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Second Time

By: Chevytrckr



The following is based on my true story...

We bought our first computer about 7 years ago, and signed up with AOL soon after. Before then, I had always been interested in reading erotic stories, regardless of the subject. Stories about 2 guys, or orgies of men and women always seemed to interest me the most, but I never thought I'd have the opportunity to try any of it for real.

Not long after joining AOL, I started "lurking" in the M4M chatrooms. Soon, I was joining in, and eventually found one made up of guys from my area. After chatting with one in particular for awhile, we made arrangements to meet. Since we both worked midnight to eight, breakfast seemed like the perfect time.

We met on a Friday morning, and were soon on our way to a secluded park in the country to get to know each other better. As I drove, he pulled out his cock and began to describe what he'd like to do. This was moving a little fast for me, but I wasn't going to object. In a few minutes, I found a quiet side road to pull off on, and we began to kiss each other. He gently pressed my face to his crotch, and I found myself putting my a cock in my mouth for the first time. After a few minutes, we swapped positions and he began to return the blow job.

Neither of us was comfortable doing this in the open as we were, so we decided to call it quits for then and meet again in a more private setting. This sounded like a great idea, until I got home and checked my email. In the hour it had taken me to get home after dropping him off at his car he had flooded my mailbox with notes and pictures. Many of the pictures included younger guys that could have easily been considered Kiddie porn. About the same time he began to harass me with instant messages asking when I was going to leave my wife for him. This was definitely not what I had in mind when I started this adventure, and promptly told him to take a hike.

Jump ahead a couple of years. My first experience with another guy had kind of left a bad taste in my mouth. But I was still eager to try more if I could find the right person. My business had transferred me from the west coast (where I had met the first guy) to Virginia. The problem was my wife had not started working after the move, and it was hard for me to get out without her. About six months after getting here, I was told I was going to have to go to Las Vegas for a couple of weeks for a conference. Believe me, it just broke my heart! I realized this was my opportunity to try again. I immediately started searching the internet personals, and responded to a couple of ads. A few people replied, but none seemed as promising as they originally had in the ad. Then I got an email from Tom. He and his lover, Mark, liked to occasionally meet up with a third. They wanted to know if I was interested. I explained my inexperience, but they said that was fine. Tom sent their phone number, and we made arrangements to meet for dinner when I got to Vegas.

My first night in town was taken up with business matters as part of the conference, but my second night was free. I called Tom, and he said he would pick me up at a near-by bar. I asked if I could treat he and Mark to dinner or drinks, but he said not to worry. They would prepare a home cooked meal and had everything we'd need.

Right on schedule that evening, Tom pulled up in his Jeep and I climbed in along side him. We talked as if we were old friends as he drove to his condo. I was nervous, but he but me at ease when he said there were no expectations. We could stop whenever I said. He and Mark wanted this to be an enjoyable experience for all of us, so we all had to be comfortable with it.

We got to their place on the northern outskirts of Vegas and went inside. I guess I should describe the three of us. I was 33 at the time, about 5'11 and 200 pounds (yes, I'm a little overweight). I've got short brown hair and a moustache. I'm not a male model, but not exactly a troll, either. Tom was in his mid-forties, with short graying hair and a short beard. Mark was about my age, maybe a year or two younger, and built much like me. He had dark brown hair, and a beard, too. He was just finishing up dinner as Tom and I arrived, so we sat down to eat almost immediately. Dinner was enjoyable. Again, we all seemed at ease with each other, and dinner passed quickly. Afterwards, we went to the living room.

Mark and I sat on the couch while Tom went upstairs to get a video to "set the mood." As he went up, Mark and I began kissing and fondling each other. Tom came back down and put the video in. He sat next to me on the couch so I was sandwiched between he and Mark, and pulled me over to him, saying it was his turn. The three of us continued like this for a few minutes, nobody paying much attention to the movie. After about five minutes, I suggested we forget the movie and go upstairs. I didn't need to say it twice!

In their bedroom, we began to slowly undress each other as we kissed and fondled. I soon found myself on my knees in front of them as they kissed, with two hard cocks staring me in the face. It was a dream come true! Tom's cock was about 6-7 inches long, but very thin. Mark's was only 4 inches or so long hard, but very thick. I alternated sucking them as they moaned into each other's mouth in a long kiss. Since neither was really huge, I was able to take them both all the way into my mouth. I loved the feeling of the silky skin sliding across my lips and wanted more.

Mark suggested we take a quick shower, and led the way to the bathroom. The glass walled shower was a little tight for all three of us, but that made it all the more interesting and fun. We began to lather each other up with soap, our hands roaming and exploring every bit of the other's bodies. Being the new guy, I think I got a little more attention than either of them, but I didn't mind. We soon shut off the water and stepped out to dry each other off and go back to the bed room.

On the bed, Mark and Tom gently laid me on my back and began to explore rub and massage my entire body. Mark was kneeling near my head, and I couldn't resist the sight of his hard cock inches from my mouth. I leaned over and once again sucked his entire length into my mouth. Tom worked his way down my legs with his hands, and was soon sucking my toes one at a time into his mouth. He began his way back up between my legs, spreading them as he went. I soon felt the most incredible sensation as he began to rim my ass with his tongue. He swirled it around the edges first, and was soon working into my hole. The feeling was unbelievable. He asked if I wanted to be fucked. I was a little nervous, but he said he would start off with his fingers and slowly get me used to it.

If I wanted to stop, I just had to say so, and we'd stop. I agreed, and a rolled over on to my hands and knees. Mark stayed near my face, rubbing my shoulders and occasionally kissing me, and telling me to relax. I felt Tom squeeze some lubricant onto my ass and begin to rub in small circles. He soon had one, and then two fingers inserted. It felt good but uncomfortable at the same time. I was pressing back to meet his fingers, and was about to ask him to take them out and put in his cock when I began to get scared. Mark sensed my nervousness and told Tom to stop. He was good to his word and stopped immediately. I felt bad that he hadn't been able to continue, but Tom said not to worry, I could fix it all by fucking him. Mark knelt down and began to lube Tom's ass, then turned and sucked my cock for a few seconds before he slipped a condom over it. Tom knelt on the edge of the bed, and I stood behind him. 

Mark pulled me closer and guided my 7 inch cock into Tom's ass. I slowly began to press forward, and felt Tom's body engulf me tightly. Mark stood behind me and reached around to pinch my nipples and gently squeeze my balls as I slowly began to fuck Tom. His ass was tight, so tight it felt as though the rubber was being pulled off me each time I withdrew. I could feel Marks hard cock sliding against my ass as I began to piston faster in and out of Tom. I reached around to stroke Tom's cock as I fucked him, and, after a few minutes, felt his whole body stiffen. A second later my hand was covered with his cum. He asked me to pull out and lay beside him. I laid down and he knelt over me and took my cock in his mouth. Mark knelt next to his head and began to beat off. I couldn't take it anymore and began to cum on Tom's face. A second later Mark did the same.

The three of us collapsed into a naked heap on the bed. After a few minutes, we began kissing and fondling again, but since it was getting late and we all had to work the following day, we decided we better call it quits for the night. After another quick shower, Tom gave me a lift back to my Hotel. We hoped to meet again that weekend, but things didn't work out, and I came home a few days later.

I haven't had any experiences with guys since then, but would like to try again. I'm separated now, soon to be divorced, so that's not much of a problem anymore. I've been hitting the internet personals, hoping to find someone in this area that's interested, but so far no luck. My company is scheduled to send someone out to Vegas for another conference this year. I wonder if I've still got that phone number...

Second Time



We washed the dinner dishes and then went into the living room to catch up with our homework. Shannon sat on the couch and I sat in our only easy chair. We opened our textbooks and started reading.

Shannon and I were seniors at college. We met four years ago when we both signed up for Advanced Sex Education as freshmen. The first day of class the two associate professors teaching the course—Tom and Carol Watkins—scared half of the students into changing to another course. With some intensity they described both the heavy reading load, a required term paper, and the somewhat graphic hands-on laboratory that was part of their class. The athletic jocks and the semi-curious heard the bad news and immediately decided that some other course might better enhance their educational endeavors.

Shannon stayed because she was shy with limited experience and thought it would be good for her. I stayed because the course seemed challenging and I liked the subject.

Shannon and I became lab partners, which means we became very close. 

I still remember with mixed feelings when Carol Watkins grinned at the class as she teased, "You guys always want the girls to give you a blow job and swallow, but how many of you ever tasted what you want them to swallow?"

"And," she continued, "you men also all seem to have this dream that you want to fuck your partner in the ass, but how many of you know what it feels like?

"Well guys, in lab and with your partner's help, we will try to correct both of those gaps in your education." 

Lab work brought us close together. Shannon and I quickly went from students to friends to lovers. In our junior year we decided to get an off-campus apartment and live together. We both knew, although the date wasn't set, that we would marry at the end of our senior year.

As I daydreamed about that freshman course four years ago I quit reading and looked at her. Shannon was beautiful—she was a slim five-foot six-inches tall, with big breasts, brown hair and eyes; and up to now an almost insatiable appetite for sex.

"Don't do that," she said.

"What?" I replied.

"You're looking at me," she continued.

"Why can't I look at you?" I challenged. "You're almost my wife."

"Because," she answered, "when you look at me that way I get horny and I really have to study for the quiz tomorrow."

"Be serious," I teased, "you can't get horny just because I look at you."

She grinned and said, "Fact one: If you come over here and slip your hand under my skirt you would feel my extremely wet and gooey panties. 

"Fact two: If you look at your crotch, you either got a crow bar stuck down there, or the bulge that looks so painful proves my point."

"So smart-ass, how do we resolve this conflict between study and sex," I countered.

She smiled impishly and closed her textbook. "Like we always do. I set the alarm clock to get us up two hours earlier tomorrow for study time, and now we go into the bedroom and proceed to fuck our brains out until one of us surrenders."

"A brilliant solution," I chuckled, "What would I be without you?"

Shannon laughed. "Horny" was her one word answer.

An hour later and with five orgasms between us she lay with her back to me as I lightly teased her breasts and we talked.

I asked, "Are we ever going to get over this sex thing, or are we doomed to a life of lust and orgasms?"

Shannon chuckled, "We better not get over this sex thing. We've been practicing for three and a half years and we're still learning how to pleasure each other. This is a lifetime study.

"And besides," she continued seriously, "great sex reminds us how much we love each other."

I squeezed her breast gently in agreement.

Shannon turned over and faced me. She was silent for a few seconds and then said, "I wasn't going to bring this up until the weekend, but maybe now is a good time.

"I went over and talked to Carol and Tom today and described my problem and they gave me some advice."

Suddenly worried I asked, "What's your problem honey?"

She answered, "It's not me. It's my kid sister Pam."

Pam was four years younger than Shannon and in her final year of high school; she would be starting at our college in the fall. She was a tall five-foot ten-inch girl who was thin with small breasts, brown hair and a very cute face. With her height and athletic ability she had made the varsity basketball team in high school for the last three years. 

I liked Pam and when I saw her she was always laughing and talking with me. Shannon told me that at school Pam wasn't the same way. She had inherited the family shyness trait, and while her height may have helped her in basketball, it had made her self-conscious socially.

Shannon continued, "My mom called me a few days ago. Pam had gone out on a date a few weeks before then. The next morning mom found her crying in her bedroom. She told mom that it wasn't the boy's fault. She teased him to have sex with her; she was determined not to be a virgin any longer. She wanted to be more like me.

"The boy was big and not experienced. He hurt her a lot by going too fast and it was messy and over in a few minutes. The only good thing was that Pam has been on the pill since I talked to her a year ago about being careful since sometimes men don't think things out.

"Pam was embarrassed, sore and depressed when she admitted this to mom.

"Mom thought she would get over it, but Pam has been quiet and depressed ever since. She is staying in her room a lot—sometimes mom hears her crying—and the other day Pam said she might work a year before going to college."

I asked, "When you explained this to Carol and Tom, what did they say?"

Shannon answered, "They said that Pam is in a very delicate situation. When a very shy person initiates sex for the first time and it turns out bad, they can be emotionally scarred for quite a while. If she follows the first bad time with another bad time, it could affect her the rest of her life.

"And they pointed out to me that freshmen boys are not normally known for their sexual empathy to the female that they are trying to get in bed."

"What's the answer then?" I asked.

Shannon smiled warily, "Well to make sure the second time is wonderful."

I protested, "We can't control that."

Shannon remained quiet.

I continued, "You and I are best friends and soul mates. But you know that even many of our friends don't have the right attitude about sex like we do. It's going to be blind luck, and the odds are against it that Pam will meet the right person who will give her an enjoyable second sexual experience."

"There's one way," Shannon said quietly.

"How?" I asked.

"We help her," Shannon answered.

"But Shannon," I protested, "we both agree that even our friends might not treat Pam the right way if they took her to bed. How are we going to find the perfect man for her?"

"We don't have to search for one," Shannon replied. "We already know one."

"Who?" I asked puzzled.

Shannon looked at me and said, "You."

"Me!" I gasped. "Me...have sex with Pam? That's impossible."

Shannon grabbed my arm and squeezed it as she said, "You and I are deeply in love with each other. We're going to be together the rest of our lives. I'm willing for you to have sex with someone other than me if it's for the right reason. 

"Pam has always had a crush on you and she trusts you. It could be the perfect second time for her."

"But it's crazy honey," I said, "I love you."

"This isn't about love," Shannon replied, "It's about sex, and you are good at it and my sister needs help. I'm asking for your help—a gift from you to me by helping Pam."

"Did you talk about this idea with Carol and Tom?" I asked.

"Well actually," Shannon replied, "They suggested it since they know us from their class, and they know the strength of our love for each other."

I made one last try. "Are you sure?"

Staring straight into my eyes she said, "Yes."

I took her in my arms and kissed her softly and then harder. Her tongue searched for my tongue. When the kiss ended I asked, "How are we going to do this?"

Shannon answered, "I'm going to invite Pam to stay with us two weekends from now. Our basketball team is playing at home for the division title and I know she would enjoy seeing the game. Sometime during the weekend I will have a sister-to-sister talk with her and we'll play it by ear after that."

Friday afternoon almost two weeks later Shannon and I waited at the bus stop for Pam to arrive. The bus pulled in and Pam stepped down. She spotted us and ran over to hug Shannon and then me. She was obviously excited to see us.

After taking her things to our apartment we went to a local restaurant to eat and then hurried to the arena to watch the big basketball game. It was an exciting game and we won in the last thirty seconds. The crowd went wild and so did Pam. She was enjoying herself. I noticed she was always touching one of us—either hugging Shannon's arm or holding hands with me, it seemed she was anxious to have physical contact with someone she trusted.

We went back to the apartment and opened a bottle of wine and each of us had a glass and a half. We called it a night as Pam went to sleep in our tiny second bedroom.

Shannon and I stayed up for a while. I said, "I don't see anything wrong. Do you?"

"Not really." Shannon replied, "But I don't remember her touching me so much. It's like she wants to know I'm close."

We slept late the next morning and had a light breakfast at the apartment before we headed out to give Pam a tour of the campus and point out interesting things about the college. After the tour we walked back to the apartment to have lunch.

Shannon made some sandwiches and we relaxed. A little later Shannon got up to clear the table and as she walked by I impulsively pinched her ass.

"Ouch!" she shouted playfully. "One more pinch and your cut off for a week."

"No," I played along. "A week not touching you; I couldn't bear it"

"But remember," I continued, "If I'm cut off for a week, so are you."

"I didn't think of that," she laughed, "maybe a week is a bit too long—we might forget how to do it. In fact..."

Pam interrupted our banter as she covered her face and started crying; she stood up and ran into her bedroom.

I looked at Shannon who said, "I think this is the sister-to-sister talk time. Why don't you disappear for a least two hours?"

I nodded and left the apartment.

A little over two hours later I returned. As I walked in Beth was sitting on the couch. Shannon walked from the kitchen smiling and said, "Finally he returns. We have to decide which restaurant to go to."

I looked at Pam who shyly smiled at me, but said nothing.

I said, "I'm up for Italian. Luigi's has good food."

Shannon answered, "That's fine with me. Pam?"

Pam nodded yes and then said, "Why don't I clean up first and change my clothes?"

She left the room and went to her bedroom.

I sat next to Shannon and quietly asked, "Well?"

Shannon sighed and said, "It was really intense. She's a basket case. Her first sexual experience was even worse than Mom thought. For the first hour, all she did was cry and cling to me. She's scared of sex and scared she will never understand it. 

"We finally started talking and she described all her doubts and fears. She is completely naïve on sex—she doesn't even know there is a difference between lust and love.

"When I approached the subject of you showing her how good sex could be, she was shocked; but I could see that she was interested. She really has a crush on you.

"After talking it through she wants you to show her the fun of sex. However, there is a problem."

"What?" I asked.

"Shannon replied, "She wants me there—at least at the beginning—because she's so scared."

"Is that a problem?" I asked.

"Of course not," Shannon replied with a smile, "I think I've been involved in enough sex with you not to be troubled."

Pam walked out of her bedroom dressed for dinner. "How do I look? She asked.

I replied, "I think you look absolutely beautiful and when just three of us walk into the restaurant, don't be surprised that some of our horny college guys try to pick you up."

Pam giggled and said, "No way."

"But I won't let them," I replied, "because we have a date later in the night and nobody is going to ruin that."

Pam blushed as she looked at me and in a scared voice said, "I'm not very good with this type of thing...I'm terrified, but I trust you."

We walked to the restaurant. Notwithstanding the sexual tension hovering over the event we managed to have an enjoyable time. I really laughed when a college sophomore came over and asked Pam if she wanted to go to the Glee Club concert that night. 

She blushed furiously and said, "No, I can't."

He walked away and I teased, "See...I told you they would hit on you."

We walked back to the apartment in good spirits, but the closer we got, the more Pam became nervous. We arrived at the apartment and I suggested we open a bottle of wine and have an after-dinner drink. Shannon agreed knowing that we had to make Pam more relaxed.

After we emptied the bottle Shannon took over and said, "Pam, I think you have a date with my husband-to-be. Don't you think we should start?"

Pam looked at Shannon with tears in her eyes and whispered, "I'm scared."

"Scared?" she teased, "You've had a crush on him since we started dating. Why would you be scared of him?"

"You know," stammered Pam, "I'm scared of sex."

Shannon walked over and hugged her. She said, "Little sister, would I do anything that was bad for you? I think we should all go into the bedroom."

We were in our bedroom with the lights turned down low. Shannon said, "Pam, it's normal that you make love without any clothes on." 

Pam didn't answer and just stared at the floor.

"Shannon thought for a second and then said, "Well why don't you just sit and watch for a little bit."

She turned to me and said, "Please take off my clothes."

I slowly took off her clothes piece by piece. Each time when I removed an article of clothing, I kissed the skin that was exposed. When I removed her panties leaving her naked, my tongue licked her slit. She moaned when she felt my tongue.

"Now it's my turn," she said to Pam.

Shortly afterward I stood before her naked. My erection was rock hard.

Shannon turned to Pam and said, "I know him very well. If you two started playing with each other now, he would come in a second. Let me slow him down and at the same time I will show you what a blow job is all about."

She knelt before me and teased me with her tongue until she finally took me into her mouth. She's so good that with the combination of her mouth and her hands teasing my balls, it only took minutes until I came in her mouth; she swallowed my cum. She stood up and we kissed.

Shannon turned and went over to Pam. She told her, "Now it's your turn to have fun."

I walked over to a visibly reluctant Pam and pulled her so that she stood. I said quietly, "There is no hurry; we have all night. I think the best way to start to know each other is to kiss. Can I kiss you?"

Pam shyly nodded yes and I pulled her to me and started kissing her softly on the lips. Seconds later I felt her put her arms around my neck as she moved closer to me. I stuck out my tongue and pressed it against her lips until her mouth opened to me. As we kissed my hands slid down to her ass and I pulled her firmly against my groin. We stood together for several minutes. When I wasn't kissing her mouth I was teasing her neck and ears with tiny kisses and licks while my hands moved over her back, ass and upper legs. When I finally stepped back, her face was flush and she was breathing heavily.

"You're a good kisser," I complimented quietly.

I then carefully started to remove her clothes. Similar to Shannon, each piece of clothing I removed was followed by kissing and fondling that area of skin that had been uncovered. Pam didn't resist; she stood quietly as each article of clothing left her more naked. When I removed her bra her nipples were already hard. I licked her areolas gently and then kissed and teasingly bit her nipples gently. Although her breasts were much smaller than Shannon's, they seemed to be very sensitive as she gasped when I teased her nipples.

As I pulled her panties down to her ankles my hands caressed the inside of her legs up to the start of her untrimmed pubic hairs. I felt tiny drops of moisture already sticking to some of the hairs.

I stood up and said, "Now that we got those nasty clothes off, I want to kiss you the same way we did when you had your clothes on."

She came into my arms and we started kissing again, but this time skin against skin. After many minutes of kissing I could tell that her body was in the early stage of arousal. I said to Pam, "Why don't you sit on my lap. We have all night and I can make you comfortable."

I pulled her to the bed and arranged the pillows against the headboard. I sat back and leaned against the pillows and told Pam to sit on my lap with her legs outside of mine. As she sat I put my arms around her and pulled her back so that she was leaning on me.

I asked, "Are you comfortable."

She nodded yes.

I continued, "All I'm going to do now is to make you relax and talk a little. You're going to feel my hands touch your body and if something I do really makes you feel good, just tell me. Now close your eyes.

"This is one of the exercises that Shannon and I did in our sex education class a long time ago. First, she sat on the floor with her legs spread and I sat inside her legs and leaned against her. We had to talk for at least fifteen minutes while she kissed me and her hands touched me everywhere that she could reach except the one place that really needed touching. She told me how nervous she was, and that she had never seen a man naked before. She pored out her soul to me. Fifteen minutes seems like forever in that situation and I was going out my mind. My cock was hard in the first minute and there was nothing I could do about it. Finally, when the time was up, she made me come with her hands. 

"Then it was my turn. She was sitting on me like you are and I had to talk to her while my hands explored her body. It was a very intense and personal time. I told her all my thoughts as if we were one. Long before it was time she was pleading with me to hurry, but of course, I didn't. When I finally did make her come, her orgasm was extremely intense. 

"I thought after that one lab session with Shannon that I loved her, and hoped she would eventually fall in love with me."

My hands were playing were Pam's breasts as I talked and her nipples quickly hardened with my caresses. Pam finally spoke, "But Shannon is so much prettier than me and her breasts are bigger too."

I pulled her back more and felt her relax. I said, "Pam, you're both right and wrong. Your breasts are smaller, but obviously they are very sensitive since your body gets aroused when they are teased. But breasts aren't everything. Let's talk about your body. You have very long slim legs that are beautiful. You stomach is flat and hard. You have beautiful broad shoulders. And even with all that you have two exceptional features that make you extremely sexy. Do you know what they are?

Pam shook her head no. I continued, "First you have a beautiful face. When you smile your face lights up and it would be hard for any man not to stare at you. And then I have to tell you that you have the sexiest ass in the whole world. When you and Shannon were walking ahead of me today, I have to confess I was mostly watching your ass."

My hands gently squeezed each cheek of her ass as I said, "So you see Pam whether you're coming or going you're showing your two best parts of your body to the world. And that's why you're going to have your choice of boyfriends at college."




Second Time



Pam giggled at my compliments and I could feel her become relaxed in my arms. I noticed Shannon, who had been quietly sitting in the chair watching us, stand, and blow me a kiss as she silently left the room.

I continued to talk as my hands touched her. I sucked her ear lobe and she sighed, and gasped when my tongue went into her ear—obviously a sensitive place for her that she didn't know until now. My fingers brushed her pussy hair occasionally each time getting closer to her slit. 

Pam was breathing harder now; her sighs and moans were becoming more frequent and louder as the many minutes of teasing continued. When it was time my finger went to her slit and gently traced the length of it. Pam moaned as her hips came up to increase the pressure of my fingers. Both of my hands now started teasing her vagina as I spread her labia lips and caressed her inner walls. She was begging me to touch her clit and make her come, but I continued to tease her.

Finally she groaned and gasped, "Please...please make me come. I want to explode and you won't let me."

Knowing she was ready my finger touched her clit and rubbed it gently. Seconds later with a scream of sexual delight, Pam's hips thrust against my fingers as her frantic sexual spasms began. She pushed her hands against my hand so that it couldn't leave her vagina and then thrust her hips up to increase the pressure against her clit.

Some moments later she lay quiet and exhausted against me.

I teased quietly, "Did you have an orgasm just now?

She groaned, "No, not just an orgasm but a giant, fantastic one that I never thought could happen. It was like someone else's body took over and I lost all control. I don't think I can even stand up right now; my body is still shaking so much.

"Is it always that good with you and Shannon?"

"Not all the time, but usually," I answered, "we both know each other's body really well and we both like to experiment, so by now we know what works and what doesn't. 

"What you should remember is that the first time with somebody new, it's going to be mostly luck if you get it right. You're going to be nervous and so will he if he isn't experienced. And it also depends if you're making love or fucking."

"What's the difference?" asked Pam puzzled.

I answered, "Making love is having sex with your partner with the objective of making sure your partner receives pleasure from it. Fucking is when you or both of you are horny and want release. It's not all one or the other, but when Shannon says, 'make love to me' we both know she means something different than when she says 'let's fuck.' "

I continued, "And now that you have recovered a little, can I make love to you?"

"Yes that would be wonderful," she answered.

I slid her down the bed so that she lay flat and then walked around and spread her legs so that I could kneel between her thighs. Supporting myself with my arms against the bed I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She eagerly returned the kiss.  

I moved to her breasts and licked and teased her with my tongue. Her hard nipples rose to meet my tongue with each lick. I eventually went down her body and opened her labia lips and started licking the entire length of her slit. She was very wet and groaned at each physical contact. Her head started moving side to side in excitement as she became aroused.

Once again she started begging me to help her find release, but I continued to tease her body—to bring her to her sexual edge without going over. Finally I supported her legs with my arms and raised them up so that her knees were pressed almost to her chest and entered her. She was extremely wet and I slid into her entirely with the first thrust.

"Yes...yes," she groaned.

I watched her stomach contract each time I partially withdrew and then thrust fully into her again. Time after time I continued to penetrate her as her body thrust up to me anticipating my movements. Finally, she lost control of her body; she screamed as her back violently arched into me. I finally allowed myself to come as my sperm squirted into her repeatedly. Our bodies continued this sexual joust until we lay exhausted in each other's arms.

She finally looked at me and said, "Thank you. I never thought it could be so fantastic."

I kissed her and brought her body closer to me. Moments later she was asleep.

Sometime during the night I had an erotic dream that became real when I woke up and found my penis in Pam's mouth. She quickly learned how far she could take me without gagging. She increased her sucking and I moments later I said, "Pam, I'm going to come."

The first spurt caught her by surprise and she pulled back. Semen struck her in the face and breast. Giggling she said, "I think I goofed."

I smiled at her and said, "There are two options—swallow or get out of the way. You made up a third option."

I got up and brought back a wet, warm washcloth and gently cleaned her. She giggled and then sighed as the washcloth was replaced with my hands. Two fingers pushed into her vagina and searched and teased. As her liquid started flowing out of her I put my mouth on her clit and made her come again.

Once again I warmed up the washcloth to clean her. When I returned to the bedroom she was asleep. I gently cleaned between her legs and then returned to bed and slept.

In the morning I woke first. For a second I was confused because I knew this naked woman in bed with me wasn't Shannon. Then I remembered. We had shifted during the night and Pam was sleeping with her back pressed against me. The sheet had come down to her thighs so her naked hips and back were visible. Of course, I became erect at the sight of this young woman.

I started rubbing my cock in the crack of her ass slowly—to see how long I could do it without waking her. At some point her body gave her away and I asked, "Are you awake?"

She giggled, "No."

I teased, "Well if you were awake and if you moved your sexy little ass just a little this way and I changed my position just a little that way, something might happen."

We changed positions and shortly afterward I slid into her wet vagina and started the subtle motion that would eventually lead to orgasm. Finally, my hand went over her hip and my finger found her clit and she climaxed again—not as violent as the night before, but perhaps more fulfilling.

When we were through we cuddled and remained silent coming down from our sexual high. Finally, I kissed her shoulder and said, "Why don't you clean up and dress and I'll get some coffee and orange juice."

Pam went to the bathroom and I went into the kitchen. Shannon was up and handed me a cup of coffee. I kissed her and sat down.

"Well?" she asked.

I answered, "I think I can safely say that her second, third and fourth time was better than the first."

Shannon grinned and said, "Thank you."

Pam came into the kitchen wearing a robe after her shower. Shannon looked at her and pretending to be serious said, "I hope you know that returning husbands or boyfriends late has very significant late charges; and I will be inspecting him closely later today to make sure that there is just the normal wear and tear on his body."

Pam grinned and answered, "Well I'm broke and can't afford late charges, so I officially return your husband-to-be."

She then walked over to Shannon and hugged her tight. I heard her say in Shannon's ear, "Thank you big sister for the most beautiful gift you could ever give to your screwed up little sister. I'll never forget it."

Shannon laughed and said, "Well you're allowed never to forget it, but hubby here better start forgetting it about right now."

I laughed and held up my hands, "I'm forgetting, I'm forgetting...NOT!"



Second Time



I was apprehensive about going into the office on Monday and at first I thought things would go smoothly. It wasn't until I found a Xerox of someone's spread ass on my desk, upon returning from the bathroom, that I knew that I could forget about things being quiet.

Every time that someone looked at me funny I became paranoid.

It was ten minutes before twelve when the phone rang.

"What are you doing for lunch?" Alan asked.

"Nothing," I replied.

"Want to join us?" he asked.

"Who is us?" I asked.

"You remember us from the other night don't you?" George chimed in.

"I...I ...." I couldn't finish the sentence.

"We'll meet you in the garage," Alan said.

I knew what they wanted and my ass was still sore from Friday night but I went down to the garage just the same. Alan, Ted, Mark, Stan and George were there as well as an older man named Larry. He had white hair and appeared to be in his sixties. They were standing around a Chevy van and when I came down the stairs they opened the door and got in. Alan got in the driver's seat and Ted got in the passenger seat. The other four got into the back of the van where they motioned for me to join them.

When I got into the back I saw that there was a mattress on the floor of the van. My cock started to get hard as I realized that they planned on fucking me during their lunch break.

"Get comfortable," Stan said as he unzipped his pants and let his erection spring forth.

I sat on the mattress.

"Do I have to spell it out?" Stan said, "get your fucking clothes off."

The other men looked at him and then at me.

I started to take off my shirt.

"Just get your pants off," Stan said, "we haven't got all day."

I stood up and took down my pants. When I removed my underwear they saw my erection.

"You really want it bad, don't you boy," Stan said.

I said nothing.

"Get on your hands and knees," Stan said as he came up behind me."

"I...I..."I started.

"Shut up," Stan said as he spit in his hand and rubbed the saliva on the crack of my ass.

I felt him put the head of his cock against my hole. He put his hands on my hips and slowly pushed into me. It hurt but felt good at the same time.

"You are so fucking tight, cunt," Stan said as he began to slowly fuck me. I looked at the other men and they had their zippers down and were stroking their erections.

Stan started to pick up the pace and I felt him thrust into me once and hold his cock deep in my bowels as I felt the hot liquid squirt from his cock into me.

"Fuck," Stan said, "you are so fucking hot."

He pulled his cock out and Mark took his position behind me. He didn't say a word as he pushed his cock into my already dripping ass. He started pumping hard into me immediately. I was well lubricated from Stan's cum and I could hear the squishing sounds as Mark pumped into me. His cock bumped into my prostrate and I came, shooting onto the mattress.

"Fuck," Ted said, "this is too fucking hot, hurry up Mark, I need to fuck that ass."

With those words Mark gripped my ass and pumped hard as I felt him cumming in me.

He pulled out and I felt cum running down my thighs.

"We need to get him on his back so we can get two at a time going on him or we won't get back to work for another two hours," Alan said.

I was flipped onto my back as Ted lifted my legs and slipped easily into my ass and Larry straddled my face and lower his cock into my mouth. Larry started to fuck my mouth and I kept a hand on his cock so he wouldn't push the entire 7 inches down my throat.

I felt the van pull over and Alan got into the back while Stan got behind the wheel.

"Hurry up," Alan said.

Ted started fucking me harder and grunted as his cum joined his partners' in my bowels.

"Thataboy," Alan said as he pulled Ted off and pushed his cock into my ass.

"Holy shit," Alan said, "you are as greased as an axel."

Alan pumped into me for one minute like a jackhammer and grunted as he added his cum to the collection. When he pulled out the culmination of all of the men's deposits flowed down my thigh. I felt Larry's cock swell in my mouth and he gushed his salty load down my throat. I swallowed quickly but some ran down my cheeks.

When Alan stood up, George quickly took his place as the van pulled back into the garage at work.

"Hurry up," Stan was saying from the front seat, "I am ready to go again just watching you guys in the mirror."

George stood me up against the wall of the van and hammered into my ass for five minutes with all of the men sitting and watching. Finally George gripped my hips and pumped his load into my ass.

Stan quickly pulled George away and pushed his cock into me. He pumped into me as if he had not just fucked me twenty minutes earlier. Within three minutes he was cumming again.

I put my pants back on with shaky legs. I felt the cum running down my pants while I stood on the elevator. When I got to the office I went to the men's room and wiped as much of the cum out of my ass and off of the back of my pants.

I got back into the office and the phone rang.

"Save your lunch hour for us every day,'" Stan said. 



Second Time



It took a while before I decided I wanted to do anal again, but I ran a few ads, and finally found someone who talked me into meeting him who didn't sound crazy or whatnot, and turned me on with his emails, talking dirty about how he'd slowly seduce me and "make me his bitch". I'd arranged to meet him at a condo in Honolulu. I didn't have a picture, just a general physical description about him being in pretty good shape, and described himself as a "total top".

I nervously walked up to the condo, wondering if I'd even be able to spot him, but then he made eye contact and I could tell by the appraising, knowing look in his eye that it was him, that he recognized me from my picture and liked what he saw. He was stocky and muscular and had a crew cut, really butch looking.

Anyway, I said his name, with just a hint of a question mark in case I was horribly mistaken, and he nodded and held out his hand and we shook. A little small talk, then he asked me -- well, more like told me -- to follow him up to a friend's place he had for a few hours that morning. We rode the elevator up in silence, got in the room, and there was this weird awkward moment where I wondered if I wanted to go through with getting fucked by a total stranger who I had barely talked with. 

But then he squeezed my ass and said he liked my body, and looked me in the eye and asked me if I wanted to do what I'd mentioned in our exchange of emails, maybe start by getting on my knees and sucking his cock, and god help me I did want his cock in my mouth. So I knelt down before him while he dropped his shorts, revealing white briefs with the start of a bulge in them, and I reached out and started kneading his cock and balls through the fabric while he got harder. Then he pulled his shorts off too and his hard prick sprang free, and he asked me if I had any fantasies. I said I liked the thought of being a schoolgirl getting roughly seduced, and he took the hint and told me I was a bad girl and he wanted me to be his bitch and take his cock in my mouth. I kinda demurred, feigning reluctance, but he said he knew I really wanted it, and pushed his cockhead against my lips. When I pretended to struggle and resist a bit, he put a hand on the back of my head and pressed his cockhead inside my mouth. 

I started to lick and suck his cockhead, and he called me his good little bitch cocksucker, and then suggested we undress and get on the bed. He laid on his back and I knelt down beside him, facing away from his with my butt near his head, and I gave him some really good head while he squeezed my ass and stroked my cock and balls and said I was doing a good job for such an innocent schoolgirl. He cooed at me and asked, did I like it?

I said, it's kind of dirty and wrong, but yeah, I liked sucking him off. Then he grabbed my hair and pushed down, and I gagged a bit and deepthroated him while he guided my head. All the while he was groaning and talking dirty, calling me a slut and a whore and his bitch to do whatever he wanted to. 

Then he asked me if I was ready to get fucked, since that is what happens to bad girls, and I said no, I wasn't ready to do that, but in a tone of voice that said yes I am, because I was getting turned on and leaking some precum by then. So he got behind me while I was on all fours, and took the bottle of lube he'd left out on the nightstand, along with a couple of rubbers, and started pushing his cock between my cheeks just a little bit, teasing me, and telling me I was a bad girl, yeah bitch, didn't I want that cock inside me? 

He ordered me to say yes I wanted it, and slapped my butt, not too hard. So I told him I was a bad girl, yes, yes I wanted him to fuck me. And I felt him pushing my legs apart a bit more, and he rubbed some lube on my hole.

I looked over my shoulder. He had this lustful look in his blue eyes and was holding his stiff prick with one hand and lining himself up, his precum leaking cock starting to press between my cheeks, ready to shove it inside me. And I told him no, not without a condom, put one on or I'd leave, and his eyes stared into mine. Then he grimaced and nodded and reached over to the nightstand. I heard some noises, like he was taking a condom out of the wrapper, then he pushed down hard between my shoulderblades, forced my head down onto a pillow with my ass up in the air, all vulnerable and open for him with him burly body between my legs.

I reached back and felt his cock, making sure he'd actually put the condom on. He had, and had it slicked up with some more of the lube, and then one of his hand was on the back of my head, roughly holding it down on the pillow while the other hand spread one of my ass cheeks to the side and then his cock was pressing against my asshole, pushing hard, trying to get inside while he told me to be his bitch schoolgirl and relax, goddamit let me inside. The pressure built and I felt so helpless and a bit scared, this stranger roughly trying to fuck me, pressing my face into the pillow so it was hard to breathe, but I was really turned on too, wanting this burly stranger to take me and fuck me. He removed his hand from my head, so my face wasn't pressed into the pillow, and now both his hands were pulling my cheeks apart ... 

And then his cock broke through the ring of my ass and dammit it hurt, but it was thrilling to get fucked again, being a helpless schoolgirl getting fucked hard. Now that he was inside me, he grabbed my hips and pushed inside, slow strokes, a bit deeper each time, and I told him he was being too rough, slow down. He stopped for a moment, told me to quit being so tense and just take it, give in and relax and enjoy letting him fuck me. And so I tried that, and he pushed again and got his cock all the way inside me, and he said that's better, bitch, now I'm going to fuck you hard, you ready for it? 

And I nodded my head, and he fucked me harder, my hole burning, and the force of his thrusts pushed my hips down closer to the bed, my legs spread apart as he grunted and thrust and then grabbed my hair and pulled back, asking me if I liked my hair being pulled like the slutty bitch I was, and I said yes, fuck me, use me, make me your bitch, and I relaxed my burning ring and let him take me. 

Then he said he was ready to cum, and he ordered me to tighten up and squeeze his shaft, make it all tight so it felt really GOOOOOD, and I obeyed, I clenched my asshole while he shoved inside me, grabbing my shoulders now, while I pushed my butt back in rhythm with his thrusts forward, giving in and enjoying being fucked, enjoying being this rough stranger's bitch, and he groaned and said he was cumming and made that masculine growling noise deep in his throat and I took his lust, let him fill his condom with the cum my body and tight ass had coaxed out of him. 

And then he lay on top of me, catching his breath, his cock still inside me but starting to soften. And I felt dirty and used and yet also sexy and turned on, knowing I'd made him cum. And I looked over my shoulder into his eyes and he gave me this look like he'd gotten what he wanted, he was done with me, I'd made him cum but now he wanted me out of there. And then he hinted it was time for me to clean up and go, he only had the room for a little while longer, and soon we were walking back to the elevator, again not talking, strangers who'd fucked and now it was over ...



Second Time Around 01



This is my first submission so any feedback would be great. I hope you enjoy it...

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Christina sits, waiting nervously on her bed. This is to be the first time she's seen Dan for several years, so she has put a lot of effort into dressing – under her short black dress she wears a dark red bra with no panties, her sheer stockings are held up with matching suspenders and she finishes the look with 4" heels and red lipstick. Christina is excited to see Dan, they used to date on and off 10 years ago, and she was his first. She remembers the night vividly, how nervous he was, how she had to guide him and how he held out for as long as possible to make sure she came first. Just thinking about it makes her wet, they had a somewhat tempestuous relationship with her being in control and definitely the more dominant one. In recent years however she has experimented sexually and found the loss of control through submission incredibly exciting.

Dan had started talking to her again recently online, and after one particularly drunken night they had started flirting and discussing their sexual experiences since they last met. Teasingly he said that he was now the experienced one where she was the one in need of lessons, Christina's fiercely competitive nature wouldn't allow that so she described graphically what she would do to him. This sparked a string of messages back and forth where they eventually agreed to meet and see where that led them. So this was it, today was the day, Dan was on his way to Christina's, she just needed to meet him at the station once his train arrived. 

Suddenly Christina's phone rings, it's Dan, time to meet him. As she walks down the road to the station she can't stop the vivid images flashing through her mind. At the station Dan is waiting for her, he takes the lead and draws her into a hug and kisses her – his touch is electric, she feels herself growing wetter and wetter as his erection presses hard against her stomach.

"I can't wait to get you home," he growls in her ear and slides his hand up her leg under her skirt, feeling the tops of her stockings. 

"Then lets get going!" She turns away from him and brushes her arse against his hard cock, before moving out of reach. 

As they get into the elevator in her building Christina smiles: "Dan, look" and lifts her dress. The sight of her creamy skin framed by the black suspenders is overwhelming. The sustained teasing of the past several weeks has had him frustrated and desperate to sink his throbbing erection into Christina's hot, wet pussy. He too remembers vividly how amazing she feels, how mindblowing the sex had been in the past. He can't contain himself any longer and shoves her roughly against the wall, pinning her hands above her head and pushing her face against the cold metal. Christina gasps as she hears him unzip his jeans and feels him guiding his huge cock into her soaking wet pussy.

"This is what you get for teasing me," Dan thrusts in hard making her scream loudly. He moves one of his hands to cover her mouth, "shhh Christina, look how wet you are, you're loving this you slut, fucking you hard in this filthy elevator. And when I get you inside I am going to fuck every single one of your holes, fill you up with cum, I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week." Dan continues thrusting hard into her, biting her neck hard, leaving red marks on her flushed skin. 

Incredibly Christina can already feel her orgasm building, she is completely helpless to stop Dan from doing whatever he wants to do to her, she moans loudly into his hand. He feels her begin to tense and fucks her harder, his huge cock stretching and filling her. "Cum for me Christina," Dan tells her, "cum on my cock, let me feel you cum." She loses control, her vision blurs and her whole body shakes with the massive orgasm he gives her, Dan can feel her squeezing down on his cock and it triggers his own release, he groans and shoots ropes of cum deep into her pussy. Dan lets go of her wrists and pulls out, causing Christina to collapse to her knees with cum dripping down her thighs. 

Dan roughly grabs Christina by the hair and pushes her face into his crotch, "clean me up slut, I'm covered in your juices."

Christina looks up at him, confusion on her face, "wha..?"

"This is how it's going to be now Christina, you will call me Sir and obey my orders. I'm going to use you as my fuckslut tonight and I plan on cumming in every hole, you will not cum without my permission and you will do exactly what I say. So clean me up and let's go."

"Y..yes... yes Sir," Christina starts to lick and suck his cock, she can taste a mixture of their cum on him. The reality of the situation suddenly hits her - she is kneeling on the floor of a dirty elevator with her dress hitched up around her waist, cum dripping out of her pussy down onto her stockings, hair a mess and makeup smeared, sucking cum off Dan's cock who has suddenly taken control of her in a very real sense. The thought is turning her on again, and she feels his cock starting to get hard again in her mouth.

"Stop!" Dan's voice drags her out of her reverie, "that's enough slut, lets go."

To be continued...



Second Time Around 02



This is a follow on from Second Time Around: Ch 1. Apologies for the shortness of the previous submission, this one is longer. Again, thank you for reading and any feedback would be greatly appreciated :)

So the story so far... Christina and Dan have met up for the first time in several years, they used to date and Christina was the dominant one, however they have been talking recently online and Dan seems to have become much more experienced. She meets him at the train station, on the way home Dan asserts his dominance and fucks her in the elevator. He tells her that tonight she belongs to him... 

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Christina and Dan leave the elevator, she is still coming down from the amazing orgasm he has just given her, and slightly shocked by his dominant behaviour. She leads him to her flat, opening the door she shows him to her bedroom so he can put his things down. Dan slams the door behind them and pushes Christina face first onto the bed, her short dress riding up once again to her waist as she falls, exposing her stockings and suspenders; Dan can see wetness between her legs and dripping down her creamy inner thighs. Not wasting any time he pulls two sets of handcuffs and two ropes from his bag, Christina looks back at him, her eyes wide with fear as he moves to pin her down. 

"What have I got myself into?" She thinks, Dan doesn't appear to even see her as a person, just a thing to be used; she shudders with anticipation as she remembers his words in the elevator: "this is how it's going to be now Christina, you will call me Sir and obey my orders. I'm going to use you as my fuckslut tonight and I plan on cumming in every hole, you will not cum without my permission and you will do exactly what I say." He is well built, more muscular than she remembers, at 5'11" he's a good 5 inches taller than her, and she realises that if he means business there's no way she could possibly fight him off.

"Put your arms up," Dan growls, then grabs her dress at the hem and lifts it up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but her underwear, she doesn't move quickly enough, lost in her thoughts so he slaps her hard on her arse. "I thought I explained the situation! Don't push me slut, misbehaviour will be punished, hard," to illustrate his point he slaps her arse again, harder this time. Christina can't help but yelp in pain.

Dan straddles her back and handcuffs her to each corner of the headboard, then he moves down to her feet and uses the ropes to finish immobilising her. She can feel the cold, unyielding metal of the handcuffs digging into her wrists, very aware that she is completely at his mercy, when she hears the metallic click of the handcuffs locking into place she gasps again. He moves down and whispers in her ear: "this is what you get for teasing me all week with those slutty pictures, I can't stop thinking about all the things I want to do to you."

He continues spanking her smooth creamy flesh, turning it a bright red, he can't help but admire his handiwork, listening to Christina moaning and biting the pillow; he can see how wet she's getting and he realises his instincts were right, she's loving being spanked hard. This knowledge fuels his desire, he is desperate to fuck her again but knows it'll be better if he spends more time playing with her, teasing her. 

Dan stops, briefly, and runs his finger over her dripping pussy, she is so hot and so wet. He feels her try to push back onto his hand, desperately needing to be filled, to be fucked; scooping a load of their mixed cum he feeds it to her, "you made a mess, slut, clean it up." Eagerly lapping at his fingers she watches his face intently, her big brown eyes showing how badly she wants him right now. His other hand trails slowly, lightly up her inner thigh, causing her whole body to strain towards it, craving fulfilment.

From his bag he produces a slim vibrator, and slips it into her aching pussy, Christina lets out an involuntary moan and arches her back, trying to push it deeper, grinding against his hand. After two thrusts he pulls it out quickly, it is dripping with her juices and he smiles coldly as he plunges it all the way into her arse, turning the setting up to the highest it will go. Her muscles contract uncontrollably trying to push out this intrusion but the vibrations are making her even wetter, finally she has something inside her but it just makes her pussy ache to be filled even more. Dan knows she can't cum like this, he's just adding to the torture, she starts to beg, "please, please Sir.. please fuck me, please, I need your cock in my pussy, fuck me, please." The handcuffs start to dig into her flesh where she pulls against them, leaving bright red circles around both wrists, the pain and the reminder that she is completely helpless only serve to turn her on more.

Dan laughs and moves away from the bed, admiring her body and the marks he has made on her, "you're such a slut - dripping wet and begging me to fuck you. I think you've seen enough," and with that he ties a blindfold around her eyes, making sure she can't see anything. This done, he strips off and picks up her riding crop. "I have a surprise for you now slut, I think you'll enjoy it" he tells Christina and brings the crop down hard on her abused arse. She screams in pain, and he slowly, leisurely, rains more blows down all over her arse, Christina is incoherent now, moaning into her pillow, the pain combined with the vibrator in her arse is making it difficult to think. Then Dan brings the crop down again, directly onto her pussy this time, she screams again. 

Christina's pussy is on fire from the crop, she is craving the feel of Dan's hard, throbbing cock inside her. He pushes the crop between her legs and strokes it up and down her pussy, lightly catching her clit with the corner. She moans again, her juices are running down her thighs onto the bed, her orgasm starts building, the pleasure heightened by the pain that's been flooding her system. Dan abruptly pulls the crop away and brings it down again hard on her clit. She screams again, she is so close to cumming now, just a touch would be enough to set her off.

Dan straddles her back once more, she can feel his throbbing erection pressing against her and she bucks and writhes against the bonds, desperate for the feel of him.

"I'm gonna undo one of your wrists now slut, do exactly as I say or this will seem tame compared to the punishment for disobedience," Dan instructs. Then he leans over and undoes her right wrist, "bring your arm back so it's behind your head and next to your other wrist" Christina hastens to comply, this leaves her half turned over, so her legs are flat against the bed, but her chest is now readily available. Dan handcuffs her right wrist next to her left, forcing her to stay in place. 

Roughly he yanks down her bra, exposing her full breasts and rock hard nipples. Smiling he runs his fingers over them, then grasps each nipple between thumb and forefinger, Christina moans and arches her back pushing herself closer to his hands. Suddenly she feels something cold pinch down hard on both simultaneously and realises he has attached clamps joined with a chain. With every breath and every movement of her chest the chain tautens and pulls on her sensitive nipples. This stimulation, combined with the continued vibration in her abused arse keeps her at a constant state of arousal, it won't take much now to push her over the edge. 

Dan strips off and moves so that he is kneeling on the bed next to Christina's head. "You've made enough noise slut, do something useful with that slutty mouth of yours," he growls, pushing his hard cock between her lips and deep into her mouth. She starts sucking and licking, moaning around his cock as he flicks her nipples and pulls on the chain linking them together. 

Dan groans at the feel of her hot, wet mouth caressing his shaft. Christina runs her tongue all over it, then sucks it hard into her mouth, sucks him hard and fast, pulling him deeper into her throat. He'd forgotten how good she is at this. She savours the taste of him, enjoying the taste of the precum leaking into her mouth, loving the feeling of turning him on like this. He grabs the back of her head and thrusts deep into her throat, pumping in and out hard and fast. She feels his muscles start to clench and he abruptly pulls out of her mouth before he cums.

Once again he reaches for Christina's wrist that he has cuffed to keep her in position, as he releases it she collapses forwards onto her front. He pulls it back up above her head so once again she is immobilised face down on the bed. Dan reaches down and swiftly tugs the vibrator out of her arse, causing her to moan and her whole body to tremble, she feels so empty. Then he mounts her from behind and slowly eases his throbbing erection deep into her dripping pussy, thrusts into her hard three times, then pulls out. She cries out in disappointment, which is quickly replaced with a scream as he parts her buttocks and forces himself into her tight hole in one thrust.

The pain from this sudden violation is unbelievable, he has fully entered her in one violent movement, he stays in position, feeling her writhe underneath him, her muscles spasming against the intruder in her arse. As her body adjusts he starts to fuck her, gradually picking up speed, his balls slapping against her pussy. She moans, biting the pillow, desperate for release now, the feeling of being used like this is making her wetter than ever. As he feels his own orgasm approaching he slides his hand underneath her body in order to reach her clit. The new sensation is enough to bring on the orgasm that she has been denied for so long, the building tingling feeling grows, warmth spreading from her pussy in a screaming, explosive, earth shattering release that makes her thrash against her bonds as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. As her contracting muscles clamp down on his cock it triggers Dan's orgasm and he thrusts into her as deep as he can go, shooting his cum deep inside her arse. Filling her up.

As she gradually comes back to her senses, down from the high the orgasm has given her, she hears Dan whisper in her ear, "I never gave you permission to cum."



Second Time Around



Donna Manchester wheeled her late model Volvo station wagon on the open road, quickly turning on her windshield wipers to deflect the huge raindrops pounding her windshield. As she drove, she concentrated on the raindrops to avoid thinking about what she was about to do. She watched as they hit her windshield and flattened briefly from the wind before being swept away with a swish of the wiper. She almost felt like those raindrops-manipulated into making herself go away to become what everyone else wanted her to be.

For most of her life she'd always done what everyone else wanted her to do with little complaint. Her mother, father, and even her brothers. Since she was the only girl out of three kids, the pressure on her to be perfect was great. She had to be her daddy's little girl, her mother's strong woman, and her brothers' virgin sister. From there she had gone to college, graduated at the top of her class, and fell in love.

She met her ex-husband Kevin in an accounting class while working in his study group. They soon started dating and stayed together for three of her four years of college. They married right after graduation and that was where she ended. From then on, Kevin controlled her every move-what she did, how she looked, who her friends were, but that was over now. She was on her own now. For the first time in her life really. She could do anything she wanted and she wanted this. Hell, she needed this. Never had she needed anything more.

As this realization swept over her, her spirits lifted considerably. Her foot eased down on the accelerator slowly, suddenly eager to see the man who would be only the third man she'd ever been with. The first had been out of curiosity in college, and had only happened once. The anti-climactic (literally) nature of the experience was enough to make her not rush into it again. The second man was her ex-husband, over a year later. Now Mark would be her third.

She finally reached his house and pulled into a parking space. She put her car into park and reached for the key, hating herself for pausing to pull it out. She had a fine guy waiting for her inside why was she hesitating? She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, gazing through the windshield, noticing that the rain had stopped. She focused on the most beautiful full moon she'd ever seen. It seemed to glow brighter than she ever remembered seeing the moon glow, as if urging her to get out of the car and fulfill her desires. She watched it a moment longer, regaining her confidence and snatching the keys, hurrying out of the car before she lost her nerve again. 

Straightening her clothes, she walked up to the door, throwing one last glance at the moon, using it's light to guide her path to the ecstasy that awaited her on the other side of that heavy door. Just as she made it to the door, it opened before she could even knock, revealing one of the most beautiful men she'd ever seen.

She stepped in the door as if in slow motion, staring at his full lips which were moving although she didn't hear a word. The door drifted closed behind her and she gently fell against it, staring at his lips which were still moving. She watched them, making no attempt to listen. She couldn't listen. To listen, she'd have to respond. To respond she would have to think. This was not a time to think. Instead, she decided to study him.

She took in his milk chocolate colored skin, dark eyes, thick lashes and hair, her eyes sliding down to his lips once again, surprised she hadn't noticed the mole right above his upper lip before. He finally stopped talking to return her stare, a slow smile spreading across those heavenly lips. They stood silently staring, her expression blank, his confused and slightly amused. 

He cocked an eyebrow, finally breaking her gaze. Her eyes traveled down his body. He still had on a suit from work. He must have been home for at least three hours and hadn't bothered to change? Oh well. He wouldn't be wearing that suit much longer anyway. She just hated the fact that she would have to wrinkle it. She was sure he'd get over it.

The first three buttons on his shirt had been unbuttoned and his tie loosened. She loved it when men did that! She found it so sexy that they could look straight-laced and yet rumpled at the same time. He looked like a bad school boy. Well she was about to teach him a lesson he'd never forget.

She reached out and grabbed his tie, pulling him close so that his lips were inches from hers. She breathed lightly on his lips, pausing before diving in tongue first, devouring his mouth completely. He gasped, taken aback for a moment before rising to the occasion with relish, kissing her as feverishly as she kissed him.

Her hands drifted below his waist to caress his crotch. She heard him make a noise of surprise but she didn't hesitate. She couldn't hesitate. She wanted him so bad she could barely breathe. They kissed harder as her caress deepened.

She slowly unbuttoned his pants as they continued to kiss, sliding the zipper down slowly. She pulled away from him to slowly trail kisses down his body, being careful not to think about what she was doing. She'd only done this to her ex- husband twice. She couldn't believe she was doing it to this virtual stranger, but it felt right. When she heard him groan as her lips touched him, she knew it was right. 

She took him in her mouth and slowly began to work her magic on him. She slid her tongue up and down his length and then gently took him in her mouth again to suck him slowly as he leaned against the door above her, holding on for all he was worth as she slowly drove him wild. She kept going until she was sure he was hers to control, then stood, kissing him again, sliding a leg around his waist and moving her hips against his hard cock. 

She pulled away from his kiss as if suddenly disinterested in him to walk into the living room. She stood with her back to him, hoping silently that he would follow. She wanted him badly, but she wasn't just about to give it away. He had to do a little work. He watched her go in a daze, slowly following her into the living room. He pressed himself against her and began kissing her neck, caressing her breasts and pressing his hardness against her ass. She allowed herself to indulge in his movements for a moment, closing her eyes. Damn he felt good! With difficulty, she pulled away again to sit on the couch, looking at him intensely. As he watched, licking his lips, she opened her legs, throwing one along the back of the couch and placing the other on the floor. She motioned for him to come closer, pulling him down on top of her. They kissed for a moment, then she slowly pushed his face down until it was below her waist. 

"Now lick!" she commanded. 

Smiling slowly, he lowered his head and quickly slid her panties to the side as he began to oblige, gently licking and driving her crazy. Her husband would rarely do this for her. She'd forgotten how much she'd enjoyed it on the rare occasions that he would do it. Grabbing him by the back of the head, she pushed his face closer while moving her hips against his eager mouth, sure she was cutting off his air supply but not caring. This felt too damn good! He greedily licked her, grabbing her hips to try and steady her so he could drive his tongue into her deeply, driving her crazy and causing her to cry out loudly. She felt herself shiver as she came explosively on his eager tongue. He groaned his approval, licking up all her spare juices, making sure not to spill a drop.

He was still licking when Donna reached down and lifted his head with one finger. "That's enough," she said. "Now do me."

"No problem," he said, smiling and licking his lips. She felt a stirring in her at this motion. Damn he was fine! She couldn't wait to get him inside her. She knew she was definitely going to enjoy this. She lowered her leg from the back of the couch, using her foot to push him back on the arm of the couch.

She leaned forward, sliding her blouse out of her skirt and pulling it over her head, flinging it behind the couch. She leaned in close to him until her breasts nearly jumped out of her bra. His hands slid up her body, pulling her closer to kiss her deeply, his hands quickly pulling down part of her bra to gently caress the nipple. Before she knew it, he had the bra off completely and his mouth replaced his hands on her breasts.

Damn he was smooth! She definitely wasn't complaining. Not that she could. She shivered as he sucked her nipples gently, lightly biting them. She pushed her breasts into his face, sliding her legs to either side of his hips, straddling him. He grasped her back tightly, sinking his teeth deeper into the soft mounds of her breasts.

She groaned loudly, moving her hips against his, enjoying the feel of his rock-hard penis straining against her crotch as she ground herself into him. She looked down at him to find his face a mask of wanting as he struggled to control himself from attacking her. He reached for her breasts again but she pulled away, loving the desperate look of want in his eyes as she teased him. She slowly ground her hips into his again. He moaned, throwing his head back in desire.

"MMM." He moaned, rolling his head back in her direction, licking those luscious lips slowly as he stared at her. "Come on, let's go now," he said, his voice a husky whisper. She smiled, not answering, loving the feel of power. She really needed this. "Please," he said, and that one word broke her resolve. She'd been waiting for this forever. All her life she'd waited for true passion, lust, and she was going to make the most of it.

She leaned forward, kissing him deeply while sliding her hand between his legs to slowly caress him. He wiggled beneath her in pleasure, smiling as she stroked him deeply, sliding her hand up and down his full length. She stopped suddenly, getting up to stand in front of him. Confused, he watched silently, slowly stroking his swollen penis as she slowly finished undressing, sliding off her skirt and standing in front of him in only her panties.

"Damn I want you," he said, jumping up to grab her, kissing her deeply and ripping off her panties in one pull. Her ass quivered with the effort and his hands covered it immediately, lifting her up to allow her legs to straddle his waist. They fell back on the couch and he quickly removed his underwear, sliding into her like butter on a hot roll. They both groaned as he stroked her urgently. She widened her legs to get every inch of him inside her, bracing herself with one leg on the couch and the other on the floor. 

He gripped her hips tightly, steadying her as he forcefully thrust himself deeper into her. She arched her hips, moving with him. "Oh God yes," she moaned, so glad she hadn't talked herself out of coming. She had never made love like this. It was definitely the best, and she wasn't done yet.

She sat up, still moving with him, pushing him back against the couch so that she was now on top. She rode him lustily, staring him in the eye as she moved. She had never made love in the light before and was actually enjoying it more. Her husband always made her feel self-conscious about her body. Mark didn't say anything, in fact he eyed her very appreciatively from the moment she walked in the door.

She suddenly got an idea. This was a night for new things, why not? "Let's do it doggystyle," she said, sliding off of him to stand in front of a window across the room. The shade was slightly open and the off-chance that someone might see them excited her. She placed her hands on the sill and spread her legs. he was soon behind her, rubbing her azz.

"Damn you've got a beautiful ass," he said, caressing it.

He slowly slid one hand over her cheeks as he used the other to slide into her. She moaned, trying to calm herself down so she didn't come too soon. It was exquisite! She wouldn't believe she'd never done this before. 

He slowly began moving against her and she pushed back against him. He began moving faster, lightly slapping her behind as he moved faster and harder. She groaned loudly, grasping the windowsill.

"Oh yeah," she groaned, moving harder against him as he slapped her again. 

"Harder," she groaned, delirious with delight. He bucked harder against her and she moved harder against him. She glanced out the window, catching a glimpse of the full moon just before reaching her final moment of ecstasy, collapsing against the windowsill completely satisfied, glowing as brightly as the moon above her.



Second Time Around



The sudden cloudburst caught us all by surprise, coming as it did from what moments before had been a clear sky. I was lucky, because I was only a few feet from my car, but some of the other parents weren't so lucky. One, a woman I recognised as mother of one of Judy's classmates, was looking around frantically for shelter. I tapped the horn button and she looked over at me. I beckoned and after a momentary hesitation she came hurrying across and scrambled into the car beside me.

"Thank you," she said with obvious relief, palming the rain from her face. She looked across at me with a wry look. "I don't make a habit of getting into cars with strange men, but I think I know you. Aren't you Judy's father?"

I nodded. "Ben Miles." I held out my hand and she shook it courteously.

"Catherine Johnson. My Annie is Judy's classmate."

"I saw you with her before. That's why I hooted. Look, the kids are safe and dry in school. Can I give you a lift? I work from home, so I don't have to rush off anywhere."

She paused for a moment, bottom lip caught between her teeth, then nodded. "Thank you. That would be very kind of you. Central Library? I work there, mornings. If you would drop me at the corner of Cedar and Main, it's only a twenty-yard dash."

So I did. We made parental small talk as I drove. You know the kind of thing, boasting about our offspring. Catherine Johnson was as much the proud parent as I was. I stopped where she indicated and watched her as she hurried into the library, shapeless in a loose sweater and calf-length heavy skirt, her dark brown hair scraped back, no makeup. Definitely not dressed to attract, so why was I becoming interested?

When I picked Judy up that afternoon, there was no sign of Catherine Johnson, but nor was there any sign of her daughter.

"Isn't Annie Johnson in your class, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, Daddy, but she stays behind on a Monday for violin practice." Which answered my unspoken question.

That evening, Judy brought out the papers for summer camp. I'd agreed to let her go, thinking that it would be good for her to get away from me for a while. I had an idea.

"Who else in your class is going? Anyone I know?"

Judy considered for a moment. "Tommy Bell," - the Bells lived two houses away - "Billy Jens, Carly Waite, Rosita Sanchez," - all neighbour kids - "I don't think you'd know the rest, except Annie Johnson."

"Annie's going?"

"Yes. I'm glad, because she's my best friend now."

"Best friend, eh? Would you like her to stay over one night? I'll ask her Mom if you do."

"Could I, Daddy?" I'd obviously pleased my daughter with that. Almost thirteen now, she was beginning to remind me painfully of my dead wife.

"Friday?"

"Friday would be great, Daddy."

"Sailing Saturday?"

"Oh, yes!" Judy said, then paused. "Could Annie come, too?"

"Of course. Tell you what, pumpkin, if I see Mrs Johnson in the morning, I'll ask her about Friday and about the sailing, too. Okay?"

"Great!" Judy leaned across and hugged me. "Love you, Daddy."

"Love you, too, kiddo."

It was fair next day, no sudden showers, and Catherine Johnson acknowledged me with a little wave as she was about to make her own way to work. I got out of the car and waited until she was close. She smiled. A cool, polite smile.

"Can I bother you for a moment?" I said.

"Of course. What is it?"

"My daughter informs me that Annie is her best friend, and asked if she could have her to stay with us, Friday night. It's fine by me and I told Judy I'd ask you."

Catherine Johnson's smile was warmer and more genuine now. "That's very kind of you. I'm sure she'll love it. The two of them seem to be on the same wavelength."

"I usually take Judy sailing on a Saturday. I have a little dayboat berthed on the inlet. I told her Annie could come, too, if she wants, and if it's okay with you."

"I don't mind; Annie's a good swimmer if anything went wrong."

"Good, I'll let the two of them sort out the details, then they can tell me what I'm doing."

Catherine Johnson laughed and I had an idea.

"Do you work on a Saturday?"

"One in three. I'm off this week. Why?"

"Would you like to come sailing, too?"

If she paused I didn't notice it. "I'd love to! I haven't been in a boat since High School." She made a face. "Annie's Dad hates the water."

Idiot! She's married! I think Catherine Johnson correctly interpreted the sudden look of consternation on my face, because she reached out and touched my arm.

"We've been divorced for three years now."

"I never thought. I'm sorry."

Catherine shook her head. "It's all right."

"Can I give you a lift again? I don't have the excuse of the rain, but it's almost on my way home."

"Thank you."

It became a pattern. I'd drive Judy to school, then give Catherine a lift to the library. She drove, but didn't have a car, so came into town with Annie on the bus, and then walked to work. Annie came home on the school bus, usually, but sometimes if I was picking Judy up I'd give Annie a lift, too.

The weekend sailing became a summer ritual. Two weeks out of three Catherine would come too, when she wasn't working. She was a natural sailor and one Saturday I borrowed a couple of dinghies and we had a race, me and Judy against Catherine and Annie. We won, but it was close.

It was almost time for summer camp, now. Camp was half a state away, almost a day's travelling. I'd had what I thought was a good idea.

"Why don't we all go together? We can see the girls settled in at camp, then stop somewhere and have a meal, then either get a couple of rooms for the night or take turns to drive back." I made the suggestion as I was driving Catherine to the library.

"That would be wonderful, Ben. I'll chip in for gas, of course." She looked as if she was going to say something else, but paused, and when she did speak she surprised me.

"Ben, do you think I'm attractive?"

"Yes, I do." And I did, although I had no idea what her figure was really like because of her habit of wearing shapeless clothes. I had caught a couple of tantalising glimpses when the dinghy had capsized, but the lifejacket concealed too much. I had no idea what she looked like in a swimsuit without a lifejacket, although I knew she had good legs.

"Honest?"

We'd reached the spot where I dropped Catherine off and I pulled over to the kerb and set the parking brake. I turned to her. "Yes, honest!"

She smiled faintly. "If we didn't have the kids, might you have asked me out?"

"Yes, I wanted to," I said slowly. "I think I was scared."

"Idiot, why didn't you? Those kids of ours aren't millstones, Ben, they're almost teenagers."

I grinned at her, my decision made, pleased that she seemed to like the idea of dating me. "Mrs Johnson, I have no idea where, because I don't know what's available between here and the camp, but I'm sure we'll find somewhere, so will you have dinner with me on Saturday?"

Catherine smiled. "Mr Miles, I would be delighted."

"That's settled then. See you tomorrow, no doubt." She surprised me again, because she reached across and kissed me lightly on the cheek, before getting out of the car and moving lithely across to the library.

Saturday morning Judy and I were at the Johnson house just after eight. Annie came bouncing out with her bag, followed more sedately by Catherine with an overnight bag, and by eight-twenty we were heading for the highway.

Traffic wasn't bad, for a change, and after a couple of comfort breaks and a stop for lunch, we arrived at the camp shortly after two. We got the girls booked in and had a quick word with the camp counsellors, making sure they had both home numbers and both mobile numbers. By four Catherine and I were heading towards home again.

"Ben, I noticed a place as we were coming up. About an hour from here. Trout River Lodge, I think it was called. It looked decent. Shall we try there?"

"Why not?"

It was set well back from the road, a main building, with bedrooms, lounge area and a restaurant, and a dozen or so cabins scattered through the pines. Reception was busy and I began to have second thoughts. At my enquiry about two single rooms, the girl on reception made a face.

"I am sorry, but we have no single rooms available. Head office decided some of them needed refurbishing. Why they wanted to do it in the middle of our busy season beats me. All I can offer you is a double or a cabin. Or two doubles."

"One double will do nicely. We'll take it." Catherine's voice was cool and calm. Not for the first time since I'd known her, she surprised me. But not the receptionist, whose face was a professional mask.

"Yes, madam. Room seventeen. Sign here, please. Do you require dinner?"

"We do," I said. "About - when?" I asked Catherine.

"About nine," she said.

"Table for two, at nine. Fine. Early morning call? Newspaper?"

"No, thank you," said Catherine.

In room seventeen there was only a double bed, no couch or anything else to sleep on. I turned to Catherine, but she put her fingers over my lips.

"Ben, when was the last time you got laid?" There was a flush on her face and her eyes were bright.

I looked at her, hardly daring to breathe and feeling my prick stiffening in my shorts.

"More than a year ago." I grimaced. "A one night stand with a fellow conventioneer. Pleasurable but lacking something."

Catherine smiled faintly. "Over four years for me, not since before the divorce. Ben, please don't get me wrong, but I like you, I like you a lot, I've been horny for what feels like forever and I want - I need - to be fucked!"

Surprised, but trying to hide it, delighted, and showing it, I took her hand and raised it to my lips. "I'm honoured."

Catherine giggled. "What time is it now?"

"Five-fifteen."

"Our dinner reservation's for nine. We have things to do in the meantime." She arched her brows suggestively. I laughed and reached for her. She came willingly, eagerly, and raised her lips for my kiss, our first, I suddenly realised. Her lips were warm, soft, clinging, parting easily to my probing tongue, her own coming to duel with mine, the kiss building in intensity until suddenly Catherine broke it, gazing into my face with something like wonder in her eyes. Her hand came up and she traced the line of my cheek.

"I want you." She spun away from me, laughing. Her hands went to the hem of her sweater. "Watch me, Ben."

"Like I'm going somewhere?"

She giggled, like a girl, tantalizingly raising the hem of her sweater up, past her bra-covered breasts and off, over her head. Her bra was pink, pretty, nicely filled. Her fingers went to the button at her waistband, then to the zip, sliding it down slowly over her bottom, her eyes holding mine, smoky fire in their depths. She wriggled her hips and the skirt slid down, crashing soundlessly to the floor. The panties matched the bra. She wore no hose and stepped clear of her skirt, her hands coming up to the front fastening of her bra. She paused, her hands holding the bra closed, colour in her cheeks, then slowly opened herself to my gaze, dropping the bra behind her.

Her breasts were full, round, topped with puffy areolae and stiff nipples. I reached out slowly, seeing no rejection in her look, and cupped one, feeling it soft and heavy in my hand. Catherine's eyes closed and her inhaled breath was almost a gasp. She took my hand, raised it to her lips and kissed my fingers, moving back slightly, thumbs in the waistband of her panties, pushing them down and stepping out of them. Her pubic bush was the same dark brown as her head, mostly hiding her secrets from my admiring gaze. I wasn't sure, but it seemed to me that her lower lips were bare of fleece. I smiled to myself. I would soon know.

Naked, fire in her cheeks and in her eyes, she stood proudly. "Do you like what you see, Ben?"

My first attempt to speak was a croak. I cleared my throat and tried again. "You’re beautiful, Catherine. It's almost a crime to dress the way you usually do, covering up such beauty."

She laughed, a little wry. "I didn't want to draw attention, not until now." She stepped forward and kissed me lightly. "Now, I do. I want all your attention, so get naked, Ben!"

She pirouetted away and lay back on the bed, propped on her elbow, watching me. My prick was stiffening fast and I badly needed to ease the restriction, so I undressed quickly, throwing my clothes anywhere, then moving to the bed. My prick was hard by now and Catherine's fascinated gaze never left it until I lay down beside her and gathered her into my arms for a burning, aeons-long kiss.

I reached down between us, cupping her sex, letting my middle finger slip into the heated slither of her slit, bringing my finger to my mouth and tasting her. She grabbed my hand and put my finger in her mouth, sucking it clean, her eyes on mine, my prick getting even harder. She eased herself onto her back.

"Fuck me, Ben, fuck me now, because I am so ready."

I moved to my knees and we went through that 'if I move this leg and you move that leg' ballet of sex until I was kneeling between her spread legs, the cleft of her sex gleaming pinkly through her juice-drenched curls. I pressed the end of my prick against her opening and she gasped as I slid in easily an inch or two.

"Stop!" she cried, and I did, concerned. She grinned up at me. "I want to savour this, Ben, it's been so long it feels as new to me as my first time." She squeezed down on me with her internal muscles and I laughed, withdrawing slightly, spreading her juices, moving in a little further, eliciting another gasp, then repeating the process again and again until suddenly I was as deep as I could go, my balls against her ass. I paused and Catherine chuckled.

"I think you're bigger than Chuck was - is - but I know one thing."

"What?"

"You're gentler." She smiled up at me again. "Enough talk, Mr. Miles. Shall we fuck?"

"Your servant, Mrs. Johnson." I began to move, pulling back until I almost left her, pushing in deep until I bottomed, my prick moving easily - audibly - in Catherine's free-flowing juices. Her hands were warm on my back, stroking lightly as I moved, her heels resting lightly on my ass as I moved. Her eyes were fixed on mine, warm, alive with her obvious enjoyment in our actions, laughter not far from the surface, caring - sharing - laughter.

I thrilled to the pleasure of the moment, feeling my prick moving easily in her wetness, the sliding friction of her, tight and warm around my hardness. I concentrated on trying to maximise our mutual pleasure, using the full hard length of me, enjoying the stimulation of being wanted in return. Catherine giggled suddenly.

"What?" I managed to say, smiling down at her, never ceasing my rhythmic thrusts.

"I was just - wondering - what Annie and Judy would think, if they knew what we were doing," she said, her voice uneven, breathing in time with my thrusts.

"I think Judy - would be pleased. She's been - dropping hints."

Catherine laughed. "What? About you - oh! - fucking me?"

"Not quite - so explicit. About me - finding somebody. I think she'd - like a woman to turn to - for advice. It's not everything - a girl can ask her Dad."

"I think you can - relax on that count, Ben. She's asked - me a few things, those nights she's stayed over with Annie."

"I'm glad she can talk to you."

"Me, too. I like - talking to her Dad, too, talking with - my body, with my pussy and my tits." Catherine grinned up at me. "I like to feel his - lovely hard prick in my pussy - fucking me, making me feel good, I like to feel that - tingle in my tits when he touches me."

"Mmm, yes," I murmured, feeling her squeeze down on me as I moved in her, feeling the tickle of her bush on my prick as we fucked, loving it, loving her, loving the natural way she was showing her enjoyment. No coyness, no false modesty, just good honest lusty enjoyment. I could feel the excitement building in me, for it had been too long for me and I didn't know if I could hold off for much longer.

Catherine's hands suddenly tightened on me, then slackened. "Are you close?" she murmured, "because I am. Very - soon now, Ben, you're going to find out what sort of animal you're fucking."

"I know that already," I murmured, kissing her lightly.

She kissed me back fiercely, then said, "okay, what kind?"

"The best kind," I said, "the very best. The female human animal."

She laughed softly, squeezing me, her breath coming quickly now, almost panting as I responded to her rhythms. Her nails were digging into my back, and there was a tenseness about her that suddenly eased as I felt the reflexive clench of her around me. She screamed tightly in my ear, her belly rippling, her heels hooking me hard into her, a trembling, surging climax passing through her. My body responded automatically and my carefully hoarded self-control disappeared as my very being contracted, my prick jerked and that incredible moment of climax surged through me, my body shaking, my prick trying to bury itself ever deeper in Catherine's hot, wet, surging depths as my seed filled her.

She clung to me as I thrust reflexively into her, the muscles of my ass contracting violently as I moved, the strain slowly easing until all that was left were reflexive little jerks as her own climax lessened, the nerve endings in my prick sensitised almost to the point of pain responding to her with twitches, twitches which moved me bodily as we came down from our shared high.

Gradually, we stilled, sweat wet between us in the warm summer night. I eased myself gently from her and moved to my back beside her, our hands lightly clasped, our breathing still heavy, but no longer synchronised. Catherine came up onto her elbow and leaned across to kiss me, a light kiss that turned into a long, shared moment that stopped time. She broke the kiss eventually and stared into my eyes, her breathing fast, light. She lowered her head and rested it on my chest, her arm loosely across me, her leg insinuating itself between mine as we lay.

"Ben?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

Silence for a moment, then her head turned and she kissed lightly at my chest. "Don't get a swollen head, or anything, but that was absolutely the best sex I ever had."

I squeezed her lightly. "Thank you, my love," I said, my voice gentle. "It was pretty damn good for me, too."

"I want more," she murmured. "As soon as possible."

"I need a little recovery time, Catherine, love, but so do I want more. After we make love again, it will probably be time for dinner."

"After dinner, more sex?"

"Yes, please," I laughed.

Catherine pushed herself up and looked at me, a half-smile on her face. "Chuck was usually finished on once a night, very rarely two, and you're promising me three?"

"More, if you don't kill me first," I said, laughing. I sobered. "If I can, as often as I can. I promise."

She grinned and lay her head on my chest again. "I'll hold you to that. Whose bed are we sleeping in tomorrow? Yours or mine?"

I smiled to myself as I realised the implication and promise behind her question. I chuckled. "Whose is bigger?"

Catherine giggled. "We'll have to try them both to find out. Yours first."

"Okay."

She was quiet for a while, then - "Ben?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm not too forward, am I?"

I laughed. "It might be me who's been backward, love. If I'd asked you out before we might have been doing this sooner."

She punched me lightly. "True, it's all your fault. So I'm forgiven?"

"Of course, although there's nothing to forgive."

"Good, because I want you again, and I'm going to try to get you started."

"Huh?"

Catherine giggled and pushed herself up, wriggling round until she was on her knees beside me. She took a light grasp of my limp prick, which twitched, whether from early excitement or late sensitivity I wasn’t sure. Catherine bent forward and kissed me lightly on the lips and I took the oportunity to cup her breast, her nipple hard against my palm. She sighed contentedly and just held her position for a moment, then slowly, reluctant, eased herself back, her head dropping to my groin and her tongue coming out to lick lightly the length of my prick.




Second Time Around



It twitched again and this time I knew it was returning interest, because I could feel it hardening. So could Catherine, for she gave me an arched eyebrow look and wink as she took the head of my prick into her mouth, licking, sucking, nipping lightly with her lips. I had a moment of that inspiration which seems to come so rarely to we men, and touched her head. She looked up enquiringly, my thickening prick between her lips.

"If you swing that luscious ass of yours round here, I can give you the benefit of my mouth, too." I arched my brows. "Yes?"

"You want to eat me?" she whispered, letting my prick slide from her mouth.

I nodded. "Yes, I do."

She shuddered. "Chuck never wanted to, after - are you sure?"

"Yes, love, certain. Come on, swing those hips over here."

Catherine wiggled round and lifted one leg over my head, then settled herself so that her pussy was inches from my face. "Okay there?" she said.

"Just a sec'," I said, and pulled a pillow under my head to give me a little more lift. I extended my tongue and stabbed her dead centre.

She jumped and giggled. "I guess you are," she said and her lips closed over my prick again, warm, wet, alive.

I gave a tentative lick at her pussy, tentative only because I wanted to be sure of my range, not because of any doubt. I ran my tongue the length of her slit, tasting her, tasting myself, a faint familiarity in the taste, throwing my mind back to hormonal surges in my experimental, adolescent self. Catherine had left the pubic hair on her mons, trimmed back only to her bikini line, but her lower lips were bare, swollen now, succulent, her pussy slightly open, a trickle of moisture in her slit. Not for long, as I entended my tongue again and swept her clean. I kissed her upper thighs, her lower lips, I licked, I sucked, and I pointed my tongue as hard as I could and pierced into her depths. She moaned softly around my prick, warm breath in exhalation stiffening me further.

We settled to a rhythm, almost in sync, my tongue slurping her length, or sluicing across her labia, occasionally flicking lightly at her clitoris, lightly because I knew from experience how sensitive that little portion of a woman's anatomy could get, while Catherine fucked my prick with her generous mouth, her head rising and falling as she licked and sucked, her tongue weaving patterns on me as she moved. I could feel that familiar strain building in me, the breathless tension that goes before climax and I knew it couldn't be long.

I began to move my tongue faster, pressing harder, giving more attention to the little nub of pleasure and in turn Catherine moved quicker. I was close now and I let a little moan trickle into my throat. I flicked her clitoris and felt her thighs clamp lightly on my head in reflex. Encouraged, I intensified my efforts and felt her grip tighten again. Her movements on my prick quickened and I was almost there, I knew it.

I flattened my tongue and swept it the full length of her sex, then flicked her clitoris again, trying to ignore the urgency that was rooted in my very core, but a flick of Catherine's tongue pushed me over the edge and she gulped and swallowed convulsively as I came, my seed jetting into her throat in five or six hard pulses. I had briefly paused as the climax took me, but I redoubled my assault on her sex. Maybe it was the excitement of my coming, maybe it was just that she was so nearly there herself, but it took only three strokes of my tongue and her thighs clamped on me, a mew of pleasure escaping past my prick and then the two of us were lost in the agony and the ecstasy of climax.

Long moments passed before Catherine almost painfully unclamped the grip of her thighs, my prick slipping from her mouth as she eased herself off me, turning, smiling, and laying down beside me, her head on my shoulder, the whole, warm, naked length of her against me.

"That was wonderful," she said. "You are an ace pussy-eater."

"And you, my love, are an equally ace cock-sucker."

Catherine laughed. "I can probably do better. I'm out of practice."

"I'm not sure I can take better," I said, hugging her. I glanced at my watch. "It's almost seven-thirty. A shower and a nap, before dinner?"

"Sounds great. Take turns in the shower, or together?" she said

"Together! That means you can wash my back, and I can wash your front!"

Catherine giggled. "Come on, then, before you trickle out of me completely."

The shower was fun, but it was mostly a sweet, wet time of caresses and kisses, warm hands on smooth, wet skin, nothing overtly sexual. We were still learning about each other, we knew we had the night to come and we just played. We snuggled together in the bed for forty minutes, kissing, caressing, saying the silly things that new lovers do, then dressed and presented ourselves at the restaurant a couple of minutes after nine. The meal was good, although I couldn't tell you now what we ate, but by eleven we were back in room seventeen. I'd only had one glass of wine, Catherine little more, and we were both excited at the prospect of spending the night together, evidenced by the rising bulge in my pants. I'd had to walk very carefully leaving the restaurant.

Catherine had taken my arm and was snuggled against me as we walked, humming some popular ditty whose title escaped me. As soon as I had closed the door of the room behind us, she was undressing, and by the time I’d turned from locking the door, she was naked on the bed, legs spread, smiling at me, her eyes smoky with her passion.

“I want you,” she said.

“And I want you,” I said. They were the only whole words either of us spoke for ages as we explored each other’s bodies again, our mouths working overtime to excite each other, fingers stroking, using our bodies to stimulate each other. It was the most intense involvement I’d had with a woman for years and when my prick finally slid easily into Catherine’s soaking-wet pussy I was as hard as I’d ever been. We were so excited that I knew it could only be a matter of moments before I came, and I was startled when after only three or four strokes of my prick Catherine cried out wordlessly and I could feel the pulsing of her pussy as her orgasm washed over her.

The excitement tipped me easily over the precipice of climax I’d been skirting and my vision almost blurred with the intensity of my own climax, my seed surging from me in intense bursts which drained me. The two of us were drawing in deep, shuddering breaths as we fought to regain equilibrium and long moments passed before I withdrew weakly and collapsed to my back beside Catherine. She rolled over into me, her leg going between mine and her arm coming across my chest. She murmured something but when I spoke there was no answer, and I realised almost with shock that she was asleep, so drained was she. The next thing I knew was the bed moving as she came back from the bathroom. I looked at the green display of the bedside clock. Three-fifty.

She settled beside me, moving carefully so as not to wake me, and she smelled fresh and felt slightly damp when I put my arm around her. She chuckled and stretched to kiss me.

“I was trying not to wake you,” she murmured. “I had to take a shower, you were running out of me.”

“It will be a while before I can manage to replace your lost liquids, madam,” I said, teasing.

Catherine giggled. “Probably just as well, because I need sleep!” She reached down and squeezed my prick. “But I want him again, soon as I’m properly awake.”

“Do our best to oblige, ma’am,” I said, giving her a quick caress from throat to knee, with just a little emphasis at breast and mons. She made me do it again before we slept.

I didn’t wake normally. Catherine woke me by licking at my prick as if it was a popsicle. By the time I’d gathered my scattered wits my prick was acting independently and well on its way to being hard. Catherine smiled around my prick when she realised my upper brain was functioning and gave me a wink as she worked. I lay back, enjoying. I was disappointed when she removed her hot mouth, but my disappointment vapourised as she moved to straddle me, shuffling forward so that she was poised above my hot, hard length then lowering herself slowly, sensuously feeding me into her hot wetness, the folds of her core enveloping me, squeezing me, pure sensation as she took my full length within herself.

She took my hands and raised them to her breasts, the nipples hard with her want, her eyes on me, warmth in their smoky depths as she rode me slowly to the violent tumult of a shared climax, my hips almost bucking her off as her measured pace took me to exquisite agony-ecstasy. 

Breakfast was taken late, partly because there was no rush, partly because we’d wanted to make love again and didn’t intend to rush it. It was almost eleven before I drove out of the car park. Catherine looked back with a rueful look. She looked across at me and smiled.

“Good memories,” she said.

“The best.”

“Ben?”

“Mmm?”

“When we get home?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I pack a bag and come and stay with you? While the girls are at camp?” She was hesitant.

I reached across and took her hand, squeezing her fingers. “As long as you like.”

“I have Monday and Tuesday off. Wednesday I’m back at work.”

“Okay,” I said. “I’m well ahead on my current contract so I can afford to take a couple of days off. What would you like to do?”

“Make love,” she said instantly.

I grinned at her. “What were you planning to do with my corpse?”

Catherine laughed. “Okay, I concede. I might need to let you have the occasional rest, but can we make love every night?”

“Morning, too, if I can manage it.”

She frowned. “Am I too demanding, Ben?”

“Never! As long as I can manage an erection, it’s yours, sweetheart.” I reached across and squeezed her hand. The road was easy, the traffic light, and we held hands for the next fifteen miles, just chatting. It was a long time since I’d been able to talk so easily to a woman. Catherine reminded me of Lisa, my five-years dead wife. Not in looks, but in personality, with the same simple, lusty, active joy in love-making, and positive outlook on life.

By the time we were approaching home, it was late afternoon. We stopped briefly at Catherine’s house, while she checked that everything was okay, and packed a bag, and we reached the house that Judy and I shared just after seven-thirty. We’d stopped briefly and picked up some Chinese food and we sat at the kitchen table, elbows on the table, feeding each other with chopsticks. Clearing up was the work of moments, and we sat for a while with a glass of wine, but shortly before nine we went upstairs hand-in-hand and into my bedroom.

Lisa’s photograph was on the dresser and Catherine picked it up. She looked across at me, her face solemn. “How long is it now, Ben?”

“Just over five years.”

“You still miss her.” It wasn’t a question.

“Every day. I just have to look at Judy.”

“I can see the resemblance.” Catherine smiled wryly, putting the photograph back on the dresser. “Ben, I feel as if I’m intruding.”

I moved across to her quickly, taking her hands. “No, Catherine. You are not intruding.” I glanced across at Lisa’s picture, taken before her illness. The laughing face, the blonde hair, blue eyes. “When we knew she was dying, Lisa got me to make a promise.”

“A promise?”

“Yes. She said I wasn’t to mourn her for ever, that if I found someone, even if it was the day after the funeral, I must go on living.”

“And?”

“I said I would, of course. I would have said anything to please Lisa, but she made me swear. I never thought I would meet anyone, of course.” I looked into Catherine’s eyes. “Now, I have.”

Catherine moved forward and was in my arms, her head on my shoulder. I just held her for a while, then released her. “Do you want the bathroom first?”

Catherine laughed, taking my hands. “How big is your tub?”

I laughed. “Ample for two, and it’s a whirlpool tub.”

“Excellent,” said Catherine and started to undress.

I don’t know if it was the moment, simple tiredness or what, but for some reason we didn’t make love that night. We made up for it in the morning, the two of us coming to a shattering climax together. We showered, with much tickling and caressing, and nine-thirty saw us in the car again. We’d decided just to play tourist and we spent the day visiting antique shops, historical monuments and the like. We dined at a little seafood restaurant I knew near the marina. Over-priced, but the food was good. Nine-thirty saw us home again. Nine-thirty-one saw us in bed.

Next day was more of the same, except that we were in bed by nine. Wednesday, Catherine had to be at work. I drove her to the library, wondering what her colleagues would make of the smartly-dressed, confident woman that she was in place of the dowdy mouse of the previous week.

“Ben, I’m announcing to the world that I have decided to live again,” she’d said to me. “If anyone asks what changed my mind I shall merely point at you and probably get a silly smile on my face. I’m sorry, it’s just the way I feel.”

I laughed. “The silly smile will probably just be a reflection of mine, love.” I kissed her. “I’ll pick you up here at one.”

I went home, actually did some work, although I was a good week ahead on my contract, and at one I was waiting for Catherine outside the library. She was prompt and we drove to the mall. We grabbed some Mexican snack food and strolled hand-in-hand window-shopping. Gradually I steered her round to my chosen destination. Like a lot of women, a jewellery store window was almost irresistible to her and she was happy to look. I took a deep breath and Catherine’s hand and moved her away, to a conveniently empty bench. We sat and I took her hands in mine.

“Catherine, there’s something I want to ask you?”

She smiled. “So ask.”

“How well do you get on with Judy?”

Catherine looked startled for a moment, then smiled. “Very well, Ben, she’s almost like a second daughter.”

“I’ve been wondering about that. I get on great with Annie, too. How do you feel about us making them sisters?” I held my breath.

Catherine looked at me, eyes enormous, her expression solemn. “Ben, are you asking me to marry you?”

“Yes, I am. Catherine Johnson, will you marry me?”

She stared at me for a moment, then flung her arms around my neck. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

I held her, my heart full, oblivious to the curious looks and knowing smiles of the passers-by. Catherine disentangled herself and sat up, love in her eyes, a smile on her face. I indicated the jewellery store. “Shall we get the ring?”

Smiling, Catherine shook her head. “Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“Ben, I think Annie and Judy need to know before we do anything else, and I’d like them to help pick a ring.”

I grinned. “Fine by me. We’re visiting them on Saturday, so we can talk about it with them then. Shall we see if Trout River Lodge has room seventeen available for Friday and Saturday?”

Catherine grinned back at me. “Yes!”

We spent the rest of the week in a haze of love, early nights and wonderful sex. I picked Catherine up outside the library on Friday and by ten that evening we were in bed in room seventeen. Next morning was the first morning we hadn’t made love before breakfast since the previous weekend, but at nine-thirty we were among the first visitors at the camp. Judy and Annie were waiting for us, both in shorts and t-shirts, tanned, happy, arms linked. Judy hugged me and turned naturally to Catherine, hugging her too, while Annie was equally naturally performing the same manoeuvre in the opposite order.

“And how are our two favourite girls?” I said.

“We’re great, Daddy,” said Judy. She blushed a little. “There are some really nice boys here.”

I laughed. “Come on, get in the car. We got permission to take you out for lunch, as long as we have you back by five. Anything you need to fetch, get it now.”

The girls looked at each other. “No,” said Annie, “we have everything we need.”

The four of us got in the car and I drove us down to the bay, where I knew we could get a good meal later. When we’d parked, I turned to the two girls as they sat together in the back.

“We have a question for the two of you,” I said with a smile.

“A question?” Judy frowned.

“What sort of question?” said Annie.

“A very important one,” Catherine said. She took a deep breath. “How would you like to be sisters?”

They got it immediately, and - thank God - there was delight on both faces. The girls hugged each other and us and then there was a babble of questions. It took an hour before we got moving again. There was no decent jewellery store on the bay, but that didn’t matter. Three weeks later the four of us went shopping together. The distaff vote was a unanimous decision in favour of a simple solitaire diamond, which wiped out my bonus for my last job but which is money I have never regretted spending. I bought the girls matching bracelets as mementos of the occasion. They wear them constantly.

That all happened a year ago, and Catherine and I have now been married for five months. Catherine is pregnant, and the girls have told us they want a baby brother. We’ve told them they’ll have to wait and see, just like us. 



Second Time Around



I stared at him with downcast eyes. It was almost two weeks since I last humped my brother in the backseat of my car and as I see him sitting across the family dining table, I couldn't help but feel something between my legs throb. He still looked so yummy, the muscles on his arms were to die for as he reached for the bowl of mashed potatoes. We continued to cast each other meaningful glances, oblivious of my whole family gathered around for Thanksgiving. He just sat there, eyeing my boobs through the sheer fabric of my dress and when I stood up to gather the wine glasses, I knew he was staring at my long legs up to the round curve of my butt.

In the middle of conversation, I could see my sister leaning over to Danny's ear and squeezing his thigh. I momentarily felt the sudden urge to scratch her eyes out…so this must be what they call sibling rivalry. So I concentrated back on pouring the wine when my date came up behind me and naughtily ran his hand up the back of my sundress. With Danny's arrival for the festivities, I momentarily forgot the fact that I invited a college friend over for Thanksgiving dinner. His name was Mark, and despite countless times of making out with him in my room, and blowjobs that make him cum in a millisecond, his cock was nothing compared to Danny. 

"Cut it out." I hissed, trying hard to steady my hand in holding the bottle.

"Hmm…what's underneath this baby?" Mark murmured behind me, gently touching his arousal against my ass. I looked behind him, my family was too engrossed with the conversation that they didn't notice Mark slightly grinding his hips on mine. I felt his thick dick poking me through the thin dress. 

"Stop it. My Dad might look this way!" I said, leaving him at the counter while I went with the rest of the family to the den for the Thanksgiving toast. Normally, Mark's seductions would get me hot, but with Danny's presence that night, all I could think of was sucking his big cock and driving it inside me to a hilt. But my sister was here, and I had a date too.

We gathered inside the den, consuming two bottles of wine. When everyone was semi-drunk, my father decided to call it a night and escorted my siblings towards the guest rooms. Danny hasn't spoken a word to me eversince he arrived, just lustful glances and a smirk whenever Mark would attempt slipping his hand through my dress when noone was looking.

"Lizzie, are you coming up?" My dad asked when everyone else finally secluded themselves inside the rooms.

"Um, I just have to see Mark to the door Dad..I'll come up soon." I smiled gingerly. Well, if I wasn't getting Danny's cock tonight, I might as well settle with this one. Danny was waiting for me by the den and when I walked over to lead him to the door, he suddenly pulled me down on the couch and fumbled for the zipper of my dress, pulling it down in one quick stroke. His mouth was on mine, pushing his tongue almost to the crevice of my throat while his hands groped and squeezed my tits.

"Hmm Baby…let's fuck." He groaned, while I opened his jeans and massaged his now massive boner.

"Yeah..yeah that's it Babe." He groaned again as I sucked his cock, my head bobbing up and down in a frantic motion. His hand keep pushing my head as he fucked my face, and I almost gagged as I felt the tip of his cock reaching down my throat. I was getting so horny, that I placed my hand on my clit and rubbed furiously while I sucked his dick, but just when I was about to pull my thong down, I felt Mark's balls tighten and his cum began shooting itself recklessly down my throat. I was caught in a haze, that some of his sperm escaped my lips and trickled down my chin. I wiped them off quickly and looked at him. His eyes were semi-closed and he had this pitiful Cheshire cat grin.

"I'm sorry Liz, I just got turned on. You're so fucking good at giving head, I just had to cum." His apologies came in a flurry and I knew it was deadshot. He probably wouldn't be able to get it up again. What a loser. I began to wonder why I date this stupid prick in the first place! 

I finally did lead him to the front door and gave a wistful goodbye. Literally that jerk just left me high and dry. I was so God-damned horny, I almost felt desperate. As I turned off the lights and dragged my butt up to my room, it suddenly dawned to me what my sister and Danny were doing. She's had a couple of glasses that night too, so she must be sleeping by now. I shook my head, I couldn't possibly try anything tonight. My family were all here! Just imagine everyone's shock.

When I took my clothes off I decided to take a shower, with everyone else settled in, I was sure nobody would be using it but me.

"Hmm.." I hummed, feeling the warm water trickle down my body as I smoothed more soap on my big boobs. I was doing just that when I heard the bathroom door click, and I spun around to see Danny standing outside the shower wearing only a pair of boxers. I just stared at him. He was quiet until he joined me underneath the water and took the soap in his hands.

He began soaping me all the way from my boobs down to my shaven pussy. I couldn't help but moan.

"Been a bad girl Lizzie?" He crooned.

"What?" My eyes opened.

"Fucking some young college boy huh? Lemme show you how it is to be really fucked by a man!" He hissed…dropping down on his knees and spreading my legs wide.

I was surprised on how the sensations consumed me. He took my pussy in his mouth and began flicking the clit with his tongue, sucking and probing at the same time. It was driving me up to a wall, when he asked me to place my right leg on his shoulder so he can eat me more.

"Ooohhh Danny.." I murmured, my hands resting on his shoulder, while he continued to tease my clit with his tongue and slipped two fingers into my wet cunt. He slowly finger fucked me while rolling and slurping away on my nub. I began to buck my hips towards his face and his fingers began to fuck me faster.

"Uhhh baby…that's it.!" I continued moaning and his fingers went faster. 

"Now tell me you just want me bitch." Danny said, looking up at me while his fingers and tongue were bringing me close to nirvana.

"Yes Danny…oh just you baby…cmon keep fucking my cunt!" I tried to lower my voice down but when I felt that grip on my tummy, I knew I was letting it go. I came with a force so new to me that I started to think that Danny was the only person who could do this. My love juice came pouring down, and he sucked and licked at it as if there was no tomorrow, his face covered with pussy juice.

"Ohh yeah.." I leaned on the wall behind me, when Danny pulled me to his chest and kissed me passionately, his tongue darting with mine. I threw my arms around him and I felt a hand reaching for a breast, he lowered his head and sucked greedily on a taut nipple. 

"Fuck…I missed these big tits." He groaned while I slipped a hand to his engorged manhood, smoothing my wet palms up and down his shift. It felt even bigger from the last time I held it. Danny straightened up and stared into my eyes.

"Suck my cock Liz, I want you to suck it good, the way you sucked that college boyfriend of yours." He grinned almost devilishly, pushing me down to meet his throbbing dick. So he saw what happened earlier. His cock slapped my cheeks teasingly and I gave him a flirty smile as I slightly licked the ip, circling my tongue on the slit and just tenderly playing with it's big head. 

"That's it my little slut, suck it good.." Danny said, caressing my hair. With that I dove to his balls, enclosing it all inside my hot mouth while I moved my hand to his length. I cupped his balls within the walls of my mouth, sucking it with a frantic need. I then focused on his hard cock, finally engulfing my entire mouth on the shaft, pushing it fiercely inside while he rocked his hips in motion. He kept fucking my face, harder inside until I felt it on my throat. He tasted so fucking sweet, and he was so big, I swear I wanted to stick that dick inside my mouth forever.

"Hmmm baby, that's it…yeah bitch keep doing that.."

I only moaned in response, loving his hardness when he quickly pulled me up and I gasped when my blowjob came to a halt.

"Yes sweet Liz, I know you're a good cocksucker…but I want this pussy." He deftly touched the folds of my cunt, finding it soaking wet.

"Always the hot little cunt aren't we?" He grinned, turning me against him and bending me at the waist.

I couldn't say anything, I was so fucking horny, that all I wanted was for him to fuck me hard.

"Now tell me Lizzie, what do you want?"

"I…I want your cock inside me." I murmured, his hardon teasingly poked me near my vaginal lips.

"Hmm, your pussy is mine bitch. I don't want to see any more useless pricks around you, is that clear?" He took my hair in his hands and stared into my eyes.

"Yes Danny…please baby…please fuck me now." I begged, bucking my pussy against his cock.

I didn't have to ask him twice, he slid into me hard and hot that I gasped in surprise. I reached towards the knobs of the shower and leaned to it as he fucked me fast, his cock sliding in and out , my wetness making him slip like a hot knife into butter. 

"Ahhh Liz…that's my sweet slut…" Danny groaned , pushing harder that I felt him reaching my womb, his movements were driving me wild as I felt his prick thrusting inside me like a pistol.

"Yeah baby, cmon fuck your little bitch…make me cum baby!" I groaned back, rocking my hips against his so I can feel more of his brutal thrusts. My cunt was stretching to accommodate his 9 inch boner and I felt so horny feeling it inside me,. One hand he placed on my hips, drawing me closer to his erection while the other hand reached up front to fondle my clit. This took me in a frenzy, his cock filling me while my clit reacted to his touch. It was sending all sorts of sensations to the hotness of pussy that I felt an orgasm creeping to my core.

"I'm cuming Baby…oh Danny I'm cumming."

"Yeah slut, cum give Danny all your juice…" He rocked back and forth, moving faster and faster, sending me off to a distant pleasure.

"Ahhh…baby…fuck me hard! Faster…uhhh!" I groaned, this time a little louder and careless of everything…I felt my pussy wrapping tightly against his cock, until I felt a warm trickle flowing down his dick and my senses dipped into oblivion when I kept cumming and cumming…my juice everywhere. It lasted longer than my usual orgasms, my whole body continued to accept his thrusts.

"That's it…that's my baby girl…That's a good girl Lizzie.." Danny whispered, his movements still thrusting, aiming for his own orgasm. I welcomed his erection, letting him slip faster and faster into my sopping cunt. It felt so good…so hard…but he must have sensed that the position was hurting me, so he masterfully pulled me up and leaned my back against the wall while his arms supported my wide spread legs and he slipped his hard cock back into my pussy and fucked me standing up.

He was like a mafman, pining me there and moving his cock harder and harder into me…as if punishing me. I frolicked in all the sensations he was giving me thougb as he leaned his head towards a an erect nipple and sucked like a needy child.

"Oh baby…" I murmured, pushing his tongue on my boob while he continued his thrusts.

"You've been a bad girl Lizzie.." He teased, rolling a nipple with his tongue that made me bite my lip as he slipped hotter and hotter into me.

"I'm just your bad little slut Danny baby…please fuck me like this all the time…" I gasped when I felt him thrust one long time until I felt he was getting close.

"I'm getting there baby…" He was about to withdrew his cock, when I stopped him.

"I'm on the pill now Danny…please pop it inside me…" I almost begged, feeling my head go up and down against the wall while he expertly screwed me standing up.

"Okay…okay baby…I'm cumming…!!!" He groaned within the folds of my damp hair, thrusting and thrusting until I felt his warm cum spreading itself through my pussy over to my womb. I felt him hot and wanting, his sperm mixing with my pussy juice…

"Uhh babe…" He was still groaning, until one final thrust signaled that he cleaned everything inside me. Slowly I slid down on my toes and felt the shower against my body washing away our mixed juices.

"I meant it." Danny said behind me and he had a stern look on his face.

"What?" I answered.

He took me inside his arms and gave me a long wet, French kiss that made my knees wobble again.

"I don't want any other guy fucking you Liz." 

"Then you have to fuck me as much as possible." I replied defiantly. "And make me your bitch."

He just held me there, not knowing what to say when a laugh erupted from me.

"And what is that all about?" He asked, running his hands over my baby with soap.

"I was just thinking, what if you came inside the bathroom and stepped into the shower, and found out it wasn't me in here…but maybe my dad?" The thought was ultimately scary, not to mention repulsive.

"I wouldn't stumble upon your dad…ever."

"And why is that?"

His answer was wicked and at the same time gave meaning to the sexual relationship we were starting to brew.

"Because as far as I know, you're the only hot cunt that would be waiting for me in here, and leave the door unlocked."



Second Time Around



"So, is your list done?" Kate Aachen looked at her daughter then back to Mimi. 

"Yep." Sophie handed a piece of paper to Mimi and shrugged. "There's only three of us. You're sure it's okay?"

Mimi nodded. "Of course it is, there's nothing worse than being at weddings and having no one of your own age to talk to. Anyway, it's only the reception." 

"I wish you two had done something a little fancier." Kate sighed. "We could have helped."

"No." Mimi's voice was level, unwavering in her decision. "We wanted something simple with people we care about. That's all that matters to us; so long as there's us and our families and whoever else can make it over here then that's all we care about. Anyway, Sven suggested we throw a party for everyone else back in Blighty."

"Well," Kate's hands flew upward, conceding defeat. "It's your choice."

"It is." Mimi said. "My dad is disappointed. He told me as much on the phone this morning. Still, whatever; he's always been flashy."

"No, everyone has to do their own thing." Kate agreed. "You know, I saw your little interview in The Times magazine."

"You did?" Mimi could feel her cheeks colouring up, the thought that she'd been featured in the national press was bizarre. "It's still so surprising to me."

"Well," Kate said. "I couldn't miss it, could I? When Sven told us I was so proud I went straight out to get a copy. You see," she said, "there's more paths to take."

"Art meant the world to me. Still does."

"Of course. I remember when I had to stop dancing; I was utterly heartbroken. I lay in bed for six months and then Michael said I should come and help on the farm. I used to hate it and then, it just became my life. I left London, came here, got married and had the kids. All of that stuff."

"And that was that." Mimi said, her heart sinking. "Still." She smiled. "It's good. I'm helping others and I get to work at something I like."

"And that's all that matters. I'd put on a bit of Ravel or Profkiev sometimes and try to do some of the simpler steps. The kids would look at me like I'd gone mad."

Sophie nodded. "I remember you teaching me the positions; first, second, third in the kitchen."

"Yes." Kate nodded. "And you'd wear your little ballet shoes. We'd hold the counter top and practise, wouldn't we?"

Mimi shrugged. "I was too fat for ballet. My mum tried to make me go when I was small but even then, I could see that I wasn't like the other girls that did it. I was much happier with my sketchbook. Olivia and I used to sit in the front room and draw each other then we'd show each other our papers and we would have given each other warts and terrible hair or too many teeth." She grinned. 

"I should expect we had better get back." Kate gestured towards a waitress, requested the bill. "Inventory is the dullest job in the world but it has to be done."

"Would you like a hand?" Mimi asked, pulling her wallet from her bag. "I'm not too bad with spreadsheets."

"No, don't worry." Kate shook her head. "Alec has completely changed the cataloguing system and he's very precious about it. Frankly, it's an absolute nightmare. For twenty five years I had every single ledger and inventory sheet balanced and in perfect order then Alec says we have to move everything to the computer and now I don't even know." She waved her hand, smiled at the approaching waiter. "Anyway, I'm sure Sven could do with some help. He's counting bottles in the warehouse."

Now that it was summer and the vines were springing to life, the lake glittering beneath her, Mimi could see just why Kate was happy to leave London behind. In front of her, the white warehouse loomed upward from behind a wall of carefully planted trees oriented to hide it from view. At the front of the building was a high, wide door that slid all the way open on heavy steel runners. There was a smaller door cut into the front of it and it was this door that was propped open with what turned out to be a misshapen chunk of concrete. Mimi knocked a couple of times, stepped through into the cool space. It was vast; crates and boxes were piled up in metal frames that were neatly named and numbered by crop, yield and year. 

"Over here." Sven's voice came back at her, disembodied and surreal in the low lighting. 

Mimi trotted past a few aisles before finding herself quite unable to find him. "That's not helping." she laughed. "You're going to have to be more specific."

"2011 Chasselas." He called. "Half way down, left hand side." He grinned to himself, listening for her footsteps until she finally appeared around the end of the aisle.

"Hey you." He dropped the sheaf of papers he was holding on a small step ladder, nodded towards the bottles. "Have you come to give me a hand?"

"Something like that." Mimi said. "Lunch is in twenty minutes." 

"Good." Sven said. "Have a productive morning in Lausanne?"

"I did." Mimi nodded. "It's pretty. I can see why your mother was happy to leave London." 

"It's fucking boring." He said. "Honestly, most of the time when I lived here I was bored off my tits."

Mimi laughed, gave his arm a playful squeeze. "Well, city boy, let's get to work. What do we have to do?"

"It's easy." Sven turned, grabbed the papers again watched as Mimi tilted her head to the side scrutinising the data carefully. He watched the muscles in her neck move in a single, fluid movement, the thin chain she wore glinting in the light. "All you do is check that the number of crates in this column matches the actual number of crates on the shelf." He gestured to the space on the page and looked back at her. She was dressed simply in a thin summer dress and sandals, her hair pulled up off her neck. He was then completely aware of how bored he'd been and how badly he wanted to push her against the shelves, bottles be damned. "Ninety-nine per cent of the time there's no problem but occasionally there's the odd box here or there that a company took as a sample or that Alec forgot to adjust when some supermarket buyer got a few bottles for Christmas, you know, that kind of thing. If they've been opened then write down the number that's printed along the bottom of the crate, here." He gestured to another space. "Then Alec can deal with it. All we have to do is to make sure that the crates make sense."

"Okay." Mimi grabbed the sheets off him. "Where do I start? I see you've done a fair amount already." 

"After lunch." 

"Jesus." Mimi found herself smiling despite her vague annoyance, flattered by his attention. "Stop grabbing me." She planted her hands on his chest, kissed him on the mouth. "Mind on the job."

"We're meant to be on holiday." He protested.

"We said we'd help your parents." Mimi raised an eyebrow at him. "How about we take a walk later. I'll pack a blanket, a bottle of wine. Your mother was telling me that this year has been particularly successful."

"You smell so good." He kissed her neck, pulled her close to him. 

"Oh, no." Mimi freed herself from his grip, grabbed the half finished inventory. "Not today you don't. Not now." She watched him pout, shook her head. "Honestly, I don't know what's got into you recently. The sun comes out and you're like a dog in heat." Mimi swatted him playfully on the bottom with the clipboard. "I'll start here, then. You take the top shelf, I'll do the bottom." She nodded to the end of the aisle and settled to counting bottles, wrote the corresponding number in the correct column and added a tick next to the estimate. Mimi repeated the process from one end while Sven did the same at the other, a single piece of paper in his hand, a pen tucked behind his ear.

"First person to finish their row gets to pick." Mimi said. She didn't look up, simply kept counting the large, wooden crates. "See it as an incentive."

"What?" Sven asked, not looking up.

"If I finish my row first then I get to choose everything we do for the next 24 hours - sex included - and if you do; Well, then you get to pick." 

"Oh?" He smirked, "Really?"

Mimi nodded, gave him a sideways smile. "Yep. I think that's fair."

"I've been doing this a long time, you know?"

"I know." Mimi nodded. "But I'm not the one having to keep moving the ladder as I go."

"I'm still pretty fast." Sven protested, "Plus I have longer legs and I'm better with numbers."

Mimi laughed. Sven was right but she felt like she'd nailed it. It wasn't a hard task, just repetitive and utterly boring. "I can count, than you. This coming from someone with the attention span of a small dog."

Sven barked at her, scrawled in the relevant place on his paper and jumped off the ladder. "See what I mean?" He teased, moved the ladder forward another foot.

"I only have these left." Mimi gestured towards the last few crates. "They're big. Easy to get through." 

"Not if you don't have a pen." Sven leant down and grabbed the biro from her hand. 

"Give it back." Mimi narrowed her eyes at him. "Don't be a dick, it's not fair."

"Come up here." he said. 

Mimi shook her head. "Don't be stupid, I'm not climbing up there to get it." She strode off towards the back of the warehouse. In the right corner was a desk strewn with office supplies. Behind her, Sven clattered down the ladder and ran over, his hand outstretched. 

"Take it." He said, offering up the biro. 

"Nope." She shrugged, breezing past him toward her abandoned clip board. "Don't need it. I have these." She waved a handful of pens at him and returned to marking down quantities. "You'd better hurry up. This is it." 

"Oh no." Sven bounded back to the shelf, manically trying to do the maths in his head. He grabbed the piece of paper and snatched up the ballpoint he'd been using. Much to his dismay he found it had run out. "Fuck."

"What's that?" Mimi looked up at him, dropped the clipboard on a crate. "I'm finished."

"Bollocks." he looked down at her, laughing. "Can I, uh-"

"You want to borrow my pen?" she laughed. "Were you like this in school? All the way through college? Take it."

"Thanks." He added his final numbers to the bottom of the list marked Chasselas 2011 and clanked down the ladder.

"Heh." Mimi curled her arms around him, kissed him. "I win."

"Beginner's luck." Sven said. "You just wait. We've got a whole load of work to finish up yet. Tomorrow, you can help me cut back the vines and then we'll see."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mimi asked, "I can work a pair of cutters."

"But it's dirty and hot and a total pain in the backside." Sven mocked. "Might ruin your nails."

"Like you, then." Mimi laughed and let him kiss her hard. "Lift your shirt." she whispered.

"Why? Have you changed your mind?"

"Of course not." Mimi shook her head. "But I am the winner and I did find this Sharpie on the desk." She waved the marker at him, grinning and catlike. 

"Aw, shit."

"Don't act like you don't like it." Mimi shook her head, an amused smirk playing about her lips. She reached forward, her body pressed against his, her hand cupping the tender flesh between his thighs. "I think it's important that you don't forget who is in charge here." she kissed his neck, pulled the lid off the marker. "Have a little something under your shirt for me. I'd love that."

Sven pulled up the thin cotton of his t-shirt, his chest filling with the familiar light, thrill of adrenaline. "Nothing too big, please. I don't want the others to see it."

"Oh, goodness, no." Mimi smiled, began etching letters across his left pectoral muscle. For a moment she felt she could feel his heart beating beneath her curled hand. She smiled to herself and left another kiss beside the letters. "There." she smiled. "Perfect." 

"Horny Brat." Sven grinned. "I guess."

"I know." Mimi laughed. "Underneath, I put cunt licking whore but I don't think you can see that because your hand-" She broke off, moved his hand to the side. "Your hand was in the way."

"Oh." Sven blushed, found himself once more desperate for her. "Thank you, Ma'am."

"Just in case you forget your job for later." Mimi's smile was pure sugar that seemed to hit him right in the gut and left him light-headed, his palms sweating like an overgrown schoolboy. 

"Christ." He let his t-shirt drop and kissed her again, drawing a laugh from Mimi as he pushed her against the shelves, his hands winding into her hair. 

"If it makes things easier," Mimi whispered, "I am so fucking wet for you right now."

"Nope." He sighed, his mouth inches from hers. "Really not helping." 

###

"You can both take the afternoon off if you like." Kate smiled over at Mimi, shut the dishwasher. "It's a beautiful day, I hate to think of you both cooped up in that sweaty warehouse all afternoon." 

"Oh," Mimi smiled, took a sip of her water. "I really don't mind. We actually got through most of it pretty fast. We only have a few more aisles to do and then we're done." 

"Are you definitely sure?" Kate's face was dashed with concern. "It's not much of a holiday, is it?" 

"Mom, don't worry. I did it every summer for ten years when I was younger. Plus, Mimi doesn't mind, do you?" Sven looked over at Mimi, grabbed a bottle of water. "We're fine."

The woman nodded, watched them head out of the back door. "Well," she sighed, "If you're sure." 

Sven nodded, let the kitchen door close shut behind them. 

"It's like they're burning." He fell into step next to Mimi. "All the way through lunch." He sighed.

Mimi chuckled. "When Alec asked what we had planned for the afternoon I thought for a moment you might even break." she nudged him in the ribs, laced their fingers together. 

"Your laughing didn't help. Thanks for that." He sighed. "Smirking away behind your napkin. Don't think I didn't see."

"I know." Mimi nodded. She crunched over the gravel and ushered Sven inside the cool shade of the warehouse. "It's not too hot in here." 

"I know. If we split up with the shelves, you take the right and I'll take the left. What are you doing?" Sven watched as Mimi closed the door, wedged the chunk of concrete in front of it.

"There's no reason for anyone else to be here, is there?' she asked. "No reason why anyone would come down here?"

Sven didn't answer, just pulled her in and kissed her again, his body pressed against hers. She smiled up at him, pulled his t-shirt off. The air smelt of wood and tannin and, behind it, the comforting musk of his aftershave. Together, hands fumbling in the gloam, they moved back, the air filled with nothing but the sound of their breathing and the scuffle of feet on the poured concrete. 

"Here." Mimi dragged him towards a shelf, her hands wound around his neck. "Oh, babe, just do it."

"Not here." He breathed, "There's some palets at the back, we can go there. Easier." He explained, pulling her with undisguised urgency through the maze of shelves. Against the back wall a little way off from the desk, where Mimi had grabbed the pen was a small, neat stack of palates. Mimi moved to sit down but Sven pulled her close, twirling her toward him. "Take your dress off." he said, "Lie on it. You'll get splinters in your ass otherwise."

"Oh." Mimi laughed, pulled off the cheap cotton to reveal mis-matched underwear. She lay out the dress, sat on it, silently hoping it would stand up to its task. "We should have just gone upstairs."

"Too obvious."

Mimi sucked at his lip, nodded. "Not as fun, either." Her hands parted the zipper on his jeans, pulled out his already leaking member. "Needy." She breathed the word into his neck, her thighs parting. 

"All the way through lunch." He sighed, as though she had cursed him irredeemably. "Oh, fuck, the moment you started writing I was so turned on."

"I think-" The breath caught in her throat as he entered her, her underwear pushed to the side, her voice melted into a satisfied purr. "I think it was before that."

"It's here, you know." He confessed. "Right over there." He nodded to a thick beam that was a few feet in front of them. "That first night we met. I told you about-"

"What a filthy, horny boy you were." She laughed. "And now you're actually getting fucked in here."

"Second time around." He sighed, his voice rough. "Oh, fuck. I swear, the fucking weather-" he broke off as Mimi kissed him again, lying out, pulling him into her so that he had to stoop awkwardly. Sven could feel a thick splinter already working it's way into his hand but ignored it; pleasure elsewhere outweighing pain. "Your fucking ass in that dress. I've been wanting to pull it up all damn day." 

"I wanted you to," she sighed, her voice dripping between the thrusts. "I wanted you to fuck me from behind." she admitted, "Grind in your lap and make you beg for it. Make you lick me."

Sven grunted again, upped the pace as Mimi gripped him, her thighs curled around his hips meeting his movement. "What does your label say?" she breathed, her fingers bedded into his shoulder.

"My...uh..." For a moment Sven had forgotten what she meant he was so fixated on fucking her but the second after that he felt the light headedness come back, like all the blood had disappeared from his chest and headed straight to his cock. "I'm your horny brat. Your cunt...licking...whore." 

"Yes, baby." Mimi pulled him in, kissed him awkwardly. "You feel so good." She said. "I want you to come, baby." 

"Yes."

"Come in me then get on your knees and lick up your mess, baby. You know how I like that."

Sven mewled into her neck. He knew very well just how much she liked it, though fulfilling her request was something that he had a complex relationship with. On one hand, he found it awful; embarrassing in the extreme to lick up his own emissions and so, in that typically submissive way, because he knew how much she loved him to do it, it became utterly arousing. 

After that, his desire to please her was agitated further when she slid her hand between them, began rubbing at her aching Clit as they fucked. They had talked about it before and though Mimi had reassured him that she liked it, there was still some acutely male, greediness that it was not him alone that was making her spasm with pleasure. He knew that his mouth had the desired effect, that she would curse and grip the sheets when he took his time and fucked her from behind or lay back and let her engulf him. Now, however, in the face of passion and gluttonous expediency she lay out and let him fill her, luxuriating in the way he felt against her, the comfort of his body against hers, pushing her flat against the crates. 

Mimi urged him on, knew he was close because of the way his movements changed and, in kind, rubbed herself harder. Sven shifted against her and groaned loudly, moving faster now his hips slamming hard against her. 

"Shut up." Mimi whispered the words against his neck, flicked his ear in reproach. Moments after, she added a breathless litany of curses, her body shuddering beneath him, words lost to orgasm. It was her slick spasms that brought the same to him, his hand jammed into her hip as he bloomed lily white between the dark of her thighs. 

For a few moments they lay still, Mimi grinning against his salt graced neck. "You'd better get on your knees." she breathed. "You're so good at that, I want another one. Your tongue this time."

"Stop it." Sven kissed her and moved, tucked his wilting member back into his jeans. "You don't need to sugar coat it."

"Oh?" Mimi raised an eyebrow, sat up on her elbows. "Have you changed your mind about this? Do you like it now?"

"You like it and I get to spend more time between those thighs of yours so," he hesitated, pulled a lupine smile at her. "I guess that's what I like."

"Are you blushing?" Mimi leant forward, ignored the dampness between her legs. "You are!" she laughed. "Come here." she pulled him forward, his face cupped in her palms. "I love you, baby." she purred, her mouth meeting his. "So cute."




Second Time Around



"Don't." Sven looked away then sank forward, hid his embarrassment between her thighs. 

"Oh, fuck, yes." Mimi's fingers curled into his hair as he licked at her folds, his enthusiasm obvious. 

Sven knew that vivd displays of affection and enthusiasm were what Mimi liked the most courtesy of a lover some while before him who refused to go anywhere near her pussy with his mouth, it was something Sven found bizarre. In his view, there was little more erotic than showing one's appreciation orally. The wet folds, the darkening pinkness, the individual taste and scent of a woman were somewhere near the very heart of adoration for him. Now, her familiar scent was tainted by the smell of dust and wood and the taste of his own saltiness that he lapped up until all trace of it was gone, a dedication to her. He sucked hungrily at her clit, his tongue flicking over the hardened nub of flesh until she began moving her hips against him, his cheeks were wet with her juices and he revelled in the sound of her hushed moans. Her second orgasm was harder than the first, the heat rising through her with a surprising jolt that left Sven fighting with her bucking hips. She exhaled loudly and smiled, looked up at the white walls flecked with shadow, felt Sven's breath against her thigh. 

"Did you get it?" she asked. 

"I did." He rose, sat next to her then bent, kissed her on the mouth. 

Mimi ran her fingers through his hair, let all of the passion that had been hidden away crackle between them. 

"We'd better get dressed." She said, pulling on her dress.

"No one will come down here." Sven smiled. "I swear." 

"Where are you going?" Mimi watched him walk to the desk and pull open a drawer. He returned a moment later with a box of tissues. 

"Here." He handed them to her, kissed her hair. 

"Thank you." She took them from him, wiped herself. "I'll take a shower once I get back. Wipe your face."

"Go now." Sven said, grabbing a tissue himself. "I can finish up here. There's really very little left to do."

"No. I don't want to leave you. Here," Mimi headed towards him, rubbed his belly. as it disappeared beneath his t-shirt. "I have your ink on me." She plucked another tissue from the box, rubbed at the black smear across her right breast. In the distance there was a shriek and she looked up. "And you said no one would come down here." Mimi gave him a long look and ran her fingers through her hair, rearranged her up-do. "Five minutes sooner and that would have gone very wrong." 

"Beginner's luck?" he whispered, his hand curling around her waist. 

"Are you telling me you want a repeat of that?"

"Tomorrow?" he asked. 

"You're incorrigible." Mimi smirked, rolled her eyes at him. "Crazy, foolish boy."

"Sorry." He said. "You're right. We should probably keep it upstairs."

The shouting was louder this time, it's owner unmistakable. 

"Aunt Mimi, Aunt Mimi." 

"It's so cute they've started doing that." Sven laughed. "Luca, we're back here. By Grandpa's desk."

The boy appeared, his face dappled with shadow, his hair lightened by the sun. In the months that had passed, he had grown taller and stronger than Mimi had remembered. "Mimi!" 

He ran over, flung his arms around her. "Mom says we can swim in the lake. Can we go?"

"Soon." Sven said. "We have to finish here and then we can go."

"Did you have a good day at school?" Mimi ruffled the boy's hair, sat on a discarded chair.

Sven watched them together. To an outsider they could have been mother and son, their playful chatter reverberating around the barn as he told her about his day and how much he hated school, much preferring to play in the lake and walk between the vines, helping his father.

Though Sven had never considered himself paternal, there was something deeply satisfying about it; the idea that she would bear their children and love them with that same, patient caring she had for everyone. Sven knew Mimi had spent all of her teens looking out for her sister when her parents were away or when they moved, under cover of darkness between houses, whisked into the night by their mother. He knew that failing frightened her. Second time around, Sven wondered if he could try to make it right for her, try to complete a life where things could some how be better. Second time around, he thought, it might well be possible to make her as happy as she had made him. He would be sure of it and it burned in his chest like she had written in there.



Second Time Around



As is my want, I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement they always give me.

This story returns to common theme of mine, that I do hope some of you will enjoy. 

*

It was a strange feeling to get whilst sitting in an open-air nightclub in the mountains not far from Naples in Italy. Oh, you know the sort of place all geared up for the tourists and all very plastic for my liking really. But the crowd I was with wanted to visit the place so I'd gone along for the ride.

Some old bird -- well, I don't suppose she was that old really, and she had some figure on her actually, but if she'd been a stripper, I probably would have been a lot happier -- was giving it the vocals on what was supposed to be a traditional Italian folk song. Anyway I think the guys were just about getting the idea of why I'd suggested that this excursion was one that we could do without joining. I had done this same cruise more than once in the past.

I was on the cruise with a bunch of friends from the office, some husbands and wives, some couples who were thinking about it and a collection of waifs and strays -- of both sexes who hadn't found anyone who could put up with us for very long. Yeah, you got it, mostly divorcees. Whether the committed ones thought that some of us might connect or not, I don't know, but when the trip was being planned we were sought out and invited to attend.

I'd done this cruise the year before, with a pal of mine. He'd got lucky and found himself a tasty widow from up north somewhere. They even got hitched after the holiday and were still going strong. He'd been accepted by Betty's children as a replacement daddy and was appearing to be enjoying the job.

I'd hung around with Betty's sister, just to... well, to give the lovers a little privacy. Yeah, I scored with Betty's sister but there wasn't any chemistry there, if you know what I mean. It was more like a fifteen-day one night stand.

Anyway, having lost my best prowling buddy, I joined this party on the cruise this year hoping I might get lucky and find my dream girl like Mike had. Or, at least, score a few nights during the trip. Okay, I'd bedded Carol, one of the women from accounting, and Jean, a pretty young thing who was married to a guy from sales who got seasick on the first day. How the hell anyone can get seasick on one of these modern floating islands they call cruise ships I will never be able to understand; the things don't rock and roll at all - well, not in the Med anyway. But the bugger recovered and found his sea legs pretty quickly, bringing an end to that little game.

Anyway that might explain why I was sitting in an open-air nightclub that evening, but it didn't explain the feeling that I'd suddenly got. I'm sure you know the feeling; the blood flow to your ears suddenly increases, and they feel hot. Most folks say that it's a sign someone is talking about you, but I'm pretty convinced that it's a kind of in built radar telling you that someone is watching you. Yeah, the blood flow to your ears increases because you are aware that you are being scrutinised.

I checked the likely candidates. Jean's husband who might have sussed that I'd banged his wife most of that first afternoon. Nope, that silly bugger seemed to be enthralled with the warbler on the stage. Carol, perhaps, was hoping for a rematch this evening? Nope, she was eyeing up the lump in one of the ship's entertainment coordinators' trousers and he was eyeing up her front suspension. I figured I'd not get another look in there on this trip.

Everyone else at our table was watching the tits rise and fall on the warbler as she sang - well, she did have an impressive pair, almost as good as Carol's, but with a lot less covering them. 

So I looked around at the people sat at tables near our own, twisting and turning to survey them all. No, there was no one looking at me. Everyone appeared to be staring at the stage trying to get some clue as to what the warbler was singing about; or maybe watching those tits, wondering when they were going to fall out. 

I turned back and tried to concentrate on them myself, doubting that they would fall out; she probably wore the same dress every night. And if they hadn't fallen out since the previous year when I'd last been in that club, they were unlikely to put in a showing that evening. But I suppose there has to be a first time for everything.

But I couldn't even concentrate on that wish. I still had that damned feeling and my ears were burning even hotter. I looked around again, standing up this time so that I could see the tables further off. But no eyes were cast in my direction.

"Was-up?" Ronny Fisher asked as I sat down again. Ronny was my cabin partner on this trip.

"Dunno, Ronny. I got the feeling someone's watching me!"

"Ears burning, are they?" Carol asked. She must have noticed my fidgeting as well.

"Yeah, they are. Damned disconcerting it is too!" I replied to her.

"Probably some hot Latino woman who's hot for your body!" Carol joked.

"Well, It ain't going to be you tonight, that's for sure!" I whispered to her having leant close. "I've been watching you eyeing up that guy's equipment!"

Carol elbowed me in the ribs and then acted as if she hadn't heard me.

I kept getting the feeling several more times during the rest of the evening. Especially when I slipped out to the gents. I made my way back to our table slowly and only after surveying the whole crowded nightclub from the door. But no one appeared to be looking in my direction.

On the coach ride back to the ship the uneasy feeling I'd had in the nightclub subsided. But I will point out that there were a good half a dozen or more coaches, with maybe three or four hundred people on them. Anyone could have been emanating the waves, or whatever they were, that I'd picked up on in the club. 

I found myself stopping on the ship's gangway whilst going back on board, because for an instant I got the feeling again. I looked around but now there were hundreds of people looking at me, wondering why I'd brought the cavalcade back on board to a halt.

"What gives with you?" Ronny asked when we got to one of the bars for a nightcap. I do believe that I was still scrutinising everyone who entered the bar.

"Dunno, Ronny, must have been a disturbance in the force." I smiled at him, trying to make light of my behaviour.

"Do what?" Ronny asked looking at me as if I'd gone completely gaga.

"You remember 'The Force' in 'Star Wars'. Obi One said he felt a disturbance in the force. Well, in the nightclub... I dunno, I felt a presence of some kind."

"Darth Vader!"

"What?"

"It was Darth Vader; he said he felt a presence that he hadn't felt for many years," Ronny corrected me.

"Yeah, you could be right! I felt there was someone in that club tonight that I knew and it frightened the arse off me."

"Why did it frighten you?"

"Dunno really. Probably because I couldn't see them." 

"Or didn't recognise them. Probably one of your old conquests." Ronny suggested.

"Shit, I hope not. Damn bad form, old boy, to forget the face of a woman you've laid," I joked.

"Jesus, John, what you got? A filofax for a brain? Carry a bleeding photo album in your head or something? You're always on the bleeding prowl." Ronny grinned at me.

"Just because I'm on the prowl, Ronny, don't mean I get that lucky all that often."

"Anyway quit worrying. There were a couple of coaches from some place else there tonight. Whoever made the disturbance in the force could have been on one of them."

"I don't think so somehow, Ron. I got the feeling again when we were coming back on board."

Ronny and I finished our drinks and decided to call it a night. But not before I'd taken another good scan of the bar.

When we woke the next morning the ship was at sea, heading for Palma in Majorca. I was up very early, much before Ron made a move; he'd be snoring away for another couple of hours.

Dressed in my tracksuit to ward off the sea breezes, I took my morning run on the track around the top deck. Probably not the five-mile run that I did every day at home; I just ran until I was bored of passing the same joggers again and again. Then I headed for one of the open-air pools and put in a few laps whilst it was still almost empty. There was a much larger pool below decks, intended for serious swimming, but I liked swimming in the open air.

After a shower I joined Ronny and the rest of the gang for breakfast, before Ronny and I donned our swimming costumes and headed out on deck to catch some rays and watch the bikinis go by, near one of the pools. We hadn't been there long before Carol and her cabin mate joined us.

Both women took a swim then Ronny and I applied sun block to their bodies and they did the same for us. It was while I was applying the sun block to Carol's back that I got that damned feeling again. Whether I faltered in my labour or I tensed up, I'm not sure. But Carol was aware that something had happened.

"You all right, John?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's just..." I was saying.

"The force again?" Ronny interrupted. 

"Yeah," I said looking round.

"Blond about sixteen and wearing a little yellow bikini," Ronny announced.

"What are you on about now, Ronny?" Carol asked.

Ronny who'd been lying on his back whilst Gloria, Carol's cabin mate, massaged sun block into his chest, looked across at Carol and me who were both staring at him.

"I just spotted her looking over that rail up there. She was definitely staring at you, John. I didn't think you were into the young-uns!"

"How old?" I asked.

"I'd say sixteen, but it's difficult to tell with these young ones, when they are in them tiny bikinis, isn't it. She could be anything from an older looking fourteen year old to a young looking twenty something. No matter how old she is, she was checking you out." 

"Nah, you got it wrong. I don't mess with kids, never have," I told him, assuming Ronny had gotten it wrong. After all, he wasn't wearing the glasses that normally adorn his nose in the office.

"Well, I could be wrong, but I'd swear she was looking at you, and from what I heard I figure you felt that disturbance in the force about that time."

"The force?" Carol asked.

"Forget it, Carol, it's a kind of private Joke. Here, your back's done. Do you want me to do your front?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, and we'd be off the bleeding ship the moment it docks in Palma!" She grinned up at me.

It was later that morning. The four of us had got dressed and were thinking about grabbing some lunch. I can't remember why we took a turn around the top deck before going down to one of the restaurants, but we did.

"There she is, just about to dive in the pool!" Ronny said as we came to the part of the deck that overlooked the deep pool I'd swum in earlier.

I watched the shapely young woman make a perfect dive off of the board.

"Do you know her?" Carol asked me.

"I don't think so," I replied. "She looks familiar, in a way. But Ronny and I have been studying the scenery since we got on board. I could have seen her on deck here anytime in the last four days." 

"Yeah, all this naked flesh don't do us dirty old men's memories any good," Ronny chimed in.

Gloria said something to Ronny who turned a funny shade of red, until she put her arms around him and gave him a hug that he somewhat enthusiastically returned.

Ronny, much to my surprise, was turning into a bit of a ladies' man, not the forty something year old nerd he always appeared to be around the office. I'd noted that Gloria and he appeared to be getting along very nicely together. 

Good luck to them I thought, I knew that they were both single, although I wasn't sure whether Gloria was a widow or a divorcee. She had a few years on Ronny, who I don't think had ever been attached to any woman. But should Cupid decide to fire one of his little arrows, then good luck to the pair of them.

Carol and I looked at each other, her facial expression and a quick movement of her eyebrows saying that she agreed with me.

"I think I'd better share your cabin tonight. Maybe we can push these two into making a move," she whispered to me.

"What about your Captain Birdseye?" I asked, remembering the way Carol had been eyeing that member of the crew in the nightclub the evening before.

"I think he prefers younger blood. John. Could be you're stuck with me; unless that guy in the flash suit shows again."

Carol was referring to some guy who'd given her the eye the first night on board. But we hadn't laid eyes on him since. It was a big ship, more like a floating town actually. God alone knew how many thousand people were on board. Not really my style but it was cheap as cruises go. 

Thousands of people there might have been, but after Ronny pointed that girl out to me, I seemed to see her everywhere. When I was running on deck in the morning, in the cafeteria or restaurant we used for lunch - there were several. And in the à-la-carte restaurant we used for our evening meals, although she was usually escorted by a young man when I saw her eating. It appeared to be a different young man at almost every meal.

After our stop in Palma, the ship passed through the straights of Gibraltar and headed out to cross the Atlantic for the Caribbean.

It was on our first evening in the Atlantic. Carol, Gloria, Ronny and I were ensconced in one of the nightclubs quite early. I think the rest of our party had gone to watch a show. We hadn't been there very long and Gloria and Ronny were dancing when medallion man suddenly made an appearance. 

"Don't look now, sweetheart," I whispered to Carol, "but the man of your dreams has just walked in. I'll make myself scarce!" 

I stood up and headed for the bar, taking my drink with me. Medallion man -- probably an unfair description -- got a drink from the same bar then surveyed the nightclub. It didn't take him long to spot Carol sitting alone and in an instant he was heading in her direction. When he got there he invited her to dance. 'Oh, well, lonely night in bed tonight,' I thought to myself.

I thought it prudent to buy Gloria and Ronny another drink then sort out another empty table not too far from the one that we had been sat at. When the music stopped they headed for our old table and then spotted me at a different one, franticly trying to attract their attention. They got the message and joined me.

"What's up?" Ronny asked as they sat down.

"Carol's hooked her fish, I think," I told them.

Gloria looked around and saw Carol returning to the table with her catch. "I don't understand. I thought you and Carol were together," she said.

"No, Gloria; we were just giving you two love birds some room to manoeuvre. And maybe push you into sharing your cabin with Ronny." Gloria turned an interesting shade of pink and Ronny looked as if he didn't know where to look.

"Come on, kids, loosen up. You're having a good time together out here, aren't you?"

They both agreed that they were. "Then bugger it. Carol and I felt you'd be able to keep each other company when you get home as well. Damn it, you two pussyfoot around each other in the office all the time." 

Probably I shouldn't have said that but after some discussion -- that included some very plain English from me - they agreed that they were very attracted to each other. So much so that Ronny bought Gloria an engagement ring in one of the jewellery shops on board, before the cruise was over. But that came later. 

God knows where Carol slept for the rest of the cruise. Because just after they all got up to dance again, things took a very unexpected turn for me and I lost track of her antics.

I think I was looking around trying to decide if there was any totty worth going after. Well, let's be honest here - if there were any women about who might want to dance with a forty year old has been. Oh, I kept myself fit and I don't suppose I looked too bad, but I'd never considered myself handsome.

Anyway completely without warning she sat herself in the chair next to me. The young blond girl who I'd kept seeing for the last couple of days. She had a very serious expression on her face, a look of determination, that for some reason I thought I'd seen before somewhere.

"Are you Jonathan Kingdom?" she asked. 

"That's me, but you have me at a disadvantage, young lady," I replied.

"Good, that's where I want you!" she snapped back at me. Damn it, if my fingers had been outstretched, I think she might have bitten them off.

"Well, what can I do for you, young lady?" I asked, thinking I would see what she wanted and then get rid of her as quickly as I could. There are laws against old men and young girls getting together, even at sea.

"Why?" she asked.

"Why what?" I replied. 

A question with a question, that's always a good strategy even if I had no idea what the girl was talking about.

But then she delivered the blind-sided blow that took the wind right out of my sails.

"Why don't you know who the hell I am, father?" she demanded.

I do believe at this point I sat there with my mouth agape. I know I had no idea what to say to the daughter that I had never seen, well, not close up and not for many years. But I also realised that there was no mistake about it; she was Katherine's daughter without a doubt. That's what had been so familiar about her.

After some struggle, trying to get my emotions back under control, I came out with the most stupid idiotic statement that anyone could make in the situation.

"You had a father, a damned good one by all accounts. What would you want to be involved with me for?" I said, trying my best to sound confident.

"He was never my father, you were! But you never, not once, came to see me. You never sent me one birthday or Christmas card. How could you do that?"

"Samantha!" I sputtered.

"It's Sam! Everyone who knows me, knows that I like to be called Sam. But you don't, you never even bothered to find out," she raved on at me.

I was pretty lost for words and was stumbling about trying to think of something to say. But things were just about to get a little more complicated. I could see that Gloria and Ronny were on their way back to the table. I was watching them coming out of the corner of my eye, somehow hoping they were somehow going to rescue me. But a few feet short of the table they stopped, their attention taken by something happening behind me, then I noticed Samantha look up as well.

"Don't you speak to your father like that, Sam!" Katherine's familiar voice commanded. 

In a second I was out of my seat and had turned to face her. "Hi, Kath, I didn't know you were on board," I spluttered for want of anything else to say. 

Well, what do you say to the woman who had kicked you out of her life nearly twenty years before.

"Hi, John, long time no see! I recognised you at the airport, but you didn't see me. You were too busy with your friends."

"That was very remiss of me, I'm sorry," I said, completely amazed that I hadn't spotted my one time wife.

"There were hundreds of people there, John, and you weren't expecting to see us. Christ, what is it, nearly nineteen years?"

"Eight years, Kathy. I used to stalk you sometimes until you moved to the US."

Kathy smiled. "And you never knew that Sam and I came back?"

"No, how would I know?"

"I would have thought your solicitor would have told you."

"Why, he just transfers the money from my account to yours. I don't think I've seen the bugger in years."

"May I... we join you for a little while, John? I'll try to ensure that our daughter keeps a civil tongue in her head."

I introduced Katherine and Samantha to Ronny and Gloria and we all sat down.

"I want to know why you never came to visit me, father. What kind of man can sit ten feet from his ex-wife and daughter all evening and not recognise either of them?" Samantha demanded again with real emphasis being placed on the word 'father.'




Second Time Around



If the deck beneath me had opened up and I'd been dragged down to hell, I would have cheered. 

"Just a moment!" Ronny interrupted. "If you don't mind me pointing it out, but this is a night club, not the place for a discussion like I believe you are about to have. Please all of you, hold everything right there." Then Ronny was out of his seat and heading towards one of the stewards standing at the bar.

Both Gloria and I knew Ronny well. A nerd he might be, but he was an organiser in our place of employment, one of those people who comes into his own in a crisis!

In a few moments he was back. "There's a kind of conference room down the corridor. I've fixed it so you can talk in private in there. Follow me please all of you," he said in his 'do it now' tone of voice that no one could mistake.

"Do you want us to be a party to this?" Gloria asked, when we got to the room.

"John might not feel outnumbered," Katherine suggested, before I had a chance to speak.

I just shrugged; this was all completely out of my control. 

Gloria came in and sat beside me, but Ronny stationed himself outside the door from where he could watch but not hear through a window in the door. He said he'd keep our drinks topped up and went off to get a fresh load.

"Well, are you going to answer my question?" Samantha asked once again.

I looked at Katherine but she sat there, poker faced. I took a deep breath.

"Samantha, when I got out of prison you were five years old. From what I saw you were happy, and you were calling your mother's husband dad. I couldn't see any sense in confusing you and interfering with your mother's life when she was so happy."

I was looking Samantha right in the eye, but I couldn't help but hear Katherine take a sudden deep breath. I looked at her but she still wore that poker-faced expression that she'd worn all through the divorce, my trial and for several months leading up to both.

"All I would have done by sticking my nose in was upset the apple cart again. I'd made a big enough mess of things before the divorce and I figured there was just no sense in causing any more agro. But please don't think I didn't care for you or about you. I used to sneak up and watch you at school, where no one knew who I was."

There was the sound of another intake of breath from Katherine's direction.

"And I arranged for my solicitor to send your mother enough money - once I'd earned it -- that you should have a tidy sum stashed away by now."

I looked at Katherine to confirm my statement about the money.

"Sam knows about the cash, John. It's all in a trust that she can't access until she is twenty-one," Katherine confirmed.

"Why were you in prison, father?"

"That's a long story, Samantha. I don't think we need to go into all that," I replied trying to dodge the issue.

"I think we do, John," Katherine said quite sternly. I looked at her. "Go on. She's never heard the full story. I didn't think it was right to tell her from my point of view. Although Frank stuck his ore in when Sam asked him, of course. We had a big fight over that, didn't we, Sam?"

I looked back to my daughter who suddenly looked very sheepish. 

"Well, you wouldn't tell me, so I had to ask Frank!"

"I told you, at the time that I only saw one side of the picture, I saw what I thought was true. Even your father didn't know what had really happened at the time and I got very angry. But then your father nearly killed that man and I began to think that I might have been wrong."

"But why didn't you go back to my father then?"

"Because it was too late. In my blind anger I'd married Frank and John had... well, he was in prison. Besides I didn't fully realise what had really happened until you started asking questions about who your father was. When I thought about it properly all the pieces fell into place, but my bridges had been burnt by then. All I could do was wait until John came looking for us when he got out of prison." She turned her head from Samantha and looked into my eyes. "But he never came!" 

"Start from the beginning, John. Tell Sam what happened. She needs to know and she deserves to hear it from you. I made mistakes, and I might not explain it fairly."

"You didn't make any mistakes, Kathy."

"Oh, but I did, John. I didn't trust you when I should have done. I didn't listen to your excuses; I went racing off to the nearest solicitor and divorced you. Not for a second did I think to give you a second chance or wait until you could find out what had really happened yourself. Then after the divorce when Frank came sniffing round, I married him when I was on the rebound. I never loved him and I was his trophy wife, until he found a younger model. Oh, yeah, John, I made a damned sight more mistakes that you ever did, believe me. I didn't even have the decency to bring your daughter to visit you in prison, just because Frank objected to the idea."

"Okay, I'll tell it as best I can. Samantha, your mother and I had been married a couple of years..." I began.

"No, John, right from the beginning, from when we first met!" Kathy interrupted.

"But you've told me about when you and he met," Samantha commented.

"I've told you how I remembered it, Sam. Your father might have seen some things differently than me. And besides I doubt Gloria here has heard the story."

"I'm just here as an impartial witness, to keep things even," Gloria said with a horrified look on her face. 

"All right, if you insist, but I can't see what difference starting the story from the beginning will make. Samantha, I first met your mother when her family moved into a house down the road from my parents' place when I was about ten."

"You were eleven and I was ten!" Kathy corrected me. I could see this was going to be like things had been back when we were together. 'You tell the story, John, and I'll correct you.' 

"Okay, I was eleven and your mother was ten. All the children in the street hung around together and played silly games. Kathy was quite a tom boy back then."

"Only because I needed to be, to stay close to someone," Kathy interrupted again.

"Kathy?" I said. "Who's telling this damned story?" She got a coy look on her face and sat back in her chair. 

"Anyway we all went to the same schools and just grew up together. There was a problem though. I fell for your mother when we were both very young really. I couldn't tell her because... well, she was one of the boys and you don't get soppy with your mates. Well, we didn't back then." 

"Anyway I wasn't what you call a great scholar and your mother was. So I left school at sixteen and found a job in the office at Westlake's where I still work now. Your mother was clever and went on to sixth-form college as they called it back then. "

"Didn't get me very far though, did it?" Kathy interjected.

"You got your A levels; that's a damned sight more than I got, girl! Anyway whilst she was at college Kathy took up with Frank..."

"We just went out a few times." 

"Kathy!"

"Well, just a few times, that's all!" Kathy insisted on saying. Personally I thought it was many more than could be described as a few. They were together for nearly two years off and on. Whatever, I didn't push the point.

"Then when we were eighteen, we ran into each other at a Christmas party."

"Some run into. I had to insist that Frank take me there!"

"Whatever, you were there with Frank and I was there with..." I couldn't recall the name of the girl I was with.

"Beverley Roundhouse!" Kathy said with a triumphant tone to her voice. 

"Yeah, Beverley!" I agreed.

"With the big knockers!" Kathy added.

"I never noticed," I lied. "Anyway how come you remember her name? You didn't even know her."

"There are some people's names that a woman never forgets, John. Am I not right, Gloria?"

Gloria agreed with Kathy, and for an instant I thought that something else passed between the two women that I didn't grasp. It could be that Samantha understood it as well, because all three women were smiling.

At that time Ronny came in with a tray of drinks for everyone. He smiled, kissed Gloria on the cheek and then left the room again. I think I wished he'd stayed; I was feeling outnumbered by women by then.

"The party, dad!" Samantha prompted me. 

It didn't strike me at the time, but Sam had called me "dad" for the first time. If it had, I might have understood the whole point of this charade.

"Oh, yeah, well, it was Christmas and someone had put up the mistletoe like they always do. I was coming back from the little boy's room and just by chance," I heard a snigger off to my right where Kathy was sitting, "I ran into Kath right under the mistletoe in the doorway. Well, I'd never kissed her at the time so I asked her."

"You asked me?"

"Yeah, didn't I?" 

"No, I had to ask you, twice!"

"Well, I'd imbibed a few that night. Well, whoever asked who, we kissed each other under the mistletoe."

"Some kiss! The girls told me later that we were at it for nine minutes. Until everyone started cheering and shouting," Kathy said excitedly. 

"Yeah and then Beverley stomped out of the party, and Frank invited me outside for a little chat."

"Well, you bested him, didn't you?" Kathy said.

"Yeah, but I got a couple of bruises myself in the process."

"And I kissed them all better for you."

"Yeah, you did that as well. I never felt a one of them until the next day. I couldn't see properly out of my right eye for weeks." 

"Anyway, Sam, to cut a long story short, I discovered that night that your mother felt the same way about me as I felt about her. Well, I thought she did anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean? I was crazy about you. I always had been!" Kathy blurted out.

"And Frank?" I asked.

"Oh, Frank was supposed to make you jealous and come chasing after me. But that never worked, so I went for the direct approach."

"So you never had any feelings for Frank?" I asked.

Kathy thought for a moment. "Oh, yeah, I liked Frank a lot. But I had no illusions; Frank thought of me as - what do they call it? - arm candy! Frank was always shooting his mouth off; he had to have the best of everything, and, well... I was one of the best looking girls around at the time; you've got to admit that. I could have been as thick as a brick and Frank would still have wanted to be seen with me." 

"And if I hadn't kissed you under the mistletoe that night, you would have married Frank a lot sooner that you did," I suggested.

"No, John, I probably wouldn't have married him at all. I was pretty determined to get you some way or the other. I'm sure I would have dumped Frank before too long and then sneaked up on you some other way." 

"But you would have still married him after the divorce!"

"No, I don't think that would have happened either, John. Frank never forgave you for making a fool out of him that night at the party. I don't think he forgave me either! The moment he heard we'd separated, he was around the house like a shot, being all helpful and supportive. You know how upset and angry I was and he made damned sure that I didn't forgive you. Looking back on it, he virtually railroaded me down the aisle the moment the divorce was final." 

"Then that damned court case came up and I realised that we'd both been tricked. I saw the way you looked at me in that courtroom, and I knew that you'd never forgive me for marrying Frank. What could I do, but try to make the best of a bad job?"

"I appreciated you being there, Kathy. Well, to be honest, I didn't at the time; I thought you were gloating. But I understand now."

"Oh, god, no, I gathered from the newspapers what had happened. But if we are being honest they said that you nearly killed that man. I thought that I'd made you like that. Maybe I did, but when your defence barrister laid the story of that trip out in court, it was then I realised what a fool I'd been. And you were looking at me as if you wanted to kill me as well."

"Look, I'm sorry, parents! But this mutual recrimination isn't explaining to me how you came to divorce in the first place, is it, Gloria?" Samantha interrupted us.

Gloria didn't actually reply. I do believe that she was wishing that she was somewhere else. 

"Sorry. Go ahead, John, tell her!" Kathy said.

"Right, I was working for Westlake's and at the time they were in partnership with a Japanese company setting up a plant in Korea. Your mother and I had been married for - what? - two and half years." 

"Two years seven months the day you flew out there," Kathy said with confidence.

"I was twenty two and had worked for the company since the day I left school. You could say I grew up in the firm. Old man Westlake was alive then and he ran the place like a big family. But it was outgrowing him and his attitudes. I'd better explain; he was a lay preacher at the Methodist chapel. He had very - er, a very narrow minded approach to morality and he couldn't abide alcohol."

"We played a little game in the office. No one ever admitted that they drank and there was never any hint of anything like affairs or anything among the married staff. Jesus, even the unmarried ones, if they did go out together, wouldn't dare hint that they slept with each other no matter how old they were.

"Yeah, I can remember what it was like. Mr Westlake was still around when I joined the firm," Gloria suddenly entered the conversation.

"Yeah, well, I didn't know at the time but some of the guys seemed to think I was a goody two shoes and old man Westlake's favourite. Of course I got on with the bugger; I'd known him twice as long as any of the others in the department. Even if I was one of the youngest."

"Anyway six of us had to go out to Korea to help sort this bloody plant out. We were with this group of Japs most of the time and they worked damned hard and played hard. That damn sake of theirs has a kick on it like a bleeding horse. One of the guys in our team - well, I don't know - perhaps he was jealous of me because Westlake was always seeking me out to talk to back at the office."

"Near the end of the trip we all went out one night with the Japs to this karaoke bar and, well, we got completely plastered. To cut a long story short, I woke up in a Korean brothel in the morning. I had no idea how I'd got there or what I did. But I brought your mother home a little present from Korea that neither of us expected. To cap it off Kathy became pregnant with you at the time, and they had all kinds of problems dealing with it."

"How could you do such a thing? Now wonder you divorced him. I don't blame you one bit!" Samantha exclaimed, and began to rise out of her chair. The look she was giving me told me that as far as she was concerned the meeting was over.

"Sit down, Sam!" Kathy ordered in a tone I'd never heard her use before. Well, maybe when she first discovered she had a sexually transmitted disease, she might have. But I was in a kind of never-never land at that time myself and sort of lost track of things.

"Tell her the rest of the story, John. The bit we never knew about until it was too late to go back," Kathy ordered.

"Is it necessary, Kathy? Samantha knows why we divorced now," I said.

"But she doesn't know why we shouldn't have been, does she?" Kathy said still in that hard tone.

"All right, but it doesn't change anything." 

"Yes, it does. It explains why you made a mistake and I made a major error. I'm sure if I'd waited, giving myself time to calm down and you'd discovered what he'd done then we never would have divorced."

"Well, Sam, it must have been about three months after the divorce was final. And I'd got word that Kathy had married Frank. I was pretty pissed off about life in general and I'd even thought of ending it all a couple of times." 

There was another deep breath taken on my right.

"I was in one of the offices we used as a storeroom one day. I can't remember what I was looking for. The photocopier was in the office next door and the connecting door wasn't properly closed. I could hear a couple of guys chatting whilst they did some photocopying. One of them was telling the other how he'd slipped me a Mickey out in Korea and taken me to this cheap brothel whilst I was out of it. He'd taken pictures of me with a couple of pros who worked there. His idea had been to drop some of them around the office, and ruin my reputation with Westlake. 

"Then I heard him say, 'I didn't need to in the end. Johnny golden bollocks picked up a dose of the clap off one of those sluts and gave it to his misses. That's totally fucked him as far as Westlake is concerned.' 

"Well, I lost it completely and beat the shit out of the bugger with the first thing that came to hand. It was a spare shelf hanger that must have been in that office. You've got to understand, Samantha; I'm not really a violent person. But the treatment your mother had to have for that disease had put your survival in danger. The bugger could have killed my unborn baby with his inane games." 

I'm not sure. I think I was crying then and might have been earlier when I'd remembered the emotion of that day. Gloria put her arm around me and Ronny came in to see what was going on.

"You'd better get John a Brandy, Ronny. I think he needs it," Gloria said to him, then, "No, Ronny get a damned bottle. I think we all need a Brandy after hearing what John has just told us."

"A whole bottle? Do you know how much that will cost at the bar?" Ronny asked.

"Just get the damned bottle, Ronny, or you'll sleep on your own tonight!" Gloria instructed him. Ronny was gone in an instant.

When I opened my eyes again, I could see that my daughter was crying as well.

She didn't say anything; she just stared at me. Then she looked at her mother. "Why didn't you tell me all this?" she asked.

"I couldn't - I don't know why - but I just couldn't. I sat in the courtroom and heard the barrister asking that other man what had been said in that office before the fight and he confirmed what your father has just told you. At that moment I realised that I'd messed up everything. All along I knew in my heart that your father loved me and he'd never have gone to that brothel of his own accord. It just wasn't something John would do."

"But I'd been so angry when the doctors told me that you could be in danger. All rational thoughts went out of my mind. And even John was saying he didn't know how he got there; his explanation at the time was that he must have been so drunk that he didn't know what he was doing. I lost my temper and didn't stop to think about what was happening and then Frank turned up. I'm not sure where my mind was, between that happening and that damned court case. The look John gave me when he was convicted cut a hole in my heart. It was my fault that he was sent to prison."

"How do you work that one out?" I asked. "I would have smacked the bugger around whether we'd been divorced or not."

"No, John, you know that isn't true," Kathy replied. "You would have hit him, yes, I'll give you that and I don't think anyone would have blamed you. But you would have stopped before you did the kind of damage to him that you did do. You'd have been thinking about Sam and me; as it was, you've already said that you didn't give a damn whether you lived or died yourself."

"True, I had thought about ending it all."

"I'm so glad you didn't, dad! I want to get to know my father," Samantha said, getting up and walking around the table. She came and sat herself on my lap. "I hope I'm not too big for a cuddle now and then." 

"Until some boy comes and steals you away, no. I'd like that." 

Samantha leant forward and kissed me on the forehead. "Hello, daddy!" she said. 

Ronny came back in with five Brandy glasses and a bottle.

"Five glasses?" Gloria commented.




Second Time Around



"You're not kidding! I need a Brandy myself now. I just saw how much that bottle put on my tab," Ronny explained.

After filling the glasses Gloria went over and sat on Ronny's knee. "I think after hearing your story I need to learn how to hold on to this one very tightly," she said as she did so. Then she lent down and kissed him.

"Hang on and don't let go, no matter how bad things look at first sight," Kathy told her. "I only wish I'd had the sense!"

"Is that what you really wish you'd done?" I asked her.

"You'll never know how much, John. I made a complete hash of everything."

"I don't think so. Yeah, you could have given me the benefit of the doubt, but you thought I'd put Samantha's life at stake. Come to that, so did I. All I can really fault you for is marrying that damn creep Frank so bloody quickly."

"I just piled mistake on top of mistake on top of bad judgement, John. What else can I say?"

"Well, you could say I love you!" Samantha said.

"Pardon?" both Katherine and I said in unison.

"Well, you do," Samantha insisted. "I've always known it, and Frank did as well. Shit, mum; gran and granddad knew it and your sister. It's written all over your face every time dad's name is ever mentioned. And the look on your face when you saw dad at the airport the other day was a complete classic." 

Ronny and Gloria were staring at Kathy, probably waiting for a reaction from her and I was staring at Samantha trying to comprehend what the girl was really saying.

"Well, tell him now whilst you have the chance. Damn it, if you two had been honest with each other when you were young, I might have had a couple of siblings."

"What are you trying to say, Samantha?" I asked.

"Dad, it's Sam, okay! What I'm trying to get you two to admit is that you are still in love with each other. Don't look so surprised, dad. I know that mother still loves you; she's been wearing her heart on her sleeve for years. And you, well, you're one fine looking dude and you've kept yourself in good shape; everyone can see that. Nice clothes and plenty of money, a damned fine catch, wouldn't you agree, Gloria?"

"Yeah," Gloria said, "Quite a few of the single women in the office have tipped their hats in John's direction."

"So why hasn't any one been able to throw a rope on you, father? You'd make a perfect catch. Why? Because you aren't interested in any of them and the way you reacted when mother spoke to you in that bar earlier told me, at least, who you are interested in." 

I looked at Katherine and she blushed and looked down at the floor.

"Now you drink those brandys and, mother, you'd better fix your make up. Then I think the pair of you should take a nice stroll around to the upper deck and talk things over by yourselves for a while," Samantha suggested. "I'm sure Gloria won't mind chaperoning me for the rest of the evening. I've got a couple of lads who think they might get lucky."

I must have turned to look at Samantha a bit quickly. What expression I had on my face, I don't know.

"Don't worry, dad; I'm not stupid and Gloria and Ronny will keep a close eye on me. Sorry, folks I hope I'm not cramping your style," she said to them. Both of them acted as if they had no idea what she could be referring to.

After Katherine had repaired her makeup, the two of us left the room and headed for the stairs to the upper deck. We didn't talk at first but as we reached the stairs Kathy took my hand. When we finally reached the top deck, we found Samantha waiting there.

"How did you get here?" Kathy asked.

"The lifts are quicker. Sorry, I forgot something," Samantha said. "Give me your handbag please, mother!" 

Without a word Kathy passed her handbag to Samantha who turned her back to us and quite obviously put something in it. Then she turned around again and passed the bag back to Katherine. 

"See you in the morning," she said laughing, and ran off back inside the ship. 

"What did she put in there?" I asked Katherine, who was hunting through her handbag looking for some clue. 

"I have no idea," she said at first, but then suddenly she stopped rummaging. "Oh, god, this isn't my key card!"

I looked closely at it. "Um, no, it's mine, or rather Ronny's. It seems that our daughter doesn't expect you to return to your cabin tonight."

"Well, is she right in that assumption?"

"I don't know, perhaps we'd better talk about it some whilst we walk," I suggested, slipping my arm around Kathy's shoulder. She slipped her arm around my waist.

"I'd hate to disappoint her," she said as she did so.

"Don't know about disappointing Sam!" I replied.

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Epilogue

Katherine and I strolled around the deck with our arms around each other. I can't tell you anything about what we talked about; I think it was of no importance anyway. I can't even tell you who made the first move when we eventually kissed. After the first kiss we did a lot of that though. 

"Practice makes perfect!" is the one comment that I can remember Katherine did make in reply to something that I had said.

Some time later, much later we seemed to walk, talk and kiss for hours, getting some strange looks from some of the fuddy-duddys and even some of the younger courting couples we passed. Well, look, we were almost forty and we must have been behaving like a couple of teenagers.

There was no discussion about it and I can't explain which one of us steered the other towards the lifts either. Yeah, I had to steer Katherine to my cabin, but I don't remember consciously doing so.

Once that cabin door closed though, it was like the first night of our honeymoon. That was a night I'd never forget. We had the bridal suite with a big flash four-poster bed and Katherine had brought a very expensive negligee to wear. We tore each other's clothes off just inside the bedroom door and made out on the damned carpet for most of the night.

We didn't spend much time on the cabin floor though; there wasn't the room that that bridal suite had had.

"So what happens now?" Katherine asked, sometime after we'd climbed into the bed.

"Don't know, Kath. Get married again, I suppose."

"Just like that you're happy to take me back, as if nothing has happened?"

"Nothing has, has it? We've lost more years than I would like to count and I figure we've got a lot of catching up to do," I said, giving her breast a little squeeze under my hand.

"Nearly twenty years. John, you don't know me anymore. I could have changed in ways you don't like. And I was married to Frank; I was unfaithful to you!"

"Kathy, I'm nearly forty years old. Damn it, we're... I'm probably nearer to the end of my life than the beginning. If thing had gone the way I'd planned, we'd be coming up to our..."

"Twenty-third wedding anniversary!" Kathy completed my sentence, whilst I was still trying to do the calculations.

"Yeah, our twenty-third wedding anniversary. In those twenty odd years, you would have changed anyway; Christ, I know I've changed. But we should have been married and, I hope, we would have taken those changes in our stride. So, if I do wake up in the morning beside a dragon, I'll just kiss her on the lips, and turn her back into my sleeping beauty."

"And, Frank, what about me being married to Frank longer than I was married to you?"

"Who the hell's this Frank guy you keep going on about? I don't think I can remember him. And, Kathy, you must realise that I haven't exactly been celibate since our divorce by the way; I just couldn't find anyone who matched up to my first choice for a wife."

"Didn't beauty turn the beast back into a prince when she kissed him, in the fairy tale?" Kathy asked.

"I think so, why?"

"Damn, remind me not to kiss you in the morning; I think I like my beast in bed! Now come here, and show me what I've been missing," she said, dragging me on top of her.

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Did you think that ships' captains could marry folks - or remarry as in our case -- at sea? We did, but it turns out that they can't; well, not on most ships and that included ours anyway.

The captain was very apologetic when he told us, but explained that any ceremony that he performed would be invalid in the eyes of the law. And just to complicate things, when we checked the possibility, we didn't have the relevant paperwork with us to get married on any of the islands the ship stopped at either.

Once the party I was with discovered what had happened they did throw a massive party for us though. I think Gloria and Ronny must have explained things because no one asked any awkward questions. Ronny -- after asking Katherine's permission, because it was supposed to be our night -- went down on one knee during the evening, and asked Gloria for her hand. Of course he didn't ask me; I'd pushed the bugger into buying the ring!

The rest of the cruise was great fun and not only in bed either. It was a new experience for me, having some young man approaching me and asking my permission to take Samantha to dinner or to one of the ship's nightclubs. Christ, those boys must have thought I was a real ogre. Sam thought it was a great game; of course what she was really doing was showing off her father.

Sam and Kathy joined me on my morning runs around the upper deck. Even Ronny and Gloria got in on that one. Something about finding an urgent need to get fit enough to... well, they didn't spell out what they wanted to get fit enough for, but I think I can guess.

To start with, Kathy couldn't keep up with Sam and me for long and she'd drop back, jogging with Ronny and Gloria, after our first lap. She was doing pretty well on our road runs when we got back home though, but suddenly and very unexpectedly had to take a break from running for a while; she's out with me again most mornings nowadays though. 

There had to be another party when we finally got home and did the registry office bit, for all our friends and relatives. It was a shame that the parents weren't alive to see us back together again.

I moved in with Kathy and Samantha for a little while, whilst we found a house to call our own. I have no idea why we didn't sell Kathy's house or my flat. They were both paid for so we rented them out for a while, until Samantha got married and we gave my flat to her and her husband.

But as these things do, our life took another unexpected, or should I say unplanned turn; shortly after Kathy and I did the registry office bit. Kathy woke up one morning and threw up all over the bed. Yeah, well, she said she thought she was well past the making babies stage, so we hadn't taken any precautions. That was Kathy's story and she has firmly stuck to it; at least Samantha was happy she got her sibling at last. But Kathy and I spent the next nine months on tenterhooks.

We took Elizabeth (that ship was called the Caribbean Queen) with us on our twenty-fifth wedding -- well, counting from our first wedding anyway - anniversary cruise. Sam and her new husband were on the same ship on their honeymoon; they'd timed the wedding to coincide. And Ronny, Gloria, Carol and her husband, Ernie - yeah, no kidding, medallion man's name turned out to be Ernest -- were all on the cruise as well. Not that we saw much of Sam and Clive.

Have there been any recriminations between Kathy and I? Well, there's been a lot of regret for the years we could have spent together, and don't think that we don't go at it hammer and tongs now and again. What married couple don't have a falling-out now and again?

But we both know life's too short to waste any more than necessary arguing. I have my Sleeping Beauty every night and she calms her beast every morning.

Oh, one other point before I go; in theory I'm banned from all Hilton Hotels. I was coming out of a lift in one of them one day with Kathy on my arm and who should be waiting to get in but Frank with his latest dolly bird. Honestly, I'm not a violent man by nature, so I only hit him twice. Once for stealing my wife from me, and once more for... well, for fucking around on her and my daughter. 

No, it didn't come to court; Frank would have had to explain to his then wife what he was doing in the Hilton with a young dolly bird on his arm. Mind you, she did find out about his liaison in the end; some dirty rotten bastard rang her and told her about it. He even sent her a copy of the security tape from the hotel, showing her old man being taught how to box.

Life goes on.



Second Time Around



 This story is strictly fiction. If you like this story or don't, please vote. The author would appreciate. Thanks. All rights reserved. JH-1 

 Setting: An East Texas lake.



Characters:

My daughter, Tammy

My sister, Carol

Myself, Danny 

Background:

My wife had decided she wanted her own space, which translated to another man.

Then there was my daughter Tammy. 

During the divorce the judge decreed that since Tammy wasn't 18, she would stay with her mother. Tammy made it obvious she did not like the judge's decision.

After the divorce was all over, I was lucky to walk away with my truck, my clothes, my boat and my fishing gear. (I later had to sell my boat to make ends meet.)

I also had a twin sister, Carol, who lived with her husband in a small town in Louisiana.

Now, the story:

A little more than two years had gone by and I was lucky enough to win the lottery. After the government got their cut, I wound up with a little over 15 mil.

I contacted an investment broker and he helped me invest most of it in some stocks that were reasonably safe and paid a good dividend.

His comment was, "Don't get stupid with the money and you won't ever have to worry about running out."

I knew I'd have to spend some money or the government would eat me alive on capital gains.

I put about 2 mil. in the bank. I had always had my eye on a place at an East Texas lake that I wanted. The first thing I did tho, was to go to a Ford dealership and trade my old truck in and buy a really nice, extended cab pick-up, then I headed for the lake.

I drove to the complex where I thought there might be a place for sale. The guard let me in when I told him I was looking for a place to buy and told me where there was a place for sale.

Sure enough, the place I had admired from the lake was the one that was for sale. It was on a large lot that was sort of a corner lakefront. 

There was a "For Sale By Owner" sign in the front yard with a phone number on it, so I called it and the man that answered the phone said he would be right there. He drove up and said he had only had the place for sale for about two weeks, then he started showing me the house. 

The house was brick, had 4 bedrooms, 2 1/2 baths, a large kitchen, a sunken den, large closets everywhere and a huge redwood deck as you walked out the back sliding door. Oh yeah, most of the deck was covered...nice and shady. Part was open to the sun for sunbathing. 

All the furniture was to stay with the house. There was a dock and boathouse as well.

The lot itself had a number of oak trees around the house and quite a few pine trees all over the lot.

I said "Mr. Johnson, if you don't mind my asking why are you selling the place?" He started stammering and finally said "Well my wife just didn't like it so we moved." (Little did I know...) 

After some dickering with the man we agreed on a price. I pulled out my checkbook and wrote him a check for the whole shebang. The owner had a look like, "Naw, this just ain't happenin." I grinned at him and told him to feel free to call the bank.

He did. When he got off the phone, he said "Well the bank said your check was good. My wife and I have already moved out, so you can take possession immediately. I signed all the necessary papers. He gave me the keys and left, with the check in his hand, shaking his head.

I walked out on the back deck to look at the lake. The view was magnificent. It made me want to go fishing. I walked to the dock / boathouse to look. It was all in good condition with a lift in the boathouse. 

The owner had told me I could fish from the dock if I wanted. The dock was covered, so you could fish in the shade. 

I just needed to buy me a boat.

I drove back out to the gate where the guard had been told that I had bought the place and he put a sticker on my windshield. I drove out to the main highway and turned left. 

I knew there was a boat dealership a short distance down the road. I had bought accessories from them before, so they knew who I was. 

I stepped onto their show floor. 

The owner saw me come in and said "Hi Danny. What can we do for you today?"

"Well" I said, "I want a new boat"

He grinned and said "OK, we can do that. What kind of boat do you want?"

"Don't you handle Skeeter boats?"

"We do. I have one of their newest 20-ft. models here on the show floor.

I looked at it and it had a trolling motor, two Lowrance depth finders, a 250hp Evenrude outboard motor with a stainless prop, and a lot of other goodies.

"OK, I'll take it, but I want the biggest kick ass trolling motor you sell on it ."

"I think we can do that. Do you have a trade-in?

"No."

How do you want to pay for this? Are you going to finance this?"

"No. I'm going to write you a check, if that's all right. You can call the bank if you want.

He blanched. "You mean you want to pay the whole thing?"

"You got it."

"Uh, let me call your bank. He called the bank, gave them the numbers off the check and they evidently told him the check was good. 

"If you're going to pay what might as well be called cash I can cut you a deal on price. What you're wanting is 32,000 dollars, but I'll let you have it for 30,000. As late as it is today, It won't be ready until tomorrow. Are you living here at the lake these days?

"Yes I am."

"OK, you tell me where and I'll just deliver it to you.

"OK." I started telling him where my new place was and how to get there.

"Oh, you bought old man Johnson's place?"

"Uh, yeah."

"I know right where that is. We did work for him several times. It won't take me long to run the boat thru make ready and I'll put it on the lake and to your dock. I'll put the trailer by the house.

"Give me a call when it's ready and I'll be there to meet you." I said.

By then it was after 5 and I was getting hungry. There was a chicken place across the road from the boat dealer, so that's where I headed. 

After I ate I drove back down the main highway to the county road where I was to turn. 

I noticed a large super market on one corner, so I stopped and stocked up on groceries and beer.

It had gotten dark while I was in the store and when I drove up to my new place a mercury light was burning in front of the garage. I triggered a small pad and the door opened so I could drive right in. 

I got all the groceries put up and was sitting at the table having a beer, when my cell phone rang. I answered and it was my ex- wife.

With out any preamble, she started in "Your whore daughter got herself pregnant at her senior prom and I want you to come and get her. I won't have her living with me anymore."

"OK, not a problem. I'll be there tomorrow. Let me talk to Tammy."

Tammy got on the phone, and I told her. "Baby it's going to be OK. I'll be there by 10 in the morning. You get your clothes and anything else packed and I'll pick you up.

Tammy was sniffling when she said "OK daddy; I'll be waiting. Then she quietly said, "Mom's got a new boyfriend and I don't like the way he keeps looking at me. He gives me the creeps. 

I was musing, as I drove to pick Tammy up. I had been 22 when she was born and now I was 40 that meant she was 18. 

By 10 that morning I was at the place where Tammy and her mother lived. I was thankful her mother had gone to work so I didn't have to deal with her. Tammy was watching for me and we quickly got all her things and loaded them in the truck.

"Did you leave your mom a note?"

"Yes. It just says I'm gone. I didn't put an address on it or anything. I just signed it."

"Good. I don't live here in town any more and honey I'd just as soon your mother NEVER knows where I live." 

As we got in the truck to leave, I noticed that Tammy had on the shortest pair of short shorts I had ever seen. The cheeks of her cute little bottom were clearly showing, along with a barely there top that looked as if it was struggling to cover her tits. 

I took a good look and suddenly realized that Tammie was no longer my "little" girl any more. She had definitely grown into a beautiful young woman.

"God Tammy, I hope you don't get arrested for that outfit you're almost wearing."

"Do you like it Daddy? I wore it just for you."

I thought, "My god, my 18-yr. old daughter is coming on to me. I thought for a few minutes and decided I didn't mind a bit. I had missed this crazy girl.

I headed east on hwy.175 and as we were driving along, Tammy asked me, "Daddy, just where do you live?"

"Sugar I just bought a place on Palestine Lake and that's where I call home. I hope you still like to fish. 

By the way I need to make a phone call. I bought a new boat yesterday and they're supposed to deliver it today. I want to make sure we'll be there when they do."

The boat place said they were going to deliver about three, so it seemed like it was going to work just fine.

As we were traveling along the highway, I asked Tammy if she had a driver's license. She told me that she did, because she had taken driver-ed in school and when she finished the course it came with a driver's license. 

My next question was a bit more serious. "Tammy what's the deal on you getting pregnant?"

Tammy took a deep breath and said "I went to the senior prom with a guy I had been dating. Everybody was drinking some,but daddy you know I'm not much of a drinker. 

Anyway, he kept filling my glass up and I guess I got pretty drunk. When the prom was over he took me out to the lake and had his way with me. I found out later that the drinks were laced with "Date Rape,"

I missed my next period, so I got one of those pregnancy test kits and it showed that sure enough I was pregnant. 

When I told him he disappeared and I've never seen him again. 

I really expected more for my first time, but he was like a damn jackrabbit ... wham, bam, thank you mam. I never even got off. Not an experience I want to repeat."

(I thought to myself, if I ever run across that punk I'm going to take my pocketknife and castrate his sorry ass.)

"I see. Well OK...uh, how far along are you?"

"As near as I can tell, about 6 weeks. I'm not even showing yet."

"OK sugar. We need to get you in to a doctor so that your progress can be monitored."

We drove into Frankston and I stopped at the Ford dealership there.

"Why are we stopping here dad."

"You'll see" I said

On their show floor there sat a new red Mustang convertible.

"Do you like convertibles?"

"Oh god yes. I've wanted one of these...like forever."

The Mustang had a V-6 in it with an automatic transmission with all the other bells and whistles on it.

The salesman came over and asked if we had found what we wanted. 

I told him yes ... we'd take it. 

"You're buying that for me?" Tammy asked

"Yep, all for you."

"OH MY GOD."

As I paid for the car, I told the salesman to put it in Tammy's name. "How long before we can get it?" I asked.

"You can have it now. It's ready. Let me get it off the show floor and fill it up with gas and it's all yours.

"Young lady, you be careful how you drive that thing. It'll run a hole in the wind and any tickets you get are on you. OK?"

Tammy eased up close to me and whispered "Dad; you just wrote a check for that car. What did you do ... win the lottery?"

I grinned at her and said "As a matter of fact, I did. I'll tell you about it later."

The look on Tammy's face was priceless. She threw her arms around my neck and said "Thank you daddy".

We got ready to leave and I said "Alright sexy daughter follow me." I turned north on hwy.155 to the F.M.rd. where I turned right to the drive the complex was on. 

I stopped at the guard shack and told the guy at the gate I needed another sticker for the Mustang. 

He put it on the windshield and Tammy thanked him.

We got to our new home and put the car and truck in the garage and had started in the house when a truck arrived with the boat trailer.

Tammy giggled and said "Where's the boat dad?" 

"It's already on the lake sugar." I told her

The kid driving the truck couldn't keep his eyes off Tammy and her short short's. I couldn't really blame him. 

I know I'm her dad, but my dick had been hard ever since I had picked Tammy up. 

The other guy had put the boat in the slip and came up where I signed more papers saying I had received the boat. He handed me the keys and they left.

"Come on sexy daughter; let's go see if this new boat will run.

As we were walking to the boathouse I reached and squeezed a cheek on Tammy's bottom. She snuggled under my arm to say "I've wanted you to do that ever sense you picked me up daddy."

"Sugar, I've been WANTING to do that ever sense I picked you up." 

My dick was still hard. 

We settled in the boat and I idled away from the dock. I turned my cap around backwards and said "Sexy daughter, are you ready for this?"

I don't think Tammy realized what was going to happen, Because when I cracked the throttle the boat left like a shot. 

I glanced at Tammy and she had quickly grabbed a handrail. Her eyes were big and she yelled "My god dad this thing really hooks em."

We played with the boat the rest of the afternoon. I went to the dam, all out. 

We stopped at a camp that had a store and got us a cool drink. 

I thought I was going to have to fight my way out of the place. Tammy's almost there shorts drew a crowd in a hurry. 

We finally headed back to our place. I stopped at some stick-ups on the way back to check out the trolling motor. I was glad I had gotten the larger one.

It was nearly dark when we got back to our slip. I flipped a switch and raised the boat out of the water. There was a disconnect so that the boat couldn't be moved and I tripped it and locked it in the "off" position.

"I think I could use something to eat sugar. Are you hungry?"

"Yes I am."

"OK, how about some steaks with all the trimmings?"

"That sounds fine dad. If you don't mind I'm going to take a shower while you're doing the steaks."

"Since we haven't gotten your things out of the truck, why don't you help your self to one of my T-shirts after you shower?" I told her.

"OK, thanks dad."

She got out of the shower and came in the kitchen where I was grilling the steaks. 

I noticed the T-shirt just barely covered her cute rump, then I realized that her titties were pushing the shirt up and making it shorter. My 18-yr. old daughter definitely had big tits and I could tell her nipples were hard because they were making a sharp dent in the T-shirt.

Suddenly my hard dick was making me uncomfortable.

"Watch the steaks sweetie. I'm going to take a shower myself." The cold shower calmed me down some and I slipped on a pair of boxers when I left the bathroom.

Tammy had everything ready when I got back and had set the table. We sat down to a really enjoyable meal. 

The dishwasher had finished with the dishes so we started putting them up. 

Tammy reached to put a bowl on a top shelf in the cabinet. As she stretched the T-shirt rode up and there were those cute little ass cheeks.I moved behind her and with both hands I squeezed them.

Tammy whirled and suddenly her arms were around my neck and she was kissing me. We broke our kiss and she said "I really like it when you squeeze my ass daddy. You can do that any time. God you make me so horny."

I had pulled her close to me, and her words had the effect that my cock was hard instantly. I thought it would just make a tent in my shorts, but oh no, it had to stick itself through the opening and be rubbing Tammy's pussy.

"Ohhh, somebody wants to play." She placed her hand on my hard cock and placed it between her legs. "Daddy, I want you to fuck my pussy. I've been waiting for this forever."

"You sexy little minx, I've been wanting to fuck your hot little pussy all day." I said

My daughter, it seemed, was as hot-blooded as her daddy was. The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree I thought to myself. I already had my hands on her bottom, so I lifted her up and she placed her legs around my waist. 

"If we're going to do this sexy daughter, we're going to do it right. We're going into my bedroom and take your T-shirt off and I'm going to suck on your titties, then I'm going to taste your pretty little pussy, then I'm going to put my hard cock in your cunt and fuck you until you tell me to stop. Oh ... I fully intend to cum in your pussy too."

"You're going to be fucking my pussy for a long time then daddy, because I don't plan on telling you to stop."

We had gotten to the bedroom by then and I let Tammy put her feet on the floor. She pulled the T-shirt over her head and stood before me totally naked. The sight before me was breathtaking. My beautiful naked daughter was exquisite. She was shaved clean and her pussy was a "camel toe."

I dropped my shorts and Tammy's eyes widened at the sight of my hard cock. I'm about 7" long and quite big around.

Tammy's comment was, "My god daddy, you're huge. I don't know if that will fit in my pussy."

I grinned and said, "It'll fit sugar, it'll fit just fine."

I laid Tammy on the bed, crawled on top of her and tried to stick my tongue down her throat.

Tammy just gurgled.

The next thing was to suck on her titties and try to inhale her hard nipples.

"Oh god dad, that feels sooo good."

I made sure both got equal time. I licked down her tummy and stuck my tongue in her navel.

"Ahhhh daddy."

I licked the length of her pussy, from her asshole to her clit, then thrust my tongue in her hole as far as I could.

"OH MY GOD DADDY... YESSSSSSSSS."

Numerous times I thrust my tongue in her pussy hole. Her clit had come out from under its hood and needed some attention, so I started lashing it with my tongue and sucking on it. 

Tammy started cumming and didn't stop and after numerous orgasms..."Oh god daddy you're going to have to stop. I can't take any more. I'm just too sensitive."

I eased up to where I could kiss Tammy and told her "Sugar you have a beautiful pussy that tastes fantastic." She was already wet so I lined up my cock and with a gentle thrust buried it balls deep in her delightful pussy.

"Oh daddy, I'm stuffed. Let me get used to having you in my pussy."

"Am I hurting you? Do you want me to pull out?"

"Don't you dare."

In a few minutes Tammy wiggled her ass and started thrusting at me. I knew then that she was ready.

"I want you to fuck my pussy daddy. I want you to make me cum."

I fully intended to do just that. I started with slow strokes and began fucking my daughter. 

It wasn't long before Tammy was uttering gibberish, then she screamed, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

I had speeded up with my thrusts and knew I wasn't going to last much longer, her hot little pussy was just too tight and felt too good. 

"Baby girl... I'm going to cum in your pussy...NOW." 

I started shooting a large amount of cum in her pussy and several spurts later, I finally stopped. 

I knew the cum would be running out of Tammy's cunt, and into the crack of her ass. Since we hadn't put a towel down I rolled over where she was on top. 

I was still hard in her pussy. I squeezed her ass and told her, "Tammy you have an amazing pussy."

"You think so daddy? Ohhhh you're still hard."

She raised up and began to fuck ME. Her hot little pussy felt soooo good.

It wasn't long before she said "Ohhh daddy I'm gonna cummmmm and she did.

I was right behind her. "I'm going to cum too sugar." This time it was a gentle flow filling her pussy. I knew I was done for a while. We rested for a short time, then I carried my daughter in the shower and we washed all the cum off.

We were drying each other off when Tammy said "Dad, in my wildest dreams I never knew it would be like that. Can we do that again?"

"Yes, but you're going to have to let your dad rest for a while. See the good Lord gave females the ability to have multiple orgasms, but He just gave males the ability to normally have one. This time I was lucky enough to have two.




Second Time Around



"OK I can live with that."

We lay down on the bed, where Tammy snuggled up to me and we drifted off to sleep. It must have been nearly two hours later when I woke up to Tammy sucking my cock. I lost no time sliding under her where I could engulf her pussy. I licked between her lips and thrust my tongue in her pussy hole as deep as I could. 

My daughter didn't stop sucking my cock, but I heard a muffled "Umphhh." I let her know I was close to cumming in her mouth, but she only sucked harder. 

My hard dick started spurting to fill her mouth. I don't think she ever lost a drop. She started filling my mouth full of girl cum and I almost couldn't swallow fast enough. We lay for a short while before she rolled off of me. 

I crawled between her legs and kissing her mouth, I told her, "Sweetie, you have the sweetest tasting pussy I've ever had. I rubbed my cock over her pussy to get it wet and buried it in her pussy again.

"Ohhhh Yesss daddy, fuck... my... pussy."

I did,

The sun was just coming up when we quit and fell asleep.

It was shortly after noon when we woke up. Tammy made it known she had to go pee. I told her I did too. We headed to separate bathrooms to take care of our morning chores. 

Back in the bedroom, Tammy informed me I had made her pussy sore last night. 

I told her I could lick her pussy and make it feel better.

"Oh no you don't." she said.

"Well, if I can't have any pussy how bout we go fishin. Other than a good piece of pussy I think that's probably my second favorite thing to do."

"OK, but I want to wear the T-shirt you gave me. Maybe the breeze will cool my pussy off some."

I quickly made coffee and found some sweets I had gotten from the store and we headed for the boat. I tied some lures on that would run about 18 ft. deep and told Tammie we would go and troll for a while. 

We spent the rest of the afternoon trolling for bass. We didn't catch many, but what we did catch were pretty big.

We returned to the dock and I told Tammy we would have one of the fish for supper and that I'd freeze the rest after I cleaned them. I had a special knife that made short work of cleaning those fish.

Tammy had gone to the house to start fixing the other things that went with fried fish. She met me as I was coming in the door and handed me my cell phone. 

"Who is it?" I asked. 

"Your sister, she mouthed."

"Hey sis, what's going on?"

"Not a whole lot, by the way, who was that girl, that answered the phone? Have you got a new girlfriend little brother?"

"Well... no. That was Tammie."

"Tammy is living with you now? When did that happen? I thought she lived with her mother."

"She did until about two days ago. Her mother called and said I needed to come and get her that she was a whore and she didn't want her living there anymore."

"Tell her all of it dad" Tammy whispered.

I nodded. "There is more to it. Tammy's pregnant. That happened after the senior prom. So after her mother called I went and got her and brought her back here."

"Back here, where is "Here?"

"Palestine lake. It's not far from Tyler. See I was lucky enough to win the lottery, so I bought a place I had my eye on here."

     ................

"Danny, I need to ask you a big favor. I almost hesitate to do it."

"Now sis you know I'll help you any way I can. When we were kids we were always close as paint on the house. Are you and your husband having trouble?"

"Danny, I don't have a husband any more. He started gambling at the horse race track. He lost a lot of money. He even sold my truck to pay his debts. After that, I kicked him out and filed for divorce. It was final the other day, so I moved out of the house and sold it. Can I ask you to come and get me? I have a little money and that should last me until I get a job."

"Of course I'll come and get you. Where are you now?"

"I'm staying at a Ramada Inn. It's just off I-20 near Minden,"

"I know where it is. Tammy and I will be there in the morning to get you."

"Let me talk to Tammy again." I handed Tammy the phone and heard Carol say "Tammy it's been several years since I've seen you and you may not remember me..."

"Of course I remember you Aunt Carol. You always made me feel special."

"Well I want you to know, that I know how down you must feel about this pregnancy thing."

"I'm not down Aunt Carol. Daddy's been helping me with that little problem."

"What do you mean honey?"

"Well daddy made love to me all night long last night. I finally had to make him stop. My pussy was getting sore."

"Oh is that right...put my brother back on the phone." 

"You incestuous little fucker. You mean you fucked your own daughter?"

"Well, the devil made me do it."

"Yeah right. Danny I'm jealous."

I decided that since I couldn't baffle my sister with bullshit I'd try and dazzle her with brilliance.

"Sis. Tammy's just as hot-blooded as you or I are. If you recall I was going to fuck YOUR pussy one day, but unfortunately the folks came back too soon. I had every intention of fucking you absolutely silly."

"Bro I intend to hold you to that. I'll be waiting for you to pick me up in the morning."

I hung up the phone and Tammy asked, "Daddy were you and Aunt Carol lovers when you were growing up?"

"No, but it wasn't for the lack of trying. 

There was a day the folks had gone somewhere. Carol and I decided we were going to fuck each other stupid. We had our clothes off and I was just about to mount her when we heard the folks come back. 

Carol escaped to the bathroom and I pulled my clothes back on. Somehow the folks suspected and they never left us by ourselves again."

"Several years went by and Carol married that piss-ant in Louisiana. I always thought it was a mistake, but it was Carol's mistake to make."

"Come on sexy little daughter. I want to fuck your hot little pussy at least once tonight and by the way. I want you naked in my bed every night."

"I can do that." Tammy said.

That night I did pound Tammy's pussy once, but we were just too beat for any more.

The next morning we were up early and headed for Minden La. 

A few hours brought us to the Ramada Inn where Carol was waiting. I found her room and knocked on the door. 

Carol opened the door and came rushing into my arms. I grabbed her by the ass and pulled her to me. 

My dick got hard in about two seconds. 

Carol looked at me and grinned, saying "Bro. you've got a hard-on." 

"Of course" I told her.

Sis broke away from me to hug Tammy. "My god Tammy, you're all grown up now." Then the hugging and kissing started. I knew then that these two were going to get along just fine, I also knew that I would be blessed with a tremendous amount of pussy. I could hardly wait.

We loaded what few things Carol had in the bed of the pick-up and headed back to the place on the lake.

As we were riding along Carol asked that I tell her a little more about the place I had bought. 

"Well Carol it's brick, four bedrooms, has a big kitchen, a sunken den and lots of closet space. There is a big deck out back that overlooks the lake. I think you will like it sis. 

Carol asked "Are you sure you want two oversexed females living with you?"

"That goes both ways Carol. I think we ought to make inside the house at least, a no clothes area. It'll make it so much nicer any time we get horny. That way I can get plugged in any time."

Carol looked at Tammy and said, "My brother has a pussy fixation. He always was a little strange. 

Tammy was laughing when she said "Carol I can attest to the pussy fixation. I know first hand and I'll gladly share."

We drove in to the new home and when we got inside Carol couldn't believe it.

"Carol I want you to consider this your new home now," I said. 

Suddenly my sister was smothering me with kisses. Again I was squeezing her sexy little bottom.

The girls decided they wanted showers, so they left chattering like a bunch of magpies.

I had gone out on the deck and was sitting in a lounge there when the girls came out. Tammy had gotten Carol one of my T-shirts as well. I stood up and gathered both girls under my arms, squeezing their cute bare bottoms. 

I said "My life is complete now. I've got both my sexy daughter and my sexy sister living with me. Girls, as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't get any better than this. 

I had a hard-on again; it was tenting the front of my shorts.

Carol shoved her hand down the front of my shorts and grabbed my hard dick to give it a squeeze. "I will definitely want this in my pussy...soon."

"That can be arranged" I told her.

"Let's show her the boat daddy."

"Boat! You've got a boat? That's one of the things I miss most. My ex sold that too, to help pay his gambling debts.

We walked down to the boathouse and I let the boat down in the water. We all got aboard and I idled away from the dock. 

When I turned my cap around backward Tammy told Carol "You better hang on. This thing lights a shuck when dad stabs it. 

I shoved the throttle forward and we were off. I noticed that T-shirts had blown up and that both pussies were shaved bare and were well displayed. 

We played with the boat for a while and I found a brush pile I thought would have crappie around it. I checked it with one of the depth finders and it showed many crappie. I told the girls we needed to get some minnows and give the place a try.

We headed back to the dock where I put the boat up "Girls, let's go eat. I'm getting hungry. 

When we got to the house both girls said they wanted showers...again. 

Girls and their showers I thought to myself. Well, I guess I better have one too. When I was finished I just put on boxer shorts again.

I was fixing our meal when the girls came in. they had gotten their luggage and both were "almost" dressed in baby doll gowns...no panties. Oh shit, sproing, my cock quickly made itself known thru the slit in my boxers.

"Do you like them daddy?"

"Like em. My god girls, what's not to like?"

Carol was grinning when she said "OF course he likes them. His hard dick says he does."

Both girls took great pleasure in flashing me with their bare bottoms and cute pussies. My cock never did go soft.

After supper both girls came to me to give me a hug. Carol said "Danny, my pussy is wet and I am soooo horny. Will you take me to bed and fuck me." 

"Yeah dad, me too." Tammy echoed her. 

They left me with a rather stunned look on my face. It sure didn't take me long to head for the bedroom myself.

When I got there, two very naked girls were waiting for me. I noticed that both bare pussies were "Camel Toe." It must be a genetic trait I thought.

Carol said "Danny it's been a very long time. I want you to fuck my pussy... NOW. 

Her arms went around my neck and I tried to put my tongue down her throat. I laid her down on the bed and began giving her the same treatment I had given Tammy; I inhaled her tits, licked her pussy, buried my tongue in her hole and seriously lashed her clit.

"DANNY, OH MY GOD...DANNY, AGHHHHHHH." After she'd had several orgasms... "Oh please, that's enough. No more, please. You've made me too tender."

I mounted my sister then, to tell her how sweet her pussy tasted and to thrust a very hard cock deep in her hot pussy.

"Oh god Danny, I won't ever call you "little" brother again. Fuck my pussy. Make me cum."

Not only was I going to make my sister cum. I fully intended to flood her pussy with my cum. 

Sis must have been pretty wound up, because the next thing I knew she was shouting..."AGHHHHH DANNY...I'M CUMMMMMING, I'M CUMMMMMING.

"I'm going to flood your hot little pussy sis. Here it comes...NOW. Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt. 

I knew the cum was running out and down her ass and again we hadn't put anything down to keep it off the sheets. (I must remember to put a towel down.) I turned over so sis was on top. 

It was obvious she hadn't had enough because she began posting up and down on my still hard cock. 

I reached for Tammy and she willingly placed her pussy over my mouth, where I began licking like a mad man.

I heard Carol when she said "Oh my god, it's gonna happen, ohhhhh I'm gonna, I'm gonna... aghhhhhh... yesssssss."

Tammy was right behind her, saying "Ohhhhh daddy. Yesss, oh yessss."

Carol rolled off, telling Tammy to take her place, that my dick was still hard. 

Tammy quickly switched places and impaled herself on my hard cock. She didn't last long before she was cumming. 

I told her "Tammy you're fixing to get a pussy full of cum." My dick erupted in Tammy's hot pussy. 

My daughter was spent and she just lay down on my chest, where I was fondly squeezing the cheeks of her ass. "Daddy it just keeps getting better and better."

"Yes it does honey and just think, now I've got two prime pussies to fuck."

Both girls were giggling. Carol said "Danny I hope we can do that again. I really didn't want to stop.

"Let me tell you something sis. The problem won't be to get my hard dick IN your pussy... it'll be getting it OUT and getting me to STOP fuckin your pussy."

"Girls, never have I ever had pussies like you two have. You both have incredibly awesome pussies. I doubt I'll ever get enough." 

The rest of the night was spent with my hard cock in one pussy or the other. I knew one thing... I hoped my dick didn't stop working.

We were sitting at the table the next morning to have our morning coffee. 

Both girls had decided to stay naked all the time here in the house. Both were sitting on my lap and of course my cock was hard. Both my girls had a hand on my dick and were idly jacking it. 

"Girls, I'm gonna cum I announced and I did.

"OHHH...BREAKFAST, Carol squealed and inhaled my hard cock. 

She and my daughter took turns cleaning me off. They both climbed back in my lap to give me a kiss. I thought to myself, man it just doesn't get any better than this.

      ...................

"Carol, didn't you tell me your truck had been sold?"

"Oh yes. My asshole of a husband sold it to pay some of his gambling debts."

"Hmmm, If you got a new truck, what would you want?"

"Well, I don't think I'd want a big truck, maybe something like a Toyota, or a Nissan, or maybe a Ford Ranger. I really like those Ford Ranger's. I think they're so neat."

I looked at Tammy and said "Tammy I think we need to make another trip to Frankston, don't you?"

Tammy was grinning when she said "We sure do dad."

"What's in Frankston?" Carol wanted to know.

"The local Ford dealership." I told her.

"Why are we going there...uh...Danny what are you going to do?"

"Buy you a new Ford truck."

"YOU WHAT?"

"You heard me. I want to buy you a new Ford truck." 

The look on my sister's face was priceless.

"What color would you like?"

"Blue, I want a blue one, OH MY GOD. Danny I didn't expect this. Did you Tammy?"

"I got mine day before yesterday. It's a red Mustang convertible." Tammy said.

The Frankston dealership didn't have a truck on their show floor, so we walked across the street where they had their stock of vehicles. 

Sure enough they had a blue Ranger extended cab truck there. It too had a V-6 and everything else Ford had to offer but a place to piss.

"What do you think sis?"

"Danny, it's perfect. It's everything I wanted."

The same salesman had followed us to the lot, so I turned to him and said "We'll take it. Get it ready."

"OK. It should be ready by four o'clock. You can pick it up then.'

We walked back to the show floor where I paid him and told him to put it in Carol Thomas's name.

Carol whispered in my ear. "Danny my last name isn't Thomas."

We were walking to my truck, when I said "It will be. 

We're going in to Tyler and get a marriage license. They won't ask if we're related, just to see our driver's licenses and there are different names on those. 

Then we can get a judge to marry us; uh this is, with your approval of course. I guess I'd better ask if you WANT to marry your crazy brother first.

Carol didn't even have to think about it "You better hope to shout I want to marry my crazy brother."

Tammy was clapping her hands.

So we drove in to Tyler and got rings for Carol. Then to the courthouse, got a license and had a judge marry us. We left, with a girl on either side of me with their arms linked through mine. 

Lunch seemed to be in order, so I took the girls to a nice restaurant where we celebrated being married. It was 3 o'clock when we left, so I headed back to Frankston to get Carol's new truck. 

It was ready, and we took delivery. The girls wanted to ride together when we headed back to the lake.

It was almost 5 when we got back. None of us were terribly hungry, so we stripped our clothes off and decided to lounge it on the deck. 

Of course with two naked girls lying on either side of me, my dick got hard. 

Carol noticed and threw her leg over me, stuffed my hard cock in her pussy and she just lay down on my chest. 

"Danny, you don't know how good this feels. I thought it would never happen."

I was rubbing her ass when I told her. "It's happening sugar, it's really happening." 

I started seriously fucking my new wife. It wasn't long until I spurted a large amount of jizz in her tight little pussy and Carol started cumming too. 

Carol rolled off and Tammy took her place and I was suddenly fucking my daughter. Seemed like it only took a minute until Tammy started cumming and I started shooting jizz in her pussy too.

It had gotten dark, so we went inside where the girls fixed a light supper. After that we all went to bed and just crashed. It had been quite a day and I think we were all pretty ragged out.

After I gave the girls an injection of cum the next morning, I decided to go fishing. I asked the girls if they wanted to go, but they both said no, that they were going to lie out on the deck in the sun. 

I left and headed for the brush pile I had found the other day. The depth finder showed there were lots of crappie there. I had some "Flee-flies" and some small plastic grubs that had spinners on them. I rigged two light rods with them and started fishing. In no time I had a limit of good-sized crappie.

It was close to noon when I got back to the boathouse. I cleaned the fish with my special knife and headed for the house. My next door neighbor was out in his back yard and I waved to him as I was heading for the house. 

He waved me over and said "Well, how are you guys all getting along?" I noticed he had a grin on his face as he asked. I wondered what was going on. 

"Look Danny, my wife and I have seen the girls out sunbathing in the nude and we want you to know we're fine with it. My wife and I do the same thing ourselves. 

Actually... my wife is my cousin.

We heard your girls talking and the older one made some comment about being your sister, so I'm guessing the other is your daughter. Am I right?" 

I took a deep breath and said "Yeah Tony they are, uh; look we really don't want any trouble..."

"There won't be. 

Let me fill you in about this place. Several years ago A guy bought this land and built a house on it. He had two sisters that lived with him. They stayed naked all the time and of course he was fuckin em both. He had bought several acres and over a period of time it turned in to the development you see today." 

"As the lots were sold, the old man made the stipulation that the buyers had to be nudists and blood relations, like brother/sister, or cousins, or...well you get the drift." 

"It was all kept pretty quiet so that word never got out that this place was an incest, nudist development. The law would have had a field day."

"After the lots were sold the first time though the owners could actually do what they wished. The new owner did not have to be a nudist or married to a family member, but they were strongly encouraged that it be that way." 




Second Time Around



"That's what the deal was when you bought the place from old man Johnson. He wasn't the first owner and as far as we knew, he and his wife weren't blood relations or nudists. 

We didn't really know about your family either, until my wife and I heard your sister and daughter talking and of course it was obvious they were nudists." This last with a big grin, "so Danny, welcome to the neighborhood."

I shook hands with him and headed for the house, thinking THAT"S why the old man got so flustered when I asked him why he was selling the place. 

I had much to ponder. 

As I headed to the kitchen 

I noticed that both girls were asleep on the deck. 

The fish went in plastic bags and into the freezer. 

I stripped off my shorts as I walked back to the deck. Tammy was lying on her back with her legs splayed out, so I got between her legs and began to slurp her cunt. 

She woke with a start and sucking in her breath she gasped..."Ohhh, Carol. Daddy's licking my pussy."

Carol giggled and told her "Yes honey; he's very good at that"

Tammy came all over my tongue and I switched to Carol. I began licking her pussy and she started cumming as hard as Tammy had. 

When the girls calmed down some, I said "Maybe that'll hold you two until after supper." 

We decided to go to the shady part of the deck. There was an air mattress there and I told the girls we wouldn't have to worry about being out on the deck without clothes anymore.

"Oh, how's that?" Carol wanted to know.

I told the girls the story that our neighbor had just told me.

"Oh goody." Tammy said "We won't have to worry then. Being naked is one of my favorite things to do, other than having my daddy lick my pussy and give me a good fuckin." 

The rest of the afternoon was spent snoozing, with all three of us naked.

Finally Tammy woke up and said "I'm getting hungry."

"Honey there's some fresh crappie in the freezer. Why don't you fix that?"

Tammy headed to the kitchen and shortly I heard her fixing supper. 

Carol woke up and said "Where's Tammie?" 

I told her she was fixing supper. "I'll go and help her. There's no use in her doing it all." 

The fried fish was delicious. After the clean up it must have been 8:30. The girls came to me and Tammy said "Daddy it's later now and Carol and I are really horny. Do you think you could help us out?"

"I know I can help. I pointed. The bedroom's that way. I was living every man's dream. There were two naked sexy females that wanted to get fucked all the time. I love it, I love it."

I fucked them both that night until none of us could twitch.

Carol had taken Tammy to the doctor for a regular visit and while they were gone I happened to find Tammy's diary open on her desk to the last entry. Idly, I started reading. 

Dear diary, I'm over 18 now and I can't believe what has happened. I always knew my daddy loved me, and after I got pregnant and mom threw me out, daddy came and got me. 

I wasn't too sure how he was going to take that I was PG, but dad just took it in stride and said it would be OK and that we would get thru it. 

Dad brought me back here to the lake and told me that this was now my home and that I didn't have to leave...ever. 

I teased my daddy shamelessly, because I stayed so horny and one day he took me to bed and sunk his big hard cock balls deep in my pussy. Daddy was so big. I didn't think his dick would fit, but it did. It wasn't long before I was cumming and he was blasting my pussy full of hot cum. 

After that daddy fucked me all the time. He is an amazing man and I love him dearly. 

Dad married his sister Carol, but he makes me feel like I'm his wife too. I know Carol is my aunt, but she makes me feel more like her sister. I don't know whether daddy knows or not, but Carol and I are lovers too.

There were tears in my eyes as I walked to the boathouse to go fishing. I thought, daughter you, my sister, or that baby you're going to have will ever have to worry about a thing as long as I have anything to say about it.

About two months later, it was my birthday when Carol came to me with a really serious look on her face. 

"Danny Uh...I'm pregnant.

I started grinning and couldn't stop. "You're going to have our baby?"

"Yes. I hope you're all right with this."

"Of course I'm all right with it. What ever made you think I wouldn't be."

"Well I just didn't know."

"Told ya." Tammy said.

Tammy was about three month's along by then and had just barely started to show that she was pregnant.

So Carol signed up with Tammy and once a month they both went in for their checkups.

Me. I went fishin. 

Having two pregnant girls around was a gas. They both were hornier than before. I was well in practice now, so of course I tried too fuck them both silly.

Time seemed to pass quickly for us, but in the last weeks of her pregnancy Tammy got real uncomfortable. Any time she laid down there seemed to be no position that was comfortable for her. 

One morning Carol woke me up to say "Danny I think we better take Tammy to the hospital. It's time."

We got her to the hospital in Tyler where she went into hard labor. About 8 hrs. later little Shawn was born. 

He came out raising lots of hell and as soon as they cleaned him up and let his mother have him, he nuzzled until he found her nipple. 

Everything was fine after that. The kid was just hungry.

When it came time to fill out berth certificate papers, Tammy asked me what to put for the baby's last name. With conviction, I said "Put down Thomas. I don't care who his daddy was.

Three days later we got to bring the two of them home. Having a new little one around was certainly interesting.

One afternoon, I'd been out fishing and Carol had gone to the doctor in Tyler. When I got back Tammy was sitting in the rocking chair I had bought her, with little Shawn nursing her breast and I stopped to admire the scene. 

Little Shawn got his fill and went to sleep. Tammie put him down in his crib, then turned to me...

"Dad, mom called the other day."

"Oh"

"Yeah, she wanted to wish me a happy birthday. She said "I would have sent you a card, but I don't know where you live." I knew she was fishing for information, but I didn't tell her anything. Finally, she outright asked where I lived, but I still wouldn't tell her. She finally realized I wasn't going to tell her and she said "Tammy I'm sorry about what happened. I...

"I interrupted her and said "Mom thank you for remembering my birthday, but I'm still not going to tell you where I live. You kicked me out when I needed you the most, so as far as I'm concerned, you don't have a daughter any more.

Mom was crying when I hung up. She never asked about the baby either. Do you ever think about her dad?"

"No Tammy, I don't. Your mom made her bed and I figure she has to lay in it. I don't hate your mother Tammy, but I don't want her back either." 

I grinned at her and said "She would never have understood the situation with you, Carol and myself. 

I guess I do wonder how things would have turned out if your mom and I hadn't split. 

As time went on, I don't recall Tammy ever saying anything about it again.

Some two months later, it was in the afternoon when Carol said "Danny you better take me to the hospital. I think my water just broke. 

I gathered my wife up and put her in the truck. 

Tammie said she wanted to go but she had better stay there so she could take care of little Shawn.

"That's all right honey. I'll call you later."

I got Carol to the hospital and about four hours later she delivered two of the cutest twin girls I had ever seen. We named them Brenda and Bobbie. I called Tammy to tell her she had two of the cutest nieces I had ever seen. A few days later I brought my brood home.

It was several months later when Tammy came to me and said "Dad I have a request."

"OK sugar, what is it?"

" I want to have another baby and I want it to be yours."

"You're sure about this honey?"

"I'm very sure daddy."

"Have you asked Carol about this?"

"Yes. She told me to quit taking the pills."

A little more than a month went by and Tammy said "Daddy we did it. I peed on a stick this morning and it turned blue.

The next few months seemed to fly by and the morning came when Tammie asked me to take her to the hospital. When we got there they took one look at Tammie and put her in a birthing room. An hour later little Tommy was born. A few days later I got to take my daughter and my SECOND son home.

I was on the deck one day and I thought to myself...Danny you have got to be the luckiest man alive and the most fortunate. My life had turned from absolute shit to one of utter delight.

When little Shawn, Brenda and Bobbie were 2yrs.old I started teaching them to fish off the dock. I had placed railings around the dock so they wouldn't fall in. The kids were delighted to go fishin with dad. They would watch the floats for hours waiting for a fish to jerk the float under the water.

As he got older I taught Tommy to fish too. They all seemed to share my fervor for fishing. 

When Tommy was three I took them all fishing in the boat and to the brush pile where I had caught so many crappie. That afternoon we brought back a boatload of fish for me to clean. Tammy and Carol came and helped me clean all those fish.

We had a big fish fry that night. The rest went into the freezer.

When the older three were 6, we enrolled them in school. I heard their mothers when they told the kids they couldn't go to school naked, that they would have to wear clothes. Tammy told Tommy his time was coming and he would go to school too, WITH CLOTHES ON.

Tammy started taking classes at the college in Tyler. She had gotten interested in Design Graphics and Digital Photography. The computer We were all using was a pretty big PC, but I knew I couldn't load everything Tammy needed on it, sooo, I bought her a new kick ass laptop computer and a new digital camera. 

She wanted a Mac, because that's what they were using in school. All the programs needed were included with the course. As time went on Tammy put that new computer to very good use. Even before she finished the course, she was doing free-lance work for several of the company's around Tyler, using both her computer and the camera. That told me she was doing extremely well.

I still fucked Tammy and Carol every chance I got. Life was extremely good.

When all the kids were in school my girls started going fishing with me again, wearing those skimpy T-shirts of course. Both girls kept their pussies shaved, which I delighted in. I really like shaved pussy. It can be licked without all that hair getting in the way.

The girls always wore those skimpy T-shirts on purpose, because they knew that my dick would constantly stay stiff. I finally got used to it enough so it didn't interfere with my fishing.

Our day usually started with me fucking the girls, and then we took the kids to school. When we got back to the house there was more fucking, then out on the lake to fish a while, then back to the deck for another good fuck. 

We would lounge it til about 3, then pick the kids up from school. After we got home, our fucking had to slow down though, because of the kids.

The kids would immediately shed their clothes and get naked. 

The afternoon was spent with me taking them out on the boat to catch crappie. After that there was supper, then the kids would all pile up to watch TV, then it was bath time and to bed.

After that Carol, Tammy and I would go to bed our selves and try to fuck each other senceless. I guess I did a pretty good job of it, because my girls always had smiles on their faces.

The next morning it would start all over again. I just knew I was the luckiest man alive.

When Brenda and Bobbie were older, Carol came to me and asked about putting the girls on birth control. She said "Since those kids go skinny dippin all the time it may not be to long before the boys...well, you know."

I gave her my permission. 

Time seemed to fly by and Tommy had his 18th. birthday. The other kids were already in college in Tyler and he joined them. Both he and Shawn decided they wanted to be architects. (Later years showed them doing very well. They formed a partnership between the two of them to later become the largest firm in the East Texas area.)

One Saturday morning we decided to let the kids sleep in, while their mothers and I went fishing. We were back about 10 o'clock and we went to wake them up. 

The girls were not in their room but we heard noises coming from the boy's room. The door was opened just a crack so we peeped in. The boys were giving the girls a serious fucking. I looked at Carol and Tammy and just grinned. Carol was shaking her head and Tammy seemed like she didn't know what to think. 

We went back to the den where Carol said "Well I knew it was going to happen...I just didn't know when."

We were sitting quietly in the den, drinking coffee when the kids came in. They all got red faced and Shawn said "Uh... we didn't think you guys would be back so soon." It was obvious they were all embarrassed. 

"Kids,you're all over 18 and it's all right. Your mothers and I all knew this was going to happen. 

"Was the pussy good boys?"

Tommy said "Yeah dad it..."

Bobbie hit him on the arm and said "Shut up Tommy." Then both girls started giggling and it got funny to all of us. I noticed the girls had cum running down their legs so I knew the boys had given them quite an injection.

(I noticed the boy's dicks were about the same size as mine. If we were all lined up and had hard-on's there would be very little difference.

Since Tammy was my daughter, I figured their big dicks and lust for pussy came naturally and since my young daughters were horny all the time, I figured they got that from Carol. 

I guessed I had something to do with all of it as well.)

The kids said they were going swimming and headed for the lake naked as jaybirds. I knew our neighbors wouldn't care so I just let them go. 

All this talk with the kids had made Carol and Tammy horny as they could be. The next thing I knew they were dragging me into our bedroom to get well fucked. I had no problem with that at all.

I was nearly noon when I walked down to the dock where the kids were swimming. I guess I should say fucking, cause that's what they were doing. Oh yeah...they had swapped partners.

"Come on kids I feel like buying another boat and I want you to go with me to help me decide.

We went back to the house so the kids could get dressed and I told Carol and Tammy I was going to take the kids and buy them a ski boat. 

There were several new boats on the show floor and I turned the kids loose to look. 

I winked at the salesman. He grinned and just left them alone. 

I had already been up there looking and found what I felt like was a good deal and I had bought it. 

Finally the kids all came and said they really couldn't decide.

"All right, come with me. "We walked out back and there sat a new 24-ft. Inboard/Out Drive ski rig with everything on it. 

"How about this one kids?" I asked.

"Gosh dad this one is perfect. We didn't see this one."

"I know kids. I bought this yesterday. All we have to do is hook this behind the truck and go put it on the lake. Lets go back inside and get life jackets, ropes and skis."

We put the boat on the lake at a nearby ramp and I told Shawn to drive it to our dock. "I'm going to take the trailer to the house, then I'll get your mothers and we'll get you kids out and teach you to ski.

We all got on the new boat and pulled out into the big cove behind the house. One at a time we got the kids behind the boat and started teaching them to ski. 

The kids all seemed to have a natural ability and it wasn't long before I had them out two at a time. 

Late that afternoon I think we had pretty well worn the kids out, so their mothers got behind the boat and yelled "Hit it." 

They were both on slalom skis and the next thing I knew they were both near the side of the boat, one on one side, one on the other.

They spent nearly an hour crossing from one side to the other, one ducking under the rope of the other to switch sides. Then Tammy got on Carol's shoulders and stood up. 

The kids couldn't believe it. 

When Tammy and Carol got back aboard, the kids were all clamoring for their mothers to teach them how to do that.

It was nearly dark so I headed back to our dock I knew I would need to have another boathouse built for the new boat. 

(I called a contractor the next day and told him what I wanted. I had him put it on the other side of the walkway. It was finished about a week later and the new ski boat had a home where it to could be raised out of the water and the circuit locked off.) 

We went to the house for supper. All of us were tired from the afternoon of sun and fun, so we decided to make an early night of it. 

Our kids informed us that they were NOT going to sleep boy/boy and girl/girl any more that from now on it would be boy/girl.

Now how did I know that, I wondered?

Carol said "OK you guys, but we do expect you to keep the screams of passion down. We know you kids are aware that your daddy fucks us silly, but we do finally drop off to sleep. 

You kids need your sleep too, because you WILL get up the next day to go to school. The kids were grinning, but they all agreed.

My wives and I took showers and went to bed. They made it known that they were horny. I fucked them both...several times.

The next day the boys took my truck and went somewhere and Carol and Tammy had gone into Tyler in Tammy's Mustang. 

I took the girls out in the new ski boat so they could hone their skills at skiing. 

About ten that morning we went back to the house to get us a cool drink. I was sitting out on the shady part of the deck when the girls came out naked. I grinned, because these two naked nymphs were a real delight. They came to where I was sitting to get their asses squeezed.

Brenda said "Daddy, Bobby and I both know you not only fuck mom but also Tammy. We know that Tammy is your daughter too."

"What's your point honey?"

"Well, since you fuck Tammy and she's your daughter we thought that since we're your daughters too, you'd fuck us."

These two sexy little vixens had made my dick get hard anyway, so I grinned and told them "I think we can take care of that. I can't fuck but one of you at a time tho, so who's first?"

Bobbie said "Well Brenda and I drew straws and I got the short one, so I'm first."

The next two hours were spent with me fucking both my daughters. I found out later their mother had sicked them on me.

When Carol and Tammy got home they walked out on the deck where I was. Tammy asked Carol if she thought I had fucked the girls. 

"Hell yes he did. Just look at him. He's all full of himself." Carol said.

"Daddy I hope you saved some for Carol and I, we're horny."

"Not a problem girls, I'll always have some for my two favorite wives."

The girls quickly lost their clothes and I fucked them both, right there on the deck. 

I heard giggling from inside the house. It was my 19-yr. old daughters. They had been watching.

Our brood finished their years in college and found jobs it Tyler. 

Since they were gone all day, Carol, Tammy and I polished our fucking skills, fished some and just generally enjoyed our selves.

The kids all came to us one day and said they wanted to marry. They had picked their partners and said they thought it was time for them to make things final. 

My wives and I thought they had made good choices and were using good sense. We took them in to Tyler, played a game with names and got them married.

Carol and Tammy were riding with me in the pick-up. The kids were in Tammy's convertible and I was going to take them all to dinner. 




Second Time Around



Hey guys. This is a new little series. Special thanks to Honeybree and an anonymous person for the suggestion. You might recognize some of the characters in this. So let's see if they can get it right this time :) –LilMami

"Sammy, I swear your whole body's gonna be inked up by the time you turn 30. You're gonna look like a fucking roadmap," Mia said as they walked toward the small, neon-lit building. 

"Not completely inked, but I'm not stopping 'til I get my sleeve finished," Samantha smiled looking down at the heavy ink on her arm.

"Ugh," Mia snorted. "It's so unattractive and unladylike."

"God Mia. Will you just shut the hell up? The only reason you're here is because you begged me to let you come."

"Well the only reason I wanted to come was so I can see C.J., so don't get too excited."

"Wow, some cousin you are. You didn't come to support me. You came to hit on the tattoo artist."

"We have chemistry."

"Right. He flirts with every girl that comes here."

"You silly, silly girl. If only you knew," Mia laughed and stumbled as she attempted to walk across the dark gravel lot in her heels. "Shit."

Samantha laughed whole-heartedly.

"That's what you get skank. Tryin' to look cute."

"Whatever. Don't be jealous that I got a man and you don't," Mia teased as she sprinted for the parlor door, opened it, and stuck her tongue out at Samantha.

Samantha shook her head and entered the small brick building. She saw Mia leaned over the counter giving C.J. the google eyes as they talked. Samantha bumped Mia out of the way to write her information down on the sign-in sheet. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her black skinny jeans and walked over to scan the posters on the wall. 

"You finally decided to get a tat?" C.J. smiled at Mia.

"Umm....not quite yet," she said shyly. "I'm here with Sammy. She's come to get drawn on some more."

Samantha looked up at Mia and gave her the finger and the sweetest smile.

"Save that finger for later on tonight. You're gonna need it, Sammy," she joked.

"Or I could just look in your underwear drawer and get that jumbo dil--"

"Ladies," C.J. laughed putting his hands up. Mia gave Samantha an evil "I'm going to kill you when we get home" look. 

"I wanna get some more of my sleeve done. And I might want something on my ribs," Samantha said excitedly.

"Damn Sammy. Why didn't you come by earlier? I gotta jet. I got shit to tend to, baby."

"Man, C.J. I came prepared and everything," she whined pulling on her white beater. 

"You can still get it. Sketch can do it for you," he said gesturing to the artist on the stool. His back was to them, and Samantha gave a stank look.

C.J. snorted. "He's new here, but he's a beast at this shit. I can promise you that."

"But I want you to do it," she pouted, stomping her feet in a small frenzy.

"Sammy, baby," he sighed. "Okay look. My man Sketch can work on the rib tattoo, and when I come back I'll work on your sleeve. Deal?" He was such a charmer. But not as much as she was.

"I want a discount," she smiled brightly.

C.J. laughed softly. "This girl," he said more to himself. "Anything for Baby Girl."

She smiled proudly, and Mia snorted.

"What about me?" she asked.

"What about you, Mia?"

"She gets a discount, so what about me? What do I get?"

"You don't do tattoos."

"I know. What else you offering?"

CJ scanned Mia up and down. He turned his black fitted cap backwards and smiled. "You let me know what it is you want and I'll be sure you get it."

Samantha watched their exchange and faked a gag. 

"Why don't y'all just fuck right here and get it over with?" she said walking back over to the posters.

"How 'bout I go talk to my man over here so he can hook you up with some sick ink," C.J. suggested.

C.J. was cute. His hazel eyes went well with his light brown skin. She would have tried to hook up with him, but Mia had called dibbs the first time she'd laid eyes on him. Now Samantha saw him as an older brother figure since she had no real siblings of her own.

"You do that."

C.J. smiled and walked over to the other tattoo artist. 

Nothing really stood out to her. Samantha looked through what they had and still couldn't figure out what she wanted. She sighed loudly and looked over at Mia who was sitting in a blue chair skimming through a magazine.

"What should I get Mia?"

"The hell out of here. You have enough tattoos already."

"Thanks for all your help. Remind me to show you my appreciation to your face when we get outside."

Samantha heard a chuckle and looked over to see the guy C.J. had referred to as 'Sketch' still working on a tattoo. She sighed and plopped down in the chair next to Mia. 

"Get something that means something. Like Uncle Devon's name or birthday or something."

As soon as those words left her mouth, she instantly regretted it.

"No," Samantha said sadly, quickly getting up from the seat and going over to the counter. 

"Shit," Mia said following Samantha. "I'm sorry," she said rubbing Samantha's back, trying to comfort her.

"Nah it's okay. I'm okay."

"No. I shouldn't have said that. I'm a dumbass sometimes. You know that."

"Yea. I know," she laughed. "It still hurts, you know? I'm okay though. I'm good."

"Umm...I'm ready if you are," a voice interrupted. 

Samantha looked up and into the lightest and brightest pair of blue eyes she'd ever seen in this lifetime. She stared into his eerily familiar eyes a little longer than she'd intended. He stared at her with a grin she couldn't place. Something like the "I know something you don't know" look.

"Uhh, okay," she stammered.

"Right this way," he said cheerfully walking over to the chair.

Samantha looked at Mia and gave her a weary look. She grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the chair with her.

She lay on the chair and stared at the back of his cropped blond head as he washed his hands and put on gloves. When Sketch turned back around, he noticed Samantha's wide-eyed facial expression and laughed.

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

"It's not that," she said when she finally came back from her stupor. "It's just you... Never mind."

He smiled again and stared at her. It really creeped her out. Something about him was eerie. 

"Do you have an idea about what you want?"

"Umm...kinda. I want my ribs done. I just don't know what I want."

"Let me check out the landscape," he said lifting up her shirt. His eyes scanned her toned belly and the tattoo peeking from her pants. He took in the small stones of her belly ring before looking up at her face.

"How 'bout a dragon?" he asked smiling again.

"She has a huge black dragon on her thigh," Mia chimed.

Samantha watched him closely as he looked over at Mia uncaringly then back at her still giving that "I know something you don't know" smile.

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me."

"What do you mean?" Samantha said nervously. She usually wasn't this antsy, but something about this guy didn't sit well with her. 

"Nothing. I just meant that it doesn't surprise me. I'm sure you have lots of tattoos, Sam."

Sam? No one called her Sam. It was always either Samantha or Sammy. Never Sam. But he said it with such normalcy. Like it was something he always did. Like he knew her.

"Yea..." she said slowly.

"How 'bout a quote?"

"She always says this thing. Uhh... live today. Learn from tomorrow or something," Mia advised. 

Samantha sighed. "It's learn from yesterday, live for today, hope--"

"For tomorrow," he finished. "Yea, that's a good one. I could make that look nice on you," he said going into his thinking mode.

"Really?"

"Hell yeah. I can decorate it with something that symbolizes life. Like butterflies and flowers or something."

"Nice," Sam said excitedly. "C.J. said you're a fucking beast at this."

"Well not a beast, but I'm pretty decent."

"Stop being modest," Mia said. "If he said you're good, you're good."

"I'm okay," he laughed.

"You'd better be better than okay if you're fucking with my skin," Samantha joked.

"Well in that case, I'm the shit."

Samantha laughed loudly. 

"Let's hope so."

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Samantha looked into the full-length mirror in amazement. It was beautiful. The quote was written in cursive, each part on a different line. A butterfly sat on the last "Y" in "yesterday" and flowers sprouted all about. She loved it.

"Damn. I think I have a new favorite artist," Samantha smiled. "And you freestyled most of it." 

"I told you I was the shit," he joked.

"I'm impressed. In pain, but impressed none-the-less."

"Thanks. And I'm sure you know the deal by now. Ointment three times a day. Don't rub it. Don't kiss it. Don't buy it flowers. Blah blah blah," he joked.

Samantha laughed. He was funny. Cute too. Something about him seemed so familiar. She just couldn't put her finger on it. 

"How much do I owe you?"

"Ah, don't worry about it," he said rubbing the back of his neck. "It was my pleasure."

"No. You have to let me give you something for all of this. How's 50 bucks sound?"

"I can't take that. I can take you out though," he said confidently.

"For all this? Hell, I'll even pay," she laughed.

"Deal. Here's my card." 

He walked over behind the counter and fished around for his card before handing it to her. She took it and put it in her back pocket. 

"You want my number?" she asked as he walked back over to the counter, looking at the sign-in sheet.

"Nah. I'll know it's you," he smiled at her.

"Okay. Well thanks again."

"No problem. I'll be waiting for that phone call too."

Samantha smiled as she grabbed Mia's hand and was out the door. 

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Samantha slipped out of her jeans and took off her shirt. She loved the newest ink edition on her body and couldn't wait to show it off. She thought about the card in her pocket, dug through the pockets and found it. She stared at it for a while, letting the name sink in. His name was so familiar. 

Tanner "Sketch" James.



Second Time Around



INTRODUCTION

This is the story of how I underwent three regression therapy sessions with surprising revelations about my present life, love and personal circumstances



Chapter 1: Opening Scene

It was 7pm and I was beginning to get nervous, wondering if this was such a good idea after all. For the umpteenth time I had glanced at my watch, looked out of living room window and sighed. 

"Relax will you? You know that Michael will turn up as promised. Naomi said he is reliable and not one to waste anybody's time" Elliott said with an amused tone in his voice.

That was easy for him to say; after all it hadn't been his idea to invite a hypnotist to our home to practise his dark arts on me in the name of science. Okay I know that sounds a little melodramatic, but that's how I was feeling right then. I glanced in his direction, smiled in acknowledgement of his calming logic, kissed him tenderly on his forehead and ruffled his blonde locks which he was currently growing retro-style with side curtains (very 1980's). I had to admit that I was just a little jealous of his thick blonde locks and being in his 40's it just wasn't fair! Here I am in my early 30's and reduced to close cropping my hair because of its increasingly rapid retreat. I had been so proud of my easy to style black hair that did whatever I wanted it to do, now it was a distant memory. Just deserts I guess, my mum had always said I was too vain and that I would ruin my hair with all the gel and styling cream I used on a daily basis. Hmm! What do mums know? I used to think. 

Glancing over to the 1930's mantelpiece I felt a warm glow in my heart as I looked at our Wedding photo enlarged to poster size and elegantly framed. I think it's safe to say that it was the happiest day of my life, not only was I marrying the love of my life but I felt I was coming home again having been away for so long. The two of us stood centre stage, Elliott as blonde and fair as I was dark and swarthy, dressed immaculately in our silvery grey morning suits holding hands beaming broadly. To either side of us stood our respective families ranging in age from my elderly grandparents to my nephews and nieces barely out of nappies but intent on creating mischief wherever they went. My sisters were doing their best to keep their offspring in line for the camera and failing miserably! I barely remember the reception afterwards because of the quantities of alcohol consumed but the photographs which sit in our album fill in the missing gaps and are an endless source of amusement for visiting friends and family.

The ring on the doorbell startled me out of my reminiscing and with another quick glance at Elliott for reassurance I went to answer the front door. Opening the door, I was greeted by the smiling face of an elderly gentleman, I would guess in his early seventies and in his prime he would have been a very handsome man.

"Hi, I'm Michael. You must be Sean." The elderly man said before offering his hand for me to shake.

"How did you know?" I asked in surprise.

"I'm not psychic for nothing you know!" He laughed in response. "No, seriously, Naomi gave me a photo of you and Elliott to see if I could pick up anything before I paid you a visit." 

"Oh right, you'd better come in then!" I replied with a smile and stepped backwards and held the door open for him.

"Thank you." He replied with a warm smile and walked into the hallway looking with casual interest before turning left into the living room and greeting Elliott with the same cheerfulness he had with me.

Elliott invited him to sit down while fetched the freshly brewed coffee and biscuits Elliott had prepared just before Michael's arrival. 

"So, here we are then." Michael broke the ice having taken a cup of coffee and an offered biscuit. "Before I explain what my role will be, perhaps you two would like to tell me a little about yourselves and what you would like to gain from this session(s)."

I looked down at the coffee cup in my hand for a moment before making a start on why I had requested his services.

"Ever since I came to Exeter fifteen years ago I have been having strange experiences, which I find hard to explain and as time goes by seem to me to be more than just coincidence. I guess this may sound a little screwy, but I felt like I had finally come home when I moved here, even though I had never been to Exeter in my life before. Whenever I walk anywhere out in the countryside with our dogs I instinctively know where I am going and often get a strange sense of déjà vu but it's only when it's a rural setting, never when in town. Elliott initially thought I might have seen tourist literature about Exeter in the past and that is why it seems familiar but that explanation doesn't feel right because it's not the town, it's the surrounding countryside I remember. Also with some of the friends I have made here (including Elliott) I feel that I have known them all my life and that I know what makes them tick better than those friends I have known since being at school. To be honest I'm not sure what I am expecting from today, all I know is what our dear friend Naomi has told me about you and your experience in this type of matter."

"Okay, that's fair enough." Michael nodded deep in thought before glancing over to Elliott with a smile. "How about you? Are you participating or is it just Sean I will be working with today?"

Elliott hesitated for the briefest of moments before replying "I think at this stage I would prefer to wait and see what develops from your session with Sean. Don't get me wrong, I have the deepest respect for your field of expertise and I am genuinely interested in whatever results from today. I just think it would be inappropriate at this early stage to join in, I have a feeling it would cloud the issue especially as Sean and I are emotionally very close. Perhaps if Sean finds the answers he is seeking then I will change my mind, in the meantime I am happy to help in any way I can."

"Yes I can see that" Michael replied. "Naomi was right when she said there was an overpowering sense of emotional connection between the two of you, it is almost tangible. I have to admit it is very rare these days to see such a bond and one that has such a history to it."

"History?" I asked. "What do you mean?"

"Sorry, I am digressing; I will come to that later after our session. So tell me a little about your backgrounds, where did you two guys grow up and how did you meet?"

Again I went first. "Well my name is Sean Mariccoli; I am half English half Italian (on my father's side). The first ten years of my life were spent living with my parents in their apartment in Naples before we relocated to London where I spent the next eight years getting a good British education (at my mother's insistence). Having done well with my GCSE A-Levels I chose to study Psychology at Exeter University and after the summer holidays I bid farewell to my parents at Paddington Train Station and caught the express train to Exeter St. Davids with all my worldly possessions in two big suitcases. Having unloaded my suitcases off the train I waited for it to pull away before looking around to see where I needed to go next. I glanced across the tracks to the opposite platform where I saw the most handsome man that I had ever seen in my life. I just stood there staring for what seemed an eternity, I was transfixed. He was in his late twenties, spiked blonde hair, dressed very smartly in a designer suit carrying a black leather brief case casually looking around at other commuters. Finally he noticed me staring, smirking he nodded in my direction and then looked over at the platform cafe to my left. Before I could respond his train arrived, like a lovesick puppy I stood there waiting to see if I would get another chance to see the handsome stranger before it left the station. Try as I might I couldn't see him anywhere, then the train departed and he had gone. Crestfallen I picked up my suitcases and turned in the direction of the main entrance. The next thing I know is that I felt a tap on my shoulder and a deep rich voice chuckling saying that I was rather slow on the uptake considering how obvious I had made my intentions. He then led the way to the cafe where we had a coffee and chatted for ages (with massive flirting going on) before arranging to meet later that week for the first of many dates. Within a couple of weeks we were an item and by the end of the first term I had moved in with Elliott. The rest as they say is history."

"And you Elliott?" Michael asked.

"Oh, mine's a simple story." Elliott responded with his usual casual confidence. "I am Devon born and bred. I can trace my family history in Exeter and the surrounding area way back when. I grew up not far from here, went to Bramdean School where I got my A-Levels and then went to the University of Surrey in Guildford to study Business & Retail Management. I was there three years before returning to Exeter to join my father's business consultancy firm where I have worked ever since. I first saw Sean while waiting to catch a train to Basingstoke where I was due to attend a meeting (I finally got to my destination some two hours late, but it was worth the delay on both counts). I was casually people watching when I spotted this teenager looking lost and oh so cute! I don't normally go for guys younger than myself but there was something about him which instantly drew my attention and acting on impulse I met his gaze and gestured to meet me in the platform cafe. I made my way to his platform to find that he hadn't moved an inch and was about to leave. We spent about an hour in the cafe chatting, I found myself becoming smitten with this dark, cute young man and it was only with great reluctance I tore myself away to catch the next train to Basingstoke and my meeting but not before I had arranged a date. I sat on that train with the biggest grin on my face which lasted for most of the journey. We had a whirlwind romance and before I knew it Sean was living with me and I am as happy as can be. I really feel that I have found my soul mate."  

Nodding and smiling gently Michael said "Well that has given me a good insight into your backgrounds and you both seem like well grounded guys with your heads firmly screwed on. I can see no reason why we can't proceed with the regression hypnotism to see if we can't get to the bottom of your sense of déjà vu and coincidences. This is of course assuming that you are still happy to go ahead with it".

Feeling both nervous and excited, as if I was finally on the right course I confirmed that I wanted to go ahead with this and that I also wanted Elliott to remain in the room so he could record and witness whatever should transpire during the session.

Chapter 2: 1st Regression Therapy Session

Sitting comfortably in the arm chair I did my best to relax and take deep breaths as instructed by Michael's quiet and soothing voice. Slowly the world around me slipped away, my eyes were closed; there was just me and the voice in the darkness.

"I want you to relax completely, let go of all conscious thoughts and as I take you back just go with the flow and accept whatever images come into your mind. I want you to think about the first time you ever came to Exeter and tell me what you remember. Don't try to analyse what you see, just describe it as it is." 

Slowly a vision appeared before my eyes, like I was watching a film yet immersed within it at the same time. I must have physically reacted because I heard Michael ask "What can you see?"

"Soldiers, my comrades and friends, marching in front of me."

"Soldiers? What do they look like? Where are you going?"

"Yes, we are soldiers. We are Emperor Hadrian's soldiers. We are marching towards Isca Dumnoniorum, one of the new outposts where there has been local resistance which needs suppressing. In front of me are thirty men, all dressed in red knee length tunics, metal helmets, body armour, sandals. We are carrying our shields and javelins in our hands with our daggers and swords attached to what looks like a belt. I am in the last row of men and we are marching in unison at a brisk pace. We want to get there before sunset and still have a long way to go so we will not be resting; I am aching from the march we are on. 

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"What can you see?"

"Ahead of us, a main path which we are following, to my left are flood meadows with grazing cattle and sheep rising up to low wooded hills. To my right is a fast flowing river which is quite wide. On the opposite bank it is more wooded and therefore more likely to offer unwelcome surprises for us. Looking over my shoulder I can see a shadowy figure following us at a discreet distance doing his best to remain hidden, but I have seen him."

"Describe him."

"He is a tall powerful looking man, muscular with blue tattoo designs over his naked chest shoulders and arms. He has blonde spiked hair in the style that many native Britons grow it. He is wearing what appears to be loose fitting leather trousers which are tied at the waist and some type of footwear. He is carrying a dagger casually in his hand. He realises that I have seen him and stares at me, I stop marching as if my feet have taken root and stare transfixed back at him." 

"Do you know who he is?"

"No. He looks like any other native; although by the clothing and his tattoos I guess he is not a commoner most likely a higher ranking warrior. Although, on second thoughts; there is something familiar about him."

"Look closer, do you recognise him?"

"Wait. He has just given me a confident smile making his blue eyes twinkle; it sends shivers down my spine. Now I recognise him, he looks likes Elliott, I'd recognise that smile anywhere!"

"Really? What is happening now?"

"Nothing, we just stand there and stare at each other for ages not taking our eyes off one another. Then I hear a cry - Caius Artorius Vitalis! Move it! Do you want to get us all killed – we will be if you keep standing there like an idiot staring into space. Uh oh, it's my commander; he is striding towards me looking very angry. I try to explain to him that we are being followed and that I had spotted one of the rebels but when I point in the direction of the figure the man has disappeared. For my troubles I get a stinging slap across the face and get pushed roughly in the direction of the others and told to keep up."

The vision faded out abruptly and I opened my eyes reflexively, the contrast between my vision and reality before me was jarring and I rubbed my eyes to make sure that I really was awake before looking round the room. 

Elliott was sitting on the edge of his seat, a mixture of concern and disbelief playing across his face as he watched me intently. A pang of guilt coursed through my body for having asked Elliott to stay and witness this session. Michael however seemed energised and extremely pleased with himself.

"Are you okay?" Michael asked. "You came round quickly and sooner than I had expected."

I was sure that I detected a slight trace of disappointment in his tone, just like when you have recorded a programme to find out that the recording finishes two minutes before the end of the programme.

"I'm fine, honestly. I can't believe just how vivid the images I was seeing were, it was like a cross between watching a movie and recalling a recent event from memory. I don't understand how I can remember an event which clearly isn't from my lifetime and I know I wasn't dreaming it up from my imagination."

"How can you be sure that it's not just a flight of fancy, something you might have seen from a film or read in a book?" Elliott asked, now sitting back in his chair looking very thoughtful.

"I wasn't in control of the images any more than you are when you're watching a film, yet I knew every single person in my field of vision and all about them; their likes, dislikes and history. How would I know all this if I was simply making this up as I go?" I replied.

Michael agreed with me and thanked me for being so open with my experiences and sharing them with him and Elliott. He felt that my experiences were genuine and deserved to be explored further, if we were willing to do so, as he was sure that we had just scratched the surface today. I for one was intrigued by this and felt that I had made a positive first step to gaining a better understanding of my experiences.

I was beginning to feel mentally and emotionally drained as if I had just sat an exam, so I decided I needed a change of scenery (the kitchen) and a strong cup of coffee. As I waited for the kettle to boil I gazed out of the kitchen window and across the neatly manicured lawn (my pride and joy) my mind drifting on nothing in particular, so much so that I didn't hear the others walk into the room continuing with the conversation that I had left behind. I jumped when I felt Elliott's arms wrap round my waist and felt his breath on the nape of my neck before he gently kissed me.

"Sorry, I was miles away" I said with a smile and turned round in his arms. I kissed him briefly on the lips before resuming with the coffee making. Around the kitchen table the three of us sat, Elliott and I sipped our coffees as we listened intently to Michael recounting tales of other regression therapy cases he'd worked on and his theories on what it all meant. Having completed his second cup of coffee and checked again that I was okay, Michael announced that it was time for him make an exit as it was now getting late. Before he left we arranged to undertake a second regression next weekend and with that he quietly let himself out.

As Elliott loaded the dishwasher and tidied the kitchen I took the opportunity to have a quick shower. I let the hot water course over me washing away all the thoughts of the last couple of hours and allowing me to return fully to the here and now. Shower over, as I briskly towelled myself dry I could hear Elliott moving around downstairs so still naked I casually sauntered downstairs and using the door way to frame me I struck a seductive pose and asked him if there was anything I could do to help.  

Looking up with a grin at the sight of my naked body he assured me that he had everything under control but if I cared to retire to our bedroom then he was certain I might be able to help him out. With an exaggerated wink and a Marilyn Monroe style pouting kiss I turned on my heel and ran up the stairs heading for the master bedroom and the very sturdy bed within. Wanting to create the right effect I carefully arranged myself so that when Elliott walked into the room he would be able to see my hidden gateway waiting patiently for his entry. What I hadn't anticipated on was that I was more tired than I realised and fell asleep long before he'd finished his shower.

I woke with a slight start as my legs were gently pushed further apart and a hand reached underneath to retrieve my crown jewels. Gently cupping my balls he expertly rolled them while his warm wet tongue slowly and lovingly licked my rapidly expanding shaft. Moaning gently I savoured every sensation of my erect cock being swallowed up to the hilt while his hands massaged my buttocks. In response I clenched and unclenched them causing my cock to thrust in and out of his mouth, gradually the tempo increased until I was about to shoot my load. Sensing this Elliott pulled his mouth away with a chuckle before turning his attention to my puckered hole. For what seemed eternity his tongue explored every nook and cranny both inside and out, I was in heaven! My hole was gagging to be filled and in my lust I said as much.

"Right you are then, soldier boy! Brace yourself, here it comes......"

And so it did, with one experienced thrust his generously sized cock and bulbous head forced its way past the saliva laden ring and up my arse causing me to rear up in response.




Second Time Around



"Aaaaaargh! That hurts!" I yowled.

Elliott made no response except to place a hand over my mouth effectively gagging me, pulled my head back and growled lustfully in my ear. All the time he was thrusting his cock in and pulling almost completely out but not quite before driving in again – just how I like it. Before long I had forgotten all about the momentary discomfort and was totally absorbed in the sensations emanating from my hole. On and on he thrust until with one almighty push he shot his load deep into my bowls and then collapsed on to me. God it felt good! So much so that my cock was twitching in response and I shot my load too, making a sticky mess between me and the sheet.

I lay there quietly, feeling the weight of Elliott's body as it recovered from its exertions, while all the time his cock was still impaling my anus refusing to subside. He started to playfully nip my shoulders with his teeth, signalling to me that he was ready to start again. Being the slut I am I responded by raising my bum a little indicated my consent and without further encouragement he pushed his cock inside me as far as it would go and started humping me all over again but this time at a more leisurely pace.

Much later on and after several more loads of spunk had been deposited within me we finally fell asleep from exhaustion, which I would come to regret as the mess we had made was distinctly less appealing in the bright light of the morning sun.......



Chapter 3: 2nd Regression Therapy Session

It's Saturday evening again and once more I am pacing around our living room like a caged animal, not quite as anxious as I was the first time but not far off. Elliott as ever is unflappable (but then he's not the one in the hot seat) and continues to watch the Sky Sports channel seemingly fascinated by hot sweaty rugby players grunting and shoving around in mud with muscles straining to rip open their shorts. I would have been there by his side if I hadn't been so keyed up waiting for Michael's arrival.

Ten minutes later and there's a ring on the bell, I open the door to see the cheerful smiling face of our guest and his customary stretched out hand ready to shake mine.

"Hi there Sean, how are you? Are you going to let me in or are we standing here on ceremony?" He quipped.

"Sorry, do come in. I'm just a little distracted at the moment!" I replied stepping back to let Michael come in.

By now Elliott had turned the television off and arranged the room in readiness for the next regression I would be undertaking, he was just fluffing up the last cushion as we walked into the living room.

"Please don't stand on ceremony for me. I'm interested in you two guys not the tidiness of your home, although I must say it is a very warm and inviting home which I would have expected from two such gorgeous people. Before we start could I have a glass of water? My mouth is rather dry and I have a feeling this may be rather a long session." 

As Elliott went to fetch Michael a glass of water I made myself comfortable in my chair and tried to still my mind in preparation.

Having taken a few sips of his water Michael started the session by recapping on what would be involved in the regression, how it works and what we could expect from it. Then, as before, Michael led me through the relaxation technique before taking me back through my memories.

"I want you to go back to the time when you were Caius Artorius Vitalis but this time I want you to concentrate on the next memorable event and describe everything that you can see, hear and feel please. Take your time, try to recall everything."

From the recesses of my mind, vivid images and sounds sprang to mind assaulting my senses with their violence. In reaction I must have cried out because I felt Michael's hand rest on my arm and his concerned voice asking me if I was okay and if I wanted to continue.

"Yes, I want to continue, I was simply caught unawares that's all."

"Tell me what can you see?"

"Bodies. Bodies everywhere, some are dead and others close to it. Grown men are crying out for help but I can't help them, I can't move. I can see them confident in their victory stalking among the bodies looting them of their weapons and valuables. The smell of death and gore is overpowering, I am gagging and close to vomiting. They are systematically decapitating the bodies and keeping the heads for trophies, I am angry at the lack of respect shown to my dead comrades."

"What has happened? Who are they?"

"The Celts. We were ambushed not far from our destination, Isca Dumnoniorum. From every angle hundreds of them attacked us, we had barely time to react, we didn't stand a chance against the over whelming numbers. Before we had time to get into formation the first soldiers were being killed or mortally injured. Within what seemed a few minutes there was only me and four other soldiers alive, then something struck the back of my head and I lost consciousness. When I came round I was lying on the ground with my feet tied together and my hands bound behind my back. The other surviving soldiers have met the same fate and are laying in a row near me."

"What is happening now?"

"I can hear screaming, now it's a gurgle, no it's a squelching noise. Oh my god! The bastards are killing my wounded comrades; they're not even being given a chance to surrender! I close my eyes, I can't bear to watch – I wish I someone would cover my ears to the noises. I struggle against my restraints as I'm terrified that I will be next to be executed. Eventually it's all over and now they are standing around us, covered in blood splatters with manic looks in their eyes laughing and jeering at our obvious terror. Someone behind me yells 'Enough!' I try to look in the direction of the voice but am unable to due to the position I am laying in. 'Get these Roman dogs back to camp so we can celebrate and make sacrifices to Belatucadros for our victory today.' Our captors' expressions change from manic to lustful and their energy levels seem renewed. Suddenly I feel several pairs hands make contact with my body, I am confused for a moment expecting to be dragged away to where their camp is and whatever fate awaits me. Instead the hands seem to be fumbling with my armour and clothing, they are systematically removing everything and within a few minutes I am laying there stark naked (as are my other comrades) but the hands don't leave me alone. From the tones in their voice I guess they are assessing my body's physique, then the hands explore my cock and bollocks handling them roughly bringing tears to my eyes before reaching between my cheeks and shoving a dry finger up my anus. Jeez! It's agonising and I cry out in pain making the hand's owner laugh sadistically."

"Are you okay?" Michael asked, with concern evident in his voice.

"Yes." I reply "I am seeing and feeling everything as if I was there again but I know that it is only memories and not the here and now".

"Okay. Carry on when you feel you are ready."

"My torment has ceased, I have been lifted up and slung over a large guy's shoulder and receive a stinging slap to my cheeks to remind me who is in charge. From my vantage point I see that we are all being carried this way and as we leave the scene of carnage a few of the Celts remain digging a pit in which to bury the corpses left behind. We leave the main track and cut through the woods using less obvious paths, having no hands to support myself I keep slipping off my captor's shoulder. He quickly gets irritated by this and chuckling to himself he remedies the situation by pushing the arm of the shoulder I lay on up between my legs, then sticking a finger in his mouth to wet it he sticks it up my arse. In one clever move he has ensured that I am held securely and my mind is focused on his finger rather than trying to be a nuisance load. At first I find it incredibly uncomfortable, being an anal virgin apart from that finger a few minutes ago, I have never had anything up there before. Even through the military training school I had never experienced 'manly love' as our tutors had called it, I was aware that it happened but had always been too focused on my training to be distracted by physical relationships. After a while the discomfort eases and in a funny sort of way begins to feel pleasurable, the finger seems to be rubbing against something inside me with the result that my cock starts to stiffen and rub against my captor's shoulder. By the time we reached their destination my hole has become accustomed to the intrusion and I barely notice it until it is pulled out just before I am unceremoniously dumped on the ground along with the others."

"Where are you now? What can you see?"

"I don't know. It's some sort of camp hidden in the scrubland on top of a hill. You couldn't see it from the main track down by the river and our scouts weren't aware of it. It's not fortified in the proper sense but thorn bushes surround it except for a couple of gaps forming a natural barrier. There are a dozen thatched huts at one end of the camp with a large open space in front of them. In the middle of the camp there are three thick stakes arranged in a triangle with metal loops attached to the top and bottom of each one. To one side of it there is a large tree trunk laying on its side, the bark has been removed and appears smooth as if it's been polished. Every three feet there is a shallow scoop taken out of it, looking very much like a saddle so you can sit astride it and curiously at the centre of each seat is a short pole about six inches in length. Looking down the trunk the poles seem to get thicker but not longer. As with the stakes there are metal hoops attached in front of each seat and either side of it near the ground. I do not understand the use for either the stakes or the tree trunk. One thing that does surprise me is that near the largest hut is what looks like a large metal bath like some of our communal baths boast. I don't understand how it got to be in a camp like this nor how they get water in to it."

"What's happening now?"

"News of our arrival must have spread because women and children come running out of the smaller huts, excited by the news of their recent victory and curious about the captives laying on the ground in a heap. I am hopeful that our treatment will improve due to the presence of the women and children; my hope is short lived as the women appear as scornful as their men folk. They make it quite clear that we must be cowards to have been caught alive in battle; the children are dirty little urchins intent on mischief and take great delight in pulling faces at us before pinching and kicking us without reprimand from their parents. Things aren't looking good for us! Once the novelty wears off the crowd resume their normal pursuits, the men who had carried us to the camp saunter over and without making any comments fasten metal collars round our necks which are then attached to short lengths of metal chain. Still in silence, our wrist and ankle restraints are removed and I spend a couple of minutes stretching my arms getting the circulation back. Then without warning our captors turn on their heels and drag us stumbling over to the stakes where we are tied up as if we are dogs. They then leave jogging over to the group of huts and disappear into the largest one. Once we are alone Marius, Castus, Felix and Rufus and me talk in hushed tones about the recent turn of events and try to plan an escape strategy. We quickly realise that there is little hope of escape and inevitably our thoughts turn to the reputation the Celts have for treating their captives. I am feeling increasing despondent and fearful for my safety. I don't believe I will reach the safety of a Roman settlement ever again. One by one as exhaustion takes its toll we fall asleep, huddled together in a naked heap praying to the various gods for a miraculous salvation."

"How long are you left tied up for?" Michael prompts me after I remain silent for several minutes.

"I don't know, but it is nearly night time when I wake with a start as a foot kicks me in the ribs. Standing in front of us are our captors, they have already unchained us from the stakes and indicate that we are to follow them. Again we are half dragged in the direction of the large hut but before we reach it our destination changes and we head to the metal bath where a couple of women are waiting for us with what looks like primitive soap and rags serving as clothes. I can see the bath has been filled with water and I finally understand that we are going to get the chance to wash the gore and grime off our bodies that make us smell like pole cats. I'm in for a shock though; we're picked up and dumped unceremoniously into the freezing cold water. Then before I can try to jump out again the women wash every single part of our body not caring one iota about our modesties. They only stop when they are satisfied we are clean all over and no longer smell. Our captors indicate that it's time to get out (not a moment too soon) and are led to a small hut where I can smell food cooking; my mouth is salivating as I haven't eaten since the day before. In one corner there is a plate piled with chunks of bread and a bowl of vegetable broth and we are allowed to sit down unfettered and fill our stomachs with the welcome food. Life seems a whole lot better when your stomach is full! We are left alone apart from two armed guards at the doorway, until they step aside and an elderly gentleman makes his entrance. He has a kindly face and smiles a greeting before speaking to us in heavily accented Roman"

"Was this a surprise for you?"

"Very much so. Since the battle I haven't understood any of the language being spoken. I was supposed to have learnt the British Celtic language before we left camp, but I am not very good with learning languages, I have enough trouble with Roman!"

"What did he say to you?"

"After he makes a welcome speech, he introduces himself as Cos, the high priest of Belatucadros (the Celtic god of war) and has been informed by Belenos Corann (the tribe's chief) that we are now his responsibility. He asks each of us our names and do we understand that we had been spared our lives when we could easily have been killed in battle as is the fate of every true warrior. Reluctantly we give him our names and agree that our lives had been spared, not being sure where this conversation is leading us. You have given me a dilemma young men, as Roman soldiers you should be classed as warriors and yet you are still alive. According to my god's rules we cannot kill you in cold blood because that will make us cowards and demand our lives in compensation for the shame we will have brought on the tribe. But to spare your lives and set you free will jeopardise the safety of our people and this camp. Mmm what should be done he ponders as he walks stiffly round the room; we watch his every move trying to guess where he is going with this. Finally he stops pacing, turns to us and says with a heavy sigh the only solution he can see is for us to face a series of challenges. If we successfully pass all of them we will be granted full membership of the tribe and will have to swear allegiance to the tribe. If we fail just one of the tests we will only be granted slave status for the rest of our lives but if we fail two or more tests then we will be classed as cowards and can therefore be executed in line with our laws. That is my decision. I will return in the morning with my priests to assist me in preparing you for your challenges, get some rest because you will surely need it. You will stay in this hut until then. We are silent digesting the information he has just given us, all except Rufus who asks if we could be given some clothing and rugs to keep us warm. The old man stares at him hard for a moment before frowning and spitting out his reply. The rumours are true, you Romans are now soft and weak, in the old days, your ancestors thought nothing of being naked whether in battle or at any other time. Now you need to cover up to keep your feeble bodies hidden from your enemies. Our men would rather die than show this level of weakness. If I hear any more questions indicating this level of weakness then I will consider you having failed a test and it will count as a strike against you. Do you understand? We all nod without saying anything for fear of offending him further. He leaves us without saying anything else. The old man talks briefly to our guards before disappearing into the darkness, after his departure they turn round and peer inside and in pigeon Roman whisper 'sweet dreams little boys'. By now we're exhausted and cold, there's no form of heating in the hut so by common consent we huddle together for warmth and try to get as much sleep as we can not knowing what lay ahead for us tomorrow."

"What happens tomorrow?" Michael asks with an intense tone to his voice.

"We are woken at sunrise by the Cos and two young men introduced to us as Piran and Wingallock, his assistant priests. They offer us some fruit and dry bread for food and a beaker of water each to drink. Cos says we're to obey them as if it was him speaking, any resistance or refusal will be taken as failing the challenge and so on. The tribe is looking for any excuse to kill you and I am all that stands between you and death, I am on your side but you must do as I say. Again we silently nod. Good he remarks, now you are going to be prepared for your first challenge. Follow me and keep up, do not try to escape, you have nowhere to run to in any case, and you will be hunted down likes the dogs that you are. He doesn't wait for a reply from us. He and the priests leave the hut and march out of the camp. We hurry to keep up, doing our best to ignore the stares and sniggers from the men and women going about their daily chores. We are led out of the camp, through a thickly wooded area and suddenly come across another clearing. In the centre of the clearing stands a building which looks like a cross between a temple and bath house, I wonder who built it as it looks old but is obviously carefully maintained from the state of it."

"Does it look Roman to you?" Elliot interrupts abruptly.

"Elliott, please don't do that, I don't want Sean to break his concentration." Michael chides him quietly.

"Sorry." Elliott replies.

"It sort of looks Roman but who would have built it I don't know. We walk up to the entrance of the building but are not allowed inside as we are 'unclean' and heathen. They leave us standing there while they walk inside; they're gone for several minutes before returning carrying some curious looking items. Cos is carrying a pot of what looks like animal fat and a large hollow cow's horn with the tip having been cut off. Piran and Wingallock are carrying a large water urn between them as well as a smaller jug. Cos clearly remembers Rufus from the night before because he turns his attention to him first. Rufus come here, get down on your hands and knees, place your head on the ground at my feet with your bum high in the air. Rufus glances nervously at us but does as he's instructed. That's right, push your bum a little higher and spread your knees wider apart. Okay, you are now ready to be cleaned out, stay absolutely still and remain relaxed at all times. He then walks round behind Rufus and kneels down, we crowd round curious to see what will happen next peering over the old man's shoulders. The two priests grin at us, clearly knowing what is about to happen, Rufus is aware of us but gauging by his red cheeks (on his face) he is very embarrassed. It is the first time that I have seen a man's anus displayed in such a way and there is something very appealing about the way it quivers in response to the breeze blowing along the crevice between his cheeks. His bollocks and cock swung freely as he shifts his weight around. Cos picks up the pot of fat and scoops up some of the fat in his fingers and plays with it until it is soft and runny. He then leans forward and smears it around Rufus's anus before pushing a large glob of it inside using his index finger. Rufus rears up momentarily, clearly this is not something he has experienced before, Piran pushes him firmly back down again. All the while Cos keeps his finger fully buried inside Rufus's anus, smearing the fat all round inside allowing the man to adjust to the anal invasion. With a grunt of approval Cos indicates that he is ready for the next stage, while Piran holds Rufus's head down on the ground, Wingallock hands Cos the cow horn who in one swift practised move inserts the narrow end into Rufus until a third of it has disappeared inside. This brings a muffled grunt from the Rufus but otherwise no visible reaction. I step forward a little closer to get a clearer view, this has the unfortunate effect of getting Cos's attention who laughs and says easy Roman, your turn will be next! Without breaking his grip on the horn Cos takes the jug of water offered to him by Wingallock and slowly pours the water into the open mouth of the horn. From my view point I can see it slowly empty into Rufus's bowels; jug after jug is poured into the horn and then into Rufus who is clearly becoming uncomfortable as his torso begins to distend. Cos reaches between Rufus's outspread legs and palpates his stomach before pulling back and giving his bollocks a gentle tug. Standing up he gently pulls the cow horn out and tells Rufus to stand up and empty his bowels in the woods opposite us. Needing no encouragement he runs across the grass clutching his stomach before squatting down just out of sight, we then hear the tell tale sounds of the water and faeces exiting at great speed. Five minutes later he returns looking rather sheepish and trying not to make eye contact with us. As he rejoins us Cos tells me it is my turn to be cleaned out and that I am to assume the same position. Glancing quickly over at the others, Rufus grins before giving me an encouraging nod. I kneel down on the ground and place my head on my folded arms which has the effect of raising my arse in the air and I spread my legs wide. Feeling the air blowing across my hole and knowing it is on show to the others I find strangely erotic and before I know it I am sporting an erection which doesn't go unnoticed by the others judging by the quiet wolf whistles behind me. I hear Cos crouching down behind me and I prepare myself for what is to follow. All too soon I feel his fingers greasing up my hole before pushing a lump of the fat inside followed by his large index finger. After the ordeal of having a dry finger shoved up there, having a greased one feels really good and turns me on even more. Unconsciously I start to back onto the finger much to the delight of Cos and Piran who are clearly discussing my reaction in their native tongue. I feel a hand reach under me and give my cock a slow massage; glancing sideways I see the hand belongs to Wingallock who looks at me coolly before withdrawing his hand and nodding at Cos. Then the finger withdraws to be replaced by the harder cows horn, it's not uncomfortable just different and then the cold water starts to flow into me. I can understand Rufus's discomfort, there seems to be no end in the water flowing in but eventually my stomach starts to bloat uncomfortably and Cos palpates it, assessing its fullness. Satisfied he pulls the horn out and tells me to run to the woods to empty out. I race as fast as I can clenching my cheeks all the while, as I squat down I never think it's going to stop pouring out! Finally it does and as I walk back to the group I can see Marius is being cleaned out followed by Castus and Felix. While we watch Rufus gives me a hug and comments on how well I took the treatment, not like him who made a fuss over it. Nonsense I say in response, you are braver than me, you went first and didn't know what was coming whereas I did so was better prepared. Besides, you should be proud, your hole looked very appealing winking at me in the sunshine! Rufus laughs in reaction and play punches me on the arm. Finally we have all been cleaned out to Cos's satisfaction and are led back to the camp only to be chained up again to stakes without comment by the priests."




Second Time Around



I pause for a moment to take a long drink from my glass of water; I smile at Elliott before going back into my trance again.

"Okay, what happens next after you've been left at the stakes?" Michael asks.

"We are left alone for a while before being brought water and bread by a couple of women who openly stare at our bodies before running back to the huts. We are famished so eat the bread and drink the water quickly before we are interrupted. We spend most of the afternoon dozing in the afternoon sun shine; we are pretty much ignored by the tribe which is a relief to me. Then as the sun starts to set events take a sinister turn. We spot Cos, Piran and Wingallock leave their hut dressed in their druid clothing carrying three jugs of fat, two lengths chain and manacles, walking in our general direction but stop at the 'tree trunk' where the jugs and chains are put down on the ground. They are shortly joined by ten warriors in full battle regalia i.e. stark naked with body tattoos all over and gold torque necklaces and hair spiked carrying spears and daggers. Piran strides over to us carrying the manacles followed by the warriors who stare haughtily down at us. Silently Piran attaches the manacles to our wrist and ankles then with a nod to the warriors, they detach our neck chains from the stakes and lead us over to the tree trunk. As we stand there Cos and Wingallock are busy applying generous amounts of the fatty grease to each of the poles, it is beginning to dawn on me what these poles will be used for! When they finish that task they turn their attention to us, with a nod from Cos each of us are grabbed by two warriors who bend us over; one holding our head down and the other holding us round the waist preventing us from moving. Me, being nearest to Cos gets the treatment first; he walks up behind me and liberally greases up my anus. First one finger is inserted and for a while it is pushed in and out and twirled around to loosen up my hole, it is joined by a second finger briefly before they are withdrawn and Cos moves onto Felix next to me. This process is repeated until all five of us have been greased up. The warrior who is holding me by my waist releases his grip and walks round behind me before holding me by the waist again. He pushes my bum down until it is in the right position for him and without warning he thrusts his erect cock deep into me until his balls are pressing against my cheeks. I cry out in pain at the sudden intrusion and as my mouth opens to yell out I feel the other warrior position himself and then his cock pushes into my mouth and straight down my throat causing me to gag. I am being brutally fucked at both ends, no mercy is shown by either warrior but I am determined to show my courage by not protesting or resisting in any way. Slowly both orifices become accustomed to their cocks and it becomes a pleasure rather than a torment. On and on they thrust in and out until with final push and a guttural growl they shoot their loads into my rectum and down my throat, then abruptly pull out leaving a trail of jism oozing out of the cocks. Finally I am allowed to stand up straight and catch my breath, in doing so I see my fellow comrades being fucked in the same way. To my amusement all seem to be getting into the swing of it, even Rufus! Marcus is the last to be released and as he stretches his back he winces as he tenderly touches his backside making the warriors laugh loudly. I hear a noise to my left and am surprised to see another forty warriors marching towards us with great purpose. They are holding flaming torches as the sun has set and it is getting dark. They are as naked as the other ten warriors, with the same tattoos, gold necklaces and hairstyles, they look incredibly intimidating and if I am honest rather erotic with their macho swaggers and expressions made all the more fierce being lit by the torches. Behind them follows a familiar figure, it is the man I saw earlier on down by the river who had been trailing us, seeing my expression he laughs and nods in my direction. He is wearing the same leather trousers but this time is wearing a tunic over his upper body but his hair looks as wild as ever. Cos informs us that he is Belenos Corann, the tribe leader, and as far as we are concerned he is god. He has absolute power over your lives, one word from him and you can be killed or your life will be spared. By now Belenos has reached the group and is taking his time greeting each and every warrior before walking over to Cos and talks to him in fluent Roman, for our benefit I presume. He asks about our progress, seemingly satisfied with the response and he sits down cross legged on the ground quickly joined by a couple of warriors. They watch the ensuing action carefully and with some amusement. The remaining warriors crowd round us without saying anything they steer us towards the tree trunk where Cos instructs us to climb up and sit down on the first five seats making sure that the poles are fully inserted inside us. Feeling a little self-conscious I do as I am told, the pole itself is cock-sized and following my recent anal assault it slips in easily and I find myself sitting firmly down on the seat in no time at all. As I make myself comfortable the warriors attach my manacles to the metal loops by my wrists and feet ensuring that I am unable to move out of my seat. Looking over my shoulder I see the others are in the same position, turning back to face the front I realise that we are no longer the focus of attention for the tribe's women have joined the warriors and there is a great deal of merriment and dancing and singing. For the next half an hour they dance around the tree trunk with their behaviour getting more and more lewd. Finally with a loud double clap from Belenos the women throw themselves to the ground swiftly followed by the warriors who waste no time in ravaging them with great gusto. Once the warriors are spent the women straighten their dresses and walk back to the huts giggling and waving to Belenos, who waves back in response. The warriors make their way over to us, unfasten our manacles and indicate for us to climb down from our seats. As I climb down I am grabbed by the waist and bent over again, bracing myself against the tree trunk I feel first one finger slip easily inside and then a second one joins it reasonably easy but when a third attempts to enter but it is met with resistance. When the fingers are withdrawn I am allowed to stand up but am pushed towards the next set of seats and told to climb up and sit down on the poles again. Looking at these poles I see that they are thicker and more tapered than the previous poles, I guess it must be half as wide again. Straddling the pole it takes a lot more effort to accommodate the poles and from the sounds behind me the others are having the same problem. Seeing our struggles five warriors climb up onto the tree trunk and placing their hands on our shoulders push down as hard as they can. Our anal rings resistance give way and with a collective groan we slide down into our seats, I am feeling rather sore but have little time to worry about it as our manacles are fastened once more into place. Belenos stands up and strolls over to us and congratulates us for having passed all of the courage tests so far but warns us that more tests are to follow which he will be monitoring closely with great interest. I feel a sense of pride developing despite my very unusual circumstances and smile in response. I pluck up the courage and ask if I may speak, he says that I may so I ask what is to be our next test? And what is the purpose of the seats that we are sitting on? All in good time, you will shortly find out. He says smiling in response. He returns to where he was sitting and then claps his hands again loudly. On the signal the warriors make loud whooping noises and start dancing and running round the tree trunk, each time they ran past the priests they scoop up wads of the fat and grease up their ever hardening cocks. When every warrior is greased up Belenos claps his hands again and it becomes a game of tag crossed with rugby tackling. It seems the object of the game is to catch another warrior, wrestle him to the ground and then fuck him senseless until the captor shoots his virile jism deep into the recipient's rectum. The captor once spent retires from the chase and joins the applauding spectators. This game lasts for an hour until just one warrior is left lying on the ground totally exhausted and judging by the state of his anus very stretched and full of jism. Belenos calls out to the warrior who nods ruefully and staggers over to collapse at Belenos's feet. We watch with interest to see what will happen next. Once he recovers his breath he is told to stand up, turn round with his back to Belenos, bend over and put his hands behind his knees and spread his legs wide. Belenos then rises to his feet and casually starts to finger the warrior's anus. I am so surprised by what follows that my mouth falls open in astonishment, I have never seen anything like it and I didn't know it was physically possible. With little reaction from the poor guy Belenos first inserts one finger, then two, then three, before a fourth disappears with great ease. I can just make out the thumb being tucked in behind the fingers before with a slight push and virtually no resistance the whole hand disappears inside. A low moan issues from his lips and I spot his hands frantically wanking his cock while Belenos slowly pulls his fist out of his anus and then reinserting it a little more forcefully than before. The moaning gets louder and louder and then with a cry the warrior shoots a long jet of jism which shines in the torchlight before it hits the ground. He collapses onto all fours, the impaling fist leaves his sloppy hole with a loud wet squelch much to the amusement of his watching comrades. I can't believe what I have just witnessed, yet judging by the reactions of the Celts this is nothing unusual and within a minute events carry on as if it never happened. Belenos indicates to Cos that they're ready for the next stage. Nodding Cos calls Piran and Wingallock over and the three of them walk over to us, release our manacles, instruct us to climb down and once more to bend over holding onto the tree trunk. Having done this once already we need no further guidance and assume the position required. Looking over my shoulder, I watch Cos explore my crack with his fingers before starting to insert his fingers. Having had the pole up my hole for over an hour it seems incapable of closing properly and like the poor warrior just now Cos inserts three fingers easily but he was unable to insert a fourth. He doesn't seem too concerned about this as he says well done to me before moving onto my comrades. By the time Cos is finished with us the warriors have crowded round again and we are moved onto the final set of seats. Close up I can see their poles are even thicker than the poles we have just left behind, I would think they are about triple the size of the original poles and I am concerned about whether I will be able to accommodate such a thick pole. However we aren't going to be given the option to refuse and as we climb up and place our anuses over the poles Cos advise us to relax as much as possible and to even welcome the intrusion as it will make it easier and less painful. Belenos has walked over unnoticed and agrees with Cos, he says they will be providing a distraction to help us relax and swallow the poles completely. He remains there standing watching our efforts as the first couple of inches of the poles slide into our rectums before stopping as resistance is met. Once again our manacles are attached to the metal hoops preventing us from escaping the impalement, try as I might I simply cannot relax and my sinking down the pole stops. However Belenos is good as his word and returning to his spot he claps his hands as Cos and the priests retrieve the pots of fat. The warriors whoop their war cry once more and start their dancing and running round the tree trunk. This time as they grab a handful of fat from the priests pots they grease up their hands rather than their cocks. Again when every warrior has greased his hands Belenos double claps his hands and the chase game starts once more. This time when a catch is made the captive bends over at the waist, spreads his cheeks with his hands, presenting his anus to his captor who wastes no time in pushing his fist deep inside the waiting hole. The two warriors remain joined that way while slowly walking round the tree trunk until another warrior catches up with them and inserts his fist into the warrior at the rear. I am so taken with the spectacle taking place I completely forget about the pole impaling me and before I know it I am sitting firmly down on the seat with the pole fully inserted! I look down in surprise at this and also at my cock which is erect and throbbing for release, however I have no hands to bring it relief so I remain frustrated. Eventually the warriors form one unending chain of impaled holes, at which point they stop walking and start to fist fuck the hole in front. The sight is incredible and the squelching sounds totally overpowering, so much so that my cock explodes untouched sending jets of jism along the trunk in front of me. One by one the warriors orgasm and shoot their jism to the ground before slowly disengaging from each other and wiping their hands on the grass. Then with a great deal of laughing and jostling they give each other group hugs before crowding round us. Belenos joins them and praises them for their courage and teamwork, they cheer in response, even more so when they're informed that we're to be released and the next test is to commence. I think I know what is coming! Piran and Wingallock release our manacles which are also removed from our wrists and ankles then indicate we are to climb down and join the warriors. Rather stiff I climb off slowly, the pole exits my hole with a wet fart which is heard by the others making them laugh. As I wait for the others to climb down I study the warriors more closely. To a man they are extremely fit, muscular and have a deep tan all over their bodies indicating to me that being naked is the normal state for them. They all have intricate woad tattoos covering most of their bodies and have a natural grace about them. I also notice how affectionate they are with each other despite their very evident machismo, I guess the games I have just witnessed prevents pride and barriers developing and causing problems within the group. It is hard to act better than someone else when you have had their hand up your backside. I am brought out of my reverie by two pairs of hands grabbing me and turning me to face the tree trunk, I don't offer any resistance when I am bent over and feel the cheeks of my arse being pulled apart. I can tell my hole is loose from the way the cool night air flows in through my ring. I hear approving noises behind me so I guess this is the effect they are seeking and then the subtle noise of a fist being greased up. I can feel fingers exploring my ring pulling its lips further apart before they are carefully inserted. Concentrating I think I can feel four being pushed inside but then as I begin to doubt my counting I feel my ring, with some resistance, stretch further. There is a little bit of discomfort but then it is over and I feel incredibly full. Confused by this sensation I look over my shoulder to be greeted by the vision of a hand buried up to the wrist in my arse. The hand belongs to Belenos, of all people and he has a triumphant look on his face. He looks up at me briefly before returning his attention to his fist which he is slowly pulling out before moving onto Felix's hole waiting next to me. I think it's all over but I am mistaken for my hole is quickly filled again with the fist of a waiting warrior, who pumps my hole a couple of times before moving on only to be replaced by the next warrior waiting patiently behind him. After about ten fists being inserted I begin to lose count and become absorbed in the pleasure that the warriors fists are providing. Looking up I see Cos standing the other side of the tree trunk watching the five of us and the long queue of warriors waiting to plunge their fists into our increasingly sloppy holes. Catching his gaze I ask him what is the purpose of this latest activity, smiling he says that we are being honoured and accepted by the men for we have passed every test put before us. Tomorrow we will face the final round of tests before full acceptance into the tribe. This gives me something to think about! Finally the last fist has made its way deep inside me, I can barely feel it entering or exiting, my ring has given up the ghost for the time being. The priests lead us staggering back to the hut where we slept last night; again there is a large pot of stew and a pile of bread chunks. To our joy we find a pile of blankets and furs, at least we will be able to keep warm and rest our aching butts."

The vision fades before my eyes and reality floods back in. My mouth is dry and I feel mentally exhausted from recounting my memories. Michael gently hands me a glass of water giving me a smile filled with concern, I smile in response and assure him that although I am tired I am okay, so there is no need for him to worry about me. Glancing over to Elliott I see that he is more animated and his trousers are sporting a tent pole, clearly he has been enjoying my tale.

Abruptly he stands up; with a thoughtful look on his face and a discreet rearrangement of his trousers he paces the room before turning to me.

"I don't want to sound like I'm doubting you, but what you have said is true isn't it?

Not totally surprised I reply

"As far as I am concerned everything I have said is an accurate recount of what I have seen and experienced. As I have said before it is like watching a movie in which you have no control of its course of action, yet it feels like you have been an actor within the film so you know it from the inside as well as being a spectator."

"Okay love. I know I know. It's just being an observer it's a lot to take in and I'm trying not to get swept up in the story telling, I would like to remain objective as much as possible." 

I accept what he is trying to say so I suggest that we retire to the kitchen for a change of scenery and hopefully subject. Michael and Elliott sit down at the kitchen table quietly chatting, unfortunately I am unable to make out what they're saying as I'm over the other side of the room and the kettle is rumbling in my ear. By the time I join them at the table they are clearly in agreement and smile in unison at me. 

"Okay guys, what have you two cooked up?" 

"I was simply suggesting to Elliott that between tomorrow and our next session he might like to do undertake some independent research using the information you have provided so far from tonight and last week. That way he can satisfy his need to remain analytical and that he is making a contribution to this journey you two are on."

"You've hit the nail on the head Michael" Elliott added nodding his head slowly "I want to take an active but supporting role here and if I can find some concrete evidence to back up what you have been saying then that can only be a good thing for all of us."  

In the face of their calm logic I had no choice but to agree and if I was being honest it would be real boost to have corroborative evidence to know that my visions were real memories and not a result of an overactive imagination.

Then while I sit sipping my coffee a revelation hits me like a bolt of lightning! "I knew it!" I exclaim, breaking the other two's trains of thought. "I have just realised who Cos reminds me of, it's you Michael. Okay you're not identical because you're different ages and different colouring but your expressions and personalities are the same. It's the same feeling as when I look at Elliott and then remember Belenos." 




Second Time Around



Michael smiles slowly and after a short pause simply says "I have been told by a reliable medium that I was a high ranking priest in a former life but this not something I have explored in any depth. I think we should wait and see what Elliott uncovers before I say anything else on the subject."

Taking the hint we change the subject and it is not too long before Michael arranges for next week's session before taking his leave and bidding us good night with a vigorous hand shake. As we tidy up the kitchen and living room all I can think about is my head hitting the pillow, Elliott must have seen the tiredness etched on my face because he tells me to go on up, have a shower and go to bed. I need no second telling, I never do hear him coming to bed and crawling in beside me. 

I wake up the following morning to the smell of coffee and warm croissants wafting up the stairs. Mmm my favourite way to wake up on a Sunday! I am still smiling to myself when the figure of Elliott enters the room carefully carrying a tray of croissants and two large mugs of steaming coffee. He was a sight for sore eyes, wearing just a pair of white boxers and with his hair still sleep tousled all the reasons why I love him so much come flooding back.

"Morning sleepyhead." he greets me with a heart warming smile.

"Mmm... come back to bed, I've got a little something for you, I think you might like it." I murmur in the most seductive tone I can manage.

"Ugh Ugh! I'm not falling for that one! I've got plans for us today which I will tell you about over breakfast, if I let you have your wicked way we won't have time to fit it all in which will then put me behind." He retorted in tone he reserved for when he had a goal and didn't want to be diverted from it.

Deciding the game was over I sat up in bed, smoothed the duvet straight and took the tray offered to me while Elliott climbed in beside me. While I sipped my coffee and ate my croissants (trying hard not to spill any crumbs) I took in the itinerary for the day, Elliott had decided that there was no time like the present to start his researching and as today was Sunday this was going to be the only day we would be together all day before the next session. He had been busy preparing a packed lunch and had got our walking gear out along with a large scale map of Exeter and the surrounding areas. Having cleared away the breakfast things he unfurled the map and asked me to study it paying particular attention to the river and the smaller villages rather than Exeter itself. 

"Why?" I asked.

"Well Exeter as it is today wouldn't have existed; at most it would only have been a village no bigger than the others in the area. From what I can remember from your first regression you said that you were heading for Exeter so obviously you hadn't got there yet. I was hoping that by looking at the river, assuming its course hasn't changed too much over the years that you may recognise a place name or area and we start to narrow down the site where the battle happened and perhaps even your fort." Elliott sounded ever the optimist.

"Sounds logical to me I guess except that you have to remember I was only eighteen years old at the time and sightseeing wouldn't have been the highest of my priorities."  

"Well give it a go, we've got nothing to lose except a couple of hours walking exercise and who knows we might actually find something."

Having studied the map for about twenty minutes the only suggestion I could make was that we find somewhere to park just outside of Exeter and walk upstream away from it and hope that the scenery jogs a memory or two. Without further ado we got dressed, shaved, put on our walking gear picked up our packed lunch and jumped into our car. For some reason I felt a sense of excitement, perhaps it was the possibility that I might just be taking the first steps to obtaining evidence of my previous life.

We decided to park at Exeter University as the campus car park is huge and nobody would recognise our little car parked there for a few hours. Walking down through the University and over the main road I can see the River Exe in front of me and my excitement levels rise considerably like a child seeing the seaside for the first time. Elliott does his best to rein me in and keeps the conversation flowing to distract me and also to discreetly quiz me over my memories of the area.

After half a mile or so the river splits into two, the river Exe off to the right and the river Yeo to the left.

"Which way do you want to go?" Elliott asks.

"I don't know." I reply frowning "I don't recognise this stretch at all but my gut feeling is to follow the right hand branch which according to the map is the river Exe."

"Right, it is then."

We follow the twisting turning river banks, taking in the scenery and holding hands like boys out on a big adventure for the first time. The river splits again, this time instead of staying with the river Exe I again choose the right hand branch which is the river Culm. On and on we walk but still nothing triggers any memories. I can feel my optimism beginning to wane, or is that just my hunger grumbling within? I express my feelings to Elliott who in an attempt to keep my spirits up points out that Stoke Canon is within half a mile and he's heard that there is a decent pub there; perhaps we might like to stop for a pint and have a sandwich? The mention of a pint does the trick and miraculously my pace picks up and sure enough, the town bridge looms in sight and we climb up the steps leaving the river behind for the time being. Sitting in the beer garden of the nearest pub we take our time to study the map again, just to see if anything jogs my memory but nope, dead as a dodo, nothing springs to mind. Finishing the last mouthful of sandwich and downing my beer I return our plates and glasses to the bar before rejoining Elliott at the front of the pub where he is talking to an elderly couple also dressed up for walking. As I approach they look over and the lady smiles and wishes me good luck in my quest. I thank her politely and then once they have walked on turn to ask Elliott what had been discussed in my absence.

"Oh, nothing much really, I had simply asked if they knew the local area and if there were any sites of historical interest near here. I am pleased to say that there are, both Roman and Celtic ruins have been found and they gave me a quick resume on what they knew. It all looks very promising, I must say. Please don't ask me for further information, I would like to keep that to myself because I don't want to colour your perceptions of the area and we want to have your genuine reactions if or when you come across anything which triggers a memory."

This sounded reasonable to me, so I simply nodded in agreement and followed him back to the river and we continued on our journey upstream. For what seems an eternity we walk on and I am beginning to think this is going to be a complete waste of time, when turning a bend in the river I see something which stops me in my tracks. To my right is the gentle sloping flanks of a hill, I am filled with both a sense of dread and of elation all mixed up into one jumbled mess. It takes Elliott a moment to realise that I am not walking beside him; he stops, looks over his shoulder at me.

"Have we seen something of interest?" He asks with a twinkle lighting up his eyes.

"Perhaps" I answer vaguely. "The hill to our right seems familiar and I know that I haven't been here before or seen pictures of it, perhaps if we walk on a bit further I will see if there is anything more I can pick up on."

We carry on walking, all the time I am getting a clearer picture of the landmark in front of me, it has a distinct peak which keeps drawing my attention and urging me to climb towards it. At the same time the sense of dread is growing stronger becoming more like fear with every step. Finally I can bear it no longer and announce to Elliott that I have to get off this path immediately and that I want to climb up to the peak of the hill where we will be safe.

"Safe from what?" Elliott asks with concern showing clearly on his face.

"Them." Is all I say and march off heading directly across the grassy meadow to the wooded slopes above.

Elliott runs to catch up with me but with the pace I am setting and the uneven ground beneath our feet he is unable to question me further. My sense of fear and dread slowly fade as I make my way up the slopes towards the peak; the wooded area was deceptive, from a distance it appeared thick but close up it was far more open and in fact looked more like a managed estate than wildwood. When I had reached the summit I could see why, for in the distance I could see a large mansion surrounded by ornate gardens and beyond that the open woodlands which extended nearly to the hill top. Only the very top was left open and windswept. At last I stopped marching and with a satisfied grin on my face I slowly turned 360 degrees absorbing the panorama before me. Elliott stood beside me silently taking in the view too before asking

"How do you feel now?"

"Contented. At home. Nostalgic. Sad. Happy. All these emotions wrapped up together. It's hard to describe really."

"How about hungry? I'm starving and we've got a full packed lunch to eat yet!" Elliott announced as he shucked his backpack and sat down on the grass. 

"Now that you mention it, I could eat a horse. All that walking burns sure builds up an appetite." I agree and sit down next to him.

For the next half an hour we sit and eat the food we had brought with us in relaxed silence, both lost in thought but at the same time enjoying each other's company.

"Do you know what?" I said, giving him a thoughtful look. "There is nowhere in the world that I want to be except by your side, always."

Looking me straight in the eye, with a serious expression for once Elliott replied

"I believe you. I feel the same way too. I have a gut feeling that this isn't the first time we have felt this way before either."

"Really? Does that mean you are beginning to believe what I have been saying during my regression sessions?"

"Well let's just say that I am less doubtful and more confident that I will find concrete evidence to support your claims. When we get back I will be starting my research in earnest, I just wanted to know what today would bring before I began. Now before we head home there is just one more experiment I need to carry out. So if you don't mind please lay down on the grass, on your back with your hands behind your head and close your eyes – don't open them until I say so."

Curious, I do as I'm told. Laying back with eyes closed makes me more conscious of the sounds around me; the gentle whispering of the grass as the wind blows over it, the cries of birds in the undergrowth and nearby tree and the distant rumbling from the M5 a few miles away. I hear the rustle of clothing nearby, then a very familiar sound of a zip being opened, mine! Followed by my belt buckle being undone and my trouser button unfastened. Raising my hips slightly to assist, my trousers were pulled down to my knees exposing my boxer shorts. Then deft fingers reached inside through the front flap and released my rapidly expanding cock. The cool air aroused it further, by the time I felt his breath on my cockhead it was already fully hard and raring to go. Then light as a feather's touch his tongue starts to lick my shaft from it base all the way up, until the head is reached and his lips joins the tongue enveloping it in a warm wet embrace. I groan in response and buck my hips in an attempt to drive my cock in deeper, but am thwarted by a pair of strong hands holding me down. As he starts to bob up and down on my pole my hands move from under my head and gently place themselves on his head, fingers entwined through his blonde locks. Slowly but surely his blowjob gains in momentum and before long I am unable to hold back my orgasm and with a stifled groan I shoot my jism down his throat. Elliott continues sucking me until no more jism leaks out and my cock has deflated to its normal size again. Sitting up he wipes his lips with the back of his hand and announces.

"The final experiment has been successfully completed and I am pleased to announce that your spunk tastes just as delicious out here in the open as it does back home in bed. Thank you for your co-operation."

"Why thank you kind sir!" I reply, winking "I am glad to have been of assistance."

"Time's getting on young man, we've got one hell of a walk home or shall we be extravagant and walk down to the main road over there by that mansion and get a taxi back to the University?" 

"I think a taxi sounds a fantastic idea. I don't think my legs will carry me all the way back along the river; we must have walked literally miles to get here. Have we got enough cash on us for the fare?" I asked, recalling that I only had a tenner in my wallet.

"Sure have, I brought plenty with me as I knew we wouldn't be near any cash points".

Decision made, we packed up our picnic and made our way down the other side of the hill in the direction of the mansion. Half an hour later we were climbing into the back of the taxi and heading back to Exeter and our car still waiting for us in the University car park. Nothing else about my experiences and reactions were discussed for the rest of the weekend and following week and life carried on as before. Okay I know Elliott was busy on the internet and in the town hall and museum but not once did he reveal any findings and in the spirit of the agreement I didn't ask him any questions. 



Chapter 4: 3rd Regression Therapy Session

It's Saturday evening again; this time unlike the previous two occasions I am no longer nervous, instead I am keen to get on with it and see what will be revealed tonight. I greet Michael warmly giving him a big hug, which he returns with a grin and raised eyebrows.

"What have I done to deserve such a reception?" 

"Oh, nothing really, it just feels now that you're a friend of ours and from my perspective it has a lot of depth and history to it beyond the here and now, if you get my drift." I replied sincerely releasing him from my grip.

"I'm really pleased because the feeling is mutual I can assure you. When this is all over there is so much I would like to share with you two but not until then as I don't want to lead you in any way."

With that the subject was closed and Michael walked into the living room to greet Elliott with a vigorous hand shake.

Twenty minutes later I am once more sitting in my arm chair with Michael regressing me back to my distant memories.

"Sean, I want you to go back again the time when you were Caius Artorius Vitalis; this time I want you to go to the happiest event you can remember and describe what you are experiencing."

"Do not call me by that name; it is no longer my name. I not a Roman, I am now an honorary Celt and a warrior too."

"A Celtic warrior? What is your name now?"

"My name is Agro Cethin. I have been granted the full status of warrior by my lord and husband Belenos Corann."

"How old are you?"

"I am 25" 

"What is happening?"

"It is the day of our wedding. Today Belenos and I are getting married in the presence of his favourite wife, Moina, and the leaders of our allied tribes."

"Are you still at the camp?"

"No. That camp only used for training the warriors and their families. Most people live in the town called Caerwysc some five miles away, or as the Romans insist calling it, Isca Dumnoniorum. We are there preparing for the ceremony and greeting our allies. There is a lot of excitement, commotion and high expectations."

"Why?"

"Because this is the first time there has been two joint tribal chiefs with one being an ex-Roman. They are hoping this will be the turning point in our resistance to the occupying forces of the Roman armies and they will be driven out of our lands. The druids say the gods are on our side now and victory will be ours."

"What does Belenos' wife think about this marriage?"

"Moina is happy, why wouldn't she be? She now has two handsome men to fuck her and give her children, then when she is not in the mood for sex there is another person who can take it instead. Also her position is better assured because should either of us be killed in battle then she will still have another husband to support her unlike other women in her position."

"Are you happy?"

"Extremely. I have everything in life that I can possibly want. I could never have risen to this position of power if I had remained a Roman, I would still be a centurion."

"Have you been accepted by the other tribe members."

"I am now. Initially they didn't trust me because I was a Roman but as I trained to become a warrior and took my final vow of allegiance they finally accepted me. Then when Belenos decided to have me as his then my position was assured, I haven't looked back since."

"Take me to the ceremony, what is happening?"

"Belenos, Moina and I are standing as a triangle holding hands surrounded by a circle of twelve tribal elders and one senior druid. They are walking round us slowly chanting religious extracts of the druid faith. They stop walking and the druid stands next to us. Each of us swear vows of love and allegiance to each other and to the tribe which is greeted with cheers by the onlookers. I am given a golden spiral bracelet made especially for me from the last successful raid on the Roman merchants last month. I hold my arm in the air proudly showing off the bracelet. By now the elders have returned to their seats and the three of us sit at one end of the room with Belenos sitting in the middle with his arms draped over our shoulders appearing very pleased with himself. He announces that the celebrations can now start in earnest."

"What are the celebrations?"

"Very much like they are today. Lots of food and drink is consumed, everyone is dancing and having great time. Some younger couples are getting amorous and having sex at the edges of the room or outside where it is cooler, much to the consternation of some of the elders. However most of us find it either amusing or turn a blind eye to it, after all it is the most natural thing in the world and this occasion is for everyone to enjoy."

"What happens afterwards?"

"It is nearly dawn before we leave, by now the elders have long since retired and the revellers are very drunk with many sleeping where they lay or sit. We make our way back to our house, it seems strange to be married to them both, before I was Belenos's bit on the side so to speak, so Moina was compelled to officially ignore the arrangement but now we can openly be the best of friends loving the same man and maybe one day love each other as well. Belenos suggests all three of us consummate our marriage but Moina and I groan in unison as we're both too drunk and exhausted to oblige. However we catch each other's eyes making us giggle, then laughing madly we throw ourselves at him covering him with drunken kisses. I don't know what happens next, it's a blank. I wake up in the morning with a rip roaring hangover, holding my head as if it's about to explode I look across the bed at the other two who are still sleeping. It is only then I realise that we're still in our clothes from last night so I guess nothing did actually happen."

"You mentioned that you trained as a warrior, what did this involve?"

"The morning after the night we were tested by the druids and warriors started slowly, we were allowed to sleep in until nearly mid-day but then the work on training us started in earnest. For the next six months we are trained in the art of guerrilla warfare for which the Celts are famous and hand to hand combat. Everyday follows the same routine; we rise at dawn, go for a two mile run, on our return we have a light breakfast before spending the rest of the day training with groups of warriors. Sometimes it is about fighting, other times it is about border patrols, tracking and spying. Then at sunset we gather down by the river to wash away the sweat and dust of the day before eating the main meal of the day. Every fourth day after the main meal we go to the temple where Cos and the two priests work and we are cleaned out thoroughly. From there we go to the hill camp and open ourselves up on the tree trunk and wait for the warriors to arrive."




Second Time Around



"All of them? Like when you were tested?"

"No, not all of them, only the ones that feel the need to release their load or simply feel like it."

"What happens?"

"We service them in any way they want. Sometimes it is just a blow job or a quick fuck. Other times they will fist us or they want to be fisted, because they have a duty to remain open too. Occasionally, particularly when Belenos attends it turns into an orgy because every warrior there will want to demonstrate their prowess hoping to impress him and thereby increase their standing."

"Do the women participate?"

"No. Only when it's a full moon because they believe they will fall pregnant easier then they're allowed to join in but can't have sex with us trainees as we're not classed as tribe members yet."

"What about clothing, what do you wear?"

"Nothing. Since our capture we've not been allowed to wear anything, all trainee warriors remain naked until they complete their training. It is felt that this way it toughens up the men and encourages the public image of being fierce warriors. The only comfort we have is a blanket at night to keep warm but that is only when it is cold. After a while it feels completely normal and to have anything on your skins feels unnatural, you should see my tan, I am brown all over! The only shame is that the tattoos don't stand out on us like they do with the natives, but we do look exotic all the same which attracts the attention of many locals and visitors."

"How do you come to the attention of Belenos?"

"From the start there has been a mutual attraction which has had an influence, but he is too much of a leader and warrior to let this be the deciding factor. I think it was the fact that I demonstrated the greatest willingness to learn all things Celtic and become one of the lads, as it were that swung it for me. Plus I was always happy to take all that he wanted to give me including on one memorable occasion both his fists at once. Okay I did have trouble walking the next day but I was damned proud of my achievement!"

"What happened after the six months training period?"

"By the end of the six months our training is over, I have had the full tribal tattoos etched into my skin and joined Belenos' personal bodyguard squad which is a huge responsibility but a golden opportunity to be close to Belenos on a daily basis. There was a 'passing out' ceremony of sorts, we were presented to Belenos in front of all the other warriors and given our golden torque necklaces which we would wear at all times as a sign of our status and matter of pride."

"And then?"

"My life slips into a routine and the next six years pass by so quickly as I concentrate on my 'career' and establishing myself within my new found community. During that time Belenos slowly becomes aware of my presence, seeing the real me rather than just another warrior in the ranks. Then within the last six months it's like a switch has been flicked and we have become good friends. I am fiercely loyal to him and will defend him to the death without a thought."

As the last sentence leaves my lips an overwhelming sadness hits me and I start to cry, breaking the connection to my memories. Opening my eyes I am disorientated and it takes a couple of minutes to stabilise my thoughts. I feel the comforting arms of Elliott wrap around my shoulders and he kisses me tenderly on the top of my head, gently rocking me as my sobs slowly subside.

We take a convenience break, after which I suggest we continue as I want to discover the reason for the sadness. Both Michael and Elliott express concern over this but I assure them I am okay and want to do this. Deferring to my instance Michael regresses me once more, this time I don't instantly see any images, the canvas remains blank.

and 

"I would like you to tell me what happened to make you so sad." 

Still no images appear so I say so.

"Okay. I want you to go forward in time by a couple of days, tell me what is happening."

"I am hurting all over, badly injured and feeling humiliated. I am full of murderous thoughts, all I can think of is exacting revenge on the occupying Romans and how lonely I feel. I am under house arrest pending the Emperor's decision on my fate."

"Why? What has happened? I know it is painful but you must tell me."

"Two days ago the Romans arrived again, they promised that they came in peace seeking a treaty so that the fighting would be over once and for all. But they lied, as we sat round the negotiating table further legions over ran our defences and massacred our men. The alarm was raised but it was too late, Belenos, the true warrior that he was went to join the fight but his move was anticipated. He was quickly captured, as I was too, but he defied them to the end and before my very eyes he was executed in cold blood. I went berserk seeking to join him in death but they wanted me alive so disarmed me, leaving me tied up in the town square next to his bloodied body, to serve as a reminder to the local population of the consequences of resisting them."

"Why have they spared your life?"

"It is their way. They have removed the real power on the throne so the resistance has been stopped in its tracks. With me alive and showing that I obey the Roman rules the populace are likely to behave, but if I am killed too then there will be a power vacuum which will only cause more unrest."

"What has happened to Moina?"

"I don't know. She was visiting her mother across town at the time of the attack, I have never seen her again and that breaks my heart too. The Romans will not or cannot tell me what has happened to her."

"How long are you kept under house arrest?"

"It is a lifelong sentence, I am to be a puppet ruler."

"I want to bring you forward in time, to the point of your own death. How old are you and how do you die?"

I feel myself aging as he speaks and my voice developes a quiver as I speak.

"I feel ancient, by my reckoning between 68 and 70. It is hard to say for sure as I don't have birth certificate! It is early morning and the sun is just beginning to rise. Something catches my eye; someone has just entered my bedroom. Impossible! No one is allowed inside my house at this time of the day. I can't believe my eyes, it's Belenos standing there, looking just as young and handsome as on the day he died. He smiles at me and says 'It's time my love, come with me to the other side, I've been waiting and watching over you for such a very long time.' As he walks up to me I hold my hands out to him and it is then that my heart skips a beat, then two beats, then three. In fact my heart has stopped altogether and my body collapses to the floor still with a smile on its face, however I'm not there I've already moved on." 

Blackness envelopes my mind and I wake with jolt back to the 21st Century and the tear filled eyes of Elliott and Michael. As I gather my senses I rise and walk out into the kitchen before making my way into the garden to get some fresh air. Returning to the kitchen, I put the kettle on and turn to face the two of them having followed me out of the living room.

"Well, I didn't see that one coming! Did you guys?!" I said with just a trace of false humour to my voice, trying to make light of the situation.

"Heavens! No I didn't" Elliott said shaking his head. "I guessed it was probably bad news by the way you broke down in tears, but I wasn't expecting it to be quite such bad news. It kind of makes sense from what I have managed to find out historically but there are such large gaps in the history records that many different scenarios were possible and history would have been none the wiser."

"Oh, that reminds me." I say to Elliott. "What exactly did you find out in your researching? Did any of it tie up?"

"Well, you already know that Celtic and Roman artefacts have been found at Exeter and Killerton Hill. I have found accounts of a tribe in the area which did for a couple of decades put up resistance to the Roman invasion before succumbing like all the other tribes in the country. There is anecdotal mention made of a Belenos Corann possibly being the last leader of this tribe but it is very sketchy and there is no mention made of any successors or associates. How you describe the warriors and their battle dress code does closely match the history record but obviously nothing is said of their 'recreational' activities."

Michael looked from me to Elliott and back again before quietly announcing

"I had a pretty good idea of the outcome although I wasn't absolutely sure. As I mentioned following your second regression I have been told by a medium that in a former life I was a high ranking priest and I said that I hadn't explored this idea very much. Well this isn't strictly true, I have done a bit of regression myself and it ties in very much with what you have said, obviously it is from a different view point but nevertheless it ties in quite nicely. After the Roman invasion of Exeter our paths never crossed again, I fled the area after helping Moina escape too in disguise. I believe Moina managed to find sanctuary in Ireland and lead a reasonable life for her remaining years. I too tried to head for Ireland, however the boat I sailed across the Irish Sea in vanished without a trace during a storm resulting in me drowning."

"Oh." Was all I could reply with. 

"At least now I understand why I feel so at home in Exeter and the surrounding areas and why Elliott is so dear to me. We've found love and each other a second time around. One thing though which I don't understand about all this is that if the three of us have met up again in this life, where's Moina?" I asked.

"Don't you recognise Naomi then?" Michael asked with an amused tone to his voice. 



Second Time Around



I took regular long walks after Rita left. Along river banks, around the bay, down country lanes, occasionally through the throngs of people in the city centre. For the first month my mind was closed to everything around me. But gradually the cry, "Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!" stopped running through my head. At work I buried myself in the copywriting for the advertising firm I worked for. Sometimes I could do this work at home and this gave my scope for daytime walks. Relaxing at home I either read or watched occasional television. In both cases I avoided love scenes. 

In time my thinking became one of relief. Relief that, in spite of ten years together, we had never married or had children. It was bad enough that she had just upped and took off with a guy who had a bank balance that could have bought a battle fleet, but her final barb had taken a long time to throw off.

"It's not the money, Chris. Gordon makes me explode."

"Didn't I have that effect on you?"

"Only occasionally."

"So all those other bodily spasms were play acting?"

"It's different with Gordon."

I was angry enough to want to slap her. But I didn't. I'd always considered myself a considerate lover, once I'd learned the ropes. To be compared unfavourably hurts. So I was satisfied to put her betrayal down to the money..

Even when my initial wrath subsided I continued to take my long walks. So it was that sunny Thursday afternoon that I found myself on the promenade above the small bay I usually skirted.. 

It being such a fine day I was surprised to find the beach fairly quiet. A walk along the water's edge seemed appealing. So I started down the steps.

As I descended I picked out a couple of small family clusters, with kids running in and out of the sea, flicking water at each other. Why weren't those kids at school? Further away near the rocks a stout man in shorts was standing at the water's edge as though daring himself to plunge in. A couple of lovers were further back, he leaning against a rock, she in a bikini, with her bare back snuggled against his chest. Ah, yes, I remember it well! 

More centrally a blonde haired lady in a bikini lay on her front, head to one side, and even from this distance I could see the large sunglasses she was wearing. As I reached the sand I also noticed that she had unhooked the bra to ensure an overall back tan.

My feet sank into the dry sand and I made a beeline for the tidal mark that was the beginning of the harder sand for easier strolling.

My route took me towards the prone blonde lady. Not deliberately, just chance. And such chances sometimes govern the events of our lives.

As I neared the blonde two of the kids playing in the sea, came racing up the beach yelling at each other. And I saw that the splashing they had been doing in the sea had been with water pistols.

I don't know whether it was by accident or on purpose but they stopped on either side of the blonde Wincing, I could see exactly what was going to happen. Maybe I could have called out a warning, but if I was wrong, my efforts could be misunderstood. 

Sure enough the boys turned to each other, and opened fire. I wasn't surprised to see their ammunition fall well short of their respective targets, and splash across the bare back of the sunbather. I was only a couple of metres away as, with a cry, she lurched up from the shock of the cold water, without any immediate thought of cover. So, for a brief instant, I found myself viewing a neat pair of pink tipped breasts. The kids had raced away to the haven of the family group.

In spite of the sunglasses I knew she was aware that I had observed her revelations, and in an effort to be gallant, I smiled, shrugged and said, "If you've seen one you've seen them all."

Scrambling to refit her bikini top, she gasped, "Yes, but I've got two."

A cool response in the circumstances I thought, as she sat back with her legs tucked under her. I sensed, in spite of the massive eye-shades, that she was staring at me, and her next words startled me.

"Chris?--Is it--?" And as she spoke she removed the sunglasses revealing the light blue eyes, which along with the faint smile of recognition on those full lips, lit up her face in a way that the years had not disguised.

"Linda? My God, it is you." My mind was instantly churning up long dead images. I had actually stroked those breasts. But recalling the events of last time we met made me cringe a little. "You've hardly changed."

Okay. Maybe there were a couple of lines around those eyes, but nothing that impinged on the overall appeal of her appearance.

She came quickly to her feet, revealing her flat belly and curvaceous waist.

"Now stop the exaggeration. It was fourteen years ago. But you look good."

"What happened to America?" I asked.

"Long story," she said, her face darkening just a little, the eyes becoming more hooded.

Trying to untangle my meshing thoughts I said, indicating the café at the back of the beach, "Should we have a coffee?"

"Just let me get dressed," she said, reaching for a pair of jeans that lay on her towel.

"I'll go and order---latte, isn't it?"

Her smile was as welcome as the cooling breeze, "You remember!"

"Well, it was only fourteen years ago."

"Unsweetened," she added as she began stepping into her jeans.

"Ah, some things do change, then."

"Have to take care," she laughed, patting her midriff.

That kind of care was certainly working, I thought, as I hurried up the beach. Her figure was absolutely stunning. More shapely and curvaceous than I remembered it. And those lips. Oh, yes, those lips. The first lips to close, ever so briefly, around my erect penis. 

Seated at a table overlooking the beach, I could watch Linda packing up her gear. Admiring her lithe movements, I unwillingly recalled the shame of that last time we had together.

We had begun seeing each other in the latter months of High School. Nervous dates, uncertain kisses. We were two virgins on the brink of a life's promise. In those first months we had built a close bonding. Our interests were similar. We went to movies, talked about books or sports, enjoyed walks in the country. Yet our physical intimacies were slow and tentative. She had informed me from our early days together that she was determined to keep her virginity until she was twenty one. She had no specific reason.

"It's just a whim," she had said. "When it happens it will be a big occasion" 

I, being limited in experience myself, couldn't complain. I did have visions of myself being classed as a perfect lover. But I needed time and experience to achieve that. Okay, I was just a little disappointed, but she was so beautiful I wasn't going to back away.

So it was nervously, uncertainly, after a few dates, that I squeezed her breasts through her sweater, and after three months was bold enough to savour the uncovered perfection of them. Sometime after the bad news, during one of our more heated sessions, my hands had wandered to her inner thigh to stray upwards and feel the mound beyond her panties and her breathing had quickened at that.

For her part, she was the first to introduce her tongue to mine, and that had been an electrifying sensation. Her hands eventually teased over my bulge, making little circles over it, while I held my breath. And she, like me, after we knew the worst, found her way inside and gripped my over eager erection. Nothing else, just gripped it. Never knowing how close that brought me to the edge

The bad news broke after we'd been dating for four months. Her father's job was taking them to America, a lucrative position that could not be refused. Without Linda knowing about it he had been in touch with a university over there that would reserve her a place on receipt of her educational and sporting background. Linda had been exceptionally adept at badminton and hockey, and her examination results were expected to be first class. So no obstructions were expected on that score.

That last day, before she left, we took a picnic out to Blackmore Woods, to a little grassy clearing that we called our own. We ate heartily on the chicken drumsticks, crispy rolls and doughnuts all of which she had prepared. Then we quickly fell into each others arms and kissed wildly for a very long time, as though it was the last day of the world. I was stroking the subtle groove in her panties which quickly moistened, while she slid her hand inside my jeans to find my achingly rampant penis. She had stroked it gently and I felt my scrotum start to bubble.

It was then, quite unexpectedly, she whispered, "I want to do something special for you, so you'll remember me." And without further warning she bent and her lips closed around my penis. No tongue. No other movement, other than those lips forming a firm 'O' around my erection. And even though I would learn with the passage of time that this was the offering of a beginner, nowhere near a full blowjob, it was sufficient for my impassioned state, as, within seconds I knew my body was going to let me down, felt my scrotum evacuate and the force of it engorging my penis.

"Linda!" I gasped, my hand on her forehead to withdraw her. All too late. Too much excitement, too little warning. I spurted before she could release me and she gave a little grunt as she drew back and I saw the whiteness trailing from her lips, before another spurt from my now freed penis sent a line of cum across her face.

I wanted the ground to swallow me. I reached for a napkin, seeing her mouth and tongue reacting to an unwelcome taste, and dripping whiteness. Her eyes blinked at me in surprise as I dabbed at her streaked face. 

She sat up and picked up a tissue herself and wiped it around her mouth, spitting into it.

"I'm so sorry, Linda--I haven't---"

"Funny taste," she said at first but then, as we cleaned her up she asked, "I've only read about it. Was it good for you?"

I held her close, "Would have been if I'd had the strength. It's embarrassing."

"Don't worry about it. Practice makes perfect." Realising that there wasn't going to be any time for practice, her lip puckered and she began to cry. 

We lay there in a pathetic huddle until the light began to fade. We kissed desperately at her front door and agreed to write regularly. "Not emails---real letters," she insisted, and I agreed.

Over my first year in university I received four letters from her, all loving, all full of enthusiasm for her new home town and life there. The fifth letter was to tell me she was going out with someone, nothing serious. There was a long wait before her sixth letter arrived telling me she was engaged. 

It hurt, and I went out and very deliberately stopped being a virgin---a girl with generous breasts and more than generous thighs. I didn't write back, but along with my studies I plunged into as many willing girls as time would allow. Honing my education on two fronts, I told myself. 

Two cups of latte were placed on the table as I watched Linda coming up the beach. In jeans and a white blouse she looked every bit as delectable as she had in the bikini. She moved with an easy, sensuous grace, and just watching the way the breeze played with her blond hair, and pressed her white blouse tight across her breasts created a familiar swelling in my pants.

"Amazing us meeting like this. I'm so glad to see you again," The look in her azure blue eyes and the way she smiled at me as she sat down told me she meant it.

"You've changed," I told her.

Her head tilted questioningly, "Oh, yes?"

"You're even more attractive." How pathetic was that?

She laughed delightedly," Flatterer!"

"Are you home for good?"

Again her face darkened, "You never wrote back."

Was that relevant? "I took it that I'd lost you." I told her.

She said nothing, sipped her latte and stared out of the window. I could only sit there, absorbing the look of her, and asking myself where I wanted this chance meeting to take us. Stupid question. I knew exactly where I wanted it to take us.

At last she spoke, her face still averted from mine, "He was the son of a newspaper owner."

"Very rich, then," I said, and my face must have shown my distaste. "Money men have it all. "

"That's unkind, Chris."

I told her why I had that attitude.

Her eyebrows raised, but I couldn't read the expression on her face, "Oh, I---well I thought you were in a solid relationship."

"So did I," I said, with exaggerated grumpiness, and we both laughed. It was good to be able to laugh about it. But it was better because it was with Linda. 

"Anyway, I married him."

"Before you reached twenty one?"

For just moment she looked puzzled, then the light came on, and she laughed, "Oh, that. So childish. Those first months I wished that we had----" She stopped and she blushed. A charming vision.

I said nothing and our eyes held for a moment, before she looked away, 

" Anyway, I encountered a lavish lifestyle."

"Encountered? You make it sound like a battle."

"That's what it became. I was fairly happy at first. Not totally fulfilled."

Again her eyes raised to mine before she went on, "Slowly I began to realise that I wasn't the only pebble on his beach. There were other women---Practicing he was, and God knows he needed the practice."

"Makes perfect," I put in.

It took her only a moment to recall the significance of that, "Ah, yes." Her lower lip trembled, "I found there had been countless other women. None of them came back for more, which didn't surprise me. I got a very generous divorce settlement. I loved America, but feared somehow there might be some attempt at payback for the generous settlement. So I came home just over a year ago. Bought myself a cosy flat. Not far from here." And she pointed vaguely up towards the promenade.

I looked at my watch. It was nearly half past two and I remembered I had a meeting at three, with a client.

I told Linda and, fingers crossed, asked, "Could we have dinner one night?"

Her face lit up, "I'd like that."

A gentle kiss on the cheek, an arrangement for the following night and we parted. Her odour of lavender lingered with me as I walked back to my car to drive into town.

Life had suddenly taken on an unexpected glow, but I knew that caution was needed. In spite of the physical surging I felt deep down, something else, something warmer I couldn't define, was bothering me. I was aware of the dangers of taking things for granted.

A warm evening. Dinner in a top restaurant with a beautiful blonde lady stunningly dressed in a dark blue dress with single straps that showed off her tantalising tanned shoulders and just a promise of cleavage. Add to that the warmest smile from full lips, and blue eyes that lit up her face, and I was the most comforted man in that restaurant.

We ate steaks and lobster and talked restrained small talk. I learned how riches can turn sour, how she'd recently taken a job part-time for an estate agent, but didn't really need to, given her settlement. I told her some things about my time with Rita, about my work, how my pastimes of books and films hadn't changed.

Her eyes fixed firmly on mine as she asked, "Do you miss her?"

I was surprised how prompt my reply was, " Not as much as I thought I would."

Was her nod one of satisfaction? 

Meal over, I offered her a lift home. At first she refused, saying it was out of my way.

"Not at all. Just a couple of miles beyond where I live."

Reluctantly, she agreed, but when we reached the block of luxury flats she asked if I'd like a coffee.

Her eyes held mine and I reached for her hand and squeezed it.

"I appreciate the offer, Linda. But perhaps we run the risk of moving too fast" You bloody idiot, I told myself, but still managed to feel very noble.

She gave me a half smile, "I'm so glad you said that." And she leaned towards me, lips slightly parted. "It is too soon."

I'm sure that for both of us the intention was a gentle good night kiss, but the moment our lips met we were clinging together the way we had on that last day so many years ago. Our mouths ate at each other, tongues intertwined, completely electrifying. My hand roamed on the softness of one breast.

Was it me who broke away? Or did she? I don't know. We were both staring hungrily at each other, as her hand reached for the door handle.

"Tomorrow night?" I said, almost breathless. 

"Please," she said and was out of the car.

As she reached her front door I wound down my window and called, "I'll bet the coffee would have been very hot."

She giggled and called back, "But sweet and frothy." Then she was gone.

I drove home in a daze. The chance had clearly been there. But was that all that I wanted from her---a quick fling? I knew in my heart it certainly was not, and we were right to play it this way.

It took three more dinner dates, with warm passionate yet frustrating farewells, before we reached that special night.

We hadn't made any arrangement that this would be the right time, but I felt from the moment she came swaying down the steps from her front door, that there was a subtle difference. I feasted my eyes on her erotic movements in a pale green clinging dress. I had to warn myself not to read too much into what I was feeling. She kissed my cheek as she climbed into the car.

In the restaurant our eyes met more frequently that normal. Our hands touched across the table. We laughed more freely, not caring that heads turned. We were absorbed in each other. I found something erotic in watching her eat. Her lips parting to take a forkful of steak. The gentle movement of her jaw as she chewed. The sensuality of seeing her tongue flicking out along her lips to capture stray food.

As the waiter cleared our table he asked if we wanted coffee. She glanced at me and started to giggle before saying, "Not tonight, thank you." 

Driving her home, I felt her hand touch my thigh. "You'll make me drive into a tree," I warned her and she laughed.

As I applied the handbrake at her front door she leaned towards me, "What about that coffee?"

I looked at her. Her eyes were clouded, her lips moist.

"A good idea," I said, and got out of the car and opened the passenger door for her..

In the lift, going up to her floor we kissed with exaggerated coolness, hand in hand.

At the door of her flat, as she typed in numbers, she said, with a strange huskiness in her voice, "In films when a lady asks a man in for coffee--" She pushed the door open, "--they spend time slowly building up to---"

She didn't finish. Just pushed the door closed and came into my arms. I had been almost holding my breath with pent up passion, and as our lips met and our tongues meshed, I began pulling at the straps of her dress and felt her hands fumbling at my belt.

We stood there like wild animals, clawing at each other. Her dress fell on the floor. I managed to shrug out of my lightweight jacket, as she pushed my trousers down and clutched at my now rampant penis. But our hands didn't know where to settle. I unhooked her bra and reached for her breasts, but we were too tightly locked. So I gripped her wonderful tight buttocks, tracing the valley there before trying to squeeze my hand between us to feel the hot furry moistness between her legs. Then I gripped at her panties and frantically pulled them downwards.

She had run her hands up my back, inside my shirt, started to unbutton the shirt then suddenly switched back to my lower half, tugging at my boxer shorts. Almost in a weird dance, in unison, we wriggled our lower garments to the floor and my erection pressed against her belly.

Her hand squeezed between us to grab me, I automatically bent at the knees, she came up onto her toes wrapping one leg behind me. As she guided my penis between her legs, I straightened up and found myself instantly, magically, thrusting deep into her hot, wet, channel.




Second Time Around



Our lips had been fastened together during all this action, but as I entered her she threw her head back and choked out a long, "Aaaah", while I buried my mouth in the hollow of her neck, and savoured the odour of her, the shared ecstasy of her.

I thrust into her wildly, knowing I had intended something more tender. But she had lifted her other leg to wrap around me, her back against the door, so that she was impaled on my erection. And the noises that escaped her lips, as she nuzzled into my hair, told me that this was right, this was as it should be. 

Her inner walls gripped and pulled their own encouragement as I thrust with greater abandon Thrust on thrust. Gasping and groaning together. I knew it couldn't go on, my scrotum was raging and the pressure was building.

"Yes?" I groaned.

"Oh, God, yes."

Pushing her ever higher against the door I felt myself emptying inside her, tiptoeing to increase the lift. Her fingernails dug into my back and our lips found each other again, more gently, warmer, a submission for both of us.

As I began to slip from her she lowered her legs and together we slid to the floor still pressed, sweated, together.

Side by side, we caught our breath. "I only came for a coffee," I whispered

in her ear.

Her delighted laugh was broken by her breathlessness, " You deserve it."

"I thought--expected-- our first time would be slow and exploratory, " I said.

"It was a need, Chris. A need in both of us."

"And did it satisfy your need?" 

She smiled lasciviously, "I've never been pinned to a door before." She looked down my body, "Hard to believe my whole weight was suspended on that bent twig."

My penis lay limp across my thigh as we both laughed.

Then she clambered to her feet and stood naked above me, "I'll make the coffee. You can get a shower through there if you like. You can take your shirt off now." And we laughed again.

Unfazed by her nakedness she moved to a kitchen area, separated from a large sitting room by a right angled bar counter. Gazing at her swaying bare backside, I realised that I had hardly looked at the flat. As I moved towards the bathroom I could tell that this was very well appointed and expensive, with the white and pale blue furnishings being very feminine.

I showered thoroughly, knowing that this evening was not yet over. The very thought of what might lie ahead had my penis twitching again.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw that she had picked up our clothes and placed them neatly on a chair. She had put on a silken robe which was so fine that she may as well have remained naked. Yet the teasing suggestiveness of what I couldn't see or what I thought I saw was highly arousing.

She was standing at the bar sipping coffee from a mug and pushed a mug towards me, before glancing down and saying slyly, "I wasn't aware any of my towels had lumps in them. Better drink your coffee fast."

I did, while she went and showered.

When she reappeared she was still wearing the robe only it was tantalisingly open, and what struck me first was that only the part of her that wasn't tanned was the narrow strip of flesh that included her tawny pubic region.

"This way," she murmured seductively, and opened the door next to the bathroom. It was of course the bedroom. I moved extra quickly, caught up with her before she reached the bed, twirled her to face me and as I leaned in to kiss her, she smirked and said, "How did you know I wanted to borrow your towel?"

With a flourish she whipped the towel away and pressed herself against my hardness.

"And how did you know I was looking for a robe?" I asked, and it was too easy to just flick it from her shoulders to the floor.

We stood there, lost in a deep kiss. Both completely naked together for the first time. She smelled of lavender and maybe roses, or was that just a figment of my highly charged emotions?

The bed was one step away and we made the step together and tumbled sideways, to lie facing each other, but she pushed my shoulder to move me onto my back.

"There's something I must test," she said, and bending quickly she placed her lips around my pulsing erection. Nothing else. Just the silent 'O' of her lips, unmoving. After a few seconds she came up level with my face, a cheeky grin on her face. "Passed the test, Chris. You're much more resistant."

"Don't remind of that time. I was a schmuck."

"No, I had frustrated you for so long---and really I didn't know how to do it properly." She started to move her head downwards again, "I'm much better at it now."

I put my hand behind her head and drew her back, "Whoa, I've waited a long time to try a few things you might like."

She lay back, her hair spreading out over the cover, "Sounds interesting."

Part of my thinking was that, because of the situation, because I had been wanting her so much, because of the absolute allure of her body, I feared I might have another adolescent reaction. I needed to feel some measure of control.

We lay and kissed avidly for a few minutes, tongues searching beyond tongues, my inner cheeks tingling.

I kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her mouth again, down the side of her neck, where her tendons were taut. I stayed there for a while, moving my mouth up and down the length of her neck in a gnawing action, feeling, from the way she tilted her head to expose that region, that she was enjoying it.

Her finger nails raked up and down my back, and over my buttocks , where her hands opened and her palms performed small circular motions. Briefly her fingers explored down my cleft before teasingly retreating and then returning.

I gently stroked her breasts, as I kissed the smooth skin of those shoulders which had been flaunted in front of my eyes for days. My fingers circled the nipples and she gave a little gasp as rubbed over them.

"You're right, you know," I whispered.

"What?"

"You have got two. And they're superb."

With that, I allowed my head to move down so that my tongue could trace the rises and falls of her bosom. Up to each nipple and back down the other side, until finally, my mouth enclosed her right nipple, tonguing it vigorously, before beginning to suck at it gentle. 

I felt her body trembling and heard the sudden harshness of her breathing. Sensitive breasts? That was good to know. Some women have little stimulation in that area. So I continued. Linda's hands simply clung to me.

Eventually I moved my mouth down over her belly, while my hand traced and retraced the sensuous curve of her waist and hip. My tongue dwelt around her belly button, threatening to drift down but always resisting.

"Oh, Chris--"And her voice was breathless. "I'm not doing anything for you."

"You just mind your own business. Remember that line, 'I want to do something special for you'? Well this is my turn."

As I said this, I trailed my hand from her hip down across her pelvic bone and on to her upper thigh. My fingers spread to absorb that exquisite smoothness of her inner thigh. Is there any human part as smooth? Now my whole hand stroked from knee upwards to stop and return just before the feather light feel of pubic hair.

My mouth moved back to favour her breasts again, while, after gently savouring the insides of both thighs, I set my fingers tickling over her pubic mound, just occasionally allowing one finger to touch at the subtle cleft.

I raised my head momentarily from tonguing her nipples to look at her face.

Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, with short gasping breaths coming from them. Her eyes opened and looked up at me as one finger again sought the hidden valley.

"You're teasing," she murmured softly.

"Pleasing?"

"You know it is."

I returned my mouth briefly to the adoration of her breasts, while my fingers now moved more positively along the valley of her pouting labia, which quickly opened.

Immediately I probed through the moistness of her, hoping to detect that delicate clitoris. This could be tricky. Often it remained hooded and could so easily be missed and unbelievable gifts of pleasures lost. But I needn't have worried with Linda. Our earlier frantic contact had no doubt been stimulus enough for there is was, right under my finger, almost erect. I stroked over it gently, before increasing to fast short careful rubs and felt her whole body tremble and jerk.

Without further delay, I moved my mouth down over her belly and into the moist, soft hairs, running my tongue along the groove until it replaced my finger, which moved deeper to tease at her vaginal opening. My tongue licked and my lips sucked at her clitoris, and I delighted in hearing her gasps and grunt of pleasure.

She said something among the gasps, but all I detected were odd words, " --never---nobody---I've--this."

In tonguing her clitoris I had moved my body round and she took the opportunity to reach out for my erection. I could almost sense the eagerness in her fingers as she grasped it, stroked it gently and tried to draw it closer to her face. I tilted my body to facilitate her desires.

Inhaling her raw muskiness inflamed my senses. I spread my fingers so that

while two caressed her vaginal walls, my little finger tracked around the tightness of her anus. She shuddered, gasped, and ran her tongue along the full length of the underside of my penis. An action that had me freezing in my activities for a moment as I pondered whether I could follow my original intentions.

Her tongue licked greedily at my swollen penis head. Then suddenly she was enveloping me, sucking, licking and drawing my throbbing length to the back of her throat. Demonstrating the expertise she had gained since our teens.

Also demonstrating that I wasn't going to be as strong as I wanted to be. I could have happily lain back and let her have her way with me.

In return I moved my active fingers in and out of her twin passages, back and forth while my tongue and lips lavished greater attention to her clitoris.

Her mouth slackened on my penis as a choking cry came from the back of her throat. "Chris! Chris! Do it!"

My intention had been to bring her to orgasm with the administrations of my tongue and then enter her for a double thrill. As she heaved beneath me, and my erection felt like a bomb whose touch paper had been lit, I knew it wasn't going to be that way. I just wasn't that controlled.

Accordingly, I rolled myself round to be between her lifted thighs. She grabbed at my penis and directed it accurately to its target.

Entering her, I looked into her beautiful face, strained, sweated, ready to be kissed. Our kiss was warm, wet and passionate, and as I made two more thrusts into her grasping, clawing vagina, I knew for certain that we were both very close to climaxing. The kiss broke as Linda's head was flung back her mouth agape. 

I had one more sly teasing ploy to take us over the edge. I slowly retracted my erection as though I was done. I took the swollen pounding head all the was to her entrance.

"No! No! Oh, no, Chris!" Her eyes were wide, staring sightlessly into the ceiling. And it was at that moment I plunged all the way into her, my push matching her own pelvic thrust. It felt like my penis head was reaching into her womb and she was welcoming me, an open shaft, joyous to be giving, joyous to be taking. So I burst inside her, giving pulsing surges with each movement. Her hips raised high to meet and match my highpoint.

I was grunting like an angry bull, while Linda was half screeching, half laughing. A signal of the sheer joy of it for both of us.

As our passion eased I couldn't help feeling grateful. Grateful to Linda, naturally. Grateful to the gods for giving us a mutual orgasm. They had been rare in my life and I believed that, although it might be a goal for all lovers, was only an occasional success in most relationships.

"I'll never recover from that," Linda broke into my musing, as she snuggled into me. 

I held her close, "You did orgasm?" I surprised myself by using the formal term for the experience.

"What? Didn't you hear me?"

"All that shrieking, you mean?"

She laughed, "No, what I said."

I recalled the words that I couldn't decipher while my head was between her thighs. I told her.

"Well, first of all, no one has mouthed me down there. Ever. And this is honest, I've never hit a high like that."

I had to be honest also and admit, neither had I.

"Maybe we'd better hang on to each other this time, " I said.

And she agreed, "Practice makes perfect," she laughed.



Second Time Around



This feeling had excited her for some time. Since long before she was there waiting for him. Her man. She missed him. And all through the time she had been sitting waiting, she had this feeling. It intrigued her, and excited her, and added to the sense of anticipation and excitement that ran though her body, making all her nerves stand on edge, teased and aroused. 

She was feeling that there were eyes on her all the time. She was sitting at a small hotel on the patio, drinking a glass of the house chardonnay, and she was alone. Her hands trailed slowly, sensually across her cleavage, almost absent-mindedly. A drop of the cold water that had condensed on her glass fell and landed on her left breast, trickling down and into the valley between the two gorgeous orbs, as she drank briefly from the wine inside her glass. She was again mindful of the eyes on her.

Her hand dropped to her lap, casually. She squirmed imperceptibly, moving her seating position ever so slightly so that she was better able to squeeze her thighs and tease her clit with the effort. The thought pleased her, knowing that the eyes watching her would not know that secret... She'd been doing that ever since she could remember, using her muscles in her butt and legs to tease herself secretly to orgasm.

She sat now waiting for Jorge to appear at her table, as he had promised. They had agreed to meet today, when they were chatting on the instant messaging site. She was excited, because she hadn't seen him in some time. She smiled ever so secretively again as she felt a small twinge of pleasure ripple through her from her vagina. She was wet now, she could sense it. And she wanted so badly to run her fingers through her pussy and feel the wetness, sliding her fingers across the valley of pleasure, and then teasing her clit till she came.

"I hope that smile is about me?"

Jorge had arrived in her reverie. No wait, He's here now! OMG! I hope he can't really tell what I'm doing... no, surely not, I've successfully hidden that from many a man, AND my mother far too many times to get caught now, Alina thought.

Jorge reached down and kissed her lightly on the lips in greeting, his hand sliding down her arm, to the elbow, sending little pulses of electricity through Alina's body as he did. On the way back up the back of his fingers brushed ever so indiscernibly across her nipple under the loose fitting top she wore.

"I see you're already doing things without me," Jorge's smile was casual but distinct. "So, you WERE thinking of me when I walked up?" he said as he sat down next to her at the table.

"I must admit, the thought of you does have me very excited, Mr Sebastian, but sadly, no, this was not of your doing..." Alina said with a seductive smile crossing her full, gorgeous red lips. She bit the lower lip slightly, and erotically licked them.

"I see you haven't missed a trick since we last saw each other and you are still teasing me, you know, the whole way you do things does to me..." Jorge smiled.

They chatted some more, the waitress came and took their orders, the food came, they ate... all in a long languid afternoon of togetherness for the first time in a while for the two of them. Jorge laughing at all of Alina's little sayings and jokes, Alina giggling at every mistake that Jorge made when he spoke English. The ease that flowed between the two of them growing as the minutes passed...

Alina called for the bill and Jorge insisted that he should be allowed to and so he settled the bill, and the two of them left the café to walk along the promenade holding hands, and as they did, Alina leant into Jorge's arms and he wrapped his big arm around her shoulder and together they walked along. Slowly and together they meandered along the walk, heading in the direction of Alina and Jorge's home. Alina was still working the muscles in her legs, and it was now easier that they were walking to do, and she was now really intensely excited. She could feel how wet she was and almost smell that musky scent that she knew she was giving off.

Alina unlocked the gate at their apartment block, and taking Jorge's hand pulled him inside. She had been very warm and had chatted away all through the walk home so that Jorge did not sense her excitement. Jorge sensed her nervous chatter was a way for her to cover her anticipation and exhilaration at seeing him again.

She unlocked the security door to the building and they entered, crossed the lobby and walked up the two flights of stairs to the apartment. At the door, she turned to Jorge and kissed him, reaching up the few inches he stood over her, and wrapping her arms around his neck. Their lips wrestled and their tongues snaked around each other as they kissed. Alina stepped back towards her door, and pulled Jorge inside... he was not going to resist, and he stepped with her through the door into their home.

He kicked the door closed and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeper and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Alina responded by thrusting her hips out at his groin and she clearly felt his hard and proud cock inside his trousers, the bulge was as huge as she remembered from last time. Alina slipped her hand down and felt his cock through the cloth of his pants, Jorge stepped into her hand and gave her his cock. His hands went to the buttons of her blouse and in three or four easy moves her blouse was on the floor next to them. His hands never stopped and soon her bra was on the shirt. He squeezed her breasts in his hands and Alina's head fell back as she really enjoyed the sensation of having Jorge's rough hands tweaking and pinching her nipples.

She squeezed his cock through the cloth again and then she began to loosen his belt, and the trousers, and as soon as they were loose, she dropped them to the floor around his ankles. Jorge, worked his shoes off with his feet, and stepped out of them and his pants. He reached down and removed his socks, and stood there in his shirt proudly, with her hand wrapped around his cock, in her foyer.

Alina reached around and dropped the zipper on her shirt and it joined the rest of her clothing and Jorge's pants on the floor. And she stood there, completely naked. Her tits stood out proudly and naturally round, her nipples standing out arrogantly almost feeling for Jorge's hands... and her wetness between her legs was now visible for Jorge to see if he had had a mind to do so...

His hands were busy however at her tits, teasing and pinching the nipples to an even harder state. She pushed her hips forward towards his cock and his pelvis as she clung to his shoulders, kissing him and now his hands found their way to her back and her butt, easing the fingers between her cheeks, sliding in the wetness that she had managed to create and the subsequent kissing had produced... 

Jorge pulled her closer and using his longer reach lifted one of Alina's legs, and she wrapped it around his hip, giving his big cock access to her wet pussy. The kissing continued, and Jorge used his hands to lift Alina a little, pulling her closer and sliding his cock between her legs. His cock-head slid up and down the valley between her pussy lips and got her more wet, as well as making himself moist and ready to penetrate her pussy.

Alina was now so excited she was moaning and mewing into Jorge's neck and mouth as they kissed and he leaned back against the wall, pulling her onto his cock. She gasped as he entered her, filling her completely, and causing her to breathe in excitedly. 

"Oh, Jorge!" Alina gasped.

"Yes, Caro, are you having fun?" 

"Fun? You're so big! And this is so fucking incredible!" said Alina. "This is more than just fun, baby! I just so love having you so deep inside me."

Jorge thrust his hips forward and pulled them back and began to stroke himself in and out of her, as he held her up, and Alina locked her ankles around his hips, holding herself up, and allowing him to fill her completely. She locked her arms around his neck, kissing him again and again, and crushing his lips with her mouth. They started to topple over and Jorge carried her, keeping himself inside her, walking her to the couch and together they flopped onto the day bed section, Jorge underneath so as not to crush her as they fell.

Alina sat up, and resting on her knees, she rode Jorge like a cowgirl, thrusting him deep inside her pussy and she gasped and groaned as she bounced on and off of him, her clitoris being ground between them, stimulating her senses and driving her higher and higher to eventually fall over the edge as she began to cum.

"Oooh! AAAH! Ooooh! God, that is so good, Jorgeeee! God!! I'm cumming!!!!"

And as she said it so her body began to twitch and jerk as she rode Jorge to his own orgasm to match hers... and he bucked and rocked as he came, shooting hot jets of cum deep into Alina's pussy and as he filled her with his juices, they rocked and moulded themselves, each one to the other, from top to bottom. Feet playing, legs locking, hips joined and still twitching, slightly, tits and chest wet from sweat, sticking together, arms wrapping around and entwined... lips locked as they still slowly sucked and kissed each other.

Alina closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring the aroma of their sex, Jorge's body and her musk. And she was contented. She napped briefly. Jorge snored, momentarily.

~

Alina snapped awake. She was still wrapped in Jorge's arms, on their couch. She rolled gently off him, stood up and padded naked through to the bathroom and to the shower, she contemplated turning the shower on, looked over at the large tub and then decided to run a bath with oils and fragrances. She poured bath salt into the tub, then added bubble bath and turned on the water mixer, adjusted the temperature to a decent heat and walked back out to the sitting room where they had been sleeping. 

"Jorge... baby..." Alina called quietly to him. "I'm running us a nice bath. Come through to the bathroom, baby."

"Oh that sounds amazing, Caro, let's get ourselves to that steamy room and get wet..., well wetter than you were just now..." he winked, and smiled.

"Oh, you are so wickedly sexy." Alina pulled him up by the arm, and they quickly strode through to the bathroom, where by now the foam was rising in the tub, and the water was steaming up the glass surfaces in the room. As they were both already completely naked, Jorge still could not understand or fathom what happened to his shirt but he too was naked, they could get straight into the bath.

They both gingerly stepped over the side of the huge oval tub, and Alina turned off the mixer, and as they settled into the water, the foam rose over her full titties and they sat looking at each other over the foam. Jorge's hands reached out and pulled her closer, one hand moved to her breast and the other sought out her leg, reaching and holding her to him, then lifting her to rest on top of his thigh, and Alina raised her leg a little, giving his hand access to her pussy again, for the second time tonight... and he obliged. His hand slipped in between her legs, touching and teasing her pussy and slipping inside her easily.

The slipperiness the oils that Alina had put in the water created for them, helped make it easy and playful as well, as they slipped and fondled each other in the warm watery environment. The fragrances of the salts and oils were a heady fusion of Lavender and Eucalyptus, and they rolled around in the water, kissing, fondling and teasing each other.

Alina put both hands on Jorge's cock and squeezed it gently, then began to rub it to the full length it would extend to, then she moved herself down lower and put her head down and took him into her mouth as best as she could. God, but you're so big!..., she thought. And I love sucking you like this... face in the water and oily, soapy, foamy water, at that... but I love it.

She dribbled a little water as she looked up at Jorge, smiling as she sucked him deep into her mouth, and then letting him slowly slide out. He smiled back at her, and then closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations Alina was giving him. He felt the pressure building and growing inside his balls and then the rush and tickle as his orgasm grew and grew, then burst forth with him thrusting his hips up and out of the water.

Alina rode him up as he was cumming, she felt the growth in his cock as he came, and she swallowed as best she could, some of the cum, running out of her mouth and into the water and foam. She washed her face off in the water, and she saw Jorge looking at her with a look in his eye. He grabbed her gently, lifting her out of the water and putting her up on the side of the tub, and lifting her knees over his shoulders her settled in between her legs and sank into her clean pussy. 

"I think it is your turn now, baby..." He said, seductively.

His dark head sank into her pussy, and she felt his rough tongue ride up the lips of her pussy, sending jolts though her and wishing that her would do it again. With his tongue he reached her clitoris and with one hand wrapped around her thigh her reached in and tweaked it with his thumb as well, and as he did that accomplished he let his tongue stroke and lick her pussy lips from back to front.

Alina writhed and groaned, "Oh, baby, that's so good, I want you to lick me till I cum... please." 

Jorge reached in from below with his other hand and inserted a finger and then two fingers inside Alina so that tongue, thumb and two fingers were manipulating her and working her pussy till the juices began running out of her. She was so excited she was grabbing her titties in her hands and squeezing them together, pinching the nipples and making them hard as pencil erasers on the tips, licking them and rubbing them to get as much sensation as she could to add to the pleasure and wonder that Jorge was creating for her in between her legs.

Alina came in a gush of her juices, as she reached orgasm and showered Jorge with her wetness, her sweet and musky wetness. He sat up, pulled her into the water and kissed her with an open mouth so that she tasted herself. And she kissed him again and again.

"Thanks you, my sweet Iberian Prince." Alina said, purring in his neck.

"That was the best welcome home present I could ever have imagined." Jorge said, hugging Alina close, "You are an angel, my baby. And absolute angel sent to please me... and you have succeeded."