, hitting him on the arm, "I didn't fuck them. But they used to watch us, which I didn't like."

"Did they?"

"Those boys, they'd just walk into the bedroom or bathroom, wherever we were doing it, borrow CDs and stuff, then go out, looking the whole time. That guy wouldn't cover us up, I think he liked to show off."

"Whew. And you never got pregnant?"

"No!"

"But he'd sperm you everytime?"

"Not always, he didn't always cum, but I guess it was just what we did, the way it was. I've always used a condom with other guys, but just never did with him."

"So what happened to the boyfriend?"

"Well, we were together pretty much the whole time, we didn't actually break up for about a year after I started with that other guy."

"And you never fucked the boyfriend. Ever?"

She shook her head.

"Geez, that poor bastard. You drop your pants for his friend behind his back everyday, but don't even let him see you naked."

"Hey, he saw me naked!"

"He did, did he?"

"Well, once. We got wet in the rain, so we had to take our clothes off back at his place and his parents were out. I was hanging my clothes all over to dry, yeah, bra, pants, everything, you should have seen him, he didn't know what to do. I had to tell him to get undressed. We went into the shower to warm up, he was too scared to touch me even, so I just got on my knees and gave him a blowjob. He lost it pretty quick."

"Do you swallow?"

"Yeah, but I'd done that to a couple of guys by then, so it wasn't a big deal, not to me at least, he was pretty impressed though."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, a couple of guys by then? Who else had you been blowing?"

"Well, that other guy, of course...and one of his flatmates."

"Flatmates? I thought you didn't touch them?"

"I didn't, not really, and I said I didn't fuck them, though that was just good luck."

"What do you mean?"

"One night round at that other guy's house we came back really drunk. That guy's just walked in and crashed on his bed. I was trying to watch TV out on the sofa cause my head was spinning so bad whenever I closed my eyes. The younger flatmate came out of his room and sat on the floor next to where I was. I guess he was trying to talk to me or something, I had no clue. I'm face down laid out on the sofa half sleeping, half mumbling, and he reaches around and pulls my pants right off in one hit -- I mean pants and pants, nothing on from the waist down. He just pulled them off, without saying anything, least I don't think he did. I had absolutely no energy. I didn't want him to do it, but I had no fight in me at all, I was just too tired. Then I hear his zip go and his jeans drop and I thought 'here we go, he's going to take me from behind'. As I said, I really didn't want to be fucked by this guy, but I was so tired he could have had me right there, I'd have just taken it from him. I felt him push open my thighs and thought for sure it was coming. But he scared the shit out of me by shoving his face between my legs and licking."

"You'd not had that before?"

"Oh, yeah, that other guy would do it, but I just wasn't expecting it, you know? So, I thought, he was maybe just getting me wet, that he was going to do me after, so when he pulled his face away again I'm thinking 'here it comes' and I lift my ass up a bit to take it. Instead he pulls me to the floor, sticks his ass end up near my face and goes down on me again. I get the picture and start blowing him. Ten minutes later I'm left sopping wet and he's halfway down my throat losing sperm. I didn't even taste it, half of it ended up in my lungs. Then he runs off to his room leaving me on the floor half naked and still coughing up sperm."

"Geez. So what did you do?"

"Nothing to do, I crawled back up to the sofa and fell asleep."

"With no pants on...?"

"Well, it hardly mattered, there wasn't anyone there who hadn't seen me naked every second day and by then two of the three of them had been up my cunt in one way or another. Funny thing was, when I woke up I was actually being fucked from behind like I'd expected the night before, and of course I think it's the young guy come to finish me off, yeah, but it was that other guy."

"Other guy as in the guy you were seeing?"

"Yeah, and of course clever me says 'oh, its you' as if I was surprised. So he looks over at the young guy, who is standing there watching us fuck as he always seemed to do and he just gives his head a big shake."

"Who?"

"The young guy. I think that guy suspected, but just couldn't believe it could happen, which technically was true, but only cause that young guy didn't have the sense to fuck when he could."

Jon thought she sounded just a bit disappointed.

"You know," said Jon "fucking you without a condom sounds good. But I'm not sure its such a good idea given all the strange sperm you've had in you."

"Hey, it was only ever that one guy, and anyway I've been tested twice this year and its been more than a year since...well, it's been a while since."

"Really?" said Jon. He pulled straight out of her cunt, took his left hand to the condom, ripped it off and plunged back into her.

"Hey, what about you?" Therese screamed. Jon ignored her. Enough talking, he was as hard as he'd ever been. With slimy cunt walls grabbing directly at his cock, this girl was going to get slam-fucked, then pregnant, if it was possible given her year of sperm without conception. Therese found herself swept up in a frenzy. Her ankles were behind her ears, she was sent up to ride like a cowgirl, she was flipped over and pummeled until her breasts bruised from jiggling.

The sperm went into her with her hips in the air and her face in the pillow, filling her womb like a water-balloon.

"Keep your ass up there." Jon told her as he pulled out of her depths "Don't lose any, let your body absorb it."

He was still chiseled marble. He crawled up to where Therese had her face in the pillow. He was lacquered in cunt juice and sperm. Therese knew what he wanted. Keeping her ass in the air, she moved over and began to clean him, like a cat cleans its kittens. 

"How wong do I neeb to keeb my ass in za air?" she asked with her mouth full.

"Hold on, a bit longer."

She cleaned him til he was small and her knees hurt from holding her backside up.

"OK, stand up." Jon told her.

She stood and nothing dripped out.

"OK, very good." he said and she lay back down, exhausted.

"You're not going to fuck me again, are you." she said as a statement, not a question.

"Tonight? Sure I will."

"Yeah, okay, I'm not talking about tonight, I'm talking about you coming back here again."

"No, probably not."

"Hmmm." Therese looked down at his penis and cupped it in her hand, realizing just how much she had missed having a stiff one inside her.

"Maybe if I miss out one night I could give you a call." Jon suggested, not very helpfully "Or if you like, I could tee you up with some of my friends, I'm sure some of them would love to get into the pants of a beautiful young woman like you."


How Many First Times are There?



[I preface my stories because I have received complaints that I don't always write stories that fit people's ideas about how a story ought to go. This story is about three sisters and the extended family connected to them. The category says "First Times, Memories & stories of people's first times". It doesn't specify First Times doing what. It contains discussion about teaching their young daughters about periods. It contains hetero sex between the sisters and their husbands, oral sex between two of the sisters and two husbands they aren't married to. It also contains the details of a secret. The story is set in Southern California.]

*

Almost all our friends know what I do. They don't all say it the way I do, but they know. When I was in college years ago my own mother asked me what I was going to be when I graduated. I said I was becoming a sex educator and therapist. A year later I had graduated and started working within the local school system as an educator. Mom told everyone who asked that I taught high school. 

On my own I discovered that telling anyone I was a sex therapist ended almost any chance I had with a nearby woman. I did finally meet one who wasn't put off by what I did. She was a physical education teacher at a neighboring high school and had put up with misconceptions about her life too.

We dated for months, got to be really good friends and on one of our monthly camping/hiking trips we decided to move in together. In the phone call she made to tell her mother we were moving in together her mother asked what I did for a living.

"Mom, he teaches for the district. He teaches the health and sex ed classes."

There was a long pause in the conversation and I never did find out what her mother said. When the call was over I asked about it and she said, "She's decided she likes you. You aren't a lesbian."

"Oh, but I am. Lesbians like women. I like women. Generally, lesbians are more oral in their sexuality and so am I."

"I've noticed. Let's not have that discussion with my mother. Ok?"

I nodded. Six months later I met mom. We were invited to her home for Thanksgiving dinner. I met the whole family. Jo, my lady, has two sisters who are a bit more traditional than she is. Carol, the oldest married the guy she dated all through high school while they were in their sophomore year of college. They now have two daughters. Next in line is Patricia, who got a teaching degree and taught second grade for ten years. After teaching four years she married a man who is now an administrator for an insurance company. They have two daughters. Every Sunday the whole clan sit together as an extended family in church in the same pew with Mom and Dad. Jo and I are missing. 

During the Thanksgiving meal Carol asked Jo, "What do you guys do on the weekends?"

"We hike, go camping, explore things we can recommend to parents, and lots of other things." Jo said.

Carol's husband said, "When I was a kid we went camping as a family. It was lots of fun. Where do you go?"

"We went to Sturdevant Falls two weeks ago. It was just a trickle this time of year but it was still fun."

"I went there as a kid. We went swimming in the pool."

The sisters had not gone camping as children. From mom's comments she thought camping was dirty and girls should be clean. Carol's husband, Jack, asked me to keep in touch with our hiking and camping plans.

Jo warned me on the way home that Carol would never allow the girls to go camping. Carol shared her mother's opinion about dirt.

Two weeks later we planned our next camping trip. We wanted to go out to Twenty-nine Palms and camp at Joshua Tree National Monument. It would be cold at night but the sky would be spectacular. I called Jack and told him of our plan. He told Carol during dinner with their family and their girls wanted to go. One of their girls was interested in astronomy and even had a telescope. He called me back and we made plans to go together. Carol had not decided if she would go.

She went. I did most of the cooking and Jo, Jack and I set up camp. We brought extra blankets, good air mattresses and made sure everyone brought lots of clothes to layer. The campground was almost empty. When it got dark we set up the telescope and looked at the sky. We started by looking at the moon. At about ten Janice, their ten year old, saw a shooting star. It was the first one she had ever seen. Ten minutes later her sister saw one too. Then I helped them see a satellite passing over us. Even Carol got excited about all the things there were to see. None of us went to bed until after one in the morning.

Jo woke me in the morning as she often does when we camp. She wrapped her warm mouth around my morning hard on and quietly drove me crazy. Usually I can just make all the noise I want but with Jo's sister and nieces less than twenty feet away I needed to stay quiet.

After I gave Jo her morning juice she licked her lips and said, "I've had my breakfast. Now we need to feed everyone else." We got up, dressed and exited our tent. There was a thin layer of frost over our campsite. I started the fire and got it going good and strong. Carol came out of their tent and quickly went to the nearby bathroom. I smiled, knowing that when she sat her naked butt on that toilet she would want to scream. That toilet seat was frozen. A few seconds after she went inside I did hear a yelp.

When she came back I had a steaming cup of coffee waiting for her. She accepted it with gratitude. I added eggs to the frying pan along with the potatoes and onions I had already put in. Jo crumbled bacon we had cooked at home into the mix. Jack and the girls were soon out of their tent and hungry.

As we ate we talked. The girls wanted to know when we could go camping again. They wanted to know where as well. Jo had thought ahead and brought one of our camping notebooks. They looked through it and picked a good spot. We sat around the campfire and planned the next family campout.

It was after one in the afternoon when we left Joshua Tree. We had only planned an overnighter for their first trip. The next trip would be a three day, two night trip to a beach near San Diego. We would introduce the girls to hiking on the beach while we were there.

Jo was impressed with how well her sister had done on a campout. On Monday I got a call from Jack. 

"We've got a problem and I don't know what to do." He said.

"Can I help?"

"I hope so. Janice is ten, you know. She's panicky because her best friend started her first period while we were gone, camping. Now she's asking lots of questions and Carol doesn't know what to say."

"And?"

"And... you're the professional! What can we do?"

'Get off the phone. Go to the library and get a book called, "What's Happening to Me?" Sit down as a family and read the book together. It answers ninety-nine percent of her questions. It is illustrated. It does tell the truth. After you read it together hand the book to Janice and Jenna and let them read it by themselves."

"Then what?"

"Carol should go to the store and buy supplies for the first periods. She should show the girls how to use the supplies and give the supplies to the girls."

"Show them?"

"Yes. Show them."

"I'll tell her you said that."

"Tell her I am willing to coach her and you in how to do all this. If it isn't done soon their first periods will be a trauma they don't need."

"Thanks. This being a parent doesn't get easier does it?"

"Yes! When Janice is thirty-three and living somewhere else it will be easier."

"You promise?"

"Yup."

Jo had listened and when I got off the phone she said, "Mom never talked to us. My best friend in sixth grade showed me. The very next day I started. I was surprised but not scared. When I asked my sisters they both said that when they started they thought they were dying."

"That is so unnecessary."

"Mom never talked about s-e-x either."

"You discovered it on your own?"

"Not really. I knew sex had something to do with making babies so I didn't want to do anything that might make babies. I talked with the older girls at school. They introduced me to no-risk sex."

"No risk?"

"Eating pussy carries no risk of pregnancy."

"So your introduction to sex was an introduction to lesbian sex?"

"Yes. Our whole field hockey team would get together after practice and go crazy. Word got out somehow and the boys at the school started calling all of us lez or bitches. I wasn't a lez but I was terrified of boys."

"I wouldn't ever want to be a teen again. It's so stressful."

"If I could go back now, and keep my knowledge from now... I think I could really enjoy being a teen."

"Hmmmm, maybe."

At school I taught the sex ed classes and again was confronted by knowing that the district wanted the classes taught when the girls were eleven, after twenty percent had already had a period.

The weekend beginning Christmas vacation the two families drove to San Diego County and camped at the beach. Jo and I arrived first and set up camp. When Jack, Carol and kids arrived I already had dinner cooking in my Dutch oven and dessert in a slightly smaller one. The kids and Jack explored the area until it was nearly dark and then we ate. Carol didn't say much at all, even during dinner.

By nine the girls were bundled up by the fire and we adults were in our camp chairs also by the fire.

Janice spoke up. "Uncle Nick, can I ask you some questions?"

"Sure. I may not know the answers. I don't know the capitol of Nebraska."

Jenna answered, "Lincoln."

"Dad got us this book." Suddenly I knew which book and where this conversation was going. "And we read it. I still have questions."

I turned to Carol and Jack, "What do you want me to do here?"

"As I understand it our job is to make sure they learn the truth. Since we are so uncomfortable, you can teach them."

"If you will." Carol added.

"Ok, Janice ask."

"Where does the blood come from before it leaks out of me?"

"Do you still have the book?"

Jenna flew to the tent and came back with the book and a flashlight. We talked about all their questions and I put the answers in a form they could understand. The book is really good, but some kids need a little more help. All kids need it reinforced, too.

Janice got up and went to the tent and came back with a small bag. She held it out to me. "Mom says these are for me to use when the time comes. I don't know what to do with them."

"Did she show you?"

"No. She gave me the bag..."

"And she gave me one too," Jenna said.

Jo took the bag from Janice. She took them items out and looked them over. "Wait right here." She said. She went in our tent and came back out with a bag of her own. "Girls, follow me."

Jack, Carol and I stayed in our chairs. Jo, Janice and Jenna walked to the ladies bathroom. I looked at Carol and asked, "Aren't you wondering what they are doing?"

"Yes, but I'm embarrassed."

"Go. Whatever Jo shows them they will have questions tomorrow. Go. Share in the education."

She got up and went. They were gone almost half an hour. When they came back the energy between them was very different. Carol and her girls went into their tent. Jo came to us and sat down. She took my hand and Jack's and softly said, "I think it would be best if the girls all slept together tonight."

We nodded and she joined Carol and the girls in their tent. It wasn't even ten and the fire was dying, the campground was quiet and only the sounds of the surf and the occasional pop from the fire were heard.

Jack and I sat in silence until eleven or so and then I put out the fire and we went to bed. 

The day began with Jo and Carol making breakfast. After we cleaned up the site and went for a family walk. We walked two miles north on the beach, looking at birds, seaweed, rock outcroppings and we even saw a sea lion. Carol was more interested in the huge beach front homes we passed than the wildlife. Just before we turned to walk back Carol saw a woman walk to the edge of her deck and look out at the ocean. The woman was nude. Janice and Jenna saw her too and asked, "How come that woman and Jo don't have any hair down there?"

Jack and I didn't say anything, we just slowed down and let the women answer. I would have liked to listen in, but I didn't.

Jo caught up with us a few minutes later. I asked, "So why do you and that woman not have any hair?"

"Because eating pussy is so much better when there isn't any hair in the way."

Jack's head turned to look at Jo so fast I thought he hurt himself. Jo smiled at him and said, "Some women find it easier to be clean without any hair."

"Last night, you showed them didn't you?"

"Yup. As it happens I started my period yesterday. It wasn't a sterile demonstration. They now know that I'm bleeding and I won't die. When I headed for the bathroom this morning Janice followed me and wanted to see again. Now, when her time comes she is ready.

Jack stopped and said, "You actually showed my daughters your... down there?"

"No, Jack. I showed them my vagina, my vulva, a pad and a tampon. I showed them how to use each one and we talked about why I use what I use."

"Oh, God. Carol must have been so embarrassed."

"Actually, she was, at first. Then she got past that. She saw how important it was to her daughters and she undressed and showed them on her. We may be sisters but we aren't exactly the same."

"Yeah, one of you shaves." Jack said.

"Not the only difference." Jo turned and went back with Carol and the girls. Being the experienced camper I had a cell phone in my pocket. I took it out of the waterproof bag in my pocket and made a call. The guy promised they would deliver to site twenty-eight at exactly one o'clock.

At ten until one we were back in camp and the ladies went to the bathroom. When they returned Jack and I were enjoying pizza. They joined us and we enjoyed lunch together. Clean up was easy, we put the empty boxes in the fire pit.

It was too cool to swim but warm enough for some sun bathing. Janice was still self-conscious about her budding chest so when she went to the beach she wore a t-shirt over her suit. Jo went and sat with the girls. Jack and I went for a walk.

"Do I ever get them back?" He asked.

"Not the way they were. They are changing from girls into women. Everything changes. By the way, with both Carol and Jo on their periods and it being a full moon tonight Janice just might start tonight."

"Isn't that old wives tales?"

"Yup. Accurate old wives tales."

He was quiet for a long time. When he decided to speak he stopped walking. I stopped and waited.

"Does Jo like you to eat pussy?"

"God, yes! And I love doing it."

"Carol won't let me anywhere near her."

"I've met her mother. I'd be pretty sure Carol's Dad never tasted her Mom, either."

"Rather than making me feel better it makes me feel worse for both of us."

"Yeah. Jo is the freest of the sisters, that's for sure."

"That reminds me, Carol and Patricia have been talking. Specifically about missing church and about camping."

"Are we going to Hell?"

"No. I think Patricia and family would like to be invited along. They just feel bad about leaving Mom and Dad alone at church."

"We can arrange a trip for a Thursday, Friday, Saturday and all sit in the pew on Sunday."

"You and Jo, too?"

"Sure. Not every Sunday but often enough that Mom might just think she is winning the battle against heathens."

We went back to the site and looked at calendars and made a call to Patricia's husband Paul. He was a good guy and took to the idea of camping with us as a great idea. We let him know we were looking at certain dates as possible dates to include them in a campout. He suggested that Carol talk to Patricia about it.

When the ladies returned from the beach they saw the calendars and maps out and wanted into the discussion. We acted like we had just started talking and over the next hour they decided that the weekend they didn't know we picked was the best one for the next campout. Carol even had the idea of inviting Patricia and family.

Jo was in charge of dinner. She taught Carol, Janice and Jenna how to make Jambalaya in the Dutch oven. It was one of our favorite camping meals. Rice, ground turkey, veggies and spices. They piled the charcoal on the Dutch oven and relaxed while it cooked. Jack and family had never eaten Dutch oven cooking before we took them camping. That first meal turned them into big fans of Dutch oven cooking. I don't know if it was the stew or the peach cobbler that convinced them.

Now Jack's girls could make a Dutch oven dinner. Over dinner they talked about buying some new camping gear. We advised them about where to get good stuff without paying top dollar.

Jack and I shared the tent again that night. At about four I was awakened by hushed voices and the sound of the tent zipper on the ladies tent. All four of them went to the bathroom. Janice had started her period.

Jack sat up and whispered, "What's going on?"

"Your girl just started her period. Go back to sleep."

We did. When I woke up breakfast was ready. Janice kept looking around like she expected people to be able to tell she was different. She was also afraid her Dad would say something. He didn't.

We went for another walk. Carol walked beside Jack and held his hand. After a while he said, "Welcome back."

She squeezed his hand and said, "You do understand how important all this is, don't you?"

"Yeah. Nick, splained it to me."

"You get something out of it too."

"What's that?"

"I shaved this morning." She smiled up at him. He stopped walking and pulled her close.

"You shaved?"

"Yes! No nicks or cuts either. I'm as smooth as a baby down there, just for you."

"God! Are you going to let me touch you?"

"Better than that. Jo and I have been talking, a lot. When my period is over we are going to play. Jo has volunteered to baby sit while we play. Lights on, and everything!"

"God, I love your sister!"

"Save it for me!"

She ran off to rejoin the girls. Jack looked at me like someone had slapped him.

"Did she just promise me what I think she promised me?"

"If I were you I'd spend the next three days limbering up my pussy eating muscles."

"Shit! I didn't think of that! I'm in trouble."

Jo slid up beside us and asked, "Why would you be in trouble?"

Before he thought, he answered, "Because I've never eaten pussy."

"Nothing to it. Once you're past the smell, you've got it licked." She paused. Jack couldn't believe what she had said. "It's just something I heard when I was in high school."

"Seriously. I may only get one shot at this. If I screw it up I won't be invited back."

"Hmmmm. I have an idea. Just relax, I'll think it over." She kissed me with tongue and a sparkle in her eyes and went back to her sister.

"What will she do?" Jack asked.

"I have no idea."

Back at our site Jack and I sat and popped a beverage. The girls changed clothes and went down to the beach. We could see them from where we sat. Jo walked up to us and asked, "Nick do you love me?"

"Yes!"

"Unconditionally?"

"Yes!"

"So, no matter what I do, you will still love me?"

"Yup."

"Jack, I just talked to Carol. She wants this to happen. I'm going to take you in the tent and teach you to eat pussy. You only get one lesson. Pay attention. When I cum, the lesson is over. The second lesson you'll get from Carol. Ok?"

He turned to me, "Are you Ok with this?"

"Yes. She's a good teacher. Pay attention and you'll do great."

"How long does this take?"

"If you are a really good student it could take an hour."

"Jo, where is Carol?" I asked.

"In the bathroom, cleaning herself."

"For lesson two?"

"No, Nick. For her lesson number one, with you." Jo smiled at me.




How Many First Times are There?



Jack looked at me hard for a long time. "No fucking."

"The lessons are about eating pussy. How to give and how to receive."

Jo took Jack's hand and pulled him inside the tent. I heard the zipper close and him saying, "What do I do first?"

A few seconds later I heard Carol's voice say, "What do I do first?"

I got up and took her inside the other tent. I put a towel over a pillow and helped her undress. I kissed her mouth and after the initial shock of kissing someone not Jack she warmed into it. Three kisses later she pulled my t-shirt up and over my head. My hand went to her vulva and I touched her newly shaved pussy. She moaned into my mouth.

A finger slid along her lips and I felt slipperiness. I helped her onto her back with her ass on the towel covered pillow. Jo had been very right when she said they might be sisters but were not the same. Carol had large puffy lips and I was sure that when I sucked them they would stretch.

"You just lay there and enjoy. I am here for your pleasure. All my pleasure is in giving pleasure to you."

My position between her legs let me lean just a little and kiss the insides of her thighs. At the first kiss her hands grabbed my head and her legs clamped on my head.

I waited. She relaxed and I kissed closer to the treasure. I was in no hurry. When I touched her slit with my tongue the first time her hips came up and she thrust her bald pussy at me. My tongue thrust inside her lips.

I explored her. Her lips did stretch when I sucked them. She produced lots of sweet nectar as my tongue and fingers touched her. I found and pulled on her breasts and nipples as I ate her.

"When you like what I'm doing. Tell me. More, stronger, deeper, faster, lighter, slower."

Over the next while she found and I found things that had her say each of those words. Finally, she said what I wanted to hear.

"Please, Nick, make me cum!"

I pointed my tongue and touched her clit.

"Oh, Jesus! What did you do?"

I did it again.

"I feel sparks! Oh sweet Jesus!"

As fast as I could I touched her clit with my tongue. Light touches, fast flicks. He legs tightened and her hips came up. I felt the muscles in her vagina tighten. My signal.

I sucked her clit and pinched her nipples at the same times.

"I'm... I'm dying!" She screamed. Her body froze in an arch and trembled. My face was flooded with her juices. Just as suddenly she relaxed and held still.

I wiped my face on the towel. I wiped her pussy and noticed she wasn't quite done with her period. I smiled. I had never been put off by a period.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me up beside her. She molded her body to mine. Hers was naked and I was still dressed.

"Would Jo be angry if you fucked me?"

"No. Jack would. Did you learn anything?"

"Yes. I have nerves down there I didn't know anyone had. I know not to stay quiet! I know to put a towel down."

"Good points. Sometimes I eat Jo and then we go to sleep. Sex isn't always about an ejaculation."

"Aren't you hard?"

"Of course I am. That doesn't make it a requirement that I have to cum."

"Oh!" Her body shook from an aftershock.

"Good orgasms often are followed by aftershocks. Sometimes they are also followed by more eating, nibbling, kisses and playing with body parts."

"Could you eat me some more, please?"

"I didn't make the rules for today. Your sister did. She and I are in charge of your first lesson. Your first cum ends lesson one. Lesson two you share with Jack."

I heard the moan from the other tent that told me lesson one had just ended in that tent. It got louder and louder and I knew Jack had a good lip lock on Jo's clit. Seconds later she said, "Stop Jack! Enough!"

I kissed Carol's breast and she curled her arm around my head, holding me to her chest.

"How do I go back to not liking you after this?"

"You don't. We become the best possible friends ever. You stop going to church every Sunday, we go once in a while and we smile a lot.

We got up, dressed and as I started the zipper Carol said, "I'd better air out the tent. It smells in here."

When we stepped outside Jo and Jack were tying the widows open on the other tent. We laughed. Jack and I got Cokes from the ice chest and sat down. Jo took Carol by the hand and they headed for the bathroom.

We followed. We went into the men's side and stood by the wall between the sides.

Jo asked, "Do you like it?"

"I wanted more! I've never been so turned on in my life! Is Nick like that all the time?"

"Pretty much. He figured out early that he didn't want to be a Dad at sixteen and he wanted to be popular. He peeked on his older sister and her boyfriend. She sucked him off and he ate her. He blackmailed her into teaching him how to do it. He's always been a good student. By the way, Jack is an exceptional student."

"Oh, good. How soon can I take him on?"

"Anytime the girls aren't watching. Did you fuck Nick?"

There was a pause. "I wanted to. It only seemed fair. We didn't."

"It's Ok. I knew I would want Jack too. It wouldn't be right without talking to them about it first."

"You're Ok that I want Nick?"

"You're Ok that I want Jack?"

They giggled. "We better clean up and get back."

We went back to our chairs and sat down. When they came out of the bathroom Jack asked, "How do you feel?"

"It's a good feeling, being wanted."

"Jo is really sexy."

"So is Carol and very different from Jo."

During dinner my cell rang. It was Jo's Mom. Dad had fallen and was in Hollywood Presbyterian Hospital. We were on the road within forty minutes. Jo rode with Jack and Janice. Carol and Jenna rode with me. Half way my cell rang again and I gave it to Carol. She asked me to turn to the shoulder and we put the girls in my car with their momma.

At the hospital Jack, Paul and I became watchdogs. Jo and Carol did everything to take care of Mom and their Dad. Patricia had a notebook and every time a nurse did vital signs or said anything, she made notes. Jack, Paul and I went to get coffee, snacks for the girls and any other errand one of the women could think of.

By dinner time we knew what Dad's status was. He had slipped on the front porch after he had washed it down with a hose, broken his right ankle and sprained his lower back. The ankle would take two months to heal. The back would have him on muscle relaxers and pain pills for weeks.

Patricia told Paul to take their girls home. She would be going home with Mom. Jack and Carol would go home and Carol would go to Mom's the next day. Jo and I would check in often. 

During the time Dad was in the hospital some things happened. While Carol stayed with Mom her Mom walked in on her while she was in the shower. She saw that Carol shaved. It was embarrassing conversation but Carol told the truth and Mom didn't die.

Two days later Patricia stayed with Mom and Mom told her about Carol and Jo. As soon as Patricia got home she called Carol.

"Mom told me about seeing you naked."

"Did she tell you about the conversation we had?"

"Not really. She was too embarrassed. Did you shave down there?"

"Yes! Is that all she told you?"

"She hinted there was more."

"Patricia, I need to ask you a question. I want the truth. Has Paul ever licked your pussy?"

"What? No."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. He never tried."

"Jack never tried either. When we were camping with Jo and Nick Janice saw that Jo was shaved..."

"Your daughter saw Jo naked?"

"Yes. She was showing Janice what to do when her period came."

"Janice is too young for that."

"She's already had her first. I'm grateful that Jo showed my girls what to do."

"She's already had a period?"

"Yes, and it was Ok. She wasn't scared. Anyway, she saw Jo and wanted to know why she shaved. She said that some women find it easier to feel clean if they shave. When we were alone she told me her real reason, she loves it when Nick eats her pussy and she shaves so the hair won't get in his way."

"So, you shaved. Did you get Jack to eat you, too?"

"Yes! Oh Patricia, it is so good! I cannot believe we went so many years without that pleasure."

"Well, I'm not inviting Paul between my legs like that! That is gross!"

"I thought that. I was wrong."

Two days later Patricia was on the phone talking to Jo. Her daughters were a year younger than Janice and Jenna. She was concerned about them having their periods start and being scared. Jo told her what I had done and what she and Carol had done for Janice and Jenna. Patricia went to the library that afternoon. A week later she called Jo again and said she had read the book but couldn't bring herself to sit down with her girls and read it with them.

Jo told her she wanted my advice and when I got home she told me about her call with Patricia. I called Paul.

"Hey. How's it going Paul?"

"Ever lived in a house with three women?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. What sweet memories those are. But, what's going on that makes it tough for you right now?"

"Not the girls. It's Patricia. Seems like ever since her Dad got hurt she's been worried about something and she won't talk about it."

"Oh. Well, Jo and I want you to come over for a bbq. Friday night is Carol's night with Mom and Dad so why don't you guys come over? I'll cook some hamburgers, some chicken, corn on the cob and maybe even some dessert."

"Sounds great to me. Let me talk it over with Patricia and I'll get back to you tonight."

When I got off the phone I went to the calendar. The full moon was on Thursday of next week. Jo and I made a shopping list for the bbq and within an hour the phone rang. Jo answered. It was Patricia.

"What are you two up to?"

"A bbq."

"There is more."

"Yes, there is. We have a movie we want to share with your girls. It isn't about periods. Nick got it for his students at school as a reward for everyone in the class passing a test. They loved the movie! We both think your girls will love it too."

"What's it called?"

"Akeela and the Bee."

"Oh. Well, what shall we bring?"

"A small salad. You and I will probably be the only ones eating salad so don't make a big one."

She accepted our invitation. On Friday we bought the supplies and started the bbq right after we got home. By five-thirty Paul, Patricia and their girls were in our back yard and the meat was almost done. Patricia's salad was big enough for the Ladies Aide Society . Paul and I forced ourselves to eat some of it. When dinner was over I started the movie for the girls and the adults sat back out at our picnic table.

It didn't take long and Jo got the conversation to periods. Paul was very uncomfortable. He stood and said he was going inside to be with the girls.

"No, Paul, you aren't. This is a part of being a parent of girls that must be faced. The dangers in ignoring it are huge and traumatic." I said. He sat back down.

We talked long and pointedly about what stopped Patricia from reading the book with her daughters. Paul had never even seen the book. Jo went to my car and brought back a copy. We read it together. At least ten times Paul said, "I didn't know that."

Patricia turned eleven shades of red as we read the book. When we were done she asked, "You showed Janice and Jenna?"

"Showed?" Paul echoed.

"Yes. Can you think of a better, faster way to show them that we have periods too and we don't die?"

"But, it's gross."

"Paul, have you ever seen Patricia when she is having a period?"

"I see her every day."

"Have you ever seen her vulva on a day when she is having a period?"

"No, he hasn't." Patricia answered.

"Then how can you say how gross it is?"

"Patricia says it's gross."

"It is as normal and natural as peeing. You do know that Patricia and your girls pee?"

"Yes."

"And you know that someone taught them about wiping so they don't cause infections?"

"Huh?"

Patricia blushed again and said, "He wasn't around when I taught them that."

"It's time for the next lesson. We see more and more girls each year starting their periods in third grade. Eight, nine and ten year olds. They need to be ready."

"Carol and I showed Janice and the next night she woke us up, took us with her to the restroom and showed us she knew what to do. No fear, no trauma. She was so proud of herself."

"So, you want me to show my girls my body?"

"Yes! It is the most effective teaching tool available for this lesson. You can begin by reading the book together, as a family. Then give the book to the girls and wait a week. After a week it's up to you, Mom. Dad doesn't have the parts for showing how to take care of a period." I said.

"When that day comes, I'll come over and we'll both show them. It is a part of the female bonding that happens when women share." Jo said.

"I'll take your word for it." Paul said.

"On that day you can come over and we'll watch some sports on TV."

"Sports? Paul doesn't like sports."

"I have a mud wrestling DVD."

"I'll be here!" We laughed.

"Men are gross." Patricia said as we all laughed.

After Paul took his family home Carol called. She talked with Jo for almost an hour. Her thrust was that Dad was frustrated being cared for like an invalid by all these women. Jo asked what I thought Jack, Paul and I could do for him.

"I know something he likes and doesn't even want his wife to know about. Let me get the boys together and we'll take care of him."

"What is it?"

"A great secret. He doesn't want any of you to know about it."

"How do you know about it?"

"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you to keep you from telling. I won't tell cause then I'd miss you too much."

"Patricia's right. Men are gross." She went into the kitchen and left me alone. I called Paul and Jack. They agreed to meet me for lunch the next day.

Jo was quiet when we went to bed. I could tell she wanted to find a way for me to spill the secret but she couldn't think of how. I smiled to myself.

At Red Lobster the next day Jack and Paul were waiting for me when I arrived. Over a great lunch I shared my plan with them. We laughed and laughed over how simple it was and how much we thought Dad would love it. We agreed to put it into operation Friday night. I realized that the women would be on their periods and a night out was called for, anyway.

Back in my office I called Dad.

"Nick, how are you?"

"I'm calling to enroll you in a game. You have a little time to listen?"

"Yeah. I'm alone for the next hour or so. Helen went to have her hair done or something."

I told him about our plan. He laughed so hard I thought he might re-injure himself. He loved the plan and the secret. He knew how to play his role and wanted all of us to dress up for the evening. Suits were his plan. I knew that would further mislead the women and so I agreed and said I would tell Paul and Jack. We agreed to meet at Dad's and use Paul's mini-van for transportation.

That night all the women knew some big secret was out there and none of them knew what it was. At nine my phone rang. It was Dad, laughing.

"Secrets are a bitch if you don't know them!" he said.

"I agree. What's up?" 

He told me and I howled! It was perfect! We would meet at his house at six, be met by a limo at six-thirty and go from there by limo. Mom would see all of us laughing, dressed up and getting into a limo. We would park so her car was blocked in and she couldn't follow us.

After the call Jo said, "You guys are too damn smug. Something doesn't smell right."

"You're right. Really, there is no secret. We are just picking Dad up and taking him out to dinner with just guys, tomorrow night. We just haven't ever done it as the men of the family and we're enjoying it."

"That is such Bullshit!"

All the next day at school I worked with students and parents with real and imagined problems. Some were tragic and some were funny but not to the students or their parents. When the day was over I drove home and set about getting ready for the big night out. I showered, shaved, used aftershave, polished my shoes, wore my best suit, blue shirt and dark blue tie. When Jo came home I was dressed except for the coat. She looked me over and liked what she saw, except for not knowing what I was up to.

"You haven't kept secrets from me before. Why now?"

"I promised your Dad. You don't want me to break a promise to your Dad, do you?"

"No." She lied.

When I left she made a feeble attempt to talk me out of going, she even offered me her body if I'd stay. I told her to be naked in bed when I got home and we would play.

"Can't. I started my period yesterday."

"I know. So did Patricia, Carol and Janice." I stepped out the door and left.

Dad was sitting in a wheelchair when I got to his home. His wife, Helen, had worked hard getting him into a suit when he wasn't supposed to stand on his healing ankle. She expressed lots of misgivings about our outing. How would we get him in and out of the mini-van? How would he get in, wherever we were going? Would he eat properly? We weren't going to get him drunk or anything?

I parked right close to their garage door, effectively trapping her car inside next to his Buick. She didn't notice. Paul parked his mini-van behind my car. He had taken the second seat out of the mini-van making it look like we had plenty of room for the wheelchair.

Jack parked at the curb. We were all dressed in black suits, blue shirts and different colored ties. At exactly six-thirty a limo pulled into the drive and stopped. I rolled Dad out and we helped him inside. The driver tucked the chair in the trunk and we were off. Helen stood in the drive with her mouth open, watching us drive away.

The driver knew where he was going. At the nearest on-ramp to the freeway he got on and within ten minutes had changed freeways twice. He drove us to a wonderful restaurant in Newport Beach, Las Brisas. They were waiting for us and served us an incredible meal of fresh seafood out on their patio overlooking the Pacific. During the meal we had pictures taken with various of the restaurant staff. We took our time. We told stories, shared our moment of male bonding and just before ten we were back on the road home. 

It was midnight or just after when I parked in our garage. As I walked past Jo's car I put my hand on the hood. Still warm.

The lights were out and our place quiet when I entered. I made my way to our bedroom and as soon as I opened the door the lights came on. Jo sat in the middle of our bed wearing a dark blue t-shirt. One of mine. Her legs were covered by the sheet. She had not been asleep.

"Ok. I want the whole story and I want it now!"

"No way. I promised."

"We know how to get you to talk."

"I doubt it."

"All three of us are making the same offer to each of you right now. The one who tells, gets the reward."

"The reward?"

"The first one to tell us everything gets to fuck all three of us!"

"One at a time or all in the same night?"

"I told them you would ask. Either way. Your choice."

"Day time or night time?"

"Either. Lights on or off."

"Do I get to eat all three of you as much as I want?"

"Within a twenty-four hour period, all you want."

"What if we all tell and you don't believe us?"

"You have to prove your story."

"Do we all three get all three of you?"

"No. Only the first."

"Forget it! If we all don't get all of you I'll end up hating the one who gets all of you. I'd tell if the reward was that all three of us gets sex with all three of you." I hadn't told her that we had discussed this at considerable length. Dad abstained for the conversation.

"Ok. I can get them to agree."

"When?"

"When what?"

"When will the three of you share your bodies with the three of us?"

"Soon."

"Next weekend, camping."

"Not with four young girls around!"




How Many First Times are There?



"I can get Grandma and Grandpa to watch the girls. They can go to church together."

"While their parents are out screwing each other."

"I prefer to think of it as a weekend brunch."

"OK! Done."

"Call them. Put them on speakerphone and agree."

Jo discovered the other men were on the same page as I was. Patricia didn't want to go along. I said, "Ok. The secret remains a secret. Brothers, stay firm. If they break us now we are finished forever." I hit the button and disconnected.

There was nothing to say. I undressed, showered and got into bed. I kissed Jo a loving kiss with no expectations. We turned and went to sleep. The next day was filled with errands, phone calls and frustration for the ladies. I got three calls from Dad, who was enjoying the game a lot.

Jo spoke to Patricia in the morning and Patricia called her back in the afternoon. Carol spoke with her sisters more than three times during the day. She invited us over for dinner. Jo asked if I wanted to go.

"Sure. Paul and I are getting to be really good friends. Do you want us to bbq?"

She scowled and said we would be there. This time we brought the salad. Paul knew we were coming over so he called Jack and invited them to join us.

We men planned the camping trip over dinner. No mention was made of the possibility of it being a sex weekend. We had picked a nice quiet campground with pretty easy access, nice flat tent sites and a really small parking lot. The entire camp had only four sites. I promised to bring our two tents, Jack had a new tent and Paul borrowed a tent from his brother. It would look like we filled the camp. I called Dad and he agreed that they would take the girls for the weekend. Helen would pick them up from school and we could pick them up on Sunday afternoon.

We asked the ladies to help us plan the menu for the weekend. They picked light stuff, salads, cut up veggies to snack on and grilled veggies with either chicken or fish for dinners. I wrote all that down and wrote shrimp, jambalaya and cobbler as well. 

Friday morning I took the day off after my morning meeting. I packed our SUV and called Jack. He agreed to pick Jo up and bring her. I would go to the campground and take all four sites. On the way I filled our really big (70 quart) ice chest with sodas, beer and a few bottles of wine. 

By four o'clock I had the campground. Back at the road from the highway to the campground I put up a sign telling anyone that the camp was full for the weekend. I stacked the fire pits with charcoal for cooking and firewood for night time comfort. I pulled up my camp chair, opened a beer and sat down to wait. 

A few minutes after four Jo called.

"You are there already?"

"Yup. Camp is set up, fires stacked, a beer is open and I'm just waiting for my beautiful woman to arrive."

"You brought the food?"

"I have it. Our 70 quart ice chest has beverages; the two forty quart chests have salad stuff, meat, condiments, and snacks. I have two boxes of items like matches, paper goods, and the like."

"Ok, then. Jack just knocked so we're on our way. Bye. I love you!"

The phone was dead but I said, "I love you, too" anyway. My hand touched the small box in my pocket and then I put the phone in the same pocket. I had another surprise for Jo.

By a little after five Jack parked next to me and in a few minutes he and Carol had their tent up. They put down a tarp on the ground first and then the tent on top. Jo and I found some good sized rocks for them to use as weights in the tent. The weather report said it might get windy later in the night. No rain in the forecast.

No sooner did Jack pop the top from his first beer and Paul drove in with Patricia. She went directly to the restroom and stayed inside.

Jo and Carol followed her there. Jack and I helped Paul set up their tent.

"What's the story, Paul?"

"She doesn't want to be here. She's angry about the secret. Camping is dirty. She thinks everyone is mad at her because she won't fuck both of you."

"Oh, that," Jack said. We all laughed, just a little, and not loud.

By the time we got the old Coleman tent up and shook it to clear some of the dust out Paul needed a beer. As he opened it he saw all the food and said, lowly, "We may have too much food for three guys camping alone."

"I'm staying." Jack said. "Me, too," I added. Paul looked at both of us and took a drink of his beer. We sat in our camp chairs looking down the road towards the big city. I didn't expect anyone to come down the road after I put the sign up, but stranger things had happened.

Jo came out of the restroom and motioned to me to join her. As I got up Paul whispered, "Good luck. I've seen that look before." I whispered back, "Me too. It means she's horney."

Both men laughed and Jo glared.

When I got close I attempted to put my arm around Jo. She shrugged it off. "You know that Patricia is angry and upset."

"What does that have to do with me putting my arm around you?"

"I'm upset too."

"You are upset on your own or because Patricia is upset?"

"Both!" I stayed quiet. She would tell me what she wanted me to know.

"She thinks you all are mad at her for not wanting sex with all of you. I'm upset because you want sex with my sisters. She's upset because camping is dirty. I'm upset because of how much work the three of us will end up doing this weekend."

"Did I ask for sex with your sisters?"

"No! But you wanted it for all three of you."

"You three had agreed to screw one of us. It was Ok with you to screw Jack or Paul. Have I said anything about that?"

"No! Don't change the subject. Patricia wants to go home."

"I'll get their car keys and she can go. I'll bring Paul home on Sunday. Patricia can go to church with her daughters and Mom and dad." I started to walk towards Paul.

"Stop! Nick, if she goes home, we all go home."

"We all is a collective term. How big a collective is it, exactly?"

"All of us." She waved her arms indicating the men and the ladies room.

"Look, Honey, I'm not going home until Sunday. If you want to go with Patricia and hold her hand while she cries or suffers or whatever she does, you don't need my permission. I see no need or even a request from her that I get anywhere near her. Why would I go to all the preparation for this camping trip, set up camp and then tear it down and go home?"

"Because I ask you to."

"Or?"

"Or what?"

"Exactly. You know my thoughts. Now, tell me why I should pack all this up and go home?"

"My sister is upset. I need to be supportive. You need to be supportive to me."

"You win. Patricia is in charge of the entire family. She needs your moral or emotional support and that means everyone must give up their weekend for her comfort. The thing you say she is upset about in now in large part why she is right. She, Carol and you offered to fuck one of us. She thinks we're angry because she said no. Patricia is a drama queen. I want nothing to do with her. Not because she said no, because she is loving getting the entire family to dance to her tune. You win. I'll start packing and I will go home. You get to decide if I move out after I get home. I am not going to let Patricia dominate my life."

I turned and walked back to the two men seated by the fire pit. "It has been decided that we are not camping. We, all of us, must go home because Patricia is upset. I am packing everything and going home. Paul, I'll help you take down your tent first." 

Paul got up and walked with me to his tent. "I'm really sorry, Nick. I didn't know she would pull this."

"She hasn't they, the three sisters, conspired to have this happen. It will not work, for me. I love Jo more than I can even talk about, but I will not be run by the three of them. On my way home I have lots to think about."

The tent came down easier than it went up. We got it folded and stowed in the trunk of Paul's car before we saw a woman. We went to Jack's tent and helped him finish folding it. Paul helped him carry it to Jack's mini-van. The women reappeared.

I went to the ice chests and began loading them into my SUV. Jack and Paul started folding our two tents. The women watched and did not speak. When the tents were in the SUV and I closed the back our campground looked as if no one had been there, except for the premade fires still unlit.

I gave Jack and Paul hugs and said, "Give me a call on Monday. Maybe, if we ask nicely we can have lunch sometime." I got into my SUV, started it and heard a knock on my window. It was Jo.

"Are you leaving me?"

"Did you come to the dance with me?"

"Yes... no."

"Did you wait over there for me to beg you to come with me or did you decide you wanted to be with me and got in the truck?"

"I wanted you to ask me."

"I ask you, years ago. Live with me, share my life, let me love you. How much invitation do you want?"

Tears flowed down her cheeks. "I don't want you to go."

"This is a joke, right? You stood over there and watched us do what you asked us to do, pack up and now that I'm in the truck and it's in Drive you don't want me to go. Well, Sweetheart, what the hell do you really want?"

"I'm afraid that if you go you'll leave me. You'll move out and I'll be all alone."

"Buy a puppy."

"I don't want a puppy! I want you!"

"Bull! Up until the last three weeks you have treated me as a woman treats a man she loves. I got consideration, love, care and respect. What I want is no longer important. You are in the wrong relationship. What Patricia wants is more important than us. Next time you want someone to hold you in the night, call Patricia. Next time the hot water heater breaks, call Patricia. Next time you want your sweet pussy licked, call her! I won't be available."

She ran in front of the SUV before I could go. I honked the horn. She put her hands on the hood and looked at me with tears on her face. "Please, don't go!" She screamed.

I shut off the truck and got out. Paul, Jack, Carol and Patricia stood back fifty feet or so, watching.

I grabbed Jo's arm and led her back to the crowd. "Sit!" I said. They did. I sat on a log. I looked at Patricia.

"Do you love Jo?"

"She's my sister!"

"That doesn't answer my question. Do you love her?"

"Yes!"

"Do you love Paul?"

"Yes!"

"You caused all the tears flowing down Jo's face. You asked her to choose you over me. She loves me and she loves you. You demanded that she choose you. Ok. You have seniority. I lose. Let her move in with you. I cannot, will not compete. You have ruined two lives because you have to win. I would never be able to face myself as a man if I let you run me like that. You want control so badly that it extends to even the smallest of things. You are the only woman I have ever known who demands that she is always called Patricia. Every other one I have ever known is called Pat. I don't know what your weekend will look like. I know what my plan was." I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out a ring box.

"I was going to ask Jo to marry me. She already said "No" by choosing you." The box went back in my pocket and I turned to walk back to my truck. I heard Paul's voice.

"Pat, you have about twenty seconds before he drives out of our lives. You have that long to fix this! If you don't this could be the most expensive camping trip ever."

At was quiet. I took five more steps. Jo ran past me and jumped into the truck. I smiled. Just as I got to the truck I heard Patricia's voice.

"I am a bitch! Nick, please don't go! You are right. I want control and you took it away from me. Paul never would have kept a secret from me if you hadn't given him the idea. Now, he wants camping. He wants me to shave my pussy! He probably wants me to suck him, too!"

I didn't get in the truck, but I didn't turn around, either.

"My mother is like me. She needs control. Nick took it away from her too. Dad laughs every day because he knows a secret she doesn't. He hopes none of you ever tell. They've been together forty-two years and this is the first time he has had any power."

I got in the truck and closed the door. Jo was in and seat belted in.

"Hey, Nick!" It was Paul's voice. "Can I get a ride with you?"

"No!" Pat screamed. In my side mirror I saw her jump up and hug Paul. He said something, softly and she acted like she had been slapped. She stepped back and he walked to the SUV. He opened the back door and climbed in. I pressed the accelerator and we drove away from the camp. When we were on the highway I asked Paul where he wanted to go.

"Home. I need to pack."

Jo sat quietly and cried. At Paul's home he got out and thanked me for the ride. The last thing he said was, "I'll call you at work on Monday."

Less than a block from Paul I pulled over and shut off the truck. I didn't say anything. Eventually, Jo looked up at me and said, "I am a fool."

"It may not be permanent. Everyone's a fool sometimes."

"Paul is moving out. You are moving out. That sounds pretty permanent to me."

"Have I moved out?"

"No, but that's what you'll do when we get home."

"With a judgment like that where is there room for a conversation about fixing what's wrong?"

"Huh?"

"It's a done deal. I'm already gone in your mind. Paul is already gone. You said so. What if Patricia rushes home and begs him to stay, blows him and begs him to eat her pussy for the rest of the weekend. Could that make a difference?"

"I don't know."

"But you pronounced them dead already and killed us too. If that's what you want, you got it."

"Can I borrow your cell phone?"

I handed it to her and she dialed. "This is Josephine. Shut up! Listen. Get home as fast as you can, tear off your clothes and suck Paul until he fills your mouth with spunk! Then take him to bed and let him have your ass! I know you don't like it! Will you like being divorced and raising two girls alone, better?" Pat talked. Jo interrupted.

"For the first time in your life, let a man be in charge! You may discover you like it! I do."

She hung up. "Stop at a motel, would you?"

"Why?"

"Home is almost a half hour from here and if it's Ok with you, I don't want to wait. I also don't want to be arrested here on Slauson Avenue."

We stopped at the Hilton in downtown Whittier. We made it to the room. An hour later we had another first. First time as an engaged couple. The next day Paul and Pat joined us for breakfast in the hotel dining room and after breakfast we had another few firsts. Our first time watching sisters fucking us. Our first time fucking both sisters on adjoining beds. Their first lessons in giving and receiving oral sex.

Seconds aren't bad either, you know? 



How Many is Too Many



With my work, I often travel to various Asian cities, mostly to Tokyo, Hong Kong, Singapore, Taipei, Bangkok, Manila, etc. where I get to explore some local delicacies. Mostly I hook up with guys on the Internet, they come to my room, and they cum on my face, and go.

I don't need (or want) guys to do anything in return for me. I love it when they sit back and enjoy my service. They can watch TV, read a book, or talk on the phone. The more they enjoy it, the more I like it. That's what I get pleasure out of - giving pleasure, and being used.

For years, I often had more than one guy in one day, but never more than one at the same time. That's mostly because Asian guys don't like to perform in the presence of another Asian guy. That's ok for me.

One time, I hooked up with a Japanese guy in Singapore. I went to his hotel room and started sucking his cock within a minute or two of meeting him :) While he was enjoying the warmth of my mouth, he said if I'd consider serving his friend as well. I said "why not, tell me where he is and I'll go to him too after you're done with me". He said his friend was staying at the same hotel, and he could join us. I'd never tried two guys at once, but I was delighted to be presented the opportunity. So I agreed. He called his friend, talked to him in Japanese. Of course I never let his cock out of my sight, or even out of my mouth while he was talking.

Few minutes later, his friend knocked on the door and the first guy (Rob) told me to get up and open the door for him. I was still wearing underwear (he was naked) so that made sense. I got up, opened the door and invited him in. The second guy (Touri) was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, which quickly disappeared in a few seconds of entering the room.

I went back to Rob and back to work. Soon Touri was standing stark-naked next to me with his cock touching my cheek. It was soft, and I love soft cocks! I love them because I love the feeling of a soft cock getting hard in my mouth! I took it in my mouth, while Rob's was still in my hand, and waited until it got hard, which didn't take long at all. Then he sat next to Rob. I started taking turns on one cock in my mouth while working the other with my hand. They loved it. They were speaking casually in Japanese and laughing (Touri didn't speak much English, just "suck", "bitch", and a few other relevant words :o) and I was enjoying myself with my favourite toy, and not just one, but two!

A little while later, they told me to sit on the floor and rest my back on the couch, and they stood in front of my face. Rob asked me if I liked bukkake. I said I didn't know what that was, and he said they'd teach me. Anyway, I soon found out that bukkake is several guys covering one person with cum. Needless to say, I loved it! My face was dripping with cum. I only wished there was more :)

Rob then told me to go to the bathroom and sit in the bathtub, and that they would help me shower. He told me specifically not to wipe the cum off - not that I was in a hurry to get rid of it :) I was just licking some of it that was around my lips :)

So I went to the bathroom and sat in the bathtub. I was expecting a nice sexy shower with the two guys.

That happened of course, but not quite the way I had imagined. Rob and Touri followed me shortly into the bathroom. They were still naked. Instead of stepping into the bathtub with me, they stood just outside and pointed their now soft(er) cocks towards me. I thought "cool, more sucking", so I offered my face with an open mouth. Within seconds, my face started being showered with warm piss coming from both cocks at once! My first reaction was shock and disgust, but seeing how they enjoyed it, I got into it quickly. They dutifully washed all the cum off my face as promised, while some yellow liquid also found its way in my mouth and even up my nostrils :)

So that was their idea of "helping me shower". Not bad at all!!

After that day, I developed another fantasy: Not just one top Asian guy, but more. Two, three, maybe more! But unfortunately, like I said, that's very hard to come by since most Asian guys dislike the presence of other Asian guys in a sexual context. I just had to do with one guy at a time. Of course, I kept asking them if they'd be interested in a 3some, but no one was - until I met Samuel in Taipei!

Samuel is a successful professional who lives in a nice apartment in Taipei. He's also a very dominant top, which works perfectly for me. I met him on the Internet. Unlike other guys who visit me in my hotel room, he asked me to go to his apartment, which of course I didn't turn down :)

When I arrived, we had a little chit-chat, he offered me a drink, and casually pulled his pants down and pushed my head onto his cock. I sucked it with pleasure. He said he was happy with my style, so he asked me to take my clothes off. We both got naked and I kept sucking his cock in his living room while he was watching TV. When he was close to cumming, I started stroking his cock, but he pulled my head away and told me to slow down. He didn't want to cum. He ordered me to put my head on his lap, and just lay there with his cock in my mouth.

I'm very hairy. Chest, back, shoulders, all covered in hair. Samuel told me he always wanted a dog, but never had one because he didn't want the burden of a dog inside his apartment. So I had to become his dog. Always wondering around on all fours, never talking, and obeying his orders. If he was happy, I could have a bone (!) if not, I got slapped on the ass or the back of the head. We played that game the rest of that day (Saturday). I even sat next to him on the floor while he had his lunch. He fed me by putting some chicken meat directly in my mouth with his hand, and some rice on his cock. Of course I had to lap up the rice myself - and with much hunger! Later in the afternoon, while he was reading a magazine with me on his lap, he blessed me by cumming directly in my mouth and letting me swallow the whole lot.

To continue my serving him, he ordered me to help him shower (not like the other two guys, so don't get any wrong ideas). We both went into the shower, and I washed his body all over. When we came out, I dried him and helped him put his clothes on. Buttoned his shirt up, and put his belt on. I loved being his slave, and I hope he liked my service. He told me he was going out with his friends that night, so I had to leave. I put his shoes on his feet and tied his shoelaces. He asked me if I wanted to go with him to a sex party the following day - as if I'd say no!! So we agreed to meet at his apartment Sunday morning.

Sunday morning, I went back to Samuel's place. This time, he was much more focused on fucking my mouth, unlike Saturday, when he was just relaxing. He immediately sat me on the couch, and got up on it, standing on his knees. He fucked my mouth fiercely and shot his cum down my throat in a few minutes. After thanking him for breakfast (!), I asked whether we were still going to the party, and if so, why didn't he wait till then. He was a little angry with me for questioning his actions like that, so that only resulted in a slap on the face. He said we were going, but a little later.

I spent the next hour or so first helping him shower and get dressed, then sitting on the floor at his feet while he was reading the Sunday paper, watching TV, or talking on the phone. He was talking Mandarin, so I didn't know what it was about.

A little later, his phone rang, he answered, and said we could go. He told me the party was in the same building, 3 floors up. I wanted to ask who else was going and how many people, but I decided to keep quiet remembering his earlier outburst. I was of course very excited and eager to go and play, no matter what :)

We took the elevator and went up and rang the bell. A Taiwanese man in his late 40's opened the door and let us in. He and Samuel exchanged a few words, but there was no other pleasantry. I was a little surprised that Samuel didn't introduce us. The man didn't even smile at me; he was just sizing me up and down. We walked in.

The apartment was the same shape as Samuel's, only symmetrically opposite, since it was facing the other side of the same building. We walked into the living room, where the neighbour (that's how I'll refer to him; I still don't know his name) had a gigantic plasma TV. There was a baseball game on, and 3 other guys watching it. They turned to look at me. Again, there were no introductions or pleasantries exchanged. All the guys were Asian, so I was happy. I was also wondering how many of these guys were tops. Including Samuel, there were now a total of 5 guys, so needless to say, I could hardly contain my excitement.

Samuel went in and sat near the TV in a single lounge chair. So I couldn't sit next to him. I thought I'd go and sit at his feet again, but as was walking towards him, the neighbour pulled my arm and asked me to sit on the 3-seater, next to 2 of the other guys. I did. The third other guy was sitting on the second single-seater opposite Samuel.

The neighbour then disappeared for a minute and came back with a ridiculous red leather (rubber?) g-string. He gave it to me and said something in Mandarin. I asked if he wanted me to put it on. Samuel then said no one spoke English, so I would have to use sign language. Then he said "there won't be much need to talk anyway", and laughed. He said "They've all been told you like to suck cock, so just stick with the plan". I took the g-string and got up. All the other guys were fully clothed, so it felt a little awkward to get naked alone, but I had already decided to go along with it, so I thought I'd walk into the other room and put it on and come back. To my surprise, the neighbour pulled my arm again and told me (in Mandarin) to do it there and then - I think. I looked at Samuel, and he just said "put it on here". So I promptly took all my clothes off, and put the g-string on. I thought it looked a little stupid on my hairy body, especially now that my cock was getting hard, it wasn't really covering much! 

The neighbour then pulled my hand and pulled me close to him. He slapped my ass a few times and said something in Mandarin, and this time, they all laughed. I figured it was a pleasant laugh, more like a "now, that's better" type of expression.

He then pulled my head down on his crotch. He was fullly clothed, so I undid his zipper, pulled his underwear down and pulled his cock out, and started sucking it. His cock was quite small, and he had way too much pubic hair, which is a combination that I don't like much. Still, I knew I had to do what I was told. I sucked it a bit more. He then got up, pulled his pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles. I got down on my knees and he started fucking my mouth deep - or as deep as his cock would go which was unfortunately not that far!

He then took it out gestured me to stroke, which of course I did, until he shot his cum on my face - in no more than 10 seconds! Then he pulled up his pants.

Just as I was thinking I was having a disappointing start with the small cock and quick cum (and he was already fully clothed again), I noticed in the corner of my eye 2 of the other guys getting their pants off. My disappointment quickly turned into sexual ecstasy. I'd been dreaming for so long of having two guys at once, now I was getting 5!!

I walked over and sat in front of the one who had his cock out first - first come first served :) and started sucking his cock. Of course I had the other guy's cock in my free hand. Then the 3rd guy came and sat next to the other two, which allowed me to have one cock in my mouth, and one in each hand. The guy in the middle was holding my ears as if they were handles and pushing my head up and down on his cock. I love that! I thought I was in heaven!!

I then started taking turns on the 3 guys with my mouth, while keeping the other 2 occupied with my hands. And these cocks were much better than the neighbour's. Longer, thicker and with less hair :)

At one point, I was again on my knees with the 3 guys standing around me. That's when I noticed Samuel getting up from his seat. I was wondering when he'd join in. Much to my dismay, he didn't. Instead, he walked over to the neighbour and they talked in Mandarind for a minute. Then the neighbour handed him something (cash?) and he just walked out of the living room, shortly after which I heard the apartment door open and close. I figured the neighbour gave him some money for supplies, maybe fried chicken or something, which is popular in Taiwan, and that Samuel would be back soon.

So I went back to work.

The neighbour was on the phone most of the time. He was making calls on his home phone while receiving calls on his mobile. He was talking the whole time. Was he going to come back to me? Although I don't like being fucked in the ass, I thought if he wanted to join in, I could make an exception for him, especially considering his size :) I was so horny, I'd do anything!

A little later the doorbell rang. I was sure it was Samuel. I remember feeling happy for his return. I'd only known him for a day, but I'd already started missing him in 15 minutes! That's what being a slave does. I get attached to a good master :)

The neighbour got up, and came back in a minute with two other guys - no Samuel!

Two new strangers, with me down on my knees sucking off three other strangers!! I had decided to go along with it, no matter what, but it was getting a little weird, even for my taste. Still, I thought "as long as I'm pleasing them, I should be fine".

Again, not much talking. The two new guys sat near the dinner table on chairs while I was working on the first three.

In a few more minutes, one of the guys was very close to cumming, so I stroked his cock and let him cum on my lips and face, while one of the others jerked off himself and shot his cum on the side of my face. They sat down with limp cocks, and the third one fucked my throat for a little while, and shot his cum in my mouth. I didn't swallow. In fact, I decided (the way things were going) not to swallow any cum because it was getting a little too risky with all these guys. Already, I was up to 7 guys, and it wasn't even midday!

I didn't spit the cum since I didn't want to spit on the floor, and there were no tissues in sight, or any means of explaining to the neighbour my need of tissues, so I just let it drip out of my mouth onto my chest, where it stuck to my chest hair. I thought I'd need a good shower after all that exercise :)

The third guy also sat down, tired, but pleased. My earlier curiousity about how many of these guys were tops had been answered, and in my favour :o) The neighbour, and the other three were only interested in sticking their cocks in my mouth, and by the looks on the two newcomers' faces, my luck was going to continue just fine :)

When the first three were obviously satisfied with their first round of throat stuffing, the new two started moving. They came over and pulled their cocks out for me to suck, still on my knees. Then one of the guys pulled his pants down all the way and sat back on the one-seater lounge chair. I followed him, this time on all fours, with my head well positioned to serve his cock. The other one came over, took something out of his pocket, which I later discovered was a condom and a little pack of lube. He pulled my head towards his cock and stuck it in my mouth. It got very hard in my mouth. It was long enough to reach down to my throat, making me gag. It was quite thick too :) He then reached down to my ass and pulled the g-string out of the way, while lubing my ass. I thought I'd let him have a little play.

He then took his cock out of my mouth and pushed my head down onto the other guy's. In the corner of my eye, I could see he was putting on a condom. Putting the two together, I realised my ass was in danger of being violated. If it was a small cock, I would have let him with the state I was in, but I figured that thing would rip me apart. Without letting the cock out of my mouth, I sort of looked up a little, and at the neighbour who was still on the phone. I looked at him with questioning eyes and pointed to the guy who had now successfully positioned the head of his cock against my virgin hole and started pushing it in. Just as I reached the pain threshold and got on the verge of screaming, the neighbour noticed what was happening, and he started yelling at the man with the condom. They exchanged a few heated comments in Mandarin, and my ass was saved. Instead of fucking my ass, the guy had to be content with slapping it with the palm of one hand while jerking off with the other. I was still sucking the other guy's cock while my ass cheeks were red with all the slapping.

During all this, the doorbell rang two or three more times, and more people walked in. Since my head was constantly being pushed down on the guy's cock, I couldn't lift my head to see who was there, or how many. And I still didn't know if Samuel had returned. I sensed there were at least four new guys, all watching me getting slapped in the ass and being throat-fucked.

A little later, the cock in my mouth started spurting cum while the guy was pushing my head down on it with all his strength. Since I had decided not to swallow any more cum, I nearly choked with it being rammed down my throat and all the cum filling up in there. I'm sure some of it ended up in my stomach, but most of it oozed out of my mouth back onto the guy's cock. He was completely wasted, so he let my head go. The second guy must have really enjoyed that show, because he started cumming on my ass and back, jerking off his own cock. I could feel the hot sticky cum running down the side of my body, with some of it sticking to the hair on my back to make enough of a mess as I discovered later in the day.

Having successfully completed my current mission, I lifted my head to see the newcomers. There were five new guys!!! So my number was already up to 12!! A dozen guys in one day!!! What good deed had I done to deserve this!!

Samuel was still not back, and I guess he'd already been gone for well over an hour, so I kind of gave up waiting for him. Not that his absense would be noticed that much, with these cocks all around me!

Two of the newcomers walked over, and one of them pulled me over to the coffee table. I sat on the little table, while he was holding my shoulders and I was pulling his shorts down. I thought two of the first three guys had already left, or maybe they were somewhere else in the room. With all these guys pulling and pushing me in all directions, and sticking their cocks in my mouth, it wasn't easy to have a good investigative look around the room. My most vivid memory of that day was countless belly buttons in front of my eyes!

The guy held the back of my head with one hand and my shoulder with the other and started fucking my mouth, deep and hard. The second guy walked over as well. I reached for his cock and started stroking it. The first guy didn't take long to cum, and I let it drip out again, this time it went onto my chest, and some of it on my legs. Then the next guy positioned his cock in front of me. It was a nice cock. Long, but not too long. Thick, but not too thick. A nice yummy cock. He also had very nice abs and legs. I looked up at his face, and saw that he was really good-looking. I put my hands around his waist and started stroking his cock with my head. This guys was hot! I wanted his cum. I had to swallow his cum!

By this time, the room was like a busy night-club. Only standing room, with some guys sitting on the floor and most standing up. Most of the guys were watching the baseball game. I guess it was some sort of final or something. I have no interest in baseball, but I could see that it was an important game. I was only part of the entertainment.




How Many is Too Many



I tried my luck with the hot guy. I looked up and asked him if he spoke English. He didn't even take his eyes off the TV and look down at me. I called again, and this time he looked down and said something like "no English" - I think. I wanted him to write his phone number and tried to explain to him with sign language to give me his phone number, not with much luck. Sign language is not easy, especially when you don't know it in the first place, and then you have two guys putting their dicks in your hands and the one you're signing to fucking your mouth while intently watching TV! Not that it would help much if I had his number, considering there was no common language between us, apart from our obvious enjoyment of the act at hand (in mouth?) I thought I'd try to get to him later in the day - he was hot. I wanted to be his slave!!

Shortly after my futile attempts at communication, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and started jerking off, obviously wanting to cum. I always prefer making guys cum myself. I see it as somewhat of a failure if a guy has to jerk himself off. Of all the guys that day, I particularly wanted to serve this one, so I let go of one of the other cocks and tried to grab his cock from his hand so I could stroke it for him. He didn't like that. He didn't like it at all. While still jerking off, with his free hand, he slapped my face so hard that I saw stars. Having made another mental note as to why I liked this guy even more, I decided it was best to let him finish it himself, but I was still intent on swallowing his cum, or at least having a taste. Thankfully that wish was granted. When he started cumming, he pointed his cock at my open mouth and shot his entire load in it. Then he put his cock in there too, letting me drain all the cum out of it and swallow. I would have enjoyed waiting like that until he got hard again and started fucking my mouth, but the other guys, seeing as he'd already cum, wasted no time in pressuring me. I've never been known to turn down a cock, so I had to let the hot guy's limp cock out of my mouth and started working on the others.

After this, I lost count. I lost count of how many shots of cum I received, and I certainly had no idea how many guys were in that room that day. It's possible that there were around thirty guys in total who took turns with me, or some of them left after giving me their load and new ones came. I must have had at least thirty loads of cum on my face and in my mouth, with at least that many on other parts of my body.

I remember seeing very young guys around 18 - 19, and much older guys over 50, maybe 60. I remember small cocks, big cocks, cut and uncut cocks, pretty and ugly cocks. I'm proud to report that I never turned one down, worked on them with utmost care and attention - as much as I could provide, with so many guys slapping my ass, riding on my back, playing with my balls, and doing all kinds of stuff that I can't even accurately recall.

An interesting thing during the whole event was the fact that the neighbour was almost always on the phone, and the people didn't really seem to know each other. So it couldn't have been a sex party among friends, and besides, who would have this many horny gay friends? (But tell me if you do ;o) And to add to that, from what little I could see, the neighbour appeared to be counting cash in his hand every time he let a new person in.

The party went well into the evening, till almost midnight. The "guests" dwindled down to 5 or 6, and after I gave them what they were after, they too left, leaving me with the "neighbour". Once again, he took his cock out, got me on my knees, fucked my mouth, as if I wasn't there. I actually enjoy being treated like that, so I was only happy to oblige. After he shot his cum on my face - again, he went and got my clothes and handed them to me.

I took the g-string off, and just as I was beginning to put my clothes back on, I remembered my entire body was covered in cum especially my back and ass cheeks, and the hair on my chest. There was even cum stuck on the hair on my shoulders, and on top of my head! Most of it was dry, but some was still sticky and very smelly. Of course there were spots of cum on the floor and on the couch.

I had to shower, so I asked the guy if I could. Since he didn't understand English, I tried to explain with hand signals, but he pointed at my clothes and showed me the door. I'm sure he understood, but he just didn't care. He wanted me out.

I tried to wipe off some of the cum with my hands and put my baggy pants on, and also put my shirt on without doing the buttons. I didn't put on my underwear because I didn't want it to completely stick to my ass - not knowing I was having a much worse result with the pants and I'd have been better off sacrificing the underwear.

I figured I'd go down to Samuel's place for a shower, all the while hoping he'd be in. Otherwise I was looking at sitting in a taxi reeking of a hundred shots of cum - well, not a hundred maybe, but not that far off either :)

I took the elevator down to the eighth floor and walked to Samuel's door. I could see light through the peep hole, so I was in luck. Not wanting to wake up the neighbours on the same floor, I quietly knocked on his door. No answer. I knocked again, and again no answer. So I pressed the buzzer. No answer. And again, and still nothing. I put my ear against the door and could hear people talking, so I knew he was there, so I buzzed again and again, until he opened the door. He opened it only an inch, obviously not wanting me in. I told him I had just finished all the guys and I was covered in cum and I had to have a shower. He thought for a moment, and then let me in, but led me directly to the bathroom. I figured he had guests in the living room, and understood why he wouldn't want to introduce to them a white man covered in cum. I showered, and wiped my shirt with toilet paper as much as I could, and used some of Samuel's after-shave and deodorant to mask the smell. It didn't get any better, but at least it now smelled just awful, not noticeably like a hundred shots of cum - did I say that before? :o)

I walked out of the bathroom, but Samuel wasn't there. I really wanted to ask him where the hell he'd been all day, so I started walking towards the living room. Through the doorway, I could see a girl. A girl wearing a super mini skirt, or maybe no skirt? I got curious. I knocked on the living room door, and through the opening, the girl could now see me, and she said something to Samuel, who got up and reluctantly opened the door and let me in - not all the way in. There was another girl there. So he was sitting in his living room, with two female friends. No big deal. Yet there was something about the girls. They weren't quite his type. He's quite well off and well-dressed and stylish, but both the girls were anything but classy, and dressed tastelessly, like, like... prostitutes??!!

He said something to the girls (in Mandarin) and turned to me and led me out again. Instead of asking him where the hell he'd been, now having my attention averted to something more strange, I asked him who these girls were. Quite casually, he said they were prostitutes. Prostitutes??!!! and FEMALE prostitutes?? I guess I didn't really know Samuel that well, in fact, I didn't know him at all apart from our little Internet chat where he told me he was looking for a cum-slut, and the Saturday spent at his apartment with very little talking and lots of sucking. So he was bi-sexual. I see absolutely nothing wrong with that, and if anything, I much prefer bi guys. So I was actually very happy to see this side of him, albeit a little shocked. He then went into the kitchen, took some money out of his wallet and handed it to me. I assumed he was giving me cabfare back to my hotel, so I said it wasn't necessary, I had enough cash for the cab. He said it wasn't just for the cab, but this was my cut for the work that day. He gave me NT$5,000 (about AU$200; do the calculation in your own currency) which is really not a lot for a whole day's work. But since I wasn't expecting any money in the first place, I took it anyway. I asked him if he hired the girls with his cut, and he said yes. I asked him if there was any more left, and he said not much.

So I was sold that day as a sex slave, how about that? I didn't know what to say. I guess I could see what was happening, and I'm sure I would have worked it out once I had a quiet moment, but all day with all the sucking and the gagging and the stroking, I couldn't think straight and didn't realise I was a whore for the day!

I never found out how much money I generated that day. With his cut for introducing me to the pimp neighbour, Samuel had enough to hire himself two prostitutes. These were not fat and ugly, but very good-looking as far as prostitutes go, just not classy. And he could afford to give me NT$5,000, with little left over.

So I guess I'm not a bad little whore after all...



How Many Lifetimes?



*This isn't my usual style, but it comes from the heart - I hope you enjoy!*



The wind howled across the plains as the wolves sang their woeful evening song, making the desert sand seem endless. The warrior closed his eyes and let his mind go. Soon he was aware of her presence. Although he knew it was only a dream, it was a dream he was very familiar with. He had been having the same dream his whole life. And this time was no different. He felt her beneath him, his long dark hair falling around her as he thrust into her, feeling her warmth encircling him, protecting him from the all the dangers around them. He felt his climax growing. With a cry that was ripped from the depths of his soul, he poured his seed into her – marking her as his own, claiming her for all eternity. As his senses returned, he looked out over the vast desert. In that moment, he vowed to the great ancestors that he would never rest until they were united – no matter how many lifetimes it would take... he would find her... they would one day be together...

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As the ship pulled away from the coast of Cape Spear, the young sailor's head suddenly jerked up and he saw her there on the ridge. The wind whipping his long dark hair into his face made him curse out loud. Brushing it roughly out of his face, his blue eyes locked back onto the solitary figure on the hill. Who the hell was she? Where had she come from? Why did he feel like he had just found what he was looking for? And why did he feel like she was calling to him to come to her? There was no way he could have heard her over the sound of the waves crashing around him, even had there not been so much distance between them. 

Fighting the sudden urge to run to her, logic told him there was no turning back from his voyage at this point. But his heart was burning inside him. He had no idea who she was, yet something caused his heart to surge inside him. The feeling was so strong, he found himself clutching at his chest. Almost as though she saw him, she raised her hand and waved. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he promised himself that he would find her as soon as this short fishing venture ended. Then he turned to face the sea. 

As the cape faded behind him, he had no way of knowing that he would never return to that beautiful beach. In a few hours, in a watery grave, this lifetime would end .... 

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He was known as the "house slave". The man knew that his master had chosen him for this duty because he was different and looked more "acceptable" than the other slaves. Although no one knew what his true heritage was, his long dark hair was straight and his eyes were blue as ice. 

As a young child, he had arrived on a slave ship, but no one knew exactly where he had come from or who his parents were. And no one had really cared. No matter what life had presented him, though, he had worked hard and steady. 

Only now the slaves were freed – the government had declared it so. And the master was sending them all away – even him. Here he was, a 30 year old man with the first chance in his life to dream his own dreams. He had done the best he could over the years and now he could move on without regrets. But he wasn't really free. 

Pulling his hair back and tying it up with a piece of string, he turned his blue eyes one last time to see her. She was busy in the kitchen, not knowing he was about to leave. She was still practically a child – her last birthday had seen her turn only 17. And she was his master's daughter. Being a slave, he had always known his place. He would never touch her, but he would gladly die for her. Since the moment she had been born, he had known in his heart that she was the one he had been made for. He could remember all the times his master had left her alone in his care – he had always cared for her as though she were his own child. But she wasn't. She was the other half of his heart. 

Hanging his head at such foolishness, such nonsense that made no sense, he reached for his walking stick. All he owned in the world was tied into a bandanna on the end of the stick. Then he walked away, into a world of possibilities .... ending the hope of this lifetime... 

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Sitting on the edge of the corral that he had helped build, he didn't even bother raising his head as he heard his father's footsteps. His long dark hair hung down, covering both sides of his face, keeping his expressive blue eyes hidden. His father's lanky frame settled down beside him. "You fucked up boy," his father said with a note of disgust in his voice.

He didn't bother defending his actions. He had fucked up. He had big plans, plans far bigger than this farm. And now his plans had hit a brick wall. Only 19 years old, he had just been told by his 16 year old girlfriend that she was pregnant. He knew what he would do. He knew he would marry her and provide for her and the child. But something nagged in the back of his mind.

"Dad..." He started to search for words to explain what was bothering him. 

"What the hell were you thinking, you stupid idiot?" His father's words cut through his attempts. 

Shaking his head, he realized that even if he had the words, he couldn't share them with his father. His father's rant continued as his mind wandered. This hadn't been how the story was supposed to go. He used to know that there was someone special... but where was she? He had just imagined her? Not that it mattered... did it? There was no way you could long for another soul, someone you had never even met in this life... was there? Shrugging away his hope, he faced the reality of life without the woman he desperately hoped would wait one more lifetime to find him.

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Standing alone in the field full of weeds, Josie shivered in the breeze. "Great, over 100 degrees out here and I'm suddenly having chills..." But Josie knew that the chill wasn't because of the weather. It was the chill of apprehension. Ok, it was the chill of down right fear! 

Josie had heard the talk in town about the loner who lived out on the edge of the woods. She had heard all about how mean he was, how he would kill anyone who set foot on his land, how he could tear apart a stranger with his bare hands. Yet here she was, all five foot two inches of her – standing squarely on his land, so deep into his pasture that there was no way she could hide, even if she tried. What in the world had possessed her to wind up here?

Then she heard it. Somewhere off to her right, far too close for her comfort, there was a very deep, slow and vicious growl. The air around her seemed to thicken instantly with imminent danger. But even as a cold sweat drenched her brow, in the face of perhaps certain death, the irony of the situation struck her. Here she was, sneaking up on this unknown man and some animal had snuck up on her. A somewhat hysterical giggle escaped her throat. 

As soon as the sound made it out of her body, totally unexpectedly, the animal, which looked like a mixed breed dog, but was about the size of a small bull, lunged at her. But instead of attacking her, the large beast started jumping around, licking at her and barking happily. Apparently he liked the sound of hysterical giggles! Josie shook her head in disbelief as she held out her hand as the huge dog allowed her to pet him as he continued to prance about. 

"You remind me of a cartoon, you silly dog," she said to the animal. The dog's tongue lolled out of his huge mouth as he seemed to agree with Josie. 

Josie was too preoccupied with her new friend to notice the shadow that loomed on the porch of the house she had been working her courage up to approach. 

The voice calling out to the dog from the porch though caused Josie's thoughts to quickly come back into focus. "Come here, Beniah," roared the no nonsense voice.

Jerking her head up to look at the house, she realized that, although she was now plainly visible in the field, the porch on the house caused the owner of the voice to be completely in the shadows.

Taking a deep breath, Josie called out, "Hello there!"

The deep, gruff voice replied, "What the hell do you think you are doing here?" Then Josie heard the unmistakable sound of the shotgun being pumped. 

Gritting her teeth and forcing her feet not to flee, Josie stood her ground. "I came to meet you."

Josie could almost feel the disbelief rolling in waves across the distance between them. 

"You best tell me what you want before I fill you full of lead," was the cold response Josie got.

Rolling her eyes, Josie tried again. "I came to meet you. No one in town seems to know much about you and I decided it was time to come get to know you."

A loud snort of derision met her statement.

After a few moments of silence, Josie wasn't sure what to do next. Should she leave? Or should she stay and press her luck. Just as she was about to decide that this had been a huge mistake, the voice on the porch said, "Well, now that you are here, you might as well come on in."

Josie's eyes widened in surprise. That hadn't been what she had been expecting, but she wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to do what she had come there to accomplish. Quickly picking her way through the tall grass, she made her way toward the porch. It had looked a bit closer than it actually was and it took her several minutes to get there. With each step, she wondered what she was getting herself into.

As Josie reached the edge of the porch, a huge hand extended out to her. She tentatively took the offer and stepped up beside the man, whose face she had yet to see. As soon as her feet were securely on the porch, he dropped her hand and stepped back from her. As Josie's vision adjusted to the early evening shadows, her eyes widened. 

Josie had been expecting, and half way hoping for, some old codger from all the stories in town. Instead, standing in front of her was a much younger man, very close to her own age. He was a large man, well over six foot tall. His hair was long and black and laid over his broad shoulders. But it was his blue eyes that caused Josie to stop and stare. He was the most beautiful man Josie had ever seen and the only coherent thought she could form was, "There you are....".

With a clear snarl in his voice, he cut through Josie's hazy thoughts. "So what is it you really wanted? To come gawk at the freak?"

Trying to follow his sudden question, a frown creased Josie's brow. "You have a freak out here?" she asked.

Rolling his blue eyes at her in contempt, the man continued, "Me. I'm the freak. Or did the town people leave out that part?"

Josie's brow didn't relax as she tried to figure out if she had ever heard anything about this man other than his anger issues. She couldn't remember anything. Figuring that she really had nothing to lose at this point, she said, "Why do you think you are a freak?"

"I live out here alone. I don't talk to people. I don't have anything to do with anyone in your precious town. Isn't that enough to make me a freak?"

Josie smiled, knowing that he had no idea that it was those very qualities that had caused her to seek him out. The man frowned at her smiling face. Josie decided she didn't need to explain it all just yet, so she decided to change the subject. Holding out her hand, Josie said, "Hi, I'm Josie. And it isn't my town."

The man scowl grew even more severe as he stared at Josie's hand. For several moments, she wasn't sure if he was going to accept it or not. Then he reached out and shook her hand briefly. "I'm Jebediah."

At a loss for words and not sure what to do next, Josie shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Jebediah seemed to notice her discomfort. In fact, Jebediah seemed to be taking in everything about her all at once. Josie watched his face as he clearly debated how much of a threat she posed. Glancing back and forth between his open front door and the stranger in front of him, Josie knew he was trying to decide if he could trust her. 

Finally, shrugging his huge shoulders, Jebediah said, "Come on in."

Josie smiled broadly. Maybe she would have a chance to get to know this man after all. 

Stepping into his home, Josie wasn't sure what to expect. He obviously lived out here alone and she wasn't exactly sure if he would have any reason to keep house or not. Her eyes widened as she took in the very tidy little dining area immediately in front of her. 

A simple wooden table, obviously handmade, sat against the wall, with a chair in front of it. There was a wood stove in the corner. A sturdy cabinet finished out the room, complete with a large sink and open shelves with canned goods. 

Jebediah motioned for Josie to sit in the chair as he walked through an open door into another part of the house. She watched as he returned with another chair. It matched the one she was sitting in, which made her assume that he had made them both. 

"Not much need in here for two chairs most of the time," he muttered, almost apologetically. 

Josie smiled at him, wishing he could see how much she was enjoying herself. But he seemed far too preoccupied by something else to notice that she was quite comfortable in his home. 

When he sat down in the chair opposite of her, Josie noticed that his clothes hugged his muscular legs and body. This was the epitome of what a man ought to look like in her opinion.

Searching for something to say to break the ice, Josie asked, "So, how long have you lived out here?"

Although skepticism still shadowed his eyes, Josie could tell that she had asked the right question as he almost eagerly launched into his answer. "I moved out here a little more than 10 years ago. I finished up high school right as the economy went bust. Didn't see any need in going on to school to get some degree that would end up doing me no good anyway. So I struck out on my own. I always liked reading, so I had learned a lot over the years about taking care of myself." 

Shrugging his shoulders as he continued, he said, "At first it was just sorta an experiment. I had inherited this little piece of land from my family, and I wanted to see what it would take to make it on my own. But then I liked it so much I didn't see any need to change. I learned how to live "off grid" and set up a life for myself out here with all the things I really wanted. Privacy, peace and quiet, running water and enough electricity to do whatever I want. I grow most of my food, hunt for the rest and make do with what I have. I hear tell that the economy has improved, but I don't see any need to leave. I have all I want here."

Josie stared in amazement at this man. She had heard that he never had contact with outsiders other than the occasional mailman who dropped off his property tax notice each year, but she had thought that was an exaggeration. After listening to his explanation though, she wasn't sure that it was – if what he said was true, he really didn't have any need for contact outside his home. 

Glancing around her once more, Josie began to appreciate the things she saw in his home. It was basic and simple, but it was all useful and practical as well. 

Josie was startled out of her thoughts by Jebediah's voice. "So what are you really doing out here? I doubt a woman like you hikes through fields every day looking for strange men to interview about their living habits."

Looking down at herself, Josie raised amused eyes up to meet Jebediah's stare. "A woman like me? Exactly what kind of woman do you think I am?"

Jebediah looked her over slowly. Josie had never really wanted anyone to look too closely at her, but for some reason, Jebediah's perusal didn't offend her. In fact, it kind of excited her. 

As his eyes finished their appraisal, Jebediah met her gaze. "Well, I would say that you are probably some well educated city girl out doing her first research paper on how us country folks live."

The complete deadpan delivery of Jebediah's assessment caused Josie to burst out laughing. Josie was fully aware that she looked nothing like what Jebediah had just accused her of and the fact that he would tease with her made her relax even more.

As a slight smile crossed Jebediah's face, Josie shook her head in amusement. Josie knew what she looked like. Although she had been raised in the country, she had spent a few years in the city. She knew that she had never fit in there and it had always been glaringly apparent. From the boots she wore every day to the jeans and tee shirts that covered her abundant little body, Josie knew that she would never be considered classy.

But to be honest, Josie had never fit into any category. Nor had she ever really fit into any social setting she had found herself in. After finishing high school in her small mountain town, she had set out on her own. Somehow, in the back of her mind, she had her heart set on going to Texas, but she didn't know why – well, maybe she did know why.

As a child, Josie had had an imaginary friend. At least everyone told her he was imaginary. She was fairly sure he had been real. And she was fairly sure he was somewhere in Texas. But she didn't know where. So as soon as she was able, she took her college fund money and set out for Texas. But her family hadn't been very wealthy, so the money didn't get her very far.

Along the way, Josie had spent several years in various places, working her way through some community college classes, picking up part time jobs, helping people who crossed her path and generally seeking a direction to go next. Lots of people had been drawn to her over the years, but Josie had never wanted to settle down. 

During her travels, Josie had met some wonderful men and some not so wonderful ones. Josie was not beautiful by the popular media standards, but her short little ample body, her big eyes and ready smile had attracted enough men for her to know what it was like to be in relationships. But, in the end, she had been the one to walk away each time, moving on toward whatever it was she was driven to find.

It was that quest that had landed her here, in Bathesda, Texas. It was a small town on the edge of the hill country. She had come into town looking for work and ended up getting a job busing tables in the local cafe. It was there that she had first begun hearing about the mysterious man who lived out on the outskirts of town. 

In the beginning, she hadn't paid too much attention. It wasn't until one of the customers made the comment that the man who lived out there "sure had a dark personality" that Josie had felt the compulsion to meet this man. It wasn't a curiosity about his personality so much – it was much deeper. Josie's memories weren't completely clear, but she knew that the driving force that led her on was definitely calling her to find out more about this dark souled stranger.

And now here she was, dressed in her normal boots, jeans and tee shirt, her hair stuck up on top of her head with a few random hair pins, with dirt smudges on her face from her trek through the fields. It occurred to her that a normal woman might have dressed up a bit more for the occasion of meeting the man she had felt so drawn to get to know.

Giving Jebediah a somewhat cock-eyed smile, Josie suddenly found it hard to meet his inquiring eyes. What was she supposed to tell him? What was she really there for?

Forcing herself to look him in the eye, Josie said, "I just had heard about you in town. I wanted to get to know you."

Without a word, Jebediah stood up and walked over to the cabinet and took down a glass, filling it with water from the sink. He brought it to her at the table before going back to get himself a glass. With his back still facing her, Jebediah said, "Do you know who you are Josie?"

It was a strange question, but for some reason, it didn't surprise Josie that he would say something like that. Turning to face her, with a very serious look on his face, Jebediah repeated himself, "Do you know why you are here?"




How Many Lifetimes?



Josie wanted to believe what she thought she was seeing in Jebediah's eyes. It was as though there was an invitation to be real – to tell him the whole story... but he was a complete stranger. How could she expect him not to laugh her out of his house and off his property if she told him the truth?

Weighing her options, Josie realized that she didn't have much to lose. There was a feeling as though she had spent her whole life trying to get to this very moment. A fleeting thought crossed her mind, if she didn't take the chance, she might be wasting another lifetime... 

Not quite sure what that thought meant, Josie looked directly into Jebediah's eyes. She willed her voice to speak but nothing came out. She realized that her eyes were pleading with him, trying to make him understand how hard this was for her. 

When Jebediah broke the gaze and turned away from her, Josie felt almost as though he had hit her physically. She wasn't sure what was going on in this room, but it was way more than the words being spoken. Josie saw Jebediah pull open one of the few drawers in his cabinet. His big hand reached in and took out a small box.

Bringing the box over to the table, Jebediah sat back down across from Josie. Josie recognized the box as an old matchbox. Jebediah slowly slid it open from one side. Then he poured out the contents into his other hand. With painstakingly slow movements, Josie watched as Jebediah untangled a necklace, laying it on the table in front of her. 

Quietly, Jebediah said, "I made it for you."

It wasn't physically possible for Josie's eyes to get any bigger. "When we were five," she whispered.

Jebediah's head jerked up as his eyes searched her face. "You do know. You do know who you are and why you are here. I knew you had to know," he said passionately.

Josie couldn't believe her ears or her eyes. All her life, she had been searching, waiting, looking. Yet she had never really believed it could possibly be true. Things like this just didn't happen in real life. But right there in front of her was the proof. It was a necklace he had told her about years ago, when they were just kids. He had found a dime in a dumpster and an older neighbor had helped him make it into a necklace for her. He had promised to keep it for her. And here it was. It wasn't all in her imagination!

Without thinking, Josie jumped out of her seat and grabbed Jebediah around the neck. "I've missed you so much," was all she could think of to say. 

Jebediah didn't seem to mind as he held her close, maneuvering her body so he could rest his head on her chest. At first she didn't realize what he was doing. Then she recognized it. As kids, in that world where reality ended and they walked in a different plane of existence, he had often laid his head on her chest, her heartbeat comforting him that she really was real. It made her smile that his first reaction to her touch was to make sure, once again, that she was really real.

Time passed as Josie stood there, with her arms around Jebediah's neck, stroking his hair, remembering so much. Finally, Jebediah leaned back his head and looked up at her. "I've been waiting for you so long. I couldn't believe it when I saw you out there today. What took you so long to get here?"

Sitting down on Jebediah's lap, it was Josie's turn to rest her head on his chest. "I didn't know where you were. You forgot to leave me an address!" Then the whole story seemed to rush out of her. She told him about how hard it had been when he had stopped visiting her "fantasy" world. She told him how much she had missed him, how driven she had been to find him. 

Pulling her head up from his chest, Josie looked Jebediah directly in the eye. "I didn't believe I would find you though. I was coming to believe that you were just imaginary."

Holding her face in his hands, Jebediah lightly brushed her lips with his. "Josie, I was never imaginary. I don't know what kind of fluke of reality allowed us to be together back then, but I knew you were real. As much as I wanted to find you, I knew I had to wait for you to find me. It seems like I've been waiting forever." Then he bent his head and kissed her again.

Josie smiled up at Jebediah, "I know... it seems like it has taken a lifetime to find you..."

Jebediah smiled. "Maybe more than just one," he whispered.

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Josie watched the beautiful little girl sitting on the floor nearby. It seemed amazing to Josie that ten years had passed since she had climbed up on Jebediah's porch that day. It was even more amazing that the child in front of her had borne out of their deep and abiding love. But the birth of their daughter, Lizzy, had made their family complete. 

Jebediah walked into the kitchen where Josie was working on making supper. He glanced over at Lizzy and smiled broadly. After kissing Josie on the forehead, he nodded over toward their five year old princess. "What's she doing?" he questioned.

Josie smiled up at her husband. "She's doing what she always does. She's playing with Jack."

Jebediah narrowed his eyes as he looked back over at his daughter. Almost as soon as Lizzy had started forming words, they had heard her talking to someone named Jack. Lizzy loved to sit in the floor for hours, coloring or playing with her toys, sharing them with someone only she could see. 

"Well, what can I say?" Jebediah said, shrugging his shoulders. Kissing Josie again, he went over and sat down on the floor next to his daughter. Lizzy jumping up and hugged her daddy, instantly drawing him into her game as well. Since her parents had never questioned her belief in Jack, Lizzy always seemed to assume that they accepted Jack as real.

Several weeks later, as Josie fixed supper, she once again pondered her daughter. But this time, Lizzy wasn't playing. Jebediah was out back working on their new shed but Lizzy was staring intently out the front door. 

Wondering what Lizzy was looking for, Josie's mind wandered. This year, Lizzy would start kindergarten. Although they had more contact with the people in the town now, they still kept mostly to themselves. Lizzy liked other children when she had the opportunity to play with them, so Josie wasn't too worried about her. 

Josie was wondering how she found out what school supplies Lizzy would need when she startled out of her thoughts. She heard a car stop out on the nearby road. Since the wind was blowing just right, she could also hear several of the car doors slamming in quick succession. Looking out the front door, she saw a man running toward her house, through their chest high corn field. 

Somewhat alarmed, Josie called through the backdoor to Jebediah. Then she stepped out onto the porch – just in time to catch the bundle of motion that was making a bee line for her front door. Staring down in confusion, she held her arms out and looked intently to see what had thrown itself into her arms. 

She smiled as she realized that it was a little boy. He was a bit bigger than Lizzy, but not too much, maybe a year or two. Josie barely had time to take in the boy's deep blue eyes and black hair before he pulled out of her arms and walked up to her front door. 

Josie watched in amazement as the boy went directly over to the screen door. It had closed behind Josie. On the other side stood Lizzy, intently watching the action, with her little hands pressed against the inside of the door. The little boy raised his hands as he spread them against Lizzy's through the screen. Then they just stood there staring at each other.

By this time, the man following the little boy had cleared the corn field and was standing in Josie's yard, breathless. Jebediah came around the corner of the house at about the same time. Josie didn't have to look to hard to see that her husband had his pistol in his waistband. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she knew Jebediah would take care of her and Lizzy – and whoever this little boy turned out to be.

Turning to face the man, Josie said, "Can we help you?"

The man grimaced as he tried to catch his breath. "We were... we were driving down the road... and the little shit... he just jumped out... Said something about her living here." As his breathing became less labored, he continued. "Said something about a girl – some girl. But I don't know what he is talking about."

Josie had a real good idea, after seeing the child's face, what was going on, but she couldn't be positive. "He's ok. Who ever knows what kids are talking about?" she said, seeking to put the man at ease. Then she continued, "I've never seen him before. Do ya'll live around here?" Josie asked.

The man shook his head. "No. We are moving. Well, kind of. I guess. I lost my job back up in Oklahoma City. Me and the wife and kid were just sorta driving around. That's when that damned boy jumped out of the car and started running away. I'm real sorry to have bothered you people. Come on, boy. Let's go," the man said gruffly.

But the child wasn't paying the man any attention. Instead, he was still standing at the door, intent solely on Lizzy, who was babbling happily to him.

Josie suddenly realized that she needed to do something here. Looking at Jebediah and willing him to understand what she was about to do, Josie said, "Why don't ya'll come in and stay for supper?"

Jebediah gave Josie a strange look, but she just nodded her head to him, hoping he would trust her. The stranger standing in the yard gave her a similarly strange look. Somewhat taken aback, he said, "Well, thank you ma'am, but we can't intrude on your family that way."

"No, we insist. Please, bring your wife in and stay for supper," Josie pressed him. 

The stranger looked over toward Jebediah who nodded in agreement, even though his face didn't look completely convinced. The man turned back to Josie. "Are you sure ma'am?"

"Yes, we are sure. And my name is Josie. This is my husband Jebediah. And this is our daughter," Josie said, gesturing to her husband and child. "Now, go get your wife and come on in. Jebediah, will you show him where to park?"

Jebediah nodded as he stepped forward. The man stuck out his hand to Jebediah, "I'm Bobby Simpson, sir." Josie watched as the two men shook hands. As Jebediah showed him where to park, Josie overheard Jebediah telling the man about a job that was available on a nearby farm. She smiled in relief that Jebediah had understood.

But Josie was far more interested in what was going on behind her at the moment. She turned around to watch as Lizzy and the little boy continued to communicate with one another. As the boy's father got to the edge of the field, and started back toward his car, he called out, "Boy, come on now!" 

Josie quickly brushed him off, though, "No, he can stay here while you park. He's fine." Then she put her hand on the boy's shoulder. He raised up his blue eyes, eyes that were mirror images of her husband's, to look at her. She smiled down at him and opened the screen door, letting him the house. He timidly stepped under her arm, as she held the door open. 

Before he was even through the door, though, Lizzy grabbed him by the hand and took him over to her toybox in the corner of the room. They happily started taking out toys and talking excitedly about all the things children love to talk about. Josie smiled. 

Calling out to them, Josie said, "Sweetheart, my name's Josie, but I didn't catch yours." 

The little boy pushed his long black bangs off his face and said, "My name's Jack, ma'am". Josie's smile grew even wider. She had known it before she had even asked – this time, it wasn't going to take them a lifetime – they had already found each other...



How Many Times Can 66 Go Into 38?



HOW MANY TIMES WILL 66 GO INTO 38?

This story is completely fiction but it based on some past affairs, some fantasies and a recent event. It touches on some infidelity, vaginal, oral and anal sex. If that is not to your liking I suggest that you not read the story. As always your feedback and comments are welcome.

INTRODUCTION

I had been married for almost 45 years when I lost my wife to cancer two years ago. In the middle years of my marriage I traveled a lot on business and had my share of extra-marital affairs. I never knew if my wife suspected but if she did she chose to ignore it and we stayed in our marriage. For the last twenty years of our marriage I had remained faithful and I had reconciled with my faith. During the years of unfaithfulness I became a big fan of anal sex. My wife was never interested in anal sex or being on the giving end of oral sex but that was very available outside the marriage.

After I retired from the business world we decided to move closer to my daughter's family and four grandchildren. We built a house on a two acre wooded lot in the Midwest as we enjoyed the four seasons and wildlife. Our property was very private as it was surrounded by trees and backed up to wetlands. The house was bigger than we needed but it was designed so that we would live on the first level and the lower walkout level was for entertaining and the grandchildren. The lower level had three bedrooms, a game room, TV room, exercise area, a full bath and a library. There were also two patios on the lower level.

After my wife passed away I decided to keep the house since the real estate resale market was very soft. Whenever I did decide to move I would also have an estate sale since we had so much furniture, art work and collectibles. 

I have always been one to take care of my body and at age 66 I was very proud of my fitness and stamina. I was an avid skier and a year ago I joined the Ski Patrol and worked a couple of days a week at a nearby ski area. I worked out all the time and I was at the gym at least three days a week and sometimes I made it six days. I still SCUBA and I belong to a dive club. I also am in a martial arts black belt program.

For the past two years I have not sought out any female companionship. I always said that I would never marry again and I still have no desire to remarry. I socialize a lot with friends but I don't date. I had always been active sexually and for the past two years I have found enjoyment with some quality porn. I have a decent DVD collection of movies from the company Private Label. The European women are beautiful with natural bodies and they all seem to take a cock in every hole. I have no trouble getting an erection and getting off to these quality movies. Up to now I haven't had the need for an erectile dysfunction drug as the porn works for me.

MEET BARBARA

Barbara is one of the many women I met while working out at the gym. Even though I have my own exercise equipment, I prefer the socializing at the gym while I workout. I also like to watch the ladies work out. I love watching their fit bodies covered with tight pants or barely covered with loose fitting shorts. I don't stare at them but I glance at them enough to check them out. Being a leg and ass man the gym is a great place to check out the ladies. Of course many of them are married and have children in the daycare but the way they dress they draw attention to themselves.

I first noticed Barbara on the tread mill one day and I thought I was seeing a ghost. She looked so much like my secretary of eight years Cathleen that it was scary. Cathleen was my secretary in the 1980's who I had an affair with for six of those eight years. She was my last act of infidelity. Barbara looked now like Cathleen did back then. She was 5'6" looked to weigh about 125 with short blonde hair. She had small breasts and a shapely ass just like Cathleen had.

During our affair Cathleen and I had sex in the office at least three times a week. We also went to a romantic interlude hotel once a week. In the office it was always oral sex but in the hotel I got to fuck Cathleen's sweet hot ass. She loved it in the ass and I loved giving it to her. I also took good care of her pussy. So as I watched Barbara on the tread mill I reminisced about Cathleen and visualized my cock sliding into her curvy shapely ass. I realized that I was getting a hard-on and that I had been staring too long at Barbara.

I moved on to finish my workout but I made a pledge to meet Barbara before I left the gym that day. Meeting her was pretty easy as everyone was very friendly at the gym and talked to one another all the time. When she finished her tread mill session, Barbara headed for the machines. As she spotted me our eyes made contact and we smiled at each other. We both continued with our exercises and then Barbara had trouble with on of the settings on the leg extension machine. I loosened it for her and helped her with the setting and then introduced myself.

"Hi I'm Walt," I said as I stuck out my hand.

"Barbara, but call me Barb," she replied as she took my hand and then added, "Thanks for your help."

"Anytime," I told her with a smile.

"You're here a lot, well at least every time I'm here," she continued the meet and greet.

"I try to stay in shape. It gets harder the older you become to stay fit," I replied.

"Well you look good. How old are you?" she inquired.

"I'm 66 heading for 67 this summer," I answered proudly.

"You're kidding 66, you look great. What ever you're doing keep it up it's working," she complimented me. 

"I probably should let you get back to your workout," I suggested.

"Yeah I should finish up and get back to the office, although the real estate business is slow these days," she replied.

"I guess it is especially with all these foreclosures and bankruptcies," I added.

"That hasn't hit us here like in other parts of the country but the resale market is still sluggish. I have some builders I'm working with and I am trying to focus on moving new properties," she told me.

"Well good luck with that, I'll leave you alone now. I already took a lot of your time," I offered.

"Well it was nice meeting you and I'm sure I'll see you here again," she said with a smile.

We both resumed our workouts and I glance at her several times as she went through her workout. She focused on her legs, abs and ass. Her ass really looked great when she did the leg curls as her butt muscles tightened with each leg curl. I already knew that I would be thinking about Barbara with my cock in my hand as I watched one of my favorite porn flicks.

I finished my workout long after Barb left the gym and I showered and dressed. I decided to stop in the local café for a latte and read the morning paper. I was sitting in one of the easy chairs in front of the fireplace with my feet on the ottoman drinking my latte and reading the paper when I heard a familiar voice.

"Small world mind if I join you?" 

I looked up and saw Barb standing there with a coffee in her hand. "No not at all, please do I would love some company," I invited her to join me.

Barb sat down in the other easy chair and shared the ottoman with me. I offered her part of the newspaper but she graciously declined.

"I thought that you may want to look at the real estate section," I teased.

"Funny," she laughed.

I put the paper down and then we chatted for quite awhile. She was very easy to talk to and we got along very well. Barb was younger than my daughter by a couple of years but she was comfortable conversing with me. She learned about my wife passing, my daughter's family and my current set up with my house. When I described the house and told her about the three season room with a hot tub she loved it. Barb told me about her failed marriage and her reluctance to get involved again. She did date occasionally but she hated the bar scene.

"That's the one thing I do miss at our gym, no Jacuzzi, sauna or steam room," she sighed.

"Well if you ever want to use the hot tub at the house, you are more than welcome," I offered and then immediately regretted it.

"I'm sorry I did mean that in a neighborly way not as a come on," I apologized.

"I knew how you meant it and that's very nice of you to offer," she replied sincerely.

We talked some more and then she learned that I was a Ski Patrol at the nearby ski area. Barb shared with me that she had always wanted to learn to ski. I told her that there were some good instructors at the resort and I added that I could always teach her if she wanted to try. She actually got excited about the possibility of learning to ski. I told her about my friends in Chicago and how we met up every year in Colorado for two weeks of skiing. Barb confessed that we would love to ski in Colorado someday. We finished our coffee and then exchanged phone numbers before we said goodbye and went our separate ways.

That evening I reflected on my earlier affair with my secretary Cathleen as the image of Barbara was etched in my mind. I thought back to one of our sessions in the romantic interlude hotel. I recalled every moment as if it were yesterday.

The first time we went to The Chateau was memorable. We entered the room and wasted no time taking off our clothes as the Jacuzzi filled with hot water and bath gel. Cathleen and I showered together before entering the Jacuzzi. We soaped each other up and played with each other's bodies being careful we didn't cum in the shower. Cathleen then would douche both her pussy and her asshole. It was the first time I had ever seen a woman do that and it was kind of erotic.

After showering we entered the Jacuzzi armed with a bottle of wine. I turned on the jets and we kicked back enjoying the bubbles and our first glass of wine. After awhile Cathleen leaned back into me and I reached around and stroked her cute titties tweaking and rolling her nipples in my fingers. I slid one of my hands down across her firm abs over her little blond tuft of hair and found her vagina. I played with the folds of her labia and then inserted my fingers in her pussy. I found her hard clit and rolled it between my fingers as I continued to tease her nipples with my other hand.

As Cathleen got turned on I moved her to the other side of the Jacuzzi and had her lean over the edge presenting her shapely ass to me. Her ass always looked good but this it glistened with water and bath gel and looked so sensual. I leaned over and licked Cathleen's pussy from behind driving her wild. Then I had the urge to tongue her beautiful ass so I swiped my tongue from her pussy up and over her bung hole and back to her pussy. She gasped out loud when my tongue touched her asshole. I really got into it and grasped both of her curvy ass cheeks and pulled them slightly apart so that I could get my tongue in deeper. I probed her pink aperture with my tongue as I inserted three fingers in her pussy. She started whimpering, gasping and directing the action. 

"Oh my God, do it again. Lick my asshole; stick your tongue in there. Eat my pussy, tongue my ass, rim me, oh yessssss," she cried out.

I grabbed the bottle of wine and poured some in the crack of her ass letting it trickle down over her anus and pussy. I placed my mouth on her and drank up the wine swabbing her pussy and ass in the process. I repeated this several more times until Cathleen seemed to go into convulsions with her first orgasm of the evening. She collapsed back into my arms and I stroked her smallish tits as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm.

"Not in my wildest dreams did I ever think that someone would stick a tongue in my ass, nor did I know it would feel so wonderful," she uttered in an exhaustive voice.

"I surprised myself by going after your ass. I have never done that before but it just looked sexy as it glistened with water. Of course I remembered that you had douched and it looked so clean. I think I have found a new way to drink wine," I replied. 

We decided to get out of the Jacuzzi before we turned into prunes. We dried off and flopped down on the water bed. Cathleen began to stroke my cock into an erect state and then proceeded to suck on it. She loved to stick her tongue in the little hole and nibble on my cock head. This always made her hot and she needed my cock in her pussy. She straddled me and aimed my cock in her hole and rode me until she achieved another orgasm.

It was time for me to fuck her in the ass so I had her kneel on all fours with her gorgeous ass in the air. She always put her head on the mattress and turned to the side so that she could watch. This time she had the added benefit of mirrors on the wall and ceiling and so could clearly see the penetration. I broke out the lube and put an ample amount in her asshole. I fingered her ass and pussy at the same time. 

"I love the feel of your fingers in my ass and pussy together," Cathleen exclaimed!

If there was one thing I liked besides fucking a beautiful ass is preparing an asshole for a good reaming. After several minutes of finger fucking her pussy and asshole I couldn't wait any longer and I had to get my cock in her beautiful ass. I removed my fingers and lined up the head of my cock at her moist puckered ring and pressed forward slowly. My cock head strained to pop through and she let out a little groan as the pressure from my iron hard dick forced her little ring to open like a flower and suddenly my large mushroom head slipped past the ring and into her ass. Cathleen let out a groan as her rear passage was stretched to accommodate my ample girth. 

"Oh you are going to make me like this more than the regular way," she gasped and shivered as I filled her fully and withdrew my penis slightly. 

I felt her ass tighten around me and I continued to slowly stroke in and out of her tight ass until all 7+ inches were tightly packed up her ass. Cathleen really began to moan and her whole body shook in anticipation of what she knew was coming. I began to slowly fuck her but soon picked up the pace as I penetrated her with long hard strokes that used the entire length of my thick cock. Cathleen was going wild as she loved the feel of my cock as it pulled out and then came crashing back in as my big heavy balls bounced off her clit. Cathleen was thrashing around uncontrollably, gasping and moaning with pleasure. When I reached underneath her to stroke her clit she exploded with her third orgasm of the night. 

I continued to hammer her ass with long strokes then suddenly I felt that familiar tension in my balls and I knew I was close. I began to piston my raging cock harder into her searing ass in search for my release, which also increased the intensity of her orgasm. She was yelling and moaning, clawing and scratching at the cover of the waterbed begging me to cum. 

"Give it to me, give it to me, give me your cum, cum in my ass," she begged.

I felt powerful and dominant with my impressive dick stuffed up the beautiful ass of a woman who could not get enough of me. Cathleen lay submissively before me on all fours as I towered above her like some untamed animal with a strong sexual hold on her. I took firm hold of her hips and slammed once more full force into Cathleen's ass. I did that three or four more times and then I let out a loud groan as I emptied my seed deep into her bowels. I couldn't believe how much cum I produced as my dick continued to hammer into her ass.

When I was finished I pulled out of her ass as Cathleen collapsed on the bed utterly spent. I slumped down next to her quivering body. I looked over at Cathleen and I noticed my seed oozing from her asshole. It resembled a natural spring as the jizm just seemed to bubble up as she tried to relax her spasming anal muscles.

Cathleen and I got up, showered and returned to the Jacuzzi where we soaked our aching muscles. After the Jacuzzi I offered her a massage which she gladly accepted. I had her lay face down and worked her back, legs and buttocks. Not so surprisingly I got an erection as I massaged and fingered her ass again. Very surprisingly I came a second time that night when I fucked her ass again. After the ass fuck I rolled Cathleen over on her back and continued the massage this time working her tits, abs, legs and pubes. I finished her off with another thorough pussy eating which had her screaming my name and humping my face with her volcanic orgasm. 

I was brought back to reality when my cock erupted in my hand and cum landed on my pubes. That was one of my better cum shots in recent years as I was very turned on by thinking it was Barbara and not Cathleen that I was fucking.

THE SKI TRIP

Several days went by and I saw Barb at the gym more frequently. One day she approached me and asked if the offer to teach her to ski was still open. I told her anytime since my schedule was very flexible but that the best time was on a weekday in the early afternoon. So we made a date to go skiing the following Tuesday. I got her address and told her I would pick her up about 10:00 AM. It was a little less than a two hour drive to the ski area.

The following Tuesday I picked Barb up at her place and we drove up to the ski area. I suspected that she wouldn't have all the right gear so I packed some things just in case. She was thankful for the neck gator and goggles. I got her fitted for the right rental equipment and she got the best available since all the guys knew me. We started off on the bunny hill of course and then quickly moved to the beginner chair lift. Barb was a quick study and her fitness paid off. We skied for a couple of hours and then took a hot chocolate break. After the break I took her to another area and she progressed very quickly. She fell in love with skiing and she was now determined to buy her own gear. I told her to wait until the end of the season when the prices were slashed and I would help her pick out her skis.

After another hour, Barb was exhausted so we quit for the day. We stopped back at the lodge and I got her a hot chocolate with a shot of Baileys in it. She sipped it and loved it. We relaxed for awhile with a second drink and then decided to head home. Barb was sore as predictable but not as sore as she would be the next day. I told her that she used muscles that normally don't get used and that tomorrow she would feel it in her shoulders and her calves. As we drove home Barb fell asleep in the car and didn't wake up until we were about five miles from home. 

"Sorry I wasn't much company was I," she said and yawned.

"Don't worry about it I had the music to keep me company," I replied.

"Is that offer to use the hot tub still open? Every muscle in my body aches," she asked.

"Sure and I have plenty of bathing suits so I'm sure that you can find one that fits. One of my daughter's should actually fit you pretty well," I offered.

"Great then we don't have to stop at my place then," she sighed as she rested her head back on the seat. 

We arrived at my house and I pulled right in the garage. Barb followed me into the house and I got her a bathing suit and showed her to the guest bedroom and bathroom on the first floor. I then changed into my bathing suit and grabbed a couple of terry robes for us. I opened up the hot tub and turned on the jets. Then I opened a bottle of wine and brought it into the three season room. Barb entered the room shortly after and stepped into the hot tub. I told her to lie down in the lounge section and she sighed deeply as the jets soothed her body.

"Whoever said that there is no heaven? I bet that God has a hot tub up there," she said as she completely relaxed in the water. 

I poured the wine in the special plastic wine glasses that I used for the three season room. I handed a glass to Barb and she smiled as she accepted it. She sipped it and told me how good it was.