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Five Years

By: Pallaton



(This is the continuation of Robert. However I think you could read this as a stand-alone if you wanted. I hope you enjoy it. It's a little short but it's something ;3

~Tae Pallaton )

*

Five years. It had been five years since they became a couple. Five wonderful, incredible years...It was only too bad that they had three days left. Jared was getting married. He had to, no matter how much he didn't want to. It was arranged, of course, by his father and her father. They wanted to join their companies together, and what better way to do that then create a family tie? 

Jared thought she was nice, at least. There are worse people he could be engaged to. However, Elizabeth was not his type. Sure she had wonderful curves, plump breasts and a cute face—any man would want her—but she wasn't what he wanted. He wanted Mike. 

They dated secretly for five wonderful years only to have that taken away from them. It hurt Jared more than anything. Elizabeth saw the sadness in Jared's behaviour and she knew why. 

"I knew you two were together." She had said one day. "It's been obvious to me since I met you, last year. Every time you mentioned that you were going to Mike's you would get this look on your face. Like you were going to your happy place and whenever you came back to me you looked like someone of yours passed away. It hurt, to be honest..." 

Jared sat on the leather couch and looked at his untouched glass of red wine. He didn't want to have this discussion with his fiancée. He didn't want to have the discussion at all. He didn't want the marriage. He didn't want to leave his boyfriend. He didn't want any of that.

"And I let you be because I would hate to be the reason for your sadness. But Jared, you do realize that once we get married our parents will expect a child sooner rather than later." She placed her slender hand on his shoulder. He was a built man, not to any extremes but he took care of himself. His muscles bulged as he shrugged her hand off. 

"I won't stop you from seeing him as long as you promise that I can see others too. But you have to prepare for our families to complain about the lack of children. Then you will have to have sex with me."

Jared stood up and pulled his suit jacket on. Just before he left their house Elizabeth stopped him. 

"Invite him to our wedding. And make sure you say hi to him for me." She said quietly. "I don't hate him, and I don't hate you. I hate our situation. Please understand that if I could change it I would."

"Thank you," Jared whispered before he left the house to his Mercedes.

*

The one of the things that Jared loved about Mike was how sweet he was. He was a kind man and he could always find a way to make Jared happy. He also loved how Mike smelt. He rarely wore cologne, there was no point considering he worked in a garage, but he always came home smelling powerful and oh so masculine. 

Sure it was his dominance that originally drew Jared to him, but overall Mike was just...Perfect. He had his flaws, like any other person, but they were things that Jared over looked. They were so miniscule to what Mike was that they didn't matter.

It hurt them both that Jared was getting married. Mike was openly gay, and everyone he came into contact with didn't care. Mike was a well-liked guy and everyone wanted to be around him. He was the life of the party and the last word. He was loved by everyone.

But with Jared it was a different story. "A gay businessman is a joke! Who would buy from a gay man? Fags are the worst; they always fight for what they want and nothing else! What about Straight Pride?!" There was no way he could come out to his family and friends. He would be ridiculed and out of a job. He wanted to be out, but he wouldn't last very long without a job. And the family business was all he knew.

Sure he went to school for business and sure he did a great job at what he did. But with his family's business he was already second from the top. He was already there. It would take forever to get where he was at another job. Jared was used to the luxury in his life and he was reluctant to leave it.

Jared knocked on Mike's door and waited patiently for his lover to answer. He tried not to cry, but it was hard for him to do. Yet, still, he stood tall and looked at the red door and remained calm as he waited. The fall air was nipping at his nose and he knew that winter would be around any moment. He feared for it. It was always too cold for him, and he wouldn't have Mike around to keep him warm all the time. 

The door opened to the small house that Mike owned and there stood his angel, the light to his darkest days. His honey brown hair was spiked, but naturally, without any jell in his hair. His greens eyes went from pleased to concern in a matter of seconds. Jared knew that this was his home. It was the place that he was most wanted. 

"Babe..." Mike said pulling Jared into his arms and into his house. Mike's house was smaller than the one that he and Elizabeth 'owned' together. But it was nicer...homier even. He felt comfortable to be himself there. 

Mike rushed Jared to his old couch and they sat quietly while Jared tried to think. He wasn't sure what to say in what order. This was hard for him to do. Four years of University was easier than that moment. 

"Do you want some water?" Mike asked as he started to stand. Jared pulled him down and closer to his body. "I guess not..." He whispered. 

"She says hi."

"Well that's nice of her," Mike said. There was a smile in his voice but it sounded like it was put on.

"She says that you can come to the wedding." 

"I would love to come to your wedding." Mike's hands were rubbing Jared's quivering back. He could no longer hold the tears back. 

"I don't want to marry her." 

Mike pulled Jared down with him as he lied on his back. He placed Jared head on his chest and kept rubbing his lovers back. It was enough to get the man breathing again. 

"I don't want you to marry her either." 

"Maybe I shouldn't marry her..." Jared looked into his lovers eyes. "Would you take me in?" 

"Of course I would. But what would you do as a job?"

Jared shrugged. 

"I have enough money in my account right now that we would be comfortable for a while. Enough in my savings for a bit longer. While I search for a job we wouldn't be hurting or anything. At least for a few years. But I would find one in no time...right?" 

"Of course, Baby." Mike kissed Jared's head.

"Maybe I will run away with you. She doesn't know where you live. I could run away here and no one would find me."

"Your car has a GPS system. They would find us eventually." Mike sighed. Jared looked at the gray carpet and his eyes started to water. Mike no longer seemed as interested as he once was. They used to come up with plans on how to run away. They were usually extravagant and nearly impossible unless you were James Bond. But they always lightened the mood. Mike no longer did that.

"Do you still love me?" There was no answer. That scared Jared...a lot. "Mike?" He sat up and looked at him. His eyes were red, so was his face. Something was wrong...He was lying. Or at least trying not to lie. "Michael?" 

"...I thought I wasn't going to see you again..."

*

It was raining when he drove away. He was mad...And he was sad. He was betrayed not only by his family but by the man he loved the most. Five years! They were together for five years and Mike...Mike hurt him. 

Tears were streaming down his face. He knew that he should pull over if he was going to cry, but that didn't matter. At that point he wouldn't care if he died. He felt dead inside already. He didn't want to live the rest of his life in such a sad manner. He didn't love Elizabeth and he no longer had a boyfriend to lean on. He was no longer happy.

There was a crash of thunder and lightning lit the night sky. Rain started to pour. Jared cried some more. BOOM! Lightning filled the sky again, this time giving enough light for Jared to see a cat running across the road. He swerved out of the way but crashed into a tree. 

The last thing he remembered was his car alarm going off.

*

He could hear someone walking with what sounded like a cane. It wasn't slow moving so he figured that it wasn't an elder. It sounded more like someone who was in an accident and needed the cane more for balance than anything. He could also hear the steady beeping of something in the background. He found it oddly calming.

He slowly started to open his eyes to see a stranger. He looked gruff but kind. He had the beginnings of a blond beard. His eyes were a pale blue and his skin even more pale. He looked like he had been up for hours without getting any rest. He almost looked frightened. 

"Where am I?" Jared asked, trying to sit up. He noticed he had a paper bracelet around his left wrist. It had his name and date of birth on it.

"You're at the hospital. You were in a crash right in front of my house. Do you remember?"

"I remember my car alarm going off...But that's it," Jared said. Jared sat up in the hospital bed and looked around. It was like the typical hospital room with three other men in it. "And a cat." 

The blond man nodded and frowned. He took a pink chair from the wall and pushed it over to Jared's bed. He sat down and sighed. 

"Was the cat white?" He asked. He was taking a keen interest in the cat and it made Jared chuckle a bit. 

"I think so..."

"I am sorry," the man said, "That was my cat."

Jared laughed at the irony of the situation. The reason why he crashed was because of his cat, and he was the one to bring Jared to the hospital. He gave Jared a confused look, but smiled after a few seconds. 

"You've been here for a few hours. The doctor said that you were fine for the most part. You have some bruises and scratches but nothing major. I guess you were lucky it was a minor crash. You didn't seem to be going too fast. And you hit the passenger side of the car." The man informed him. 

"I see. Is the cat okay?" Jared asked. 

"Yes, Frankie is fine. Oh, that reminds me," the man said, "The nurses told me to get them once you woke up. I'll be back."

"Oh no, you don't, Mr. Stag. You sit back down because a nurse is already here." An older woman in pink scrubs walked into the room and smiled pleasantly at Jared. "I can tell that leg is bothering you today. Just relax for a bit."

The nurse checked my vitals and nodded as she walked to the end of the bed. 

"I think that you will be fine, hun. You can go home now if you want. Or you can stay until tomorrow, if you'd like. Please come back if you feel; dizzy, suddenly worried, or uncontrollable shaking. But I think you'll be fine. Mr. Stag, are you taking him home with you?" She asked nicely. She seemed to know the blond man with the cane.

"We don't really know each other, Catherin. But I have a spare room in my house if he needs one. His car is kind of a mess, so I don't think he can drive home tonight." He laughed like the car crash was just a joke. "My name Colton Stag." He stuck his right hand out to Jared and smiled. 

It was charming. If he was a few years younger Jared could see Colton with flocks of young girls behind him. He was probably a heartbreaker as a teen. Even as an older man Jared suspected that he was heartbreaker. The women in his workplace probably daze in his presence but he had a wife—if the gold band on his left hand meant anything to him. 

"My name is Jared Sinclair," Jared took Colton's hand and gave it a firm shake. "Thank you for everything." 

*

Colton's house was two floors of similar rooms. There was one and a half bathrooms. Two bedrooms, one upstairs and one downstairs, and Colton said something about a weight room also being on the top floor. The main floor had the half bathroom, kitchen, living and dining room. 

The house on the outside was gray brick, but on the inside was painted in tans and browns. It was a very pleasant house to walk into. It was clean but it looked lived in. It was like Mike's house and Elizabeth's house put together. An overall nice mixture. 

"I usually sleep upstairs but when my leg gives me trouble I sleep down here. It gets hard for me to climb the stairs when it acts up." Colton said when he flipped the light on to the spare room. The bed was unmade and messy. 

"I'm sorry. I woke you up, didn't I?" Jared asked. He looked at his feet embarrassed for all the trouble he gave this perfect stranger. He shifted his weight and moved the cane to get Jared's attention.

"Don't worry about it. I've been in a crash too. I know what it's like." He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "It's not easy, but you'll be fine. At least you won't have to go through physiotherapy."

"I'm sorry...Was yours a cat too?" Jared joked. Colton seemed to have suddenly changed moods—giving off more of a depressed aura.

"No, it was a transport truck." He moved back into the living room. "If you can handle it the couch is yours, unless you want to sleep in my bed upstairs."

Jared had no words to describe how he felt. He was honestly shocked that someone made it out of a crash with a transport truck. But he was also shocked by how much Colton's mood changed. He suddenly seemed very distant and cold. 

"Are you okay?" Jared whispered. 

"Pardon?" Colton asked when he turned back and looked at Jared. Jared wasn't sure if he heard him or not but he certainly didn't repeat it. It was bad enough he said it once. 

"Hm? The couch is fine with me. Thank you for all your help. I should be out of your way tomorrow." Jared said as his host walked back into the spare room. Colton brought back with him a large red blanket and a pillow. 

"Here you go," Colton said as he placed them on the leather sofa. "I'll see you in the morning then."

*

Colton had nightmares that night. He could hear the sound of the metal crunch together as the truck smashed into him. He remembered the pain of the glass cutting into his skin. He remembered what it felt like to have the car crush his left side, breaking his leg and shattering some bones. He remembered the glass and the asphalt cutting into his face as the car rolled.

He could hear the rain pouring down on the city. He could hear his body breaking. He could hear the trucker screaming into his phone for help. He remembered looking into the grey clouds asking for forgiveness.

He remembered the pain. The tears. The regrets. He couldn't take any of it any longer. The pain was too much. The memories were too much.

He gasped, searching for air as he woke up. He clutched at his stomach and pushed his nightshirt out of the way. The scar was faded but still uneven to the touch. Colton cringed as he lightly stroked the healed cut.

He remembered what happened that day. And each day since that accident he had tried to redeem himself. But it was an act easier said rather than done.

He touched the gold wedding band. 

"I'm sorry," He whispered.

Five Years



"Hello, Maya. It's been a long time."

It had been five years since I had said a word to her, since that terrible, awful day when she walked out of my life, our marriage. Five years of pretending to forget her, trying like hell to.

"Are you surprised to see me here? Probably not as surprised as I was when you left me."

Even as the words left my mouth, I knew I was lying. I had known it was coming. Hindsight 20/20 and all that, the signs had been there. She had been distancing herself, withdrawing from me. I had been so busy with work in those months, setting up my new firm, burning the candle. Still, I should have noticed that she wasn't acting her old self. 

"I don't want to hear your excuses. It just happened. Bullshit. Maybe, if you had come to me, we could have prevented it."

Who knows if that was true or not? Would I have listened to her? Really listened to her concerns and taken them seriously? I was so busy then, and frankly have never been a great listener. If she had come to me right away, would I have gotten us in to see a professional? Given the way I am, or was, almost certainly not. I would have given her lip-service reassurance, I suppose. Tried to explain away her concerns: we're going through a change; new house, new baby, new city new business for me, and new career as a mommy for you. Still, she didn't let me in until it was too late by far.

I didn't want to listen to her reasons.

I know she had to have felt lonely, vulnerable, alone. Still, it was no excuse; she should have talked to me, rather than kept it inside like that. I never would have expected her to go to another with her problems, fears and concerns, and phase me out. But she did.

"You should have come to me. You shouldn't have turned to him, at least I wouldn't have been so blindsided."

I hated that she went to him behind my back. I never knew I had competition to be her confidante; she let him know about herself while deceiving me, for months.

"You didn't want to be a bother to me? Your husband!?! How'd that work out for you? For me? For us?"

That outburst was probably over-the-top; she had admitted her mistake before she left me admitted that she had been wrong to go to another, to never give me a chance. Still, I had been numb then, this was the first time I had vented my anger at her since she left me and Bridgit, our daughter. It was a long time coming.

"And you left Bridgit, too, you know. You left me devastated, Bridgit confused and without a mother, and with a father who could hardly care for himself, let alone a two-year old little girl. How could you do it? Off to a better place for you, paradise in your future, nothing but pain for us...."

It wasn't fair to lay that on her. What was done was done at that point; there would be no more marriage for us, one way or the other. She was out the door, and I was alone. At least she left me Bridgit. That must have been hard, abandoning a little girl that I know she loved. She seemed such a burden to me at first; but truly, Bridgit had been my rock. Without her, I don't know that I would have made it.

"I loved you so much, you know. After you left....I questioned everything about myself. What could I have done better to have prevented you from leaving me? I realized all the ways I had failed to love you like I should have, and I tortured myself with my failings for a long time."

I had, too. In the end, I accepted that I hadn't been the husband I should have been. I had loved her, but that isn't enough. Eventually, though, I had to give up the second-guessing and self-blame, or I would have gone mad. 

"I hated you for a while, convinced myself that you never loved me, that you were on your way out the door from the very beginning. I thought that might help, but it didn't. I had to face the fact that you did love me, but that love wasn't enough to keep you. What a sad, helpless thought that is. Forces out of my control ripped us apart, despite our loving each other. That was a blow to my ego."

I heard a high-pitched chirping some ways off, turned, and saw little Bridgit running around Sandra, my fiancée, some ways off.

"There she is, Maya. Our little Bridgit. She's still a little copy of you, except with my red hair, but then you know that, don't you?"

Terrible as it was, Bridgit had spent no time with Maya since she left us. But, she saw pictures, and I told stories, and explained as best I could that her mother loved her, but was far away and could not see her. 

"Even when I hated you, even when I couldn't bear to think about you, I always told Bridgit about you, always showed her your pictures, and old family videos. I always had her pray to God for you every night. I couldn't bring myself to poison her memories of you. She deserved good memories of her Mommy."

I know that made Maya feel better. As much as it had pained me at times, doing that made me feel better about myself, too.

"You know I've found someone else, too, of course. My fiancée, Sandra, loves Bridgit, and Bridgit loves her. Sandra is a kind woman, a loving woman."

I turned and looked at the slowly advancing pair of ladies in my life, and could feel, rather than see, the raised eyebrow from Maya. 

"No, the passion between us isn't quite like it was between you and I Maya. Probably, you will only get a love that hot once in a lifetime, if you're lucky." I turned back to Maya. "But, I do love her, and she loves me. And she can be the mother to Bridgit, and the wife to me that you could never be."

I looked around at the sky, the trees, the lake; it truly was a beautiful place. "I just wanted to let you know, Maya, that I forgive you. I forgive you for leaving me, for keeping me in the dark. For leaving Bridgit, and all the tears that flowed from that. The simple truth is that these things happen, and trying to find a reason is like chasing shadows. Sometimes things just happen, and there is no 'why.' I'm sorry I've kept Bridgit from you for so long. I'll change that. You know, it's funny, but Sandra is the one who insisted that I come here and talk to you, that I bring Bridgit. She convinced me, after a lot of painful conversations, that I had to forgive you. She wouldn't marry me otherwise."

Sandra and Bridgit were closer now, peering into the lake at the little fish splashing around in the shallows. Sandra caught my eye, and I nodded.

"I'll bring them over now, introduce you proper. Before I do, I just want to let you know, too, Maya....I've never stopped loving you, even when I hated you, even when I cursed God for ever letting us meet. And, I'll never stop loving you. But, I'm moving on, at long last, I'm moving on. I sincerely wish you everlasting happiness, babes. I do."

"Daddy! Is this her? Is this MOMMY?!?" Bridgit shrieked as she came running up to me.

"Yes, baby-girl, it is. Do you have something for her?"

Eyes wide, suddenly shy; my daughter wrapped her arm around my thighs then.

"Go ahead, Bridgit. Do what you came here to do."

She took a couple of slow, deliberate steps forward, and then carefully placed the flowers against the headstone. "Hi, Mommy. I love you. I miss you. I brought these for you." 

I felt an arm slip around my waist, hips and breast push up against me. "I'm so proud of you, Jake," Sandra whispered.

"I should have done this a long time ago." I murmured. 

"Shhhhhh.....you've done it now, and that's all that matters. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

God, I loved this woman.

"Daddy, why are you crying?"

Picking my daughter up, I hugged both my girls tightly. 

"I just love you both so much, baby."

Turning to leave, I stole a glance back at Maya's gravestone. "MAYA LOUISE FAIRCHILD; b. 1/20/81, d. 1/9/09." It had been five years.



Five Years



Five years since her last attempt. Five years since she wrote that letter confessing the feelings she'd hidden for three years. Five years since their first trembling kiss. Five years since their bodies had pressed against each other, bereft of clothing. Five years since she'd left her.

And now she was coming here.

Jenny arranged the pizza plate and brushed down her clothes. It was going to be fine. It was just a simple get-together. A catch up. No reason to stress.

The doorbell rang. She padded across the floor and opened the door, leading the grown woman to their dinner.

She kicked herself mentally when she realized her underwear didn't match her bra. Too late. Simple catch up. That was all. Stop stressing.

The pair ate the pizza quietly, the big empty house swallowing up their feeble attempts at small-talk. She was at university, she was still a music nerd, she didn't drink much. All what she had expected.

Pizza finished, they moved to the television and stared at it blankly. The air was so tense. How to break the tension?

Jenny poked the woman gently, getting used to entering her personal space. The woman leant her head against her shoulder. Jenny relaxed as it all came back to her. Few words and awkward silences because the woman spoke with body language.

Jenny stopped worrying and halted her internal ramblings. All she needed was to feel.

She stroked the woman's hair, enjoying the silkiness and the memory of schooldays spent patting the girl's dark locks. Long hair cut short, short hair left to grow wild, now finally tamed in a compromise; sheared at the back and long at the front. A waterfall of black hair lightened by a gentle henna fell over the right side of her face.

Jenny admired the face that lifted to the ceiling as she caressed the mind-numbing spot under the woman's skull.

God she was beautiful. Her mouth still had the same plump lips, a delicate shade of pink that grew red as she grew more excited. Her skin was the flawless white of a china doll. Her eyes were a deep golden brown that forever looked up at her, innocent, coy, pleading. Until they looked down.

When those eyes were looking down at her she couldn't control herself. The long black lashes and those dark lust-filled eyes sent her over the edge every time in her dreams.

And now she was here. Her. Here, in her big empty house of her own volition.

The seventeen-year-old inside couldn't believe it.

The woman turned and looked at her with the half-lidded gaze she always developed after a head massage. But this time instead of going to sleep, she leant forward and kissed her.

The seventeen-year-old squealed.

Evelyn, her Evelyn, was kissing her. The girl she had trodden on eggshells around while she desperately tried to get a kiss or more was willingly pressing herself against her. Fuck yes.

Jenny slid her arms around Evelyn's waist and shivered at the silkiness of her skin. The woman slid her plump lips across Jenny's, gentle and teasing. Her tongue darted out to meet hers and the pair engaged in the cut and thrust of tongue-dueling.

Jenny felt the nerves in her lips spring to life and cheer with each movement from those swollen lips. Evelyn's tasted so sweet she could hardly stop herself from devouring her.

Evelyn slid her hands into her hair. Jenny felt the crackle of electricity with each movement of those skilled fingers and moaned, digging her own fingers into the woman's flesh and gripping her waist. Evelyn keened and bucked her hips.

Inspired, Jenny pulled the woman onto her lap, encouraging her to straddle her slightly larger frame.

Evelyn took the opportunity to slide a hand under her shirt and stroke her stomach. As Jenny leant into the touch the woman slid her other hand around to her back, scratching up and down her spine. Jenny's body jerked and shuddered with each touch, eyes closed as both hands forced her towards the intoxicating woman.

Evelyn plunged her tongue deep into her mouth. Jenny bit her lip and growled, her hands mimicking the woman's actions.

Evelyn pushed Jenny's bra up and rolled one nipple between her fingers. Jenny slid under the woman's fabric bra and cupped the small breast in one hand, momentarily proud of her own cup size. They were both small in frame but she had the advantage for stature and cup size.

Evelyn however had the advantage for experience. She pinched the nipple and Jenny's head flung back, colliding with the couch. She giggled nervously and pushed the hands away while she recovered from the sharp spike of pain. The pair took the opportunity to remove their top layers of clothing.

Bare from the waist up, Evelyn pressed against Jenny once more, warm skin against skin. Their breasts squashed together, creating four tasty-looking orbs of flesh. Evelyn pulled back and ducked her head to suck at Jenny's right breast while her other hand administered to the left.

Her mouth was so soft and wet. Jenny leant into her, trying to feel every inch of that delicious mouth.

Determined to gain the upper hand, she bent over and sucked at the exposed flesh of Evelyn's neck. When there was no response she sucked harder and bit.

Evelyn moaned loudly and ground against her. Jenny grinned. She'd found a button and she was going to press it.

She gripped the woman's ribs and squeezed. Evelyn's head flung back and she cried out, the sound echoing off the walls. She panted, her lips were bright red and her cheeks flushed. When Evelyn looked down at Jenny through those dark lust-filled eyes she had to struggle to contain the shudder that travelled the length of her body and centred at her groin.

Jenny leant forward and bit her breast while she continued to squeeze her way down the side of her body, much to Evelyn's delight. When she reached the waistband she tried to slip a hand inside but Evelyn stopped her.

"I can't... tonight."

Jenny looked up, confused.

"It's that time."

Well fuck.

Jenny leant back against the couch. The seventeen-year-old screamed bloody murder.

"I can do other stuff." Evelyn consented, managing to look beautiful even after delivering such disheartening news.

"You can do me." Jenny's roommate sauntered into the room and dropped his bag.

Jenny glanced over. "Evelyn, you remember Clark?"

She nodded, not bothering to cover up her bare chest. She'd made out with Clark in public while her boyfriend watched before. She had no qualms with him seeing her indecent in private.

"It's that time of the month." Jenny clarified, partially for Clark's sake and partially to vent years-old disappointment.

He smiled his crooked smile. The one that, while adorable, never failed to remind her that he was always calculating inside his head.

"We can work with that." He leant over Jenny and took advantage of Evelyn's open mouth, sliding a tongue inside as he kneaded a hand into her hair. The man was a miracle-worker when it came to massages. Within seconds Evelyn was almost comatose with pleasure.

"Move aside." He motioned as he walked around to the front of the couch. Jenny slid to the left as he settled on the right, Evelyn comfortably sandwiched between them.

Clark had dark skin that made Evelyn glow white in comparison, despite areas that were already flushed pink from attention. Following his directions Jenny paid those areas even more attention, placing her mouth on the woman's breasts and biting hard. Evelyn arched and keened, much to Jenny's surprise. She bit harder and managed to extract a moan. Clark's spare hand worked Evelyn's free breast and the pair managed to get some quite interesting noises out of that gorgeous mouth.

Jenny rose to claim that mouth for her own, sucking and biting the luscious lips. Clark's hand crept from the breast to her back and scratched white hot trails of pleasure down her spine. She arched into Evelyn and kissed her harder, her hands squeezing her free breasts.

"We should probably take this upstairs." Clark suggested. "And I need a drink."

Jenny disentangled herself and ran to fetch some water for the parched group. When she returned she had to hold the stair banisters for support.

Evelyn was rolling her hips, grinding against Clark's no-doubt swollen cock as they pair passionately kissed, his hands gripping her waist and eliciting desperate moans.

Jenny downed the water and left to collect more fluid and more importantly to collect herself. Her knees felt weak and her groin was on fire. She thought having things done to you was the best sensation she could ever achieve but watching Evelyn move like that was almost enough to make her come on the spot.

Somewhat calmer Jenny returned once more and managed to deliver the water without collapsing, but couldn't take her eyes off Evelyn's swollen red lips.

Jenny raced upstairs, fresh energy coursing through her body as her excitement grew. Evelyn and Clark followed at a leisurely pace.

Inside the bedroom Clark collected his cigarettes and instructed them to get warm under the blanket while he stepped out for a quick one on the balcony.

Jenny snuggled under the thin blanket with Evelyn, wrapping her in a warm embrace. The pace and her heart rate slowed as they returned to soft, gentle kissing, mouths caressing each other and sending sparks of electricity through the areas where their skin touched. This was what she remembered. Soft, slow, loving caresses that would build the tension inside her to the point that she was desperate to explode. But the release never came.

The seventeen-year-old inside whimpered.

Evelyn slid a hand between her legs and pressed one of her more obvious buttons.

The seventeen-year-old cheered.

Jenny froze in shock as the hand moved in rapid jerking motions, far more skilled than the girl she'd doted upon five years ago. She panted, the pressure dissipating but the pleasure rising at the firm touch.

She gasped as another warm body slid into bed behind her and a second hand joined the first, guiding it to a spot she didn't even know she had.

Evelyn pressed her pubic wall as Clark slid a finger inside her and Jenny jerked, unable to buck. She was pinned between two hot bodies pressing ever closer and pushing harder than she would ever dare. It was maddening but at the same time absolutely amazingly intense.

She bit Evelyn's shoulder and mewled, thrusting back against Clark's hardening cock. He removed his hand and shifted Evelyn's away from where she had been intently creating a bruise Jenny would never forget.

Unexpectedly, his other hand slid into her from behind. She cried out from surprise and pleasure as she came, thrusting back against his thick fingers.

Evelyn was smiling, dragging her into a kiss. Jenny went with it, momentarily spent. She lay flat against the pillows as the woman dropped down to nip her stomach. Jenny was embarrassed briefly at the reminder of her imperfect gut beside the toned flat stomach of her dream woman, but she forgot all about it when Evelyn ducked her head over Clark and began sucking.

Jenny sat up, astounded at how incredibly sexy the woman could make a blowjob look. The cock slid in and out of her small mouth, enlarging the penis by proximity and distorting those luscious lips.

Jenny felt obligation give way to desire as she pushed Evelyn aside and engulfed the cock herself. Her lips were already sensitive from Evelyn's administrations, but the cock pressing into her tongue and past her lips sent the senses into overdrive. She sucked hungrily, licking every inch she could reach and even going so far as to try and deep throat to get more of the sensation.

She pulled back for air and Evelyn leant in, smiling. Taking her cue, both Jenny and Evelyn set upon the cock, which by now was slick and wet with their saliva. Unable to contain himself, Clark pulled the women away.

"Get on." He commanded Jenny and pulled Evelyn into a kiss.

Jenny straddled the stocky dark man and slid herself gently onto his cock. It went in easily, slick with her saliva and juices.

Always in control, Clark thrust. Jenny toppled forward, her hands falling either side of the man's head and planting her weight squarely on his hips.

He thrust again and she pressed back, seeing sparks as he hit that sweet spot.

All ideas of regaining control left as she began to buck wildly, desperate to feel that again. Clark gripped her hips and thrust rhythmically, far too slow for her currently desperate state, and he knew it. Each stroke wound her up just short of exploding and left her teetering on the edge of absolute misery and glorious relief.

Jenny scratched and dug her nails into the pillows, trying to control herself, but it just wasn't enough. She sat up straight and dragged her nails across her chest, trying to jolt herself over the edge.

Evelyn was watching carefully and leaned in suddenly, gripping her nipple in one hand and twisting.

Jenny gasped at the sudden sharp pain and the edge fell away, leaving nothing but pleasure. She came hard, grinding against Clark's twitching cock even harder to keep the previous purgatory at bay. She fell forward and braced herself as he responded by pounding into her. The world spun away and it became just the pressure inside and the ecstasy Evelyn brought with each twist or vicious bite. She came again and again, waves of pain and pleasure twisting her body into impossible shapes and whipping her head around like a rag doll's.

In minutes Clark was gripping her hips in that specific way that prevented her from shifting even an inch off and thrust deeply three times, coming inside her. She shuddered as the hot liquid hit her insides, one last small orgasm slipping out of her before she slumped over the man, trying to remember her name.

Evelyn bit her side playfully and Jenny raised her tired head to kiss the woman. Using the last of her strength she lifted herself off Clark and trotted into the small en suite to clean up.

When she returned she had to grip the wall for support and chided herself for having no control.

Clark was idly circling on finger around Evelyn's clit from the outside of her black underwear, making the woman stretch out and sigh with pleasure. She shuddered as she came and relaxed, eyes closed.

Clark smiled at her and got up off the bed to retrieve a surprise. Still spent, Jenny sat down on the far side of the bed, waiting to recover.

"You like pain, don't you Evelyn?" Clark said rhetorically.

Jenny smirked. She could guess where this was going.

Evelyn sat up, curious.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, standing over her. She nodded. "Then kneel and close your eyes."

Evelyn obeyed, shifting her knees and closing her eyes. Her chin was slightly raised, as though trying to track him in the room.

Clark walked behind the partially naked woman and pulled out his riding crop.

Jenny grinned as the first strike landed. It was gentle, and got little reaction. He struck harder. Evelyn bent slightly but sat back up, unfazed. Cocking the riding crop, he pulled back and let fly a proper strike. The result was electrifying. Evelyn arched her back and let out a moan that enflamed Jenny's groin once more.

With each strike Evelyn arched more and more until she was practically bent over backwards. Clark gripped her hair to hold her at the impossible angle and traced his way from chin to torso and back with the tip of the crop, sensitizing her. The look on her face was of sheer ecstasy.

Jenny was on the edge of the bed, curled up and biting her fingers in anticipation of the next strike.

When it landed the moan was high and loud, jolting straight from Evelyn's mouth to Jenny's groin. She spasmed, unable to control herself. The woman could make her come without even touching her.

Clark grinned, well aware of the affect his whipping was having on her. He let fly a few more strikes until Evelyn was begging him to come. With the skill and precision of a sadist he hit her with a crack that ricocheted around the room to her orgasmic cries.

She sank onto the bed, satisfied. Clark continued to trace patterns across her red and welted back with the tip of his crop, cruelly sensitizing her once more until she rose up, desperate for more contact.

He cracked her a few more times, driving her to the point of frenzy. Then the bastard stopped.

Gripping the back of the woman's head he pointed her toward Jenny ,who was huddled into the corner, and whispered something in Evelyn's ear. Her eyes flew open and she lunged at Jenny, pinning her to the bed as she ravaged her mouth. One hand gripped her wrist as the other went to Jenny's neck, preventing her from lifting her head as the woman bit and sucked her way down her torso.

When she reached her hips Evelyn released her pin and gripped Jenny's waist instead, squeezing. Jenny arched, eyes rolling back in her head as another button was pressed. Her gasp of pleasure transitioned into a scream of joy as Evelyn set the ferocious mouth that had ravaged her lips mere moments earlier onto her fiery clit and buried two slim fingers inside her.

Jenny saw stars and everything went black. Wave after wave of joy, pleasure, ecstasy, a word that has not been invented yet to describe buttons being pressed all at once, poured over and through her body, wiping her mind blank.

Jenny reached a decibel and pitch she never would have considered possible as Evelyn pressed deeper and found three sweet spots at once while she bit her clit. Jenny forgot Evelyn's name, her own name, and how to breathe.

When she finally could intake air again the seventeen-year-old inside was doing victory laps. This was the moment she had dreamed about her entire teenage life and five years later Clark had made it happen.

Clark leant over her, smiling. She dragged him into a kiss. He pulled Evelyn over and kissed her in turn, then tried to pull the three of them together for a group kiss. Tongues flicked but little else succeeded and Jenny ended up making out with Evelyn while Clark stroked her back and sucked her neck.

A warm happy cloud was drifting over Jenny as she pulled away and lay down. Evelyn lay down on the inside and Clark wrapped an arm around the woman, still smiling.

"Fucking. Awesome." Jenny breathed sleepily.

"Mmmmhmm." Evelyn agreed.

Clark lay down beside them and Jenny scooted back so Evelyn could spoon her.

It had taken five years, but it had been worth it. Some things just get better as they mature.

In the back of her head and heart, the seventeen-year-old was ecstatic as the twenty-two-year-old drifted off to sleep in the arms of her ex-girlfriend and ex-boyfriend, fully aware that Evelyn's fiancé would get all the details tomorrow.



Five Years Ch. 02



*

Jared knew that there was more to Colton than what he just witnessed. He was sure that they guy was nice and caring. Jared, however, was very curious as to how he got into such a tragic car crash...and on the same note he wanted to know how he managed to survive.

Regardless, while Jared was going to leave he wanted to stay in contact with Colton. He felt like he and the older man could become friends. 

Deep down, Jared thought, I think I'm done with relationships. 

Mike had hurt him deeply. He thought what they had would last more than five years. He always thought that perhaps if he didn't have to marry Elizabeth that he and Mike would get married. But then again those were completely different circumstances. 

Jared was done with romance. He washed his hands of that when he crashed into the tree. Mike had shown him that romance was just a lie. Either it was a lie or it was dead. He didn't want to be part of what this new form of 'love' was. It was too rough on his emotions. 

However, being around Colton gave him a sense of ease. He was comfortable around him. He was sure he could be his self in front of the stranger. 

One thing that Jared noticed was the lack of his wife. There was nothing to signify her being around. It was possible that she was out, but even then...there would be a sign to show that she lived there. The house was sparse of the things that most ladies would get. No candles, or flowers, he knew that Elizabeth loved incense and he couldn't get a whiff of any. So who lived here with Colton?

*

Colton stumbled out of his bedroom and looked around the empty living room. Jared was nowhere to be seen, however the smell of bacon was potent and inviting. He scratched his head as he wobbled into his kitchen. His house guest was frying some bacon and buttering toast. 

"Hey, what kind of eggs do you like? I hope you don't mind that I barrowed you kitchen," Jared said smiling. 

"Scrambled please... You cook?" 

"I prefer to, yeah. Why?" 

"Well...I figured that you'd have cooks." 

Jared tilted his head as he took the bacon off the burner and started on the eggs. 

"Why would I have cooks?" 

"Aren't you rich?" 

"Kind of..." He sighed, "I guess I am but I'm afraid I didn't do a lot to get the money. I was born into it. I like to cook because it's fun." 

The kitchen chair slid across the tiled floor and Colton sat down waiting for his breakfast. He looked at Jared and was reminded of his past. It hurt to look at how sweet and kind Jared was. He was perfect, perhaps almost too perfect. As much as Colton wanted...No, he couldn't betray Robert ever again. Even after five years he couldn't. 

Robert had been the love of his life. And Colton had made stupid choices and lost him. But Colton made vows "for better or for worse; for sickness and in health"...until death do they part. Colton shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He was reminded enough about Robert each day that it was even harder for him to come to peace with his...past. 

A plate of eggs appeared under Colton's nose. He looked up and watched as Jared sat down with his own plate of eggs. Both men sat quietly as they ate. Neither one looked up or said anything. They just ate their food. 

Once the meal was done, however, the conversation started. 

"So I will be leaving soon," Jared said, waking Colton up from his trance. He had been staring at the grain on the table. 

"Oh, So soon?" Colton found that even though he didn't normally enjoy the company of others he really enjoyed the company of Jared. It wasn't awkward. It was just...Normal. After five years of being alone, normal was what he needed. Surely Robert would be okay with him having a friend. But...maybe not. After all it was his fault that Robert left. 

"Well, I'm sure you have a life of your own that you want to get back to. But if you're willing maybe we can have coffee sometime. As a thank you for helping me." Jared said. 

"Oh...I don't think I could date...." Colton began, fiddling with his wedding band. 

"OH!" Jared laughed and clutched his stomach to ease the laughter. "I didn't mean as a date. I'm sure your wife would get mad at me for that. No, as a friend Colton." 

"My husband died five years ago..." 

The words swallowed all the sound in the room making it completely silent. Jared was at a loss of words and Colton...Colton was scared and hurt. He missed Rob so much... 

Jared picked up the plates and put them in the stainless steel dishwasher and walked back to his seat. He looked at the table for a few moments, unsure of what he should say. 

"I'm sorry. That must have been hard for you to admit." He looked at Colton's red eyes. "Thank you for sharing that with me. I will be getting married to my fiancée in a few months. She knows I should be home soon." 

"Oh, congratulations," Colton tried to say. His voice caught a little bit neither of the men said anything about it. 

"I wrote my number on a scrape piece of paper for you in the living room. Call me any time Colton. I would love to have coffee with you. I also have my work number there too in case you can't reach me on my cell phone. I have to go now, but thank you for letting me cook you breakfast." Jared smiled as he stood up. They walked to the main entrance and Jared shook Colton's hand. "I mean it; call me any time you'd like to chat. I would like to make you my friend." 

Colton nodded as Jared left the house in a taxi. He turned and walked to the living room in search of the note that Jared left behind. He found a business card...

As luck would have it, Jared was Colton's boss. 

*

"Where on Earth have you been?" Elizabeth shrieked as Jared walked in. "I've been calling everywhere for you. Mike said he had no idea where you were. What happened?" 

"I don't really want to talk about it..." 

Elizabeth shook her head and placed her hand on the middle of his chest, stopping him from escaping upstairs. 

"Look, I'm not giving you a choice anymore. You don't talk to me about anything and that's not okay. Talk to me now. What the fuck happened?" 

"Mike broke up with me. I crashed into a tree." He looked up at the stairs, trying to ignore Elizabeth's heated gaze. "A guy found me and brought me to the hospital. I stay at his place for the night. And now I'm here." 

Jared tried to walk past her but she held her own. 

"You got in a crash and you didn't call me?" Her voice was starting to rise. "And on top of that you stayed at a *strangers* house?" 

"Yes, he was nice enough to offer his couch to me, Elizabeth. And no, I didn't fuck him nor did I have the intention to." He stared at the short female. "Yes, I was with Mike while engaged to you but I loved him. I'm not the type to have one night stands. But thanks for that." He pushed her to the side gently and walked up the stairs. His back was stiff and his jaw was frozen. He knew he was being a dick, but that was his plan the whole time. 

Secretly, he wished that if he was rude enough she would leave them. Then he would be free to do whatever he wanted and so would she. He was smart enough to realize that she hated being around him. Neither of them got any pleasure from the other. It was merely a business relationship, and even then it wasn't nearly as nice...

"I was never mean to you, Jared, never. I don't understand where this is coming from..." She started to sob. 

"Elizabeth, it was never you. It was everything else."

He walked to the guest bathroom and locked the door behind him. He was lucky to sleep in the guest room, it meant he had privacy. He hated hurting her and his family. He hated hurting Mike. He hated how he hurt himself, but sometimes it was the pain that made everything fade. 

He reached into the top drawer of the vanity and pulled out the razor. He never had this habit when he was younger, but it developed after he got engaged to Elizabeth. He found out that it helped one day while he was shaving. The pain was just enough that it made him focus. Not on his soon to be wife, or Mike, or even his job. It let him focus on the cuts. Sometimes he would get so focused he would forget about all his problems. He didn't like the pain, but he liked the effect the pain had on him. 

Of course Jared knew that what he did was dangerous and unhealthy, but it *helped* and that's what he needed. It took the edge off. 

He pulled his pants down then sat on the floor of the bathroom. He took the clean blade and grazed it across his thigh. A light ribbon of blood escaped his body. The pain wasn't nearly enough. He needed more. He hurt so many people in the past 24 hours... He needed more. 

On the other leg he pressed harder, careful not to cut into any major arteries. More blood ran down his leg. He cringed as he pressed into the cut with his palm, the razor blade at his side on the floor. The harder he pressed with his palm the more pain he felt. The more pain he felt the less he cared about reality. 

Once the pain started to fade away into numbness he stood to get the rubbing alcohol. It was another form of 'help'. It stung, but it also cleans his injuries. 

Mike never liked that he cut. But Jared didn't like that he cut. He had to explain to Mike over and over that everything was fine—that he promised nothing bad would come out of it. Jared wasn't sure if he believed in that or not but it helped Mike feel better about the cutting. 

By the time he was done in the bathroom, fixing and cleaning himself, Elizabeth was gone. She left a note on the kitchen counter. 

"I'll be gone for a few days. I'm going to talk to my father about our 'wedding' to see what we can do. Hopefully by the time I get back you'll have yourself sorted out.

--Elizabeth." 

Jared took a deep breath of relief. Tonight he could be himself. That is if he didn't get a call from his father. 

(Enjoy :)



Five Years Ch. 03



Colton sat down and rubbed his face. One week ago he brought his boss home after a car crash. He didn't really think about it. He did what any sane person would do. And now his boss wanted to be his friend. Colton wasn't sure what to do. 

On one hand, he could finally have a friend after five years of self-induced solitary, or he could forget Jared in fear of being fired. 

Both were tempting... But Colton was ready to just forget about making friends. Robert wanted him to make friends and that was such a bad idea. Colton just couldn't keep it in his pants. 

He went to a therapist for it. She said that perhaps it was all in his head. He was always capable of stopping his cheating habit, but maybe he didn't want to stop it. It was a perfectly sound theory, but he never understood why he would want to cheat on Rob. Rob was perfect. 

Colton stopped. He had to stop thinking about it. He stood up with his cane and walked to the kitchen where he made himself some tea. 

Maybe it was time he made a friend. Thinking about Rob too much made Colton feel sick. 

*

The phone rang and Jared sighed. He had been getting calls all morning and all he wanted was a short break. 

"Colton Stag is on line one for you." His secretary said as she stuck her head into the office. 

Jared smiled. Okay, so he finally got a bit of a break. It was his new found friend after all; perhaps he would make things a bit less annoying. 

He lifted the phone to his ear and leaned into his leather computer chair.

"Hello, Colton! You got through to the line pretty easily, lucky you, Lucy is a hard guard to get through." 

"Heh, well she thought I had important business to discuss with you. You know...Seeing as I am your web site designer and all..." Colton was nervous. He really couldn't afford to lose his job. But he also felt that he needed to be honest. 

Jared looked at the computer screen. He was staring at his website and frowned. He knew that someone created it but he never actually met the man. The rest of the "Web" team knew who he was. Jared never really had to talk to his web designer because the other guys did it for him. 

"Oh, you're the magical person who creates my site. I see, know I finally know who you are." 

"Um, yup that's me," Colton's voice was quiet and unsure. 

"How come you didn't tell me when we meet? And why haven't we met at work?" Jared wasn't mad but he was shocked. It didn't really make sense that he would be his boss and never actually met Colton. 

There was an uncomfortable silence. Jared could tell that there was more to Colton, but that was made obvious when he stay at his house. After all, he had a husband who had died and yet he kept the ring on. 

"Because of my accident I don't really like to leave to house. I work from home; the head of the internet department hired me. I never really had a reason to come to work. Just big meetings, and even then we usually do phone calls for that. They understand my situation pretty well." 

Jared nodded even though he knew that Colton couldn't see him. "That makes sense." 

There was another uncomfortable silence. 

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Jared asked. He didn't want to sound rude but he couldn't just sit on the phone and not do anything. He was at work and anyone could walk in. 

"Oh...Um I was just wondering if you wanted to come over for coffee...Sometime. And chat maybe?" 

Jared was about to agree but his cellphone beeped. He looked at the screen and sighed. 

*We need to talk* was all it said. There was a phone number that his phone didn't recognize...so that meant it was his father. 

"I would love to, Colton. I can't at the moment, but how about after work?"

Colton took a deep breath. "Sure, that sounds great. I'll see you later then." 

Once he got off the phone, Lucy walked in. She looked flustered. 

"Jared, um, your Father is here to see you..." She whispered. Her eyes were wide, and her hands were trembling slightly. She was doing her best to keep herself in check. Jared's father was no man to mess with, and if she got him to wait in the other room that meant she had to use her everything she had to stop him. 

Poor girl was probably verbally assaulted. Jared's father wouldn't have known he did it because that man had no filter. 

Jared stood up, it was time to get this all sorted out with the old man. 

"Let him in," He said, raising his head and straightening his back. He was not the weaker person. He wasn't...

*

"Who the hell do you think you are?" *SLAP*

Jared was sent back into his chair, but quickly stood up again. He was sure that was going to leave a bruise on his right cheek. 

"I don't give a damn how unhappy you are with that girl you WILL marry her. DO you understand me?" His father was a mean man. Short salt and pepper hair and cold blue eyes. He was older, almost in his sixties, but that didn't stop him from being strong. 

"I completely understand. But I don't want it. I don't like her and she doesn't like me. She's not my type and I'm not hers." Jared looked his father in the eye, steady as he could. He wasn't weak. 

"I don't really care. Of course she isn't your type, you're a fag. We all know it, but you're too fucking weak to tell anyone. That girl had to tell me. You are pathetic." 

Jared's heart tightened. It's been a week since Elizabeth left and that's what she's been doing? She went around telling his family that he was gay! It wasn't fair... But he also knew that what he was doing to Elizabeth wasn't fair either. 

"Well, then I guess you know that I won't be marrying her." Jared smiled. 

His father's eyes squinted and moved closer to Jared's face. He could smell coffee on his father's breath. 

"Oh how wrong you are. You will marry her whether you like it or not. And if you don't not only will you be fired, but you will be disowned and I will tell the whole company what a fag you truly are." 

A rock or a hard place. He didn't actually have a choice. He could be married to a woman that hates him or he can be ridiculed in front of everyone. There was no choice...

"You pick. I'm fine with either of the outcomes." His father walked to the door and opened it. "Oh, and you better not tell anyone about this. Fucking pussy..." 

It was game over for Jared. 

*

Colton was beginning to think that Jared decided to ditch him. It was at least an hour after their decided time and he had yet to show up. Colton was on his third mug of coffee when he thought that perhaps it would be better for him if he just abandoned companions altogether. He was in his early thirties and there was just no way any 'young gun' would find any fun with him. Plus he was broken. 

Robert died because of Colton's actions. Robert died in their bathtub because Colton couldn't...no, wouldn't, stop cheating. After Robert's death, his own family stop talking to him. His family loved Robert, probably more than they loved Colton. 

On Colton's way home after seeing his husbands body...The tears wouldn't stop flowing. He couldn't get Robert's face out of his mind .He felt Rob's cold lips...and the more he thought the more he cried. Then he saw the transport truck. Too late, of course, and Colton did try to swerve but he knew deep down he didn't try hard enough. The truck hit him, he recalled every bad deed he had ever done and realized what a shitty life he led. Every night the pain from that day hits him, like a reminder of what he did. Colton was sure that he was dead, because the very last thing he remembered was Rob. A smiling Rob, waving at him, telling him that everything was okay. After everything Colton had done to him there was no way that Rob would have been that forgiving. 

Colton couldn't risk having friends and lovers. There was something wrong with him, something he couldn't pin point and fix. He wasn't like a computer, and he hated that about him. 

The doorbell ringing pulled him out of his memory depression and that he was thankful for. Any more memories of Rob and Colton was sure he would pull a blade out and end it all. Though...no, he couldn't do it. He would never do it. It was sad enough that Rob did, he didn't want to be like that. He wanted to get over whatever this was. 

He griped his cane and hobbled to the door. The trek from the kitchen wasn't too bad, the living area wasn't too large that he couldn't just walk through it. 

He checked the peephole and swung the red door wide open. Before the startled Jared could even say "boo" Colton pulled him in by the arm. He dropped his cane and pushed the younger man into the front wall. 

"Whatever you're thing of doing, stop!" Colton yelled. "Don't ever! *Ever*! Think about doing it." 

Jared looked up at him, confused. "Just what on Earth do you think I plan on doing?" 

"Don't kill yourself. It's not worth it, you are so much stronger." 

"H-how did you...?" He trailed off and looked at the wood floor. "No one even knows about my cutting habit, so how do you know?" 

"Because the look you had on your face before I opened the door was the same one my husband did the very last time I saw him." He sighed and eased the pressure of Jared. "And if I'm being honest it's the same look I see when I look in the mirror." 

*****

Hey, long time no see! Sorry it's been a while since an update of any sort. I've been busy with personal life situations, plus I got a real nasty writer's block. I know that this chapter is really short, I get that y'all would like to have longer chapters to read. But currently I can only do a few short chapters at a time. Please, I hope you enjoy!



Five Years Earlier - Sophie's Bikini



This is the third in a series of stories and is somewhat longer than the previous two with rather more descriptive text.

If you haven't already, you may wish to read my previous stories, the second of which hints on and links in with this one. It takes place around 5 years before 'At the nudist beach'. Feedback is very welcome and helps me better understand what the reader is looking for in future stories. 

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I was just dropping off to sleep in bed one night when suddenly Sally, my wife, spoke. "Brian, are you awake?" 

"I am now," I grunted, "What do you want?" 

"I've been meaning to ask you something." 

"Can't it wait till morning?" Stupid question. Sally could never wait. 

She cuddled up closer, her small firm breasts softly pushing into my back. "Well, not really. I promised Sophie I would ask you."

Sophie is our daughter, then 18 going on 19, a petite 5 feet tall, blue eyes and dark brown hair. She was more-or-less a younger version of Sally; the looks, the moods, the habits ....just about everything. Sophie's breasts, 32c, were larger and fuller than her mother's (34b) and her figure hadn't yet been ruined by childbirth, gravity or bad eating habits. Sophie walked or cycled whenever possible, regularly went swimming with friends and had just started to play squash, so she was fit and in trim. She never seemed to lack boyfriends.

Sally went on to tell me that whilst she and Sophie had been clothes shopping a few days ago for Sophie's forthcoming holiday to Ibiza, Sophie had really liked a particular white bikini, rather more cut back than ones she'd worn in the past. It had looked perfect on her except that her hair was showing around the edges. It took me a moment or two to twig that it was her pubic hair. Sophie had been almost in tears. Sally had bought the bikini for her in the hope that the offending pubes could be trimmed. 

"Well, surely that's not a problem," I said. "There can't be too much to trim. Can't you or one of her friends help? Boyfriend? We have several pairs of scissors and you can even use the beard trimmer I haven't used for ages. Can't she pay for a wax down there if it's so much a problem?"

I had known for some while that Sophie had some kind of hormone problem, which meant that her pubic hair had been growing thicker and faster than most other girls. Despite creams and pills doctors had not been able to sort this out. 

"You know how much I hate using creams, waxing and razors," Sally answered, "So I'm not the best to advise Sophie. Please Brian, you've got a much steadier hand and you've had plenty of practice on me. She is your daughter after all."

I thought about it for a few moments. "I'm not sure," I replied. "I've never heard of any other fathers being asked to trim their daughter's pubic hair. Have you?" 

"Oh, don't be silly. I trust you and I'm sure Sophie will not be stupid enough to say anything to anyone."

There was a long pause. One of those long, awkward pauses that seem to last an eternity. Eventually I could feel Sally's hand came around my front, down my belly and onto my cock.

"Ah!" said Sally, almost sarcastically. "You've been thinking about it then?"

And so began a long conversation between us, including an explanation by me as to why Sophie's dirty panties had been found in my jacket pocket on more than one occasion. I'd discovered them by accident, mistaking a pair of hers for Sally's [I'm sure you guys realise this was purely to monitor Sally's general and sexual health]. The difference in age, diet and even hygiene meant that Sophie won the sniffability factor 500%. "Plus," said Sally, in her 'I'm going to get my own way' voice, "I've never seen you look the other way when Sophie's walking about the house with very little on."

That was true. We'd never bothered too much using the loo if one of us was in the shower, or vice versa, and Sophie never bothered if I was coming out of our bedroom and she went from her bedroom into the bathroom wearing just her panties, or likewise if she came downstairs seeking her favourite bra. If truth be told I'd worked so hard and long at my job for the last few years that I'd all but missed Sophie growing up. Sure I'd remembered when she first arrived, all the oohs and coos followed by the sick and poos at the relevant end. Sure we went on family holidays, I helped teach her how to speak but never some of the words she learned at school, how to swim; but never how to dress or to strop when she didn't get all her own way. There were big gaps in my memories, gaps where I'd immersed myself in my work. The next thing I knew she was a teenager ... all arguments and acne.

I just knew Sally just wasn't going to let up -- she never did, and in the end I agreed to speak to Sophie when I got home from work the following day. 

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I just couldn't stop thinking about it at work and I had to hide an embarrassing erection several times. That morning Sally had even secreted a pair of Sophie's panties into my jacket pocket - a very sexy red lace pair that had obviously been worn all day long and rubbed well into Sophie's secret bits by her bicycle saddle. After lunch I'd gone to the toilets and inhaled the strong, musky, pheromone enhanced, erotically supercharged fragrance whilst I whacked off. It was stronger than I remembered from the previous time I'd borrowed a pair, but I knew Sophie sometimes had a hectic day at her sixth form college. Or perhaps they had been worn for 2 days just in case I needed further persuasion? Sally knew too well my pervs and my weaknesses. She knew how to ALWAYS win a request she'd made. Maybe this evening would be even better than expected. 

The evening meal was not quite ready when I arrived home and I decided to chat to Sophie straight away before I chickened out. Doubt was still raging in my mind and embarrassment came a close second. But after a day at work mulling things over my brain was in my cock and my doubts were up against very stiff opposition.

When I got to her room Sophie was laid on her bed watching TV - which is what she often did after a hard day studying. She hadn't changed from her college clothes and Sally knew from when we first met that her wearing a cheap white blouse and short grey skirt been a turn-on for me. That, matched with my first shaving of Sally's teenage pubes, not long after I had met her, had put us both in the mood for fun many years ago. Was this also a plan hatched out between them so that I wouldn't back out?

Awkwardly, I opened the conversation but Sally must have already spoken to Sophie, for as soon as I asked her (nervously for me) to show me she stood up, hiked her skirt up and (nervously for her) slowly pulled down her white panties. As soon as she had lifted her skirt I could see the problem - lots of hair poking out of her white panties. By the time her panties were down to her knees the mass of curly dark brown hair admittedly looked a right mess. Sophie let her panties fall to the floor, kicked them off and stood before me with her skirt still lifted up. 

"OK," I said, my cock making the decision for me, "I agree, it's a problem. I'll shave you just this once but no-one else must know."

As dinner would be a further 20 minutes I suggested I begin the trimming and went off to find some scissors. When I returned Sophie was laid on the bed with her skirt lying on the floor. I knelt at the side of her and began a scissor trim of the offending pubes. They were rather coarse and springy and smelled divinely of girl juice mixed with sweat and pee. Remembering how sensitive her mother had been right at the top of her mound I let my fingers accidentally tickle there whilst I trimmed just underneath. 

"Da...ad" said Sophie, giggling "That tickles." 

"Sorry," I replied, "I didn't know you were ticklish there. I'll trim further down." 

I was acutely aware that my cock was bulging awkwardly in my trousers and this was made worse by the wonderful girly-smell drifting incessantly into my nostrils. Then Sophie began to flinch a little and I realised the blunt scissors were pulling at the mass of hair. I slowed right down, just taking the top off. Then Sally called up that the meal was ready so I ran my finger along and around Sophie's groove and brushed the hair off gently, knowing that would leave enough of that dirty sweaty juice on my finger to sneakily sniff. Sophie shivered but said nothing. This would be fun.

"OK," I said "I'll start again after dinner." And I left Sophie to get dressed. 

All through dinner I kept wondering if Sophie was sat there without any panties on. She kept putting her hand down below, maybe to brush off an odd hair that was tickling and this kept me hard during much of the meal. 

After we'd finished, just as I was about to go upstairs I asked Sally if there was a better pair of scissors, sharper so as not to pull Sophie's sensitive skin.

"Why don't you try that old trimmer? It's in our bedroom."

I knew exactly what she meant. I found it and took it through to Sophie's room.

"I could use this," I said, "It's a bit noisy but it won't pull your hair like the scissors." 

Sophie seemed happy and removed her skirt then laid on the bed - she hadn't had any panties on throughout dinner! I found an old towel and put it under her. The trimmer was indeed noisy and vibrated quite a bit. Sally loved it and I was sure Sophie would too. 

After just a couple of minutes she giggled, "Da.......ad," she said "That kinda tickles too." 

"I'm sorry. It's a bit old. I'll use the scissors." 

Sophie was quick to reply. "No, it's OK. I don't mind it. You can use it some more." 

I took my time again for the aroma was marvellous - less pee now the bulk of the hair had gone. Sweat, just a touch of pee, oozes of sexual dribble as panties rubbed sensitive skin, the pressure of bicycle saddle massaging, persuading and insistantly having combined the different bodily fluids into one divine nectar. Why oh why couldn't some young, bright entrepreneur bottle it? 

As I ran the trimmer unnecessarily down her groove I heard Sophie let out a little gasp and involuntarily open her legs wider. I chastised myself for using the trimmer as a vibrator.

"It's a little bit awkward here," I said, "I'd better go a bit slower. Is that OK?" I wanted to drag out the time as much as possible.

"Mmmm yes," said Sophie rather slowly. 

I started again, this time purposely letting the trimmer vibrate against Sophie's groove and her legs opened even wider to let me move the trimmer further down. I could easily see now the treasure that lay beneath that offending spoil-sport hair, that valley of pleasure, that area of unbelievable interest to me and to much of the male population. Now she had her eyes shut, an intense look on her face. She shivered several more times. I slowed down even more, letting Sophie enjoy the vibrations from that old trimmer, purposely moving the trimmer up and down time and time again over and around that sweet spot that every female has.

Eventually I had removed as much hair as I could, leaving the remains to shave off with the razor. 

A dry razor in hand and just a little talc, I started to shave away the remaing hair from her mound, leaving Sophie's perfect unblemished and silky smooth skin. Almost without thinking, I started to gently stroke the edge of her valley. 

"Da..........ad," said Sophie. 

"Sorry sweetheart, I wasn't thinking. Mum really likes that. I forgot ........." 

"Oh, it's ok dad, it just feels funny. I'm not sure ...." 

"Ok," I offered, you can tell me to stop anytime you want. I just thought you might ..." I paused. "Surely your boyfriends .....?"

Sophie was silent. Of course, maybe the hair embarrassed her. Many male friends. Few lasted more than 2 or 3 weeks - tried groping her boobs, wanted a hand job? I didn't know. I didn't speak again.

I started to shave lower down then returned a few minutes later to what I was doing before. This time Sophie said nothing. I watched her face as I gently ran my finger along her groove. She had an intense look, her breathing came a little faster, her lips opened slightly and she let out a very contented murmer "Mmmmmm." Her teenage skin, like her mother at that age, was still ultra sensitive. I was aware that gradually her legs were opening again allowing my finger further slowly move downward. Slowly, all so very slowly so not to alarm her I dared my finger to go further and further down, always allowing her to refuse my touch. I could sense more moisture beginning to flow out of her. Her soft pussy lips were swelling from the constant but very gentle arousal. A new fresher aroma was inviting and pleasing to my nostrils. It was very, very arousing both for her and me.

I stopped abruptly. The little devil on my right shoulder was being hassled by the good guy on the left. Guilty pangs hit me hard. I went back to shaving the last few traces of Sophie's unruly bush until all was finished. I told Sophie I'd clean her off with a cloth. I did this very gently, just touching her skin lightly then finished, as I always did with Sally, with a kiss on her smooth pussy lips. 

"Da..........ad," said Sophie, but no more. I kissed there again, stood back and admired my handiwork. I wish I could have stayed there all evening looking at what now was, in my opinion, the most perfect pussy I'd ever seen; puffy mound, small dimple, long deep valley, the makings of lips that would surely be stretched and altered when Sophie, in the future, had her first baby.

Would I have liked my engorged throbbing cock to penetrate her? No! Definitely not. Pleasing, teasing, arousing my daughter was thrill enough alone. I never had and I never will have any desire to progress further. And Sally knew that every bit as much as I did. 

The good guy on my left shoulder had won. I went downstairs to Sally leaving Sophie alone. She knew how to relieve the sexual tension within her. She knew. I'd heard her in her room several times in the past and I knew too well how she could pleasure herself. One particular time I remember well, 3 or 4 years earlier, she had a spat with one particular boy who she liked a lot and she came back from the disco in a real foul mood, went straight up to her room and switched the TV on loud. Don't teenagers know how to shut doors? Often every door in the house got left that way after a particular teeenage tantrum.

I remember I'd gone up a short while after to the bathroom. The TV volume had been turned down in Sophie's room and I could just hear some 'mmmmmm's' and gasps in her breathing. I don't think Sophie was aware that her door was open quite a bit. I could see she was laid on her bed, jeans down, legs slightly apart and her hand inside her panties, moving very slowly. She had pulled her bra and sweat top up and seemed to be pulling at or pinching her left nipple. Every move her hands and fingers made, whether rubbing or pinching, seemed to bring forth a murmer or small gasp. I stood frozen, unable to look away, feared of moving and making a floorboard creak. I must have been stood a good 5, maybe 10 minutes as her actions got gradually faster. I could have sworn she purposely tried to pull and pinch her nipple to hurt herself, as if the hurt and the pain enhanced her arousal. Then she would switch hands nipping, pulling and hurting the other nipple. Finally there was a loud moan, a contented sigh as she climaxed, her whole body shivering and shaking

Following Sophie's close shave and my abandoned attempt to masturbate her nothing more was said. Nothing at all except for Sally thanking me for helping out. 

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The holiday came and went. Ibiza was a little too much for Sophie. She is a naturally shy girl but with plenty of friends and she was perfectly capable of having good time. Sun - ok, sand - ok, sea -ok, sex - maybe not. But she had obviously liked the drinking and sunbathing. 

Over the next couple of weeks I kept finding different panties in my jacket pocket, even neatly wrapped in cling film to preserve the moisture and scent. Sally's thoughtful appreciation of a deed done? I don't know.

A week or two after that one evening I was watching TV when, nervously, Sophie came in to the room. Sat on my lap, kissed me on the cheek and put her arm around me.

"Dad," said Sophie, slowly, "Will you get rid of my hair again? Please."

It was early evening and Sally was out. I noticed that Sophie still had her college stuff on but without a bra underneath her shirt. The top three buttons were undone and there was a distinct smell of cheap but quite acceptable perfume. Without a bra and with her arm around me her breasts felt soft against me. I had told Sophie I would only shave her the one time, but again my cock disagreed with my initial intent. 

We went up to Sophie's room. I didn't get the old trimmer, just my razor. Without asking, Sophie laid on her bed, removed her skirt, pulled her panties down and threw them on the floor. I was surprised that her hair had grown so quickly as there was already quite a lot obscuring her vee. As I got closer to her that familiar smell wafted over to my nose. Some may think it was dirty, repulsive even, but that sweaty pee-tainted aroma mixed in with Sophie's natural sexual odour was very arousing. Even sat here five years later typing this story, I can vividly recall the sight, the scent and the arousal. 

I could feel myself being to firm up, just the sight and smell of Sophie's hairy cunt was working my natural male responses. I began to use the razor on Sophie's pubes. Perhaps my fault that it tugged a little - I wasn't using a fresh disposable. I could feel Sophie flinch.

"Dad. That razor is tugging at my hair. It's hurting. C...c..can you use that other. You know. Please."

I went through to our bedroom. Again the same routine. I really took my time with the trimmer, allowing the noisy vibrations to enhance Sophie's mood. Up and down, dwelling on the places I knew would feel the best. Stopping when I thought Sophie was getting over aroused.

Pubes almost gone I could again see Sophie's mound, her pubis, her vulva very clearly. I got a new triple blade razor this time, soap and water. Starting at the very top I very slowly, very painstakingly shaved the remaining stubble. Pressing firmly at first then tracing over the area again and again in soft, light strokes. Using plenty of water and soap I wanted my razor to arouse, to make love to Sophie's tender teenage skin. Little by little, very very slowly I made my way down. Almost all the time that I was patiently teasing her sensitive skin Sophie had her eyes closed, savouring every touch, every tickle. Finally I had the last bit of stubble removed, got the cloth again and tenderly dried the whole area.

As before I kissed that beautifully erotic and arousing part of Sophie's body, the part where she would hopefully enjoy much more pleasure in the months and years to come. Starting at her belly button I worked my way down every gorgeous square inch, raining more and more kisses there.

Sophie never moved, never said anything. Her legs were apart giving me total and unconditional access to kiss wherever I pleased. My conscience had given up the battle of arguing good and bad with me. No little figures on my right or left shoulder. All I wanted to do was to give my daughter ultimate pleasure. Something she would never forget, nor I.

I ran my fingernail down that secret, sensitive groove. Again no objection from Sophie. Perhaps she might think I would abandon her again, leave her unfulfilled, unsatified. Tracing my finger further down I sought Sophie's own lubrication and found it in abundance. Coating my finger well with that precious fluid I repeated the path my finger had made before, replenishing the lubrication often and increasing the pressure until I finally reached the part where her clit was awaiting its turn for attention. I gave it a little to satisfy it temporarily.




Five Years Earlier - Sophie's Bikini



Next the kisses, repeated two or three times before applying my tongue to Sophies gorgeous groove. Now came a short "Da—aa—ad!, no.... I mean oooh. Da—aa-ad ..."

But that was all. The only half-hearted short objection. My tongue never stopped, pressing insistently into Sophie's groove, then further down, down to her now engorged clit. A few licks, a few sharp intakes of breath from Sophie and my tongue moved on. I wanted to lap up every spare drop of Sophie's love lubrication before returning to her swollen, receptive clit.

Persistently, only stopping for a second or so, my tongue lent its persuasive insistence to making Sophie's clit submit. Faster and faster I licked, lightly nibbled with my lips until Sophie's nerve network gave way, submitted, gave in to persuading her body to release her sensual, sexual climax.

Wave after wave of pure pleasure pulsed though her. From nose to toes. Time and time again. Finally the pleasure waves ceased. Sophie seemed exhausted but a broad smile beamed from her. 

I left her room. I let her rest. Some while later she came downstairs, crossed the room to my chair, kissed me firmly on the cheek.

"Thanks dad."

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Postscript: Sophie usually took her mobile phone with her everywhere she went so I figured it went everywhere with her in Ibiza too. She just happened to leave it the lounge one evening; curiosity got the better of me and I had a casual look through the phone's photo album.

Mostly fun pics, acting silly with her friends, clowning around. But there were some very interesting beach photos including two of her best friend, Julie, topless. Julie lives close by, is often round at our house and is quite a tease. Oh Julie!!

Maybe I shouldn't have bluetoothed the photos to my phone. Or the ones with Sophie on either. 



Five Years Gone



"Five Years Gone"

"Hi, this is Maribel."

Her voice was a little more throaty and lower than I had envisioned, but that along with her Spanish accent made her even more alluring. I kept running her photos through my mind while I answered:

"Hey Maribel, I was hoping to come and see you this morning if that's okay."

"Oh, sure sweetie, I'll be ready--I just got out the tub. Can you give me another thirty minutes to finish up, baby?"

I checked my watch, figuring that I was just about a half-hour's ride from her area of town anyway. "Yes I can, that's no problem."

Her voice dipped a little lower and shifted to a more seductive tone. "Okay, baby. Have you been with a girl like me before?" Of course, I had already been conditioned to always give the obvious answer to that question.

"I have once, but I was too nervous to do more than the basics. But I knew I had to try again as soon as I could." That was almost the truth...except that particular episode was six months and two other girls in the past. But by now I knew just enough to know that's how this pre-date verbal foreplay was supposed to go.

"So I bet you wanna do it all this time with no limits, you dirty boy?" Maribel replied. Her tone made it evident that this was a rhetorical question. "I wasn't busy last night, so I have a lot of energy for you...if you can handle it all."

"Pretty sure I can," I promised.

"Very good," she said, and then gave me the directions to her place. "See you soon, baby."

The directions were simple to follow, and I pulled up across the street from her house about twenty-five minutes later, then dialed Maribel one more time. "I'm ready, baby, go ahead and come in," she invited. As I got out of my car I did a quick inventory: tip, protection, keys...all where they should be. Left the wallet under the front seat and locked up. Once I got to the door, I rapped twice and went on inside, closing the door just in time for Maribel to meet me there. I coolly flicked my eyes over her, taking in her very light brown skin, long and toned legs, a waist just a little narrower and hips a little wider than mine, a very pleasing set of 34DDs, red nails, shoulder-length auburn hair, and very enchanting grey eyes. Happily, she hadn't added much makeup--and she definitely didn't need it--even though I could clearly see that she was at least fifteen years older than me. She was wearing a bright red ultra-sheer mini-dress and red spike-heel sandals that lifted her height a couple of inches above my own. During the half-second I spent admiring the whole effect, she stepped closer and wrapped me up in a very close hug, then planted a pair of kisses on my cheek and lips. By the time she worked a hand down my back to grip my ass, I was starting to melt against her. Maribel gave my ass an insistent double-squeeze, and I pressed myself closer to kiss her neck. I took a quick breath--she was wearing some kind of sandalwood perfume, which I've always enjoyed. She let out something between a sigh and a moan as my lips brushed lightly over her skin, then softly directed "C'mon up to the bedroom, baby." So she turned and went up the stairs, with me following a step behind and caressing her very firm ass every few steps.

Once upstairs, Maribel pointed me over to the bed while she dimmed the lights and brought out a porn DVD. It seemed to be a compilation of shemale gangbang clips, mostly three or four girls on one guy. While she was setting that up, I brought out her tip and left it on the nightstand near the bed. Right afterwards she got the DVD up to the scene she was looking for, then backed toward me, lifting up the hem of her dress and swiveling her hips slowly. Just before reaching me she grabbed the back of my head, held it in place and rested the crack of her ass on my lips. She slowly dragged it up and down, letting me get a good lungful of an absolutely maddening combination of shower gel over a faint hint of sweat. Before I knew it I had grabbed her by the hips, gently guiding her cheeks over my face.

"Mmmm...I knew you were a dirty boy when I heard you on the phone," Maribel began. "Now get in there and taste this hot pussy, baby. Eat Mami's ass for her." She pressed back harder and bent over almost double, and I ran my tongue roughly over her hole, getting all of it as slick as I could. After a few minutes I pulled back long enough to see her entire crack shining, then began flicking my tongue right in the center of her ring. "Yeah, open that shit up, baby," she encouraged. Her accent was getting a bit thicker with every moan, and that too was getting me hornier. I slid my hands along her torso until I reached her nipples, just rubbing my fingers over them for now. She let out another low moan as I began sucking and then licking her asshole, getting my tongue deeper every few thrusts. "Yes, suck that pussy," I heard as her hands dropped between her legs to start opening my pants. When she got them opened, she pulled away and turned around.

"Strip for me, baby."

Being able to happily tongue a tight ass or eat a wet pussy for hours, I had totally ignored her dick to this point, but it looked like Maribel was going to change that. Her meat had already stretched out just long enough to need both her hands to hold it. Within ten seconds I had stripped off the rest of my clothes, and she pushed me down to the floor in front of her. Holding my chin with one hand, Maribel lightly squeezed her shaft until it was fully rigid. She held it still a few inches from my face for a seconds, long enough for me to get my first close look. It was a shade darker than the rest of her skin, relatively thin with a perfectly tapering head. As I waited, Maribel slowly rested it on my forehead, then after a few seconds rubbed the head of her dick over my lips with the other, looking down at me and watching herself carefully covering my lips with pre-cum. Then she lifted it straight up, obviously expecting me to lick her balls, completely smooth and small enough for me to cover with one hand. I ran the tip of my tongue all over them, hearing her breathing quicken and listening to her wordless sighs of encouragement. Then she stopped and gently slapped my lips a few times with the head of her dick.

"Open up, baby. You got me good and hard and I need to get some of that mouth until I'm ready to fuck that brown little ass." As soon as I parted my lips, she jammed her cock in until it hit the back of my throat, then held it still. I tilted my head back enough to get some breathing room, then reached back up to squeeze her ass. She shoved my arms back down, whispering "No hands, bitch, just use that mouth." That wasn't a problem for me. I slowly pulled back a bit more, using my tongue all over her shaft, then slid forward and back, getting it wetter and swallowing a bit more every time. I had my eyes closed while I concentrated, but every now and then I looked up to see her smiling at the sight of me getting harder while I enjoyed her sliding over my lips and tongue. By now I had tuned out everything but her scent, the sounds of my slurping and her demands for me to get her deeper down my throat:

"Yeah, swallow that dick...keep going...yeah, get it all the way down. Mmmm those lips make Mami feel so good, baby. I should fuck that throat and make you eat all that juice you're going to get out. Look at you eating my dick just like a slut. Now slow down...mmmm...just like that. Yeah, go slow, baby. Oooo Mami's going to tear that little ass up soon. I know that's what you really want to get. Sucking that transy dick ain't enough for you, you need me to take that pussy too." That little monologue--broken up by a few moans and pants every few seconds--soon had its effect. Maribel saw this and waved me onto the bed, turning me sideways so I could continue to blow her as she began playing with my ass. Just as I reached back with one hand to spread my ass open, Maribel pulled out and slapped my hand away. "Move that hand, bitch," she snapped. "No fingers, I'm going to open up that cute brown ass my way."

She pushed me down on my stomach and yanked my hips to hang past the edge of the bed. After she got herself completely naked too, I was expecting her tongue, but then I felt her fingering my ass with a pair of spit-covered fingers while I backed my hips up a little more. After a pause I felt her jamming two more slick fingers inside me. She noticed I opened up after less than a minute of that, and suddenly slapped my ass hard. "'Just the basics?'" she mocked. "Oh you little bitch, you know you're not fooling nobody? It feels like you already got fucked today. Who else did you give this pussy to?"

I didn't say anything, though my ass was stinging from the slaps she rained down on it. She'd find out soon enough that I did seem to open up easily...until something harder and longer than a few fingers got inside. For me, every time was like the first time.

I heard her slipping on a rubber, then felt her thighs pressing against mine. "Get that ass higher," she ordered, and I did so without a second thought. She poured a little more lubrication between my cheeks, then slid her dick through them until everything was coated with a thin sheen of fluid. "Get ready, baby," I heard, and before she had even finished I felt her pushing insistently into my ass. After getting inside a little past the head, Maribel held still while I squirmed and pumped my hips backward. After half a minute she grabbed my thighs tightly and forced herself all the way in with a single stroke, driving a hiss of painful surprise from my lungs and giving me an overpowering urge to pull myself off her. But she held me tightly in place, telling me to stay still and keeping me frozen around her full length until she was ready. After a minute she began working her hips in tight little circles, still holding me tightly, just listening to me grunt and moan as I felt her shifting around in my ass. Then she laid down all the way in my ass, rubbing her tits on my back and keeping my body frozen under her full weight. After a couple minutes of grinding her body against mine and working her dick in my ass in all directions, she whispered, "Now I'm ready, baby." I felt her weight leave my back, but she still held my hips down hard enough that I could barely wiggle. And then Maribel pulled out a bit, then began hammering my ass with a total lack of gentleness or subtlety. I couldn't even catch the breath to urge her on and tell her how this spectacular banging was hitting just the right spot in my ass to leave me drunk with pleasure. I couldn't even concentrate enough to work my ass muscles and make it even tighter for her. Then she pulled out and flipped me on my back, forcing my knees back with her arms and ramming her dick back inside. Both of us were panting and gasping--with me managing to finally tell her to keep giving me some more, and her answering with promises that I'd still feel this nailing a week from now. I couldn't resist anymore, so I finally reached down so I could stroke myself off. After nearly forty minutes that contorted position was starting to make my thighs and back sore, which combined nicely with the increasing pleasure pulsing in my hole. Within minutes I felt myself getting close to shooting...which she soon noticed when my ass began to start tightening up and began to weakly brush my free hand over her thighs, ass and hips. Maribel responded by pinching my nipples and telling me over and over to "shoot that juice...let me watch you cumming with this dick in your hot little pussy...this dick is going to fuck you until you shoot all over yourself...and then you'll keep coming back to get some more...you won't be able to stay away...whenever you play with yourself you'll remember how I wore your ass out." The last bit was starting to fade out, because about the only things I could focus on were the relentless hammering in my guts and the imminent explosion I was about to get. And oh yes, it was definitely going to be a hard one. About three seconds later, my moans started getting louder and closer together...my whole body went tight and then relaxed as I shot a good five or six times, soaking my whole hand and flinging drops of cum across our chests until it finally passed. Totally drained, I could only lie there totally limp as Maribel continued without missing a stroke, whispering "I know that felt good, didn't it baby? Didn't I tell you I'd wring you out like a wet rag? Now I'm going to fill up your pussy with all my milk." She backed off enough to start short-stroking even faster, and I could see her thighs quivering as she got ready to cum. In half a minute she started grunting and groaning in a voice even deeper than mine, then folded my legs back against my chest and drove all the way in more time. Still too drained to do more than lie still, I locked eyes with her and watched her shudder through a most impressive twenty-second long orgasm, then lean forward to rest on my thighs until she could recover.

In a minute Maribel pulled out and stretched out next to me. I grinned, "Looks like you'll be washing these sheets sooner than later." We had been playing for close to an hour and a half, and we had left everything wringing wet. Both of us couldn't help but giggle, even though it was more silly than funny. It took a few more minutes to finish coming down, so I licked and sucked lightly on her tits while as she told me how she was from Reynosa, what she liked to do in her spare time, etc, etc. After-wards we cleaned each other up and got dressed. Both of us promised that we would meet up again very soon. I leaned in for a kiss, saying "that was all indescribable, sexy. I won't ever forget it." After breaking the kiss, she smiled brightly. "I know you won't. And next time I'll really treat you like the slut I know you are now."

So she walked me to the door, gave me one more kiss and reminded, "Don't take too long to get back to me, baby."

"I won't," I insisted. "Thank you so much, sexy. Be seeing you, Maribel." And I was gone...until some days later I made my inevitable return.

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Five Years Later



Lisa couldn't get him out of her mind. While she reluctantly went to bed in the same house as her abusive husband for the last four years, Tim was the man of her dreams -- and fantasies. 

She thought she was in love with Charles when she married him, but before long she realized it was a way to try to avoid not being able to wake up next to Tim every morning for the rest of her life. When they had first hooked up in college, she became a different person, and despite trying to resist it, she was changed -- but only for him. 

6 years earlier she met him at a restaurant and they had a pleasant dinner. In her mind, she saw his toned, tall physique and was attracted. She'd worked hard to lose some extra weight. However her slimmer waistline and thighs came with a price -- her boobs were at least a cup size smaller. She had shaved her pussy that day, just in case she wound up naked with him in his bed or hers. 

After dinner that first night, they headed back to his apartment, where they relaxed on the couch watching some TV. As soon as his lips locked with hers, she felt her nipples getting hard beneath her bra, quickly followed by a moist feeling between her thighs. As he kissed down the side of her neck and towards her chest, her hand slipped down his chest to feel his hardness. 

She'd seen bigger ones in the porn movies she'd masturbated to, but this was the biggest cock she'd felt in her hands -- and it was hard and thick. She then did something she never said before to a man "Mmmm, I want to suck your big cock". 

She never liked giving blowjobs, but she found herself loving sucking his 7 ½ inch thick sausage. Yet, that night she couldn't get enough of his cock in her mouth. She deep throated him, let him fuck her face, and swallowed every drop of his milky spunk three separate times. And each time she sucked him, she came hard herself. 

She'd already had two orgasms and was soaking wet by the time she felt the biggest cock she'd ever seen up close slide in and out of her soaking wet pussy. Over the next hour she was delirious, having an orgasm every few minutes until it reached 10 and she lost count. She wasn't usually animated during sex, but found herself saying "Fuck me baby. Harder. You make my pussy feel so good."

When they finally passed out naked in his bed after he exploded in her mouth a second time, she knew she was addicted to sex with him. She couldn't help herself in the morning when she woke him up by sucking his soft cock until it was hard. She loved that when he woke up, he slid two fingers in her pussy and finger fucked her to another orgasm before she climbed on him, and lowered her dripping pussy on to his cock again. She rode him to another handful of orgasms while reaching back and fondling his golf ball sized nuts until it was ready to erupt again. She swallowed his 3rd load without letting a drop slip out of her mouth. 

Their schedules after that were very busy, but they still managed a couple more hookups, and every time she orgasmed regardless of whether his cock was in her mouth or her pussy. Then she met Charles, and within 6 months had married him and moved 1000 miles away, despite having fantasies about Tim regularly, including during sex with Charlie that helped getting her off to orgasm. 

She put up with Charles' mediocre sex, abusive nature, demeaning attitude and lack of maturity for too long. She started working out again, got breast implants because she wanted to feel sexy and hoped that Tim's mouth would be sucking on her sensitive 38DDs while she rode his cock every night. Completing law school went side by side with using a vibrator to get her asshole ready for Tim to take her anal cherry. 

After she passed the bar exam, she worked with a divorce attorney who a friend referred her to, in order to get a simple divorce. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but since his physical abuse resulted in her having a miscarriage 12 weeks into an unplanned and undesired pregnancy, she was in a strong negotiating position being able to threaten criminal charges if he didn't cooperate. 

Her work was able to get her a floating transfer to another location in a different state, in the same town where Tim now made his home. As soon as the papers came in, she had a moving company load up her stuff and left Charles behind for good. 

Lisa had become naughtier over the years as her desire for Tim grew almost unbearable. She rubbed her pussy every night fantasizing about him, showed more of her ample cleavage, often wore sexy lingerie and thong panties, if she wore any at all. She'd experimented secretly with other women and it made her want to have other women join her in bed with Tim for threesomes and orgies. The thought of licking another women's clit while Tim's cock slid in and out of the lady's pussy was erotic. On the drive, she had to pull over at quiet rest stops lift up her skirt and rub her pussy to another orgasm. 

She picked up the keys to her new apartment, but it would be a few days before her stuff arrived. She knew Tim's schedule and around 6pm, she went over to his place wearing a short skirt sans panties and a halter top with no bra to give him easy access to her melons. 

When Tim answered the door, he was pleasantly surprised to see her there. She came in, and he closed the door behind them while she got down on her knees and unzipped his pants. He leaned back against the door while she pulled his pants down to his knees and started giving him the blowjob she'd been waiting years to give him. She'd been practicing on her dildos and had become very good at sucking a long cock with out using her hands. With her left hand she started rubbing her throbbing clit and with her right she starting massaging his big balls as his thick cock swelled in her mouth. 

At this point she didn't care about removing her clothes, but focused solely on his pleasure and with his pleasure, hers came, too. He took his shirt off to reveal his toned chest as he felt her sweet lips and talented tongue swirl around and excite every nerve in his engorged cock. She pulled his pants down to his ankles as she felt him put his hands on the back of her head and start thrusting his big cock into her mouth deep and fast. She frantically finger-banged her own pussy as she quickly came to orgasm. But this was no regular orgasm, it was her first multiple orgasm. For the next several minutes, she was shuddering and gushing all over as the sweet juices rushed out of her pussy, in what seemed like two dozen regular orgasms one right after the other. 

When she caught her breath, she found herself hungry for cum. She massaged his balls until he shot a huge load of semen in her mouth and she moaned as she eagerly slurped up every drop of his baby making juice. As she cleaned up his cock, and looked up at his satisfied smile and his mostly naked body that she'd been wanting to see again for years. 

"Let me see those tits you got for me", he said. 

Lisa stood up and happily pulled her halter top down and grabbed both of his hands and placed them on her DD sized knockers so he could feel and squeeze them. During the brief period of her marriage that she was a stripper, many times she wishes that the men she was baring her boobs to was Tim, and the faces she shoved her cleavage into for dollars was Tim's during marathon sex sessions where she would ride him for hours. 

"Mmmm, you got these for me didn't you?"

"Oh yes, baby. I wanted you to suck them the day I came home with them instead of my asshole husband!"

"I get to tittyfuck you anytime I want now, right?"

"Of course, baby. I get so wet thinking about your big cock sliding between my big melons, and I can lick the head with my tongue on each thrust.", she said removing the rest of her clothes revealing her naked body. 

"Good. I like to hear that.", he answered as he stepped out of his pants with his still hard cock pointing straight out. "How much did you miss my cock filling you up?"

"Ohhhh God -- so much.", she moaned. "My pussy and ass are aching for you to fuck me silly right now."

With that they walked into the bedroom and closed the door. Tim lied back on the big bed and spread eagle and said "Suck my cock again baby, and show me a few of those tricks you've been practicing."

She moaned at the way he told her what to do. She wanted to please him in whatever way possible. She'd been practicing on a large dildo for years as well as read about how to increase pleasure and make sex last longer. Now she had the chance to try them out. 

She inhaled his cock again in another blowjob that would have made pornstars jealous. She was able to touch her nose to his abdomen swallowing his whole length while using her tongue to lick his balls at the same time. She wrapped her big tits around his cock and rocked up and down and sucked the full head into her mouth on every downstroke as it protruded from her cleavage. She had him sit on her face so she could swallow his swollen balls brewing with more cum while she used two hands to stroke his thick hardon, occasionally licking his asshole and massaging a spot below his balls that helped extend his rigidity for hours. 

He took notice and said, "Mmm, you became a dirty little slut didn't you?"

She moaned, and then came up and said "Yes, but I'm your dirty slut now. Which hole do you want to fill up first baby?"

"Your pussy so I can feel the gushing of your juices sliding down my balls when you sink down onto it.", he said after feeling how wet she was. It was the wettest pussy he'd ever felt. "But, I'm cumming inside your ass"

"Mmmm baby. I've wanted to feel your big cock in my ass for so long. But my pussy's been waiting even longer" she cooed as he sat up and she mounted his hardon. 

As she hit bottom, she screamed in ecstasy as a wave of orgasms flooded her. As Tim predicted, the gushing of her juices from her pussy made its way down his balls while she rode him. Him sucking on her big knockers as they bounced up and down in rhythm only made the pleasure that much more amazing. 

"Fuck me, Tim!, Fuck me, baby! Fuck me every day! Fuck me any way, any time, any place you want, baby! My pussy and ass are all yours!!"

For the next several hours they were. Lisa did all of the riding as she had years of pent up energy still in her storage that she saved for this night. She rode him slow and deep, then hard and fast. She spun around for reverse cowgirl and to feel her ass slap against his thighs every time she hit bottom. The feeling of his hands on her hips meeting her thrusts while she rubbed her clit gave her one orgasm after another. When he squeezed her boobs and twisted her sensitive nipples, she continued to scream and moan in pleasure. 

Lisa had trained her ass pretty well to expect his length and thickness once she got him to pop her anal cherry. His cock felt amazing in her ass, and he loved her sphincter muscles squeezing his thick rod. The sensation was more than both had envisioned as Lisa squirted her cum all over the place immediately after Tim shot a 2nd big load deep inside her ass. 

As they both drifted off to sleep, sweaty and sticky from hours of sex and many, many orgasms, he asked "Should I plan on staying home tomorrow?"

"Mmmmm, yes. Two of my old stripper friends are at a hotel tonight in town. I invited them over to join us in the afternoon for an orgy, so you'll have two more big-titted women for you to fuck in this bed with you."



Five Years, What A Surprise..



Ze waren nu al weer vijf jaar bij elkaar, Erwin en Iris, en dat moest gevierd worden vandaag. Na een slecht huwelijk van vijftien jaar, met haar eerste schoolvriendje, en vijf jaar als alleenstaande moeder had Iris eindelijk de man van haar leven gevonden. Het enige positieve wat was voortgekomen uit haar huwelijk waren haar meisje Eva van zestien en haar zoon Steven, inmiddels een achttien jarige stoere jonge vent. Ze was nog nooit zo gelukkig geweest wist ze nu. Erwin was geweldig voor haar, alles wat ze wilde van een man. Lief, empatisch, zorgzaam, hulpvaardig, eerlijk en nog een mooie vent bovendien. Het kon niet op. 

Nadat Erwin en Iris elkaar hadden ontmoet op een datingsite was het na de eerste date gelijk al raak en bereikten ze het tweede honk, zoals de Amerikanen dat zo mooi zeggen. Tijdens het zoenen trok Iris Erwin af in zijn auto voor haar huis, terwijl zij door Erwins vlugge vingers klaar kwam. Het was gelijk raak tussen die twee, vanaf de eerste dag al. Na een half jaartje LATten trok Erwin bij Iris in huis. Eva, die toen elf jaar was, zag hoe gelukkig haar moeder werd van Erwin, hoe lief hij haar behandelde. Heel anders dan hoe haar vader met haar moeder omgegaan was. Alhoewel ze wel heel erg moest wennen aan Erwin was ze hem ook leuk gaan vinden. Vooral omdat haar moeder zo vrolijk en gelukkig geworden was, en ze vond hem ook gewoon grappig. 

Steven, toen een dertienjarige opstandige puber, kon het helemaal niet vinden met Erwin. Hij zag hem als een concurent bijna, de aandacht van zijn moeder die eerst altijd naar hem uit ging, moest hij nu delen, en dan nog wel met een vreemde vent die nooit zijn vader zou worden. Omdat er tussen Steven en Erwin nogal eens onenigheid was is hij na anderhalf jaar bij zijn vader gaan wonen, die gelukkig in hetzelfde stadje woont. Nu Steven ouder is, en inmiddels ook op zichzelf woont, ziet hij ook dat zijn moeder gelukkig is met Erwin en is de band tussen de twee mannen gewoon goed gekomen. Al met al een happy family. 

De laatste jaren van haar huwelijk had Iris nauwelijks nog seks meer gehad met haar man. De kans dat één van de kinderen dus onbekende en spannende geluiden hoorden uit de ouderlijke slaapkamer was wel heel klein geworden. Heel zelden drong haar bedgenoot zich nog aan haar op, ze bleef dan doodstil op haar rug liggen terwijl hij zijn half harde lul in haar kutje propte om binnen een paar tellen zijn zaad te lozen. Wat walgde ze van zijn geur, en van die warme vieze prak in haar meest intieme plek. En dat alles alleen om snachts een helse ruzie te voorkomen. Gelukkig was daar eindelijk na jaren een eind aan gekomen.

En hoe anders was dat toen Erwin al snel de weekends bleef slapen. Na een week of wat had Eva al vreemde geluiden gehoord in de slaapkamer van haar moeder, geluiden die ze niet kende. Ze hoorde haar moeder ook praten en een ritmisch gebonk waar ze nieuwsgierig naar werd toen ze langs haar moeders slaapkamer liep op een avond. Nieuwsgierig als ze was deed de elfjarige voorzichtig de deur open. Tot haar verbazing zag ze haar moeder op haar handen en knieen gezeten aan de rand op haar bed. Erwin stond achter haar, en ze zag hoe hij zijn grote piemel in haar moeder heen en weer bewoog. Eva's mam zei zachtjes: "Neuk me lieverd, neuk me harder, toe dan, oooh wat lekker, neuk me tot ik klaar kom." Eva was met stomheid geslagen en wist niet wat ze zag en hoorde. Harder stootte Erwin zijn glimmende piemel in haar moeder, ze kon alles zo duidelijk zien. Ze zag dat haar moeder heel erg nat was van onder, en hoe Erwin zijn piemel harder en harder in haar moeder propte terwijl ze kreunde, en zei: "Ja, goed zo...ik ga komen....ik kom klaar..ooh lekker, wat doe je dat lekker..." Toen zag ze hoe haar moeder begon te schokken met haar hele lijf, en Erwin zijn piemel uit haar moeder haalde om nu met zijn tong aan die drijfnatte plek te likken, Toen ze zag hoe Erwin met zijn tong haar moeders kontgaatje begon te likken dacht ze: "Gadverdamme smeerlappen" en ze liep stilletjes naar haar eigen slaapkamer in verwarring van wat ze net gezien had. 

De volgende ochtend wilde zij haar moeder en Erwin even niet zien, nog steeds in de war. Maar ze had het op één of andere manier ook spannend gevonden, ze had iets gezien dat iets met haar deed toen ze weer in haar bedje gekropen was die avond, maar wat dat nou precies was. Ze had wel aan haar eigen kleine spleetje gevoeld toen ze in haar hoofd nog eens afspeelde wat ze gezien had, en dat vond ze een lekker spannend gevoel. Stiekem hoopte ze toch nog eens vaker te kunnen zien wat die twee aan het uitspoken waren in de kamer naast haar. 

De jaren gaan voorbij...de avond van het jubileum. 

Eva was op de avond dat Erwin en Iris hun vijfjarig jubileum gingen vieren met een vriendin gaan stappen. Erwin en Iris hadden het hele huis voor zichzelf, ze konden doen waar ze zin in hadden. Steven zou het volgende weekend pas weer langs komen en Eva bleef na het uitgaan bij haar vriendin slapen. Goed geregeld dus allemaal. Ze hadden een mooie avond gepland met z'n tweeën, smiddags lekkere drankjes uitgezocht bij de slijter, lekkere hapjes bij de delicatessewinkel en onafhankelijk van elkaar wat leuk kado's voor elkaar gekocht. 

Na een heerlijke diner waarvan ze zo genoten hadden gingen ze met hun bak koffie lekker van elkaar genieten op de bank. "Wat heb ik lekker gegeten en wat geniet ik van je gezelschap, wat een heerlijke avond en wat hou ik toch veel van je," zei Iris. En met een lange natte tongzoen bezegelde de twee hun geluk. Al gauw waren vier handen op zoek naar die plekjes die veel genot veroorzaakten. Hun vrijpartij werd alsmaar heftiger. "Mag ik klaarkomen in je mond lieverd, lik me, kus me, bef me...vreet me op". Terwijl Erwin op zijn knieen gaat om zijn liefje te proeven ziet hij dat ze geen slipje aan heeft. "Ik heb de hele dag al niks aan onder mijn jurkje, ik ben de hele dag al geil, ik wil je de hele dag al voelen. Ik wilde vanmiddag je hand pakken om het je te laten voelen bij de slijter maar ik durfde het niet. Ik wilde gevingerd worden in een drukke winkel, maar ik durfde niet. Kom lik me, ik moet je nu voelen....en klaarkomen." 

"Geile vrouw dat je daar bent, als ik dat geweten had dan had ik je desnoods op de markt geneukt, tegen de viskraam. Dan had ik je kut leeg gegeten bij slager en je gezicht met mijn zaad ondergespoten bij de bakker," zei Erwin lachend voordat hij de gezwolle natte schaamlippen van de liefste vrouw van de hele wereld zorgvuldig ging kussen, likken, en zuigen. Hij wilde haar helemaal leegdrinken deze keer. Geen druppel van het zilte geil zou ontsnappen aan zijn gulzige mond, zijn tong maakte zijn lief kompleet gek. Als hij haar kuste, als hij zijn tong diep in haar stak, als hij haar klitje tussen zijn lippen nam en vooral als hij met zijn hele gezicht over haar heerlijk geschoren kut wreef, werd ze er wilder en wilder van. Hij voelde haar onderlichaam al schokken en het gehijg werd serieus en het klonk bijna alsof het pijn deed bij Iris. Erwins gezicht was al drijfnat van haar liefdessappen, nu ze ook nog eens klaarkwam in zijn mond en over zijn gezicht werd het een hele natte toestand. Haar geur en haar smaak, wat genoot hij van haar. Langzaam kwam Iris weer bij zinnen, Erwin kroop weer op de bank ging naast zijn vriendin liggen en kuste haar mooie ontspannen gezicht. Zij lag zichtbaar na te genieten, ze kuste Erwins natte gezicht en likte haar eigen sappen van zijn gezicht. Ze genoot ook van haar eigen smaak en geur. Zo bleven ze nog een tijdje liggen en vielen voldaan in elkaars armen slaap, heerlijk na zo'n maaltijd en zo'n vrijpartij. 

"Ik wil nog wel een toetje", zei Iris met een veelzeggende grijns op haar gezicht toen ze na een half uurtje weer loom wakker werden. "Ik heb nog helemaal geen toetje gehad na het eten," en ze knoopte Erwins broek los. "Kom maar op met die slagroom van je lieverd, ik wil die slagroom van jou in mijn mond. Ik ga die geile spuitstaaf van je helemaal opvreten". En voordat Erwin er erg in had lag zijn broek naast de bank op de grond met zijn boxershort erboven op, zijn sokken werden uitgedaan, zijn overhemd losgeknoop en nog maar net wakker van het dutje had Iris zijn bijna harde pik al in haar mond. Ze voelde in haar mond hoe Erwins lul harder werd, hoe het bloed al kloppend het ding tot zijn uiterste grootte had doen groeien. Ze vond het zo lekker, de smaak van pik. De geur van Erwins lul, het wond haar zo op. De smaak van pik, van haar pik. De pik die in haar kutje had gezeten en haar zoveel genot had gebracht, en er zat zo'n lieve vent aan vast. Dat dacht ze allemaal terwijl ze Edwins lul likte, voorzichtig beet, kuste, zoende, streelde en beminde. Ze wilde hem voelen spuiten in haar mond, en ze hoopte dat hij heel veel zou spuiten. Ze wond zichzelf nog meer op door aan de smaak van sperma te denken. Hoe ze het op zou vangen met haar tong, het zou proeven en de hele kwak door zou slikken. Het idee dat ze een beetje van haar lief in zich zou hebben....een beetje Erwin in haar buik. 

Erwin zat naakt op de bank en zag hoe Iris heerlijk te werk ging, hoe zijn pik glom van haar speeksel. Hoe ze hem aftrok terwijl ze zijn ballen in haar mond nam. Ze likte zijn geschoren balzak, en nam één voor één een bal in haar mond. Zoog een beetje terwijl haar hand langzaam op en neer ging langs Erwins lul. En toen deed ze het weer.....er ging een schok door Edwins lijf toen Iris even het puntje van haar tong in Erwins kont stopte. En nog een keer deed ze het, dat voelde zo goed haar zachte natte tong tegen en in zijn kontgaatje. Hij had nooit gedacht dat dat zo lekker kon zijn. Iris was de eerste geweest die dat ooit gedurfd had. Hij genoot ervan, hij moest er bijna van gaan spuiten, en dat voelde Iris dus ze stopte daar even mee. Opnieuw nam ze zijn staaf in haar mond, nu zo diep mogelijk, en zo lang mogelijk. Ze was een artiest, vond Erwin. 

"Neuk me lieverd", zei Iris "ik wil je in mijn kut voelen voordat ik je slagroomspuit leeg ga maken in mijn mond" Iris ontdeed zich van haar dunne zomerjurkje, en twee naakte lichamen zaten op de bank van elkaar te genieten. Iris ging gehurkt met haar voeten op de bank boven Erwins pik zitten en liet zich langzaam naar beneden zakken, waardoor de hard kloppende lul in haar onderlichaam verdween. "Oooohhh lekker lief.." kreunde Iris, die hier de hele dag al naar uitgekeken had. Nu voerde zij het ritme een beetje op, steeds sneller ging ze in haar hurkhouding op en neer, en de mooie glimmende pik vond telkens zijn weg in haar natte kutje. "Nog niet klaarkomen hoor lief, ik wil je proeven," zei Iris toen ze Erwin steeds heftiger hoorde ademen. "Niet spuiten nog, lief". Iris voelde goed aan tot hoever ze kon gaan, ze stopte net op tijd. Ze stond recht op de bank en bracht haar natte kut naar de mond van haar minnaar. "Lik maar even dat is lekker" zei ze. Erwin bracht zijn tong bij Iris naar binnen en het voelde weer heerlijk. Nu draaide Iris zich om, ze zat nu met haar rug naar Erwin, ze leidde zijn pik weer naar haar kutje en liet Erwin het tempo bepalen. 

Eva heeft andere plannen. 

Het was rond half tien toen Eva en Virle op weg waren naar huis. Virle was ziek geworden en wilde niet langer stappen. "Ik ben ziek denk ik, ik ga mijn bed in, sorry Eva. Ik voel me echt niet lekker. Zal ik pa even vragen of hij je naar huis brengt." "Dat is goed hoor meid", had Eva gezegd "daar kan jij toch ook niets aan doen, het zou geweldig zijn als je pa mij even thuis kan afzetten. Niks aan te doen joh, gaan we toch gewoon volgende week dansen". 

Rond een uur of tien werd Eva door de vader van Virle thuis gebracht, je weet maar nooit tegenwoordig. Beter veilig thuis gebracht te worden dan in één of ander vervelend avontuur terecht te komen. Die stomme jochies denken alleen maar aan seks, seks en nog eens seks. Haar eerste sekservaring was haar niet goed bevallen, het domme joch had gewoon lopen kloten, was niet lief geweest en deed niks wat zij lekker zou vinden. Ze had vaak bij Erwin en haar moeder staan gluren als die weer eens bezig waren, die hadden wel een hoop pret, plezier en leken enorm te genieten altijd. Ze werd er altijd opgewonden van als ze eraan dacht hoe Erwin met die mooie grote lul haar moeder neukte. "Zouden ze al in bed liggen?", bedacht ze zichzelf toen ze de sleutel zachtjes in het slot van de voordeur stak. Ze dacht ook gelijk aan Erwin, ze vond hem lief, sympathiek, gevoelig, grappig en nog leuk om te zien ook. Ma had een goede smaak vond ze. Sinds Erwin bij haar in huis woonde ging het goed samen, ze lachten veel, hij hielp haar met van alles en nog wat. Met school, met rare vriendjes die moeilijk deden. Hij reed altijd voor de hockeyclub naar wedstrijden, haar vriendinnen vonden het een stoere kerel en ze hadden vooral veel lol samen. Hij was zo anders dan haar vader, veel leuker. Ze droomde ook wel eens over Erwin, hoe het zou zijn als hij met haar zou doen wat hij met haar moeder deed. Zo lief, zo geil...ze werd helemaal opgewonden van de gedachte toen ze de voordeur zachtjes achter zich dichttrok om die twee boven niet wakker te maken. 

Toen Eva haar jas op de kapstok had gehangen en haar moeilijke zittende maar mooie stapschoenen had uitgeschopt hoorde ze iets uit de woonkamer komen. "Oh ze zitten zeker nog tv te kijken," dacht ze en ze liep zwierend van plezier dat ze hen nog even kon spreken in haar dunne zomerjurkje door de gang. Toen hoorde ze geluiden die ze vaker, veel vaker had gehoord. "Ze zouden toch niet in de huiskamer aan ......" dacht ze zonder de zin af te maken. Zachtjes zonder geluid te maken liep ze op haar blote voeten naar de deur naar de huiskamer. Veel lampen waren niet aangestoken vanavond, een paar maar. Bij de bank een schemerlamp en boven de eettafel brandde nog een lamp. Maar het was licht genoeg voor Eva om goed te kunnen zien hoe haar moeder bovenop Erwin zat, met haar benen wijd, haar voeten op de bank. En ze zag glashelder hoe Erwins geile natte lul in en uit haar moeders kut schoof. Ze zag hoe haar mam haar ogen gesloten had van genot, en hijgde en kreunde. Ze hoorde hoe Erwin diep ademde, kreunde en zweette van de inspanning. "Jezus, wat geil" wilde ze zeggen....maar hield nog net haar mond. Ze bleef kijken, genieten van het uitzicht. Verlangend naar die harde lul van Erwin. Eva voelde hoe geil ze werd, ze begon zichzelf te strelen. Over haar borsten, ze voelde haar tepels hard worden. Ze voelde hoe nat ze werd, ze wilde iets in haar kutje. Ze tilde haar jurkje omhoog en voelde met haar rechterhand in haar slipje, ze was nat geworden. "Mmmmmm ja..." zei ze zachtjes. Ze schrok er zelf van. Ze wilde ook klaarkomen, ze had ze al zo vaak bezig gezien tijdens haar stiekeme gluurpartijtjes. Ze trok haar slipje uit en liet haar jurkje op de grond vallen, gooide haar bh erbij en stond naakt in de gang zichzelf te strelen. Ze MOEST klaarkomen kijkend naar haar lieve moeder en die lieve lieve schat van een Erwin. Ze stopte twee vingers in haar kutje en stond zichzelf kijkend naar het neukende naakte paar op de bank te vingeren. 

"Ik ga zo spuiten" zei Erwin, dat was het teken voor Iris om zichzelf van Erwins pik te bevrijden. Ze moest en zou zijn zaad proeven, ze wilde de volle lading in haar mond. "Oooh jezus lief ik ga zo hard klaarkomen" kreunde Erwin. "Ik wil je proeven spuit alles in mijn mond", zei Iris die hier de hele dag al op had zitten wachten, warm zaad in haar mond. Ze ging naast Erwin op de bank zitten en hield haar mond op tegen de paars aangelopen eikel van Erwins natte pik. Terwijl ze hem aftrok en hem af en toe afzoog, en hem likte alsof hij een lollie was, wachtte ze geduldig op wat komen zou. "Aaaaaahhhh jaaaa lekker...." kreunde Erwin terwijl de eerste straal zaad op Iris gezicht landde, ze pakte de lul beter vast en richt de volgende straal precies in haar mond, en de volgende golf wit zaad ook...en weer. Erwin schokte met zijn hele lichaam, hierdoor kwam er weer een kwak zaad op Iris gezicht en miste haar mond volledig. En nog een straal zaad vloog naar binnen. "Jeeeezus" riep Erwin alsof er geen einde aankwam aan dat orgasme, en het pijn ging doen. Nog een laatste stuiptrekking en een laatste druppel zaad verliet de grote paarse kop van Erwins gesloopte lul. 

Eva had een prima uitzicht op het tafreel en zag hoe haar moeder van Erwins lul kroop toen hij had geroepen dat hij zo zou gaan spuiten. Hoe ze naast hem was gaan zitten en zijn lul in haar mond had genomen, hoe ze wachtte op die klodders geil die hij zou gaan spuiten. Ze was er zo geil van geworden. Toen haar moeder zei dat ze al zijn zaad in haar mond wilde proeven, dat had ze nooit eerder gehoord. Het wond haar vreselijk op, en ze kwam dichter en dichter bij een orgasme al vingerend, al kijken naar de twee waar ze zo vreselijk veel van hield. Ze zag hoe Erwin met zijn hele lichaam begon te schokken, en hoe hij het bijna uitgeschreeuwd had toen zijn eerste geil op haar moeders gezicht terecht kwam. Wat een geil gezicht hoe haar moeder al dat zaad in haar mond opving. Hoe zou dat smaken, dat wilde ze ook wel eens proeven. Met die gedachte aan Erwins geile sperma in haar mond kwam Eva ook klaar....zachtjes kreunde ze, en haar knieen begonnen te knikken, ze kon nauwelijks nog staan. Ze had nooit zo'n heftig orgasme beleeft, het geil spuitte uit haar kut zo op de grond in de gang. Ze schrok er een beetje van, maar ze vond het heerlijk...ze kon niet meer staan en moest op haar knieen gaan zitten, al knielend zichzelf nog steeds vingerend kwam ze hijgend klaar spuitend en wel. Haar hele lichaam schokte en ze had nauwelijks nog controle. Ze hijgde zwaar en kreunde zachtjes. Toen zag ze de laatste stralen sperma in haar moeders mond verdwijnen....en ze zag hoe ze alles doorslikte. 

Verrassing van de avond. 

"Eva? Ben jij dat?" vroeg Iris naar de bekende weg terwijl ze de slierten sperma van haar gezicht veegde met een doekje. "Heb je weer staan kijken lieverd? Vond je het ook zo lekker? Is helemaal niet erg hoor schatje" zei ze tegen haar dochter die zich zo betrapt voelde dat ze niks kon zeggen. "Kom maar lief, kom er maar gezellig bij. We weten allang dat je af en toe eens meekijkt als Erwin en ik aan het vrijen zijn, geeft niks hoor." 

"Maar, maar....." zei Eva nog steeds geschrokken. "Eva, niks aan de hand joh. Je hoeft je nergens voor te schamen ofzo. Iedereen is nieuwsgierig op jou leeftijd. Als we het vervelend hadden gevonden hadden we er allang wat van gezegd" zei Erwin. "We wilden ons er alleen nooit mee bemoeien omdat het blijkbaar jou keus is om naar ons te kijken, als jij er maar plezier aan beleeft is het toch goed? Vond je het lekker om te kijken?" vroeg Erwin. Toen stapte Eva verlegen de huiskamer in. Iris en Erwin hadden nog helemaal niet gezien dat Eva ook naakt was omdat ze in het donker van de gang stond. "Ja ik vond het geil om jullie bezig te zien," zei ze toen maar een beetje stoer om zich een houding te geven. "Jeetje Eva, wat ben je toch een mooie meid geworden", zei Erwin. "Vind je?" vroeg ze terug, "ik ben veel te dik joh?" "Je bent prachtig en dat weet je best, alle jongens lopen met weg," zei Erwin. "Ja maar die jongens zijn stom en sukkels. Die zijn niet als jij."

"Hoe bedoel je?" vroeg Iris, "Die jongens zijn niet zo lief als Erwin, die zijn bot en willen niet wat ik wil. Ik wil wat Erwin doet met jou. Ik hou ook van Erwin net als jij mam. Alleen mag ik het niet laten zien." "Ach meisje toch, kom eens bij je mamma" zei Iris. Het was een rare scene, drie naakte mensen die vreselijk veel van elkaar houden in een soort vreemde grouphug op de bank. 

Eva doorbrak de stilte: "Ik wil ook proeven hoe dat smaakt". "Wat wil je proeven schat?" vroeg Iris. "Wat Erwin net in jou mond spoot mam...dat wil ik ook" Daar had Iris nooit rekening mee gehouden, Erwin had er vaak stiekem over gedroomd en nu kwam Eva met het voorstel. Erwins lul begon weer te groeien aan de gedachte dat Eva hem ging pijpen, en misschien wel meer. "Dan mag jij eens kijken Mam, zoals ik de laatste jaren gedaan heb...." zei Eva giechelend. En eigenlijk zonder toestemming te vragen pakte Eva de nog net niet harde pik van Erwin in haar hand. " Jezus wat een heerlijke geile avond" zei Iris voordat ze er erg in had. Ze had zelf ook fantasieen gehad waarbij haar dochter geneukt werd door de liefde van haar leven. Gewoon omdat het vertrouwd is, en omdat iedereen van elkaar houdt. Zou die fantasie nu werkelijkheid worden. Ze wilde ook wel een proeven hoe andere vrouwen smaakten, zou ze het durven om het kutje van haar dochter te likken?