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George

By: Fred09



Yes, several times, I have paid for sex. I am not always ready for the gay-bar scene or the peepshow shops and when I want sex, I want it now!! and not maybe-I'll- score-later. In addition to be in control of time, I can ask for what I want. And maybe additionally, I may have a little less of a guilt feeling that serious secretive Bi male-sex tends to create in my otherwise happy marriage. 

When that craving for instant male-sex hits me, it is time to call George. I have been seeing George for approximately 10 years now and as a result of my frequent visits, it should be obvious that we know each other intimately. Yes, we have had some fantastic times.

You look at George and there is no doubt…he is gay but in a masculine way. He takes very good care of himself, he is in fantastic physical shape, the result of minimal 3 visits per week to the gym but he is not "over"-muscular, he is always tanned but more important, he is a very nice guy. George has a very refined taste. His dimly lighted apartment is beautifully decorated. Not necessarily my taste (lots of black velour) but it is very clear that George spends a lot of time, money and energy in selecting furniture, paintings, carpets and various other decorative items. In addition, the apartment features a state of the art home theater. An enormous collection of audio CD's is available as is an enormous collection of gay videos. 

I'll ask George to meet me at the door in our "uniform". Our uniform is a blazer-type shirt and the smallest size g-string imaginable which he has available in all different colors. My uniform will be in the bathroom where, immediately upon arrival I'll clean up. I usually bring a bottle of wine. While opening the bottle he'll be unzipping me and assists me undressing. After my short visit to the bathroom, I'll lie down on the couch "in uniform" while he starts touching my ankles and legs sitting on the floor close to me. He may give me some new gay magazines to read while his fingers are working their way up my legs. Usually, I am half erect already coming out of the bathroom. There is no way that the g-string that he left for me to wear, holds my dick inside. He knows that I love my balls to be tickled and he spends an awful lot of time doing that. He spends so much time playing with me, that I start feeling guilty not doing anything to him and I start feeling him up. I know he is hard and oozes pre.cum. He is very self-conscious about his less than average cock size and he will try to get harder by using his hand (always his left hand, although he is right-handed). I usually stop him because I know that he likes my touch. Frankly, I would have preferred a bit bigger schlong but what he misses in size he makes up with his "Golden" hands tickling and playing with my balls. From the couch we eventually end up on an enormous over-sized bed, after he has taken his time to fully undress me and I have fully undressed him. He then starts giving my dick a serious work out. Because he knows me so well he knows when to slow down. I am blessed, in that I can be hard for hours and be played with, without cumming. I don't kiss but like to be sucked. Let me tell you….George knows how to suck. 

After he has given me all this attention, it's my turn to give him some attention. I push him back on his back and then pull him back to me so that my dick is buried in his crack. We always pretend that I am going to penetrate him but that has never happened or I should say almost never, because on one occasion, I think I almost raped him by accident. He certainly cried out in agony. 

I can now freely play with him and I am using a lot of the baby oil that he has used on me. It will take a while for him to come this way. I know he loves this position where he moves his ass to feel my schlong in his crack and against his bum hole. But…, the way for George to "CUM!!" almost violently and quick, is for me to sit on him. He loves to kiss my ass and penetrate my hole with his tongue. Somehow, this position doesn't do much for me, although lately, I must admit, I appear to be more sensitive there than a few years ago. I know, however, that he absolutely loves to rim me. When he gets close, I go back to the previous position so I can watch his face. It is almost as if he becomes delirious. He starts whispering my name and promises me that he is mine and that he'll do anything I want. He wants to be my slave, he'll love me forever... well, we know what it is to reach the edge. He cums in a big, big way. His arms hit the bed with a force that is almost frightening. It's not over quickly either. The orgasmic spasms last for quite some time. After it's over and he is back to a semi-normal condition, he'll go to the bathroom to clean up. I usually go with him because his dick (uncut) and balls look so beautiful after he cums. They're in a total perfect proportion and balance. It always reminds me of Michelangelo's statue of David's penis I usually compliment him on how beautiful he looks after orgasm. The answer is a timid, shy smile. 

Fred

George



There was a heavy downpour of rain falling on the city. Jimmy and Williams stepped out of the revolving doors of the cinema house where for the past two hours they'd been watching the latest Brad Pitt flick. Jimmy was wearing his favourite Raiders jacket and together he and his lover stood under the eaves of the theatre building and waited for a taxi to drive past. They soon found one, flagged it down and then hurried under the rain's onslaught to jump inside of it. Williams gave the driver their address, who then put the vehicle into gear and drove off at a reduced speed.

"Boy, look at what the rain's done to you," Jimmy ran his fingers through his lover's hair.

"Well you don't look so pretty anymore, Mary Poppins." They both shared laughter. They leaned their faces closer and shared a kiss. 

The driver watched the two of them canoodling in the back seat of his vehicle. Their hands touched and groped each other while their lips were still interlocked in a kiss; the background noise was of heavy rain still pelting the rooftop and windscreen of the vehicle. This wasn't the driver's first time picking up gay lovers in his car. Though he was straight, but sometimes he couldn't help but feel turned on from watching play with themselves as these two were doing right now.

The two lover's lips came apart and they smiled at each other sensuously. Jimmy rubbed his index finger playfully on Williams' lips. Williams took his finger into his mouth and sucked and rolled his tongue it as if it was his love tool; their hands felt over each other's crotch, feeling the erection that lay hidden inside their jeans struggling to jump out.

Jimmy licked his lips and whispered: "I want to suck you first."

Williams cast a cautious eye at the driver. Jimmy noticed the driver's eyes staring at them through his reflection mirror.

"Don't worry about me, boys." The driver smiled at them. "You two go ahead and do your thing. I don't mind; it's a free world, after all."

The lovers seemed to relax after he said this and went on with what they were about to do. The taxi took a left turn and suddenly became stuck in traffic. The cab driver swore under his breath but took solace in watching through his mirror. His eyes flew open as Jimmy unzipped his lover's jeans, unearthed his throbbing erection out of his boxer shorts and began sucking him. Williams caressed his lover's head while Jimmy's mouth bobbed up and down and salivated over his cock.

"Aaww ... Aaawww ... yes. Oh yes, suck me off." Williams moaned and sucked air through his teeth. He felt a hot stirring in his loins as Jimmy twirled his tongue over the mushroom head of his cock. The cab driver adjusted his front mirror to be more focused on them. He unbuckled his pants, took out his cock, wet his hand with saliva, and began stroking his shaft. His eyes flicked back and forth from the traffic and the pouring rain to the lovers in the back seat. As the oral delight went on, so also his hand went up and down on his erection.

Jimmy went on sucking his lovers cock with relish, his mouth slobbered over his rod till eventually Williams' body became tensed with excitement. He pressed a hand down on the back of his head, wanting him to increase his sucking, which he did. 

"Ohh shit!" Williams gasped aloud in the interior of the cab. "Oh shit, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"

Jimmy didn't relinquish his mouth as his lover blew his load of juice into his mouth. Jimmy gobbled up everything, licked up the tiny droplets that still seeped off the tip of his cock. When he was through, he gave his lover's cock on final kiss before coming up for air. Williams held his lover's face in his hands and kissed him with so much passion. He tasted his own semen on his lover's tongue but was unmindful of it; he even loved the taste, just as he too would willingly suck and swallow his lover's load anytime and anyplace. 

"I love you, Williams." Jimmy half whispered.

"I love you too, Jimmy." The reply came with another lengthy kiss.

Williams crossed a leg over and straddled Jimmy on the seat while their lips remained kissing. Jimmy's hands cradled and groped Williams' ass from behind his jeans. The cab driver all the while had watched them while his hand fervently went on stroking his cock. He half shut his eyes and began to moan as his jerking was now reaching fever pitch. His moans turned to a sudden groan as he ejaculated semen on the legs of his pants and also on the floor mat. His face flushed as he realised the two lovers had been observing him all the while, and though was relieved that they didn't give him the evil eye at his watching them. Outside the downpour continued to hammer down on the city relentlessly.

An hour went by before the snail trail of the traffic began to ease along forward on the street. Another hour went past before the taxi drove into the quiet neighbourhood where they lived; the rain's downpour had simmered down somewhat. Williams settled the fare and as well thanked the driver for allowing them the use of his back seat. The driver told him no problem, and then drove off. They hurried across the street to where their apartment building stood. 

Into the lobby they went and up the stairs to the second floor where their apartment was. The apartment felt suddenly warm the moment they stepped inside. They helped each other out of their wet clothes and then took a shower together -- this was something they almost always did every day. They did a little bit of romping as they took turns sponging each other's body before washing and then drying themselves up. 

Williams went into the kitchen to cook up some grub; it was too bad they couldn't go out and order a pizza or something. He made them a hot plate of spaghetti and carried it to the bedroom where Jimmy was.

Jimmy lay on the bed checking through a handful of mails that had been lying in wait outside their apartment door. He was flipping through them with a disapproving look on his face. Bills ... bills ... bills ... wait a minute." His hand stopped on an envelope; a look of happiness lighted his features. "Hold the phone -- it a letter from George. My God, I can't believe it. After all these years, he's finally gotten in touch with me."

Williams dropped the hot plate on a side table, a curious frown on his face. "Who's George?"

"An old buddy of mine I haven't seen since college." His hands ripped the envelope and a two-page letter fell out. He picked it up and his eyes did a quick scan of it. "My God, wouldn't you know. He says he's planning on coming here on Friday. You're going to like him once you meet him."

"What kind of fellow is he?"

"He's a nice guy, easy-going and funny. Back in college we shared the same dorm room. Hung out a lot of times till his parents took him to Europe and I lost touch with him. Here, he even wrote down his phone number." He stopped to glance out the window. "It's kind of late right now. Might as well make the call when I get to the office tomorrow."

"Come," Williams said. "Let's eat before the dinner gets cold."

Williams didn't sleep much that night. His mind was filled with the thought of this his lover's old friend George coming between their lives. Though he couldn't picture what he looked like, but that didn't stop him from being a bit nervous about it. He was so afraid of losing Jimmy, and even when he figured he ought not be worried about such things -- the added fact that they'd been with each other getting on to three years now -- still wasn't enough for him to shake off his doubt. And he didn't know why, why he always had such an uneasy feeling whenever it comes to Jimmy. There have been times when Jimmy had gone off for work and he'd remained coped up in the apartment and he'd be worrying his head off for nothing concerning Jimmy. He knew without a doubt how much Jimmy loved him ... but sometimes he couldn't help but wonder.

He snuggled himself closer to the sleeping form that was his lover and forced his eyes to close shut for the night.

The day that was Friday eventually arrived without fanfare. Williams had been out all day auditioning for a local theatre production and didn't return home till it was almost five. He entered the apartment and heard laughter coming from within. His heart did triple jumps when he looked at his watch and recalled Jimmy's old friend George whom had been expecting to arrive today. He went into the bedroom and found Jimmy there with some other stranger; they had been sharing a joke before we walked in on them.  

"Hi there Will," Jimmy came over and hugged him, giving him a kiss on his cheek. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming home anymore. How did the audition thing go?"

"Swell. I think I've got a shot at landing a lead role." 

Williams was speaking to him, and yet his eyes were focused on the stranger who sat languidly on a chair at the other side of the bed. His eyes too were on Williams. He rose from the chair and approaching them, smiling. He was an inch or two taller than Jimmy, slim with long legs. His face was angular and he had a growth of moustache under his nose. His shirt was folded up to his elbows. When Jimmy introduced him to Williams, he noticed a star tattoo with in insignia on his arm.

"Jimmy's been telling me nice things about you," he said. 

"He told me the two of you knew each other back in college."

"Yeah, those were the good old days. Parents moved to England and decided to ship me along for the ride. I got in touch with an old acquaintance of ours back in London and it he who told me how to get in touch with him."

Later when George had settled in, Williams inquired about his days growing up in England.

"It was boring. Really boring. Lousy weather and the folks can't speak any decent English, even though they created the damn language. I was lonely over there. Times I felt like running away and coming back, except I couldn't swim."

Williams decided to tread carefully when he asked about his love life over there. From all indication he couldn't tell if really George was one of them or still in the closet. Jimmy hadn't mentioned anything regarding that and the last thing he wanted was to spook their guest.

"I've had my share of lovers," George answered airily. "Some come and some go. Good ones though are hard to find. They break your heart so easily."

The three of them went out to a night club that evening. By the time they returned to the apartment, the three of them well enough inebriated, Williams felt unequivocally relaxed with George's presence. They stripped before each other, showered, and then fell to bed; George lay in their middle.

That night Williams felt someone's hands pressing against thigh. He hadn't completely gone to sleep yet but the more he felt the hand's pressure made him come wide awake. George's nose was inches from his; his lips fell open and they kissed. They were still kissing even as Jimmy leaned over them, wanting to get a share. The three of them exchanged tongues with each other; their hands fondled and grasped each other's body and erection.

Williams came and positioned himself between their legs, stroking their erection while the two of them moaned in each other's lips. Williams licked the head of their cocks one at a time before opening his mouth wide to consume each. He made a grunting sound as he jammed their cocks further into his mouth all the way to his throat before coming up gasping for air; he loved the taste of pre-cum oozing out of the mushroom tip of their cock. George pressed his head down on his shaft and Williams went ahead bobbing his head up and down, filled with the excitement it gave him as he attacked their balls.

"Uhhh ...Awww ..." George and Jimmy moaned almost in tandem. 

"I want to get fucked right now," George nearly pleaded.

George rested his legs on Williams' shoulder who came forward, seeing his gaping hole waiting for his cock to dive in. He licked his fingers and then rubbed them over the head of his cock, wanting to get better lubricated, and then gently inserted it into his lover's friend's asshole. He fucked him for a couple of minutes, loving the tight feel of his ass. Williams eased his cock back out for a moment before plunging it back, making George cry out. Jimmy knelt beside him stroking his cock which he then offered to his hungry mouth. George made muffled grunts as he sucked on his old friend's cock while Williams went on hammering him.

Williams pulled out and knelt before him, sucking his cock while Jimmy came and crouched behind him and began fucking him that way. Williams had his mouth wrapped tight around George's cock and he was grunting in his throat as his lover went ahead pounding him from behind, smacking his ass while he did. The feeling was beyond mere ecstasy.

"Oh yeah ... yeah, fuck me like that!"

Jimmy gave him exactly what he desired. 

They switched places later as Jimmy came and straddled his old friend's cock while Williams stood before them, offering his cock to his lover. Eventually Williams gave a sharp cry, announced that he was about to cum. He began fucking Jimmy's mouth hard and fast till finally he shot his wad over his face. Jimmy was still bouncing over George's cock while Williams lay beside them gasping; his cock speedily growing limp from the experience even though he was still very much excited by it all. George pulled his cock out of his Jimmy's ass and made deep grunts as sperm shot from the tip of his cock over the back of Jimmy's ass; Williams came over and licked his juice off his lover's ass. 

"Come now," Jimmy muttered, breathing heavy as his hand held his still hardened cock. "I want to shoot myself over the both of you."

George and Williams knelt before him like dutiful servants waiting for the moment. Williams sucked his cock whereas George nibbled over his balls. Thick semen shot out of Jimmy's cock and landed on their faces. They licked semen off each other's face and then shared a lengthy kiss.

The morning sun was less than two hours by the time they snuggled against each other and fell asleep.



George



NOTE -- I've written several stories and have received many generous comments; also many kind letters. I want to thank each of my loyal readers and welcome newcomers. My only reason for writing stories is to bring enjoyment to the reader. It gives me great pleasure to think of you masturbating to them. 

*

My maternal grandfather died at the ripe old age of eighty and I attended his funeral along with my mother Maureen. Granddad owned a fifteen hundred acre farm south of Hawkinsville, Georgia. After the funeral Mom and I drove Granny home where Mom's four sisters and three brothers joined us. We ate a late lunch from the mountains of food neighbors and friends had brought to the house.

We'd been there barely an hour before the tension erupted into arguments among the siblings. It's not possible for Mom's family to all get together at once without fighting and the funeral of their father was no exception. For some reason my grandparents seemed to encourage the familial hostility, forever pitting one child against another, and because of this war zone I'd never been close to any of Mom's family. Mom dreaded each visit to the farm, only making obligatory visits one Sunday a month. She never dreaded them more than I did.

As the cutting remarks escalated into yelling and screaming curses at each other, I put my suit coat and tie in the car and decided to wander the paths that crisscrossed the farm. As I started down a path near the house a voice call to me and I turned. It was my Uncle George, Mom's youngest brother. Forty-two years old with premature salt and pepper hair, his mischievous sense of fun was more typical of someone much younger than him and totally alien to Mom's family. He had a stunning smile and personality, a firm muscled body from the marathons he ran, and he was the only one of Mom's siblings I'd ever liked. He seemed to be the only one who couldn't be baited into the family arguments and I hated he rarely came home to the farm except Thanksgiving and Christmas. He was a radio disc jockey for a light rock station in Memphis and loved his life there.

"Ryan, I see you've got the right idea. You're going for a walk, right?"

I nodded. He'd changed into jeans and a Titans tee shirt with Nikes. I suddenly wished I had a comfortable change of clothes. At any rate the suit pants and dress shoes weren't too bad and I hoped with any luck I'd be headed home to Macon before dark. I had my cell phone so Mom could call me when she got ready to leave. George was at my side as we walked down a path that led to the barn where corn was stored.

"Goddamn, I can't stand to come to this place. I hate Hawkinsville, I hate Pulaski County, shit, I hate the whole fucking state of Georgia." George laughed. "It's like being in fucking Afghanistan or Korea. There's a constant fight over who's going to inherit what, if the farm's going to be sold so they can divide the profits, and Daddy always threatened to leave the farm to only one son so it would stay intact."

"Do you think he really did that?"

"Probably; he was a total bastard and it would have been just like him to have done it. We'll see when the will gets read tomorrow."

"Tomorrow!?? What the fuck? I sure as hell am not going to stay with this goddamn bunch of whackos overnight!"

"Don't worry; Maureen said she's leaving and will come back in the morning for the big moment in the lawyer's office at ten."

"I'm not coming with her."

"Aren't you interested?" he grinned.

"I don't give a shit what they do with this place as long as he didn't leave me any of it."

"Honestly, I don't give a shit either. I've got way more money than I'd ever get out of this place after it got divided between Mama and eight children. And it's going to be worth even less after the lawyers get their piece of it. They're all threatening to sue each other if they don't get what they want."

"Isn't there something you want, anything?" I teased. "Granddad was worth several million dollars."

"Daddy's assets were tied up in this goddamn farm and in this economy we'll never get what its worth. Plus, he'd taken out a five hundred thousand dollar loan to upgrade the farm equipment, the tractors, the watering system, put in this year's crops, and lots more. If he hadn't been so fucking stingy he'd have started replacing all that shit a little bit at the time instead of waiting until it was all falling apart and then doing it all at once. And the son of a bitch did it when he was fucking seventy nine years old. I swear to God he did it deliberately so we couldn't get rid of this shithole. Mama and the rest of them are all pissed because they're afraid they may get stuck keeping this place running for a few more years and not one of them wants to do it."

I laughed. "Maybe he made good on his threat and left it to one of the boys, maybe you George."

He chuckled. "Dad wasn't that stupid. He knew if it was left to me I'd ditch the motherfucking place as soon as I got it no matter what kind of loss I took."

"So who do you think is the lucky one?"

He snorted. "I hope its Wendell. That prick's just like Daddy, a thieving bastard, a pathological liar, and a cheapskate. The thing is Wendell doesn't want it now because he owns those three restaurants he's laundering money through. Still, I hope he gets stuck with it just so he'll go through the hell he's always rained down on the rest of us."

Wendell was the oldest son and thought he was a financial wizard. Instead he was a brainless turd. He'd always treated his younger siblings like scum and every one of them hated him. He'd had several failed businesses until he bought the restaurants. Mom said Wendell's used the restaurants not only to launder illegal money but to siphon money from Granddad's estate.

The second son, Randall, was a Methodist minister with a gambling habit and eight kids on his third wife. I've always thought he had early dementia and he definitely didn't seem like the best choice unless Granddad's plan was for the farm to evaporate into Las Vegas slot machines along with alimony and child support payments. Mom always said Randall was nothing but a con artist and had only become a minister to stay out of debtor's prison and also because it pissed Granddad off.

George had never married and although he was incredibly masculine with the requisite deep voice, male pursuits, and a sports fanatic, behind his back his brothers and sisters referred to him as 'the faggot'. In my personal opinion the cruel jokes about the mystery of his sexual preferences were not because he'd never married but because he didn't pay thousands of dollars every month in alimony and child support like they did. Even the girls had lost money on marriages because they were rich and they married men with no money. Every one of them had been married several times, spent a fortune every month paying for it, and now they were all bat shit crazy. What made them even more hostile was Granny doted on George all his life; he was her favorite child and it was a bitter pill that Granddad had hated him and called George 'his mother's queer son'. Granddad's real problem with George was he made six hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year as a DJ and had never made less than two hundred and fifty thousand a year since he was twenty-four. He didn't need Granddad's money and hadn't been under his thumb like his other children.

"You don't think he'd leave it to one of the girls?" I asked.

"Hell no, Daddy always said once the girls got married they were their husband's responsibility and that no goddamn son would ever get his hands on this place."

As much as I didn't like Granddad I grudgingly agreed with his sentiments. Between Mom and her sisters Madeline, Louise, Carol, and Alice they had nineteen marriages. Mom was the only one who didn't have children by each husband and that was only because her Fallopian tubes had been destroyed by the venereal disease Dad had given her after one of his pussy escapades. In my opinion between the five girls they might have one working brain.

George stopped suddenly. "Listen to those birds, Ryan. That's the only thing I miss about this place; nature and the peace in these woods."

We walked in silence for awhile listening to the birds and the sounds of the woods. I agreed with George, the farm was wonderful when you got away from the people on it. We were walking down a path that led to one of six ponds on the farm.

"Do you see Vick a lot?" he asked.

"Sure. He lives in Atlanta now and works in management for the Braves."

"Not that he needs to work. Vick was the lucky son. His parents own a piece of Coca-Cola so he's never needed money. He didn't have to put up with Daddy's shit."

I laughed. "Remember how Dad was always doing stuff to piss Granddad off? You remember when he placed the full page ad in the Atlanta Journal that the farm was for sell?"

We both burst out laughing.

"I'm surprised Daddy didn't die of a stroke the minute he saw it in the paper. It's a good thing Vick and Maureen were in the middle of their divorce and there was no real evidence to prove he did it."

"Yeah, Dad never outright admitted to me he was the one responsible until a couple of years ago. Before that he'd just grin and you knew he did it but he'd still deny it."

"Vick's sense of humor can be vicious. Did he tell you about the time he and I fucked a waitress together?"

"Yeah, he told me last year when he'd had too much to drink. He has a picture on his mantle of the two of you deep sea fishing and when he was telling me about the trip for the hundredth time, he slipped up and told me about the waitress at the dock bar. He went on and on for about an hour, how you two fucked her at the same time, you in her ass and him in her pussy."

"I'll bet you liked that story, didn't you? You probably still jack off to that fantasy, huh?" he grinned. "Do you get a lot of pussy, Ryan? I'll bet you're just like Vick".

I was a bit startled by his question. This conversation was the first time George had mentioned sex to me. We'd laughed and joked about a lot of things in the past but never about women or sex. Of course I wouldn't have been offended if we had. My father's brother Larry talked about sex all the time when it was just guys around. Dad and Larry were pretty open about sexual matters, bragging about their conquests and always pointing out some girl they thought would give me a good fuck. Of course the talk was more open because he and Mom were divorced. She has a stick up her ass about sex and Dad cautioned me that man talk was just for men, never to talk like that in front of Mom or other girls.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you Ryan. I was just wondering how your love life's coming along at nineteen. I know your dad's a real horn dog. I'm sorry Maureen and Vick busted up but it had to happen. He chased after every pussy he could get his cock in."

"You didn't embarrass me, George; and I've been getting plenty of pussy since I was fourteen."

"Fourteen! Fucking A! That's young. I didn't get any until I was sixteen."

George pulled aside some overgrown bushes and led us into a hidden path I hadn't followed in years. I don't think many people knew it was there because normally Granddad had kept the paths clear for use. This one he'd obviously forgotten. It led through the woods aimlessly and came out at the peanut field after about a mile or so. The peanut field had a dirt road leading to it for the truck so I'd always figured that was why this path had been abandoned. Surprisingly, the path behind the bushes was still smooth and easy to follow. We walked along it for a few minutes and I was amazed at how beautiful it all was.

"You got a girlfriend now, Ryan?"

"No, I don't want to get tied down right now. What about you? You got a girlfriend, George?"

He grinned. "Yes and no. When I get tired of Debbie all I have to do is let the air out and put her back in her box. You get my drift?"

"Oh, yeah," I laughed. "A buddy of mine has an inflatable girlfriend. He let me borrow her once."

"That's all? You didn't want to keep her permanently?"

"Not in my house with the maids. Besides, I get enough real live pussy to satisfy myself. I average one or two fucks a week."

He whistled. "No, shit; married men don't get it that regular, dude."

"I'm a college student. I get lots of opportunities. I take it you don't get pussy that regular, huh? But you do get it sometimes, don't you?"

He chuckled. "I'm not complaining."

I snickered. "Right, I mustn't forget about Debbie. And of course you jack off every day, too."

He burst out laughing. "Oh, I manage to keep my balls from turning blue. And you know how it is; no matter how often he fucks, a guy still has to beat his meat regular, too; there's something about your hand that can never be replaced."

"Truer words have never been spoken."

"How many times a day do you do it?" he asked.

"How many times a day do you do it?" I countered.

"I'm forty-two remember? I only do it once a day usually and sometimes I go a couple of days and don't masturbate at all. It's not like when I was your age. Shit man, I flogged the log three, four times every goddamn day."

I laughed. "And that's about how much I do it, too."

"You're a full time college student and you just said you fuck girls a couple of times a week. When do you find the time to fuck these girls, keep up with your studies, and still masturbate four goddamn times a day?"

I sensed a subtle change in George. This conversation was turning him on. I glanced down at his crotch and could definitely see an erect penis in his jeans.

"Come on, George; don't go dense on me now. A horny guy always finds a way even if you've got to shoot your wad in your pants. I've done it a few times. But normally I jack off in the morning when I get up, in the library bathroom between my ten o'clock and one o'clock classes; when I get home at four, before I go to sleep; and sometimes I wake up with a hard on in the middle of the night and I do it again."

"You do that every day?"

"Of course not; it's fun but too much of a good thing can get boring. Usually it's just in the morning when I wake up and then again at night when I go to bed. If I look at porn on the computer I'll do it again. But sometimes I like to save it up over a couple of days and then see how long I can tease my dick before I cum. The orgasm's a blast."

"That's called edging in case you don't know. So how many times have you done it today?"

I grinned at him. "I haven't done it today; haven't done it in three days."

He swallowed hard and it was obvious.

"Oh, really? Shit, you must be horny as hell right now. No wonder you came to the woods," he laughed. "Don't let me cramp your style."

I snickered. "I think I can survive it."

"Let's stop here, I need to pee."

We stopped and George unzipped his jeans. I turned away to give him some privacy. I don't watch guys take a piss; man's unwritten rule of urinals. Keep your eyes facing forward and never look at the guy next to you.

"What do you think of this one?" he asked in a husky whisper.

"Of this what?" I asked, pretty sure what he was asking.

"What do you think of my cock, Ryan?" he asked softly.

I turned and he had his dick in his hand. It was hard; uncircumcised and thick as a beer can, maybe eight inches long. As I watched nervously, George began to slide the foreskin back and forth over the glans, shiny purple now with a pearl of precum on the tip.

"You like what you see?"

I looked into his eyes and saw his undisguised lust. His cheeks were flushed and a sexual heat seemed to glow from him.

"You seem a little horny, George."

"I am; I used to take this path into these woods when I was a teenager so I could get naked and jack off. I like to cum outdoors."

I felt very uncomfortable. I've been straight all my life, never been with another guy, and never even jacked off with another guy like in so many porn stories. I wasn't sure if George just wanted to jack off here in the woods or if he wanted more. Suddenly I was pretty sure the family gossip about him was right.

"Would you like me to leave and give you some privacy? I can wait for you further up the path."

He continued to slowly masturbate while he looked into my eyes. I repeatedly glanced between his hard cock and his eyes and he knew it. He smiled seductively and stepped closer to me.

"No, Ryan, that's not what I want. What I want is for you to strip naked and jack off with me here in these woods. I want to watch your naked ass jack off while I shoot my own load."

Without waiting for my answer George dropped his jeans to the ground and pulled his tee shirt over his head. He pushed off his Nikes and socks and was completely naked before me. I swallowed hard and he saw me do it. George's body was in perfect shape, a small patch of hair between his nipples and around his belly button with a thin treasure trail leading into a thick forest of pubic hair. There was a light dusting of hair on his legs. His cock stood erect, jerking up and down by itself, and he kept looking into my eyes. I returned his unrelenting gaze but still kept glancing down at his hard cock.

"Please, Ryan, don't make me beg. I know you're straight and I'm bisexual. You could destroy me with the family if they knew about this but I can't stand it. You're don't know how goddamn gorgeous you are and I masturbate right here on this path every time I come home; just like I did almost every day before I left here. I just want to see you naked and watch you jack off. Please."

I looked into his dark brown eyes and then again at his naked body. No matter what I'd always considered my sexual preference, I couldn't deny George was stunning. If I wasn't attracted to him then why was my dick rock hard in my pants? I made a quick decision and before I could change my mind I stripped naked. I wasn't as big as George, not as thick and my dick was only six inches when fully erect. I've got dark blond hair and except for the bush of curly hairs in my crotch and the same under my arms, my body is hairless.

"Fuck, your body looks beautiful, Ryan. It's just like Vick's," he said in a deep husky voice.

I felt free and liberated, naked in the openness of the woods. My balls ached from needing to ejaculate and my cock throbbed. It was pouring precum and I rubbed it over the glans, teasing George. I grinned at him as I watched sweat break out on his face.

"You want my cock, don't you?"

George stepped close to me, we faced each other, and I literally felt the body heat between us, our cocks only a fraction of an inch apart. His face and chest were flushed and I didn't think he would last much longer but he stopped his jacking off and put his face close to my neck.

"You're goddamn right I want it. Now show me your asshole, okay? I want to see all of you."

At this point in the action I no longer cared. Since I was in diapers no one had ever seen my asshole except the doctor who gave me my college entry physical. Now I was going to let George see it and I knew in my heart that if he wanted to touch it, to touch any part of my body, that I was going to let him.

"How do you want me to do this?" I asked.

"Hold on to that pine tree trunk and lean over."

I did as he asked. I turned my head to watch him and George knelt behind me, his hot hands spreading my ass open. All of a sudden he pressed his face into my ass and I felt wet heat as his tongue licked and probed my asshole. My mind, my whole body exploded in a sexual frenzy like I'd never felt before.

"I'm gonna cum," I moaned.

Without even being touched, my cock started to jerk, ready to ejaculate as George quickly turned my body around to face him. He sucked my cock into his wet mouth and I felt his tongue push at the tiny opening. I couldn't stand it anymore and would have collapsed but for his strong arms, his hands pressed against my ass. I grabbed his head with my hands and fucked his face as my cock exploded and my hot semen blasted into his mouth. I'd never cum so much before and out of the blue I understood why Dad and Larry were addicted to sex. I didn't want this sexual encounter to ever end; it was the most fantastic orgasm of my life. Finally, my nuts empty, every muscle in my body seemed to disintegrate and I was weak as a kitten. George gently lowered me to the ground into the leaves and sat on my chest, his knees straddling my face.




George



"Come on, Ryan, watch me cum. I want to shoot cum in your face."

His buttocks were spread wide and I felt the heat of his asshole against my chest. His balls dragged on my skin as he masturbated, his cock so close to my face I could feel the heat of it. George moaned as he rocked back and forth on my chest. I don't know what came over me but I reached up and grabbed his cock, pulling it into my mouth. He ejaculated immediately, his cum spewing forth so fast I could barely swallow it all, its taste musty and bittersweet. In that moment I knew I liked what we were doing and I'd do this again in the future. I was hooked and girls wouldn't be the only source of my sexual fantasies ever again.

George's orgasm finally ended and he lay beside me on the leaves, his naked body cradled against mine. When he kissed me I didn't stop him; instead I returned his kiss with a newfound passion. I don't know how long we lay quietly beside each other before my cell phone rang. 

"That goddamn tower," George swore.

The cell phone tower was across the road from the woods and the peanut field. It was Mom.

"It's time for you and George to quit your gallivanting in the woods, Ryan. I'm ready to go home. How long will it take for you two to get back to the house?"

"How long to get back to the house?" I grinned at George.

"About two hours, maybe a little more," he replied, loud enough for Mom to hear.

We were about thirty minutes from the house.

"No rush, just try to get back by six," Mom said and ended the call.

"You haven't cum in three days," George grinned. "You think you could give me a couple more loads of your cum before we go?"

I laughed. "One more for sure, maybe two if you lick my asshole again. And what about you, old man, what are you going to give me?"

"I think I could give you something you won't forget soon."

He kissed my neck and nibbled my earlobe.

"I'll have to visit Mama and the farm more often."

"Do they have summer internships at your radio station in Memphis?"

His sucked my cock into his hot mouth and I felt a finger push into my asshole. I had an immediate erection and my entire body quivered with passion as I gave myself to him.



George and Aunt Angela



George and Carol had been married for just over ten years. They'd originally wanted children but nothing had happened yet and, basically, the idea had gradually slipped from their minds.

Because they had no family commitments, it meant that they were able to devote time to their local community – especially charitable organisations. George had been asked by two different political parties to stand in local elections, but he had declined the invitations.

George, tall dark and handsome, worked at a local car sales and his reputation for being straight and honest brought customers back again and again. He was far from wealthy, but the couple were comfortable. Carol worked part time as a receptionist at the local dental practice. She was friendly and efficient and more than a few patients made a pass at her (usually on the way out after a successful check up).

Life in the bedroom was OK for the couple. Sex was nothing special, nothing particularly adventurous, but reasonably frequent and of a loving nature.

Christmas was fast approaching and as George's parents had emigrated a few years previously, Carol decided to invite her own to stay for the festivities.

Then there was Aunt Angela. George had met Carol's Aunt on a number of occasions, but hadn't seen her for about a year – on the occasion of her husband's funeral. Carol realised that she would be spending Christmas on her own and began to feel she should do something. Although the house had three bedrooms (all en suite), the smallest had been converted into an office for both of them, so it wouldn't be possible to invite her to stay, but they could at least invite her to celebrate Christmas Day with them.

Maybe Aunt Angela wanted to be alone. But unless she asked, Carol would never know. In the end, when she did, Angela jumped at the opportunity and confessed that she had been dreading spending the day on her own.

Of course, that left the problem of how to get her to their house and home again. Even if they could get a minicab, it would cost the annual budget of a small country, so George agreed to forego alcohol until he got back from taking Carol's Aunt back to her home again.

On the day, George left at around 9am and made good progress over the forty miles. When he arrived, Angela was ready and waiting. He didn't even have to switch the engine off as she stepped out of the door with two bags of presents. Surprisingly, the round trip took George little more than an hour and a half.

Angela was younger than her sister (Carol's Mother) by quite a few years and she dressed accordingly. Today she was wearing a simple, thin-strapped light blue dress with black leather high heels. The skirt flared out from her hips and swayed as she walked.

The day went well, lots of food and drink (except for George) and everybody enjoyed the intimate family gathering – Angela in particular. She possibly drank a little more than she should, but nobody blamed her and the permanently tipsy demeanour was quite amusing. Before they knew it, the clock struck midnight and it was time for George to take Aunt Angela home.

As he backed the car out of the driveway it started to rain lightly. However, not long after they had set off the drops turned to flakes of snow. By the time they neared their destination it was fast approaching a blizzard. The visibility deteriorated rapidly and George found himself straining to see beyond the windscreen. Once they left the main road the surface conditions became very hazardous. George could feel the rear wheels losing grip every now and then and he made sure that his steering movements were very gentle. Finally, they made it. The one-way journey had taken close to two hours.

As soon as they got inside, Angela made straight for her telephone.

"Carol, Darling," she said when answered. "We've only just got here and the weather is simply awful! I can't possibly let George drive home now. It's far too dangerous. I can put him up overnight and he can drive home in the morning."

George was about to speak out at Aunt Angela's suggestion, but then realised that it was already 2am and his chances of getting home were pretty slim. When he looked out through the window he could see that snow was already covering the windscreen of the car and it wasn't letting up.

"Now that's settled, George, perhaps you'd like a drink at last? I've felt so sorry for you all day having to abstain."

He really did feel like he'd missed out now. "OK," he said. "I'd like that." Even though it was the early hours of the morning, the stress of driving had left his mind buzzing. He needed to relax a little.

Angela left the room and returned minutes later with a bottle of red wine and a pair of glasses. She poured the liquid, settled the bottle down on the coffee table, sat down next to him on the sofa and then handed him his drink.

They began to talk amiably; all the while Angela seemed to be toying with her necklace or earrings. As the alcohol took hold George began to look at her properly – the first time that he had really had a chance to do so. She was still very attractive. There were a few soft lines on her face, but her skin was such that she didn't really need a lot of make-up. Her eyes were a light blue – almost matching the colour of her dress and her legs were long and slender, covered in flesh-toned nylon.

George suddenly realised that he was finding Angela attractive. On reflection he realised that their ages were not all that far apart – fifteen years, in fact. He felt a stirring in his underpants and tried to concentrate his mind on something else, anything else.

Angela kept topping up their glasses as they chatted, until the bottle ran dry. George had been enjoying the conversation and hadn't realised how much he had drunk.

"Oh, that's a shame," she said. "It's all finished. It would be a waste to open another. How about we have a glass of brandy?"

"Um, OK," was all George could reply.

She fetched some cut-glass balloons and an expensive looking bottle of brandy. She didn't seem to pour much into the bottom of the glass, but it was quite big, so it was clear how much there was. After they had had a few sips she said, "You know what I missed today? Not playing party games. I really used to like that part of Christmas. Why don't we play something?"

George assumed that she meant cards, or charades or something. "OK," he replied.

"What shall we play then?" She seemed to consider for a moment and then said, "We don't really want to play a kids game. How about… something like the Guessing Game?"

"The Guessing Game," he asked. "What's that?"

"Oh, it's simple really. We take it in turns to guess something about each other. If we get it wrong we have to down our drink. If we get it right the other person has to down theirs instead."

"A drinking game?" George was shocked that Angela should know of such an amusement.

"Sure, why not? It's just a bit of fun. I'll go first if you like."

George shrugged agreement.

Angela looked at George and then cocked her head on one side. "It has to be something that I don't already know about you. I know! I've always noticed that you've got very broad shoulders, I bet you used to swim a lot when you were younger."

"I still do."

She smiled and clapped her hands. "I win!" she said gleefully. "Drink up."

George looked at his brandy. There didn't appear to be too much in there, so he steeled himself and gulped the contents down. The liquid warmed his throat as it slipped down his gullet.

She refilled his glass and then said, "Your turn, George. Now you have to guess something about me."

What could he guess? George knew very little about Aunt Angela, having only met her perhaps a handful of times – usually at family gatherings, such as her husband's funeral. Without thinking, he blurted out, "You must be feeling very lonely without your husband."

Angela's mouth dropped open and her eyes took on a glassy appearance as tears started to form. George was appalled at his insensitivity.

"Oh, Angela, I'm so sorry. I don't know what made me say that. Please forgive me? I think it must be the drink."

Angela drew in a deep breath, "It's OK George. It's just a harmless game – and besides, you were right." She picked up her glass and swirled the amber colour spirit around the sides. She sniffed at it first, then elegantly raised the glass to her lips and swallowed the contents.

"Come on. Let's play some more," she said. Her face seemed a little flushed.

Angela seemed to consider carefully for a while before speaking. When she did, her eyes seemed to sparkle and she had a half smile on her face. "I'm going to guess that… you're wearing dark blue boxers?"

George was stunned. Not only because Angela's guess was so personal and intimate, but also because she was right. Little did he know that while he was out of the room during the previous afternoon, Carol had let slip that he would only ever wear dark blue boxer shorts and refused to entertain any other colour.

Before he could say or do anything, Angela had leaned forward and started to unbuckle his belt.

"Whoa! What are you doing?" He asked.

"Well, we've got to find out, haven't we?"

"No need! You were right! You don't have to do that!"

Angela hadn't stopped and by the time he had finished speaking, his trousers were undone and gaping. She pushed his shirt tails aside to reveal the dark blue material.

Such an act had a stirring effect on him and George was struggling to keep control of his penis and prevent himself from getting an erection. Meanwhile, Angela had turned sideways and raised one knee up onto the sofa. For the first time George became aware that she was wearing stockings. Enough of her trailing leg was showing to reveal the darker welt at the top.

"Well, come on, drink up George. And it's your turn to guess."

His mind had unwrapped itself and he no longer had the ability to think logically. He downed the brandy and felt the fiery liquid coursing its way down through his body. He could only think of one thing; to follow Angela's lead. Fortunately, when he had been helping her into the car earlier he had caught a brief glimpse of her cleavage, clad in light blue lace. He guessed that she was the type of woman who would insist upon wearing matching underwear. He spoke boldly.

"My guess is; that you are wearing matching blue lace underwear. And stockings." The last he added as an afterthought before he could stop himself.

Without another word, Angela stood up, reached behind and unzipped her dress. She shrugged her shoulders, the thin straps slipped loose and the dress fell to the floor around her ankles. 

George made a sharp intake of breath. He was stunned – not only by Angela's actions, but by the fact that she had such a beautifully curvaceous body, now clad only in a thin bra and panties, with matching suspenders and stockings. He couldn't make out her pubic hair through the lace material, but he noted that the gusset appeared to have a slightly darker patch. His eyes were drawn upwards towards her breasts, where he could clearly see the dark circles of her nipples. Indeed, the hard protrusions were clearly visible.

Angela downed her brandy as a forfeit and then resumed her seat. But this time, when she drew one leg up onto the sofa, the crotch of her knickers was openly displayed and stretched across her genitalia. The damp patch appeared to have widened.

"My turn again," she said, with a notable tremor in her voice. "My guess is that I've given you an absolutely, splendidly rigid hard-on."

George was unaware of his body's reaction, but he was indeed very hard. Before he could do anything to stop her, Angela and leaned forward, slipped her hand through the opening in his boxers and swiftly released his throbbing member.

"Oh, but that's gorgeous," she murmured, dipping her head closer so that her face was no more than a few inches away. She licked her lips and looked up at George.

"You're… you're going to suck my cock, aren't you?"

She smiled, "Your guess is correct. And my next guess is that we are both going to get a reward!"

Angela's tongue snaked out as she moved even nearer to the shiny head. She licked around it, aware that George was shuddering. Then she opened her mouth and sucked the head into the warmth, where she swirled her tongue around the sensitive points on the underside. She began a soft bobbing motion, which became faster as she swallowed more and more of his length.

George had very rarely persuaded Carol to go down on him and when she had, it wasn't for very long. That was as a result of him almost coming in her mouth once. On that occasion he had been pretty turned on and his orgasm had taken him by surprise. On that occasion, Carol had just decided to stop sucking and to take a breather while continuing to rub him. His come shot past her face, a small drop catching her earlobe. She was determined never to risk what very nearly happened, actually happening in future.

His eyes were closed with pleasure for most of the time, but as he drew close he opened them again. Although Angela was bent double leaning over him, he could still just see the front of her panties. They looked very wet now – and for good reason; her middle finger was pressing in hard, clearly indicating where her pussy lips lay. She wasn't actually masturbating, but was clearly fulfilling some kind of physical need to touch herself.

George realised at that moment that his balls were tightening. "I'm coming!" he said.

Angela stopped playing with herself and used the hand to cradle George's testicles. Her other hand was wrapped around the shaft and was rubbing in time with her mouth's movements. George had expected her to stop sucking, but she just kept going. The semen surged up through his cock and exploded across her tongue. She kept sucking and swallowing, even though his orgasm kept him juddering and jerking for some time. He had never come so much.

As George's dick subsided, Angela let it slip from her mouth with a plop.

"Mmm. That was nice. You taste really good."

She sat back up and smiled at George, then looked suddenly contrite. "I'm sorry about that," she said. "I couldn't help myself. I just felt so horny."

"What are you apologising for? You've just given me the first proper blowjob that I've ever had. Besides, I'm sure I must have been far more turned on that you. In fact I think I'm starting to get hard again just looking at your fantastically sexy-looking body."

"You smooth talker you." Angela looked down and saw that he really was getting hard again. If anything that made it worse for her, as she had yet to achieve release for herself.

Angela looked pleadingly at George and asked, "Will you do the same for me?" She looked down at her sodden crotch.

"I've never done that before… but, I'm willing to give it a try."

She leaned back until she was in a prone position and then reached her hand down. Her index and middle finger of her left hand slipped under the elastic and pulled the panties to one side. Now George could see why he didn't detect her pubic hair earlier – she didn't have any. Her mound was smoothly shaven, and glistened with her already copious juices. He dipped his head towards Angela and breathed in her scent. His tongue reached out experimentally and with an unexpected accuracy touched her clitoris. Angela arched her back in delight and moaned.

Although inexperienced at cunnilingus, George was a willing and inventive learner. He experimentally ran his tongue down her slit and then on the return pushed between the lips. He was surprised at how easily it slipped in. He wiggled it about, causing Angela to squirm and then began to slide it in and out as though it was a penis. She reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling him up towards her clit again. Now she really began to thrash about.

George's hands had been resting on Angela's thighs, but then he moved one of them up to her pussy. As he suspected, her vagina was gaping and wet and his index finger slid straight in. After a couple of strokes he added his middle finger as well and then began a rapid, plunging penetration while continuing to suck on the erect nub above. The additional stimulation was enough to tip the woman over the edge. She let out a strangled roar and bucked uncontrollably for as much as thirty seconds before her spasms subsided.

His fingers slipped out and he brought his head up from Angela's pussy. She drew herself up and cradled his head in her hands. George sat back up on the sofa and Angela kissed him passionately. When they finally paused, she looked down and saw that he was fully erect again. She said huskily, "I want to feel you inside me. I need to feel your dick filling me up. Take me to bed George. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Now!"

Angela stood up abruptly, took hold of George's hand and dragged him along behind her. George was struggling comically with his free hand to keep his trousers held up as she pulled him up the stairs. From behind, her panties had slipped into the crack of her ass on one side. In fact, the majority of her pussy remained uncovered.

When they reached the bedroom Angela kicked off her high-heeled shoes, quickly unclasped her brassiere and shoved her panties down to her ankles. She kicked them into the corner of the room and climbed onto the bed leaving her stockings and suspenders on in her haste.

"Come on, George. I haven't had a man for a couple of years. I need your cock inside of me. Please?" she begged. She spread her legs wide and drew her knees up to expose her genitalia to maximum effect.

George had never felt so uncoordinated in all of his life. He simply couldn't work out how to undress quickly and what to take of first. He was rushing to be with Angela, but was taking longer than he would normally have done, due to his desire. He gave up when he was down to his socks and leapt onto the bed. He didn't need any more encouragement and she didn't want any more foreplay. He lay between her knees, took his weight on his elbows, shuffled up her body and planted the head of his penis at her crack. With one single push he fully embedded himself and then, taking long slow strokes began to fuck her.

Already Angela had beads of perspiration on her upper lip and before long her body had a glowing sheen to it. Having orgasmed already, George was able to hold back for quite a long time, extending the older woman's pleasure for that much longer. As her next climax hit, he felt the ripples gripping at his cock and increased his pace to encourage his own orgasm. When he came, he felt the semen surging up through his penis and flooding into Angela's passage. She felt the warmth spreading into her and experienced yet another peak.

George collapsed on top of Angela, but then realised that he might be crushing her and rolled to one side. After a while, she spoke quietly, "Thank you George that was wonderful. I haven't had a man for almost two years and you certainly made up for it. She rolled onto her side and kissed him, then laid her head on his chest. Her slowed breathing told him when she had nodded off to sleep.

For George, sleep was impossible. He had never imagined that anything like this could ever happen to him. He was pleased with himself though, as he seemed to have performed to Angela's satisfaction. He hadn't yet considered the ramifications of having sex with his wife's Aunt, but for time being he basked in the glorious afterglow of love-making.

*****

It wasn't long before the morning light started coming through a crack in the curtains. When Angela started to come awake, she became aware of two things; that George was snuggled up against her back and that he had an erection nestling between the cheeks of her bottom. His left hand was cupping her left breast and was lightly gripping it. The overwhelming desire that she had experienced a few hours before returned as strong as ever. She didn't want to wake George, so she surreptitiously moved her hand down between her legs. She couldn't help but shudder as her fingertips found her clitoris.




George and Aunt Angela



"Would you like me to help you with that?" whispered George.

Angela froze and felt herself blush heatedly with embarrassment at getting caught playing with herself. George slipped his hand from her breast, tweaking a nipple as he went and moved it down to join hers. He slid it beneath Angela's and found what she had been rubbing. He teased and tickled, then probed the opening with his middle finger. 

All the while, Angela could feel his dick growing even larger and harder and he began to press himself against her. Her ass cheeks had been forced apart by the solid rod and as he played with her, he rhythmically thrust his hips forward. As she came closer to climax, she could feel the solid flesh rubbing across the sensitive area around her anus. She had never allowed a man to have access to that place, but in the throes of her building orgasm she began to imagine George thrusting his cock in there. It was enough to cause her to come powerfully yet again.

*****

After a while, George rolled away from Angela and climbed out of the bed. "I think I'll go and have a shower, if that's OK?"

Angela rolled onto her back and then sat up. "Only if I'm allowed to watch," she said with a lazy smile.

As George walked across the room to the en suite bathroom, his dick waved around in the air. Angela padded after him. He turned on the powerful jet and stepped in, while she picked up her toothbrush and began cleaning her teeth. She watched this handsome young man soaping himself in the shower.

When she finished, she reached into the cabinet and pulled a wrapped box out. "I've left a new toothbrush out for you, when you finished in there."

Angela turned back round and gasped as she saw George stepping out of the shower. She picked up a towel and walked towards him. He was still rock hard! Just looking at him excited her so much that she almost came just from walking a few steps. Her voice nearly deserted her, but she said in a croak, "Wrapping this towel around you would look ridiculous. Are you always that hard in the morning?"

George had been watching Angela cleaning her teeth while he showered. She stood there completely naked, her breasts swinging with the sideways movements of her arm. He couldn't believe just how beautiful her body was. OK, she had a little extra flesh as would be expected for a woman of her age, but her curves were so sexy! He had to be careful when he was washing his genitals for fear of an explosive reaction. Stepping onto the mat, his shaft was so solid that as the blood pumped into it, it slapped against his stomach.

"How do you know just how hard I am without touching it?" he asked.

Angela took another step and dropped the towel. She reached out for him and felt the blazing heat emanating from it well before she touched it. She wrapped her hand around the cock and it felt like iron. She began to rub it.

"Stop, stop! You mustn't!" he gasped.

"Why," she asked, confused.

"Because I'm about to come!"

"If you do," she replied. "I'll just have to get you stiff again, wont' I? Do you realise that before last night I'd hardly ever sucked a man before? And when I did, I always finished off with my hand. I've never let anybody come in my mouth before. And you know what? I just adored the taste of you. I wanted to drink it, to swallow it. And now I want more. I want you to come for me now."

George was already having trouble controlling himself and Angela's words did not help. She knelt down in front of him and looked up earnestly. "I hope there's a lot," she said, and closed her lips around the head. No sooner had she moved past the tip and begun to use her tongue on him, than he began pumping his hips involuntarily. Angela had to hold the shaft to make sure he didn't accidentally withdraw. She felt his semen jetting across her tongue and, thinking he was finished took her mouth away. George had been watching as she did so and the sight was so erotic that he had a secondary spasm. The creamy white liquid shot across her face and nose.

"You naughty boy!" she said laughing. "I'll have to punish you for catching me out like that!"

George's cock was still mostly erect. He had never experienced this before. Throughout his life an orgasm had meant an end to his erection. Sure, he was usually able to get back up within about thirty minutes, but although he had experienced this many times, he had never made use of it. Carol wouldn't have been interested.

"Toothbrush." Angela indicated the packaging over her shoulder as she took her turn in the shower. If George had found it arousing while watching her cleaning her teeth, seeing her soapy hands sliding over her curves made him even hornier. He stared, fascinated as she washed every part of her body, lingering on her most intimate and sensitive places. He finished at the basin and then picked up the towel to dry himself.

When Angela stepped out of the cubicle sex was almost inevitable; it was simply a question of where and how. Would they make it as far as the bed?

George grabbed another towel and began to dry Angela. He took his time, enjoying the feel of her body through the soft cotton. He could feel her nipples harden as he moved across them and when he reached lower she stood with her feet apart to allow him access. As he gently patted her between the legs his fingers lingered. He could feel her lips parting in anticipation and her knees quaked. He moved down her legs and then pushed on one hip and pulled on the other to encourage her to turn around. He dried her back and then worked up from her ankles. As he reached her upper thighs she started to teeter.

When George's towel-clad fingers slipped between her ass cheeks and rubbed there, it was way too much for her. Her pussy was aching for attention and in desperation she bent forwards and placed her hands upon her knees. This manoeuvre brought his hand into contact with her labia. She moaned loudly and soon, somehow, the towel was no longer there but his hand still was. The wetness told George she was more than ready; he nudged the head of his cock at the entrance and gently worked it in. Holding Angela's hips he started to plunge harder and faster.

George had enjoyed the occasions when he had taken his wife Carol from behind. They were very rare and always with her on all-fours upon the bed. He had never had her standing up, let alone bent over, accepting the full length of his cock like this. Not that Angela remained standing for long. At her first orgasm her knees buckled and he had to hold her weight. Lowering her to her knees he resumed plundering her vagina.

"Spank me!" She yelled suddenly.

"What?"

"Slap my ass, George. Give me a good spanking while you're fucking me."

He let go with his right hand and then brought it down on her rump with a smack. She grunted and told him to do it harder. He did. Then he let go with his other hand and used that. With Angela bracing herself, he was able to deliver a slap on one side or the other each time he thrust forwards. He could feel her pussy gripping his cock each time he did so. She came again.

"Harder!" she demanded. George wasn't sure if she meant the spanking or the penetration, so increased the power of both. Her arms folded and she dropped to her elbows. He looked down at his shaft disappearing between the wet, pink lips. He felt so horny. Just above his dick lay the puckered star of her anus. He could see Angela's juices had somehow spread to it. Almost like an electric shock, George was overcome by the desire to penetrate it with a finger. He was worried about her reaction, so, in between smacking he allowed his thumb to slip gradually closer as part of his movements.

Finally, he was touching it. Angela didn't object, indeed she seemed to be making panting noises. He pushed experimentally and almost immediately the digit slipped in easily up to the first knuckle. The woman's back arched in response, but still she didn't say anything. So George eased his whole thumb in. Once buried, he could feel his own cock as it thrust into her vaginal passage. The tightness eased and he wondered if he dared to do what was in his mind.

George withdrew his penis. Angela remained in position, her ass pointing upwards. Her pussy gaped invitingly, but when George's cock came back into contact it was where his thumb had just been.

Angela looked back at him with an open display of lust. "Do it!" she said.

As George tried to push the head of his dick through the resistance at the opening, he could see the lips of her pussy clenching and unclenching. As he moved deeper Angela came wildly. His own orgasm was so close that he was only embedded halfway when she felt him emptying the contents of his testicles into her bowels.

*****

The couple went back to bed to rest afterwards. George had another shower later, before kissing Angela goodbye and leaving to make his way carefully home again.

That was the first time that Angela and George were intimate, but after they parted, it occurred to both of them that they didn't want it to be the last.



George and Ben



"Damn!" Kelly probably could have used a much stronger word, but what would be the point, there was no-one to hear her. She had felt the rear of her Range Rover begin to shake about. Something was wrong. She looked into the side mirror and saw the horse float rocking alarmingly and leaning much more than it should. Her first thought was for George, she didn't want him to come to harm.

There was a parking bay at the bottom of the hill so she eased back and pulled in. One of the trailer's wheels had gone and the threads of the wheel studs were badly damaged, not the kind of thing that could be fixed easily. She took out her mobile phone and tried to call her father. There was no signal. This time she let her frustrations get the better of her. "Fuck!"

Going to the rear of the float, she lowered the ramp and stepped in to be greeted by a snicker from George, her six year old black stallion. "It's all right George, we're just stopping for a rest. There's a stream here for you to drink from, and some nice fresh grass to munch while I figure out what to do."

She unclipped his halter from the ring and backed him out of the float. George nuzzled her as he always did, and she led him to the stream for a drink. He stepped back from the water and held his head up, listening for something. It was several seconds before Kelly heard the sound of thunder getting nearer, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

Around the bend in the road, coming down the hill from the direction that she had come, was a group of at least thirty motor cycles, and not just any motor cycles, she recognised them as the group of Harleys that were at the truck stop that she had left fifteen minutes before.

Vroom, vroom, vroom, wave after wave of them roared past. Then one slowed and turned around. "No, don't." Kelly whispered to herself, willing him not to stop, as the rider trickled back to where she was parked. 

The rider kicked the stand down and propped the bike onto it. "Do you have a problem?" He asked as he took his helmet off. He did not look much like a biker, his designer stubble was pierced by a white smile, his dark complexion highlighted his blue eyes and after he had run fingers through his black hair, he looked positively handsome. He wore a black leather jacket and leather pants and boots, not the grunge colours and scruffy jeans of a bikie gang. This was not what her vision of what a biker wore, these clothes were what a serious motor cyclist wore, not what the others she saw at the truck stop wearing. "Cat got your tongue?" He asked through his smile.

"Huh? Sorry, but you're not what I expected."

"I know, I'm supposed to be some hairy, tattooed biker, with a huge belly and that sort of stuff. Sorry to disappoint you."

"Don't be. I seem to have lost a wheel somewhere, you didn't see it back there somewhere did you?"

"I did actually, not that it's going to do you any good, going by those studs."

"What am I going to do? I can't get any reception here, otherwise I would have called my father to bring a new axle and fix it for me. I can't leave George here while I go back for help, he's too valuable for that."

"I could take you up to the top of that hill and see if you can get a signal from there. If you can, you can arrange for your father to get help for you. What do you say?"

"Thank you so much, that would be great if you can do that. I'll need to get George back into the float first."

"Will that be a problem, will you need a hand?"

"No, he's used to this." Kelly took hold of the halter and led him into the float, he stood still while she clipped his halter to the ring in front of him. "You could give me a hand with this if you want." She said as she stooped and grabbed the tail gate. "It's pretty heavy." It might have been a heavy tail-gate, but with the torsion spring to help, she could manage on her own.

He helped her lift it into place and lock it, and she opened the access door at the front and went in to fasten a safety chain to hold it from the inside. Stepping out, she locked the access door.

"He must be worth a lot for you to go to all that bother."

"Yes he is, he's a good horse and I wouldn't want anything to happen to him."

"What is he, a race horse?"

"No, he's my eventing horse. We're on our way back from a three day event over the past weekend."

"How did you go?"

"We won." She said, without any suggestion of pride, but as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Actually George won, I was just the passenger, he did all the hard work."

"I don't suppose you have a helmet, do you?"

"I have my riding helmet, it's not the same as yours but it will offer some protection, if I should need it. I'm Kelly by the way."

"Ben, I'm please to meet you Kelly, Ben Jacobsen. Do you have a name to go with Kelly?"

"Jordan." Kelly said as she got her riding helmet from the Rangey. Ben noticed the riding clothes and a prize ribbon in the back, along with a saddle and bridle.

She straddled the bike and sat on the pillion. Ben kicked it into life and the signature thump thump, thump thump of the Harley, caused by both pistons of the vee twin motor firing on the same stroke, vibrated through her body from between her legs. It felt just like her heartbeat. "Hang on." Ben yelled over his shoulder as he twisted the throttle and the bike roared off up the hill. Kelly's heartbeat began to race, this was a new experience for her, it was so different from the sensation that she felt when riding George, and she could feel herself reacting to it, a moistness between her legs. She clung to Ben, leaning in to his firm body. This too was a new sensation. Brad's body was not as firm as this, he had a thin layer of good living around his waistline. She thought of Brad and how angry he was with her, and how he had left her when he stormed out of the truck stop.

Ben stopped his bike at the top of the hill and Kelly stepped off. Taking her mobile from her pocket, she dialled her home. "Dad, thank God I finally managed to get through to you. I've broken down and I need you to come and get me, and to bring a new axle for my float."

"What happened, I checked it out myself before you left and it was perfect." His concerned voice not believing what she had told him.

"One of the wheels came off and the wheel studs are damaged, even if we could get the wheel back on, it probably won't stay on for very long."

"Okay Honey, I'll find an axle, even if I have to strip one from another trailer, tell me where you are and I'll get there as quickly as I can."

"I figure that I'm a couple of hours drive away, about thirty kilometres from the truck stop at Riddick Springs. We pulled into a parking bay at the bottom of this long hill, you can't miss us."

"Can you stay there? I might not be able to make it before the morning."

"We'll be fine, there's plenty of feed and water for George and I might be able to rustle up something for myself."

"Take care Honey, I'll get to you as soon as I can, and I'll bring you some food and coffee."

"Thanks Dad."

"Thanks Ben." Kelly said as she put her helmet back on and climbed back onto the Harley.

"Do you have any food with you?"

"No, I was hoping to be home by this evening, why?"

"If you take George out and let him graze, I'll go back to the truck stop and get us something to eat. How do you like your coffee?"

"White thanks, no sugar."

"Sweet enough, huh?"

"That's what they say." She smiled at him. "Why are you doing this?"

"Damsel in distress and all that. You needed help and I decided to give you that help. I want nothing in return by the way. I'll be back soon." He kicked the bike over and roared off towards the truck stop.

Kelly lowered the tail gate and backed George out of the trailer. He drank thirstily from the cool, clear stream before lowering his head to munch on the long grass. She sat on the front of her Range Rover and watched him. They had been together since he was a foal, and a bond had grown between them. Satisfied at last, George moved over to her to get his nose rubbed. "You were great, I never would have succeeded without you." She whispered to him. This was something that she always did with him, stroke his nose and talk quietly to him. He seemed to understand everything that she told him, and would often, as he did now, fall asleep with his head on her shoulder. They stayed in that position until George jerked his head up and listened. Soon Kelly heard the sound of the Harley and Ben returning.

He had a container sitting on the tank of his Harley and he reached into the saddle bag and produced a six pack of beer. "I hope you like beer, I didn't like the look of the wine that they were selling and I don't drink the hard stuff."

"What sort of biker are you? I've never heard of any that don't drink JD or Beam. Come to that, you don't look much like one."

"I'm not really, I have a day job, I only ride on weekends, and the group that I ride with are not hard core bikers, we are mostly professional types out for some fun. A lot of them were bikies, once but have moved on and got real jobs. They love to put on their old colours and ride on weekends. What about you? I don't know of any professional horse riders, at least not any who do what you do."

While he was talking he was unpacking the food and stacking it on the bonnet of the Range Rover, a steak sandwich each, some fries and salad and pie for later. He opened a beer and handed it to her. Kelly hadn't realised that it had been so long since she last had anything to drink.

"I do this as a hobby, but I am working towards the National trials and Olympic selection, but that's a few years off yet. My dad is a horse breeder, mostly race horses, but when I wasn't a boy and became interested in riding, he decided that I should go down this road. George was a present for my 16th birthday, but I wasn't allowed to ride him seriously until he was a four year old. Dad said that was to give his bones a chance to mature, eventing is harder on horses than flat racing. In the mean time I had to build up a rapport with him, to be able to talk to him, calm him down when he got stressed so that he had an even temperament."

"Is that important?"

"It is probably the most important thing, particularly during the dressage. If you look at the riders, they are just sitting there in the saddle, it is all about talking to your horse and him responding without actually saying anything. It is done by touch and knee pressure. George and I understand each other perfectly, I have only to press a finger in a particular place for him to change gait or direction. The judges can't even see me doing it."

"Why was your friend so pissed off with you?"

"Who? Oh Brad. Yeah he was, wasn't he? His Daddy bought him two of Dad's best eventing horses, they were not as good as George, but he'll never be sold. What neither of them could understand is that a good horse is only a part of this sport, and treating them as badly as he does is not going to help. He thought that he would beat me, and on breeding and experience I guess that he should have." 

"But you beating him was no excuse for him saying what he did to you, was it?"

"No, there's no excuse for that, but then Brad is Brad, he has to win everything. What hurt him more than anything else is the fact that this is George and my first year on the eventing circuit, our first competition actually."

"I can understand him being upset about a novice rider beating him, but to yell and scream at you like he did is unforgivable. Surely he should realise that he can't win every time?"

"But I won, and I won it from day one in the Dressage. George did not miss a beat, he was perfect, nothing distracted him one bit. I just sat there and rested my fingers where they needed to be, but I think he was a heartbeat ahead of me every time."

"You love him, don't you?"

"You had noticed that, had you?" Kelly smiled at him, just to let him know that any suggestion that she could love nothing or no-one else was utter rubbish. Why she did this, she didn't know, after all, she had only just met the guy. 

"You could say that."

"What about you? I know that you're a part-time biker, what do you do the rest of the time?"

"You promise not to laugh?"

"I promise, cross my heart, spit my death and hope to die."

"I'm a Lawyer."

"What kind of Lawyer?"

"A good one." He actually laughed, it was a nice laugh, nothing forced about it. "No, I'm probably mediocre at best. But I'm working on it, I'm working on a project that is hoped to get this State to revisit its Laws of Association."

"What does that mean?"

"In an effort to reduce the amount of drug trafficking and the violence that goes with it, they have introduced laws that prohibit anyone from being associated with these so called 'outlaw biker gangs'. What we are hoping to do is get them to look more closely at that law because, while it makes it illegal for these gangs to get together, it also stops members of other biker groups, such as the one that I belong to, to have, as members, guys who wear the colours of an outlaw group, and are not involved in any other activities."

It was almost dark and George had walked around to the rear of the trailer. He snickered to tell Kelly that it was his bed time, so she stood up and threw his blanket over his back and led him into the trailer. She poured some water from the container in the front compartment of the trailer into a bowl, and gave him a good double handful of chaff. "Ben, come here." Ben sidled up beside George until he joined her at the front of the trailer. "Gently rub his nose and talk softly to him." Kelly rubbed George's nose. "Hey big boy, this is Ben, he's a good guy, I know you'll like him, you'd better like him because I do. Your turn."

Ben rubbed George's nose. "Hi George, I'm Ben, I hear that you've been taking good care of my girl." This brought a sharp look and smile from Kelly. "Maybe one day you'll let me ride you, I don't see why she should have all the fun." George looked at Ben and nodded his head. "Good boy, I knew you would."

George looked at Kelly as if to ask her what was going to happen next, would she sleep on the other side of the trailer, or in the back of the Range Rover, or would she stay up all night, talking to this new man in her life.

"I have something to show you." Ben said as Kelly sat down on the spare horse blanket that she'd spread out for them. He took his mobile phone from his pocket and turned on the camcorder app. The picture showed Brad get something out of the back of his SUV and bend over one of the wheels of her trailer. "He has cracked the wheel nuts of your trailer. I took that through the window of the truck stop but I couldn't get away quickly enough to prevent you from driving off. I would have caught up with you, but we were pulled over by an overzealous cop who had to go over every bike, harassing us, and looking for defects. We get this all the time, and this is part of what we hope to change."

"But you could have warned me before I drove off, surely?"

"No, for starters I had to pay for my food, and then one of the other bikers wanted to ask me something. By the time that I'd extricated myself you had already left. Am I forgiven?"

If it hadn't been dark Kelly would have seen his pleading look, but she did see the smile that followed it, and he saw her smile that told him that she wasn't blaming him for what happened.

He grabbed the last beers and handed hers to her. 'I don't usually drink beer, and never as much as this, but there was something about Ben that had me relaxed, more relaxed than I had ever been with Brad.' Kelly thought to herself as she sipped the beer. 

A hand reached out and held her face. "You are an amazing young woman, do you know that?" What could she say? Nothing as it turned out, because his lips were on hers preventing a reply. She replied in her own way. She kissed him hard, harder than she had ever kissed anyone before in her life, harder than she had ever kissed Brad.

"You're pretty amazing yourself." She whispered to him when they finally separated. It was her turn to prevent a reply. His tongue reached for her lips and pressed against them seeking admission. With little hesitation this was granted. His hand moved from her face to cup her breast. Even through the shirt and bra she could feel his tenderness. She made no attempt to stop him. She shivered and she wasn't even cold, maybe it was a quiver rather than a shiver, or even a tremble. Whatever it was she was enjoying it and could feel the moistness once more between her legs, this Ben was good. She lay down on the blanket and he followed her, his hand working on the buttons of her shirt, and then sliding around her back, she raised herself up enough for him to accomplish this, so that he could undo the clasp of her bra.

A tongue encircled her nipple and his lips enclose it and he suckled her until her nipple was puffed up as it had never been. She reached for his trousers and what was inside them. It felt hard, and big, and "oh my god, I can't be". Her body convulsed as his hand slid between her legs. She was still in her jeans and panties but she could feel his fingers rubbing her and bringing her to a shattering orgasm.

"Help me . . . . "

"Help you what?" He asked.

"Help me understand what is happening here, and then help me move this blanket into the trailer where we can be more comfortable." She stood up unsteadily, and grabbed the blanket and carried it into the trailer. George snickered in welcome. "Don't watch George, and you might need to shut your ears as well, I could get noisy."

"Do you think he understood?"

"I hope so." She had the blanket spread and was taking off her jeans.

"Leave your panties on."

"Why?"

"I want to be the one that takes them off."

"Be my guest." She lay down and Ben dropped down beside her.

"You are gorgeous, you have such perfect boobs." He kissed them. "And such an attractive belly button." His tongue entered it and he kissed his way south. "Such nice panties." He put his mouth over her pussy and blew. His breath was heated when it passed through the fabric and she felt his warmth deep inside her. "Such a sweet pussy." He said as he lowered her panties and pushed them down her legs. "I must have more of your sweet pussy." His tongue pushed between her pussy lips and into her.

"Do you know what you're doing to me?"

"I hope so, I'm trying to give you pleasure."

"You're succeeding. Will you stop mucking around and make love to me."

"Do you want me to make love to you, or to fuck you?"

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course. Love is best, but if you want the other I'll be only too happy to oblige."

"I'll take your word for it and settle for love." 

Ben lowered himself to her and Kelly raised herself to meet him, and she realised immediately that what she had with Brad was sex, and this was slow, gentle, beautiful, sensual love at its finest, and it went on forever, or that's how it seemed. There was none of this rush to finish that she had experienced with Brad and that left her unsatisfied when he finished. Kelly was satisfied several times before, with a soft grunt Ben had come.

"Oh my god, I never knew that I could have so many orgasms at one time. Do you have to take it out?"

"No, but he'll probably drop out eventually." He bent down and kissed her trembling lips. "I thought that was the best loving that I'd ever had, it must be because I love you."

"I don't think that it's possible that two people could fall in love so quickly. Hold me, please." Her arms went around his neck and drew him down to her. She looked over his shoulder to see George's head looking down at her.

They slept briefly until Kelly rolled on top of Ben. She had been massaging him for all of thirty seconds and he was ready for her. Straddling him she fed him into her and began to rock back and forth, tilting her hips as she went, grasping him with her tight body, her hands resting on his hard stomach, her fingertips pressing into him. "Slow down, it's not a race."




George and Ben



"I can't slow down, oh god, this is so good, oh, oh, oh, oh yes!" Her hips jerked in a series of spasms and she fell, gasping for breath, forward onto him, her head on his shoulder and her lips pressed against his neck. "I feel like such a slut, I can't believe that I want so much more of you, I can't get enough of you."

Ben held her close while she slowly relaxed and dozed off into a deep sleep. He pulled the edges of the blanket up to cover her and dozed, disbelieving what had just happened, into a deep sleep himself.

"Wake up Honey, there's work to be done!"

"Just a minute Dad, I'll be out in a minute." Kelly glanced at the watch on Ben's wrist, it was almost 8:00. "Quick Ben, Dad's here, we need to get decent." She scrambled to her feet and began to search for her clothes. Ben grabbed his and began to dress quickly. Two minutes later they scrambled through the access door, with their boots in hand, the confined space in the trailer was hardly conducive to easy pulling on of boots.

"I wondered who owned the Hog. Are you going to introduce me to this new friend of yours?" By the way that he said it, they knew that he was under no illusions as to what they had been doing.

"Dad, this is Ben, Ben this is my father Rob Jordan."

"Pleased to meet you sir." Ben held his hand out and there was a brief and inconclusive power struggle over the handshake, neither of them forcing the issue, or yielding.

"I'll get George out and let him browse while we fix the trailer." Ben helped her lower the tailgate and went to George's head to unclip his halter from the ring. George snickered a welcome to him and backed slowly out. Kelly and Rob looked on in surprise at George's ready compliance. Brad had never been able to unclip the halter, let alone walk him out.

"Ben has something to show you." Ben took out his mobile and showed Rob the video he had taken of Brad and her trailer.

"Sore loser." That was all he said, but both Kelly and Ben knew that this was not the end of it.

"Ben, can you help me get the gear out of the trailer?" Rob had brought the spare axle, and the tools necessary to change it, in a second float. He saw Ben's look. "It was easier to load it into one of these than try to carry in in the SUV, and it was also a fall-back position, if we couldn't repair the damage we'd load George into this one, and drag the other one back minus a wheel."

"Do you want me to go back up the road and grab the wheel that fell off?"

"If you would, that'd be great, we may be able to repair the threads enough to fit it back."

Ben set off up the road to find the wheel. "Well my girl, tell me all, how and when did this happen?"

"When the wheel fell off I pulled in here to check the damage. Ben was with a group of bikers, not the kind that you're thinking of, and he stopped. I couldn't get a signal on my mobile,l so he took me to the top of the hill up there and I got through to you. He went back to the truck stop for food and we've sort of been together since. George took to him straight away." She added quickly, as if that was the answer to everything.

"So, you and George have both fallen instantly in love with this man, is that what this is about?"

"Yes Dad. Ben is about as far away from Brad as you could possibly get."

"That's one good thing. Never took to Brad, spoilt brat." Rob was economical with his conversation, but a lot can be said in few words.

Rob took a set of dies from his tool box and ran one up the wheel studs, cleaning the threads. "I'll have to take the brake rotor off, it's too badly damaged. What I suggest, to save us time, is that we put the wheel back on this trailer, swap them over so that you can put George into mine, and drag it back behind your Range Rover, and I'll follow with your trailer. What do you say?"

"Sounds good to me, but what are we going to do about Ben?"

"What do you want to do? If he wants to come with us he can always ride his bike."

"If we put his bike in the trailer, he can ride with me, can't he? We need him to come with us because I don't want Brad to get away with what he has done to me."

The wheel wasn't badly damaged and was soon fitted back on the axle. The trailers were changed over and George loaded into the one that Rob had brought with him. "Ben, I want you to come with us, will you? Can you?"

"I can and I will, and it's not just because I love you, but I want, probably as much as you do, for Brad to be punished for his part in this, although, thinking about it, if he hadn't done this I might not have met the love of my life." He kissed her.

"Do you want to follow us on your bike, I know that you love riding it, or would you rather load it onto one of the trailers and ride with me?"

"Silly questions she's asking now. Help me load it." The Harley was soon in the trailer securely tied down so that it couldn't move, and the convoy headed down the road.

Two hours later they arrived back at the Jordan farm. Rob watched while Kelly and Ben unloaded George from the trailer and took him into his yard for a run, he noticed that George was walking between them, his head over both shoulders and his halter rope dangling on the ground. Kelly and Ben's hands were clasped tightly. Rob smiled to himself as he went inside to make a phone call, he was going to enjoy this. 

Half an hour later Brad and his father arrived. "What's this all about?" Brad's father asked them.

"The way that I see it," Rob said to them, "is that Brad can pay for the damage he caused to Kelly's trailer and we'll leave it at that, or, if he refuses, we go to court and have him charged. It's entirely up to him. There is however two non-negotiable outcomes, the first is that he is to apologise to Kelly for his behaviour, accusing her of trading sexual favours for competition points, and that I will never sell you another horse, no matter how much you offer for one." 

"I never said that! And I didn't touch her trailer. You have no proof."

"Yes we do. Ben, show them." Ben turned his mobile to face them and played the video. Brad's father's face went red, he was about to blow his stack.

"As for the other, the accusation that you made about Kelly, I was in that truck stop and heard everything that you said, you were shouting it loud enough for everyone to hear. And just so that you know, I am a Lawyer, and if this gets as far as the courts, I will be representing Kelly in any action that she brings against this sore loser. Do I make myself clear?"

"She couldn't have won without influencing the judges, she's a novice, and novices just don't win their first competition." Brad was reluctant to concede that she had beaten him without resorting to courting favour from the judges.

"She may be a novice at competing, but she's no novice to riding over each of the three eventing disciplines, she has been practising for years. And she and George have a perfect understanding, if she puts him to a jump he knows that she has every confidence in him taking it, they trust each other. Having a better horse is useless unless your horse trusts you. Brad here uses physical persuasion when he puts his horse to a jump, if the horse fails, it is the horse's fault and not his, and because of this the horse no longer trusts or respects him. George has never hit a jump in his life because Kelly never asks the impossible of him, and he knows that." Rob said.

"Come with me you stupid fucking idiot." Brad was dragged by his father back to their car and, in a shower of gravel it roared out of the yard.

Kelly took Ben in her arms and kissed him. "You were wonderful Darling. Do you have to be anywhere just now?"

"Nowhere that I can't get out of, why?"

"Come, I want you to meet Mother."

"Why do I get the feeling that this is another of those non-negotiable situations? Not that I'm complaining mind you."

"Because it is one of those situations. Come, you'll love her, and she'll love you. She had better or I'll never speak to her again, ever."

Kelly's mother, Jan, was an older version of Kelly in every way. "Mum, this is Ben, the man who saved my life and reputation, Ben, this is my mother Jan."

"I'm pleased to meet you, I can see where Kelly gets her looks." He was rewarded with a punch on the arm.

"I'm happy to meet you Ben, anyone that can make Kelly behave like a soppy schoolgirl is alright by me."

"M-u-m. You're supposed to be on my side."

"I am Dear, I am, but when you were with Brad you were so uptight that I had to check on the photo albums just to make sure that you were my daughter, and not some ring-in."

"Yes, well he does that to people."

"Go and tell your Father that lunch is ready, you are staying for lunch aren't you Ben?"

"I'd love to, thank you."

"He's polite too." Jan said.

They headed out to the Garage where Rob was stripping the axle from Kelly's trailer so that he could fit new wheel studs. "Come with me, I have something to show you." Kelly said as she dragged Ben around the back of the garage, stopping long enough to tell Rob that lunch was ready. She led him to a paddock that contained a mare and foal. The mare looked at them and walked towards them. "This is Victoria, and that foal is Elizabeth, Vicky and Lizzie for short. Vicky is George's dam and Lizzie is his full sister. His sire Henry is in that paddock over there, we're putting him to another mare today, hopefully we'll get another good bloodline out of that mating. The bloodline is Fernwood Supreme Monarch, with a monarch's name after it, we have Henry, Victoria, George and Elizabeth so far." 

Ben reached out and patted Vicky's nose. "I suppose that Lizzie will be as big and strong as George."

"Probably. Do you like her?"

"I think she'll look spectacular when she's fully grown."

"Come." She climbed over the fence and walked towards the foal who started to run away. Vicky spoke to her and she stopped. Kelly and Ben approached her carefully until Ben was able to reach out and pat her head. Lizzie came to him.

"That seals the deal." Kelly said.

"What are you talking about?" Ben asked.

"How would you like to take up eventing?"

"I don't know, I've never ridden a horse in my life."

"But you can learn, I'll even teach you."

"I'll think about it, okay?"

"We'd better go in for lunch, but let me tell you, I think that you'd make a good event rider, you love horses, and you love me, what more to you need to know?"

"Give me a chance to make up my mind will you?"

"Don't take too long or I'll find someone else for Lizzie."

"That's coercion and against the law."

"Stop being a Lawyer for a moment and think about this, if you take up the sport we can be together, and I can't think of anything better."

"Okay, I give in, but let me tell you, the first time a horse throws me that's it, there will be no more riding."

They had arrived back at the house just as Jan came out to find them. "There you are, from what Rob has told me, I thought that I might have to go behind the hay bales with a bucket of water."

"Mum, I really think that that's uncalled for." They both burst out laughing. The relationship between mother and daughter was the most open and friendly that Ben had ever seen. Everything about this family is built on them trusting and respecting each other, Rob seemed unfazed when he found Kelly and Ben in the trailer, together, and it didn't bother him that they might have been making love.

Now Jan had recognised the fact that there was an attraction between Kelly and Ben that was very much a physical one, as well as the love and respect that she had hoped for her daughter and the man in her life, something that was missing between Kelly and Brad.

It was a sparse meal, a salad with cold meat, followed by fresh fruit and cream and proper coffee from an espresso machine. The conversation began with Kelly recounting her weekend's triumph. "We wish that we could have been there, but there were things happening that kept us here." Rob said.

"I understand." Kelly said. "You had those people coming to look at some horses and couldn't get away. How did it go, by the way?"

"They were interested in a couple of yearlings and," he paused, "they asked about Lizzie."

"You didn't sell her did you, please tell me that you didn't?"

"No, no I didn't. I told them that I would have to ask you about it before I sold her. He's ringing tomorrow to get your answer."

"That's good, she's not for sale, not at any price. I am going to give her to Ben, and he can work to becoming an event rider."

"I have reservations about that. You've known him for how long? Not even a day, and you're making plans involving someone who I would guess has never ridden a horse seriously, let alone over jumps. What if it doesn't work out? What if he's no good at it? What then? Kelly, you know that I love you and respect your decisions when it comes to horses, but don't you think that you should think this over for a while longer before jumping in?"

"No! That's just it. I want Ben to do this because I know that he can. You saw how George took to him, he recognises that Ben is the right person. And before lunch Ben was patting Lizzie on the head like he'd been doing that all his life. Even Vicky recognised that there was something in him that she liked. The three horses have accepted that he would make a perfect event rider."

"So what's the plan then, Ben will have to go to work at some stage, he can't spend all his time here if he wants to afford the cost of this sport, and that's even before he has to fork out for the obligatory clothing. This sport doesn't come cheap you know." He said, addressing this to Ben.

"I'm aware of that sir. I would like to give it a try, just to see if I like it and I have the talent for it."

"Do you have time to make a start this afternoon?" Kelly asked him.

"I can spare a couple of hours, sure."

"Then let's go, you'd better come too Dad, you're a better judge of this than I am because you aren't biased in any way." 

The first thing that Ben had to do was to walk up to Lizzie and rub her nose while talking softly to her. Lizzie didn't back away from him when he approached, and stood while he rubbed her nose and whispered to her. He kept this up for at least half an hour before Kelly asked him to walk away from her. Lizzie, without hesitation, followed him, the imprinting had begun.

"Well, what do you think?" Kelly asked Rob.

"I'll reserve judgement until I see him ride, if he doesn't have a good seat, then all of this has been wasted."

"Give him a chance will you, he's never ridden a horse before." 

"We'll start him gently, I don't think that you should put him on George first up do you?"

"Actually, that's not such a bad idea. George has taken a liking to him and I think that he will recognise Ben's lack of experience and make allowances for it."

"Make allowances for what?" Ben had arrived at the end of the conversation.

"We were discussing your next step." Rob said. "And Kelly wants to put you on George first up."

"Shit, so you want to get rid of me that quickly? All you had to do was tell me to go and I would have, there's no need to go through this charade and risk maiming me for life is there?"

"If I didn't think that you and George would behave yourselves I wouldn't have suggested it."

"Let me talk to him first will you?" Ben asked.

"Sure, why not?"

"Alone, I don't want you to hear the threats that I'm going to make to him. If he throws me off he's pet food." Ben said this with a smile on his face, just to let Kelly know that he wasn't serious.

Ten minutes of walking with George settled Ben's nerves. They paced back and forth until Ben was able to let go of the halter rope and George followed him, his head resting over Ben's shoulder. A bond between the two males in Kelly's life was formed in that time. "Okay, I think I'm ready for this." Ben said as they strolled back to Kelly who was waiting at the fence with the saddle and bridle hanging over the top rail.

Saddled and ready, George stood and waited calmly for Ben to mount. "It's a long way up, how do I do this?"

"Grab the front of the saddle in your left hand while holding the reins, put your left foot in the stirrup, push up with your right foot until you can stand in the left stirrup, then swing your right leg over and there you are."

Ben did as she told him and managed on his first attempt to get his leg over and his right foot in the stirrup. "That was easy, almost. What now?"

"Tell him to walk on." On command George walked forward. Keep your hands low and gently pull on the rein in the direction that you want him to turn. Now bring him back." Kelly and Rob watched as Ben and George did a slow motion figure eight before stopping alongside Kelly. 

"Well, how did I go?"

"What do you think Dad, does he have it in him?"

"It's early days, but the signs are good. I'll have to reserve my final judgement until I see him at full gallop."

"How do I get down from here?" Ben asked.

"Reverse of getting up, hang on to the saddle with your left hand, swing your right leg back over the saddle and lower yourself to the ground." Ben found himself on the ground with Kelly's arms around his neck and lips on his.

"Ahem." From Rob. They broke the clinch. "Don't get too carried away, there's a lot more work to do before you're ready to compete, it could take years."

"Goodie." Kelly said, hugging Ben. They unsaddled George before taking the gear back to the tack room.

Rob looked at Ben's Harley. "How long have you had that?"

"Since I was twelve." This brought curious stares from both Kelly and Rob. "It was my Dad's, he loved it and I guess that it rubbed off on me. I was twelve when he got cleaned up by a car whose driver just 'didn't see him'. The bike was repairable but Dad wasn't, he was a quadriplegic and in a coma for six months before he died. We thought that he was over it, and on the mend, when complications of some sort finished him off. With Mum's blessing, I restored the bike and as soon as I was old enough to ride it I got my license and here I am. Some of the guys that I ride with knew Dad and have been very supportive of me, and have looked after me." Ben took Kelly's hand. "I have loved meeting you and George and the rest of your family, but I'm going to have to leave, I have a job to be getting back to". (And an unhappy fiancé to confront) He thought to himself.

"When will I see you again?" Kelly asked.

"Next Saturday, if that's okay with you and your family."

"More than okay, will it be for breakfast or lunch?"

"Morning tea." He kissed her. "Good-bye my darling Kelly, I'll be here as soon as I can."

"Wait, can I come and see you during the week? I don't know that I can wait until Saturday."

"Okay, give me a ring on Wednesday, I should have caught up with my housework by then."

"Wednesday, you couldn't make it sooner?"

"Okay tomorrow, but you'll have to put up with my messy house."

"I think I can stand it. I'll call you on your mobile tomorrow before I leave."

Ben rode off, thinking about how he was going to break it to Jackie that he was moving on from their relationship.

"Where the fuck have you been?" The words were thrown at him by an angry Jackie as she opened her front door. "I even rang your uncle to see if he knew where you were. He made some vague comment about you going to the assistance of some broken down motorist. All very vague and that got me wondering why you didn't get home last night, surely it didn't take that long to get the person mobile."

"Actually it did, she couldn't get help until this morning."

"That was this morning, you should have been home by lunch time."

"There was a delay and then I had to see that she got home safely, and then I was invited to stay for lunch as payment for my Samaritan efforts. I couldn't say no to that."




George and Ben



"Why do I get the impression that you were not overly keen to get home to me?"

"What gives you that impression?"

"You haven't even kissed me yet, that's what."

"You didn't give me a chance, you jumped down my throat the minute that I got here, but now that you mention it, Jackie."

"This sounds like the brush-off speech coming up."

"I have been giving a great deal of thought to us and our relationship, I haven't been happy for some time, and I'm sure that you haven't either."

"What are you telling me, that you want to end this, to end us?"

"I think us has already ended. When you rang Uncle Ted last night, you weren't alone, were you?"

"I had a friend over, yes."

"A close friend by the sound of it, Uncle Ted told me that your friend called you Honey. It's that bloke from your work, isn't it?"

"Well, can you blame me, you think more of that rotten Harley of yours than you do of me."

"Yeah, I think that much of it that I'm selling it."

"But why? You spent a lot of time and money restoring it, why are you selling it?"

"Because I want to. I've had my fun on it, I've got the information that I need for the report that I'm writing in opposition to the Anti-Association Laws, and I don't need it anymore."

"This wouldn't have anything to do with the stranded motorist being a good looking girl, would it?"

"Stopping to help her started me thinking about my future, yes. I realised that there was more to life than the selfish pursuit of fame and fortune. What I have experienced up until now is leading nowhere, and I need to do new and exciting things before I settle down."

"Well don't expect me to wait for you to make up your mind. I think it best that you leave."

"I believe that you're right. I'll let myself out." She was making a phone call before I reached the front door.

Work was interesting without being exciting. I had completed my report and emailed it to the committee and was just settling down to enjoy the cup of coffee that I had made to replace the one that got cold because I had become too engrossed with work, when my phone rang. Anticipating Kelly's voice, I answered it, it was Brad. "Listen Ben, or whatever your name is, Kelly is my girlfriend and you had better forget all about her if you know what is good for you." I hit the 'record' button on my phone.

"I'm sorry, to whom am I speaking?" That threw him momentarily.

"This is the Ben Jacobsen who was with Kelly yesterday isn't it?"

"Yes it is, and my relationship with my client is of no business of yours. We asked for you to apologise to her for the damage you did to her horse float, an action that was witnessed by several people, including me. If you refuse to comply with this then we will not only sue you for the damages caused, but have you charged with recklessly endangering life. The police have been notified of your actions and are preparing to interview you."

"Are you threatening me?"

"It would seem that way."

"Do you know who it is that you're talking to? I can buy and sell you, and if you attempt to take me on I'll make sure that you have not one cent left to your name. And the same goes for Kelly and her family."

"This would be the same Kelly that you claim is your girlfriend?"

"Yes, no-one crosses me and gets away with it."

"Does Daddy know about this conversation?"

"That's none of your business. Now, do you back off, or do I set the pit bulls onto you?"

"Bring it on mate, I'm not scared of you." There was silence on the line while this sank in, he obviously wasn't used to anyone standing up to him. The silence was followed by the dial tone that signified the conversation had ended.

Minutes later the call that I had been waiting for happened. "Hi Darling, have you tidied up your house in readiness for me?"

"Spick and span my love, but I have to warn you that I might fall asleep during dinner, I pulled an all-nighter to be ready for you."

"I don't think that sleep will be an option."

"What do you have in mind?" I knew very well what she had in mind, I just wanted to hear her talking dirty to me.

"What I have in mind is a night of so much loving that you'll just have time to recover before more of the same on Saturday."

"Before we get too carried away, I have just received a call from Brad warning me to stay away from his girlfriend, that being you, and to forget about suing for the damage to your trailer. I threatened to have him charged with a variety of offences including endangering life. He's not a happy chappie right now."

"He rang Dad and threatened all sorts of dire consequences if we go ahead with any actions against him. What can we do, his family is filthy rich and can hire the best lawyers available."

"If they try to hire me, I'll just turn them down." I was joking of course, they would never consider hiring me.

"Back to the most important topic, what time do you want me to be at your place?"

"Why don't you come to my work and we'll dine out and I can take you to mine later?"

"Sounds good to me, when do you want me?"

"All the time, but for now, as soon as you can get here." Half an hour later our receptionist announced that Kelly had arrived and I asked for her to be sent through to my office. I, for one, am glad that they don't have CCTV cameras in offices because we stopped just short of fornication.

The meal was a blur, it must have been good given the size of the bill. The taxi ride home was a blur, but that was until we arrived at the end of my street. "Keep driving, don't stop!" Kelly urged the driver. 

"What's the matter?" Ben asked her.

"That's Brad's car parked opposite your house." She said, pointing to a Porsche.

"Oh it is, is it? We'll take care of him." Ben dialled the Police line. "Hi, my name is Ben Jacobsen, and I live at 32 Harbour Rd. I had a threatening phone call from a man that I am pressing charges against for endangering life. This person is at this moment parked opposite my house and I would hazard a guess that his intentions are not entirely friendly. What can I do about it?" Ben listened for a minute while the policeman explained his options. "Very well, the details that have led to me wanting to press charges are that last Sunday afternoon, this person Brad Wilkins, yes that family, is that going to be a problem for you?" Another pause while the policeman told him that this would definitely not be a problem. "Well he loosened the wheel nuts on one of the wheels of a horse float being towed by a Range Rover being driven by Kelly Jordan. Apart from the fact that she could conceivably have lost control of both vehicles and been injured or killed, in the horse float was an extremely valuable horse. Luckily she managed, by showing an extremely high level of driving skill, to stop the vehicles without causing harm to herself or her horse. The man in question did it because he was upset that Ms Jordan beat him in a three day event over the weekend. He has vowed revenge if I go ahead with the charges on her behalf." Another short pause. "Thank you very much for this." He put the phone back in his pocket. "Do you want to sit and watch the fireworks?" He asked Kelly.

"You bet."

"Driver, would you turn around and go back to my street and park a hundred metres up the road from my house."

"You're paying." The taxi turned around and parked. 

Five minutes later two police cars entered the street from opposite ends and parked in such a way that Brad could not move. While what was said could not be heard by Kelly or Ben, it was obviously heated, at least Brad was getting very animated and making threatening gestures. He was restrained and placed in one of the squad cars and driven off. One of the policemen drove Brad's Porsche away.

"That was exciting." Kelly said, hugging Ben, "I think that we should go home and celebrate."

"Round one to us. I think that would be an excellent idea." Ben said. "Driver, take us home."

"We should ring Mum and Dad to let them know what has happened," Kelly gasped as she came down from yet another orgasm, "I can't imagine that Mr Wilkins will take having his son arrested lying down."

"You're thinking about that at a time like this? Anyway, don't you think it's a little late to be ringing them now, it is one o'clock?"

"Is it that time already? Boy, do you have some stamina, that's two and a half hours that we've been making love."

The morning was the calm before the storm. A heart starter followed by a joint shower, in turn followed by a leisurely breakfast, followed by a taxi ride to Ben's office, and that was when the shit storm began. Ben was engaged in kissing Kelly good-bye in the office foyer when the receptionist interrupted. "Ben, Mr Tomlinson wants you in his office immediately, and if this is Kelly, she's included in that request, if not I'm sorry."

"Ben, come in and have a seat," Stewart Tomlinson is the senior partner in the legal firm Tomlinson, Prentice and Associates, and a very powerful man in legal circles. "And you must be Kelly, I'm pleased to meet you, but not pleased by the circumstances of this meeting. My ears are still ringing following a rather long and angry phone call from Spencer Wilkins. It would appear that his son Bradley has spent the night in police cells following his arrest outside your house last night. An arrest, so I've been told, instigated by you on some fictitious and spurious grounds. He has threatened this firm with sanctions that, he claims, will put us out of business. Would you care to enlighten me?"

"Most certainly, but first I need to get something from my office. In the meantime Kelly can explain how this all began." Ben left to retrieve the memory card from his voice recorder.

"Last weekend I competed in a three day event which I won, much to the disgust of Brad Wilkins, who, up until that time had been my boyfriend, or to put it another way, I had agreed, under some duress, to be his girlfriend. It was not my idea of a relationship, but as my father bred his horses, Brad figured that if I married him he would be guaranteed a steady supply. I didn't agree with the way that he treated them, and was looking for an excuse to break up with him. On the way home from the event, we stopped at a truck stop for a coffee and he began to abuse me. He made several accusations about my use of sexual favours to influence the judges as being the only reason that I could have won. He stormed out and, before driving off, he loosened the wheel nuts on one of the axles of my horse float. Unfortunately for him, Ben saw him do it. I lost a wheel and just managed to pull up without incident, but found myself stranded kilometres from nowhere and this was where Ben came onto the scene and saved the day. Brad threatened Ben yesterday and when we arrived back at Ben's house last night he was parked across the road. We figured that he was waiting for us, but not in a good way, so Ben called the police."

Ben arrived back with the memory card and placed it in his boss's recorder. He scrolled through the messages until he found the recording of his conversation with Brad. The three of them sat in silence until the end of the recorded conversation.

"I think that it's high time that someone stood up to the Wilkins family of bullies." Tomlinson said. "My nephew was competing on the weekend, and I went to watch and support him. You did very well my dear and fully deserved your success, even Tim said so. He also told me that Brad was extremely angry at losing, so I have some of the background details. This recording, combined with the one that I took of the father's call this morning, will give us the ammunition that we need to put a stop to their bullying tactics. We will take out a restraining order preventing them from contacting, and in any way adversely affecting the lives of each of us and your family, Kelly. And I am contacting the Equestrian Federation and asking them to slap a twelve month ban on Brad competing in any competition events on the grounds that he has brought the sport into disrepute, and that will rule him out of any consideration for Olympic selection. If they want to contest this, the media will hear of it, and the reasons behind the actions that we're taking. They will have a field day, because the Wilkins family would have to be their least favourite people."

Sometimes it takes being hit around the head with a lump of four by two with a six inch nail hanging out of it for the message to sink in. In the case of the Wilkins, it took a court appearance, and gaol time for breaching the restraining order, for the message to be driven home. The louder they ranted about Brad being unjustly suspended from competition, the more people came out of the woodwork with evidence of their tactics, and this included several members of the equestrian judging panel.

For Kelly and Ben, life took on a new meaning. Kelly and George competed successfully and she only just missed out on the Olympic team. Ben and Lizzie's training and bonding progressed in stages until he was almost ready to begin riding her. He began by leading her around without a halter or bridle. Then she was trained to walk with a halter, all the time Ben talked to her just as Kelly had talked to George. After six months of this she was introduced to the bridle until she readily accepted it being put on. Another couple of months later a saddle blanket was placed on her back and gradually Ben began to lean on her to get her to accept his weight. When she fully accepted the weight, the saddle was introduced and the weight process repeated until Ben was able to sit on her. For the first month he sat on her for several minutes before getting off and leading her around.

Lizzie was a three year old before Ben began to ride her. Again it was a slow process, for the first month they walked with Kelly and George, then it was at a canter for a couple of months before trotting for another couple of months before they began to gallop.

As a four year old they began their event training, learning the Dressage discipline, how and when to react to the smallest of signals, along with jumping small fences. The height of the fences were increased incrementally until, as a five year old she was able to clear full height fences with ease.

From the time that Lizzie was two years old Kelly had begun to work with George's replacement. As an eight year old George would be reaching the age where he would soon have to stop competing, and be put to stud. Ben offered to let Kelly ride Lizzie in competitions, but she declined, choosing instead to compete on George until her new horse, a black stallion called Harry, was ready for competition.

As it was, Kelly had to take some time from full-time competition, time leading up to the birth of the first of the next generation of riders, a pretty little filly called Rachel. This was followed a year later by a son, Alexander, or Zander for short.

Ben and Kelly were married a year after they met. Ben had moved into the Jordan stud farm months before, the excuse being so that he could spend more time bonding with Lizzie than would have been possible otherwise. Of course the chance of living with Kelly was an influence on that decision, the major influence as it turned out, and one fully supported by Rob and Jan. Most of Ben's work could be done from home and he only needed to go to the office for meetings and court appearances.

"Does life get any better than this?" Kelly asked Ben as she worked on getting him ready for another bout of love making.

"No." Ben paused from kissing her pubic mound to answer.

"You keep that up and I won't be responsible for my actions." He kept it up. Kelly could not continue the conversation because her mouth was occupied sucking his cock.

"I think we should try to get some sleep, don't you?" Kelly whispered. She could do little more than whisper, it was an hour later and she had given voice to her pleasure several times before Ben had let go and come into her. For her, life was serene, several years of marriage and two children had not dampened her enthusiasm for Ben and his cock, she had George to ride, and Ben to ride her, the two best things in life.

Brad Wilkins could not face the equestrian community following his suspension, and the fact that everyone knew the reason behind it. He tried several different sports, with no great success, before turning his attention to the gradual decline of the family business. It would appear that goodwill held more currency than money to the local business community.



George & Buster



"These are my old digs," George told Buster after the game. "Let me show ya around town, kiddo."

"I'm kind of tired, Georgie. I just want to grab a bite to eat at the hotel and get some shuteye."

"It ain't even dark yet," George spoke from the windowless visitors' locker room in Fenway.

As usual, Buster put on a fresh white shirt and his grey suit coat, trousers, and thin tie. He looked the part of the college man he was only a few years ago.

George, on the other hand, looked scruffy in whatever he wore, even a tuxedo. In contrast to Buster's beige felt fedora, George wore a flat paddy cap.

"Snazzy, huh?" George asked, seeking Buster's approval, as he nestled the felt cap over his full head of brown hair.

"Yes, George, it's real snazzy." Buster, bemused, indulged his friend, and they set off for fine dining in Beantown.

The teammates took a cab to a restaurant on Beacon Street allegedly owned by Mayor James Michael Curley himself. The cab driver was taken aback by George inserting his 250-pound frame alongside him in the front seat. 

In short order, George bellowed a monstrous fart that fouled the air in the little coupe, but he made up for it by paying the cabby $20 for a 50-cent fare.

In the restaurant, no one recognized Buster, the first player ever to hit four home runs in a big league game, but everyone knew who George was. 

The maître-d' fawned over the big guy and other customers pointed, gawked, and a few mustered the nerve to ask for an autograph. He happily signed his name a dozen times, commenting at one point how he could feel all the women were hot for him, right under their husbands' noses.

George and Buster enjoyed appetizers of oysters, sirloin steaks with baked potato, and desserts of cherries jubilee. George got a kick out of the waiter setting the dessert dish on fire. 

Buster was stuffed to the gills, but George put in a special request for the chef to grill him a hamburger, which he polished off with his sixth glass of wine.

Buster marveled that his older teammate barely showed the effects of imbibing and insisted that they take another cab ride.

"They call this the Combat Zone," the right fielder informed the first baseman. 

"Are you sure we should be walking around here? Is it safe?" Buster was just a bit nervous.

"Oh, you, kid," the reform-school boy wrapped his arms around the Columbia alumnus in a bear hug. "Relax and have a good time."

A woman whistled from a darkened doorway. George nodded, touching the brim of his cap, but walked past her.

"Not tonight, sugar," he said, beyond earshot, for Buster's benefit.

"No soap because she's colored?" Buster asked him.

"Gosh, no, I've had plenty of colored ass. It's 'cause she's alone. We need two girls, one for you."

"Sorry, George, I'm married. Remember? We're both married." 

"Our wives ain't here, are they? How can they do their wifely duties when we're so far from home, huh?" 

Then George changed the subject. 

"I heard that miserable bastard Cobb threw a pregnant colored woman down the stairs at a rooming house. They said she was a chambermaid, and he said she stole somethin' from his room, but I know damn well he was tryin' to fuck her and she said no." 

"What an ass he is," Buster concurred. "Negroes are good enough to have sex with, but they aren't good enough to play baseball with us." 

"If Jose Mendez, Smokey Joe Williams, and Cannonball Dick Redding played in the bigs with us, we'd clinch the pennant by the Fourth of July and go fishin' till the Series." 

Two sharply dressed young women stood together in front of a gin mill, looking almost too elegant to be street walkers.

"How do you do, ladies," George said to one of them, who was blonde in a blue dress. The other was a brunette in a summery floral print.

"Good evening, gents." The blonde sauntered up to George and rubbed her pointy breast against his chest. The brunette took Buster by the arm.

"We can go somewheres more quiet," the blonde whore said. "There's a room upstairs, above the bar."

Buster started to beg off, but George interrupted, "I'll entertain both girls. You can sit and wait for me." On the way up, he asked the blonde, "How much?" She had already bared a tit for her customer to play with.

"Forty bucks," she replied, lifting her dress to show off her silky slip and underpants, as the brunette chimed in, "That's forty bucks each!"

Upstairs there was a bedroom and parlor with a small table and chairs. Buster read an old copy of Collier's magazine while George cavorted with his duo of harlots. 

Less than an hour passed, as Buster heard a good deal of thumping, rustling, and laughing from behind the closed door. He tried to distract himself by reading and thinking of his wife, Eleanor. He would make sure he found a payphone when they got back to the hotel.

Suddenly, there was a mournful cry from behind the closed door and the women's voices were cackling unintelligibly. Buster jumped to his feet as the brunette came through the door, wearing a satin robe open in the front, revealing her pancake boobies and wiry fur bush.

"You better come in here and take care of you friend," she said frantically. "He's in a bad way."

George sat with the blondie at the edge of the bed, stark naked with his bloated belly overhanging his distended penis and dropping balls. He was sobbing uncontrollably, spilling tears onto his swirly chest hairs.

"What happened?" Buster asked, concerned for his friend, but a tad disgusted at his state.

"We were having fun. We both sucked him off and he ate me out, then Joyce." 

The blonde motioned toward her dark-haired companion. 

"He put it to me while Joyce gave him a back rub, sitting on his ass." 

The fair-haired streetwalker had pointy, large nippled breasts, thick thighs, and jet black pubies.

"When it was my turn to screw him," Joyce said sadly, "he couldn't get it up."

"This never happened to me before." Georgie was weeping inconsolably. 

Joyce affectionately put her hand on the slugger's beefy shoulder. "I'm sorely disappointed. His big schlong made Alice come right off the bat."

Buster nodded, smiling and trying not to laugh at the comedy on display before him. "Maybe you should get dressed, George."

"W-w-what if I-I-I can't get a hard-on no more?" the Babe looked up, pleading for an answer.

"I'm sure you'll feel better after a good night's sleep," his clean-cut companion assured him. 

As George sloppily dressed himself, he muttered, "Yeah, I gotta sleep it off."

Buster asked Joyce and Alice if George had settled accounts with them and they said he overpaid them handsomely. Buster bade the ladies goodnight and led George out by the arm. He almost forgot his hat and Buster perched it sideways on the man-child's topknot. 

Buster flagged down a taxi and George plunked himself in front, as usual, for the ride to the Copley Plaza Hotel.

In the lobby, George asked Buster if he wanted to hit the bar for a nightcap. 

"We have a game tomorrow at three," the Iron Horse admonished. 

"Yeah, you're right," the Bambino sighed. "We hafta beat them Sox again, right?"

They would do exactly that, and Number 3 and Number 4 would homer back-to-back in the game.

"I've screwed two girls at once lots of times," George told Buster as if to reassure him.

"I'm sure you have, Babe," Lou replied amicably. 

The "Pride of the Yankees" telephoned his wife from the hotel's lobby and he chatted with Eleanor about their future children, and the happy retirement they looked forward to sharing.

"I love you, Elie."

"I love you, Lou."