1 comments/ 31481 views/ 6 favorites Joanne By: Saskilka Joanne sighed as she climbed out of the pool, it had been a long and tiring practice but it had done nothing to ease her sexual frustration. It seemed to happen at every practice this year, ever since the new head coach Mike took over the team. At 22 he was 6'4" tall, with short brown hair, piercing blue eyes and the body of a Greek god. She could barely concentrate on her sets because she was fantasizing so much. Mike was absolutely gorgeous and Jo had fantasies of Mike being her first. Joanne had just turned 18 but she was still a virgin. She stood about 5'9" tall, with shoulder length chestnut brown hair, blue eyes that ranged from a deep blue to an icy light blue depending on her mood or the clothes she was wearing. Her body was fantastic, not surprising because she had been swimming competitively for 12 years, she had a lean, toned body with firm 32C breasts, a flat toned 22" waist and a firm toned ass that led to her long muscular legs. Yes, she was a good looking girl and probably could have lost her virginity a long time ago but she was picky. She dated but she had never had a steady boyfriend because none of the boys she went to school with seemed worth dating for more than just casual, fun dates. That all changed the day that the new coach showed up, from that first day she knew she wanted him but he didn't seem to notice her. It didn't help that Mike was renting a room in her parents' house and was living just down the hall from her. Jo had a plan though and she was almost ready to put it into action. See, the reason her parents had rented the room to Mike was because they were going to Europe for the summer to spend some time with her older sister there and they wanted someone to look out for Jo and take care of the house while they were gone. They had no problem leaving Jo alone for a weekend or even a week but they felt that the entire summer was just too long without some sort of supervision. As soon as they left on their trip she would begin her plan. She smiled and grabbed her towel, heading to the change rooms. ----------------------- Jo's parents had finally left this morning for their 3 month trip to Europe to visit her sister and Jo was going to put her plan into action tonight. The first part of her plan was easy. She knew she needed to get Mike to start to see her as a hot, sexual woman and not as just one of his swimmers. Every night before he headed to bed Mike would relax on the deck in the backyard for about an hour with a beer, Jo's room was in the basement and her large windows were at ground level looking right onto the deck. Jo had angled the venetian blinds on the large window so that even though they appeared to be closed, Mike would have the perfect view of the hot show she planned to put on for him tonight. She was a little nervous about that part of her plan because she had never done something like this before, but she felt that she had to do something drastic to get his attention. Jo was going crazy waiting for nighttime to come. During dinner that night sitting across from Mike all she could think about was what she planned to do later and by the time they were finished eating dinner she was so wet her panties were soaked. She couldn't even remember what they talked about at dinner, she was too distracted. It was too bad because they always had great conversations; they got along really well and could talk about anything. Joanne passed the time after dinner watching some TV and waiting. Finally she heard Mike head outside, Jo waited about 5 minutes then turned the TV off and headed to her room. Flipping the light on, Jo headed over to the dresser and grabbed a cute pair of panties and a camisole for pj's and threw them on the dresser. She slowly pulled her tank top over her head, then slowly slid her shorts down and took them off. She walked over to the full length mirror, standing just 2 feet away from the window facing it, and checked out her reflection. She slowly ran her hands up her sides and reached her hands over to undo the front clasp on her lacy black bra. She slowly pulled the bra open and off, freeing her firm, high, perfect full C-cup tits, and let it fall to the floor. She heard the chair outside shift through the slightly open window and knew he was watching her. Knowing she had his attention and he was watching turned her on even more. She ran her hands up her bare stomach and cupped her tits, lightly caressing them. After stroking her tits for a few minutes she started to play with her hard little nipples, closing her eyes and letting out a little moan. As she continued to play with her nipples and her tits she could feel her pussy getting nice and wet. After a few minutes she very slowly ran her right hand down her stomach to the top of her panties leaving her left one to continue playing with her nipples. She hesitated there for a minute then slowly slid her hand under her black lace panties and slid her hand down, lightly rubbing her pussy lips. She had gotten a full wax the day before and her pussy was so soft and smooth that the feel of it made her even hotter. She gasped and moaned again as she played with her nipple and her pussy. After a few minutes of this she was so hot her pussy was practically dripping it was so wet. She pulled her hand out of her panties, and then slowly slid them down her legs until she was standing naked in front of the mirror. She turned and went over to the bed (it faces the window) and she lied on her back facing the window and spread her legs wide, completely exposing her bare, tight, wet pussy to the view from the window. Jo ran her hands over her body and squeezed her tits again. She slid a hand down to her dripping pussy, running a finger slowly between the lips of her pussy and wetting the finger with the juices that were leaking out and moaned with pleasure. She ran her finger up to her clit and began to rub it in small circular motions. She used the fingers of her free hand to spread the lips of her pussy even more while she played with her clit. By this time her body was flushed and her hips were writhing with her pleasure. She slid her finger lower to her tight little hole, slowly sliding her finger inside. She slid her finger in and out, fucking her little virgin pussy with her finger and moaned. As she fingered her pussy she played with her clit with the other hand and her whole body began to tremble and she cried out in pleasure as she came. She took her finger from her pussy and sucked the juices off tasting herself and as her orgasm subsided she ran her hands over her body and sighed in bliss. After a few minutes to recover she got up, slid her panties and camisole on, turned out the light and went to sleep. ----------------------- Mike couldn't believe what had just happened. He had come outside to relax and have a beer like he did every night, but tonight was different. He had been sitting there for about 5 minutes when the light in Jo's room came on. When he looked over he realized he could see everything in her room because he was in the dark and her light was on and the blinds were slanted down giving him a perfect view, and he was shocked to see her standing in just a lacy black bra and panties. He knew he should look away but he couldn't take his eyes off of her, she was beautiful standing there. He had never really noticed how hot Jo was before but he definitely noticed now. When she took her bra off his breath caught in his throat at the sight of her amazing tits, and he shifted in his chair to accommodate his suddenly rock hard cock. When she went to the bed and he saw her sweet little pussy he groaned, wanting to taste the wetness he saw there. He almost came in his shorts when he saw she was so tight that just one finger stretched her pussy. By the time she was finished his cock was straining painfully against his shorts, he waited a few minutes, then quietly went in to his room and stoked his cock thinking about how it would feel to slide his cock into that tight wet pussy until she came all over it. ----------------------- A week had passed since that first night that Jo had masturbated where Mike could see and she had done it again every night since. She had started to catch him staring at her tits or ass or even her pussy at swim practice when he thought she couldn't see. She knew her plan was working, she was pretty sure he wanted her but he wouldn't make that first move. He would need a little push; it was time for the final part of her scheme. Getting through the day was almost painful, she was so worked up she was glad for the hard, long practices to distract her for a few hours. Finally the day was over and it was time to put the plan into action. This time when she headed to her room she didn't give him a show; instead she went straight to bed and turned out the light. After the lights were out she slipped out of her panties and tank top, and snuggled under the blankets naked. ----------------------- Mike was disappointed, he had been hoping to watch Jo again tonight but she had gone straight to sleep instead. He felt a little guilty about that because he was her coach and her parents trusted him to stay with her while they were away. He knew he should be having sexual thoughts about one of his swimmers but he just couldn't get Jo out of his head after that first night and every night after that. He honestly tried not to think about her like that but he was losing the battle. He found himself staring at her body all the time, thankfully he didn't think she had caught him looking, especially at practice when there was just a thin layer of lycra covering her perfect body. He was pretty much walking around with a raging hard on 24/7 now and he found himself stroking his cock to thoughts of Jo at least 3 times a day. He was hard even now as he thought about the show he had been hoping to see tonight. Mike sighed and finished his second beer or the evening and went inside with plans of taking care of the problem of his rock hard cock to thoughts of Jo's amazing body. It had been about an hour since Jo went to bed so he figured he was safe to take care of the situation without any fear of her walking in on him as she had probably been sleeping for at least 40 minutes by now. When he got to his room, Mike stripped down to his boxer briefs and got into bed. He pulled the front of his boxer briefs down and finally freed his aching cock and began to stroke it. He was starting to really get into it, thinking about what it would be like to taste that sweet little pussy that he knew was just on the other side of the wall when he thought he heard something from the room next door. He paused and listened for any more sounds. "No!" he heard her call out, "No! Please don't!" "What the hell?" he muttered to himself. She must be having a nightmare he thought. She had warned him when he moved in that she sometimes had nightmares but this was the first time it had happened. Mike sighed and tucked himself back into his shorts and got out of bed to go wake her from the bad dream. He paused outside her bedroom door to make sure she was still having the nightmare and could still hear her crying out in her sleep so he pushed the door open and flicked on the light and made his way to the bed. Mike sat on the bed and gently shook Jo's shoulder, "Jo? ... Jo? ... Wake up Jo, it's ok it's just a bad dream" Jo sat up in bed crying out and threw her arms around his neck, pressing her face into his neck and sobbing. He stroked her back slowly, telling her, "It's ok, it was just a dream" over and over, trying to calm her down. After his initial shock wore off he realized she was completely naked and her breasts were pressed into his bare chest. He wouldn't have thought it was possible but his already hard cock got even harder as he felt her hard little nipples pressing into him and he hoped she wouldn't notice. Mike was stroking her back and sides with both hands as he continued to try to calm her down, painfully aware that the heel of his hand was lightly brushing the side of her breast on each stroke. After about ten minutes she was beginning to calm down, and sobs quieted down. Her breathing though didn't calm down; it seemed to get heavier and a bit faster. Jo pulled her head up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, lingering a little longer than a usual peck on the cheek, then looked at him and whispered "thank you". He stopped stroking her back and looked into her eyes and brushed a strand of hair off of her face gently. He wanted to kiss her, hell he wanted to do a lot more than just kiss her, but he hesitated, unsure how she would respond. ----------------------- Jo knew that this was the moment and as he looked into her eyes she slowly leaned in and kissed him on the lips. As they kissed, she tightened her arms around his neck and pressed her body into him again. He lightly teased at her lips with the tip of his tongue and she parted her lips to meet his tongue with hers. They both moaned a little into each other's mouths as their tongues touched and the kiss deepened, becoming less timid and more passionate. Mike had resumed stroking her back as they kissed and Jo was loving the feel of his hands as they brushed the sides of her breasts, and turned a little to the side as he was about to reach there again so that this time he ended up with her full tit cupped in his hand. He hesitated for just a moment and she moaned into his mouth again as he slowly ran his thumb along her tit to her nipple and lightly stroked it. As they kissed they ended up shifting on the bed so she was lying on her back with him beside her, hovering over her. She ran her hands over his back, feeling the muscles underneath. He broke the kiss and they were both panting by now. He began kissing her neck and collarbone as he continued to stroke her amazing tits. He kissed his way down to her chest and began kissing her breasts and took her perfect little nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, causing her to moan in pleasure. He spent a few minutes switching back and forth between each breast as she moaned and writhed beneath him. She was getting so wet and felt that she could almost cum from his attention to her tits alone. He moved back up to kiss her again and they shared a deep kiss with tongues warring with one another. Jo nibbled on his bottom lip a little and pushed him onto his back as she kissed him deeply. She began kissing her way down his neck as she slowly moved her hand hesitantly down his chest and stomach, hearing his breathing speed up as she went. She reached the waistband of his boxer briefs and continued down to slide his hand hesitantly over his hard cock as he gasped and moaned. She sucked and licked at his nipple as she rubbed his cock through his shorts. She then began kissing and licking her way down his stomach until she reached the top of his shorts. Jo hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, paused and teasing said, "It's a little unfair that YOU still have some clothes on". She slowly pulled his shorts down and off and gasped a little as his cock sprang free. It was the first one she had seen in person and it was gorgeous. It was about 8 or 8.5 inches, perfectly formed and thick. She hesitantly reached out to touch it with the tips of her fingers and lightly ran them up the length as he moaned his encouragement. "It's so soft and smooth...but hard" she remarked. He smiled and encouraged her to keep stoking it. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and began to stroke it as she resumed kissing and licking her way down his stomach. She couldn't wait to have this cock stuffed deep inside her, stretching her out but first... she wanted to taste it. As she got level with his cock she reached out shyly with her tongue and licked the head. This caused mike to suck in his breath and he groaned loudly when she traced around the head with her tongue teasing him. After a minute of circling the head with her tongue a few times, she opened her mouth a bit more and wrapped her lips around the head and sucked a little while still running her tongue around the head. She could tell he was enjoying it from the sounds he was making and the way he shifted his hips, trying to press more of his cock into her mouth. She paused and looked up at him smiling, he opened his eyes and looked down at her, breathing hard, his eyes dark with desire for her. Never breaking eye contact with him she moved her head down and licked from the base of his cock to the tip a few times, pausing to suck on the head a little each time. Still looking right into his eyes, on the next trip up his cock she pushed the head in and kept going. She slowly pushed as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. He moaned loudly, saying unintelligible words of encouragement. She began to bob her head up and down his cock, still teasing it with her tongue as she sucked, matching each bob with her hand stroking him as well. His moans were getting louder and he hand his hands tangled in her hair gently but wasn't pushing or forcing her head down. She wasn't sure but she thought he might be close to cumming, when he stopped and gently pulled his cock out of her mouth. She looked up at him with confusion in her eyes. He pulled her up his body, smiled, and whispered "Not yet." as he brought her head down for a deep kiss. He broke the kiss and gently pushed her onto her back with his hips between her parted legs and grinned. "My turn" he said as he smiled. He bent his head and kissed her deeply again. He couldn't seem to get enough of kissing her, she was an amazing kisser. As he kissed her he was rubbing his cock along the outside of her pussy and she was grinding back into him with every stroke. Jo thought, "This is it." and parted her legs further to give him better access but Mike had other plans. Mike broke their kiss a little reluctantly and began kissing his way down to her chest again. He spent a couple of minutes licking, kissing and sucking her luscious tits again before moving lower. As he was spending time playing with her tits he slowly moved one of his hands down his stomach till he reached her pussy and lightly ran his hands along her pussy, feeling how wet she was, making her cry out a little in pleasure. He kissed his way down her stomach until he finally reached her pussy. He paused a moment to enjoy the sight of her perfect, shaved pussy. It was glistening with moisture and he just knew it would taste as good as it looked. He reached his tongue out and gave her clit a firm lick, causing her hips to buck and her to cry out. He smiled a little, he was wrong; it tasted even better than it looked. Mike began sucking and licking at her pussy, parting the folds with his tongue, moving up to her clit every few seconds to tease it. He could tell she loved this attention as her hips grinded up into his tongue and she was moaning and crying out encouraging words. He then slowly slid his middle finger into her tight, wet pussy as he began to focus on licking her clit. He was slowly sliding his finger in and out of her pussy, licking and sucking on her clit, when she began to cry out louder and her pussy clamped down on his finger as she bucked her hips up meeting the thrust of his finger as she came all over his finger and hand. He gave her clit a couple of last little licks as he slowly pulled his finger out of her still contracting pussy and moved back up her body to hold her and stroke her skin as she came down from her orgasm. Jo opened her eyes and looked at Mike, "Mmmm...Wow" she smiled. Then she pulled his face to hers for a kiss. They kissed deeply as she recovered from the best orgasm she had ever had. As they were kissing and fondling each other she began to feel him moving his hips so that his cock was sliding through the top of her pussy lips and rubbing along her clit. It felt amazing. She began to moan into his mouth, and then she reached down between their bodies and wrapped her hand around his cock, pushing it down and lining it up to her tight wet hole. Joanne Joanne was in a state of total arousal. Of course, she would never let Betty know this. But she'd come to look forward to Betty's regular reports on her torrid fuck sessions with Bill with enormous anticipation. As Betty recounted the events of her last tryst with Bill, Joanne's mind wandered. Images of him swam in her head. Those images were clipped from afternoons he'd spent at her pool with Sarah, her daughter. Evenings he'd stayed for dinner. And then there were the memories of Sarah's moans and cries as Bill fucked her senseless in her bedroom. The bedroom next to Joanne's. Joanne couldn't hear every breath they took. But she heard enough to know that Bill was nearly insatiable. Bill had screwed her daughter three, four and as many as six times and more in that bedroom. And Joanne had listened with rapt attention to every bed creak, grunt and moan. More than once she'd gotten up to use the master bath that separated the two bedrooms, and lingered much longer than she needed to, listening. Listening and touching herself; her hands roamed to her breasts, thighs or the flat of her stomach. Once in a while a finger would find her lips and she'd catch herself sucking on it thoughtfully, lost in her horny reverie. Usually this touching resulted in her having to relieve herself with those same fingers. And as she fingered her pussy, she dreamed that it was Bill's long, thick cock and not her fingers that was pumping in and out of her steamy little cunt. Sarah had been, and still was, smitten with Bill. She didn't know, of course, that Bill had been seeing Betty on a regular basis. She was leaving for college in a couple of days and it was going to break her heart. It was obvious to Joanne, even before Betty, that Bill was just a young man enjoying the things that came to him as a result of being handsome and, well, gifted. "........three more times, Jo. In one day. Can you believe it? And hard as a rock every time." Betty continued, unaware that Joanne's mind was wandering. ".....uh, No! no I can't." Joanne sputtered as she regained her thoughts. "Five times in one day! And he lasted at least twenty minutes every time. Hell, the last time I thought i was going to have to make him stop. He fucked me for a solid hour!" Betty finished that last with a note of exasperation in her voice. It was meant to hide the relish she took in her conquest of Bill, but Joanne wasn't fooled. She knew Betty too well. The fact that Betty's husband, Clark, had long ago stopped giving Betty the attention she needed had not ended her sex life. Betty was discrete, to be sure. But a woman with her lush figure and classic beauty had no trouble attracting the attention of a man. Her affairs had been few but well chosen and prolonged. This last with Bill though was a departure. Bill had none of the sophistication that her other lovers had had. The boy was only eighteen. But he made up for it with raw talent. Her motives had been driven purely by lust. That lust was fueled by Bill's easy manner and good looks. But more so by Joanne's lurid accounts of all night fuck sessions with her daughter, Sarah. "Clark called last night to let me know he's coming down for two weeks." confided Betty. "I don't know if I can stand it. When Bill leaves I'm ready for him to go. Then I want him back. I'm worried about myself, Jo. Bill has shown me an itch that I didn't know I needed to scratch. Now i want it scratched all the time." "I know what you mean, Betty." Joanne took on a conspiratorial tone. "I haven't had any in months now. My fingers smell like shrimp all the time." * * * * * * * Bill had surprised Joanne by being a proper mixture of attentive and supportive as Sarah and he sat at her dinning table enjoying a last evening together before she went off to college. The evening progressed, as these evenings usually did, with cocktails in the living room and lively conversation. Sarah did a good job of keeping her feelings in check. She, Joanne and Bill all had more than the usual number of cocktails. Joanne especially. The result was that when it was time for bed, Joanne was more than ready. She went in to her room, closed the door and promptly passed out. Around midnight Joanne was woken by a powerful urge to pee. The alcohol hadn't worn off completely and the bathroom procedure took more than the usual effort. As she sat down she became aware of noises coming from Sarah's bedroom. Bill was treating Sarah to a goodbye fucking and by the sounds coming from her, she was enjoying it. "Unnnh! huh huh your fucking cock's so big! Give it to me! Huh huh, FUCK! Give it to me." Apparently Bill didn't need this last direction since Joanne could hear Sarah's bed creaking in tempo. The bed creaks were punctuated by the slap, slap, slap of Bill burying his fabled cock into her daughter's willing pussy. Joanne cupped her ample left breast with her left hand and caressed it gently. She could feel the familiar tingle of excitement growing between her legs. The cock she had fantasized about so many times. The huge prick that Betty had spoken of so often and in such detail was pumping a pussy just one room away, Never mind that it was her daughter's pussy it was pumping. A moan escaped her lips as she pinched her nipple. She was seized by an uncontrollable urge. She pulled on a thin silk robe and eased open the door to her bedroom. The door to Sarah's bedroom was closed, but there was a waist high window to her bedroom at the back of the house. Joanne stepped through a sliding glass door into the moonlight. The South Florida night was cooler than usual and her nipples stiffened under the thin fabric of her robe. The house was built in an L-shape, with a six foot high cinder block wall squaring it off. Turning, she walked to the end of the house and made her way through a side gate and along the side of the house and around the back. The grass was slightly damp from the dew and it muffled the sound of her bare feet. At the back of the house she passed the window to her own bedroom and, hugging the wall she eased up to look into Sarah's room. The room was dimly lit by a night light that Sarah left on most nights. Through the window Joanne could see that Bill was on his knees, fucking Sarah from behind. Sarah had her face buried in a pillow but Joanne could hear her inarticulate cries clearly through the open window. Joanne moved to the cover of a small tree that bordered the property. "Ummph! Uh, uunnnnnh! Jeeszz oooooo, huh uh uh!" As Bill stuffed his cock into her with short chopping thrusts. A confident cocksman, his pace was unhurried. He knew Sarah had come several times and would come several times more. He stopped thrusting for a moment and withdrew his prick slowly. Sarah's pussy sloshed lewdly and farted as the head of his prick sucked free of her cunt. There, in the dim glow of the night light, Joanne got a near perfect view of Bill's massive fuck tool. It glistened with the juices of her daughter's cunt as he rubbed it on both cheeks of her ass. Joanne's knees nearly failed her and she had to reach out to hold on to a branch to steady herself. Her breath caught in her chest and her free hand went to cup one of her tits. She pinched a nipple hard and could feel her pussy gush as an orgasm swept through her. She watched with morbid fascination as Bill lodged the tip of his cock in the entrance to Sarah's twat and drove it in. "Huh!" Sarah sounded like she'd had the breath knocked out of her. Her tits were nearly as huge as her Mother's and they jiggled and slapped together with each thrust. Joanne was rooted to the spot as she watched her daughter taking the full length of Bill's huge prick. Bill slowed his pace even more. He gently eased his full length out of Sarah's pussy, leaving just the distended, purple head lodged in her slit. Then, slowly eased all the way back into her. Fully sheathed, he ground his hips from side to side, then in circles, probing Sarah's depths. Joanne was enthralled, riveted to the spot with morbid fascination at the scene playing out before her. Bill pulled out completely once more and laid his prick along the cheek of Sarah's ass. The contrast of her white flesh and his reddened shaft silhouetted his massive length perfectly for Joanne. He left it there for a moment and allowed it's throbbing to subside. Then, grasping the shaft he guided himself along Sarah's slit-up and down- teasing her to the point of distraction. "Fucking give it to me!" Sarah gritted. "You know that drives me crazy! Fuck me!" Her hips gyrated in an effort to catch his beloved fuck tool. Bill obliged Sarah by finding her cuntal opening and thrusting all the way in and holding. He shoved her down on the bed. Bracing his hands on either side of Sarah he began jack hammering her pussy with hard, short strokes. "This what you wanted?!" He panted into her ear as he pumped her pussy. "You want to be fucked, Sarah? Did you say you want some dick?" The night air was suffused with the syncopated sounds of their sex. The bed creaked, Sarah's pussy sloshed and Sarah grunted unintelligibly to the rhythm of Bill's pumping dick. A pain shot through Joanne's nipple and she realized that she was the one pinching it too hard. But as the pain subsided it warmed and felt good. They were almost done, she knew. She watched as Bill fucked Sarah to orgasm. Then she tore herself away and hurried back to the side door to the court yard. * * * * * * * Joanne was wide awake. She'd slipped back into her room quietly and tried for sleep. But it wouldn't come. She felt electrically charged. She'd fingered herself to orgasm, of course. But that didn't have it's usual calming effect. Visions of Bill spearing her daughter with that beautiful cock were etched into her psyche. She was obsessing, and she knew it. But she didn't care. She'd made a decision. She would seduce Bill as soon as the chance presented itself. With Sarah leaving for college and Betty occupied with her husband there was nothing in the way. The problem was, now that she'd decided to go through with it, her whole being was charged with the prospect. It was two in the morning. She decided that maybe another drink or two would calm her. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and padded down the hall to the kitchen. In the night filled kitchen, she found the liquor cabinet and found the bottle of Black Velvet, an inexpensive blended whiskey she referred to as "brown medicine". She poured herself a healthy dose over ice and walked around to sit in one of the counter height stools on the far side of the kitchen island. She was half way through her second drink when she heard the water running in the hall bath that joined the second and third bedrooms. The "brown" was having it's effect. A warm, welcome glow was spreading through her. She was formulating her plan to seduce Bill when she heard the bathroom door open and close in the hallway and someone's bare feet padding toward the kitchen. In the dim light she could make out Bill's form as he felt his way along. He knew her kitchen nearly as well as she did and he easily found a glass and filled with water. He gulped it down quickly and refilled it. Joanne reflected that all his hard work had made him thirsty. Bill's back was to her and she was sure he hadn't noticed her. In the shadows she could make out the smooth muscles of his back. She marveled at the way his shoulders tapered to a narrow waist and hips. Even the way he wore a pair of Sarah's sweat pants was titillating to her as she imagined him standing before her as he eased them slowly down to reveal what she wanted so badly. This dream was playing out for her when the ice in her glass cracked. Bill turned and said "Oh, hi Jo. I didn't know you were there." "Um, couldn't sleep. I'm having a toddy to calm my nerves. Care to join me?" Bill reflected for a moment. "Yeah, I think I will." and added some ice from the fridge and some "brown" from the bottle on the counter to his glass. He stepped around the island and took a stool next to Joanne. They sipped quietly for a minute. Joanne broke the silence. "Are you going to miss my daughter when she's gone?" It was a very direct question and it took Bill a little off guard. "You know I will." answered Bill a little defensively. Joanne let this simmer for a minute, then changed tactics. "I talked to Betty today." Bill didn't quite choke on his whiskey. "Oh, how's she doing?" "She's doing fine. We had a long talk. As you know, we talk all the time, about all the things going on in our lives." Another pause. "She speaks well of you." This time Bill did get a little whiskey up his nose. "Uh, she does?" "Yes, Bill. She does." Joanne was smiling now and half turned toward Bill. "We talk almost every day. And we tell each other everything." Bill was disarmed. 'By everything she couldn't' mean Everything! Or did she?' "Bill, listen to me." her tone now softer, conciliatory. "I've known all along that you didn't really have any deep feelings for Sarah." "Well, I.." "It's okay," She touched his knee. "Young people have affairs like this. You're a very handsome young man and it's only natural for you to enjoy the attention of the women around you. Sarah is going to be hurt when she goes away. She knows too that you don't have the feeling for her that she has for you. But she's tough and she'll get over it. A young man with your ... gifts-will break a lot of hearts before it's over." Bill took a moment to absorb this. Joanne's use of the word 'gifts' wasn't lost on him. She'd swiveled her stool to face him now and her hand rested on his thigh just above his knee. Thin clouds partially obscured the moon light that shone through the clerestory windows above where they sat. That light illuminated the lower half of Joanne's face and her sumptuous cleavage where it was enfolded by her short robe. He watched as she licked her full lips. Joanne had married for status, position in the community and, well, money. The result of her marriage, Sarah was a mixture of her beauty and the strength, drive and intelligence of an otherwise unattractive man. Bill had always found Joanne much more attractive than her daughter. Now, with her frank talk and her hand on his leg, he felt a familiar stirring. Over the last couple of weeks he'd had sex with Betty many times. He knew she enjoyed it and in fact, didn't seem to be able to get enough. Then Beverly had all but raped him one day and he'd since had a couple of secret interludes with her. Bill was stunned by his good fortune with each of these very sexy women. Now Joanne seemed to be taking an interest. His senses reeled. He'd thought, while he was fucking Sarah, that he'd seen someone under the tree outside her window. Someone in a short white robe just like the one Joanne was wearing right now. Caught up in the moment, he'd pulled his cock out of Sarah's pussy and laid it along the cheek of her ass to give Joanne a good look. He hadn't been able to see her face, but who else would be in their back yard in nothing but a white robe? Bill turned toward Joanne. "So, Betty tells you everything?" He rested his hand on hers. "Yes, everything." she whispered through parted lips. She gently squeezed his thigh for effect. "So, you know........" "Yes Bill, I know everything." Her hand moved up his thigh a little more and she squeezed again. Bill could hear her breathing. Could smell the whiskey on her. His gaze fell on her breasts. Her keeping a grip on his thigh was having the effect of pulling her robe open, revealing more of what was biggest pair of tits Bill would ever see. Joanne's body was like a ripe peach-abundant, lush and inviting. "The things she told you must have piqued your curiosity." He paused for a moment. "Otherwise you wouldn't have been outside Sarah's window tonight. watching us." "No....I.....uh" "Yes you were, Joanne. I saw you. Saw you under the tree, cupping your left breast while I fucked your daughter. You wanted to take her place, didn't you?" Nothing from Joanne but a sharp inhale. "I pulled my cock out of her to show you. I knew you were there. I showed it to you, because I knew you wanted to see it. Now, seeing the look on your face. I know you want me the same way that Betty does." It was Joanne's turn to be stunned. How had this teenaged boy gotten the upper hand? How did he know so well what she wanted. How......it didn't matter. He was right. And the seduction she'd planned was happening sooner than she'd hoped. Except that he was the one doing the seducing. Bill leaned in and kissed Joanne's lips softly. "It's okay, Jo. I want you too. Have wanted you since I started coming over here. Most of the reason I kept coming was so that I could see you. He kissed her again, still softly, once, twice. " Bill stood up at Joanne's side. He ran his hand across her shoulders and down her back, caressing her. He leaned to kiss her, more deeply this time. "Tell me i'm right, Joanne. Tell me you want me too." His right hand reached into her robe to squeeze one breast, then the other. "Tell me." "Yes." was all she could manage. "Yes what?" Joanne's nipple pressed into the palm of his hand. it stood out stiffly three quarters of and inch. He kissed her again. As Bill kissed her, Joanne's hand went to his hip and slid around to caress the cheek of his ass. It was firm and muscular. She hooked her fingers in the waist band of his pants and tugged them down a few inches. Her breath became ragged as her fingers touched the flesh on his thigh. Bill's hand found her inner thigh and he trailed his fingers along it, nearly to her pussy and then back toward her knee. Joanne's robe was open all the way now and Bill took full advantage, alternately fondling her thighs and breasts as he continued to kiss her lips, face and neck. "Tell me you want me, Jo. Tell me how you want me. Do you like the way I kiss you?" "Yes." "Do you like the way I touch you?" "Yes, very much." "Do you want me to stop?" "No please don't stop." and with that she shoved Bill's sweats to the floor. Bill's cock hung at her thigh. She reached out and grasped it, milking it as he kissed and fondled her. "I want this." "How do you want it, Jo? In your hand?" "Yes." "Do you want it anywhere else?" "Yes. I want it inside me. Can I have it?" "Of course Jo. You can have my cock any way you want it." Joanne changed her grip on Bill's prick and laid it across her thigh. Even though it wasn't fully erect it reached nearly all the way to her pussy. She tilted her hips up as Bill's hand found her pussy and put her heels on the top rung of the stool, spreading her legs. She was soaked. Bill's finger slid into her easily. Their kisses became deeper, more passionate, their breathing uneven. Bill's cock was fully erect now and she was jacking it with an underhand grip. "Bill, I want you to fuck me." "You want to be fucked, Jo?" "Yes, I need a good fucking. I want you to give me this big beautiful cock. Shove it in me deep and make me cum. I want to cum all over it." She pushed Bill away, took his hand and led him to the living room. A big white sectional was the focal point of the room. "Lie down." she said. Bill lay down with his legs out stretched and his cock jutting obscenely from his crotch. Joanne lay down on top of him, crushing her incredible tits into his chest. Her mouth found his and they made out while she ground her pussy along the length of his rigid pole. Bill was in heaven. He couldn't believe this incredible woman wanted him as much as he wanted her. She alternated between long deep kissing and arching up to hang her beautiful tits in his face for him to suck on. Her nipples were huge and very responsive. The harder he sucked the better she liked it. At one point she said, "Bite my nipples, Bill. They like it rough." Bill did as he was told and she responded with a deep moan. Joanne Joanne raised her hips and reached behind her to grasp Bill's shaft, guiding it to her slit. "Oh God, Bill." She moaned as she took the first few inches of his fat prick. "Oh, ummmm. it feels so good. God it feels good." She began a rocking motion as Bill's dick slid all the way into her. Her rocking became a gyrating rotation as she savored the sensation of being completely filled with dick. The gyrations slowed and she shut her eyes tightly and began to quiver. "Oh! Oh, Bill. I...I...I'm cuming." Her voice was barely audible. Bill watched in awe as this beautiful woman came all over him. Joanne slumped to Bill's chest. "I needed that so bad. Thank you." "I can't believe you're thanking me." said Bill. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He rolled her on her side against the back cushions of the sectional. He slid his upper leg between her legs and with a tit in one hand and his mouth clamped over hers he began to slowly pump her with his cock. Tenderly, lovingly he eased his prick in and out of Joanne's sweet little pussy. And she loved it. The more gently he kissed and caressed her, the more wet she became. During that time of gentle love making she had four more orgasms. Finally Joanne said "Honey, we have to finish up. What if Sarah needs a drink of water or something." "That would be bad." "Yes it would, for both of us. Now roll me over on my back and fuck me hard. I want to feel you come in me." The couch was soft but not springy like a bed. The result was that as Bill pumped away it was like fucking Joanne on a velvet anvil. No bouncing around and loss of trajectory. Just deep fucking. Bill braced himself and began thrusting his huge prick into Joanne's willing pussy. As he did Joanne reached for a pillow to scream into. It had been a while for her and Bill's cock was so big it was almost too much for her to bear. But she knew if she didn't let him satisfy himself in her he may not want her again. So, her tits jiggles, her pussy slurped and Bill grunted as he repeatedly shoved his fat member into her. They'd been at it long enough now and Bill knew she'd be happy for him to come. He altered his angle for maximum stimulation and began to fuck Joanne hard. Still he didn't come. Joanne reached behind Bill and began to fondle his balls. The feeling of her warm little hand on his nuts was wonderful, and that send him over the edge. "Huh! Oh Joey that feels great. Oh, fuck! I'm gonna... Hnnnnn Uh Huh. Fuckfuckfuck, Oh Jesus!" Bill stopped thrusting and buried his prick in Joanne's cunt, deep. He shot one, two, three volleys and then thrust frantically a couple more times. His whole body was on fire as he shot the last of his seed deep into her pussy. He slumped on top of her, panting to regain his breath. Joanne kissed his neck and face. "That was wonderful, Bill. Every bit as wonderful as i needed it to be, and more." "But now we have to send you back to Sarah's bed." "But I'll smell like you." "That's okay, just tell her we were up talking and having a drink. Just be sure you wash that big beautiful cock off in the bathroom first. That smell would be hard to explain." Joanne and Jesse Shaking her long dark hair and straightening her black cocktail dress down her curvy frame Joanne walked slowly from her car to her apartment stairwell in a daze. She hadn't seen her ex in ages and it always amazed her how much a 'Jesse sighting' affected her. It was almost like his stare across the bar with those brooding blue yes was a physical caress and one that touched her in places that made her whole body tingle. She had pushed him away over a year ago due to the irrational fears she harbored after coming off of a messy divorce not to long before that. She had sometimes since then wished he hadn't of let her go, fighted harder for her, but most of all that she hadn't been so stupid. They had an unusual relationship at best. He had made her secret sexual self finally open up and give into her submissive needs. A strong woman who never bowed to anyone found herself on her knees in a classic slave fashion, naked at his feet and finally at peace with herself. It was like finally coming home. Joanne never had let someone in that far, trusted them that much. It was obvious to her that it had left a permanent mark on her, unlike the way he use to bite her to mark her as 'His', because they always eventually and sadly faded. Lately there was talk about him fancying himself a player and a manipulator of women. She knew that he was just lashing out. He had been as open with her as she had with him. She knew he respected women way too much to purposely tear them down for his own sexual exploits. Even though she knew the stories to be false and bravado in the fact of rejection part of her wondered if he had been bragging about her being one of his victims. That is what lead to her sticking out her lounge at him across the bar the last time their eyes had locked in a hot but brief glance. She saw quickly his eyes turned dark as he shook his head and stormed out of the bar. She couldn't tell if it was passion or anger or a heady combination of both reflected back at her in his blue eyes as he passed her on his abrupt departure of the premise. Her mind confused and her heart heavy she trudged up her stairs to see the most peculiar thing on the landing, Jesse. Jesse looked at Joanne with the same stormy blue eyes, his golden hair ruffled like his hand had ran through it too many times, which he was apt to do when frustrated. Joanne tried to pick her jaw up off of the ground and say something but just seeing him there in that tight black shirt that molded every muscle and the way he was staring at her like a hungry tiger about to pounce had rendered her completely speechless. "Let me in kitten." Jesse said in a low threatening voice Even though she knew better, she still scrambled past him to open the door for him. Her ankle biting attack dogs lunged at both of them in a barrage of fur and yips. Joanne scooped both of them up before they took a taste of Jesse's incredible looking legs. 'Damn, has he been working out?' she asked herself wondering how it was possible for her to be so wet with anticipation without knowing why he was even there. "Let me put the girls in the kitchen. I'm sure you have something on your mind you feel the need to share and I won't be able to hear you over this racket." Walking away with them and shutting them away behind the kitchen door she turned to see him standing just inside the front door wearing the same expression except a little more pained like he was holding himself back. As she walked up and sat on the arm of her couch across from him she could see the pulse in his neck beat at a mad rate. 'That can't be good.' She thought. "What's on your mind Jesse? Come to yell at me for leaving you over a year ago, or are you just miffed that I stuck my tongue out at you?" She tried to have the words fall off of her lips as casually as possible even if it was a false front. She lifted her eyes to him defiantly as he purposefully close the gap between them in a few short steps and stood directly in front of her and slapped her, hard. Joanne's eyes went wide in surprise as her hand leapt to the offended cheek. The welt started to blaze with heat as she thought about the mark that was going to leave. "Get down on your fucking knees kitten." Jesse growled looking menacing suddenly Joanne was amazed as she felt herself drop to the hardwood floors instantaneously like her body was on autopilot. Confused at her submission to a man she no longer had a relationship with her eyes dropped to the floor. She heard his belt unbuckle and his zipper as she willed herself to stand but her body stayed still as a marble statue. "Open your mouth." Jesse demanded. Joanne parted her lips slightly never taking her eyes off of the floor before her. Jesse grabbed her hair in his fist and pulling her head back and trapping it immobile on the arm of the couch. As she looked up his engorged cock sprung from his jeans and her mouth started to salivate imagining the taste of the velvety soft skin wrapped around pure throbbing steel. "Wider!" Jesse hissed sinking his hard cock into her mouth pulling the tip back and forth playfully over her tongue as it swirled along the length of his arousal. He groaned and closed his eyes for a moment lost in the feeling of her wet tongue worshipping the most male part of him. He opened his eyes and looked deep into hers and growled grabbing the arm of the couch on the side of her head with his other hand and rammed his manhood down her throat. Joanne wasn't exactly a deep throater and started to choke and gag. He pulled back and slammed home again holding himself deep inside her with his hips against her face as she tried hopelessly to push his hips back. He pulled back again and started to fuck her face as tears streamed down it from his brutal assault. Just when Joanne thought she was going to pass out, he withdrew his cock dripping with her salvia and yanked her up to her feet by her hair. Grabbing her shoulders and turning her around to face the sofa and pushing her down until Joanne was bent over the arm of the sofa. "Not one peep kitten." He bent over and whispered in his ear. Her whole body tensed up as she felt him lift her dress and pull off her panties and then started too vibrated in anticipation as his strong hand stated to stroke her back pushing her further over the couch arm and lifting her dress higher over her back. "Spread your legs." He said as he kicked her legs further apart until her legs were spread as far as they could go and she was on her tippy toes. Jesse's hands stroked her bare bottom and up and down each thigh as she suppressed a moan each time he got close to the now aching apex between her thighs trying to will his hand there. Joanne wiggled her bottom at him wishing for some relief ignoring the swishing sound of leather through denim belt loops. Her whimpering stopped over a bitten lip when the first swing of his belt landed across her ass and turned into a surprised yelp. "Not a fucking peep." Jesse warned as his hands stroked over the welt rising over the creamy skin and continued to stroke lower till he stopped over her clit flicking it playfully before slipping a finger inside her wet sheath until her thighs were wet with her own juices. The belt came down with such force 5 more times that Joanne could taste the blood in her mouth from biting her lip from crying out. Then like throwing a switch her was lightly stroking each mark he made across the abused skin of her ass with one hand and stroking two fingers in and out of her with the other. "Beg for it." Jesse whispered against her ear as he nibbled on it and her neck. She shook her head fighting against the overwhelming urge to give in to him. The heavy leather of the belt came down 3 more time almost lifting her off of her toes with the sheer force making her wonder what was going to break first her will or her skin. Again he lovingly massaged the crisscrossed marks as well as keeping her dripping wet by playing with her pussy and her clit. "Beg for it kitten." He demanded again as she squirmed under his attentions tasting the saltiness of not only the blood but her tears over her mistreated lips. "Please...." She whispered softly "Please what?" He laughed at her wills demise "Please..." Joanne whined. "Please fuck me." Still laughing he asked "Please fuck you? Is that what you really want kitten?" "Yes, please fuck me with your hard cock." Joanne embarrassedly replied "Since you asked so nice, as you wish" Jesse's cock paused for a second at her wet opening before he drove in into her harder and faster than she thought was possible. His hips bouncing off of her painful welts giving her such a heady mixture of pleasure and pain she started to orgasm over his cock driving in and out of her. His cock started to twitch in response until he moaned loudly and collapsed over her coming deep inside of her. The two of them stayed like that for a few quiet moments before he withdrew and pushed her back softly down in an unspoken order to stay put. Joanne couldn't have moved if she wanted to without assistance even if she had tried. Her knees had given out on her a while back as she rested all of her weight over the couch trying to catch her breath and make sense of what just happened. He returned with a warm wet wash cloth and began cleaning up the evidence of their passion between her legs and down her thighs as he whistled 'I Just Seen a Face' by the Beatles and then rubbed some cool lotion over her marred bottom. His shift in moods confused her even more as she moaned at the coolness of the lotion putting out most of the fire across her backside. "Kitten, I still own you. You have proven that in spades tonight. I'll put a collar around that neck yet." He leaned over and whispered lovingly into her ear before kissing her on the cheek and striding out the door before she could even push up off of the couch. She knew he was right. He had always owned her, especially her heart. Joanne and Muriel Honestly, I'd never given too much thought to being with a black woman, never mind two of them at once. Funny how things work out. It certainly was an unforgettable educational experience that broadened my cultural horizons, so to speak. I was twenty-four years old and having the time of my sexual life. I worked in the Merchandise Information Systems department at a major department store's home office. The job itself might sound rather mundane, but think about it. At the risk of stereotyping, who works in retail? Gay men and beautiful young ladies, mostly. Ergo, if you're a reasonably attractive heterosexual male in close proximity on a daily basis to hot, fashionable chicks, you're going to get laid. A lot. And I was. Boy, was I ever. Hence, when Joanne Milligan started to flirt with me incessantly and rather aggressively, I pretty much shrugged it off as something not worth pursuing. To be perfectly candid, in my youthful naivete, the idea of fucking an older black woman scared the shit out of me, despite the reality that Joanne was built like the proverbial Brick House. Given a dose of truth serum, I'd have to confess that if she was white, I would have taken her up on her suggestive offers in a heartbeat. Joanne was in her mid-thirties, I'd estimate, and worked behind the scenes as a call center supervisor, so she could wear skin-tight jeans and low-cut blouses to work virtually every day. The brothers who worked in the warehouse next to her office practically lined up when she paraded past them on her lunch breaks, Joanne's body was that sensational, there was no debate about that. She stood about 5-feet-4, with huge missile-shaped tits that jutted out and bounced wildly during her sexy struts, and a round, bubble-shaped butt that was essentially perfectly shaped. That is, of course, if you preferred round, bubble-shaped butts. And, oh yes, lest I forget, her camel toe that protruded routinely through her jeans indicated that she wasn't a big fan of panties, apparently. I was more of a thin-tight-butt kinda man myself, and that is why if I WAS indeed going to have any interest in a black girl, it was going to be Muriel Haynes, who worked in Joanne's department. Muriel was lighter skinned, mocha-colored compared to Joanne's deep cocoa, and she was tall, thin, and quiet to the point of being shy. She was a knockout, though, a Halle Berry-type when Halle had lighter, longer hair. I learned in casual small talk that Muriel was a year out of college where she had been a champion high-hurdler in track and field. I confess that on more than one occasion I had imagined Muriel hurdling herself over and over on my cock. One day, as I was lingering much longer in their department than I needed to while installing some new software into their department's main frame, Joanne approached me from behind and caught me in the act of ogling Muriel's long, shapely legs as she sat at her desk in a flowery summer sundress, revealing a nice view of her shapely calves and muscular thighs. Busted. Joanne sidled up to me and whispered into my ear. "So you DO like us black girls after all, eh, John? There is hope for us yet." She turned on her heels, smiling wickedly over her shoulder at me, and I couldn't help but notice that her butt looked especially squeezable today. I guess my hormones were over-active that particular day, but my cock began to rise involuntarily, and Joanne peered down directly at my crotch, bulging through my khakis, and licked her lips discreetly. She had all but asked me to fuck her several times before, and for the first time, maybe spurred on by Muriel's beauty as well, I had begun to sincerely consider the possibility. I blushed like a stop light, and after hastily gathering my stuff, I walked into Joanne's office to take her temperature, and pushed the door so that only a crack remained open, obscuring the view of any passersby without being blatant about it. "Allright, Joanne, suppose I DID ask you out, where would we go?" She rose from her desk, walked past me close enough so that our hips touched as she passed, and closed the door entirely. She stood with her back against the door and raised a finger to her mouth, placing it between her full, brown lips. "Here," she said, sucking languidly on her manicured fingertip. Her finger lowered to her deep cleavage, and she ran it slowly in circles along first one nipple, and then the other, the nubs rising visibly beneath her blouse. "Here." The same finger cascaded down to her jeans, and she ran it along the obvious slit on her crotch, tracing the outline of her prominent labia as I fought to stifle the drool forming in the roof of my mouth. "Here." Her next gesture irrevocably changed my mindset on fucking a black woman. My cock felt as if were about to burst through my zipper as she turned around, placed one hand on the door to brace herself, bent over at the knees, and placed the same exploring finger directly between her jean-clad asscheeks. "And, if you like, here." She pushed the digit lewdly into her denim-covered asshole. She turned once more, and opened her full lips, and I inhaled her musky perfume and feminine scent, all mixing as one, and she gently bit my lower lip as her hand reached down to judge my reaction to the performance. Neither of us was disappointed. "Mmmm, you ARE a big boy, aren't you? I knew it, I just knew it. Maybe we can overcome this hesitancy of yours, John. Maybe you're re-thinking the errors of your ways?" I nodded nervously, sweat forming on my brow now as she continued to stroke my cock, running her lighter-hued palms across the length of my shaft. Joanne seemed to revel in my discomfort, like a predatory panther toying with her skittish prey. "We're having a little inter-departmental Happy Hour after work on Friday at the Heartthrob Cafe, handsome." She mercifully released her grip on my cock, perhaps sensing that I was about ready to burst. "Muriel will be there, since you seem to like that sweet young stuff." I shifted on the balls of my feet, trying to regain some semblance of composure. Joanne then lifted her breasts up with both of her hands, cupping them so that they raised almost to her chin. They were, as Teri Hatcher's character infamously uttered on Seinfeld, "Spectacular." Joanne's pinkish tongue darted out of her mouth and she mimicked licking her globes, and out of the corner of her mouth, she cooed, "And these puppies will be there, too. Perhaps we could find a nice home for that impressive white-boy pole of yours." Gee, guess where I ended up going for Happy Hour on Friday? I showed up more than fashionably late, strategically so, and by the time I arrived, the crowd had thinned considerably, and most of those that remained were well on the path to drunkenness. This included Muriel, who greeted me with a big, enthusiastic hug as she downed a shot of some fruity-colored liquor from a shot glass. Joanne, who appeared to be stone sober, quickly approached from the rear, and urged Muriel, "I told you he'd come, sweetie. Go on, girl, tell him what you told me earlier." Muriel looked red-hot, she had on a short, pleated black miniskirt that I had never seen her wear in the office environment, and two amaretto-colored nubs poked through a sheer, lacy bra, covered by her thin, linen ivory blouse. She dipped her big, almond eyes in embarrassment. "Stop it, Jo, don't make me." Joanne leered evilly at her, "Go on, baby doll, he needs to hear it. Tell him." Joanne stared directly at me while cupping her hands around Muriel's dainty chin, raising her head to meet mine. "Tell him. He'll like it." Muriel's lips quivered anxiously, but the lustful look in her eyes indicated that the liquor had caused a metamorphosis deep within Muriel's libido. She said the words slowly, softly, annunciating each syllable dramatically, her eyes boring into mine as she spoke. "I...want...to.....feel....your.......big.......cock......in...........me." Behind her, smirking, Joanne's voice was barely audible in the blaring background music of the lively nightclub. "I told her about my hands-on inspection a few days ago. And, for the record, ditto, that goes for me to. Up to it?" Joanne slipped me a scrap of paper with her address scribbled on it. I recognized the location, it was within walking distance. I folded the paper in my hip pocket as my cock twitched within it as well, and awaited further direction from our Alpha-cougar social director, Joanne, still somewhat astonished at what was transpiring. "We really don't need to bring any unwanted attention to our little plan, do we, John? Office gossip and innuendo and such, you know. " She shook her head in mock disgust. "Who needs it? So, Muriel and I will be hosting our own little after-party at my place. Your note is your private invitation. So, RSVP...." Exactly fifty-nine minutes and four shots of tequila later, I knocked on the door of a tasteful brick rowhouse off of Christian Street for what would prove to be, as an understatement, the most gratifying carnal evening of my young existence. Joanne opened the door and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. She had changed into a dark brown velvet blouse with gold accent trimming that looked as if it had been molded to her frame. The push-up bra she was wearing beneath the blouse gave her cleavage the appearance of the approximate size of two small mountain ranges. The only things tighter than her blouse were her painted-on designer jeans and, now, my lap. She took me by the hand and led me to the living room where Muriel was sitting on the plush couch, her long, stockinged legs criss-crossed, one stiletto-heeled shoe dangling off of her right foot, adorned with a gold ankle bracelet. For the first time, I noticed the small tattoo of a teddy bear beneath her stocking, right above her ankle. A small roach of a marijuana cigarette sat in the ash tray on the end table next to her, and her slightly bloodshot pupils indicated that she had partaken liberally. The contrast between the two beauties could not have been more striking. Joanne, the aggressive thirty-something voluptuous with the hourglass figure and the dark chocolate skin; and Muriel, young, tall, lean, lithe and cinnamon-hued, normally demure and reserved, but for tonight, transformed into a willing participant in an multi-partner sexual escapade. Muriel patted the coach for me to sit, and as I did, Joanne lowered herself next to me on the other side, and the two ebony vixens turned my head like a swivel, back and forth, taking turns kissing me hungrily while they alternated rubbing my dick and fumbling with the belt buckle before Joanne took the lead and dropped to her knees and pulled the belt from the loops with a flourish and peeled my trousers down to the floor, separating my legs so that they could drop unimpeded, all the while Muriel sucking on my tongue with her thin, tight lips. Joanne looked up at me and ordered simply, "Stand up." As I did so, she said to Muriel, "C'mere, baby, on your knees with me." As Muriel slid down, together, in tandem, they pulled my boxers down by the waistband, and the fabric snaked over my shaft and my twitching dick flipped into plain sight. "Mmmm, fuck, my God, " Muriel gasped, taking the shaft tentatively in her long fingers. "Fuck, that's nice, wow, what a dick." Joanne looked pleased with her assessment and mumbled, "I told you, baby, Mommy knows from dock, and this is the nicest piece of white meat I've ever seen." She cupped my balls as Muriel continued to stroke my shaft, more urgently now. She continued her description, like an announcer giving play-by-play to a radio audience. "Long, thick, REAL thick, and look at the size of that cock head, what a tip, it looks like a lemon." She raised her head to suck on it gently, as I groaned. "I like lemons. Here, Muriel, have a taste with me." Muriel took the tip in her mouth as Joanne snaked her dark tongue up and down my shaft, and at that moment, I had never felt more like a stud. I had had more than a few women comment on my size and girth, but for the most part, I had chalked up to mainly sexual banter in the heat of the action. I mean, I knew I was comparatively well-endowed, but when two black women fussed and got wide-eyed over my size, well, I figured maybe I was pretty damn hung after all. I didn't know how much experience Muriel had with men (although I was to be VERY pleasantly surprised at her expertise), but I figured Joanne had seen more than her share of hefty cock in her day, so the fact that I measured up more than favorably gave me a burst of self-confidence so that I suddenly felt sexually invincible, and this sense of confidence rushed directly to my cock, lengthening and thickening it even more, so that I KNEW my cock was more excited and bigger than it had ever been. Of course, the fact that two hot and horny black women were sucking on it while groaning and panting probably had something to do with it, also. Joanne licked and sucked on my balls like two melting scoops of vanilla ice cream while Muriel's tight mouth went up and down on my dick with alacrity, an audible 'pop' resonating through the small room each time she picked her head up for breath before repeating the process. "Let's switch, sugar," Joanne said to her tag-team partner, and Joanne's full, walnut-colored lips attacked my cock with fervor, while Muriel's long tongue lapped vertically and enthusiastically on my concrete-hard shaft, their two mouths occasionally meeting in the middle as they shared the tang of my pre-cum. Joanne suddenly stood up and pulled her velvet blouse over her head, her mahogany monsters now partially exposed beneath her underwire bra, and with a grin unsnapped the clasp, and two mahogany monsters spilled out from their encasement to join in the fun. Her areolas appeared to be the circumference of two bronze tennis balls, and her jet-black nipples protruded like champagne diamonds. She peered down at Muriel, still perched between my calves and licking urgently, and began to rub her nips with her respective thumbs and index fingers. She asked smugly, "What do you think of these?" Muriel suspended her oral homage to pay tribute to her boss' bountiful mammaries. "Oh my God, Jo, Jesus Christ, those are the most amazing tits I've ever seen." I nodded, seconding the motion, wondering just how hard my dick could get before it would explode. With no false modesty, I was normally pretty proud of my stamina, but this was borderline unfair now. Joanne kneeled down again and smiled at Muriel. "Move over, girlfriend, our boy here could use some windshield wipers on that big slab of his." With one hand, she mashed her massive tits together around my dick, and with the other, she placed it on the back of Muriel's neck and pushed her face down onto my cock. Muriel didn't need an instruction manual, she resumed sucking my cock as Joanne's huge breasts slapped her cheeks on each down stroke, and the increasing decibel level of Muriel's moans indicated that this got her even hotter. It didn't take long with this exotic exacta before I announced the inevitable, "Oh, ah, fuck, I'm going to cum, ladies, here it cu........" A split-second before I unleashed a torrent of cum, Joanne removed her cleavage from my lap and grabbed my pulsing shaft, pointing it directly at Muriel's pretty face, and splash after splash of white, sticky semen landed on Muriel's chestnut skin, coating her cheeks, her eyelids, her forehead, and dripping down to her collarbone above her silky blouse. Some even got onto her tongue, and Joanne took that opportunity, as Muriel's eyes were still closed due to the stream of sperm on her lids, to spoon her own tongue into Muriel's mouth to savor and share my salty seed. Joanne rose and stepped out of her jeans so that she now, finally, stood naked in all of her glory in front of us, validating the long-held suspicion that she paraded about commando under her denim, although Muriel couldn't yet see her, still blinded by perhaps a good half-ounce of cum. Joanne scurried into the kitchen and I watched mesmerized as her fleshy asscheeks bounced during her departure, and her prodigious tits did the same on the return trip. She wiped Muriel's sputtering face with a warm towel with one hand, while deftly unzipping Muriel's skirt with the other, so skillfully that I don't know if Muriel even felt her skirt falling to the carpet. "Will you two excuse me for a minute?" Muriel asked once the realization hit her that she was now sans skirt, displaying a see-through black silk thong that clearly showed the outline of her labia. "I need to go to the restroom to clean up before we can start round two, I hope, OK?" I again closely examined my second black ass within a few minutes, and the visual contrast of Muriel's thin, taut, sepia-colored cheeks compared to Joanne's sizeable heart-shaped buttocks served to keep my dick at full-mast. This observation did not escape Joanne as she leaned over to kiss me deeply as she stroked my cock. "Fuck her like she's never been fucked before, big dick. I want you to fuck her into unconsciousness so that I can have you to myself. I'm going to show you how a real sister fucks, you white stud, you." That plan worked just fine for me. Joanne called into the bathroom towards Muriel, "Don't come back with no clothes on, young lady. Come show this man your fine body, baby doll." I couldn't resist any longer, so I began sucking on Joanne's incredible tits while we waited for Muriel. I snaked my index finger into her dripping snatch as she trembled upon the digital penetration, swirled and dipped it around inside of her snatch, and brought the finger up to my lips to enjoy my first taste of black pussy. I can't say it was unpleasant, it was muskier than I was used to, but rich in texture, almost like a small sample of tangy, tart maple syrup. Just then, as if on cue, Muriel appeared from the bathroom. I stared in admiration at this slim, bronze beauty with not an ounce of fat anywhere. Grapefruit sized tits, flat belly, long slender legs, tight rounded ass and a smooth shaved pussy shining with her leaking juices. This was gonna be fun. Joanne apparently thought so, too, because she moved to an adjacent leather chair, providing ample and unfettered room for Muriel and I on the couch, and she spread her legs over the armrest, fingering her slit leisurely, and said, almost matter-of-factly, "Do her." I began to stroke my cock as I looked at this vision before me, standing there with her belly totally flat. You could tell Muriel was a fanatic when it came to working out. The muscles on her belly rippled as she moved towards me. Her hips were wide and shapely and that ass of hers was to die for. Her long tapered legs were the perfect shape and her calves were nicely rounded. I stood and escorted Muriel over to the couch and set her down on it. I knelt down before her and started kissing her belly and running my tongue through her thin, dark patch of hair I found above her dripping pussy. She spread her legs wide and her pussy opened like a flower blooming. The inner salmon-colored folds were wet with her juices and the scent was overpowering and erotic. I lowered my mouth and my tongue parted her inner folds as I dipped into her pussy. Her taste was like honey laced with cognac and she ran her fingers through my hair as I found her clit. She stiffened and let out a groan as she came for the first time. I continued to suck and lick at her dripping pussy and she rolled her hips up and down, around and around as she built towards another orgasm. Muriel screamed out, "Oh John, suck my clit, yes, yes just like that, oh fuck, I'm cumming again!" She fell back against the backrest as her hips thrust upwards against my sucking mouth. She let out a long groan and then went limp. I had to hold her up from sliding off the edge of the couch. Joanne and Muriel When I stood up my lips and shin were shiny and wet from her thick creamy nectar. I licked my lips and looked down at that gorgeous body I knew I would now be fucking. I slapped the tip of my cock on the hood of her clit a few times to further tease and prepare her for the ravaging she was about to receive. From the chair, still languidly playing with herself, Joanne asked her young subordinate a question. "What was it you told John in the nightclub, baby?" This time, there was no pregnant pause or dragging out the syllables. Muriel even added an adjective, just for emphasis. She gazed up at me with half-closed lids, drunk, high, and sooooooooo ready to be fucked, and fucked hard. "I want to feel your big FUCKING cock in me." She added a time frame to the order. "Now." Hey, who was I to quibble? Never argue with two black women at once, right? I eased my cock into her sopping hole slowly, realizing from experience that she would have to get accustomed to my cock's length, and particularly the girth, before she could fully accept the deep pounding that she undoubtedly wanted. Her gorgeous chestnut hair flowed across the pillow as she laid back, preparing for deep penetration. I pushed a stray lock from one eye as I lowered my mouth to her fabulous lips. Her tongue came out immediately and licked my lips and entered my mouth. Our tongues dueled as her hand grabbed my ass and pulled me harder against her lush body. My hands were busy sliding across that smooth skin to capture her stiff nipples and slowly tweak them. She let out a moan into my mouth and sucked harder on my tongue. My rock hard cock was sliding in and out of her swollen pussy lips as I felt her heat and wetness surround my shaft. Muriel was tight, real tight. It was clear that she had never been stretched quite like this. She wrapped her long legs around my hips and humped upward trying to make deeper contact with my cock even though she still was obviously experiencing some initial discomfort. Prolonging the pussy tease, I broke loose of her legs and slid down her body. I started to suck on her perfect globes. I grabbed them both and began pushing them together and then licked both of those huge nipples at the same time. This drove her crazy as she rocked her hips back and forth trying to again make contact with her pussy and my body. I sucked hard on first one and then the other, over and over. I stopped for a moment and looked her up and down, drinking in her beauty. Her proud attractive face was now looking quizzically at me. Her slender neck, her beautiful full breasts, nipples hardened with desire. Her slim waist fanning out to her very flat stomach. The flimsy bit of pubic hair framing her shaved pussy, the V of her crutch parting to the start of her long shapely legs. In any color, this was one hell of a beautiful young woman. Her look told me the time for teasing was over, no words needed to be uttered. I guided my now rampant cock into her slippery love tunnel, pushing it home to the hilt and slamming her butt cheeks hard against the surface of the couch. Muriel responded by thrusting her pelvis at me, her cunt grinding hard up onto my cock. She threw her arms around, grabbing my buttocks and pulling me even harder into her. We kept this furious pace going for what seemed ages but was probably only a few minutes until I felt her body begin to stiffen and I knew she was about to orgasm again. I slammed my cock into her as hard as I could and held it there and she screamed, and her words surprised me, but tremendously aroused me, coming from this seemingly shy brown doe. "You fucking bastard, pump me! Fuck me! Slam that cock of yours into me! Hard, all of it!" Still I held myself rigid, deep inside her as she tried to thrust herself off the couch and deeper into my cock. Then it happened. Another orgasm tore through her. This time her reaction was different. She held me tightly, pressed her mouth to mine and kissed me passionately, but gently. The kiss went on and on as her orgasm subsided. I started to move in and out of her again, slowly and gently and her body responded in the same manner. The juices were pouring out of her now, my whole groin area was saturated. We slid to the floor, never disengaging, the slow fucking and kissing continuing. I could feel my own orgasm building, slowly, deliciously. That explosive feeling in your whole body when one of those mind blowing, body-shattering orgasms approach. Every nerve ending in your body experiencing that exquisite feeling. I blew! It felt like my cock was a fire hose, so much jism was coming out, saturating Muriel's tunnel! I held her tightly, kept kissing her passionately as her own body responded with another intense orgasm, our two bodies shuddering and shaking with each other as we spent our passion, and Muriel finally collapsed in a pond of cum and sweat and juices, passing out in my embrace. In my temporary foggy daze, I heard the sound of hands clapping from near. I had completely forgotten that Joanne was even still in the room. "Bravo, my God, I've never seen anything like that. Muriel, girl, wow, can you fuck! You're a real cockslut, aren't you, baby?" Jo then realized that, just as she had wanted, Muriel was conked out stone cold, her body limp from excess intoxicants, augmented by a ample helping of white man cock. I tenderly gathered Muriel in my arms and carried her to the bedroom, hoping against hope that my famed stamina could rise for the challenge that I knew now awaited me with Joanne. As sated as I already was, having been the recipient of a dual blowjob, a tit-fuck, and pounding Muriel's fantastic cunt, I anticipated that all of that was only the appetizer to Joanne's full-course gourmet smorgasboard of hot black pussy and ass. Joanne wasted not a second, greeting me upon my return to the living room, after a brief pit stop in the bathroom to collect my bearings, and began to suck my exhausted cock back to stiffness within just a few minutes, resulting in a miraculous resuscitation. "Ah, the wonders of youth," Joanne purred happily, seeing that my eight-inch-plus required piece of equipment was now duly prepared for the next project. She propped herself back on the couch in almost the same spot where Muriel had just been shortly before. "But first, a prelude." "Eat me," Joanne ordered, and I silently breathed a sigh of relief. My cock desperately needed a temporary respite despite the return to hardness. Eat you, I shall, I though to myself. My own curiosity was peaked wondering how distinct different Joanne's flavors would be from Muriel's. I kneeled before Joanne and admired her warm wetness, swollen with arousal and capped with semi-sweet chocolate-colored coarse pubic hair. She rested a foot on my shoulder while she ran her fingers gently through my hair. I leaned in, taking in her sweet scent, and let my tongue just her touch her clit. Joanne let out a low moan, full of desire yet relaxed in the knowledge that her desire would be more than fulfilled. As for me, I was in heaven; she smelled surprisingly clean and tasted wonderful. I could get used to black pussy in a hurry. With one hand, I gripped her thigh and let my other fingers caress the skin on either side of her pussy as my tongue slid dig deep between her labia and then flicked over her clit. Jo's fingers clawed at my scalp as her moans became cries of loud, unashamed pleasure. She used her hands to grind my face into her crotch in near desperate horniness. For whatever reason, I was surprised by her sheer lust, but did not let my surprise deter my desire to please her. Weeks of pent-up teasing and desire for each other were being released now. Joanne had her own needs bottled up for weeks, as she told me later, and now could let her libido overwhelm her. I worked hard with my tongue, making sure she could feel it flick and lick all over, inside and outside. She brought her other leg up and hooked her knee over my shoulder, then dropped the other leg to the same position. I soon found myself with my head squeezed between her thighs. Trapped by her thick, muscled thighs, I could only swirl my tongue even more, and slide my fingers into her pussy. "Oh Fuck...yes...eat me!" Joanne gasped. I could feel her inner muscle strength, the tension building in her until she exploded. Her fingers dug into my head as she threw her head back and nearly screamed her orgasm. My fingers kept thrusting as my tongue wrapped around her clit. Then short panting cries came out of her as tidal waves of feeling from her burning cunt consumed her. My tongue savored the musky flow of her excretions, like a different flavored sherbet whetting the palette between courses of a meal. I pulled her up to me and I kissed her hard and let her taste her own cum on my lips and tongue. She jumped up and wrapped her strong legs around my waist and hugged and kissed me, trying to stuff herself in me. She then pushed me over on my side first, and then onto my back, and she straddled me, her big brown tits whapping against my face. My cock was still stiff and she impaled herself on my cock fully and began riding me. "Oh fuck me John, make me cum again. I'm so fucking hot and so close, fuck me, fuck me hard." I jammed a finger up her tight, ebony asshole and this drove her completely over the top. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming, yes, yes just like that drive that big white cock up my black, wet pussy, and finger-fuck my ass, yes, do it!" She slowly stopped moving, clinging to my body, my cock still imbedded in her tight pussy. She dropped her legs from my hips and slipped off my cock. It was covered in her thick white cum. She bent to rinse her juices from my cock with her tongue and then she positioned herself with her chest against the couch and her knees on the carpet, her plump ass up in the air, spreading her asscheeks apart, exposing her the ebony tunnel of her anus. "You ain't gonna get no e-mail invitation, baby. Take my black ass, big man." So I did. It was the gentlemanly thing to do for a co-worker, and besides, it had to go a long way towards improving race relations. Joanne arched her back and let out an animal groan as she anally accepted my invading cock. With her arched back I bent down and roughtly grabbed one of her large nipples into my hand and pulled hard. This drove her over the top and I pounded her as without mercy. I could feel her juices squirting down out of her hot pussy cavern and drenching my pulsating cock. "Oh fuck John, I'm about to cum!" She looked over her shoulder at me with those dark eyes; "Please John, cum on my face and in my hair. Shoot it on my tits and cover my body with your pearly white cum!" That was enough and I quickly lowered out of her ass and as soon as she crouched down before me, I aimed my cock at her face and shot my load all over her. The first hit her full brown lips and dripped down her chin. The next one hit her forehead and up into her hair. I gripped her head and worked the cum into her hair. The next one covered her neck and tits. She sucked it back into her hot mouth and drained the remainder onto her flicking tongue. Shortly after the time I emptied my third load of this memorable evening onto Joanne's face, she, too, was passed out after taking a few tokes of what remained of the roach of wacky weed. I hopped into the shower for a quick rinse, toweled myself off, redressed, and quietly let myself out of the front door. I glanced at my watch, it was just past midnight. I walked the few blocks back to the Heartthrob cafe, making it there with a half-hour to spare before last call, and slipped onto a barstool, content with a shot and a beer. For the first time, I paid close attention to the gyrating black female lead singer of the band who were on their closing set, and we shared smiles as she caught my gaze on the stage. At the end of their set, she walked over to where I was sitting, and appraised me up and down. "You're the white boy in here earlier talking with those two black chicks who left right after that, don't think I didn't notice." I nodded in appreciation of her recognition, but didn't say anything, sipping on my lager. She extended her hand, rubbing her frame closer to me on my barstool. That body was smoking. "My name's Gloria, by the way, cutie. Did you get a black booty call already tonight, sugar?" I curled my arm around her curvaceous hip and pulled her even more closely into the gap between my legs on the stool, as she cuddled, wrapping her own arm around my waist. Something like that, Gloria. Yup. Something like that. Joanne Makes Three Let me tell you about my wife and I. I am in my 30's and she is in her 20's. My wife and I have often talked about swinging. We both are very kinky and talk about our fantasies while having sex. She had some experiences with a female friend growing up and has wanted to experience another woman. She gets very wet when we talk about her being with another woman and when we discuss her watching me with another woman. We have a neighbor in the apartment complex that we live in named Joanne that is constantly flirting with us both. Joanne is in her late 40's slim with large breasts! She had a boob job we know this because she has told us about it. Her conversations with us are often of the sexual nature. She came out to talk to us the other day wearing a very sheer sundress with no bra and a very skimpy pair of thongs that wear easily seen through the VERY thin material. After seeing her I started talking with my wife about whether or not she would like to have sex with Joanne. She said that the thought had definitely crossed her mind and that seeing her dressed like that had gotten her very aroused. She took my hand and ran it down the front of her sweatpants to her VERY wet pussy. This of course led to a great sex right there in the kitchen. I have no doubts that Joanne could hear us through the thin apartment walls. This got me to thinking and I started formulating a plan! The next day my wife had some errands to run and would be gone for several hours. I went over and started talking to Joanne whom was setting on her patio in a long t-shirt with nothing else on. She had her feet up and I could see up her shirt to her shaved and very wet pussy. As we talked the conversation turned to sex so I asked her if she had ever thought about having sex with my wife and I. She blushed a little and said yes all the time. I said good and told her if she wanted the chance then be ready about 2 p.m. that afternoon and I would come get her. When my wife called and said she was on her way home I prepared the bedroom for her arrival. I placed the straps to our bondage kit on the bed and got out our rather large selection of toys on the dresser and put a porn in the DVD that had a lot of girl on girl and threesomes with MFF. She enjoyed being tied up and she would be in for a surprise this afternoon. As soon as she walked through the door I grabbed her and gave her a very passionate kiss. She smiled and asked what that was for. I told her that today she was going to be in for a treat. I blindfolded her and took her to the bedroom where I stripped her down and lay her on the bed were I bound her hands and feet. I then told her I would be back. We have done this before and I would pretend to go downstairs and let a stranger in to have his way with her. She loved it and I would come back in and her pussy would be soaked. I would then usually pretend to be someone else where I would either fuck her myself or use one of her realistic dildos to fuck her into a frenzy. Before I left I turned the movie on so she could listen and placed my wife's favorite toy, a realistic black dildo into her pussy and turned it on. Today however I slipped out and knocked on Joanne's door. She was waiting. She opened the door with someone very sexy lingerie. I took her hand and placed it on my cock and told her that I could not wait to feel her pussy wrapped around me. We quickly walked back over me and my wife's apartment and up to the bedroom. As we walked in I asked my wife if she was ready for my friend to eat her pussy she shook her head yes as she was coming down from an orgasm from the dildo. Joanne then climbed onto the bed. She removed the dildo and started gently rubbing my wifes body. She spent a lot of time on her breasts. She rubbed licked and sucked them and took one hand and started rubbing my wife's pussy. She then started to kiss her way down her belly and then began to eat my wife's pussy. My wife made a comment about how I seemed a little different today. I almost chuckled. The TV was up loud enough and the blindfold I use was dark enough that my wife hadn't even noticed the clicking and flashing of the camera as I clicked away taking pictures of the erotic event unfolding before my eyes. As my wife started to shudder with orgasm I handed Joanne the strap on that I had purchased from the local sex shop a couple hours earlier. I was about 8 inches long and thick. She smiled and got up off the bed and started to put it on. I asked my wife how she was enjoying things so far. She said she loved it but she wanted my cock now. I told her that my friend was going to fuck her first and she laughed and said sure okay. Joanne now had the strap on in place and got back up on the bed. She grabbed the bottle of lube and placed some on the large dildo and placed the head at the entrance of my wife's pussy. As she pushed the head in my wife's head raised up in shock and asked what that was. I removed the blindfold and as her eyes adjusted to the light she realized that it really wasn't me that it was Joanne that was beginning to fuck her. She just melted. Throwing her head back she said she had wanted this for a long time. Joanne smiled and said she had too. She pushed the rest of the dildo into my wife's pussy and then began to piston the fake cock in and out at a faster pace. I started to remove my clothes now and continued snapping pictures. After about 20 minutes and several orgasms Joanne pulled out of my wife and said that she wanted my cock now. I moved my wife from the bed and placed her vibrator on a chair in the corner. I slowly sat her down and slid the vibrator into her stretched cunt. I turned it on as high as it would go and tied her to the chair. I then turned back toward the bed for my time with Joanne. She was lying with her legs spread wide and told me she wanted me to eat her pussy and because my wife constantly bragged about how good I was at eating pussy. I was so aroused at everything that I had seen so far I dove in head first. Lapping Joanne's juices up. I used my tongue flicking back and forth across her engorged clit all the while fingering her pussy. Before long she was wiggling beneath me with a huge orgasm building. She was telling my wife how good it felt with me eating her pussy and asking if she was enjoying the show. My wife was riding the toy and telling Joanne that if she thought that was good wait until he fills your pussy with his cock. Joanne's seemed to be having a seizure her body began to spasm so hard in orgasm. She starts screaming for me to fuck her. I not being one to disappoint rammed my cock into her soaked pussy and began to pound her. Both women were now almost in one continuous orgasm. They were both moaning loudly and telling each other how good each scene looked. I fucked Joanne for about 45 minutes in different positions and came in her pussy, filling it with what seemed like the biggest load ever. As we both came down from our orgasms I pulled out my still hard cock and ordered her to roll over and spread her legs. I walked over to my wife and offered her my cock. She gobbled it down tasting mine and Joanne's combined juices. I then untied her and ordered her to clean Joanne up. She greedily slurped up mine and Joanne's cum. As she was doing this I walked up and slipped my cock into her sloppy hole. We all enjoyed each other the rest of the afternoon, until we all feel asleep naked and sticky with sweat and cum. I awoke sometime in the night to both women taking turns giving me head. We continued to play with Joanne, and she even introduced my wife to her first BBC but that is a whole other story entirely! Joanne Seduces Her Uncle Thank you angel love for your editing skills. Joanne is upstairs in her bathroom, in the shower and with one foot on the wall and a hand supporting her small frame; she is rubbing her clit in circles, letting the power of the water hit her. Joanne looks in the mirror and spreads her shaved pussy lips, she sees her clit and her nipples that are hard and stick out half an inch. She can imagine a 30 year old man rubbing her clit and nibbling on her nipples. She lets out a moan, "mmmmmm." She then gets a finger and dips it in her fuck hole and wriggles it around a little, then another two fingers, pumping her love tunnel. In out, in out faster and faster. She feels her stomach tighten and her legs start to shake, Joanne throws her head back and lets out a scream, "Fuck me fuck me ooooooooh!!" Her pussy in still contracting and she needs a big cock in her cunt she needs a good fuck. She hasn't fucked a guy in over a year and needs a fuck real soon. She thinks while the hot water runs down her 36D breast and size 6 waist. She doesn't understand why she can't find someone to fuck, she has an amazing body and a pretty face, she is 5 feet 4inches, with jet black hair and deep blue eyes and a golden tan covering her whole 19 year old body. She gets out and dries her body rubbing the towel in circles around her nipples, then in between the slit of her new shaven pussy. She starts rubbing her clit again and comes again with in seconds, she feels her come drip down her thigh. The wipes it up and walks to her room to dress. She has the house to herself for the weekend so she put her pink g-string on, it's real tight and she loves how it shows the slit of her pussy and how it just barely covers her cunt. She then gets a baggy t-shirt and walks downstairs. She starts preparing dinner for herself, cutting vegetables and meat to make a stir fry. She was busy listening to music and preparing dinner. She didn't hear the front door open; it was her Uncle John. John stands in the doorway, his mouth half opened and his cock getting hard, staring at his very sexy niece dancing to the music. She drops the knife, so she bends over, her shirt riding up over her ass exposing her cunt and ass to him. He can't believe what he is seeing or the effect it is having on his hardened cock. He sees the outline of her pussy lips and notices she is shaved. He has to get out of there. He turns around and as he is leaving he hits the wall with his shoulder. Joanne looks around scared; fearing for her life, but then relaxes when she sees her Uncle John. She yelps and runs to her Uncle pushing her breasts against his hardened muscles, her legs on either side of his cock. "Hello Uncle John, what are you doing over?" she asks with a smile while giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Your mum and dad suggested that I stay with you for the weekend while they visit your dad's brother, you know to look after you." "That's cool I haven't seen you in so long. How are you?" While talking to her uncle she becomes aware of what she is wearing, and realizes how wet she is. Then she looks at her uncle and sees his erection through his pants. That's when she decides that she doesn't care and she might give a show for her uncle. "I'm great and I miss you to sweetie, you've grown so much over the last year, you've turned out to be a very beautiful young woman." She can't believe how attracted she is to her uncle; he is 6ft3, muscled, brown curly short hair, with green eyes, he has stubble on his face since he hasn't shaven in a couple of days. He is a life saver and has a wonderful defined body. And his cock makes her more curious. "Have you had dinner yet?" "No not yet, but if there's extra from what you're making I'll have some, it smells great!" "Yeah there's heaps for you." They sit down and eat dinner, flirting with each other. John can tell that his little niece is horny and that she wants his cock, but he is going to let her make it happen. She is sitting at the table spreading her legs a little bit so he can see her pussy. She put a her hand between her thighs and tickles her clit, and as she does, she leaves one of her pussy lips outside of her panties. Joanne gets up from the table and as she does, she deliberately drops the cutlery. Turning her back to her uncle she bends over letting her shirt ride up. This time John sees one of her pussy lips and sucks in a breath. She adjusts her g-string letting him see all her pussy. If she didn't stop this John thought he is going to cream his pants. She places the dishes in the dishwasher. "Uncle John lets watch a movie." "Ok but you have to choose it, ok?" "Ok cool!" They head to the lounge. Joanne looks through all the movies and gets out the Legally Blonde one. Her uncle shakes his head. "Girls and their movies." "It's a good movie Uncle John, it really is." She sits down across from John and crosses her legs underneath her purposely letting her shirt ride up. Uncle John sees her pussy again and can't help but stare. An hour later he says, "Can we watch another movie?" "Sure, I'll just get one, hmmmm this is gong to interest you!" She goes and sits next to her uncle resting against his chest. He puts his arm around her shoulders. She hits play and on the screen is a girl sunbathing naked with her legs spread wide. While a man licks her shaved cunt he is pushing a finger into her ass. Joanne sees the erection John is getting loves it. She moves closer to her uncle rubbing her hand on his thigh. "Do you like this movie Uncle John?" "Mmmmmmm I sure do. You know what I like to watch don't you?" "Yes I do." Joanne is starting to get really wet in her crotch, she can feel her juices soak her g-string, causing it to cling to her shaved cunt, showing her pussy lips. She squirms on the couch and squeezes her thighs together which only applies pressure to her clit. Joanne then feels her uncles' hand slide up in between her thighs, parting them slightly. He keeps sliding up until he reaches her smooth pussy. He cups her pussy in his hand giving it a bit of a squeeze. He gets a finger and runs it slowly up and down her slit, pushing the fabric between her lips and onto her clit. "Mmmmmm, don't stop Uncle John." "I won't Joanne, part your legs more for me and lie down on the coach." Joanne complies, and spreads her legs for her hunk of an uncle. He licks his lips and starts flicking her clit through her panties. She arches her back pushing her hot pussy on his mouth. He grabs her hips and pushes her down. "Let's see this beautiful pussy of yours Joanne." Before he takes off her panties he grabs them at the front and pulls them up between her pussy lips, up and down, up and down, teasing her clit. He then pulls them off, and dives straight for his niece's young pussy. He licks her clit flicking it with his tongue while he has a finger buried berried deep in her tight twat. He starts finger fucking her harder and faster, he can tell she's about to cum so he stops and runs his tongue up and down her slit slowly like a slight tickle all the way to her ass and back up to her throbbing clit. "Don't stop Uncle John I need to cum, real bad, I haven't been fucked for so long and I need it, please don't stop." "Hmmmmmmm so you have been fucked before. By who Joanne, because I'm going to fuck your tight lil cunt in a minute." She's now rubbing her clit. "He was my ex boyfriend he had a big cock and it felt real good in my tight cunt." "Mmmmm so you like big cocks, I have one here in my pants." Joanne gets up and starts unbuttoning his pants pulling down his jeans and there it was; his 8 inch cock pressing against his stomach. She gasps and stars stroking it. "You have a very big and sexy cock." John looks down at his niece and smiles as he starts stroking his cock. She grabs his cock and licks the tip. He tastes salty but musky and she loves it. She starts licking the head of his cock with her tongue in slow circles spreading his pre cum. She licks up and down his big cock to his balls and starts licking them and sucking them in her mouth. While her finger spreads his pre cum over the head; oh his big prick. She wrapped her soft lips around his cock head and just sucks it and licks it. She starts bobbing her head up and down his long shaft while she holds his balls in her hands. She sucks him with her young mouth, while he grunts and moans telling her to suck his big cock. "Mmm fuck you lil cock sucker, suck it good. Suck it like a good slut!!" He starts pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. She slows the pass and takes his eight inches all the way down her throat and licks him. He groans and she knows he is going to cum. She takes his cock out of her mouth and slaps it against her cheeks and then traces her lips with his cock head. It is too much for John and he blows his load all over the girl's pretty face. She starts pumping his cock, till all his spurts of cum finish and then rests his cock on her tongue licking him clean. "Did you like that Uncle John?" she coos as she smiles up at him. "I sure did; now I'm going to fuck your tight pussy!!" She spreads her legs as wide as she can. He gets down between her thighs and runs his cock up and down her wet slit. Rubbing her clit with the head of his cock she starts moaning and humping him. He finds her tight fuck hole and pushes his cock inside her fuck hole. He pumps in and out slowly stretching her tight hole. He starts pumping faster; his balls slapping against her ass and he sees her tits moving every time he pounds her. Joanne has to have more of his cock, she starts jerking her hips to meet his thrusts. There bodies were moving in unison as his cock hits the back wall of her pussy. Joanne starts to shake, her legs stretching out, her back arcing pushing her tits up in the air. "OOOOOOOOOOO FUCK ME. KEEP FUCKING MY CUNT!!!" At that John starts slamming her. Thrusting his hips harder and faster. Joanne cums all over her Uncle's cock; her sweet honey dripping down onto his balls. John can feel her cunt gripping and squeezing his cock. He can't hold it anymore so he pulls his cock out, and rubs it as fast as he can against her clit, making her cum again. He shoots his cum on her clit, spreading it all over her pussy; slapping her clit with his big cock. He collapses on top of her and kisses her. "Honey that was amazing, your cunt is the best I've ever head!" "Mmmm I love your cock, I want you to fuck me more often Uncle John," she purrs as she kisses him, pushing her tongue in his mouth. "I'm going to fuck you all weekend!" "I can't wait, goodnight Uncle John, I love you." "I love you to sweetie." He carries her to bed, and lays next to her, his hand resting on her tits while thinking about the weekend to come and the following months. Joanne Sterns This is actually a Romance, you may not think it is from the beginning but I needed to set the tone and history as vividly as I could. The woman does get the man in the end so it's a Romance. ***** Like most people I believed, truly believed I had the best marriage. Beth and I grew up across the street from each other, we walked to school and then high school together, hell even the kids in high school didn't bother asking Beth out, to all of them she was my girlfriend. As we grew up and hormones took over and our bodies bulked in all the right places we suddenly knew the difference between men and women. It was prom night we decided to do the deed; it was all heavy petting before then. I won't say it was fireworks over the roof of the motel that night but we became closer in more ways than one. That evening I found out what love was and as I lay next to her in the motel room that evening I was looking directly at the girl I was going to spend the rest of my life with. We both went to the local college and I got my degree in computers while Beth wanted to be a school teacher, so with my degree in my hand I walked into McKenna Industries. After a year I went down on one knee and everyone in the room simply looked at each other and said. "About time." Within two years of working for McKenna's my first promotion and bonus gave us the wedding she always wanted. Hell I was a guy; all we have to do is make sure we turn up on time. We were the typical middle class couple. Beth enjoyed her job and after the first year of working at our old school we talked about children, finally deciding that we wanted to give ourselves a year or two before we went down the family path. McKenna's had a golf group that met every Saturday, I got dragged along and found that I loved and hated the sport all at the same time. Beth and some of her old school friends played cards on a Tuesday evening, rotating between each others house. Us guys just got out of the way and left them to it, or I would find something that kept me at work that evening. The golf club had the occasional dance and we both made sure we attended; we even cranked up the barbecue over the summer evenings and dragged our neighbors over, yes we were the typical middle class couple enjoying life until we wanted to settle down and have children. Being familiar with your partner can also be your downfall. Yes I had noticed the odd mood swing from Beth and they never had anything to do with the time of the month, but I knew that when she chose to share with me then we could work it out just like we had worked everything else out in our lives. However my dad once told me to live up to the code of every successful politician 'trust but verify'. ******* The card game was at ours that night; I had stuff at the office I needed to finish anyway so I stayed over. I had been watching this same webpage for the last twenty minutes, nothing on it had changed other than the fact it was telling me my marriage was now well and truly in the toilet and my darling wife had her hand firmly on the handle ready to flush it. Beth was waiting for me when I got home, and so was one of her school friends. Karen was almost as old a friend as Beth and I, Beth seemed to bond with her real quick when we started high school and although Karen stayed on the periphery of our group she was still included. They got tighter as we went through high school and when college started they may as well have been joined at the hip. Once we all graduated Karen seemed to disappear almost over night. She had only been back a year and once again both girls seemed to connect again. "Honey we need to talk." Words that have instilled fear into many men, it is usually about now that you notice the minefield that surrounds you. "That's fine Beth we can do that when Karen goes home." I was pissed that she wanted to have a 'honey we need to talk' in front of one of her friends. Beth pushed a glass of wine across the table towards me; if this talk warranted a glass of wine then it must be one heck of a conversation we were going to have. Karen made the mistake of using her foot to push a chair out from under the table for me to sit on. Karen being here now looked like she was here for moral support since the anxiety levels in Beth started to rise. I still refused to sit and that bothered them both, it seems their rehearsed talk wasn't going to plan. Beth finally took a sip of her drink and continued. "Honey you know I love you right?" It was then I saw Karen smirk and that sinking feeling started all over again. I had heard the rumors back in college, when Karen left I just assumed they were said by her, for what reason I never figured. Now I was standing across from the reason. The thing Beth seemed to have forgot was my past, dad had divorced mom because she cheated on him. She up and left leaving dad to raise my brother and me. Danny and I watched dad harden day by day until he simply lived to raise us, women were a luxury we knew he seldom indulged in, other than to fill a need. I never heard what she said next my mind had already figured out what she was going to say and had skipped past that. I understood my father right about then. It was then my own reasoning came to pass, how could I fight what she was building up to, Karen and Beth had been friends in more ways than just one. Was I blindsided? Not totally, even I had noticed the slow decline in our sex life, what made me smile to myself was the sadness of it all. How could I fight for her, guy to guy slugging it out, yes I could do that. But when your about to be told by your wife that your lover was sat at the table and it wasn't you then you realize real quick that not only your marriage is toast but there is no way to fight for it. Did I care? Up to that point I did, now I knew I was in a war I had no chance of winning. "Honey did you hear what I just said?" "Not really Beth." This time they both looked at me, not believing what I had just said. They watched as my hand went into my pocket and pulled out a card, I tossed it onto the table. By the time they had looked up again I was pulling two suitcases out of the closet. "That's the lawyer you need to call when you want to divorce me, since you took all the money out our account this afternoon do you expect me to pay for the divorce." "Honey it's not what you think." I never did hear the rest of it. I was already in my car and pulling away from the house. Dad got drunk once, only the once and I took advantage of that time. I asked him how he knew mom cheated on him, he told me that they had a great sex life and suddenly even with both of us children in the house it started to decline. Dad may have only worked in a warehouse but that never made him stupid, since cell phones were for rich folk back then it was only a case of patching wires into the house phone and a recorder. It took him a week to find out who it was and how often. The who was his cousin and the how often meant dad got sloppy seconds more times than he ever wanted it. The one thing my dad wanted to keep away from us was trust issues. He said when you love you love totally and to hell with the people telling you to get a room, hold hands often and hug as many times as you can get away with. The only time that should take a hit was when your good lady got to the time of the month and if they came to that real hard then be even more understanding. I had learned Beth's cycle within six months of knowing she was on it, every diary I ever had I placed a red mark on those day, occasionally I was a day out but not that often. When Karen came back Beth's cycle went to shit and I couldn't understand why, so being a nosy son of a bitch I went snooping. When I asked my dad why he didn't fight for mom he looked at me and said. "Son what's to fight for, we stood in front of the minister and told him and our friends that we would be true to each other, I never heard her say me and my cousin. The day she put out for him meant we could never get back what we had, she knew what she was doing and what she stood to lose." Over the course of the two years that Karen had come back and the red dots in my diary were no longer adding up, I had started to get all my ducks in a row. My bonuses at McKenna Industries got smaller since over half that money now went into another account. By year two I almost had as much in that account as we had in our joint one, just keeping an eye on my diary and Beth meant I knew things were getting to a point. The one thing that bothered me was moving, but what could I do. Once they both went public the finger pointing would start and the 'wasn't he man enough' comments would come out. There wasn't a chance in hell of me correcting that mistake, as for Beth, she knew what she was doing and who was I to stand in her way. I still loved the dumb bitch but it seemed my gender wasn't the love she needed. Many times my dad told Danny and me to learn from his mistakes. When dad died and we sat down and talked, neither Danny nor I could figure what mistakes he had made. He stood up to a cheating wife and said no. At least in my case children were still a thing of fantasy, we both wished he had married again but it wasn't meant to be. Mom messed with his head and even I will admit that Beth had messed with mine. Beth would get on with her life even if I was still in our town. So I figured I may as well get on with my life in another one and leave her to it, and when the divorce was final then I would go looking for more stability in my life. ******* I slept in a hotel that night I needed to, because it had internet access. By midnight I had done most of the more tedious stuff and hoped her Teacher salary was enough for the apartment, still I'm sure Karen would pitch in since I had changed everything to Beth's name. When I turned up at work I went straight to my boss and then onto personnel, by the time I had got everything settled with them I was in my office by ten. Jenny handed me a dozen or so slips all with Beth's name on. "Whatever you did last night sure got you a pissed wife, she's been calling since before eight." The smile left her lips as she watched me drop all the un-read slips into the trash can next to her desk and went into my office. Her face was a real picture when I came out ten minutes later carrying a box. "Jenny it's been fun and you're a great lady. I'm sure one day you're going to make some man real happy when you say yes to him." With that I walked out of my office, dropped my box in the trunk of the car and handed my pass to security when he opened the gate to let me out. I loved this town, why shouldn't I, this was where I was raised, but it was time to say good bye. Maybe when hell had an off day and froze over I may come back but somehow I doubted it. For the first three months I kept in touch with my lawyer. I'm sure he just stuck his reply on a tape so he didn't have to keep repeating himself. Beth had exhausted all the places we had frequented as a couple and some places I used to hang alone, once she figured I wasn't around she told my lawyer that a divorce wasn't happening unless I sat down with her. After those three months I thanked my lawyer and sent him his final check. For a while I wandered from state to state, other than the confrontation and getting the hell out of Dodge not making any real plans but enjoying myself, why wouldn't I, this country was big enough that I figured I would never see it all in my lifetime. I turned my hand to free lance for awhile, that was great fun and added a heck of a lot of funds to my account. But I had started to make a name for myself and a reputation in my field of expertise would have been one way Beth could have tracked me down if she had a mind too. One of my thoughts where to continue traveling, but I'm one of those guys who needs roots. I had to settle down, start over and just get on with life, heck I had seen some great sights and had some even better moments since I had been on the road but a man or at least this man needed someone to share them with. ******* The local radio station told me about the accident a few miles ahead, it seemed that others had heard it and ducked off the freeway at the next exit. For the first couple of miles it followed next to the Freeway and then it came to a fork, one took me under the Freeway the other had a sign on it saying 'Cascade'. I figured that would be a good a place as any for something to eat. If ever I had a weakness it has to be apple pie, the diner at Cascade had the most amazing pie I've ever tasted. I'm not sure anyone would class apple pie as a sign, but being on the road as long as I had been tended to leave me with to much cynicism and at my age that's not a good place to be. The realtor's office was three shops down from the diner, with my coffee in hand I stood face to face with Jason Banners. I told him what I was looking for and after scratching his head for a moment, he went looking and came back with two possibilities by the end of the day I had seen the first and had an appointment to see the second at ten the next morning. Jason pointed me in the direction of Macy's boarding house, a sweet old lady that just had to know your life history so that she could tell it to the world or her part of it anyway. Having encountered people like these over the last eighteen months, they could spot a tragedy a country mile away. You could of course try and deflect them, sadly telling folks like this to mind their own business was in these folks eyes an admission that you were hiding something and when has the town gossip ever let the truth get in the way of a good lie. To me it meant that I opened file A in my head and gave them the heavily edited version of my life history, that got me a hug from her and a few words of support while at the same time you could clearly see the wheels turning in her head over who she was going to tell first. At ten the next morning I was being shown around the place that had me smiling as I was being told the potential, an hour later Jason Banners and I started the paperwork and my small business as a computer repair shop with accommodation over the top of the shop started my new life. Within three months I didn't have a name anymore I was always known around town as 'that tech guy' I smiled and waved and for the first time since I pulled my suitcases out of the closet, I felt at home again. ******* I was outback when the bell went off, a young girl I had never seen before stood in the middle of the shop her eyes wandered across every inch of it while her mouth hung open. I watched until her gaze finally settled on me and she quickly took a step back and gave a yelp in surprise. "Mr. I want a job." She stood close to four feet, the blonde hair hung down her back. She looked real cute in the summer dress and the sandals. At best I would put her age at seven I was about to say no when the door opened and an older version of the girl came in. "Sorry, I forgot to lock the car; I see Becky didn't waste any time." The woman came over, her hand outstretched. "My names Joanne Sterns, I'm new in town and I'm looking for work." It was something about her eyes, a desperation maybe I'm not totally sure. We shook and talked although she did most of it. Divorced because of his cheating, he made her life hell until her cousin told her to get her ass out and come to Cascade, she had been staying with her cousin for the last week while they got settled and now she needed a job. "Who's your cousin?" "Jason Banners." I nodded, looked at the little girl who hadn't moved from the spot I had seen her in from the start. "What can you do?" The smile got bigger and I got the feeling I was saying more to her than some of the folks had around here so far. Strange thing about small towns, you're an outsider until you have lived and died here, although she had an edge over me. Jason was her cousin. She had done secretarial work, some accounting and phone answering at her last place when I asked her about her computer skills she smiled even more and as she told me of her experience, an idea I've had nestled in the back of my head started to nudge itself forward. "Ma'am I repair computers but I want to branch out a little and give classes. If you want the job is yours, you take the bookings and I will set up a desk over in that corner for you to take your lessons." I swear if the counter wasn't between us she would have hugged me. We talked wages and hours, with the little girl in mind I set her hours to school hours that way she would be able to drop off and pick her up on the way home. Since today was Thursday she could start Monday if she wished, I would use the weekend to set up a computer for her classes. Jason came by on Friday and thanked me for looking out for his cousin. I shrugged and told him that we all had to start somewhere and since he was the one that found me the perfect shop for my business, it also seemed obvious that Jason had pointed Joanne in my direction. That man could sell snow to an Eskimo but he would be useless at poker. Over the Saturday flyers started to appear all over town announcing computer classes for beginners, I phoned Jason and told him I was impressed with Joanne's initiative and that she was to tell me how much she had spent on the flyers so I could reimburse her. It seems she was in his shop when I phoned so she told him; I walked over and gave her the money back. Monday morning Joanne turned up with a little box in her hand, she placed it on the counter and smiled. When I looked inside there sat a piece of apple pie from the diner. "Is this the equivalent of an apple for the teacher?" The phone rang right about then so I didn't get an answer. Joanne grabbed the receiver and her phone manner clicked in as she started to take bookings for the computer courses. I left the phone to her for the rest of the day, she alternated between the phone and sorting course work for people from stuff she found on the internet. I thought I was going to have to open the door and kick her ass out or she would have been late picking up her daughter at the end of the day. I still kept in touch with my brother but only via e-mail. He wasn't stupid, he knew why I bolted and why I was still out there so we kept the conversation strictly on him, his family and me. I still used my old skills and for now they supplemented the shops income since I now had Joanne working for me. Over the next six months Joanne's courses increased in popularity and she was becoming accepted in town. She even dated some as well, it did get to the point were I could put my old skills to rest once again and keep my head down. The shop was doing ok, and maybe to some that wasn't enough, to me that was all I ever wanted and sometimes had to reign in Joanne when she came in with some new idea. "Why do you live like a hermit, after work the townsfolk barely see you." "I'm a private person." Perhaps that was my warning shot to Joanne, she ignored it and continued anyway. "Pick a day, any day and I can tell you what you do from the time you get up until the time you go to bed." "I suppose it would be pointless telling you to mind your own business?" "Totally, so what do you have planned for Sunday?" "You just told me that you know what I do on any given day so you know that by now." She smiled, this easy banter between us sort of crept up on us. It's almost like I was talking to one of my old buddies only without the swearing. "Well Sunday you will have to sacrifice your laundry day, because you're joining Becky and me for a picnic." "And if I refuse?" "That's fine, I will have to tell a seven year old what a heartless boss I have and how he doesn't want to be seen with said seven year old. Plus of course how his laundry is more important than a picnic with said seven year old." Joanne Sterns The doe eyed look didn't fool anyone. "So you're using your own daughter to emotionally blackmail me?" "In a New York minute, you can pick us up at one we will be waiting on the porch for you." One of Joanne's students came in then and she quickly peeled herself off of her seat by the counter to start her lesson. She left when her student left leaving with a wave and a grin on her face. I had all of Saturday to stew on this and what to do about it, finally resigning myself to doing my laundry a day early. At five to one I pulled up outside Jason's house. She opened the rear passenger door, slid a picnic basket in and then sat in the front seat her smile bigger than a Cheshire cat. "Is it worth asking where said traumatized seven year old is?" "Oh I forgot to tell you, Jason and Andrea have taken her out for the day." For the first time since I had arrived in town a dark mood started to descend on me. "I don't take kindly to being ambushed Joanne." She reached across and placed her hand on my thigh, watching me for a moment before she spoke again. "That was apparent to me by the way you lead your life now. She did a real number on you didn't she. Come on, we are going to the park and compare notes, the loser gets to eat the only piece of apple pie I have in the basket." My initial thought was to say no and leave. Yet something inside me knew I could trust her, we did seem to be growing close if the conversations we had in the shop was anything to go by, so I put the car into gear and an hour later we were sitting at a bench in the park our picnic spread out between us and talked about work, Becky and the town until a single piece of apple pie sat between us. "Don't even think I'm going to flip a coin to see who goes first. I've done all the hard work so far in getting you here, just remember we have an apple pie at stake here so don't leave anything out." I had seen that serious face before when she had a difficult student or a computer problem still left to solve and ten minutes left to get Becky from school. I grabbed my bottle of water and started from the beginning through to prom night and on to college, the rumors and our marriage and then my life slowly turning to shit when Karen came back and the niggling doubts that caused me to check a few things out. Culminating in even knowing what day I was going to be ambushed along with the disappearance of our money from the bank. How I drifted for a while so the divorce could go through and Beth's refusal to sign until we sat down and I talked to her. "Why didn't you want to talk to her?" "Because it was a lie. She was never going to sign the paperwork all she was doing was justifying her relationship with Karen and push me into agreeing with it. If I didn't then the divorce was going to be for me to do not her." "Was Karen open to you being involved in the relationship?" I shrugged my shoulders and took another drink from the bottle. "It's irrelevant whether she was or wasn't. I didn't marry Karen I married Beth, if Beth had doubts then right about the time I asked her to marry me should have been the time to tell me. Beth brought Karen into our relationship and expected me to get over it and besides I think you got something wrong, Karen was Beth's girlfriend there relationship was exclusive to them." "So in effect you could look but you couldn't touch?" "More like have my nose rubbed in it and told to deal with it." Joanne sat and stared at me for a moment before her hand slid the pie across to me. "He cheated on me with my sister, got bored with her and then turned to our neighbor for comfort. When I figured it out the shouting match that followed was a futile exercise in marriage guidance. I walked and took Becky with me, the papers for the divorce landed at the door on Tuesday." "So you're single now, congratulations." "Yep, all we have to do now is get your divorce sorted so I can marry you." This time I slid the pie across to Joanne. "First off I've spent close to two years avoiding the bitch and second when did I suddenly became boyfriend material?" The pie was placed back into the centre of the table once again. "So you will take this body and give me copious amounts of orgasms, yet you won't give my daughter our name. That's not very chivalrous of you." "I can state for a fact I know where all my bodily parts have been and know for a fact they haven't been inside you." And there it was. That look as she slowly swung the door shut on me. Joanne had that look on her face, like a cat holding a mouse down by its paw and had now got bored of playing with it, to the cat it was now time to eat the mouse. Her hand once again pushed the pie across to me. "Eat up, you're going to need your strength." ******* I woke with the sun in my eyes, her body across mine with her head resting on my chest. Joanne giggled, raised her head and opened her eyes. "I knew you were awake. Once you realized I was still here your heart rate was going a mile a minute." Joanne swung her leg over me and stared down at me the grin on her face giving away her contentment. "At the moment your cum is leaking out of me and onto your stomach. Its mine, you gave it to me so I'm keeping it. However I'm willing to come back and get it later since I know you're just itching to bury your face in my pussy, and who am I to stop you." I couldn't help but laugh that soon stopped when she squatted over the same spot she was just sat on and placed her hands on her pussy lips and pulled them apart, a single dribble escaped her and came to a stop in the middle of the small puddle of cum now on my stomach. "Sorry honey, I thought I could come back to this but I'm a little thirsty so you're ravishing of my pussy will have to wait a moment ok?" Rather than wait for a reply although I was so speechless by her action I'm not sure I would have been able to say much. Joanne run the palm of her hand the full length of her pussy, stood and licked her hand as she turned around and knelt back down again to lick the cum off my stomach. The picture of her shaved pubic bone and navel as both danced inches above my head meant I was as hard as steel. Her tongue was exquisite torture as she ran it over my stomach. Joanne's hand snaked along my hip and wrapped itself around my cock pulling the skin back and forth. Balls of light burst in front of my eyes, this assault on my senses seemed to culminate in one single drop of our combined cum that slipped from her blood engorged pussy and landed on my forehead. My hands went to her ass cheeks and my fingers dug into the pleasurable flesh and pushed her down until that beautiful sexually bloated cum leaking flesh was within my mouths reach. Her warmth devoured my cock as my own mouth feasted on her pussy lips. The sounds being made between us only adding to our own heightened sexual frenzy, we each teased the other forcing us each to bathe in each electrode that pulsed up our body. This wasn't a race yet we both wanted the other to feel the intensity of this very moment. Joanne was close her scent now became all pervasive. She quivered and moaned, her legs moved to press against my head. Finally a fresh wetness leaked from her pussy to herald the peak her pussy was sending her body. She shuddered one more time before my mouth opened and sucked in her clit. I pushed a finger deep into her ass and instinctively her body clamped down trying desperately to hold onto that pleasure. Joanne's head came away from my cock as her orgasm tore through her body and out her mouth in the shape of a scream. My own cum washing her tits as she continued to move her hand up and down my cock. Joanne rolled off and lay next to me, her body still pressed against mine as we both panted our way back to calmness again. "Damn that was fun, I'm sure glad we eventually went halves on the apple pie. Honey I need to shower so I need someone to wash my back for me. Think you have any energy left?" "Not much but is it only your back you want washing?" The giggle came next, her body came into view a second later. My God what a beautiful woman she was, her hair was all matted and disheveled, she was still pulling air into her lungs making her tits stand out even more than they usually do. Her nipples hadn't yet lost their tightness, now sat up, my cum found the impetus to run down her tits and cleavage. The well fucked look made her more beautiful than even I thought she was. "Honey if you have the energy to do more than that then feel free, I will remonstrate with myself later for not completely exhausting you." There was something about her that made me pay attention, I turned towards her and rested on my arm. My hand went to her cheek and I held it there. She leaned into it for a moment before the hard lines along her jaw mellowed and she smiled. Although concerned about her behavior, all I could ask was. "Are you ok?" For a moment she paused before finding her voice once again. "The day Becky walked into your shop was probably the best day I've had in awhile. In one conversation you put right what I needed to get right, I had a job and through that job I've made loads of friends." This time she held herself back, the anguish that she was doing that, clear on her face. Her hand came up to collect mine and rest it on her thigh. "Mark I've been knocking on the door to your heart for sometime now, honey its cold out here. You've gotta let me in, were not all Beth's or Karen's. Some of us only want one man to love all there lives, I've found mine but I can't love him like I want to because his chained down to a woman who doesn't want him." My stomach felt like lead, the only thing I felt was loathing, I had brought this on myself and it took Joanne to show me. I sat up and she met me halfway, pushing herself onto me and forcing me onto my back as her body lay on top of mine as much of her skin connected to mine. And we cried, perhaps for different reasons but the outcome was the same. We held onto each other and for so long neither one of us were going to let go. When Joanne said she needed to pee she had difficulty pulling her chest off of mine, my cum acted like glue. That's when the mood changed and the giggles started I warmed the shower while she emptied her bladder, it was difficult at first and she kept looking toward me, finally she knew I wasn't moving so she let go and as she peed her face went an interesting shade of red. "You're embarrassed?" "I guess I shouldn't be, you've had your face down there several times over the afternoon and evening. Are you going to make a habit of this though?" "Now I know you're uncomfortable about it I would say probably not. When you're done the shower is ready." Joanne suddenly stood up. The residue of her bathroom break trickling down her thigh, she didn't even notice. As I looked at her she was clearly angry. "Don't you dare start closing me out after I've spent so much time getting you to here. We explore and find out about things, we are both new to this remember, you and Beth grew up finding out about each other I got you as a crushed adult who wanted to hide from life. Well guess what buddy the life you need is staring right back at you." When I nodded I knew it wasn't enough so I held her close to me and said sorry. A word I used a lot around Joanne over the next few months, we stumbled and skidded along in our relationship. She was systematic in her dismantling of the wall I hid behind. Even the townsfolk were surprised when they saw me smile or laugh. ******* In my mind we were getting along just nicely, Joanne put me straight on that thinking when she stepped out of the shop for a moment and came back with a little white box in her hand and a fork. "I've been giving this some thought. Oh eat up I read somewhere that you should never have a shock to your system on an empty stomach." Joanne waited until I finished before she sprung it on me. "I want you to invite Danny and his family here for the holiday weekend." "Well that was a waste of good pie because that ain't happening." For a moment she glared at me, and then sighed before she sat down again. "I would threaten to shut you off for sex but your good at it and I would loose out as well. Look Mark, you haven't seen him since you walked away from Beth, you have cut your own brother off for something she did not him. At least pitch the idea to him and see what he says, please." It was like Joanne was joined to me at the hip for the next hour, in the end she wore me down and I sent an e-mail just so I could get my own shadow back. What I got back made Joanne blush slightly but she still stood her ground. 'Already packed bro, got the e-mail from Joanne last night and the wife and her have been talking to each other most of the damn morning. I'm not getting any work done on the yard because she keeps coming out and keeping me up to date.' The word ambushed was turning out to be Joanne's middle name. I watched her for the time it took to stop wringing her hands and find the courage to answer, perhaps this was one of those defining moments between us. "You left your e-mail open last night so I just happened to find Danny's address and the rest sort of happened." "Are you ever going to let any of this go?" "Nope, you know my end game, I still have a traumatized daughter with a last name that she doesn't want, what's a mother supposed to do in situations like that?" Even I had to laugh at her answer. I put a note on the shop window for the rest of the day telling folks that I was shut for the holiday weekend. Danny and his wife arrived Saturday afternoon he cussed me up and down for taking so damn long getting my head straight and finding the right woman to help me. His wife was slightly more subtle about it but not by much, she just went into a huddle with Joanne and swapped secrets that slowly leaked into the conversation throughout the holiday. It was good to see them both and I was saddened to see them leave at the end of the holiday, Danny couldn't help but smile when he watched us wave them goodbye with my hand stuck firmly in Joanne's. ******* Since that weekend Danny's wife and Joanne always seemed to be on the phone to each other. E-mails still kept my brother and me up to date and both of us set about taking bets on Joanne's next move. It seemed my brother won the bet and it did get me wondering if his own wife gave him the heads up. Joanne went for a walk between students and came back with two white boxes. Well if nothing else I was keeping the diner in funds for the apple pie that got sold out of that place. She sat down and pushed a box over to me and handed me a fork. "What's on your mind, Joanne?" "Well I've been thinking, you may want to hire yourself a lawyer." As we sat and had our apple pie she told me what was on her mind. A couple of times I lost my appetite but she kept on going, it became clear to me that she had already done some talking to a lawyer. When she had finished I told her I would think about it. She went home and kept out of my way that night, she didn't talk about our conversation the next day either. I phoned Danny the next evening and talked to him, he listened and told me he could see why Joanne had said what she had but at the end of the day it was down to me. We talked some more and before he went he told me that I had trusted Beth all my life and look what that got me. Joanne didn't have a hidden agenda everything she planned to do was said to my face. Trying to sleep that night was a waste of time, in the end I decided to call Joanne, she wasn't too pleased that I called her at five in the morning but we talked and got most of it out in the open. She promised to come in early that morning, something about she was up anyway. I was at the lawyers when he opened and he sat and listened to what I wanted, he then grabbed a coffee and we started again. By the end of an hour I had effectively sold the shop to Joanne for a dollar. As I put pen to paper I didn't even pause to think about it, Joanne noticed and smiled yet even as she smiled her eyes watered up. Even she remembered the man who first offered her a job and the time it had taken to drag him to this point. I loved Joanne hell I told her every day and if she was real nice even twice a day. Beth had destroyed my trust, we had shared everything all our lives and she didn't see fit to tell me about her and Karen. With both of them in that kitchen at the same time it was clear to see that they wanted nothing more than capitulation on my part, not understanding. The cleaning out of our account was a clear sign that even she knew she wouldn't get it. Yet this woman sat next to me, who I willingly gave everything too made me realize that I could love and trust again. Joanne told me straight what she planed to do and then set out to do just that. To the world I was just this side of broke, once the divorce was over I would truly be the richest man in the world. Unconditional love has no price it's measured in acts of tenderness and copious amounts of smiles. That's what the woman sat next to me offered, all I needed to do was place a ring on her finger and the pain of the last few years would ease and slowly die. She would see to that, it was her promise to me only said in actions not just words. All my worldly goods were once again two suitcases of clothes and a couple of hundred dollars in the bank. Yet my heart told me I was far richer than that. ******* My old lawyer recognized me as I strolled through the door. I told him to start divorce proceedings again and put irreconcilable differences as the reason. He asked where I was living and he put down Danny's as my address, she was served at work and again refused to sign until I met with her. She spent a couple of days looking for me and eventually knocked on Danny's door. He let her in and Beth tried rushed over to me with her arms out getting ready to hug me. My hand to her chest stopped her real quick. "What did you do that for, you know I love you, it's been too long. Have you come back to live with me?" Even Danny laughed as he disappeared into the kitchen. "Nope, I want the divorce you promised me." Beth shook her head and sat down on the couch. "Mark I didn't promise you a divorce, I love you." I pulled over a file I've had with me since we had this last conversation. "This is an e-mail from you to Karen telling her that you would insist on a divorce if I didn't give in to you bedding Karen." She looked at it, recognized it instantly and went ever so slightly pale. "It was a hollow threat honey. You and me have been together since we were able to crawl across the rug together." "Yes, and as soon as you grew hair on your pussy you decided that Karen was also the girl for you. Call me selfish Beth but I married you and Karen wasn't mentioned. So you want her you can have her, just give me a divorce so I can get on with living." This time she stood and handed me back the piece of paper. "I can't do that honey, I love you both and I aim to keep you both. If you fight me on this I may have to ruin you and then take you back so please save yourself the pain and come home." That was the last I saw of Beth until the court hearing she got real upset when my worldly goods were one car, six hundred dollars in the bank and two suitcases of clothes. The judge gave me my divorce once I shot down the plea for counseling. "Judge what's the point of counseling? She cheated with another woman and now I have to go to counseling to save a marriage that the last time I looked was supposed to be man and wife. Not man, wife and her girlfriend, just out of curiosity, who would turn up Beth and Karen or just Beth." Joanne Sterns Even the judge smiled and agreed that would be a waste of court time. My assets, all six hundred dollars of them were taken into consideration and Beth was told to pay the court costs. For months afterwards Beth kept coming to Danny's door. She was well pissed that she only had Danny and his wife to talk to. My brother told her that as soon as I had left the courthouse I had disappeared again. ******* Joanne put a big red ring around the date I was supposed to go back and get my papers. She was adamant that she didn't want Beth within three hundred miles of Cascade and to be honest I would have doubled that distance. Nothing much changed in those six months, I still worked at the shop, Joanne still had her computer classes and on the weekends we took Becky out for picnics and days out. Both the new women in my life were willing to let me alone for those six months, oh don't get me wrong I still got asked questions about weddings and who we should invite, Joanne was nothing if not insistent. But I took it in my stride, hell I even had Becky sat in front of the counter once writing my last name over and over again on a piece of paper until she ran out of room. "Do you want me to get another piece of paper sweetie so you can continue to practice?" She picked up the paper and took a real long look at it before shaking her head as she placed it back onto the counter. "Nope. I figure I've got it just about right now thanks." She slid off the stool and went and joined her mom who had just finished her lesson. Both waved and left for the evening. I looked at the paper for a moment, left a note on the window saying I would be back in ten minutes and walked over to the general store. When Joanne came in the next morning she noticed the paper in a frame behind the counter and cried. I had to put the notice saying I would be back in ten minutes back up while she composed herself again. Once her reserve of tissues ran out I had to get another box from out back. "It wasn't me, I swear to God I didn't put her up to it Mark, you have to believe me." "I didn't say you had. I thought it was cute, you should have seen her Joanne. Her tongue sticking out, her concentration absolute, I have never seen anyone take so much time and effort on a name. Heck when I was old enough to write it down I had never taken so much effort over it and it belonged to me." "She doesn't want her biological father in her life. In her eyes she has you for a father figure now and he simply doesn't measure up." Joanne's friend wandered into the shop about then and the conversation about Becky ceased. I still found myself looking at the framed piece of paper from time to time and smiled. I had little doubt that soon after the divorce was final we would marry, the truthfulness of this woman was plain to see. Her friend left a few minutes later yet Joanne continued to sit at her desk looking out the window. My hearing may have deceived me for a moment, I actually thought I heard a sob come from her desk. It was just as the smile faded from my thoughts those five words that drove a stake through my heart and marriage to Beth came from Joanne's work desk. "Honey we need to talk." I put what I was doing down, my hands were shaking that much that I didn't feel I could hold onto the circuit board much longer anyway. When I looked at Joanne even she looked worried. "Macy has just phoned over to Jason. It seems my ex has taken a room at her boarding house. His already asked Macy where he could find me." At that point the emotional damn within her just let loose. She sat back in her chair and cried, I was next to her in seconds my arms around her holding her tight to me as another emotional wave broke against her defenses. Each tear and cry burst from her like an unrelenting assault on her sanity, her arms held me tight to her. Mentally she clung to my presents as the thoughts of her ex husband in the same place she now called home terrified her. Thankful that no one came into the shop as I held onto this frightened woman, the minutes ticked by and I just waited her out, she would come back to me when her emotions calmed. It was the hiccups that heralded the end of her misery. It set us both off with giggle fits, we ignored the time, Joanne's sanity was way more important. "You think I should talk to him?" It was perhaps the questions I was expecting and dreading at the same time. "His come here for a reason honey, you can either ask him yourself or get Macy's version once the distorted grapevine information seeps down to our level." Joanne nodded her head and I stood, placing the chair back next to her computer station when I did. She sat for a while longer then pulled air into her lungs and stood facing me. The redness of her eyes may need a moment longer to hide the sadness that poured from them yet the determination in her and the set of her jaw told me so much. The tissues were placed on the table and her arms wrapped themselves around me before we kissed. We came up for air and her voice although strained had a determined edge to it. "I have two classes today can you cancel them please. I need the rest of today off, if you cook dinner tonight I will join you around seven. Plan on me spending the night and fuck the fact you're still married for another three weeks." Other than nod my head I didn't get a chance to say much else. Joanne gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked out. Macy's small army of gossips told me that Joanne turned up at the boarding house and took some guy away. Other than that it was dependant on who you listened to as to what happened after that. I had dinner ready for seven, Joanne walked in five minutes later. It was better for me to let her talk first and other than asking for the salt I didn't get much out of her for the duration of our meal. ******* Joanne's commentary lasted for about an hour as we washed the dishes and huddled together on the couch. She drove over to Macy's Boarding House and her ex was on the porch waiting for her. He got into her car and they drove to the diner over in Freetown, it seems her ex was now serious about someone enough to want to get married again. The ex was moving across country due to a job promotion and taking his soon to be wife with him to get married there and told Joanne that even though he saw nothing of Becky he would be seeing even less of her once he moved. Joanne then marched him into the lawyer's office and got him to sign his daughter over fully to Joanne. In exchange she would decline any child support from him, from the way Joanne spoke he couldn't put pen to paper quick enough and that saddened me. Becky was just so beautiful, she didn't deserve what was going on around her, yet part of me always thought that she sensed some of it. Perhaps that was why she wanted nothing to do with her real father, I watched the focus she had on writing my name on that sheet of paper. It still made me smile when I caught myself looking at it at least twice a day as I worked. Joanne's words eventually trailed off, she still had her wine in her hand occasionally watched it swirl around in the glass. "I know I'm going to have to talk to Becky about her father. When I do I'm going to need to spend time with her. Your own divorce is due in three weeks, I'm going to tell Becky in two weeks and take her away for a week." She adjusted her position so she could watch me. "This is the point of no return Mark, you have always known my end game. At first I believed Becky and I deserved a happy ever after, which is part of the reason we came here, then I met you and when I got to know you I quickly realized you needed one as well. I love you honey, Becky does as well." Looking back on my life here in Cascade I had seen the roots I had put down, more so when Joanne and I became a couple. We both knew that once we were married I would have to move out of the shop, living above it was fine when I was single but we all deserved the white picket fenced house and the 'to do list' for the weekends. I was ticking the days off, we all were. But Joanne had to take Becky away she needed to bond after her mom told her that her father was no longer her father. He had walked out of their life with the divorce now he had cut his own daughter out of his heart. The next two weeks were a mix of business, Joanne doing her classes and in the spare time sorting out a week in Florida for them both. In those weeks Joanne brought Becky into the shop twice, both times she bounced around the shop all excited telling me that her mom and her were going on holiday for a week. My own heart ached since I knew the reason for the holiday and I had to fight the urge to wrap my own arms around her and tell her that soon she would get her wish. That she would get that name that she spent so much time and effort writing onto a piece of paper and above all she was loved so much by the two people in that room. ******* The day Joanne and Becky left Cascade for Florida I closed the shop and headed back to what was once my home. Danny told me that Beth had been by twice a week since I had left, he even joked about telling her that he would get his own restraining order against her if she didn't quit knocking on his door. The threat didn't work she still came back anyway. I managed a day with Danny and his wife before Beth found out I was back. Danny looked out the window to see who it was, looked at me and told me it was my business not his. He joined his wife in the kitchen and I opened the door, Beth smiled opened her arms and went to hug me. My hand on her chest kept her just out of reach of doing just that. "What is it you want Beth?" "Mark we still have four days, please stop the divorce honey and come home." "Are you done?" Her arms lowered and she looked at me, confused. "What?" "It's a simple question Beth, are you done bothering me, because I have things to do. I'm back for the divorce papers Beth and once I have them I plan on framing them and putting them on my bathroom wall as a memory to how a marriage should never be." It was clear she was going to say something, me being in the mood I was in, I just turned around and went back inside closing the door when I did. Part of me expected her to knock on the door again. I joined my brother in the kitchen so who knows how long she stood outside. Danny was getting tired of me being the first to the door waiting for the mail to arrive. He got so fed up one day that he sent me out of the house, I couldn't blame him and they both understood that the papers were the only thing keeping me here. My meeting with Karen was unexpected; I was walking around the store buying a few things to take back with me when a familiar voice came from behind me. "Mind if a girl buys you a coffee stranger?" Thankfully I didn't have anything in my hands at the time, although I'm sure by the look on my face I telegraphed my answer to her. "I'm kinda fussy about who buys me a drink Karen, in your case I'm going to come out and tell you not a chance in hell, that way you understand just how much I want anything from you." Karen just couldn't help herself. "She still loves you, you know?" This time I took a step closer to her, Karen instinctively took half a step back. "I see you're getting hard of hearing in your old age so I will say this real slow so that even you can understand me. Our marriage died the day you came back, got naked and rubbed bodies together to see if you could start a fire. If your going to go with the 'she has a need' or even 'it's a woman's touch she needs once in awhile' then let me know so I can head for the bathroom to loose my lunch." My first thought was that I had said enough, even an old couple had stopped to listen to our conversation and there was no doubt others would soon follow. "She cheated and with you, then you both decided that it was me that had to live with it. Now given my history Karen do you really think that conversation was going to have a happy ending? Beth knew what was going to happened which was why she cleaned out the bank account." Another woman came around the aisle and although she looked at the shelves it was plain to see she just needed to get closer to what was going on. "I have no interest in her or you anymore. She couldn't keep her promise to me or the minister and keep her panties on, that made her untrustworthy and therefore divorce material. In a day or so I get what I want and that's away from the bitch, I'm getting on with my life, get on with yours." Their seemed no point in sticking around so I left. Even the cart got left in the aisle as I made my exit, going back to Danny's meant I would stew on my confrontation with Karen so the park seemed to be the best place to go and cool for awhile and treating myself to an ice-cream as I walked the paths round the park. Beth was waiting for me when I got back to the car. "I'm sorry." My mellow mood took a hit about then. "We both are Beth. The day Marcus Connelly came up to me in college and told me about you and Karen I beat the crap out of him, and then Sarah Chadwick said the same thing two weeks later. It was Tara Sinclair next and then Toby Watson about a month after that, I had no choice but to apologise to Marcus for what I did to him. But I loved you enough to let you get whatever it was out of your system, after all we weren't married and I kept telling myself it was a phase." When I looked at Beth she had tears in her eyes, the lump in my throat made it difficult to continue but I had to say it all. "When college ended and Karen left you came back to me both in body and spirit and in my eyes it was a phase but when she came back I knew. I'm sure you have a way to justify what you did in your head and are just dieing to tell me it. But you know what Beth, I just don't care. I married you not her and I've come to realize that all I was doing was keeping you warm until she came back." Beth was frantically shaking her head, I still didn't want to hear it so just continued talking. "Love is black and white, what you did was pick the bits you wanted to call love and toss the rest. Love is unconditional yet you found a way to place conditions on it with the stunt you pulled with the 'honey we need to talk' scenario." This time I sat next to her on the hood of my car, her gentle sobs of no comfort to me. "I tried to pick the best bits out of our marriage and hold onto those thoughts, but you know what Beth. Even they are tainted because the day Karen came back it wasn't a marriage anymore. Between you both you wasted two years of my life and I can't even look back through our childhood and pick the best bits out of those anymore since every scene that plays in my head has Karen hovering in the background." It was time to leave. I knew I wasn't being fair by not letting Beth explain herself but so what. "I'm sure there where times in our marriage that you loved me yet you both chose to start your affair behind my back. The day I got down on one knee and asked you to marry me would have been the time for the 'honey we need to talk' conversation." Beth finally moved away from the front of the car and although my anger over all this had eased it was still my parting words to her that drove it home to her. "I'm a one woman man Beth, you knew that yet chose to ignore it, if you could ever find a way to give me back the years that you both stole from me then come and talk to me. Until then leave me alone and both of you just stay away from me and my family and perhaps we can one day laugh at all this." Although she tried to smile and nod her head she knew the last part of my conversation with her was pure sarcasm. ******* Danny dragged me down to the bar to shoot pool that evening, I get the feeling he had been practicing. He cost me two beers since the looser had to buy them, we reminisced and I told him of my one way conversation with both Karen at the store and Beth at the park. When he asked me if I had got it out of my system now? I had to think for awhile, before I nodded my head. The divorce papers came the next day. My first thought was to let Joanne know. Yet I couldn't do it, Joanne and my little munchkin had to have their time, Becky would get her wish we would see to it. I was packed and hugging Danny and his wife two hours later. We all knew that they would be joining us for the wedding, I'm not dumb, Joanne would have talked to Danny's wife about that already. The sign for Cascade finally come up after a tiresome journey home and I smiled, the diner got hit first and then the store for a frame. Beth may have thought I was joking, I wasn't. The nail went in and the papers hung nicely on the bathroom wall although there was little doubt Joanne would insist I take it down. We already had Jason looking for a house, Cascade was where we met and this was where we planned to stay. I opened the shop the next morning and other than take bookings for Joanne's computer courses it was business as usual. Jason came by telling me that he had two houses for viewing and had booked them for a couple of days after Joanne and Becky had returned. As he turned to leave he noticed the frame on the wall of Becky trying to write her first name and my last name. "I've got one of those, Becky did it a month or so ago." Since we both knew the reason for the sudden holiday and the silence from them both we tried hard not to bring the topic up. Suddenly the shop door burst open and a blond bullet shot across the shop and into my arms. Little arms wrapped around my neck and clung to me ever so tightly. Joanne came into the store and noticed the limpet attached to me. She smiled and even managed to blow me a kiss before she hugged Jason. I could hear muffled words as Becky spoke into my chest, finally she pulled her head back enough to look directly at me. "My name is Becky Fairfax, mommy says I can have the name now but she has to marry you as well. Do you want to marry mom?" For the first time in many months tears welled up and I found it hard to see the angel in my arms, the lump in my throat didn't help when I went to talk either. "Yes honey I'm going to marry your mom and just as soon as we can arrange it." Becky tilted her head slightly as a thought struck her. "When mommy has the baby will the baby be called Fairfax or will we need another lawyer to go after my old daddy to sign new papers?" Although maternal instinct is very strong the shock of her question almost made me drop her. We all looked at Joanne who was now beet red and nodding her head. Jason was ever the pragmatist and helped Becky down and hand in hand they left the shop and headed back home. Joanne hadn't moved in all that time. I closed the shop door and put the sign up that we were closed for ten minutes before taking her hand and headed up the stairs. The glass of water sat in her cupped hands and didn't move, she had calmed some more now. At least she could breathe in and out without her body shaking. "To much rich food perhaps?" "Nope, it's caused from an injection of you into warm parts of me, stir and leave to settle. I started feeling sick the second day in Florida, by the fourth day I took the test and cried, Becky came in and asked what the white piece of plastic does so I told her it changes people lives." "Well since neither of us are going for the big wedding lets go see the justice of the peace and get the ball rolling." Joanne looked up at me as I stood over her, my hand out waiting to lift her off the couch. "I'm not trying to trap you Mark I swear to God I'm not. I don't know what went wrong, I just don't." This time I sat down next to her, she held the glass of water in one hand and sought out mine with the other. Our fingers interlocked and I sat smiling at her, waiting for her to turn to look at me so she could see. Joanne Sterns "Even to this day I still remember Becky walking into the shop and then an older version came in behind her. You have done all the hard work in this relationship so far so I think it fair to take the load off." I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I'm going to put the closed sign up and we are going to sort out dates for the wedding and once I know you have your stride back I will leave you to it. Jason has two houses he wants us to look at so we can do that tomorrow. I suggest you suspend your classes for a week or two while the marriage and move are sorted out since I need to keep the shop open." Other than take a sip of her water and nod her head occasionally she didn't do much else. We heard the shop door open and went downstairs in time for Jason's wife to rush across the shop and hug Joanne. "Your home a day early. Congratulations by the way." The smile came from Joanne as she watched Becky still holding Jason's hand. "We woke yesterday with every intention of spending the day in Disney World. Becky said she would rather go home so here we are." I closed up the shop and we all hit the diner. Since the conversation was all wedding plans it didn't take Macy's small army of gossips to 'happen to overhear' our conversation. The rest of the town knew by sundown. Between the justice of the peace and Joanne they set a date for six days away. Joanne, Becky and Jason's wife just had to spend the day in Freetown since they didn't have a thing to wear for the wedding. We fell in love with the second house we looked at. It was within walking distance of Becky's school so it was almost a slam-dunk. It would still take a week for the paperwork and money transfer to be completed but the old owners were happy for us to go in and get started on the clean up and any repairs that may need doing. Danny and his wife turned up a couple of days before the wedding and stayed a week after it. The few that asked were told by Joanne that the wedding was only going to be a quiet one, including the justice eight people turned up and we all watched Becky skip around the room when we both said 'I do'. Danny brought his tools with him and we got stuck into the house while the girls played catch up. Two other members of the town knocked at the house, Todd's wife was doing the computer classes with Joanne and volunteered her husband to help for the day since he was an electrician by trade. He smirked when he said that he would help, just don't tell the union. Ernie was Macy's cousin so we figured out real quick why he was here, but give him his due, we made the mess and he swept it up and took it all outside. Once done for the evening I took all three down to the bar for a well deserved drink. That one day's work by all of us meant we could move in the same day as the paperwork was exchanged. ******* The morning sickness thing came hard to Joanne and I got the 'it's all your fault' remark often when she came back to bed for a snuggle. At the first scan we were asked if we wanted to know the sex of the baby, Joanne said no straight away. Since it's not a question I was ever expecting to be asked it took me a while longer before I agreed with her. The box was ticked on the paperwork and from then on neutral colors were chosen for everything. The part that made me loose it was when some microphone was placed on her stomach and the insanely fast beating heart of our child was heard for the first time. My wife handed me tissues and both she and the nurse talked and used words I never understood as they pointed to parts of our child on the screen and took measurements at the same time. When the doctor took a look at the pictures and paperwork he mumbled allot but when he came up for air, told us that it was a healthy pregnancy and to enjoy it. The pregnant sex that followed was just something else. Many times I was woken in the middle of the night with Joanne's lips around my cock making me hard. Once she knew I was awake as well she would either climb on or get on all fours next to me. I will hold my hand up and say that I did worry in the beginning, until Joanne told me the baby was tucked away nice and safe and no amount of sticking parts of me into her would ever make a difference. The added incentive to that conversation was that she also told me that she goes crazy horny when she's pregnant and if I failed to live up to my husbandly duties she would just have to tie me to the bed and take it from me. The laugh that left my lips was short lived when the look on her face left me in little doubt she was being very serious. Joanne never did have to live up to her threat, the pregnant glow about her meant I could never keep my hands -or other parts of me for the matter- off of her. ******* It was a week after the birth of Sarah Erin Fairfax that Joanne sat me down and asked me a question I truly believed there could never be an answer to. "Honey, are you happy now?" As I held her tight to me and kissed her I first nodded my head and then said yes. "Let me show you something." Joanne pulled her cell out of her pocket and played with it for a moment before she turned it around for me to see the screen. The picture showed me busy with the inside of a computer. The beard was two weeks old, the hair was down to my shirt collar and the eyes looked lost. I don't remember the day she took that, I hadn't even noticed. Joanne must have caught me when I was lost in my own little world. She then turned her cell around again and found another picture; I was holding Sarah in my arms a stupid grin on my face, no beard and hair closely cut to my head. I remembered that day, I had just changed my daughter and although the smell was something else I did it all by myself. My eyes were alive, even on the small screen she held towards me you could see it. "I liked the first man, I love this one. I promise never to do anything to hurt you, you have a family now honey its time to let go." Joanne held her cell towards me and I took it. Downloaded the picture of me and Sarah and printed it off. Todd was working away for the week starting on Monday, I gave him a letter to post when he got to Houston. Danny phoned a week after Todd left and told me Beth got my message. Now it was time to let go. The End. Joanne's Forced Fantasy The noise of the bin lorry outside in the street half awoke Joanne Moore from her sleep, she reached out her hand to turn the alarm clock off and see that she had a further forty five minutes before it would go off and she sleepily turned her face back towards the pillow and cuddled in snugly and drifted back into her dream. Back in dreamland Joanne was in the night-club she and her friends had been in last Friday night, only her friends weren't there this time and in fact Joanne appeared to be the only female in the place. And that nice aqua green / blue dress she had worn seemed to have shrunk somewhat, the hemline ended several inches higher and she was pretty much in danger of flashing her thong anytime she moved her legs and it seemed to show an awful lot more cleavage than she remembered. She was dancing sexily with a variety of men in the club. Another noise outside on the wakening London streets and she suddenly jumped forward in her dream. She was out of the club now, it was late, she was hailing a cab and getting in, realising as she slid on the leather back seat that her skirt was riding up to reveal her crotch but not caring. She looked at the taxi driver, he was a slob, a fat, ugly slob that was sweating and his hair was greasy he was just the most unattractive individual that she could imagine. He had a sleazy, salacious tabloid open at a topless girl on his passenger seat and below that a low rent porno magazine. It was just the seediest taxi imaginable. And Joanne was wet between her legs, a fire burned down there that desperately needed to be attended to. She was close now to wakening up of her own violation but as she neared that her dream became all the more vivid and real. They were moving in the taxi, the driver was grunting and staring at her almost constantly in the mirror. Joanne was so wet and she could not stop herself reaching her hand down between her legs and playing with herself. Another jump cut in her dream and they were stopped outside Joanne's parents house (strange she had left there three years ago) and she was discovering she had no money to pay for the fare. The taxi driver grinned as she explained her predicament. Another fuzzy jump cut, the sound of traffic becoming more and more obtrusive on her dream, Joanne found herself on her knees sucking the drivers hard cock, she didn't want to, was reluctant to but was as horny as hell about it and reached to finger her own pussy just as her bedside alarm clock blared into action and brought her straight to her senses. Joanne got up slowly and showered even slower the lingering memories of her dream staying with her as she played with herself off under the hot, rushing water. When finally she was into her tight jogging shorts and top she wandered down to the kitchen to see if her flat mates were up -- they were and what's more their conversation made very interesting hearing. "That bastards been at it again! Listen to this." Claire read from the paper as she announced. "The Tottenham attacker has struck again. A young woman, 21, was kidnapped after a drunken night out and sexually assaulted before having her pony tail hacked off with scissors. This is the third such attack in the area in the last three weeks. Each assault has seen the man pose as a late night Taxi and pick up the girls and the drive them to a seduced spot to assault them. Police have called for residents to be extra vigilant." Joanne didn't listen to any more she just affixed the ear plugs of her ipod and stepped out into the bright morning sunshine and began a slow jog while contemplating what her long dark hair would look like in a ponytail. * Joanne went out for four nights in a row. Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Each night she pretended to be far more drunk than she was and tried to attract the attentions of taxi's that looked less than legitimate. She was playing with fire and she knew it. It was stupid and dangerous and reckless beyond belief. No one even knew where she was, her flatmates thought she had a new man on the go and in a way she did, she just hadn't found him yet. But she was determined to keep looking. And in the meantime the explosions she was having when she returned to her room and masturbated herself to sleep more than made up for it. The fantasy was just to arousing and alluring to leave alone. Joanne was playing with fire. She knew that. But she wanted to get burned. Or did she? Her fantasies were wrong, she knew that as well but all the knowledge in the world did not change how she felt, how she dreamed night after night of being taken against her will and used and abused at her attackers discretion. She could remember reading a story as a younger woman of a woman attacked in a bar and assaulted by a group of guys and rather than being repulsed she had been turned on and from that point onwards her fantasies had just snowballed to now being almost out of control. It was certainly dangerous what she was doing but she was not about to stop. That night she went out again, once more the bait on her own dangerous hook. Once more hoping to get caught. She certainly dressed the part: short, low cut silver dress that showed plenty of her creamy white flesh, high heels that had her tottering even before she assumed her 'drunk' act and make up caked on liberally. And of course her long, dark hair was in a cute ponytail. She was aiming for the filthy slut look and from the looks and comments she attracted in the clubs in that part of London she certainly managed it. She did actually imbibe a few drinks but not so many that she was completely without her faculties. She flirted with a couple of guys she knew slightly but made sure to escape them before too long, they were not the type of man she was seeking, not nearly. It was after half past one in the morning when she exited her last club. The London thoroughfares were by turns either illuminated and busy or dark and foreboding, depending upon what establishments were still open and emptying into them. Joanne took her time in the darker, quieter ones, using her by now perfected drunk and carefree stumble to make her way through the streets, hoping a taxi would stop. Any that did that looked legit or did not fit the profile she had ascertained from the newspaper and police warnings she ignored and waved away. And then a car drew up she got the queerest feeling about. It was an old, battered looking sedan, the Taxi sign a top it not looking at all permanent. From what Joanne had read the attacker had never used the same car twice, every time stealing an old looking car earlier that night. The car crawled behind her for a few moments before drawing level with her and came to a halt. Joanne gave an involuntary shiver of excitement mixed with very real fear. "You needing a ride Miss?" A gruff voice spoke to her from the quiet darkness of the driver's seat. Joanne stopped and squinted at the car, what she could see of the driver was not much, he appeared heavy set, white sounded over forty, all things that tallied with the police's description. Her heart was thumping like a drum trapped inside her chest. But he wore a flat cap and she could hardly make out his features and there had been no mention of a hat in any of the reports, plus the cab had letters printed on the side listing the drivers name so it looked real enough. Still it was late and Joanne had wandered enough whether or not this was going to be the attacker, and the more she thought about it now the less likely it ever appeared she nodded and flopped into the back seat. He didn't bother to ask her destination before starting off. There was a sickly sweet aroma in the car that overwhelmed her to begin with and once she had caught her breathe she realised that he had moved off without asking where she wanted to go. A light went off in her head and she slumped back in the seat and pretended to be having a hard time keeping herself upright. "You had a good night then, Miss? Meet anyone special?" His was thick and sleazy and just what Joanne had been searching for. She squirmed in the back seat, more than aware the front of her dress was slipping up on the old leather seat and surely giving him an eyeful of her black panties if he chose to look that way in his rear view mirror. "Oh yes, but I had' too much to drink!" Joanne faked that her speaking was all slurred with a cheesy grin before slumping over on her side. This was her time to find out if this was for real or not, surely if the driver was legitimate he would pull over and try to rouse her to find out where she was destined for. But if he didn't then maybe she had finally found what she had been looking for. Her heart hammered inside her as she kept up her pretence and every second that passed as the driver drove on convinced her this was to be her moment but was she ready for her starring role? With her eyes shut she couldn't see the driver nursing a hard on between his legs as he drove into the dark night and his eyes continually being drawn to the handles of a pair of scissors beneath his feet. * Minutes later and the back of the car turned into darkness, the orange glare from the overhead street lamps coming to a sudden stop as he turned into a dark, secluded alley. Joanne was convinced now that she had found who (and what ) she had been looking for and was determined to go though with this, whatever the consequences. She moaned slightly as the car slowed and came to a halt and lifted her headed dreamily from the seat. The driver turned and Joanne finally saw his face, it was enough of a fit with that photo-fit she had stared at for so long in the newspapers. "Right Miss, that's your stop, let's get you out." He still sounded convincing as a taxi driver and Joanne propped herself up on her arm as he got out of the car and came round to open the back door. When he swung open the door a little overhead light came on and she got a good look at him. His was face rough and weather beaten, he could have been anywhere between 40 and 60, it wasn't easy to judge. Sandy hair stuck out either side of his bonnet and he had cold, piercing dark eyes. His thick hands reached in and cupped under Joanne' arm and seemed to help her out of the car but just as she exited it the hand gripped her forearm forcibly and pushed her, hard to the cold, wet cobbles of this deserted alley. Joanne knew for sure she had found what she was looking for. It was a harsh landing, she lost one of her shoes and grazed both her knees but before she had much of a chance to react the drivers hands were on her, tugging at her hair, dragging her back towards him. "Open your mouth you prick teasing slut!" He harshly demanded. When Joanne did not immediately comply she was given a slap to her cheek and told to 'hurry the fuck up'. This was all going to fast for her but she dumbly opened her mouth as she knelt there before him. In a matter of seconds her mouth was filled with the slimy skin of the attackers thick penis. He was hard already and it filled her mouth up easily and pushed on so the tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. She gagged on it and spluttered and got another slap for her troubles. "No teeth bitch or I'll have to take them out! Know what I mean?" With his cock still jammed in her mouth she looked up through wide eyes, streaked by her make up and nodded. "Good. Do what you're told and you'll be fine. Now suck me off!" He pushed again deep into her mouth and Joanne was able to concentrate more fully on sucking his cock. Inside she was loving this, the initial shock was passing and her body was reacting favourably to the situation -- this was her deepest, darkest fantasy come to life. Still she would be lying not to admit the fear in her but that seemed to be turning her on even more. This dirty old man was using her mouth as a fuck hole, however he liked and there seemed nothing she could do about it, she had to try extra had to keep up her act of shocked, surprised, drunken innocent girl, she didn't want him twigging she was anything less than that. Really, it was not to difficult to act shocked and disgusting. The guy smelled and his heavy balls were banging against Joanne's chin with every thrust of his into her mouth. His cock was slippery and vile tasting and felt like a real invasion of her. She wondered if a forced blow job would be the end of it. She did hope not. She would not be disappointed. With a sudden movement the man whipped his slippery dick from her mouth and spun her around so that she was on her hands and knees in a dirty puddle facing away from him. She made an involuntary dry but that was stifled by his thick palm engulfing her mouth while his other hand literally ripped her dress from her. It was no cheap garment but the thug tore it from her body and in seconds fragments floated in the dirty puddle beside her and all she wore was her black, lacy panties. They were next to go and a stubby finger was very soon rubbing at and entering her cunt. "Fucking bitch, see how you like it when a real man treats you like you should be treated!" He grunted as his finger was immediately replaced by his cock and he began to fucked her like a dog on the cobbles. Joanne grunted and braced herself in the cold, slimy layer of water. The man's hand moved from her mouth to grip her ponytail and hold it as he began to fuck her from behind. This was just the dirtiest, nastiest most dangerous thing she had ever done and she was loving it. She didn't care that he wore no protection and she knew that was so fucking wrong on so many levels that it wasn't defensible but so what, who ever gets to live out their fantasy in real life? And in that cold, dark, lonely alley she was. As he fucked her like that he reached his paws under her and mauled at her breasts, wet from the puddle beneath her, squeezing and fondling them with each thrust of his crotch. Joanne remembered her role, she was supposed to be an innocent victim, she had better act like one, not the wanton slut she was getting off on this assault. She pushed herself up on all fours and tried to break free only for the vice grip on her hair to pull her back and for her to slump down on her face in the puddle all support knocked away. "Stupid little tart, just you stay right where you are, once you got yours you'll be Ok just a good hard fucking, that's all you're getting, a good hard fucking to show you what you need." Finally, he withdrew himself from her pussy, still not having cum and Joanne knew where he was headed next as she felt her ass cheeks being prised apart and her puckered asshole being spat on. Anal sex one of the things she had never done with her boyfriends and now here her first experience would be with a rough stranger in a deserted alleyway in the dead of night -- she shivered in excitement. She squealed as his thick cock invaded her, shoving it's way into her bowels, squeezing along her ass on its way. Meantime, he kept his hand on Joanne's ponytail, pressing her face against the wet cobbles and the shallow puddle they were in. he leaned forward to hiss at her. "Gonna cum in your tight asshole then make you lick it clean, how do you like that Missy, teach you to be a drunken prick teaser, eh?" How did she like it? The thought turned her on more than anything right then. Then all thought was forgotten in a blur of ass fucking. She was seeing stars before her eyes in the darkness, only the cold wetness of the puddle her hands were in keeping here aware of her situation as he continued to thunder into her from behind. And he was as good as his word, Joanne felt his warm see spurt inside her as he came in wave after wave. Oh she had to fight to control herself, even as he pulled out of her then pulled her head around and forced his cock straight from her own ass to her mouth she took it in. "Lick it clean bitch, then we're done." And she did. Sucking and licking everything off his cock and swallowing while feeling his cum ooze from her asshole and into the puddle below. As she did so he brought the scissors from his coat pocket and began to cut off her ponytail, she didn't mind she quite suited a short cut anyway, let him have his trophy. Eventually she collapsed on her face in the puddle, he told her to move but she was exhausted so he just laughed and took a piss in the puddle while she lay in it. His warnings of not telling the police or reporting him were wasted on Joanne. She had just had the best night of her life. Joanne's Metamorphosis lilredjammies edited this story. He and Joanne left the bar after about an hour and a half. That was generally as long as he ever spent there. She'd really hit it off with Buck. "He's a real man's man" she commented. "Buck is a big, tough Texan that doesn't take shit from anybody." She mused. "I like men like that. Frankly, the men in our region all seem to be wimps--pussy whipped wimps. Your boss, who you so lovingly refer to as dimwit--and he is one--is the worst of the lot. That little wife of his leads him around by a permanent ring imbedded in his nose. As I've clearly seen today, you're not like that at all." He was reflecting on the day's activities, marveling at the transition in Joanne's character toward the end of the day and seriously baffled about who this woman really was. It had all started the day before. Joanne was a corporate Human Resources VP. She was a professional ball busting bitch that every one hated and feared. Dimwit, his boss, was terrified of her. Most of the other sales reps were scared to death of her. The non-exempts left the lunch room when she entered. She was somewhere in her early thirties, frumpy hair, frumpy clothes, horror show makeup, sensible shoes and an imposing demeanor. There had to have been a body under there somewhere, but he'd never gotten a hint of it. Since she was technically the senior person in the building, in spite of the fact that she had no line management experience, never sold and never ran an operation, she had established herself as the ice queen of the office. Dimwit had asked him to take her out to see customers, actually begged him to, since all the other senior reps had virtually cried their eyes out in his office at the thought. He just wasn't afraid of her. He knew he could leave this company tomorrow and take most of the business with him. He'd had some of the toughest, most unreasonable customers in the state over the years. He'd also done a few years in the Army and the Marine Corps including two tours in Vietnam as a pilot. He scuba dived often off the coast of Florida with much scarier looking creatures than Joanne. The afternoon before their travel day he was in the office going over some issues with transportation. The dragon lady was standing in her doorway, tapping her foot, obviously trying to get his attention. She proceeded to storm over to where he was meeting with the now terrified trans manager, demanding to know where her typed itinerary of their planned travel day was. She also wanted to know time he would be picking her up at the office. He thought to himself, only the CEO or the COO ever got itineraries. Who the fuck did she think she was? He said, excuse me to the trans manager, spun around, fixed her with his well seasoned 1,000 yard stare, and let the silence drip off the moment. "Joanne, Don and I will be done in a few minutes. We have some important details to work out on a special shipment. When we are done, I'll stop by your office to chat." He then turned back around and continue to talk to the trans guy, Don. He and Don continued to chat for almost half an hour, even though they had really tied up their business in the five minutes he had thought it would take. He moved toward her office. He stopped to chat with a couple of people. He skipped the knock he knew she expected, closed the door behind him and again gave her the 1,000 yard stare. "Joanne, that was exceedingly rude and unprofessional. You interrupted real business and made a scene which did nothing to help the morale and efficiency of this office." He calmly told her. She started to speak, crimson with rage. "I am not remotely done, here." He said definitively. "Now I know everyone in this office is scared of you. Dimwit in the office next door is petrified of you--he even gave you the bigger office when, rightfully, it should be his, as the Region Manager. The office staff is terrified of you. I am not. First, you know since you are a personnel puke, that I make 6 times what you make; it's all commission and I earn every dime of it. I represent one half of this region profit--not bad when you consider that the other 11 reps make up the other 50%." He continued to blow his own horn, not generally his style, but this brash woman had gotten under his skin. "Our two largest competitors call me monthly, begging me to come to work for them, and if I did, I would take all the business with me and bankrupt this Region and the overall area. I know you're connected up the line, but so am I--very connected--and unlike you, I make money for this company." He started to wrap up. "Let's come to a quick agreement. Don't even think of fucking with me, and I won't fuck with you. Fucking with me includes fucking with my office folks—don't ever forget that. In the immortal words of Dirty Harry, personnel is for assholes. Joanne, you are a prime asshole. I am not, but will make an exception in your case." He had a couple more thoughts on their pending day together. "Regarding itineraries, we're going to visit these three accounts tomorrow--for sure--but will almost certainly see other people. I do not drive from my house to this office, a two hour round trip, so that I can then drive to my largest account which is 15 minutes from my front door." He opened his folder and handed her a map with printed directions which he had long ago prepared for other office people assigned to travel with him. He went on, almost done with Joanne. "I will get into my car at 5:30 AM, tomorrow morning. If you're early, I'll pour you a decent cup of coffee. If you are late, just turn around and go home, because I will be gone. Is there any part of this you're not clear on? If not, see you not later than 5:30 AM and have a nice day." He opened her office door and closed it quietly behind him. He smiled broadly to everyone in the office, bid them a jolly good night and walked to his car to drive home; he was dreading a whole day with this poisonous blowfish. She was early, probably 15 minutes. He was pleasant but not jovial. He offered coffee, she demurred. Not a lot of words passed between them as he grabbed his suit coat and some files and headed for the door. She didn't look much better today than the previous day, but it was a nice designer suit and the makeup was less severe She looked presentable. He had opened the front door when she rang the bell and she had to endure a quick nose over by his blue Great Dane and larger than average male Weimaraner . They were well trained; they never actually touched a guest or got dog snot all over them, but gave her a quick once over. The Weimaraner took a little more interest than usual around her crotch. He figured she was on the rag--perpetually. He briefed her as they drove. "First, we're going to the operating room. It's the only time of day you can get any time with the doctors and key decision makers. This is not a nine to five office job. We'll change into scrubs. I always bring our brand, since they are much nicer than the ones they are using--and I'm starting to get some interest from the nurses. I took you for a size 6, or maybe an 8?" He asked. "Somewhere in there, ah, a six I guess." She replied. "Great, there are several sets of different styles and colors on the seat behind you, pick one you like." He informed her. He was a high roller making several hundred thousand a year. They were driving in a two year old Mercedes, not one of the C or E class, but one of the great old big, honken' V-8 monsters. His suit was Armani and his briefcase Coach. . They got through the morning well. She didn't embarrass herself, almost--perish the thought--looked cute in the scrubs she had picked out. It was obvious that he knew everyone in the institution all the way up to the Chief of Staff and the CEO, and that those relationships were genuine and warm. They had lunch with the Materials Director who had become his best friend--still was--25 years later. The guy wasn't particularly impressed with her, but was pleasant. He only rolled his eyes once when he knew she wasn't looking. They proceeded through a couple of more accounts, each of which he clearly, owned. Around 4:30, they pulled into the parking lot of a seedy little bar. He turned to his passenger. "Joanne, do you see that huge hospital over there? They buy nothing from us. We've screwed them up for years, given them incompetent novice reps, changed reps at a whim and they absolutely despise and detest us. I can't get an appointment to see anyone in that place, but I told Dimwit I'd take it, because it's close to home, has unlimited potential, and well, it's a challenge." He went on. "Twice a week the Director of Materials and the Assistant Administrator come in here to have a few drinks and shoot some pool. Twice a week, I come here in an effort to build some kind of relationship with these people. Please don't order a soda or worse, white wine, the least you can get away with is a light beer." He continued. "The Materials guy is a big Toby Keith/Trace Atkins type, with a cornpone line of patter that is right out of Minnie Pearl--and it is Minnie Pearl--because he has a BA in English Lit from UT Austin and an MBA from their business school. He's as sharp as they come. Don't get caught up in titles--he's mentoring the Assistant Administrator, not the other way around." He went on to describe the key contact. "Buck, as he likes to be called, is the real power in this account. He's starting to take a shine to me. Treated me like shit until he found out I'd done two Vietnam tours. He did one with 5th Special Forces and we decided that I might just be the guy that put a bunch of rockets and 20 mike mike on some gooks trying to overrun his base camp. So, Armani or not, I passed the 'rough and ready' test." As he paused, Joanne spoke. "I went to UT Austin. I'm originally from Texas. My dad just retired from the Army. 32 years. Command Sergeant Major, Infantry." He did three tours in Vietnam, once with SF." Joanne quietly stated. "You're full of surprises, young lady. Just have some fun with Buck. Don't let him get under your skin, but push back without removing his scrotum. He likes it here in Florida, but he loves Texas." Jim instructed. They entered the darkened bar; Buck gave him a big wave from the pool table where he was just finishing off the poor Assistant Administrator, and swaggered over to the bar to meet them. He actually said, "Why hello, little lady!" and tipped his, you guessed it, Stetson, in her direction. He was playing her. To Jim's astonishment, she replied to him in the most redneck west Texas twang he had heard since El Paso. "Well, Hell. I thought Jim was taking me into some kind of gay fern bar, but you look like an above average specimen of Texas manhood. How the fuck are ya? I'm Joanne." You could have knocked Jim over with a feather, but Buck was doubled over in mirth. "What's a girl got to do to get s drink in this place?" She asked. The bartender came over. "Jack, black, double, rocks, how about you Buck?" "That'll do" He replied. The Assistant Administrator came over. Jim introduced them and then guided him back to the pool table while Buck and Joanne exchanged secret Texas handshakes and lamented over missed national championships, or whatever it is Texans do in private moments. They were laughing, back slapping and just having a grand old time. Jim played a couple of games of pool. He let the Administrator just win so he wouldn't guess he was being sandbagged. They moved back to the bar to pay the tab and all get on their way home. Buck turned to him and said. "This is one damned spirited filly you got here Jimbo. I'm glad to know someone else in that company of yours has a set of brass ones, pleasure making your acquaintance little lady." And he tipped the Stetson again. "You are so full of shit. " Joanne responded. "My wife tells me that, several times a day, y'all be careful now." Buck responded. They walked to the door. Buck turned to Jim at the very last moment and spoke. "Can you stop by next Tuesday, early, maybe 7:00 AM? 'Got something I need to chat about." Since they couldn't have screwed up anything for a customer that bought nothing from them, Jim had to take that as good news. It was the first time he ever asked Jim to come to his office. "You done good in there, 'little lady,' I'm proud of you." Jim quipped. "But I think you might have had one more of those doubles than you 'shoulda oughta.' so let's get some coffee in you before you drive back across the bridge." They got back to the house and she asked if there was someplace she could change into casual stuff she had in her car, for the ride home. "Five bedrooms and four bathrooms, God knows why, take your pick. If you want to take a nap, feel free." She picked one, and he heard the shower come on and about 15 minutes later she came out in shorts and a tennis shirt with her hair still damp For the first time in his memory, she actually looked like a real woman--instead of Lilith from 'Cheers'. Maybe not beautiful, but considerable more firmness in that body than he would have imagined. She had a nice swell to her hips. Her tits were bra-less under the tennis shirt. He had been sure she didn't have any tits as long as he had known her, only balls, big brass ones, as Buck had observed. She had decent legs, a little short, but well turned. "I'll take you up on that cup of coffee." She cheerfully requested, and he poured them each a freshly brewed cup. It was a beautiful day so they moved out to the back deck to enjoy their coffee overlooking the water. She started in. "I like to fuck, as much as the next woman--more, in fact.. I like it hard, and sweaty. It's like going to church, if there isn't a little pain and agony, then the religious experience is disappointing. As big a ball buster as I am on the job, when it comes to sex I need to have a little knocking around, a little leather, maybe a nice spanking." Where the hell is this going, he thought. She went on. "I expect a man to take charge in the bedroom, make me his woman. I want to be fucked hard from the rear, rough hands spreading my cunt and shoving fingers inside. I like my tits mauled. I like my face fucked. I enjoy taking every inch of a man's dick down my throat." Okay, he thought, this is better than phone sex. "I love to be boned up the ass, hard. I need a man who is not afraid that I'll break and will force my knees tightly against my tits and force his big, stiff cock into my tender dirty hole. I like to be spanked. I shave every hair off my pussy and ass. You can cum on my face. I like it really rough. I need it, I crave it and I deserve it. Are you getting the picture here, Jimbo?" Jim was stunned. And with that, she yanked her pants down, calmly finger fucking her hairless and obviously recently shaved pussy. She was leering at him, sticking her fingers in her mouth and then back in her bald little girl cunt. As hot as her little soliloquy was, he almost fell for it. Naked, with her fingers shoved up her cunt, her compact little body looked pretty damned good. He pushed her over on her side and slapped her ass hard with his bare hand. She smiled. He got it. "That was just on general principles, Joanne, you really are one sick little manipulative bitch! And you are a ball buster. You couldn't own me by scaring me silly, so you decided to try to own me by making me abuse you, making me brutally fuck you, fuck your mouth, your cunt and your ass. Own the cock, own the man, is that the game?" He calmly took a sip of his coffee and continued. "Then you'd have something on me, use my own anger against me. I'm sorry, Joanne, but no go. You're a very bright and not completely unattractive young women. If you weren't such a whack job I believe I would genuinely enjoy making love to you. My instincts tell me to just kick your ass out of here and try to forget this Twilight Zone episode. But as an idealistic believer in the patron saint of lost causes, you and I are going to talk. Now get you fingers out of your pussy and pull up your pants. At that point, you can stomp out of here, or not--your call." He stopped talking and she complied. She was sitting there, face crimson, lips tightly pursed, having no idea what to do. So she just sat there, not looking at him. "Cabernet or Chardonnay--oh, fuck it, you're definitely a red wine girl." He said as he opened a new bottle and poured two glasses, returning to the sofa and handing her one which she wordlessly accepted. She started to speak; he said, "No, me first. What I have to say is going to be a lot shorter than the bizarre life story you owe me, so here goes." "I'm just not into this stuff. A little slap and tickle, hard balling, light bondage, ass fucking, role playing, sure, been there, done that, got the T-shirt. You want to be abused, and somehow, I guess you think that's how real men 'take' their women? You know better. But for some stupid reason, I want to understand you and what drove you this deep into self hatred." She started to tell her story. "I haven't always been a man hater. But I've been burned both personally and professionally and it has hardened me. Human Resources means having to make tough decisions and fire people and I've gotten really good at it, but it's taken away some of my humanity. I've been used more than once by senior management to do dirty work. In an uncertain business climate, the friend I make today might have to be the one I fire next week. I had to fire some people I really cared about and I've lost sleep over it. I know I'm going to get punished some day for doing men's dirty work." At this point, he wasn't sure if he was still being played by a great actress or not. She continued. "But the realities are there, so I've stopped making friends or getting close to people inside the company. I'm too damned busy to have much of a life outside the company. I had an affair with someone very senior, fell in love and it was a huge mistake, so I work hard at not attracting any interest from males. I was married. My husband ran off with my best friend--my gay male best friend. I'm not sure a man can even imagine what its like for your spouse to leave you so he can go fuck some guy in the ass, to realize that when he was fucking you in the ass--always from the rear--or letting you suck him off--always with his eyes closed--that he was thinking about another man." She took a gulp of wine and went on. "I grew up a tomboy. I grew up in Texas, Fort Hood, Fort Bliss; you were in the service, I believe, I can't recall which one, but you know the picture. I can ride a horse and shoot any kind of gun. I used to work out a lot and have a black belt. I cannot tolerate--become sick to my stomach around--pussy whipped, wimpy men. Part of it is certainly the disgrace of having once married a guy that wasn't really interested in my pussy, but my Dad is all man, as are my brothers. I've had death threats in this job, and if they come after me they'll get two, center mass, quicker than you can say Colt 1911. Every time I'm not in control I get hurt. Most men are easy to control, easy to scare, easy to intimidate--they're fucken' pussies." She transitioned to a more personal tone. "You're different. I knew my usually successful ball busting routine had absolutely no effect on you. So, you're right; if you can't own a man with intimidation, use your sex, own his dick. By letting you think I wanted to be your submissive slave, you would have become mine. And I've done it before, on more than one occasion. Most men can't wait to abuse a ball busting bitch. And in those other situations I owned that prick and could get him to do anything I wanted. And you just wouldn't bite. I thought I had you when you pushed me over and slapped my behind. But I now realize that sex had nothing to do with it." Joanne's Metamorphosis It was his turn. "Joanne, it was a pretty hot little speech and you looked very fuckable standing their, naked below the waist with your fingers shoved up your quim. My dick started to get hard for a minute, and a few years ago I probably would have said, what the fuck, and given you what you seemed to want. But I grew up. He sipped his wine and continued. I love strong women, hell I love all women. I love the way they smell, the way they feel, the way they look, the way they sound, the way they move. I think making love with a woman who knows her body and isn't coy about telling me what she wants and needs is the pinnacle of sexual activity. For the record, if things were very different, I'd love to fuck your recently shaved little girl pussy and bone your ass. If you wanted to wear leather and have your butt slapped and your tits pinched, that would be okay. But I have to draw the line at real pain, humiliation and abuse--it doesn't get me off. Is it really what gets you off?" It was Joanne's turn. "I rationalize the abuse and humiliation. By letting a man abuse me and believe he is humiliating me, I can bring out all of his deep seated hostility toward women who he thinks mistreated him Bring out that dark hostility, make him lose control--I end up humiliating and owning him. It's a power trip. I get off on the control. I have to have the control--and, yes, some of the pain--is payback for being a bitch, but no, I don't enjoy the sex that way. I stuck my finger in my mouth to get some lubrication; I wasn't turned on, but in truth, I haven't enjoyed sex with any man—any person-- in a long time." "Come here." He said, and she tentatively moved across the sofa close to Jim. "I'm going to hug you and hold you. This isn't about sex. You need to be held tightly more than any human being I know. I hurt inside when other people are in pain. Let go of that pain. I've got broad shoulders when it comes to pain, Give it up. Forgive yourself; forgive the ass holes that hurt you. You can't possibly love anyone with all that self hatred." And he took her in his arms and held her. Her arms went around his body and she hung on for dear life. Her hair brushed against his face as she softly sobbed on his shoulder. He softly stroked her hair He told her it would be alright. Her body shook as she cried out every last tear her eyes could produce. "Thank you." She said, softly. "I never expected that. I certainly didn't deserve it, after what I tried to do to you. I haven't felt that safe and protected and cared for as a person in a very long time." "I think we're both pretty emotionally tapped out, right now. How about helping me throw together some dinner? I'm starving. From what you've told me you have no plans for this evening and I never make plans on a week night." "Sounds like a plan." She said . They threw together a salad and grilled some fish. She was ravenously hungry. They made small talk and actually acted like two people who were friends, maybe lovers, maybe not. She smiled easily, and the world had missed a lot, not often having seen that smile. She laughed, and they made small jokes. They had a little more wine. Her West Texas accent crept in as she became more relaxed. He became more relaxed, still not 100% sure he wasn't still being played--but getting there. They sized each other up. She was really a very pretty girl, particularly when she smiled or laughed. Far from frumpy, she had a very muscular and tight little body, the kind he had always been attracted to. They cleaned up the dinner plates and moved back to the deck to enjoy the sunset. "I really blew this and I'm sincerely trying to avoid sinking into my usual level of self pity. While I may have gained a few points over the last hour or so, I would be very surprised if you completely trusted me. She plays games with men--mean games, control games. Is this just another game? Can we start over? I haven't had a friend in a very long time, or a lover, for that matter." She continued. "This is me. A west Texas Army brat who spent years trying to deny who she was, but who is happiest in bare feet and grubby jeans. I don't mind getting dirty, West Texas is all about dirt. I love dogs and horses and four wheel drive. I like to walk in the rain and love thunderstorms with lots of lightening and noise. I like to garden, to grow things, maybe even farm someday. I grew up in a happy home, a loving home. Sure, my dad was away a lot during the war, but he always made it up to us when he was home. He was firm with us, but kind, loving, caring and nurturing. My mother is a strong, solid woman who raised four kids, often without much help during Vietnam. My brothers were protective, but they always let me play their games and I learned to appreciate boy things." Without a word, he leaned toward her and gently, softy kissed her mouth, not a brotherly kiss, but not an oral exam, either. He softly stroked her hair and face. Her lips were warm, soft and moist and her response was real. Oh shit, he thought. I'm falling for this woman. What if it's just another game? "That was the sweetest, most tender kiss I've ever shared. Thank you. I really needed that." She softly replied. "And, I'm afraid, the last one for this evening. I've got a 5:00 AM OR meeting in the morning and need to get some sleep. Are you okay to drive home?" Jim said, stopping further exploration. "Uh, sure, I'm fine. You're right. I need to get home and we probably both need to digest." Joanne responded, trying to hide her disappointment. He has lied. He kissed her, once more, a friendly kiss, as she got into her car. Way to go Joanne, you meet the first man you've met in years who would be worth having and you completely blew it. What a jerk. Where do I stand with Jim? Her thoughts were confused and conflicted as she tried to avoid sinking into self pity. She thought they were friends; she wanted so much more. She went home and removed her clothes and examined herself in the mirror. She wasn't a bad looking woman. She had slacked off on her once disciplined workout regiment and noticed a little softness here and there. She put on running attire and set out for a quick three miles to burn off her frustration. It was harder than she remembered; she knew she'd have to get back on a regular exercise schedule. After a quick shower, she examined the selection of horrid makeup she had acquired. She scooped it up and deposited it all in the trash. She looked at her hair. There wasn't much she could do with it without a good cut; she'd take care of that as soon as she could get an appointment. She went to her closet. Fortunately, she hadn't given all of her prettier things to Goodwill; there were still some possibilities, stuffed way in the back. She chose an attractive, tailored business suit that she could fit in without bulges. She had always had great muscle tone, and she wasn't that old--barely thirty. She could get her old body back quickly, in a month or two with hard work. Joanne was a perceptively different woman when she entered the office the next morning. She greeted the receptionist warmly; the poor girl almost fell out of her chair. She smiled as she saw people in the office and acknowledged them with a friendly nod. This was going to take some time she thought. First, I've developed bitchiness to an art form; second, too much improvement too quickly would come across as fake. She neither saw, nor heard from Jim for several days. She sent him a thank you note, probably a little too formal, but the best she could muster. She thought about him a lot--too much. Her mind wondered back to the brief kisses they had shared. She saw him in the office once but was involved in an interview. By the time she could break away he had left. She looked up at the light tap on her door. It was him. He was smiling. He looked really good today, she thought. Hell, he looks good every day. "Do you have plans for lunch?" He asked. "No, I've got nothing on the schedule until 1:30. What did you have in mind?" "What do you know about Cuban food?" He inquired. "Not much, I've never had it." She replied. "Well, Joanne, you are in a city that is known for its Cuban food, I'm surprised that you haven't tried it. First it's not Mexican food, it's--oh, hell, grab your purse and you can find out first hand what it is." He said. They walked out together to the now familiar, massive German automobile, and headed off toward the Cuban district. When they arrived, they were seated quickly. There was an obvious air of recognition by the maitre de as they were whisked to a nice table near the window. Jim explained the menu. She chose a Pompano dish, stuffed with crab meat. The waiter brought a small pitcher of Sangria. "Watch out for the Sangria, it sneaks up on you. I limit myself to two glasses. I've tried to recreate it, but never quite have been able to get it right." Jim said. Joanne didn't really like Sangria, but this stuff was very different; it was like nectar from the gods. She smiled warmly and nodded her head appreciatively as she took her second sip. The food came. It was astounding, like nothing she had ever eaten. Desert was Flan, another dish she had never really liked, but this was creamy, buttery and smooth and melted in her mouth. It was, in all respects a wonderful lunch. She started to grab the check and he stopped her. "My treat, I invited you. You can pick up the tab next time." Jim said, firmly. Their conversation had dwelled too long on work things. They chuckled about Buck. He told her Buck had decided to place a nice order with the company and had, more or less, indicated that Jim had a regular time slot with him on Tuesdays. Jim thanked her for her efforts in winning Buck over. They did not mention the horror show which had followed their day together. Lunch was over too quickly. Jim drove her back to the office, and being the independent woman she was, she opened the door and started to step out. "Joanne." He said, and she paused, turning back toward him. He continued. "This was fun. Let's do it again, soon. I really had a good time." "Same here." She replied. "Next time it's my treat, but you need to pick the place, since the only restaurant I know is the hot dog place down the street." "I love their hot dogs. That would be fine." He responded. She walked back to the office, her feet barely touching the ground. It was a start, she thought. Is he just a friend? Is there any chance of something more? She hoped so. She didn't see Jim for almost two weeks. He called her once to thank her for having lunch with him. She knew he was up in the Corporate HQ for several days. There was some big conference to which a handful of the top reps were invited. She was afraid that it meant another reorganization--people losing their jobs--and she was dreading it. The following week Jim stuck his head in and they chatted briefly--far too briefly. He had an appointment and she had a counseling session. By the next time he graced her door it had been a month since the horror show. She'd changed her hair style. She'd bought new clothes. Her workout and running regimen was working and she felt better physically than she had in some time. She looked better. She examined herself in the mirror that morning; she actually started to think she was looking pretty hot--or at least not dreadful. She was starting to win over more of the office staff. She still busted Dimwit's balls--he needed it--but saved her bitch routine for the pompous pricks who deserved it. She'd gotten a little sun at the pool at her condo. She actually looked like she belonged in Florida. She'd always tanned well and the bronze hues made her look younger and sexier. On Wednesday Jim came by her office. She had really missed him. She hoped he had missed her on some level. "Hey, West Texas Army brat, are you by any chance a fan of country music, real Texas country music?" He inquired. "I love it. I grew up on it. Why do you ask?" She said, maybe with a little too much coyness. "Well, you must have read the paper. Do you know who is playing a stadium concert Thursday night? 'King George' himself, one of my favorite artists of any genre." Jim responded. It was Joanne's turn. "I love him, but it's a stadium concert and the only tickets I could find were so far back that you wouldn't even be able to see the stage It sold out almost immediately." "If you're still interested, I've got two tickets and they're not that far back--pretty decent actually. Would you like to go?" Jim inquired. Was this a, date? She hoped so. "I'd love to, what time?" "Well, your condo is only ten minutes from the stadium. I thought we'd get there early and eat there. How about if I pick you up tomorrow between 6:30 and 6:45?" Jim said. "Sound great." She responded, generally excited that he had asked her to go with him. "You must have something in your closet that harkens back to your shit kicking days. Dress country, okay?" He quipped. "I'll do it." She responded, realizing that she would need to go to the mall that evening to find something appropriately shit kicking. That evening she bought some overpriced jeans, not Wranglers or Levis, but some $100 plus designer label. She looked good in them. She also found a classic embroidered blouse that said country all over it. She still had a decent pair of cowboy boots and a hat or two that would fit the bill. She went home to preview the outfit. She was pleased to note that the jeans hugged her firm ass like a glove and the blouse accentuated her tits. The jeans made her legs look longer. The hat she chose was just so damned cute she couldn't stand it. She looked good, she thought to herself, damned fuckable. Would that happen, tonight? She desperately hoped so. Jim pulled up a hair after 6:30, not in the Benz, but in a big ass pickup truck. It was not one of those citified Japanese imitations. It was a man's truck--a working truck. She greeted him at the door and they walked to the truck. She let him open the door and help her up--it was quite a climb--into the cab. His hands on her hips sent electricity through her body. As they drove off, she spoke. "Well you are a man of many surprises. Where'd this come from?" Jim replied. "I've had it for years. It's great for hauling crap to the boat dock and such. You just can't show up for a concert like this in a foreign car." He has a boat, or was it boats? What kind, she wondered, sail or speed boat? She hoped they wouldn't have to walk too far from wherever they could find parking. The jeans and boots she had chosen were not designed for long treks. "You look great; that's a dynamite outfit. You'll fit in perfectly." He softly told her, not in a perfunctory manner, but with, what she thought--hoped--was genuine affection. They motored past the traditional parking lots driving much closer to the stadium than she had expected. Jim hit his turn signal and turned into an entrance blocked with orange traffic cones and a very large scowling security guard. The security guard strutted over to the driver's window, prepared to order then to turn around. Jim grabbed a large, gold plastic something from the visor and presented it to the guard. The guard's demeanor changed immediately, as he broke out in a broad smile. "Good evening, sir!" The guard exclaimed, rushing back to move the orange cones so that they could enter the restricted area. This same event occurred twice more as they worked their way through the tight security, with similar results. After the last vehicle barrier, actually a twelve foot, motorized double chain link gate, they were directed to a parking space that was actually closer to the stadium than the, 'King's tour bus. Wow, she thought, this guy has some juice; he must know somebody. As they prepared to exit the truck, Jim reached over to the glove box and produced two gold colored, plastic affairs with a gold neck chain attached to each. It was not cheap, key chain painted gold; it appeared to be fourteen caret. He handed her one. "Don't take it off even if you have to pee." He admonished, with a grin. She looked at the pass before placing it around her neck. It had her name, vital statistics and even her picture. It clearly said it bold, laser engraved letters, 'back stage pass, access to all areas, event personnel'. He does know somebody; he's involved with a lot of charity and civic groups; maybe he called in a favor. "Where'd you get my picture?" She inquired. "I copied it off the company website." He replied. They went through two more security sites and endured a perfunctory wanding. They approached the actual door to the stadium--clearly marked, "back stage access only". It was guarded by the biggest man she had ever seen wearing an equally huge Stetson. He had a well perfected scowl which said, "don't even think of fucking with me". To her surprise, as they approached Goliath, he broke out into a huge grin, yelled out, 'Jimbo' and left his post to embrace Jim in a huge bear hug. "How the hell are you partner? It's been too damned long." The now gregarious guard exclaimed. "George is going to do that new song tonight, right after the traditional opener. It's a killer." Jim introduced Joanne to the massive man and they were soon inside the darkened back stage area. Someone came up to them, glanced at the color of their passes and escorted them to a large room with a sumptuous buffet and full bar. She scanned the room. There was the mayor. There was the friggin governor and a United States Senator. There were dozens of people she recognized, but she didn't exactly know who they were. A number of people looked up as they entered, and several shouted out Jim's name. Several moved toward them to say hello, pausing in their transit. The big man with the golden voice made a beeline for where Jim and Joanne were standing. "Jim!" The king exclaimed, as one would greet a very good friend. "George!" Jim replied, as the two exceptionally handsome men embraced in the kind of hug that men reserve for family and lovers. Out of the corner of her eye, Joanne noted the expressions on the faces of several of the guests, who probably didn't have a clue who Jim was. He was obviously being very fondly greeted by the man--they knew damned well that he was someone special. George was known to be reserved, almost courtly. He had more damned money than anyone in the business. With 35 number one hits, a mantle full of awards, his own label and more multi-platinum albums than any artist in history, he didn't owe anyone, other than his fans. He adored his fans and they adored him. This was not a casual greeting, but a greeting between very special friends. "It's been too damned long, my friend. Thanks so much for coming. And who might this be?" George transitioned, turning toward her. Jim introduced Joanne as a very special friend. George's big blue eyes twinkled. God, she thought, he's even more of a hunk in person. He graciously took her hand and gave her a tender hug. George was not a guy who hugged female fans, he was a pretty straight arrow. It was a sweet family hug, as if to say, you're with my friend. He said you were special. Therefore, you're special to me. George began to speak softly. "Joanne, I've known this man a very long time; we go all the way back to the Army and Vietnam. I owe him more than my life, but certainly my life. I wouldn't be where I am today if he hadn't kicked my ass and made me go for it--not to mention giving me my first number one and my first song of the year. You take care of him, good, you hear? And try to get him to quit that stupid day job of his and write full time." Turning back to Jim, he continued. "We had the new album in the can when I got your song. I had to pull all kinds of crap to get it on the album. I sure wish you writers would pay a little more attention to our recording schedules." George quipped, with mock irritation. "It's a winner. It'll go to the top. The downloaders and radio station play lists can't get enough of it. You done it again partner!" Joanne's Metamorphosis Jim responded to George. "George, I've told you a million times that I write for fun, not money. I'd be a crappy song writer if I did it for a living. I might write more songs, but not better ones." "Well, you made at least a couple of bucks writing over the years. You've given me five number ones, or is it six? I've had a ton of top twenty hits singing your words. We've shared a few awards, including a Grammy or two. You've helped Travis and Alan and even Allison on more than one occasion, and Miranda--she's my opening act--is shooting up the charts with her album title track. That's a hell of a song you gave her." George said. He writes fucking number one hits for the man at the pinnacle of country music. He has Grammy Awards? Is there anything this man can't do? Joanne was amazed. This was a mind blower. George excused himself to go get ready. As he left, he hugged her one more time, whispering in her ear. "Don't let go of him. They just don't get any better. Thank you, Joanne." And with that he was off to get ready to thrill the 40,000 fans packing the stadium. What did he thank her for? She was confused. A very pretty, poured into her jeans, slightly trashy and very hot young woman ran over to where they were standing and literally threw herself into Jim's arms. It occurred to Joanne that this little girl was probably young enough to be his daughter, but that she would fuck him anywhere, any time--and anyway--it pleased him. "Hey, baby, I've missed you so much! Where have you been? Thank you so much. The song you gave me really opened the door--finally. It's the one that got me a contract and its climbing fast and pulling my album sales a long with it." The hot young women gushed. Joanne realized she had been wrong. Miranda loved this man, and while it was hard for her to do anything that wasn't sexy, she had a strong affection for Jim that wasn't about sex. Jim introduced the two women. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Joanne," she said with all sincerity. "You hang on tight to this guy--he's a keeper!" And with that she dashed, or scampered, off to get ready to open for the man. Jim and Joanne moved to the buffet to get some food; a waiter handed each of them a glass of wine, red wine, a Cab, she realized. Christ they even know what he drinks. A number of the celebrities--tycoons and politicians came up to greet them. That was what had her in awe--they came to Jim. A man, obviously George's manager, came over and hugged him almost as warmly as George had. It was almost more than Joanne could handle. She knew he was a very special man, but so did a whole bunch of other people. It was getting close to show time and the crowd dwindled as people were escorted to their seats. No one had better seats than they did--almost on the stage, not more than a half dozen feet from where George would perform. Miranda came out for the opening act and nailed it. She had an upbeat, almost country rock style, the perfect opening act for George. As the band prepared for their second number, the lights on stage dimmed a bit, and Joanne realized that it would be a slower song, perhaps a ballad. Miranda started to introduce the song; the crowd knew what was coming and began clapping and cheering. "This song is very special to me. I wouldn't be here tonight, opening for the greatest entertainer in the history of country music, without it. I'd like to dedicate it to the dear man who wrote it, Jim Gibson." And as she pointed in their direction, Jim smiled and blew her a kiss as the spotlight operator desperately tried to focus on the correct location. Then she started to sing. She turned out to be one of those entertainers who sounds better in person--not created in a studio. She delivered the piece with heartfelt emotion and owned those 40,000 people. As the song unfolded, tears filled Joanne's eyes. Without thinking she grabbed Jim's arm and lightly put her head on his strong shoulder. Miranda delivered it perfectly, but it was the song that had most of the audience on the verge of tears. It was a tender and bittersweet saga of missed love, fleeting love which should have been, should have grown, but lacking nurture, was lost forever. As she came to the final note--which she held and delivered flawlessly--the audience gave her a standing ovation. Miranda looked at Jim, mouthing, the words, "Thank you". Miranda brought her show to a close after about thirty minutes. She definitely had a promising career ahead of her, Joanne mused. She had great pipes, her looks certainly wouldn't hurt and, as long as she kept picking good songs, she'd be around for a while. As George was being introduced for the main event, the crowd went nuts. He strode on stage with his six string dressed as he always was, the gentleman cowboy. The band struck up his traditional opener and the crown roared. After the first number, the lighting changed to indicate that George, too, was going to slow it down. He looked directly at Jim, touched his fingers to the brim of his white Stetson, and started his latest chart climber, a song entitled, 'Don't Run Away." Nobody in the world delivered this kind of song the way George did, which is why he was at the top of the business. Joanne had not heard this song before; she'd stopped listening to country radio when she had moved to Florida and hadn't bought a new album in years. This song shook Joanne to the very core. It was a song about her. Jim had written a song about her and now the greatest country artist who had ever lived was singing it. And he knew. George knew. He was singing it to her. As he moved his eyes across the crowd in his signature style, those beautiful blue eyes always came back to her--to Joanne. She couldn't help herself; she leaned up and kissed Jim on the cheek to tell him she now knew, also. George smiled as he caught the kiss. The song ended and you could have heard a pin drop; then the audience exploded. George turned to look at Jim and Joanne. She thought that he would probably thank Jim for the song, as Miranda had done. To her surprise, he tipped his hat at her. Fixing her eyes with those piercing blue eyes of his, he said, loud enough for her to hear from six feet away, "Thank you--Joanne". Joanne was in shock. He wrote a song about me. He cares, doesn't he? That's more than just friendship, isn't it? The concert was a smash, as expected. After the show they went back stage to say their goodbyes. George had to get on the road for a gig in Atlanta, so the after show gathering was abbreviated. Joanne couldn't let go of Jim. As she slid back into the seat of the big truck they had come in she moved over next to him. She planted her pretty little butt as tightly as humanly possible against his body. As he helped her down from the truck at the door to her condo, Joanne's mind was racing. I want him to come inside. I want him to spend the night. I desperately need him to make love to me--to fuck me--to make me his woman. But that was not to be. They kissed and held each other longingly at her door as two young high school lovers might do. She never wanted it to end. It did. Jim spoke first. "Joanne, this was a very special evening. Thank you for being a very special part of it. I enjoy spending time with you. You're thinking about inviting me in. If you did, I'd probably say yes. Please don't. On a practical note, I've got another very early OR meeting. On a personal note, we need to leave it here, at least this evening. I suppose I'm a bit old fashion but we need to let it happen--let it grow. Okay?" Joanne nodded, not really meaning it. She knew she wanted to fuck him. If he didn't leave or come inside, she'd blow him right here in the open. She didn't. They kissed and embraced one more time and parted company. She got inside, stripped off her clothes and got in bed. She began to fondle her most private area, thinking about the man she had spent the last few hours with. She came very quickly, surprising herself that she had cum that quickly--and without any electrical assistance. She fell asleep, dreaming of this wonderful man who was stealing her heart--had already stolen it. Over the next week, Jim came by the office to take her to lunch twice She knew he was very busy and she regretted that he didn't call her for some sort of, real date. Jim stopped by her office on Wednesday of the following week. "There's a three day weekend coming up, Joanne. Do you have any plans?" "What did you have in mind?" She asked, trying not to seem too anxious. A weekend sounded very interesting. "Have you ever spent any time in the Caribbean?" He inquired. "The usual, Paradise Island, the casinos, but it wasn't that great." She responded. "This is a little different. There is a small island, a Cay as they call it, just off of St. Catherine, maybe 75 miles. Along with a handful of other folks, I own some property down there. It's 1,000 miles south and not at all like Paradise Island. Are you interested?" Jim asked, directly, as if he was asking about some business issue. "Sound great!" Joanne replied. "Exactly how are we going to get there? I can't believe you have tickets and if you don't, with the holiday, and all, I doubt that we could get them." She responded, sort of hinting that, if that was what he had in mind, she would pay for her air fare. "We're going to fly; Tampa direct to St. Catherine, and then over to Goose Neck Cay. I have an airplane, a little Cessna, actually, that will probably get us there in one piece." Jim replied, nonchalantly. He flies, too? I should have known. "Sound like a plan. Do you want me to drive over to your place, or are you coming over to pick me up?" "I'll pick you up. The air park is about half way between your place and mine. Is 7:00 AM too early?" Jim inquired, then added. "Just pack light, beachy stuff, nothing dressy." "I'll be ready, thanks" She replied, more excited than she wanted to let on that she would be spending the weekend with him. Thank God, she thought, I'm finally going to get laid. He picked her up at her apartment bright and early the next morning in the truck. They headed for a small business air park about half way between her condo and his house. They parked in a secured lot; he grabbed their two suit cases and they walked into flight operations. He had told her that he never drove the Mercedes, except for work--and never on the weekend. "Good morning, Mr. Gibson." The extremely attractive young lady behind the counter said, greeting him with more than business politeness. Had he fucked her? She certainly wanted to fuck him from the way she was flirting, Joanne thought. "Sir, you're cleared as filed, IFR to St. Catherine, then switching to VFR into Goose Neck Cay. The weather looks excellent, so it should be a smooth flight. Your aircraft is right outside, all gassed up and ready to roll." The young lady said, adopting a more professional tone. "Thanks, Candy, great work, as usual. Candy, this is my very good friend, Joanne who is accompanying me today." Jim said, introducing the two women. Both women were checking each other out. Jim and Joanne walked out the back door of the ops building and across a short hanger to the waiting aircraft. It was a Cessna.. It sure as hell wasn't a little Cessna 172, she thought to herself. Joanne knew something about airplanes. One of her brothers was a military pilot. Her dad flew. Joanne herself had gotten her private pilot's license several years earlier. She'd hung around airports when she was younger, but slightly less than perfect vision kept her out of any military flight program--and there weren't that many opportunities in those days for woman pilots without military aviation training. But she knew airplanes. This one was a beauty. This was a Citation II, powered by two Pratt & Whitney turbofan engines. It was distinctive in the business jet category with its unswept wing. Depending on configuration, it could carry six to ten passengers with a max range of almost 2,000 miles. It cruised at close to 450 miles per hour with a top speed nearing 500 miles per hour. It had one of the lowest stall speeds of any aircraft in its category, less than 100 miles per hour, and thus could get into relatively short runways--and get back out again due to its low wing loading and solid thrust to weight ratio. Normal service ceiling was over 25,000 feet. It could certainly fly much higher if needed. Joanne knew that this one was as nice as the one the CEO flew in. All things considered, even used, and depending on the year and upgrades, this was at least a one and a half million dollar airplane--probably more. "Who's flying this jewel?" She asked, jokingly, but she was pretty sure she already knew. "You and me babe, if I can figure out how to get it started." Jim replied. Jim continued. "I did a little checking on you; I've got several old friends at the FAA. You've got a pilot's license, and you're current--barely. You've also got an instrument ticket and are two engine qualified, a Turbo Baron, I seem to recall--though not in jets. You can legitimately fly copilot and actually log the time. After an hour with an instructor, we're legal in the soup, if need be, since real instrument flying in this aircraft requires two instrument qualified pilots. Since I'm instructor rated in this aircraft and an instrument examiner, it's almost a moot point. Hop in; you can have the right seat." He's not just a pilot, he's a fucking instructor pilot. Well, you don't exactly hop in a Citation II, Joanne thought to herself. While the cabin is a little short for most men to stand up comfortably in, it's a very roomy aircraft for two people. Jim stowed their luggage and did a quick walk around of the aircraft. She busied her self strapping in and trying to familiarize herself with the flight controls and instruments. There were a lot more dials and gauges then she was used to, but she had flown enough over the years to figure things out pretty quickly. Jim came up front and strapped into the left seat. He handed her the pre-start checklist, indicating that she should call of the steps and he would execute them. They got through the procedure pretty quickly. Only former military pilots always used the check list. He had flown in the military; what had he flown? "Joanne, it's almost two hours of total flying time to where we're going--close to 1,000 miles and we've got a little tail wind. We'll clear the coast south west in less than 100 miles. Then we'll turn generally south; then it's all over water. As you heard from Candy, we'll track IFR to St. Catherine, then transition to VFR for the short hop over to our destination, maybe another fifteen or twenty minutes. If the weather turns on us-- which it's not supposed to do--I can get out of there zero-zero. This airplane and I are both certified for zero-zero takeoff. Departure control out of St. Catherine will pick me up at 1,000 feet and we're good to go all the way back home. There aren't any navigational aids at the 'goose' so I sure as hell can't land there if the weather closes in." "How much flight time do you have?" She inquired. "He grinned. "Lots and lots, I'll give you my aviation history after we get airborne." Jim signaled his intent to start the number one engine to the ground handler, and in seconds, both engines were humming. Ground cleared them to taxi. There was no one in front of them, so the tower cleared them on the active runway, 'clear as filed.' Jim turned the little jet onto the runway without pausing. Jim expertly pushed the throttles to takeoff power as they smoothly rotated to the runway heading and the two JTI 5D-4 turbofan engines with 2500 pounds of thrust each, began to do their thing. The twin engine jet accelerated smoothly. It was glad to know that it would soon, "slip the surly bonds of earth." Jim called out V1, V2 and then rotation. The trim little jet leapt into the air. Without looking he hit the gear levers and the flaps and she felt the three wheels contract into the fuselage with a dull thud. Without a glance he changed frequency to departure control. He trimmed the aircraft for a 2,000 foot per minute climb, adjusting the throttles accordingly. This guy's a real fucking pilot, Joanne thought to herself, really smooth; he doesn't grip the controls, he's barely touching them. I wonder if that's the same gentle touch he has with a woman--not yet, plenty of time to find out, she hoped, as the weekend progressed. "Departure control, Cessna Citation November 55555 is off Ocean View, heading 265 passing through 5,000, climbing to 150 thousand, IFR to St. Catherine, destination Goose Neck, squawking 2,200, over." Jim calmly informed the air traffic control center. "November 55555, I believe I have you. I have you 5 miles West of Ocean View, squawk 2998 and ident." A very brief pause followed. "Radar contact confirmed. You're cleared as filed. Maintain current heading. Climb to 150 thousand, expect a further climb to 250 thousand and a left turn to 185. Contact center on 124.85 prior to passing 150 thousand. You have no traffic in your vicinity. Have a great flight; departure control out." Again without looking, Jim tuned the radio to the new frequency, and contacted Miami Center with the same professional style that he had shown in everything else he had done since they entered the aircraft. It was a clear day with no delays and they were cleared to their cruising altitude and the heading which would take them to St. Catherine. She was impressed. Everything this man did impressed her. "You want to fly?" He asked. "It's not going to be very exciting, since we have to stay pretty close to our assigned heading and altitude, but at least you'll get the feel of it. It's frankly a far easier airplane to fly than a Turbo Baron." She placed her hands and feet on the controls, and when he was confident that she was in control he spoke. "You have the aircraft." "I have the aircraft." Joanne responded. Yep, this guy had been a military pilot. He let her make some minor turns and adjust altitude and heading within their flight parameters. It was a smooth airplane to fly. She hoped she'd get a chance to really fly it. "Let's let the computer do the boring work." Jim said, placing his hands and feet back on the controls. "I have the aircraft." "You have the aircraft." Joanne responded, releasing the controls and moving her feet away from the rudder pedals. Jim engaged the auto pilot, made one more position report to Miami, then slid his seat back and turned toward her with a grin. "What do you think?" "It's right up there with sex, as I remember it." She quipped. "It's a great airplane for getting somewhere relatively quickly, but not really that much fun to fly, although it has its moments. I have a restored P-51 that is my favorite, fun ride. It was a trainer model and holds a second passenger or pilot--barely." Jim told her. Christ, she thought, the guy not only has at least two airplanes, he has a classic WWII fighter. The guy just gets more interesting with every passing day. Jim continued. "Okay, my flight history. My brother was a Navy fighter jock. He took me up in a little fabric wing J3 Piper Cub when he was in college and I was about twelve. It rented for five bucks an hour through his flying club. Top speed a little over 70 knots and it would virtually hover in a decent head wind. I was hooked." Jim continued. "I made a little money in high school selling short stories under an assumed name and my folks let me use a lot of it to buy flight time. I soloed at 16 and got my instrument ticket and private pilot's license before my 18th birthday. I ended up buying an old Mooney for a few thousand bucks and restoring it, with my dad. My ID was a little off, oh, about a year, so I was just a hair shy of each age requirement but not that much. I corrected it years later and no one said a word." Joanne's Metamorphosis He went on. "In college I flew every chance I got; I got dual engine rated and had my instructor rating by the time I was 21. I traded up to a Baron. I joined an Army reserve unit in college to get more flight time. The Army would let me fly without having graduated; the other services wouldn't. One summer they ran me through an abbreviated flight school down at Fort Rucker Alabama--they don't do that any more--and I got my wings. I had as much flight time as most of the young instructors and had also picked up a civilian instrument examiner's rating. The following summer I went back to Rucker and got helicopter qualified since the Army was phasing out most of its fixed wing aircraft." Jim continued the saga. "I had enough active reserve time and active duty time in training to get GI Bill benefits. I was giving most of the check rides in my Army Reserve unit and the CO took care of me so that I could get the benefits. My senior year in college I got checked out in jets, using the GI Bill, ultimately qualifying in the 737, and receiving my Airline Transport Rating. I volunteered for active duty on graduation and then volunteered for Vietnam. I spent a year over there with a Special Forces unit that had both choppers and fixed wing. I picked up over 1,400 hours." There was more. "After the Vietnam tour, I went looking for an inter-service transfer; I wanted to fly jets. I was a Captain by this time--it didn't take long, thanks to the war-- and neither the Air Force nor the Navy would take me and guarantee jets; I had, too much rank, in their opinion. I went searching for favors. I had bailed out a Marine unit that was being overrun in Northern I Corps. The Major General in charge up there, by then a three star, had a lot of juice, loved me to death and got me into the Marine Corps. I had to go through their Basic Training, but not their TBS--Officer Basic School. Soon after I reported to Navy Flight School in Pensacola." He continued. "The Navy had the wisdom to realize that primary flight training was a waste of my time and their money and zipped me through on a, special program in short order. Pretty much the same thing occurred with their advanced training. The flight evaluator looked at my log book and saw that I had more time than he had. On spotting the multi-engine jet rating up through the 737, he gave me a couple days of check rides and check outs and I was done." Jim continued. "I was sent to fighter training shortly thereafter. I graduated at the top of my class, then to F4 transition, also top in my class. I went on to what became the Navy's Top Gun School at Miramar, also top of my class--a waste of time since most of my next tour in 'Nam was attack missions. Next stop Vietnam again for a thirteen month USMC tour. I was carrier qualified, but flew most of my missions out of the Danang Main air facility--not a lot of fighter work, mostly bomber or attack missions--today they're called strike missions." Jim continued. "I came back to the states; the military was downsizing with the impending end to the Vietnam war and I didn't really want to ride a desk. I put in for an early out to go to grad school, and they granted my request. Hell, I had two tours in 'Nam, a few medals along the way and had exceeded my six year national defense obligation. It was an easy decision for the Corps." More still. "I got my MBA at the University of Virginia, paying the bills flying for a small regional airline--twin Otters, small South American jets and a couple of 737s. When I got done with my MBA, the airlines just weren't hiring. There were thousands of pilots coming out of the services and many of the Air Force guys had lots of four engine time and got first crack. The pay and promotion ladder sucked--even if you could get in the door. I didn't want to be a commuter pilot for the rest of my life, so when that happy little recruiter came to campus from your favorite company and mine, I interviewed. I got hired and found the work rewarding and satisfying. Many of my friends who took airline jobs ended up out of work a few years later when Eastern dived. None of them to this day makes the money I do." He wrapped up the story. "I fly for fun and occasionally do some charter work in the Citation, or outright rent it out to an old buddy of mine who has an air service. I got married after my first Vietnam tour. It was a mistake for both of us. We were divorced as soon as I got back from the second tour--no kids, no animosity and we're still friends. You already know I do a little bit of writing--music and fiction. I also patented a couple of products that our company sells. I don't waste money, I save money, and frankly, I could quit tomorrow, but I still get a kick out of it. I get a lot more accomplished for, our company in less time than most people. The hours certainly aren't killing me and I have time to do the things I enjoy." Jim was winding up the saga. "I grew up on a little farm in the Midwest and my parents are great folks who always loved me to death. I don't do drugs, I do enjoy a good cigar now and again, drink in moderation, mostly red wine, am an ardent heterosexual and have no known diseases or physical defects. In answer to your earlier question, I just passed the 10,000 hour mark--flight time, that is. Any other questions?" Over the weeks they had known each other, Joanne had told Jim her life story in detail, but this was the first complete, Jim Bio she had received. She was glad. She doubted that many people in the company knew as much about him as she did; she hoped it meant good things for them in the future. He had 10,000 hours of flight time; there were airline pilots that didn't have that kind of experience. They closed out the IFR portion of their flight plan with ATC at St. Catherine and turned on the final leg of their flight which would take about twenty minutes. As the little Cay came into sight, she was awestruck by its beauty and surprised to see that it appeared to have small peaks almost surrounding the interior of the island. They descended to make a down wind pass over the runway and ensure it was clear. Jim made a call in the blind on Unicom; there was no tower, and she doubted that the radio was even monitored, but it would alert any other aircraft in the vicinity of the intentions of November 55555. "Have you got any loose objects over there that aren't tied down?" Jim inquired. "Everything is secure." She replied, having decided to go with a fanny pack rather than a purse. "Lock your shoulder harness; the locals love a little air show." Jim told her, locking his own harness as he did. "You don't get air sick, do you?" Jim inquired with a grin. Not on your life!" She replied, also grinning. They rapidly descended to about five hundred feet and hurtled down the small air strip just to the right of the runway. Just before the midpoint of the runway, Jim executed a perfect four point roll, timed so that he was straight and level again as they passed the end of the runway. He pushed the throttles to full rated power and brought the nose of the nimble little jet into a near vertical climb. The jet had a solid thrust to weight ration--and they were light--so they held airspeed all the way to the top of the climb. Joanne wasn't really following the instruments, but at around 5,000 feet, Jim executed a perfect chandelle, turning over the top and lining the nose up with the runway. It was a classic strike or attacks pilot's return to target maneuver--only their target was that tiny little air strip somewhere down below. He chopped the power; it grew strangely quiet without the whine of the turbines. He pointed the nose of the aircraft toward the ground and they began a rapid power off diving descent. He rolled out of the dive around 1,000 feet, well less than a mile from the end of the runway with a steep angle of attack. Jim brought the turbo fans back on line and advancing the throttles to take off power. He deftly deployed the single-slotted trailing edge flaps and partially deployed the speed brakes or spoilers, located on the upper wing surface just ahead of the flaps. The rapid deceleration threw her forward against the seat harness. She felt the gear extend, but never saw his touch the gear levers. God, she thought, that is one short fucking runway. There was a quartering head wind; while they were, tracking directly to the center line, the nose was not remotely pointed at the runway. She alternately watched the ground rushing up and the air speed indicator winding down. Stall speed, what was it? It looked as if 94 miles per hour had a little red tic mark by it on the air speed indicator. As they slipped below 99 miles per hour, the stall warning began to whimper. Jim ignored it. At 95 miles per hour, it started to become annoying; he silenced it with a flick of his right hand, pulling the breaker. He simultaneously used the rudder to line up the nose of the jet with the centerline of the runway and leveled the aircraft with the ailerons. The fact that the aircraft wanted to stall was a moot point; as the Citation II decided it no longer wanted to stay in the air and fly--as it fell below stall speed--the main gear gently touched the tarmac--exactly at the landing threshold. The nose gear followed a split second later. The spoilers were now fully deployed as Jim gently applied the brakes to bring the jet, which did not have thrust reversers, to a halt. They stopped just before reaching the sole taxiway. They taxied over to a small hanger and tie down area. What a fucking rush, Joanne thought. This man hasn't even touched me and I damned near came in my pants. That was hot. A dark skinned man was standing by with chocks and tie down ropes. Two other people, a man and a woman, in printed shirts, Khaki shorts and bare feet walked toward them with a drink in each hand. As Jim cut the engines and the power switches, the door opened and a well tanned and rather handsome man---probably a few years older than Jim-- put a drink in her hand, gave both of them a kiss. With mock formality he announced, "welcome to the Goose". At almost the same instant a tall lean and equally tanned--and very attractive--woman gave Jim a big kiss and handed him a glass filled with a similar island confection. "Nice show, buddy, damned fine show! It's been too damned long, how the hell are you?" The man said as Jim struggled from his seat and was immediately bear hugged by the exuberant man. "I'll be a lot better if you'll get the fuck out of my way and let me get out of this infernal flying machine." Jim responded, with mock irritation. As they exited to the tarmac, Jim began the introductions. "Joanne, this is one of the deep dark secrets in my past. I'm not proud of it. This obviously inebriated and slightly over weight old fart is my older brother—one of two; this one's name is Frank. This lovely and exotic woman, who is far too good for him, is my beautiful and sexy sister, Maurine. Folks, my very dear friend, Joanne." Jim said. Greetings and hug abounded as they worked there way toward an open Jeep, or Land Rover, or whatever. The dark skinned man who had tied down the Cessna was already ahead of them, putting the suit cases in the vehicle. I didn't even know he had a brother, and he said there were two. Is he here too? Were there sisters? As they drove up the hill toward where there appeared to be buildings, Jim educated her on the Island. "Joanne, my other brother, Herb, discovered this little Island almost twenty years ago when he was doing prospecting for an elite tour company. He fell in love with it and kept its existence away from his employers. Herb won't be joining us. He's in one of his recluse phases somewhere up in the back woods of Arkansas--God knows why." Jim told her. He continued. "We did some research and discovered that the Island really didn't belong to anyone, although it was claimed by the French government as French territory. It took a couple of years, but we finally managed to buy it, or more accurately, lease it for a lump sum payment--every inch of it, for almost nothing. Technically it's still French territory; the French Government got the money and we got a 200 year lease with the understanding that at the end of two hundred years, if they want it back, they have to pay market value for any improvements." There was more. "A few years back, we built a small bed and breakfast here. It's very exclusive. It's also outrageously expensive. We don't run it day to day. We hired a couple to do that, a retired NCO and his wife. We approve the guest list--and we're very picky. The airfield is listed on the charts as restricted, i.e., land at your own peril and be prepared to be shot on sight. We allow friends to pay to stay there at a substantial discount. We permit the occasional, celebrity, politician or tycoon, after we meet them and decide that we wouldn't mind having them around. Our CEO and his wife are on the list. They are a delightful and outrageously funny couple. We also invited his daughter and son to stay during their honeymoon--actually it was a wedding present from me." He is just slightly better connected than I am within the company, Joanne mused. There was still more story. "There are several small, well appointed, cottages and one main house where we meet for some meals, happy hour or whatever. You and I will be in the cottage you see to the far right of the main building. There are a couple of famous people up at the bed and breakfast this weekend, I don't remember who they are. The recently retired Commandant of the Marine Corps is here with his lovely bride of thirty five years. He's a special, personal friend--the man who got me into the USMC-- and he gets one of the cottages. Don't let them fool you. They're not young but they are a blast. Our parents had other obligations, so they won't be here this weekend. The other four couples that are here are all very dear friends. They are people I would take a bullet for. The feeling is mutual. They're from all walks of life; some are affluent, some less so, but all special people dear to my heart. My inner circle, if you like." He was letting her into his inner circle. She felt very special at that moment. She was also in awe of what she had just been told about this magical place and the people who visited it. If I don't get laid this weekend, it will still be an event to tell my grand children about--if she ever had any children, let alone grand children. They were deposited in front of their cottage; the Jeep sped off and the two of them went in to get settled. The, cottage was exceptionally well appointed. A balcony provided an astounding view of the ocean almost 100 feet below. There was a fully stocked bar and a small, but very well appointed, kitchen. There was stuff in the fridge and more stuff on the shelves. A king sized bed graced the one bedroom; the bedroom included walk in closets and a sitting area. The huge master bath included a whirlpool tub and large walk in shower. The sunken living room contained a sunken hot tub. It appeared to be already heated. What a fuck palace she thought to herself. I sure hope that's what he has in mind. She began to hang her meager clothing complement in one of the closets and attended to some hygiene issues in the bathroom. As Joanne returned to the, main room, Jim came up behind her and encircled her waist with his arms. Now she really was in heaven. He kissed her neck, and began to speak, softly. "Joanne, I think we've put this off long enough--too long, actually. That was my decision probably more than yours." Joanne interrupted him, turning around and kissing him fervently and longingly.. "I want to make love with you like I've never wanted to love a man before. I sure hope that's what you had in mind. It's time for bed." They joined hands and led each other to the master bedroom. They were naked and under the covers in seconds. They fondled and touched and stroked, discovering each other's bodies for the first time. She worked her way down his body. She lovingly and softly blew him until he came in her mouth. They continued to make out and cuddle for almost an hour They drifted off to sleep once or twice. Finally he rolled her over on her back, spread her legs and just fucked her, gently and lovingly. He softly tongued her breasts and kissing her face. They both came. It was a relaxed, lazy cum. They peed. They spooned and they dozed. Then he took her ass as lovingly as any man ever had, cumming deep in her rectum after a leisurely and gentle-- but perfect--ass fuck. They fell asleep in each others arms. It was barely past noon. Oh yes, she thought, this was going to be a weekend to remember. He was so damned sexy. He was an absolutely astounding fuck. After over two hours of mutual exploration and first rate fucking, he suggested that it might be time to grab some lunch. She wasn't sure she ever wanted to leave this bed. As long as he was with her, she could be happy. They quickly dressed and walked over to join the others in the main building. She knew it would be difficult to hide the "I just got laid, several times" look on her face. She also knew that she was falling in love with this amazing man and was positive that it showed on her face when she looked at him. As they arrived at the main building, it became instantly obvious that most of the other, guests had been doing the same thing. All of the women had the delightful, "I just got fucked" smile--so did the men--even the Marine Commandant. They sat around and drank and ate for some time. These people were all characters They accepted her as if she had been part of this clan forever. These people all trusted each other implicitly. Jim had been right; the retired Commandant of the Marine Corps and his wife were fascinating and came off as much younger than first appearances might have indicated. He shared some funny anecdotes with her about Jim's service in Vietnam. She quickly realized that this man loved Jim, her Jim, like he loved his own son. All of these people were quite obviously successful; some were equally as obviously, very well off. There was no caste system with this group; they were all equals who had a strong affection for one another. The crowd broke up around mid to late afternoon. Some folks were going to go out on a boat. Others were thinking of fishing or just walking down to the beach. A least one couple was obviously going back to their cottage to fuck some more. That would have been just fine with Joanne, but she settled for a walk to the beach. As they headed up the beach, bare feet dragging the surf, Joanne spoke. "Is this beach clothing optional, or would that be inappropriate?" She playfully inquired. Jim replied. "Once we pass this point up ahead we enter a very discreet cove. There are no other people living on this island. You can't see the cove from the main complex, in case you're modest. We're also the only people who chose the, beach walk activity and the boat that went out never comes around here--it's an unwritten rule." Jim continued. "If you want to get a little sun on that pasty white, but extremely gorgeous, little ass of yours, go for it. I'll certainly join you." And with that, they both stripped, leaving their clothing in a box that seemed to have been secured to some rocks for this very purpose. As they strolled along the water's edge, Jim placed his hand on her rear and began to stroke the cleft of her firm and, if she did say herself, quite attractive, young butt. Joanne knew she wanted his cock in her mouth, or in any other part of her he wanted to put it. She sincerely hoped he would choose her mouth. She needed to feel his hard organ filling her oral opening, needed to taste his hot cum splashing against her throat. Fuck it, I'm going down on him, right here and now. If he'd rather have my ass or cunt, it's his choice--just so that fine cock is inside my body. And with that, she fell to her knees and engulfed his rapidly stiffening manhood in her willing mouth. Joanne's Metamorphosis Joanne damned well knew that she was an award winning cock sucker. She loved to suck a man off and craved the taste and feeling of his thick, salty, sticky fluid in her mouth. She loved to swallow. She loved the feeling of a man's essence rolling down her throat into her tummy. He had staying power, God did he have staying power, but he was also considerate. He knew that no woman can comfortably suck a man's dick for too long. Her mouth tires and gets dry. It was, just like the first time she had blown him back in the cottage. It was as if he sensed where she was in the process and came at the exact right time. He shot a bigger load than she expected, considering their earlier activities, but she never let good cum go to waste and took it all. He gently and slowly pushed the entire length to the back of her throat as his pubic hair tickled her lips. She reveled in being able to take this man's cock all the way to the root. He could face fuck her any time he wanted to. She loved the feel of a man's hard cock stroking her tonsils; it was, she felt, the ultimate expression of sublime physical coupling. She rose, and they kissed; he finger her cunt. He picked her up and deposited her on the sand. He devoured her pussy with his ardent--and quite experienced--mouth. She came without having to overwork her lover's oral stamina. He lifted her up and carried her into the surf to wash the sand off her body, gently probing her anal cleft and pussy in a thorough effort to remove the pesky little grains. He placed her back on her feet, and they kissed some more. He's still hard. Does he want my cunt or my other hole? He can have anything he wants, but first I have to pee, Joanne thought to herself. She stepped back and let go an amber stream; he moved close to her, rubbing her pussy as she peed while caressing her tits with his mouth. He stepped back to pee, and she took his cock in her hands, enjoying the hot stream as it passed through her fingers. He grabbed her, and spun her around, grinding his hot hard cock against the crack of her ass. As she felt the head of his now fully erect tool probe her tight brown crinkle, she guessed he had decided to sodomize her again. No problem with that, she thought, I love it in the ass. To her surprise he lowered his aimed and plunged his wonderful cock deep in her pussy. This is okay too, she thought. It was a wild, forceful, animalistic, cunt fuck from the rear. She also loved it like this, the old fashioned way before missionaries screwed up good fucking. He took her hard. He was like a rutting animal, banging into her with a fury. She came several times as his assault on her vitals continued. She felt him harden as he approached his own orgasm, and as she prepared to receive his precious fluid so close to her womb, he removed that wonderful tool from her snatch. He also removed the finger that had been fucking her dark hole. Maybe he will spin me around and shoot on my face. I like that too, it's nasty and submissive. When it comes to this man I am submissive. I want to be his submissive little fuck toy, she thought to herself. To her surprise and extreme satisfaction he jammed his slippery cock up her ass to the hilt and unloaded another fine complement of his wonderful cum deep in her bowels. Oh yes, Joanne thought. That was hot. Fuck my pussy, make me cum then dump a hot load up my rump. I could get used to that. They worked their way back to the steps leading up to the main complex having almost forgotten to retrieve their clothing. They grabbed some fresh fruit and longed on the deck overlooking the ocean. They ambled back to their cottage to shower and clean up for dinner. They were both too spent to fuck but not to spent too lovingly caress each other as they showered together. Dinner was fantastic, consisting of fresh caught seafood, veggies grown on the island and fruit brought over from St. Catherine. Someone turned on a stereo and everyone danced. Shit, he's a great dancer, too. Why am I remotely surprised about anything this man can do? The crowd thinned, as couples sauntered back to bed. She rubbed his cock through his shorts as they walked, pleased to that it would soon be ready for action. They just dropped their clothing, pulled back the sheets, and cuddled together, almost dozing off in their mutual bliss. They awoke several times during the night. They pleasured each other with their mouths, exploring each other's special places. He went down on her and brought her to a whimpering, gasping orgasm. She softly sucked his cock into her mouth taking his load, then sharing his fluid with a gentle kiss, as they had done before. As dawn approached, he followed her into the bathroom, kissing and loving her as she peed, finally taking her hard from behind as she worked that tight little ass and he watched her face in the mirror by the glow of the night light. As dawn approached, he made love to her. It was tender and loving. As the sun rose over the water in the Eastern sky, he said those magic words. "I love you, Joanne. Don't answer, just yet. This is just the beginning. It would please me to think that you love me too, or could learn to. I think we make a pretty neat couple--in or out of bed." He softly told her as he softly caressed her upper thigh and lightly grazed her labia. In spite of his admonition, she answered. "You've got to be kidding! I've been in love with you since that night you kicked my arrogant little butt out of your house--and kissed me three times like no man ever has or ever could. Love you? I fucking adore you! I've wanted you so bad for so long that it hurts. Let me be clear. I love you, I love you, I love you! Have I made myself perfectly clear?" and with that she mashed her soft lips against his, tenderly and lovingly probing his mouth. It was intended as a sign of sincere affection, but she felt the stirrings, felt his cock begin to harden and hoped he would fuck her again--in the ass this time. They had missed that one during the night. As if he could read minds, he rolled her over on her side and began to probe her rectum with the head of his stiffening cock. "Does that thing ever go down?" She quipped. "Not in the presence of a beautiful, naked and desirable woman with whom I'm madly in love. But if you'd rather not we can go have breakfast." He playfully replied. "Shut up and fuck me in the ass, Jim Gibson. I love you to death, but right now I just want to get boned up the butt and boned hard." She responded with mock irritation. With that, Jim thrust his cock quickly into her tight little anal canal. He rolled over on top of her and pressed her down into the mattress as he pinned her arms over her head. That's it, Jim Gibson, Joanne thought. Take me. Make me your woman, now and forever. Use your strength to hold me down so that I'm helpless to resist--not that I would. Drive that magnificent cock deep inside my most tender hole. Own me--sodomize me you magnificent fucker--now and every day for the rest of my life. And he did, as if he could read her mind, cumming deep in her brown hole with a fury and a scream that said everything she needed to hear. They had a delightful breakfast followed by another incredible day of exploration--both of each other and this fantasy island. They talked. They cuddled as lovers should. They fucked every time he was hard, which was a hell of a lot more fucking then she could ever have imagined. That night, before dinner, as she was sitting in a love seat watching the ocean consume the sun. She marveled at how wonderful, how breath taking, the weekend had been. Sadly it was almost over. Most of them would leave tomorrow. Some of the guests were staying, some would fly back with them and be dropped off in St. Catherine At least one couple would be returning to the mainland in the Cessna to be dropped off at their homes. She couldn't imagine that anything could happen to make this weekend more amazing. She was, of course, wrong. Jim returned to her side with a couple of fresh drinks. He began to speak. "Joanne, I think we're both too old for games and I don't want to put you in an awkward spot, but I need to know something. If I asked you to marry me, and I know it's sudden, how would that go down?" Joanne responded. "Right now-- here--are you serious?" She paused, a twinkle in her eyes, kissed him softly on the lips, and continued. "Why don't you take your best shot and we'll see how it goes?" He knelt before her and began to propose. "Joanne, there is no other woman--could be no other woman-- that I so desperately want to spend the rest of my life with. I want to hold you forever and die in your arms. I love you today, I'll love you tomorrow and I'll love you forever. I need you by my side. Marry me, please marry me, I know I will make you happy and you will make me the happiest man on earth." And with that he withdrew a flawless three carat blue diamond from his pocket and placed it on the third finger of her left hand. It fits, it fits perfectly, how the hell did he do that? It doesn't matter, Joanne thought I'm finally Cinderella and my Prince Charming has just put a slipper on my hand, a pretty damned impressive slipper, it would seem. She went down on her knees and put her arms around him, kissing him passionately. Joanne whispered in his ear. "It took you long enough, but it sure was worth the wait. I love you so much it hurts when I can't see you--can't touch you. The answer is a resounding, yes, yes, yes! I've never wanted to be anyone as much as I want to be Mrs. Jim Gibson—your wife." "Shall we tell the others? Do you want me to, or do you want me to?" Jim asked. "I need to thank these wonderful people, your closest and dearest friends and family, for making me feel like one of them. Let me give it a shot. If I falter, I'm sure you'll come to my rescue." Jim and Joanne got the attention of the room. She thanked them all, moving to each in turn for a hug. They all had shit eating grins on their faces, they knew; she was just going to make it official--which she did. After numerous celebratory toasts and another excellent dinner, everyone drifted back to their cottages to pack and, well, you know. There last night on the island was as special as the others had been. Interestingly, now that they had gotten passed the proposal, it was even more intensely erotic. She had never really enjoyed ATM, at least not as the aggressor, though she was delighted to have her own stinky hole orally assaulted. As soon as they were in bed, she licked the crack of his butt, rimmed his ass hole, tongue fucked his brown hole and gently stroked his fine cock with her small hands. She took him deep in her mouth when she knew he was going to cum. They slept, naked on top of the covers, falling asleep with their bodies wrapped around each other. He laid his head on her pussy, inhaling the fresh fucked aroma of her young body. She nuzzled his groin, softly kissing his balls and running her hands over his soft ass. They dozed. They got up and had something to eat. They drank some more wine and fed each other fresh melon. They got crazy in the kitchen and rubbed olive oil all over each other, finger fucking each other's asses. He stroked her breasts and he sucked gently on her firm nipples. She turned around and rubbed his cock all over her ass, finally placing the head at the entrance to her rectum. She pushed her rump back and impaling the head of his cock. He took her fine, tight, young, anal canal, once again. He came deep in her ass and she knelt down and cleaned his cock lovingly with her mouth. They got in the hot tub and just made out. They moved to the bedroom and dozed again, the night now more than half spent. They awoke a couple of hours later and just fucked again, slow, loving, special and astounding fucking. A little more food, still naked, they sat on the sofa and talked. The next day the weekend came near its end as the sleek little jet taxied to the end of the runway. As Jim paused on the threshold, lining the nose with the centerline, he turned to speak. "Do you want to make the takeoff? You've done it many times before; the only difference is, the rotation is mandatory, not optional, as it is in a prop job. Actually with the unswept wings and wing loading, it's not that major. I'll handle the gear, flaps and throttles. When I say, rotate, just bring the nose up 15 degrees and she'll do the rest. You have the aircraft." "I have the aircraft." Joanne replied, with just a bit of trepidation. Jim continued. "I'm going to hold the brakes, but you have the rudder, so don't think I'm flying it with you. You'll feel my feet leave the pedals as soon as we start our roll." With that, Jim brought the turbo fans to take off power and released the brakes. It was, her aircraft, and they were rolling--or more accurately, hurtling down the short air strip. The Cessna accelerated faster than any airplane she had ever flown, and the end of the runway was approaching quicker than she had hoped it would. "V1." Jim said, the last point at which one could abort a takeoff safely. "V2." He said, the point at which the airplane was ready to fly. "Rotate." He commanded and she smoothly pulled the nose up in a fifteen degree climb. As promised, the sleek little jet leapt into the air, ready to do what it was built to do again after its long weekend off. She felt the familiar thud of the gear retracting; Jim retracted the flaps, adjusted the throttles to climb power and trimmed the aircraft, though she barely felt his hand on the yoke. The guy's got great fucking hands and a gentle touch, she thought to herself. Jim spoke. "Start a standard rate turn to the right to 045 and continue the climb to 150 thousand. I'll contact center." Joanne complied, pleased that she was handling the airplane smoothly. It was a smooth plane to fly, she thought, it doesn't fight back, it wants to please you. Just like she so wanted to please the man in the other seat, with her body and with her heart. Jim confirmed their clearance; she made another turn, almost due North. They climbed up to their cruising altitude, around 25,000 feet. They began the IFR portion of the return home. Jim warned her as he engaged the auto pilot; she felt it take over and cautiously release the controls. She'd just flown a fucking jet, taken off from the ground--what a rush! A couple of hours later they dropped off the other couple in Naples, Florida. Jim let her follow along with him on the controls for the landing. He let her make the next take off again, letting her retract the gear and flaps, but keeping control of the throttles. Wow, she thought, he's great in the sack, he's going to marry me and I get free flying lessons. How much luckier can a girl get? Jim let her make the approach and landing when they returned to Tampa. She noted that he stayed, close to the controls, but was pleased that he didn't have to rescue her. She bounced a little, but no worse than half the airline pilots do on every landing. She was pretty proud of herself--more so when Jim proclaimed, "outstanding" as they rolled out. While the glorious weekend had ended, their life together was only just beginning. Back at their tie down point at the little air park in Tampa, she unbuckled her seat straps and whispered in his ear. "God, I love you Jim. I love you like no man I've ever known. You're strong. You're good. No man has ever made me feel the way you do. No man has ever made me cum the way you do. Thank you for loving me. I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you. I will cherish this weekend and always love you and want your body next to mine." He playfully slapped her butt, wishing he could fuck her right now, but there would plenty of time-- a lifetime. They did fuck again as soon as the got back to his house in Florida, as if the few short hours had been unbearable and they had to be connected to each other. They fucked ever day, always more than once. Sixteen years later as their two children, a boy 14 and a girl 16, slept in their own beds, they fucked again. They had gotten married six months later, in Texas, with all of her family lovingly looking on, glad to have that smiling, laughing, little girl back that they had missed for so many years. All of Jim's special friends and all of his family attended--even his strange brother Herb. The transition in her style and demeanor at the office blew everyone away. The office girls giggled and gossiped, marveling at how pretty she had become, how often she smiled and how kind she became in her dealings with them. It's pretty hard for a woman to hide that freshly and frequently fucked aura and even harder to hide the fact the she is in love. While they might have all been a little jealous, they shared in her happiness. And they shared in Jim's. He'd always been extremely kind to them and they noticed the change in him. They knew that he too, was deeply in love, a love that he had been missing for too long. Joanne discovered that she could be tough without being a bitch and learned to use a cunning combination of brains, firmness and her new found beauty and sexiness to keep the men in line. Within a year, they both left the company; Joanne was pregnant with their first child and didn't want to raise a daycare kid. Jim started to write more frequently. Writing was still a part time labor of love for him. Fucking his lovely bride as often as possible became his new day and night job. As time passed, Jim reflected. He realized that two decades later, he still couldn't keep his hands off her. He loved her more than the day he proposed. The feeling was mutual, as Joanne reflected on what a fine man he was--and what a great fucking cock he had. She had become very adept at making frequent and creative use of it.