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Jerrid

By: TonyClink



I guess I will start with the basics. My name is Jerrid. Currently, I am 5'2 and weigh about 130 pounds. I have blue eyes and a small frame. Physically that's about it. In the equipment section, I have a 7 and a half inch member that I keep shaved. The story really begins when I turn 19, it goes threw stages, but the setup requires a bit of years. If you want to skip ahead to the sex, find my 19th birthday.

Growing up was normal for me. Just like any boy, with one big difference. For as long as I can remember I've always been babysat by the same person; my father's co-worker, Derick. Nothing was odd about him at all, and he was always kind. He taught me about respect and obedience that I would never have found at home.

When I was about 16 years old, my parents moved away. I did not want to leave school so Derick offered to take me in. My parents have been friends with him since they were kids themselves, and had no qualms over me living there.

When I turned 17 I began to notice guys, and started feeling attracted to them. I have already had a few girlfriends at this point, and I have even slept with a guy or two. Derick taught me a great deal about respect, and sticking to what you are told. With this mentality school was always easy, specially with my male teachers.

Life continued as normal, but since I was no longer living at home I was to work off me living with Derick. He had me do chores and clean everything, which I tended to with the best of my abilities; I felt it was my responsibility as a growing adult.

During my 18th year of life, things began to change. Things changed so slowly that I did not notice them. Derick touched me more, caressed me, and made me feel so warm inside. It was around this time that I discovered that I was madly in love with Derick. No one could ever compare to him. He was majestic in every way. I was not doing chores because it was my responsibility anymore; I was doing them to please Derick. His displeasure made me so upset at myself, so angry at myself. He made me feel like nothing when he was angry or upset. He made me feel like I was worthless. I hated when he was displeased and did my very best not to. On my 19th birthday, my life became so much more. Derick asked me what I wanted for my birthday, at this point my parents no longer had any contact with me, Derick was my life. I replied with my one true wish, and that was to be as close to him as possible.

Derick is 42 years old, and 6 foot. He has dark, dark brown hair; almost black, and a soft short beard and piercing green eyes. His chest is thick, and his abs are made of stone. His legs are long and sharp, with perfect lines of muscle going down them. He has a firm hard ass, and perfect lines in his back. His feet are proportionate and angle at a medium arch. I have been his masseuse all my life; I knew each and every part of him. Today, finally, after my all my yearning, Derick asked me to take off my clothes so he could see me. I did as commanded, as I would always do with him. Trembling in nervousness, and not wanting to displease, I removed my shirt, my pants, and my underwear. He walked over to his desk and opened a drawer taking out a small silver box. While undressing he said, "Now Jerrid, if you really want to do this we need to discuss some things." 

"You are now old enough to make this decision; this is why I have held back all these years. I needed to know how you felt, how you feel, and how you are going to feel. If you really want me to be close to you, you must always do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you to do it. If you accept this and still want to live here, you must only be my little boy." He got up and walked towards me, and gently started stroking my hair. "What I mean to say is, you will no longer be anything but my toy, and my servant. If you want me, and you want this to happen, you must agree."

I did not know what to say, I was not sure what I was hearing! Derick wanted me to be a... Derick wanted me to be a slave? I have been taught hard work and respect... but a slave? He has beaten me if I did something wrong before... but I watch porn, I know what he is asking! Those poor girls get beat half to death! Standing before Derick, trembling, I could think of nothing else to do but accept, but before I did; I asked one question, "If I were to decide later that I did not want to be a toy and a servant?" 

"If you accept, and later in life you decide this is something you cannot do, you will no longer be welcome at my house, or be welcome to talk to me in any fashion. I will not have a disobedient servant. I pay you in clothes and a place to live, and your own room if you choose to use it. But I will not have one that comes and goes as he pleases. It is your choice. If you do not accept now, you will get dressed; and I will help you get your own apartment and you will be on your own." Derick did not blink, or change his stance. He delivered his statement as he would talking about the weather. He had been planning this for years it seems. I knew growing up that he was harsher than any of my friends parents in school. I knew he made me feel worse then most parents did, but he was not my parent, he was just my guardian. I always figured he took advantage of my love, but it was easy.

"I accept your offer Derick, Master, or whatever you want to be called." I prostrated my naked body to the floor and kissed his shoe." He handed me the silver box that he had taken from the drawer, and told me to put it on. I pulled out a beautiful silver collar; like one you'd see on a high prized dog, with diamond incrusted name tags with my name on it, on the opposite side of the collar was a loop, where a leash hung. I put it on and clasped it; I knew my life had changed that moment.

"My little boy has grown up, and became a slut. You just accepted my offer because you have nothing else... You are a worthless little slut," with that he hit me as hard as he could in the jaw and I went flailing. "Sluts have one purpose, and you are going to fulfill that purpose now! Undress me slut." As soon as the small black flecks stopped and my vision returned, I walked back over to him, and unlaced his shoes, as carefully as I could; making sure not to do anything wrong. I slid his socks down and stood up. I unbuttoned his belt, careful not to pinch him, and then unfastened his work pants, and let them fall to the floor.

He had a beautiful member. His cock was 8 inches long and thick. A shiny blue vein ran down the bottom of it, and his head was slightly bigger than his shaft. His balls hung perfectly, and it smelled beautiful. I unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as I could, making sure not to break buttons, but quickly enough to get it off in a hurry. He grabbed the leash, sat down on his bed and asked, "Do you want this?" He grabbed the base of his hairless cock and gave it a shake. "You do want this; I see it in your eyes boy. Get on your knees."

I gingerly got on the floor, my face still sore from his earlier assault, and took his dick in my hands. I slowly opened my mouth, and a sharp tug hit my jugular and I jerked, letting go of his cock. "I did not give you permission to touch it, a slutty bitch like you needs to earn that right. You MUST not do that again, without my permission you little bitch!" I looked up at him, and he looked so mad. I suddenly felt like nothing. I felt worthless, but I did as I said I would, and did as he said. I opened my mouth, using my lips to lower his majestic member and slid it into my mouth. It felt so warm, it pulsed with each drop. His cock was so big, and I could not fit it all in my mouth, so I flipped my lips over my teeth and bit down, slowly inching it in and out. "That is good, you are doing very good, keep trying to get it all down boy."

He called me boy, not slut; I was doing well, I felt pleased with myself. I quickly attempted to get it all down, and he stood up and leaned, helping me. Soon I had it going in and out of my neck, with his help. He grabbed my neck and told me to hold still, and I did so. With slow long thrusts he started fucking my face, my lips stretching back and fourth from his member. He started to pick up the pace, spit dribbling from his dick and onto the floor, my cock throbbing with excitement. 

I was in heaven. My new master was fucking my face and I was pleasing him. He did this for a good 15 minutes, just balls slapping on my chin, dick cutting off my air supply and allowing me to breathe at the same time with each thrust. "That's a good boy, you did not even gag! I am impressed, you may now touch me." With that I grabbed his ass as hard as I could and shoved his cock in my mouth, as deep as it could go. I felt his pelvis hit my nose and his balls made a slap on the bottom part of my face.

He slipped his cock out of me, and hit my lips with it a few times. "That was very nice boy, stand up and put your hands on the bed, lean over." I did as I was told, my ass facing towards him, he was going to fuck me! I was going to please my master today! He went back to the drawer that held the box for my collar, and pulled out a thin tube of lubrication. "For now on toy, you will be lubed and ready by nine PM every night, don't say anything, you can't talk yet, just nod." 

I did so, and he came over to me, and smeared a generous amount in my asshole. He slowly worked his fingers in and around, loosening up my rear. He dropped a thin line of lube down on his cock and pressed the head into my ass. I felt so great, my ass started pulsing with my heartbeat, and my prick bounced with each beat. My heart was going to come out of my chest, and all I could do was sit and wait. It entered further, and my ass spread, I felt some pressure, but it did not hurt. With every inch my stomach felt tighter, and my ass loosened more. I was ready... 

It started to go in more easily and he thrust hard, and yanked my collar arching my back. I nearly came right then, the sensation was more then I ever thought it could be. I spread my legs and pushed against the collar, it choking me. He grabbed a huge handful of my hair, and pulled; thrusting hard and backing away, thrusting hard and backing away. My dick felt like it was going to explode! He pushed me head first into the bed, and I reached out and grabbed the blankets, holding on for dear life. I grabbed the bedding with two tight fists and thrust back at him, forcing him deeper inside me, he continued this for a good 30 minutes, each of us fighting to get his cock in deeper and harder. I had already came all over the bed once, but he still kept fucking, my cock filled back to his size, and I came again, he pulled out, turned me around, and stuck his dick in my mouth. His warm fluid filled it, and trickled down my chin... I had made my master cum, it was the first day of my real life. I did the right thing, this is what I wanted to do.

The next few months progressed just like this... Every night I was lubed and ready, when I did something wrong I got a beating and was denied his touch. One week he even went without letting me out of my room, but I had accidentally bit his cock. Every now and again he'd invite a few friends over to fuck me... but none of them were ever as good as my master. I would cook clean, and feed him. Some mornings id make breakfast and suck him off while he ate, some nights I would make dinner and massage his feet while he ate. Every night I would shave his body, and do his hair. I dressed him, undressed him, and even read stories to help him sleep. I was the perfect slave. 

The best night was when he had a dinner party for a few of his work friends. I had cleaned the dining room and the kitchen. I made a full 3 course dinner, but he had a woman there to serve it. He had other plans for me. He made me clear off the middle of the table, in which he had me lie down. The girl had stacked food all around me, and Derick placed fruits and the like over my body. He put an apple in my mouth and told me, you are nothing but a decoration; you will not talk or move. If you do this well ill buy you a treat.

In my entire life I have never been so used. I was a decoration. I was there to be looked at and not touched. I was a toy. But I did as my master said, and even when I was tickled, I did not move. I was eaten off of, and one guy even licked my balls, but I did not stir. When I was done, the serving lady stripped, and I got her for my present. 

She was the slave of his brother apparently. We became friends and I was allowed to call her now and again, but that's a story for another time.

E-Mail me comments. 

Jerry



My interest in bra's began when I was nineteen, getting ready to go to bed and washing up. Mom just left the shower and I saw her white bra hanging out of the red wicker hamper and I picked it up. I don't know why her white silky and lacey bra turned me on but it did and that bra found its way into the back pocket of my jeans and the bulge covered by a flannel shirt.. When I thought of the times I saw a bit of moms boobs, well that only made romancing her bra a lot nicer. When I finished having my way with her bra it was balled up and stuffed as far back into my drawer as possible. Had I remembered mom distributes clean laundry on the Saturday of every week I would have stashed the bra in my closet.

Two weeks later on a Saturday morning I was working on a five horse power go-kart engine when I hear,

JERREEEEEE!.

That was moms voice all right and I had a sneaking idea someone's ass was going to be mowed. I got to my bedroom and sitting on my bed was mom with her white silky lacey bra across her lap.

"Any idea how my bra got into your drawer and why it is damp.. .Jerry?"

"Yeah mom I do." So I stood there not saying a word.

"Well?" I realized she also wanted me to explain why her bra was in my drawer.

"Why is it so damp Jerry?"

"I was holding it. . . Mom."

"I believe that Jerry, that you were holding it, as it would be so easy to wipe up the mess after you came into it. . .Right?"

Bob Dylan's song, "My back pages." comes to mind as he speaks of crimson flames and I am telling you said flames were licking at my pride and my face was red.

"Yes mom, you are right."

"It did not come to your mind that that was my bra, and you had no right to do what you did? How would you like it if I stole the magneto from that go-kart engine?"

Damn, she knows about magneto's, I was surprised, I had no idea mom knew what a magneto was. Only one thing to do, say I am sorry and throw myself upon the mercy of the court.

"Mom, I know you are mad and that I am in serious trouble but I have to ask, "What do you know about magneto's?"

"You are right, you are in serious trouble, and I do know about magneto's as your uncle Bill or my brother works on outboard engines.

A magneto is a magnet that works with a coil of wire to make the spark for the sparkplug. 

Mom was partly right but left out some details and I felt it was up to me to let her know I was really learning about the gas engines course I am in.

"Mom, what you say is true but actually the magneto has two coils of wire, a primary and secondary winding,"

I guess I was so into letting her know I knew how a magneto worked, I did not see or understand why she sat there with her eyes shooting sparks and her mouth wide open.

The primary winding which is made up of a few hundred turns of 22 gage wire and the secondary coilhas like four thousand turns or a twenty to one ratio.

The primary winding is opened and closed through a cam switch called the points and as the flywheel magnets pass over the coil frame and

"Shut up Jerry! I am not here to learn how a magneto works! Damn I don't believe this!

"I mean you go and have your way with my bra and when I chew you out for it, you give me a lesson on magneto's?"

"So what was it like Jerry, playing with my bra?"

I guess mom realized her son found out a cock could give a guy some pleasures, and used with a silky lacey smooth white bra was a great thing to do. So I figured if I could go and visit uncle Bill I could learn even more.

"Mom."

Yes Jerry?" she asked with a good amount of vinegar added to a very little bit of honey.

"Any chance I could go and visit uncle Bill, so I could learn more about engines?"

I think the question removed any anger and she seemed to think I knew exactly what I did, She probably figured, don't make a big deal out of this, He does have a nice girlfriend.

"Just leave my bra's alone, o.k.?"

"Sure mom."

I was getting very good marks in high school and it looked like I would graduate with honors. I had been dating Sarah, a nice girl two years older then me and we really got along quite nicely. 

Her Mom is a large woman as is my mom, plenty of boob for sure. Well one day her mom had me over for Sunday dinner and when I went to wash up I saw what had to be her moms bra hanging over the shower curtain bar. Oh man, I saw a big bra, mauve in color; smooth and lacey. When I thought of the times I had with my moms bra, I snagged it. Right into my back pocket and my leather motorcycle vest covered the bulge.

After dinner we were on the sofa listening to Connie Frances and her mom walked into the living room.

"Sarah, have you seen my bra? it was in the bathroom?"

"I saw it there this morning."

When I left Sarah's home that evening I had a great time with that bra and her mom never got it back. 

I guess they figured where it went and considered me a pervert. I did not see Sarah again until graduation day and of course her mom was there too.

"Hello Jerry, I see you made top honors too!"

"Yes Mrs. Hingham, I did, thank you."

"Mom, I'll be back in a few minutes." Said Sarah. 

"O.K. dear, So Jerry, have you been enjoying that smooth lacy mauve brassiere of mine?"

I guess she thought she would embarrass me by asking that but truth be known, I figured there was a good chance of that question coming up and I was ready for it.

"Yes Mrs. Hingham I have and it just so happens I found out its worth over at Dillard's and can pay you for it right now." So I pulled out two twenties and a ten and was surprised when she asked,

"Why did you grab it, Jerry?" thought it was Sarah's?"

"I did not know much about these but I knew it could not be hers, I guess when it comes right down to it, I found myself liking you a lot Mrs. H."

I guess I said it with real meaning as she believed it. 

"Jerry, what exactly were you thinking when you were uh, well, hmmm, having a nice time with my brassier?" 

"To be very honest Mrs. H I was thinking and wondering what happened to your husband and yes I was wondering how good a time a guy could have with your boobs."

"My husband drove a gas tanker truck which due to something wrong with a bonding wire, a spark was made and that was the end of the truck, my husband and part of a neighborhood."

"So you think my boobs could give a guy a good time, do you?"

"Yes Mrs. H but what would really make the whole thing nice is to be in love with the woman whose boobs they are."

"Love is a beautiful emotion, Jerry and I am not angry about you taking the bra although I looked in vain for it. But I do have a few ideas. As I understand you are quite the guy when it comes to small engines, like lawnmower engines?"

"Yes Mrs. H I am.

"Well, I want to keep my place looking good and I tried to mow the lawn but could not get the mower running, think you could check it out? And if so, I will consider that bra as payment, if you get it running.

"Sure Mrs. H. I will come over tomorrow.

I was there the next day and the mower was by the garage, so I need not bother Mrs. H. 

I found the magneto was no good and went to the public landfill to scrounge one from another mower. I did find one and grabbed the points as well and in a few hours I had that mower running. I did her front lawn as well as trimming the grass around the front steps and small flower garden.

Mrs. H. Was grateful, gave me a hug, even, pulling my head into those awesome forty four D's 

"Well Jerry, you are a great guy, what was wrong with the mower?"

The magneto was no good, no spark. So I went to the dump and got one from another engine, no cost at all.

"Well that is good and you mowed the lawn as well as trimmed. I think you are entitled to a course in Boobs and bra's 101. Follow me.

I willingly followed her to her bedroom and watched in amazement as she removed her housedress and bra keeping on her slip panties and heels. When she took off that bra her two red hot nipples were erect and I looked at them with passion.

Mrs. H was up on the bed and patted a spot on the sheet motioning me to come on up, which I did.

"Jerry, I know you know what nipples look like but did you know there is a way to make them extra sensitive?"

"No I did not know that."

"Well grab my boob with two hands and squeeze hard."

I did so.

"See it getting redder and plumper?" Mrs. H. asked.

"Oh yes, very nice."

"Lick my boob, Jerry."

So I grabbed her boob like Tarzan grabbing a vine and started to lick her boob and this was very nice. I licked long and slow or short and fast and Mrs. H. is starting to breathe a bit heavier as well as some little noises here and there which I knew were expressions of contentment.

"Oh Jerry, that is so nice, how'd you know about the long slow, short fast licking thing?"

"Gosh, I don't know, I mean it's not like I get to do this often."

"That could change, Jerry." 

She then gave me a feather and told me to tickle her other boob, which I did and I was pretty hard by now and Mrs. H. saw it and said,

"Too bad you don't have my bra with you, I could jerk you off into it. "Said Mrs. H. with a smile.

I guess she just assumed I did not have it but I did.

"You would really do that for me?" I asked, my voice filled with wonder.

"Sure Jerry, you got my mower going and even mowed my front yard."

I pulled out her brassier from my rear pocket. I had it in a plastic food bag.

"Well, here it is." I said as it hung from my hand.

"Well Jerry I can't jerk you off with your pants on!"

I was out of my pants in a jiffy and back up on her bed. With my heart and mind full of lust. 

"Well, Mrs. H. I bet you did not know I would have that bra with me."

"What's with being so formal, call me Alice."

"And it looks like I'm heading for wonderland!"

"Cute." She said as she looked at me with a grin.

She grabbed a bottle of skin cream and put a bit on her hand and slowly jerked me off. It was so nice having an older lady fill my fantasies.

"Let me see that bra Jerry." 

I gave it to her.

"You have great taste in brassiere's Jerry, that's for sure. 

She said that as she slowly jerked my cock and she went faster and faster. Seeing I was close to getting off she was ready to let me cum into her lacey; satin; mauve bra. And then I came and she was still jerking it as I shot out a few good wads of the stuff. Alice made sure it went into the cup of the bra so she could lick it out. And she loved the stuff.

"Well Jerry, I am sure you will love romancing my bra now." She said with a smile. 

I had to get going as did Alice and I thanked her very much for what she had done for me.

"No kiss?" she asked in a slightly hurt way.

"I did not want to be improper, Alice."

"It is o.k. Jerry, I like what we did, I know you did too."

I thought I would be mowing her lawn and that things could or would happen, but I saw her mowing it herself and figured she did not want to get involved with me. It was probably just a nice time between us, not meant to happen again. Ships passing in the night.

Seven years later

I had found work here and there, the economy took a dump and people were being laid off by the hundreds. By the time I turned twenty six the economy turned on a dime and there were a lot more jobs out there.

I started looking for work and found a company the next town north who ran a good size shop fixing industrial type engines like Wisconsin and Kohler two and four cylinder engines for air compressors; generators; and pumps. 

The shop employed three people two mechanics and a stockroom lady named Daisy.

There was something very fresh and spring like about Daisy. She had a personality that was quite charming and she was always in a jolly mood. I often wondered why she was not married.

I was making good money as I had a lot of experience but what I really liked was to work on those big Wisconsin one cylinder air cooled engines. 

Being around Daisy was great too as I really her and would often buy her a coffee and Danish. Well half a year had gone by and we were getting along quite nicely.The guys knew I was a good mechanic but were rather cool to me so far as wanting me to join them at lunch.

No problem. Daisy and I spent most of our lunchtime together and we loved each other's company. 

One day Daisy asked me to get a medium size box from the stockroom and she did not want to fall off the ladder. I was up the ladder by six rungs and I could see down Daisy's cleavage and was quite impressed. Of course she noticed.

"Like what you see Jerry?" asked Daisy.

"Very much so, I think that the way you look has been providing me with plenty of fantasy material."

Man, the smile Daisy had could guide ships through a heavy fog.

"Oh, you are just saying that because you know I am fifty six."

"How would I know that Daisy? Really, how could I know that?"

"Ya know Dais, I have wondered, those two guys, are they married? 

"No.. .Why?"

"Just seems they would be interested in you."

"No they could care less, as long as I do my job, that's all that matters."

"How about me taking you out to dinner, Daisy, say the Olive Garden?" 

"Really, Jerry?"

"Yes really, I am serious and I hope you don't mind me saying I would so much like to see more of you when you're not working."

'O.K. Jerry I like that idea a lot, of course You could come over for Sunday dinner. 

She started to say more but the intercom buzzed her, One of the men needed her to check for an engine part.

Daisy also wore a pair of half-glasses that fed my erotic fantasies. When she wasn't looking through them they hung from a fancy glass beaded neck chain across her ample bosoms. She left them on the counter over by the computer. I just had to see if they were free of smudges or finger prints. How in hell's she going to see anything through these? I grabbed a clean hanky from my back pocket and I was looking through them to see if they were ready to be seen through. Yup I had the neck chain over the back of my neck too and Daisy walks in.

"Hi Jerry, having a hard time seeing up close are you?"

"Not at all, I saw them here and wondered if they were clean enough to see through, I mean 3's 5's S's and 8's can look the same at times. 

"How do you know about that?" asked Daisy.

"My grandmother told me."

"Jerry, these are like new, what did you clean them with?"

"Just a cotton hanky.

"So Dais, Can I take you to the Olive Garden?"

"Of course, lets get going, the two mechanics just left for lunch. 

We drove over in my pick-up truck, I was very courtly, I opened her doors for Daisy did not sit until she was seated, little things yet she noticed. 

When we were at the Garden we talked for a bit about Daisy's hobby, being piano and stringing beads. I had taken an exploratory course in music when I was in High School and would have loved to take up piano and music but I needed something of a trade that would garner me a good paycheck as compared to working at Crap Donald's fast food skinny -ass burger joint, where you get the after taste halfway through the sandwich. Screw that, takes some brains to figure why an engine will start but not run at higher speeds.

"Daisy, what kind of music do you like?"

"Classical." she answered.

"It just so happens I love Classical, such as Chopin's etude opus ten number three and his nocturne opus nine number two as well as Beethoven's "Moonlight sonata."

Daisy could not believe it.

"Jerry, you are a lot deeper than I ever thought, I mean those are well known selections of classical music. You don't play piano do you?"

"I always wanted to Daisy, I had a chance in High School but I felt it more important to get myself a good trade."

"That is very understandable, considering it would take some time, a long time really before you could start making a buck with it."

"What kind of piano do you have, Daisy.?"

"A nice Baldwin model L, What do you know about music, so far as the mechanics of it?"

"I know about time signatures, the keys what accidentals are."

"Jerry, that is great, how about me giving you some lessons, you know, see if you want to really get into this."

"That's great Daisy, I have always liked that Chopin piece and I know there are simplified versions of it, but some are too simplified and one has to really strain to get the gist of that piece."

"So Jerry, would you say my half-glasses are a fetish item for you?"

And I am thinking, does she really know I like the look of a woman in half-glasses and my fantasies about what she could do with them as well as her beaded eyeglass chain? I guess I better answer or the lack of an answer could be an answer.

"What is a fetish, Dais?"

She was wearing her half-glasses but these were a brownish pair with a higher bridge with a pearl and clear cut glass diamond between the pearls in her eyeglass chain.

"Well Jerry, some call it a lucky charm but mostly it is considered to be something that might be used with sex, that has erotic powers that get a person, usually a guy turned on or aroused sexually."

"Oh you mean like high heels?" Then I felt as though I opened the Pandora's box too much.

"And what do you know of those, Jerry?" she was smiling at me, possibly thinking that maybe hers were a turn on of sorts.

"Daisy I do take more notice of you than you think, I mean you come to work looking so hot with your nice black skirt and black patent heels with a white blouse and a nice string of beads. I have to say you really are a very attractive lady."

"You are saying my heels and half-glasses get you turned on. . .Jerry?"

"Yeah I guess that is the truth, since I started working for Hickey Brothers engines, I have thought of you every day, the way you dress and your easy going friendly style and wanted to well be very good friends and hope-fully later get more intimate, but not at the risk of losing you as a friend."

Daisy was very quiet for a bit and I had to wonder if I said the wrong thing or maybe something quite deep.

"You know Jerry, you are really a good person, many guys would love to jump an older lady's bones but not give a damn after, they did not care if they left her, thinking oh she must have wanted it and did not want any kind of relationship with her, just another woman they could brag about doing in the locker room. Screw her and her feelings." 

"But you, you'd rather be friends and hope for the intimacy without hurting the lady, there is an awful lot to be said for that." 

"If you want to learn piano Jerry, I would be so happy to teach you and to be your friend also but I have to be honest, I would want you and no one else but you."

"I would want you to be loyal, we don't have to get married. I would lovingly give you my self but I don't want to be hurt. Otherwise I would rather just go on as I have been. Can you understand that Jerry?"

Jerry spoke from the heart when he told Daisy he liked what she thought, that she had a good amount of self respect and would love to be involved with only her.

"Jerry, you going to sit with me and play checkers or watch television together? Are you into football?"

"No, Daisy, I am not into sports. 

"What other interests do you have Jerry?"

"Telegraphy, dots and dashes America's first internet really." 

"Oh that is interesting, my brother is a ham and now and then when I was in his shack I would hear Morse code, it sounded like a tone but I thought it was about clicks."

Daisy knew more than even she thought, she was of course right, originaly the set up was a key;sounder; and a few wet cells for a battery and maybe a relay. 

"Actually, Daisy you are right. Morse code did start out as clicks from what's known as a telegraph sounder." 

"What probably happened is you watched a railroad or western type movie and saw a guy hunched over telegraph apparatus wearing a green eyeshade with a bare incandescent lamp hanging over his head."




Jerry



My interest in bra's began when I was nineteen, I remember getting ready to go to bed and washing up. Mom just left the shower and I saw her white lacy bra hang out of the red wicker hamper and I picked it up. I don't know why her white silky and lacy bra turned me on but it did and that bra found its way into the back pocket of my jeans and the bulge covered by a flannel shirt. When I thought of the times I saw a bit of moms boobs, well that only made romancing her bra a lot nicer. When I finished having my way with her bra it was balled up and stuffed as far back into my drawer as possible. Had I remembered mom distributes laundry on the Saturday of every week I would have stashed the bra in my closet.

Two weeks later on a Saturday morning I was working on a five horse power Go-kart engine when I hear, JERREEEEEE!. That was moms voice all right and I had a sneaking idea someone's ass was going to be mowed. I got to my bedroom and sitting on my bed was mom with her white silky lacy bra across her lap.

"Any idea how my bra got into your drawer and why it is damp ... Jerry?"

"Yeah mom I do." So I stood there not saying a word.

"Well?" I realized she also wanted me to explain why her bra was in my drawer.

"Why is it so damp Jerry?"

"I was holding it ... Mom."

"I believe that Jerry, that you were holding it, as it would be so easy to wipe up the mess after you came into it ... Right?"

Bob Dylan's song, "My back pages." comes to mind as he speaks of crimson flames and I am telling you said flames were licking at my pride and my face was red.

"Yes mom, you are right."

"It did not come to your mind that that was my bra, and you had no right to do what you did. How would you like it if I stole the magneto out of that go-kart engine? would you like it if I stole the magneto out of that go-kart engine? You should know you can't start a gas engine without a spark. . . right?"

Damn, she knows about magneto's, I was really surprised, I had no idea mom knew what a magneto was. Only one thing to do, say I am sorry and throw my self upon the mercy of the court.

"Mom, I know you are really mad and that I am in serious trouble but I have to ask,"What do you know about magneto's?"

"You are right, you are in serious trouble, and I do know about magneto's as your uncle Bill or my brother works on one and two cylinder engines. A magneto is a magnet that works with a coil of wire to make the spark for the spark plug."

Mom was partly right but left out some details and I felt it was up to me to let her know I was really learning about the "Gas engines" course I'm in.

"Mom, what you say is true but actually the magneto has two coils of wire, a primary and secondary winding,"

I guess I was so into letting her know I knew how a magneto worked, I did not see or understand why she sat there with her eyes shooting sparks and her mouth wide open.

The primary winding which is made up of a few hundred turns of 22 gage wire and the secondary coil has like four thousand turns or a twenty to one ratio. And the primary winding is opened and closed through a cam switch called the points and as the flywheel magnets pass over the coil frame and the. . .

"Shut up Jerry! I am not here to learn how a magneto works! Damn I don't believe this!"

"I mean you go and have your way with my bra and when I chew you out for it, you give me a lesson on magnetos?"

"So what was it like Jerry, playing with my bra?"asked mom with a lot of vinegar to a small amount of honey

I guess mom realized her son found out a cock could give a guy some pleasures, and used with a silky lacy smooth white bra was a great thing to do. So I figured if I could go and visit uncle Bill I could learn even more.

"Mom."

"Yes Jerry?" she asked with a snap of high voltage in her voice.

"Any chance I could go and visit uncle Bill, so I could learn more about engines?"

I think the question removed any anger and she seemed to think I knew exactly what I did, She probably figured, don't make a big deal out of this, he likes woman's things and he has a nice girlfriend.

"Just leave my bra's alone, o.k.?"

"Sure mom."

I was getting very good marks in high school and it looked like I would graduate with honors I had been dating Sarah, a nice girl two years older then me and we really got along quite nicely.

Her Mom is a large woman as is my mom, plenty of boob for sure. Well one day her mom had me over for Sunday dinner and when I went to wash up I saw what had to be her moms bra hanging over the shower curtain bar. Oh man, I saw a big bra, mauve in color; smooth and lacy.

When I thought of the times I had with my Moms bra, I snagged it. Right into my back pocket and my leather motorcycle vest covered the bulge.

After dinner we were on the sofa listening to Connie Frances and her mom walked into the living room. "Sarah, have you seen my bra? it was in the bathroom?"

"I saw it there this morning."

When I left Sarah's home that evening I had a great time with that bra and her mom never got it back. I guess they figured where it went and considered me a pervert. I did not see Sarah again until graduation day and of course her mom was also there.

"Hello Jerry, I see you made top honors too!"

"Yes Mrs. Hingham, I did, thank you."

"Mom, I'll be back in a few minutes." Said Sarah.

"O.K. dear, So Jerry, have you been enjoying that smooth lacy mauve brassiere of mine?"

I guess she thought she would embarrass me by asking that but truth be known, I figured there was a good chance of that question coming up and I was ready for it.

"Yes Mrs. Hingham I have and it just so happens I found out its worth over at Dillard's and can pay you for it right now." So I pulled out two twenties and was surprised when she asked,

"Why did you grab it, Jerry?" thought it was Sarah's?"

"I did not know much about these but I knew it could not be hers, I guess when it comes right down to it, I found myself liking you a lot Mrs. H.

I guess I said it with real meaning as she believed it.

"Jerry, what exactly were you thinking when you were uh, well, having a nice time with with my brassiere?"

"To be very honest Mrs. H, I was thinking and wondering what happened to your husband and yes I was wondering how good a time a guy could have with your boobs."

"My husband drove a gas tanker truck which due to something wrong with a bonding wire, a spark was made and that was the end of the truck, my husband and part of a neighborhood."

"So you think my boobs could give a guy a good time, do you?"

"Yes Mrs. H but what would really make the whole thing nice is to be in love with the woman whose boobs they are."

"Love is a beautiful emotion, Jerry and I am not angry about you taking the bra although I looked in vain for it."

Mrs. H looked at me in a meaningful way, probably wondering if I could really understand love and maybe could she be interested in a young guy.

But I do have a few ideas. As I understand you are quite the guy when it comes to small engines, like lawnmower engines?"

"Yes Mrs. H, I am."

"Well, I want to keep my place looking good and I tried to mow the lawn but could not get the mower running, think you could check it out? And if so, I will consider that bra as payment, if you get it running.

"Sure Mrs. H. I will come over tomorrow.

I was there the next day and the mower was by the garage, so I would not have to bother Mrs. H. I found the magneto was no good and went to the public landfill to scrounge one from another mower and grabbed the points as well and in a few hours I had that mower running. I did her front lawn as well as trimming the grass around the front steps and her small flower garden.

Mrs. H. Was grateful, even pulling my head into those awesome forty four D's

"Well Jerry, you are a great guy, what was wrong with the mower?"

The magneto was no good, no spark. So I went to the dump and got one from another engine, no cost at all.

"Well that is good and you mowed the lawn as well as trimmed. I think you are entitled to a course in Boobs and bra's 101. Follow me.

I willingly followed her to her bedroom and watched in amazement as she removed her house dress and bra, keeping on her slip panties and heels. 

When she took off that bra, her two red hot nipples were erect and I looked at them with passion Mrs. H was up on the bed and patted a spot on the sheet motioning me to come on up, which I did.

"Jerry, I know you know what nipples look like but did you know there is a way to make them extra sensitive?"

"No I did not know that."

"Well grab my boob with two hands and squeeze hard."

I did so.

"See it getting redder and plumper?" Mrs. H. asked.

"Oh yes, very nice."

"Lick my boob, Jerry."

So I grabbed her boob like Tarzan grabbing a vine and started to lick her boob and this was this was very nice .I licked long and slow or short and fast and Mrs. H. is starting to breathe a bit heavier as well as some little noises here and there which I knew were expressions of contentment.

"Oh Jerry, that is so nice, how'd you know about the long slow, short fast licking thing?"

"Gosh, I don't know, I mean it's not like I get to do this often."

"That could change, Jerry."

She then gave me a feather and told me to tickle her other boob, which I did and I was pretty hard by now and Mrs. H. saw it and said,

"Too bad you don't have my bra with you, I could jerk you off into it." Said Mrs. H. with a smile.

I guess she just assumed I did not have it, but I did.

"You would really do that for me?" I asked, my voice filled with wonder.

"Sure Jerry, you got my mower going and even mowed my front yard."

I pulled out her brassier from my rear pocket. I had it in a plastic food bag.

"Well, here it is." I said as it hung from my hand.

"Well Jerry I can't jerk you off with your pants on!"

I was out of my pants in a jiffy and back up on her bed. With my heart and mind full of lust.

"Well, Mrs. H. I bet you did not know I would have that bra with me."

"What's with being so formal, call me Alice."

"And it looks like I'm heading for wonderland!"

"Cute." She said as she looked at me with a grin.

She grabbed a bottle of skin cream and put a bit on her hand and slowly jerked me off. It was so nice having an older lady fill my fantasies.

"Let me see that bra Jerry."

I gave it to her.

"You have great taste in brassiere's Jerry, that's for sure."

She said that as she slowly jerked my cock and she went faster and faster. Seeing I was close to getting off she was ready to let me cum into her lacy; satin; mauve bra. And then I came and she was still jerking it as I shot out a few good wads of the stuff. Alice made sure it went into the cup of the bra so she could lick it out. And she loved the stuff.

"Well Jerry, I am sure you will love romancing my bra now." She said with a smile.

I had to get going as did Alice and I thanked her very much for what she had done for me.

"No kiss?" she asked in a slightly hurt way.

"I did not want to be improper, Alice."

"It is o.k. Jerry, I like what we did, I know you did too."

I thought I would be mowing her lawn and that things could or would happen, but I saw her mowing it herself and figured she did not want to get involved with me. It was probably just a nice time between us that was not meant to happen again. Ships passing in the night.

Five years later

I had found work here and there, the economy took a dump and people were being laid off by the hundreds. By the time I turned twenty six the economy turned on a dime and there were a lot more jobs out there.

I started looking for work and found a company the next town north who ran a good size shop fixing industrial type engines like Wisconsin two and four cylinder jobs for air compressors; generators; and pumps. 

The shop employed three people two mechanics and a stockroom and parts lady named Daisy, she also helped customers who came in to buy parts or equipment.

There was something very fresh and spring like about Daisy. She had a personality that was quite charming and she was always in a jolly mood. Why she was not married was anyone's guess.

I was making good money as I had a lot of experience but what I really liked was working on those big Wisconsin one and two cylinder air cooled engines.

Being around Daisy was great too as I really like her and would often buy her a coffee and muffin. Well half a year had gone by and we were getting along nicely. The two guys knew I was a good mechanic but they were a bit too cool so far as wanting me to join them at lunchtime. No problem. Daisy and I spent most of our lunch time together and we loved each others company.

One day Daisy asked me to get a medium size box from the stockroom as she did not want to fall off the ladder. I was up the ladder by six rungs and I could see down Daisy's lovely cleavage and was quite impressed, Of course she noticed.

"Like what you see, Jerry?" asked Daisy.

"Very much so, I think that the way you look has been providing me with plenty of fantasy material."

Man, the smile Daisy had could guide ships through a heavy fog.

"Oh, you are just saying that because you know I am fifty eight."

"How would I know that Daisy? Really, how could I know that?"

"Ya know Dais, I have wondered, those two guys, are they married?

"No... Why?"

"Just seems they would be interested in you."

"No they could care less as long as I do my job, that's all that matters."

"How about me taking you out to dinner Daisy, say the Olive Garden?"

"Really, Jerry?"

"Yes really, I am serious and I hope you don't mind me saying I would so much like to see more of you when you're not working."

"O.K. Jerry I like that idea a lot, of course I could have you over my place at times for Sunday dinner. She started to say more but the intercom buzzed her.

One of the men needed her to check for an engine part.

Daisy also wore a pair of half-glasses that fed my erotic fantasies. When she was not looking through them they hung from a fancy glass beaded neck chain across her ample bosoms.

She left them on the counter over by the computer. I just had to see if they were free of smudges or finger prints. How is she going to see anything through these? 

I grabbed a clean hanky from my back pocket and I was looking through them to see if they were ready to be seen through, I did have the beaded chain sitting on the back of my neck.

"Hi Jerry, having a hard time seeing up close are you?"

"Not at all, I saw them here and wondered if they were clean enough to see through, I mean 3's 5's S's and 8's can look the same at times.

"How do you know about that?" asked Daisy.

"My grandmother told me."

"Jerry, these are like new, what did you clean them with?"

"Just a cotton hanky.

"So Dais, Can I take you to the Olive Garden?"

"Of course, lets get going, the two mechanics just left for lunch."

We drove over in my pick-up truck, I was very courtly, I opened doors for Daisy and did not sit till she was seated, little things yet she noticed.

When we were at the Garden we talked for a bit about Daisy's hobby, being piano and stringing beads. I had taken an exploratory course in music when I was in high school music when I was in High School and would have loved to take up piano and music but I needed something of a trade that would garner me a good paycheck as compared to working at Crap Donald's fast food skinny-ass burger joint, where you get the after taste halfway through the sandwich. Screw that, takes some brains to figure why an engine will start but not run at higher speeds.

"Daisy, what kind of music do you really like?"

"Classical." she answered.

Now it just so happened I love Classical, such as Chopin's etude opus ten number three and his nocturne opus two number nine as well as Ludwig Beethoven's "Moonlight sonata.

Daisy could not believe it.

"Jerry, you are a lot deeper than I ever thought, I mean those are well known selections of classical music. You don't play piano do you?"

"I always wanted to Daisy, I had a chance in High School but I felt it more more important to get myself a good trade."

"That is very understandable, considering it would take some time, a long time really before you could start making a buck with it."

"What kind of piano do you have, Daisy.?"

"A nice Baldwin model L, What do you know about music, so far as the mechanics of it?"

"Well Daisy, I know there is a time signature which has to do with how many beats to the measure 4 four 's which is 4 quarter beats or two half notes or four groups of four sixteenth notes then there is harmony which is in the lower clef and backs up the melody. 

Knowing how to read sheet music is very important. Being able to play the music as soon as you see it on the score sheet. And of course having a good idea of the keys, which have sharps and flats. C, E, G, and B is a C7 chord but if the B is flatted than it is a five7 chord in the key of F.

"Jerry, that is great, how about me giving you some lessons, you know, see if you want to really get into this."

"That's great Daisy, I have always liked that Chopin piece and I know there are simplified versions of it but some are too simplified and one has to really strain to get the gist of that piece."

"So Jerry, would you say my half-glasses are a fetish item for you?"

And I am thinking, does she really know I like the look of a woman in half-glasses and my fantasies about what she could do with them as well as her beaded eyeglass chain? I guess I better answer or the lack of an answer could be an answer.

"What is a fetish, Dais?"

She was wearing her half-glasses, these were a brownish pair with a higher bridge with a pearl beads style eyeglass chain that had a small cut glass diamond between the pearls.

"Well Jerry, some call it a lucky charm but mostly it is considered to be something that might be used with sex, that has erotic powers that get a person, usually a guy turned on or aroused sexually.

"Daisy, I feel as though we have known each other longer than we have and that I could talk to you about anything, Actually I have tried your half-glasses a number of times when you would leave them by the computer and doing that made me feel rather nice in ways I don't really understand.

"Does your mom wear glasses or just for reading?"

"Yes for reading, something like these but no beads and Daisy why is it that although you have your glasses on a beaded neck chain you leave them on the counter at times?"

"You do notice things."

"I don't like to wear them in the stockroom, if something falls from a shelf, it could get hung up on my glasses and break the chain, you do notice I keep them hanging when I am out of the stockroom though."

So Jerry just what kind of feelings do you get when you sneak peaks through my half- glasses, and be truthful with me Jerry."

"Well I get a hard-on."

"Sit next to me Jerry," and she takes her beads and half-glasses and puts them on the table.

I sat next to her as she told me to.

"Put on my half-glasses Jerry."

I did so and was hard within minutes.

Daisy placed her hand under the table and felt my cock and ran her hand along its length.

"Oh Jerry, this is quite the piston you have."

I was rather surprised in a very nice way, and I got the idea things could happen.

"I bet if I touched you down there with my half-glasses and beads as I wore my other pair of halves you'd cum in quarts."

"Would you actually do that for me Daisy?"

"Sure as long as you would consider me to be your lady, I'd be happy to and I would wear them as I give you piano lessons. Did you ever do anything with your mom's glasses?"

"No, she only has one pair and is very strict about keeping them in her purse."




Jerry



"Well, as it is I love the half-glasses style as I see well for distance but can't see for jack up close without them. and I could get other pairs and who knows, lend you a pair for the week-ends but if they get broke you owe me."

"Well Daisy I do take more notice of you than you think, I mean you come to work looking so hot with your nice black skirt and black patent heels with a white blouse and a nice string of beads. I have to say you really are a very attractive lady."

"You are saying my heels and half-glasses get you turned on...Jerry?"

"Yeah I guess that is the truth, since I started working for Hickey Brothers engines, I have thought of you every day, the way you dress and your easy going friendly style and wanted to. . . well be very good friends and hopefully later get more intimate, but not at the risk of losing you as a friend."

Daisy was very quiet for a bit and I had to wonder if I said the wrong thing or maybe something quite deep.

"You know Jerry, you are really a good person, many guys would love to jump an older lady's bones and not give a damn after. 

"Daisy, I really like you a lot."

But you, you'd rather be friends and hope for the intimacy without hurting the lady, there is an awful lot to be said for that."

"If you want to learn piano Jerry, I would be so happy to teach you and to be your friend also but I have to be honest, I would want you and no one else but you. I would want you to be loyal, we don't have to get married. I would lovingly give you my self but I don't want to be hurt. Otherwise I would rather just go on as I have been. Can you understand that Jerry?"

Jerry spoke from the heart when he told Daisy he liked what she thought, that she had a good amount of self respect and he would love to be involved with only her.

"Jerry, you going to sit with me and play checkers or watch television together? Are you into football?"

"No, Daisy, I am not into sports.

"What other interests do you have Jerry?"

"Telegraphy, dots and dashes America's first internet really."

"Oh that is interesting, my brother is a ham and now and then when I was in his shack I would hear Morse code, it sounded like a tone but I thought it was about clicks."

Daisy knew more than even she thought, she was of course referring to the first telegraph system which consisted of a key and telegraph sounder and a few crowfoot cells for power.

"Actually, Daisy you are right. Morse code did start out as clicks from what's known as a telegraph sounder. What probably happened is you watched a railroad or western type movie and saw a guy hunched over telegraph apparatus wearing a green eye shade with a bare lamp hanging over his head."

"Emperor of the north?" she looked at me with a look that said, Yeah that's a railroad movie if ever there was one, Lee Marvin,and Earnest Borgnine, he starred in some navy movie back in the sixties."

I was familiar with the movie and it was a good one.

Earnest B played the part of Shack a freight train conductor who hated Bo's with a passion, Bo being short for Hobo's or bums.

"Yup, that is how you knew Morse code was originally clicks as made from a sounder. The longer the key was down the farther apart the two clicks were, had the key been down and released very quickly, the clicks would have been much closer together and a dot would have been made, combo's of dots an dashes made the alphabet and numbers and various types of punctuation marks."

"So Jerry do you actually have a few sets that could be hooked up, say in different rooms?"

I knew what she was thinking and I loved it, "She wants to learn Morse."

So we finished a great meal of ziti, and four cheese sauce and headed back to the shop with the feeling we were on our way to a great relationship.

"Jerry, come on over tomorrow around ten and we can begin piano lessons."

Saturday

I showed up at Daisy's place with some piano books I picked up at Sam Ash's mega music store and she knew I was serious.

Dais as I call her at times was dressed as if she was going to work, low pumps; skirt; blouse but today she wore a string of beads of various colors and sizes and they looked great against her white blouse. She also donned ear rings and had a pair of blue half-glasses hanging across her ample bosoms by a pink glass beaded neck chain and I felt rather awkward sporting a boner.

"Coffee and a Danish Jerry?"

"Yeah sure, milk and one sugar.

"Let's have this in the living room."

So I took my coffee and Sarah Lee coffee cake into the living room and sat on the sofa. We talked a bit and she takes off her half-glasses and beads and as she hands them to me saying, "Please clean these as you did the other day," she lets the beads hang and brush against my noticeable boner.

"Here you are Dais, spotless." I held them and she took them from me once again letting those sexy glass beads brush over my erection.

"Oh it looks as if he is standing up to greet me." Daisy smiled as she said that.

"Yeah he is a friendly." I said.

"Well, Jerry let us see how your piano lesson goes," so we went over to her piano and told me to sit on the bench. Daisy showed me how to hold my hands over the keyboard and starting at mid C to go up two octaves then it was going over the keys of G and D and what notes were played as sharp. 

I practiced for a while doing well going up and down the keyboard nice and smoothly and Dais was impressed. She made some grilled ham and cheese sandwiches and we had cokes for lunch then it was looking at sheet music and showing me where on the staff the notes were. She showed me what notation was used if a note say an F was to be played as sharp or flat and these notations are known as accidentals.

We went over a lot of music and I was really enjoying her company. I knew that with Daisy's help I could be a good pianist.

"Dais, would you play that Chopin piece opus ten number three?"

"Sure," let me find it first, get off the bench, it's inside."

Daisy opened up the bench and pulled out a book of Chopin's works, right to page sixty six, four pages of real music here that must have been written at least a hundred an fifty years ago. Her hands delicately poised over the keyboard she began to play an etude which was not only a study in music but very expressive as well.

I was sitting on the sofa listening to Daisy and I had the nicest feeling that here is a lady who likes me a lot and I feel the same way towards her and when will it be that we start getting intimate?

We met a year ago so I am wondering, when the last time Daisy was satisfied in any way, and did she want to get things going? My hunch is she does but wants to know me more before she decides to go all the way. She really is nice and the last thing she needs is to cry her self to sleep feeling like a fool. One can deal with loneliness for a long time but when they find someone and fall in love and it goes belly up, the lady is just about always the one who really gets hurt and she makes up her mind she will not go through that again which is really sad because there could be someone out there who would be loving but having been bit she has no interest in a relationship and finds other things to take up her time.

Daisy and I are doing very well, I have come a long way in piano, and am starting to do modified pieces of classical music due to practicing every day. I went to that giant music mega store and bought a Yamaha keyboard or what's known as a stage piano, got a bench and a good keyboard amp as well and took lessons twice a month. 

I had been given a good raise in salary as I am a very good mechanic and I started to consider Hickey Brothers as being an authorized dealer for larger generator sets but the old farts wanted nothing to do with the idea.

I owed Hickey brothers nothing. They needed a mechanic, and they got one. Simple as that.

In the meantime I had been reading up on those parts of a woman that get them turned on such as the ears neck; nipples; the area around the nipples; and the labia and my interest in her half-glasses and glass beaded neck chain gave me ideas. 

"How would a glass beaded neck chain feel upon a woman's nipples or labia? I figured it would send waves of pleasure through her body. When Daisy was ready for some real loving I would be there and know what to do. I also knew she was teasing me in a cute way with her half-glasses and I just liked that so much, maybe it is the way she wears one pair and with the beads of another pair wrapped around me as she rubs the glasses under my balls or over the top of my cock and the way the light sparkles in the pair she is wearing as her head bobs up and down with my cock in her warm velvet mouth.

I had forgotten the fact that Daisy knew my age as she took the job application and on my twenty seventh birthday she took me out to the Olive Garden for a birthday dinner which was very nice and for desert we had the Italian doughnuts with the caramel and raspberry dipping sauce.

We came back to her place and watched "The green mile." with Tom Hanks, a damn good movie written by the king of Horror Stephen King. Fate works in strange ways, Percy wanted to work at a mental institution and ended up there, as a patient. Not wetting the sponge must have returned as bad Karma as the guy who got juiced never should have gone through that terrible experience.

Daisy excused herself to do a few things, she changed into a black slip and lacy bra still wearing heels and a sexy necklace. She had a few candles burning in her bedroom which gave a very romantic ambiance.

"Come on in Jerry." She said in a soft voice.

I went in and no rocket science was needed to tell me to strip off my clothes which was done very quickly. I knew I was going to love growing a year older. Daisy had her silver half-rounds hanging across her lovely boobs, took them off and gave them to me.

"I want you to tease me with these Jerry."

I took those beads and stretching them out I ran them past her nipples after I took them out from her sexy black lacy bra and her nipples quivered. I was also running my tongue over her other nipple and sucking on it as I rubbed her glasses over her left nipple and Dais was starting to get turned on. 

I would nibble on her ears or neck while plying that beaded neck chain over her nipple and at times grab her left boob with both hands and squeezing tight so the nipple got redder and fatter and I would lick her long and slow or short and quick.

"Let me have the glasses back, Jerry."

I gave them to her and she had them down her nose with those sexy glass beads hanging and she starts to give me some great head as she is slowly jerking my cock and her mouth is so warm and loving. The flickering candles play on her half-glasses throwing reflections here and there. I found that very erotic as Daisy was lovingly sucking me off. The warmth of her tongue over the top of my cock was very sexy and I guess her teeth gave even more feeling.

Daisy was sucking me off very nicely and my balls were starting to boil and when I could not hold it anymore Daisy took the whole load and never lost a drop, she was milking that cock for every last bit of love sauce and she got every last drop. Who knows how long we were in bed, who cared? We sure as hell didn't and Daisy loved how I teased her with her half-glasses rubbing them over her fat red nipples or running the chain of beads alongside them and she wanted me to do this again but with the beads against her labia and that did things for her that I would never forget.

"Go to the dresser and get my pair of brown half-rounds." Daisy told me. I did so and she wore them at the end of her nose as the gold half-rounds were rubbing her labia as well as her small pearl beads and she was getting wet as she would move around and I heard sexy squishy sounds down there and her glasses took on a whole new look as did her beads.

Daisy was moving around a bit and the soft flickering candle light danced upon her patent black heels with bows as well as shining off those glasses at the end of her nose and the beads gently swaying.

"Stroke that cock Jerry, make it big an hard for me, that is what I want, have been wanting to be honest."

I began doing as I was told and she took her half-glasses and stroked my balls with them causing me to get even harder.

Daisy had another idea and that was to caress my cock with her sexy patent black heels and the way the soft room lights shone upon them got me even harder.

When she thought I was hard enough she told me to come inside and I did and Daisy is so tight and warm and yeah I could see why sex is so great

I got myself into position and Daisy being wet I had a nice time getting in, enough tightness for a great time and I was not planning on doing her quickly but to make a great loving experience last a while.

"Oh, Jerry, that feels so good."

'Tell me about it, I want to love you the way you play that Chopin etude, with a real passion."

Slowly in and out hearing the sound of love between two people, the sound of two bodies breathing, two hearts beating as one, we were both loving this.

I speed up as I knew I wanted to cum and so did Daisy. Bodies rubbing upon each other, the flickering candles, her fingers digging into my butt pulling me in even farther than possible, heavier breathing and the candle light bouncing off her brown half-round glasses and her beads swaying in time, her heels digging into me and the light of the room bouncing off them in time to our lovemaking.

Once again the furnace of desires had been stoked and I was the boiler tender with a big scoop of sexual energy and that energy rushed through Daisy like steam wanting to turn the turbines and dynamo giving a new kind of life, causing her to tremble and tighten up as she had a series of orgasms, each bigger than the one before it, and than we were both bushed and held each other tightly for who knows how long and it mattered not at all. 

Two people who fell in love over time and shared a gift of music and keeping Daisy's half-glasses spotless and her teasing him with them at times and he loved it.

Daisy and Jerry had prepared for it, yup the munchies, and had picked up a nice large apple pie and vanilla ice cream. 

"Happy birthday Jerry." said Daisy in a voice of sexual bliss.

"I love you Daisy." I said as I had my arms round her and I love your femininity Daisy always had, always will."

"Jerry, I think it is time you started living here with me, It will be much nicer for us and we won't be alone, we will wake up together and go to bed together, we will be very happy, you keeping my half-glasses and heels spotless and me doing things to you with them.

The End



Jerry and His Women



My thanks and gratitude goes out to my editor "wires" for his assistance with this story. Once again he has improved my offering.

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Jerry was still in high school when Preacher Rowe and his family moved to town. Reverend Rowe was the preacher for the largest non-denominational church in the southwest part of the state. To give the devil his due he was a charismatic bastard. By the time he had been in town four years he was well thought of and a member of all the civic organizations. He had tripled the membership of the church and presided over construction more than doubling the size of the church building.

Angela, Preacher Rowe's daughter, was an only child. She had all the traits of a preacher's or teacher's daughter. She was outgoing, personable, kind, helpful and well thought of by the adults in the congregation and town. She was also high maintenance and very aware of what she considered to be her high status in the community. She had the better than thou attitude down pat. If you weren't a member of the church and/or the town's elite you were nothing in her eyes. If she spoke to you at all it was in a very condescending manner.

The first time Jerry saw Angela he fell in love with her. Unfortunately for him he was NOT a member of the town's upper crust and he was not a member of her father's church. Therefore, Jerry was beneath Princess Angela's notice. He tried several times right after she moved to town to talk to her but was ignored and put in his place rapidly by her and her elite following.

Time passed. Jerry dated and learned about women. The beautiful ones and teacher's and preacher's daughters went with boys from the town's upper crust or the athletes. Jerry could only dream about the teacher's and preacher's daughters and the wild time they were rumored to give those lucky enough to date them or spend an evening with them for some other reason. 

Jerry's father was not a member of the country club. He was not rich and he did not have a high profile job. Jerry's father made good, nay excellent money as manager of the medical repair and calibration department of the local medical center. To most people in town he was a nonentity in spite of the high salary he commanded and the very responsible position he held. To others he was merely a repairman. He was ignored much as you would an auto mechanic or other menial laborer and so were his children. 

Angela was the perfect Preacher's daughter. She attended all church functions as expected. She served on various committees as expected for a child of the preacher. She was in many of the clubs in high school and dated the appropriate boys from the upper crust families. Angela never did anything to sully her or her family's reputation. She was the epitome of proper behavior. The dictionary had her picture in the definition of 'prim and proper'. There was something about Angela, though. The boys sensed it and her inner cabal of friends knew it. Angela oozed sexuality. Her desire for men simmered just barely underneath her cool façade of personality. She drove boys and men wild with her desirability, teasing and occasionally flirting and innuendo.

Jerry was smart. He was very smart. He got a full ride scholarship to the state university. Unfortunately as it turned out he was not smart enough to truly realize what Angela was. After high school he left town for his higher education as did many of his peers and as did Angela. He was not even missed by anyone except his immediate family and a handful of friends who more or less forgot him within a few months. Angela, on the other hand, also got a full ride scholarship. She went to her father's alma mater, a well known theological college, where she followed in his footsteps and took a degree in theology. Jerry and Angela both turned 18 shortly after graduating high school. They both attended their respective Universities in the same town. In fact, the University Jerry attended and the Theological Institute were only three blocks apart. The students sometimes even took a few courses at both institutes of higher learning while they attended college. They shared many of the same student hang outs.

While he was in University Jerry not only saw Angela from time to time he began hearing rumors, unsubstantiated to be sure but credible based on what he saw personally, that Angela was one hot momma. He knew from personal experience that she enjoyed hoisting a few with her friends. On many occasions Jerry saw Angela drunk on her ass in the local bars and allowing her flavor of the day fellow personal liberties with her wondrous charms. Jerry began to hope he too might one day sample her wondrous body.

As they kept running into each other Jerry and Angela began talking with each other more and more. They had a certain common ground being from the same town and graduating class. Jerry found himself looking for her when he went to the bars he knew she frequented. Finally, they began arranging to meet each other, and then they began dating. Jerry found out Angela was indeed a hot to trot female. On their first arranged meeting she got loopy and not only initiated a deep French kiss but she grabbed his not insubstantial package when she did it.

Jerry gasped when he felt Angela squeeze his cock and she gasped when she felt the size of the monster he kept in his pants. The remainder of the evening while dancing or even in the semi privacy of their booth Angela rubbed Jerry's cock at every opportunity. He tried to get her to go somewhere with him to relieve his need but she giggled and refused. She said, "Jerry, as much as I would like to do that I can't. We aren't a couple and I only allow my boyfriend to take that kind of liberty with me."

It took Jerry two more months before Angela agreed to an official date and another month before she agreed to be his monogamous girl. The night she agreed they were going steady however, she rocked his world. He got the best piece of ass of his life. Jerry was in love with Angela again or, perhaps, still. The remainder of that year, the summer at home, and all their sophomore year of higher education Jerry and Angela were a couple. He was beginning to think of marriage when his world crashed down around him.

Jerry once again began hearing rumors that Angela was seen on her campus with other men doing things that would not pass the boyfriend test. She was seen alone in town being too friendly with other boys. One Monday evening Jerry and some of his friends went to a favorite hang out for supper instead of eating in the cafeteria on campus. They were walking past a student bar they did not normally patronize when he saw Angela inside. She was walking across the floor with a boy on either side of her, her arms around them. They got to a circular booth in the corner by the window. Angela slid in with one of the boys on either side of her. To his surprise she kissed each one of them. He saw their hands go under the table. Angela jerked slightly and looked like she was giggling. 

Jerry and his friends walked into the bar and stood in the front where they could see Angela's booth. Her legs were spread slightly and each boy was rubbing the thigh nearest him. They were turned slightly toward Angela. They talked and she giggled alternating kisses with the boys. Jerry took a couple pictures with his cell phone and he and his friends left. As they went out the door Angela caught sight of him. Her face turned white and she quickly pushed her admirer's hands off her thighs. By that time the boys had their hands far enough under her skirt they were gently rubbing her moist pussy lips. 

The last Jerry saw of Angela she was trying to get out of the booth. He ignored her when she called his name and followed his friends out of the bar. A few minutes later his cell rang. It was Angela so he ignored the call. It was nine days before Angela finally caught up with him in one of the hang outs they frequented. She walked up to Jerry and laid her hand on his forearm. She said, "Jerry, I'm sorry you saw me the other day. Can we please talk so I can explain?"

"No. I saw enough. I thought we were exclusive. Now I know we're not and I don't want what you're offering. I don't want to be one lover among many. Now that I know the rumors are true I want nothing to do with you. I should have known to stay the hell away from a preacher's daughter even before I started dating you."

"Jerry it's not like that, Honey. I know I shouldn't have done what you saw me doing. I was drunk, Honey. You know we had a huge test in Theology that Monday. Those two guys were in the class with me. We were so relieved we were done with it and that we passed that we went out to celebrate with some of the other kids. Somehow we got separated from the gang and ended up in that bar. I just took my attention off myself and I guess I let them get a little too friendly. I'm sorry and I apologize."

"Ya think? I understand now. That's ok," Jerry said. Angela began smiling and wrapped her arms around Jerry's then leaned her head against his shoulder. He felt his cock twitch when he felt her breasts against his arm.

Angela looked up at Jerry and said, "See, Honey, it wasn't so bad now was it? Come on. We have some make up sex to get out of the way now hummmm?"

Jerry carefully peeled Angela's arms from around his. He gently pushed her away and said, "No, Angela. I thought you got the message. We're not a couple any longer. I do understand though. The rumors I've been hearing about you were true. You were stepping out on me. I understand now I can't trust you. I understand you are still a self centered socialite bitch. I understand the old saying about teacher's and preacher's daughters is true, that they, or you in this case, are wild sex crazed bitches. Hell, it looked as if you were going to take both of those boys on at the same time. I understand, I just don't want anything to do with someone who is like that."

Jerry turned and walked away. Angela stood watching him in shock for a moment then turned and went back to the booth where her other friends were sitting. Abby looked at her and said, "Well, did it work girl?"

Angela shook her head no and said, "No. The sanctimonious shit brushed me off. Said it was over and he couldn't trust me. Shit. What am I going to do now? I don't have the money to party like we have been. I guess I'll just have to tighten my belt until I get someone else on the string. I thought Pete or Darren would fill the gap but neither of them have the money Jerry had. I guess it's going to get a little thirsty out for a while girls."

The next time Jerry saw Angela and spoke to her was after they graduated from college. They both returned to their home town and began working in their respective careers. Angela became the youth minister at her father's church. Jerry took a job for a local building supply company as yard manager.

One day Angela brought some of the older boys from the youth group to purchase some building supplies for a youth fair. She and Jerry began talking while they waited on Jerry's men to load the purchases for Angela. Just before they left Angela laid her hand on Jerry's arm and said, "Jerry, I am really sorry for what I did to you in college. I have prayed about my slip ever since. You were the only man I ever felt that close to, you know. I think I was falling in love with you. Can you ever forgive me for doing that to you?"

Jerry stared at Angela. She was so sweet. She seemed so repentant. Jerry felt himself falling into her blue eyes. Without thinking he reached out and brushed a string of her honey blond hair out of her face. "I forgave you long ago, Angela. I know how you feel. I was thinking about asking you to marry me back then."

Before Jerry could say anything else the men loading the truck finished and one of them brought the load ticket to Angela. Jerry smiled and said, "Well, looks like you're ready to go. See ya."

Angela smiled and turned to get into the truck. Jerry held the door and said, "Angela, do you think you would like to go out to supper with me Friday night?"

Angela looked at Jerry again and smiled. She said, "Yes, Jerry, I think I would like to do that very much."

This time Jerry's and Angela's love exploded from a gently glowing ember to a full fledged inferno in the blink of an eye. Six months after their first date Jerry and Angela got married in her Father's church. The only problem the young couple had this time around in their relationship was Jerry's refusal to attend church with Angela during every service. He did consent to attend the major sermons during the year such as Mother's Day, Easter, Christmas and so on but he refused to go otherwise. His refusal to attend services almost killed the romance. Finally, after tearful counseling with her father, Angela agreed to forgo Jerry's attendance at services. They agreed to say he believed differently than they did and worshiped in his own way. Of course, most of the congregation knew what that meant. Jerry was a nonbeliever, an unsaved heathen, or at best a backslider. 

Three years after they married, Angela's father died of a massive heart attack. It was said the matron he was counseling when he had the heart attack was hysterical. He had allegedly been standing over her while she sat on the couch in his office when he keeled over on top of her. He pinned her to the couch for several moments before she could get him off her and call 911. There were many snickers over the rumors going around. The first responders laughed at how the matron's blouse was improperly buttoned with her braless breasts showing. There were obvious bite marks on them. When the doctors took off the Reverend's pants they found his cock damp and smelling of female secretions. His cock was zipped into his zipper. No one knew for sure why the matron and her husband divorced a few months after the Reverend passed away. Snicker, snicker.

Angela was offered and she accepted the position of Minister when her Father died. She hired a new youth minister to fill her old position. Jerry thought the new Youth Minister looked familiar but he shrugged it off. Probably someone I saw at college or somewhere if I do recognize him, he thought. 

Over the course of the next two years Jerry began to notice a strange coolness coming from Angela. She seemed more demanding, less concerned with his thoughts and feelings about things in general and their life together in particular. When he questioned her about her attitude she would apologize and blame her actions on problems at church.

One of the things that bothered Jerry the most about Angela's new position was the time it took away from home. She always seemed to have some meeting or another to attend. She kept regular office hours in her large plush office at the church. She also attended committee meetings in the evenings, met with the Deacons twice a month, and, of course, did visitations with ill and grieving church members. She also officiated at weddings and funerals as required. Jerry found himself seeing her less and less. Many weeks he did not see her awake for two or three days in a row.

Jerry began to hear rumors again about Angela. The rumors whispered about her being overly friendly with her Youth Minister and some of the Deacons. One day he saw Angela having lunch in a restaurant with the Youth Minister. They were sitting on the same side of the booth looking at some papers while they ate. From time to time they would feed each other from their plate or look deeply into each other's eyes and one or the other would touch the other's thigh. The touches were over the clothes admittedly but Jerry still found them to be inappropriate. He decided to investigate.

Talk about clichés, Jerry thought. Hell, they all fit don't they? A leopard doesn't change its spots, once a cheater always a cheater and, of course, the one I always knew about Preachers and Teachers daughters being wild.

As he thought of all the other clichés that fit the situation Jerry continued with his self imposed task. While he worked he continued to think about his life up to now. He admitted to himself that he got what he deserved. He got what he knew or should have known he would get when he married Angela. Now, in addition to all the heartache he had to look forward to he had to figure out some way to navigate through a divorce where the cards would be stacked against him. Almost all the movers and shakers in town were in Angela's camp and would make times tough for him during and after the divorce.

Since Jerry was Yard Manager at the building supply center he was responsible for the yard, deliveries and drivers. Part of his job was to supervise deliveries as well as load outs in the yard itself. Since that was the case he decided to see what he could uncover about Angela personally before he took any action against her. His first task was to secrete audio recorders and video recorders in her office at the church. He also made more personal trips to job sites to supervise his delivery drivers and check on customer satisfaction. On each of those trips Jerry made it a point to drive past the church and check on Angela. Many times if there were cars there that he did not normally see he would go inside to check on Angela. He normally recognized the vehicles of the day care workers and others who worked there daily. On these visits he made sure he was not seen by anyone.

A month after he decided to check on Angela, Jerry parked his work truck two blocks away from the church. He walked to the church grounds and quietly entered through the back entrance. Jerry carefully moved closer to the doorway into Angela's office at the church. He could hear her moans and the loud laughter of one of the church's Deacons through the closed door. He knew he shouldn't be there but he had to confront the assholes once before figuratively calling down the wrath of God on their heads. He almost giggled to himself and admitted perhaps the wrath of God was the wrong word to use in this case. He would call down the wrath of the allegedly godly, however. The two video cameras in her office and the recorder on her phone plus the one in her car were well worth the money he spent on them. He now had several hours of videos of Angela and her lovers during her evening meetings. He even had some video of clandestine meetings during the day. One surprise he had was finding out Angela was Bi. She was having sex with several of the churches matrons as well as her Deacons and Youth Minister. Tonight he was going to take some still photos with his camera and confront the man he expected to find inside, his boss from work.

Jerry would have been much better off if he had looked at the recording before opening the door, however. Or maybe he wouldn't have. When he stepped into the room with his camera up he stopped in shock. Instead of his boss, the senior Deacon, alone with his wife he found all of the church's Deacons and the Youth Minister. They and Angela were all naked. Angela was airtight, one cock in her ass, cunt and mouth. Three other men were standing apparently waiting their turn with Angela.

After his initial shock Jerry managed to begin taking pictures. When he opened the door the men with Angela saw him almost immediately. They all stopped in shock for a moment. With a loud yell the Youth Minister announced, "Get him. He has a camera."

Jerry began to move back when the standing men started for him. He laughed to himself when he heard Angela scream. He even caught a pretty good shot of the man in her ass pulling from it leaving it gaping open. The Deacon underneath her pushed her off him and began struggling to his feet also.

Jerry ran from the church and headed for his truck. To his surprise he was not even out of the parking lot when all the participants exited the church. Angela had pulled her dress on but it was still unbuttoned. The men were in trousers but otherwise undressed except for shoes. Angela rushed to her caddy and jumped into the driver's seat. Three of the men got into the car with her and two followed Jerry on foot. Angela screeched out of the parking lot following him. Jerry beat the men to his truck and took off toward his home. He intended to pack his remaining clothes and move away. Angela was supposed to be served the divorce papers the next day. Jerry was doing 55 in a 30 when he flashed through a light just after it turned red. He laughed to himself knowing Angela would be caught by the light and he would gain enough time on them to get safely back home and locked inside.




Jerry and His Women



Jerry watched in his rear view mirror with a huge grin on his face waiting for Angela to screech to a stop. To his horror her car continued to roar through the intersection. He lost sight of her as a Semi Trailer moved into the intersection. Even from almost a block away he heard the loud crash when Angela's car impacted the truck.

Jerry quickly turned around and drove back to the intersection. He pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store on the corner. He walked into the street and looked at the accident. Angela's car was trapped underneath the semi. Jerry stood for over an hour as the car was first pulled from underneath the truck then carefully cut open with the Jaws of Life until all four lifeless bodies could be pulled from it. He felt many sorrowful glances as it became evident to the first responders, firemen and ambulance crew what had been going on. Angela was naked underneath her dress. The dress was unbuttoned to her waist. She had sperm draining from her pussy and in her hair. The men with her were only half dressed. Oh, yes, they knew what had been going on.

Finally the evening's ordeal was over. Jerry was told he could pick up the accident report in four days at the main police station. Angela and her deceased Deacons were taken to the hospital for official pronouncement of death. Jerry went home alone.

Almost immediately the phone calls and visits from church members began. Strangely, about two hours after he got home the calls and visits almost stopped completely. The next week was a blur as Jerry made funeral arrangements and said good bye to his wife the Right Reverend Angela Stringer. 

One surprise for Jerry after the funeral was being fired from his job. His boss had been one of the Deacons riding with Angela. His first day back at work after the funeral his bosses wife called him to the office. When he entered she looked at him and hissed, "Close the door, Jerry."

After the door was closed Jerry started to sit down. With her eyes flashing and shooting sparks Mrs. Tuttle said, "You don't need to sit down you little shit. I know what you did that afternoon. It's your fault my husband and those other people are dead. I've already had the office prepare your last check Jerry. You're fired. Because of your antics I've lost my husband and this town has lost three other fine citizens. There's no place for you here. You need to move on. Now get out."

Jerry was so shocked he almost just left. He was turning when the anger hit him. He turned back to Mrs. Tuttle and said, "I don't know what you think happened that night but it damn sure wasn't my fault. If Angela hadn't been cheating on me with her Deacons I wouldn't have caught her. If they hadn't wanted to catch me and take my camera from me so they could delete the pictures I took they wouldn't have had the accident. None of this was my fault at all. I'm the one who got shit on here."

"Bullshit. The Youth Minister filled me in on your antics. He said you left in a jealous rage making threats against Angela and those men for having so many meetings. They were trying to stop you and explain things to you when they had the accident. Now just get out of here."

Jerry started to say something else then just decided fuck it and left. He picked up his last check and returned home. To his surprise when he got home there were three cars in the driveway. He was met at the door by the Youth Minister and two surviving Deacons. The minister sneered at Jerry and said, "Jerry, I've been appointed minister in Angela's place. Since this is the church provided parsonage I need you to get out of my new house immediately."

When the new minister moved toward Jerry he finally recognized him. He said, "Now I know you. You were one of the assholes Angela cheated with in college."

The minister smiled and moved to Jerry. He hit him in the stomach. When Jerry bent forward a Deacon took each arm. The minister placed his arm around Jerry's shoulders and said quietly, "You might look at it that way I suppose. Angela was my woman then and she has been my woman ever since. None of us had enough money to party like we wanted to so she hooked up with you. Didn't you ever wonder how she managed to drink so much beer and whiskey between your visits to her apartment? Hell, you kept us in booze for over a year until we got drunk and fucked up and you caught us. We've been friends with benefits ever since but you'll never prove anything." He laughed and continued, "We came in the night Angela died and got the pictures off your camera. Now it's just your word against ours as to what really happened the other night. We're fine upstanding pillars of the community so who do you think they will believe? We have all the movers and shakers in this little hick town covered so you really need to move on now Jerry."

The minister hit Jerry once more in the stomach and then he and his Deacons walked off laughing. Just before he got into the car the minister said, "You have three days to get your personal possessions out of the house asshole. Remember the furniture belongs to the church too buddy."

Jerry staggered into the parsonage. Now at least he knew what happened to the pictures on his camera. He thought he erased them by mistake in the aftermath of the accident. Jerry rested until his stomach stopped hurting then he began to pack. He had intended on leaving anyway because he knew they lived in the parsonage. He just hadn't intended to leave as soon as he was. At least he had an apartment to move to over his parent's garage. Some of his belongings were already there.

Thankfully Jerry was able to get all his remaining personal possessions in his F150 Super Crew. He left everything he considered Angela's where it sat. He was out of the house headed for his parent's home outside of town by 6:30 that evening. On the drive he had a sick little thought. He thought, at least I didn't have to go through a divorce and lose half our savings. It was quick and relatively painless, at least for me.

Jerry decided to take a couple weeks off before hunting work. Three days after he got to his parent's house he received a phone call from an insurance company. He didn't even know the church provided life insurance on the Pastor. He was informed the church had filed the claim for the death benefit. Because the death was accidental and Jerry was listed as spouse and beneficiary of the policy he would be paid $400,000.00 for Angela's death. The policy was for $200,000 with an accidental death indemnity that would double the original policy in the case of an accidental death such as Angela's.

Jerry received the money by bank wire transfer six days later. Five days after that Jerry received a phone call from the Minister of Angela's old church demanding he turn over the money from Angela's insurance policy to the church. Jerry laughed and hung up on the man. 

A week later Jerry received a letter from an attorney who he remembered was a church member demanding the insurance settlement money or face a lawsuit. His letter informed Jerry that the policy beneficiary was supposed to have been the church and a clerical error caused his name to be entered as beneficiary. Jerry didn't know if that was true or not but his name was listed as beneficiary and he intended to keep the money. This time Jerry contacted the insurance company and they told him they would handle the matter from their end. Jerry never heard another word from the church.

A couple of weeks after he received the settlement Jerry was driving around on the back roads one evening heading for an old friends home. He drove through a small town called Wilson's Mill. Heading out of town on the road toward his friends house he drove past the mill that had been restored and turned into a restaurant, café and still operating mill. About half a mile past the mill he saw a sign advertising 40 acres with river frontage for sale. Jerry stopped and looked over the land for a moment then moved on down the road.

When Jerry got to his friends house they began hoisting a few and tripping down memory lane. During the evening Jerry asked if he knew anything about the land. He said, "Yeah, it's a pretty nice little piece of ground. Pete and Jenny Ficke own it. Their house burned down several months ago and they decided not to rebuild. They took the insurance money and bought a place in town. They're both in their 70's and quit farming several years ago. It's a pretty good buy I think. There is still a large three car detached garage on the place and a couple of old barns about to fall down. I think he even plans to let his old worn out machinery and tools go with the place when it sells. The house and buildings were on a bank about 200 feet from the river in a bunch of trees. Some of the trees were killed by the fire but most of them are still alive."

Jerry took down the name of the real estate agent and their phone number on his way home that night. Three weeks later Jerry owned 40 acres of riverfront property with a three car garage and two falling down barns on it. The well was deep and gave sweet water so he was all set. He only had to pay $100,000.00 for the land also. Even after he turned the garage into a small house by adding a bathroom on one side Jerry had nearly $280,000 left from the insurance settlement. Jerry still had almost $7000 in his checking account also.

Jerry invested the insurance money in conservative investments. He bought some utility stocks, some high yield bond mutual funds, and splurged on 100 shares of Apple Computer Company. His investments were paying him a monthly income of about $1,600. 

As his friend said, part of the purchase price of the farm included some old nearly worn out machinery. It still ran but was 20 to 30 years old and too small for current large farming operations. Jerry used the bush hog to keep weeds cut and the tractor and plow to put in a garden. He even increased his income slightly by putting in a crop of wheat on the tillable acreage.

One of the last things Jerry did before leaving town for good was exact his final revenge against the men and women he knew to be Angela's lovers. He purchased enough CD's to send a copy of everything he had recorded of her trysts to everyone on her mailing list. He also sent copies to the local radio and TV stations and the local paper. Many of the largest business owners as well as other important people in town received the CD's.

Within three weeks of his leaving town all the remaining Deacons and the Minister were replaced by the church. Everyone who starred in the orgies was in the process of divorce and the scandal was spreading. Apparently, Jerry did not get pictures of all Angela's lovers but those who he did get threw their friends to the wolves. By the time it all ended there were 19 divorces in the church hierarchy caused by the fallout of Angela's wanton behavior.

Jerry became next thing to a hermit. He didn't know anyone in Wilson's Mill, Steelville, or Prineville with the exception of the one friend he had visited when he found his place. He didn't make much effort to meet his neighbors. He had been born and raised in Joplin where he and Angela had lived. All his friends were there but he had no interest in returning to the town where he had known so much heartache. He also had no interest in moving to Centerton where he and Angela had gone to college.

Three years after he moved to the farm Jerry was a changed man. His hair was cut in a buzz cut and he constantly had a three or four day growth of beard. He had not purchased any clothes since he moved to the farm. His wardrobe was looking rough and worn, threadbare. Jerry worked on his small farm, raised his wheat or soybeans and a large garden. He raised his own chickens for meat and eggs. Every year he purchased two or three weaning pigs and a couple of bottle calves for his pork and beef. He sold what he didn't eat himself. If he wasn't working in his garden or field he was either fishing or lying around on the stream bank or inside if the weather was not good enough to be outside. He cut wood for the majority of his heat. He was actually saving money on his small monthly income. His garden, animals and the small profit on his crops normally paid his yearly living expenses.

If you asked Jerry he would tell you he was fine, ok, pretty happy. If you looked in his eyes you would see a dead empty look, the look of a defeated man, one who just existed. Jerry read voraciously, both printed books and on the internet. He even traded stock off and on but not much. He had a gravy train from his death benefit and didn't want to chance losing it because of a bad trade. Other than reading, his one extravagance was a trip to a local beer bar every few weeks to pick up a barfly for a piece of worn out pussy. He would show up around midnight usually and hit on one of the better looking drunk women who abounded in the bar. Most times he would fuck them in the back of his truck or their car and be home before the bar closed. It usually only cost him a couple of beers and a little begging. 

The summer Jerry was 29 his life changed again. Jerry didn't know it for a several months but it began changing when the local outfitter began their first guided rafting trip of the year. One of the female guides took to waving at Jerry every time they floated past his farm if he was outside and in sight. When he was close enough to the river for her to talk she would say hi and they would yell conversation back and forth until she had floated far enough away that conversation was impractical. To his surprise Jerry found himself looking forward to the conversations. On busy days sometimes she would pass twice in a day.

One day in late July, instead of paddling the raft past Jerry's place, the woman and her charges guided it onto the gravel bar by his house. Everyone jumped out and they pulled the raft from the water. Jerry walked down to the group and the woman walked up toward Jerry. She said, "I'm sorry we stopped and bothered you sir. We hit a broken off tree branch wrong just up the stream and punched a hole in the raft. If it's ok with you I need to patch it and then we'll get on down the stream and leave you alone."

"Yeah, sure," Jerry said. "Can I do anything to help?"

"No, all I need is the gravel bar and a few minutes for the glue to dry after I patch the hole."

While the woman worked and waited for the patch to dry she and Jerry talked. To his surprise he enjoyed every moment of the conversation and hated to see her leave. Perhaps happy was not the correct word for how Jerry felt; content might hit the nail on the head however. Jerry lived in his own home even if it was a converted garage and one room to boot. He had more money coming in than he spent; he was healthy and only did whatever the hell he felt like doing.

Most of the next month what Jerry felt like doing was keep up with his garden during the cooler early mornings and then lounge around the river bank between dips in the cool water during the remainder of the day. When his new friend came by he would wade out then float in the deeper water and visit with her and her charges as they slowly floated past. Occasionally, another of the guides would be with her and all of them would visit.

One Sunday afternoon to his surprise Jerry heard himself inviting Brittany, "his" guide, back to his place for a BBQ after she got off work. She had told him she normally had Monday and Tuesday off and was lamenting the fact she had no plans for her upcoming "weekend" off. She smiled and said, "I would love to. Would it be ok if I brought Tessa also? She and I usually hang together on our time off. We've been best buds ever since we started grade school. We're even taking the same major in college and have all our classes together."

Jerry and his guests had a blast. They did BBQ beside the stream and had tater salad, baked beans, coleslaw, and the obligatory beer with it. By the end of the evening Jerry realized he had more fun than he had since before he married Angela. It seemed like he and the women were always laughing. They spent almost as much time in the water as they did on shore. Between the swimming, the food, and the beer, they were exhausted by ten p.m.

The women insisted on helping clean up after the party. They staggered into his house giggling all the way and placed dirty dishes in the sink and left over food in the refrigerator. Brittany staggered up to Jerry and placed her extended arms on his shoulders then looked him in the eyes. She said, "Thanks for the good time and the food Jerry. We gotta go now though. It's bedtime." Brittany giggled and moved back from Jerry before continuing her conversation "Gotta get our beauty rest ya know. 'Sides, a girl's gotta get something to relax her before she can go to sleep, don't ya know."

Tessa gasped and grabbed Brittany's arm when she said that. Both women blushed slightly and Brittany staggered slightly when Tessa pulled her away from Jerry. Tessa looked carefully at Brittany and said, "Damn, girl, we're both sloshed. How we gonna get our asses home without getting in trouble? Guess I'll haveta drive. I dint have as many beers as you did."

Jerry stood in indecision for a moment and then said, "Look, you two, I know you don't know me very well but I think you should stay here for the night. I don't want you driving while you're drunk and getting a ticket or injured. We shouldn't have had so much to drink but I let things get away from me, too. Guess we were having way too much fun. You can use my bed and I'll rack out on the couch."

The women giggled again and staggered toward Jerry's bed. To his surprise they began taking their clothes off as they walked. By the time they stood beside the bed they were both nude. They turned to him and caroled, "Good night, Jerry." He watched as they crawled into his bed and pulled the sheet over them.

Jerry opened up the sleeper sofa and got out a couple of sheets for it. He turned the lights off and crawled into his bed. Jerry was drifting off to sleep when he began hearing soft giggles and smacking. He heard movement on his bed, springs creaking and whispers. Things quieted down for a moment. Jerry was drifting off to sleep once more when he heard light moaning. A feminine voice moaned once more then he heard "Ahhhhhh." He heard a short scream that was cut off almost in the middle. Finally he rose up and looked toward his bed. The sheet was off the bed and his two guests were in a 69 munching on each other's pretty little pussy.

It looked like Brittany was on top. She had her head up staring straight toward Jerry with a glassy look on her face. Her hips were writhing and wiggling around on Tessa's face. All at once she rose up on her extended arms and her hips went into overdrive as she wiggled her pussy against Tessa's tongue and face. Tessa grabbed Brittany's hips and held on as Brittany screamed out her orgasm.

Jerry felt his cock surge to steel hard readiness in an instant. He watched spellbound as Brittany sighed and collapsed onto the bed with her head toward the foot. Just as she collapsed she looked straight into Jerry's surprised face. Jerry lay back down and thought about what he had just seen. He couldn't believe the two drunken women had actually done a 69 right in his face more or less. He finally forced himself to relax but it still took several minutes of tossing and turning before he managed to go to sleep.

Jerry had not been as drunk as the women were the night before so he woke well before they did. He was used to rising early anyway. Mornings were his favorite time of the day. He usually drank his coffee and watched the sun come up and burn the mist and fog off the river whenever he could. When Jerry rose from his couch he looked over at the sleeping women. They were both lying uncovered. Brittany still had her head at the foot of the bed. Tessa was on her back with one knee drawn up, legs spread. He took several heartbeats to admire the wonderful view of her spread pussy and Brittany's beautiful breasts before he made himself move toward his coffee maker. He made coffee as quietly as he could and took his cup outside to his favorite spot. He enjoyed his morning outside even though this morning there was a much better view inside his home.




Jerry and His Women



Jerry had just finished his first cup of coffee when he heard his door open and close. He heard whispers behind him then the two women came into his view. They were both blushing sheepishly and clutching coffee cups in their hands. Brittany said, "I, no, we're sorry for what we did last night. I know you saw us and I'm sorry we did that in your house. I suppose we were more drunk than I thought we were. That's the only time we do something like that. I know that's no excuse, but we are sorry." She blushed deeper and rushed to continue, "We DO like men. We like them a lot. We're not lezzies or anything like that either. Please don't tell anyone what we did. Please?"

Tessa spoke then. She said, "We're sorry, Jerry. We really enjoyed last night but we need to go now. I'm so embarrassed."

Jerry looked at his guests and said, "Well, I have to admit I was sort of surprised but, other than having a hell of a time getting to sleep, I can't say what you did bothered me that much. Why don't you at least let me fix breakfast before you take off? I usually finish my pot of coffee watching the world wake up then make a nice country breakfast. I would enjoy the company if you can stand to be with me a little longer."

The women looked at each other for a moment, then Brittany said, "If you're sure, I suppose we could do that. We don't have anything else to do except bum around. Can we help?"

After the three finished breakfast they cleaned up the little kitchen area, did dishes, and put things away. Without thinking, Jerry reached into his refrigerator and got a beer. He handed one to each of the women and said, "I think I'll walk down to the river again. It's only ten and it's already 87 outside. I can feel a lot of river time coming up today."

The women didn't say anything. They just followed Jerry to the river. By now the three were old friends and very comfortable together. They floated sitting upright on noodles, sipped their beer and talked. Occasionally one or the other of them would wander back to the house for something else to drink. They did go easy on the beer however and mostly drank ice tea or sodas after the first beer. They polished off the leftovers from the night before at lunch.

About five thirty that evening Jerry said, "I'm really hungry. I guess it's time to fix supper. You guys staying?"

Tessa looked at Brittany. When Brittany nodded her head yes Tessa said, "Yeah, but only if you let us cook tonight. We owe you big time ya know. The girls did not leave Jerry's home until Wednesday morning when they had to return to work. As they were leaving Jerry leaned on the driver's door of Brittany's Jeep Wrangler and said, "Damn, I hate to see you go. I've had more fun the last two days than I've had since my wife died."

Brittany said, "Yeah, us too. This was the best time off ever. Can we come back sometime?"

"Oh, hell yeah. Crap, I don't care if you come back every time you have off."

The rest of the week Jerry made it a point to watch for the girls on the river. The one day he had to go to town and missed seeing them he felt miserable. He missed their company very much. Sunday mid afternoon Brittany yelled to Jerry as her raft left his property, "Bye, Jerry, see ya later."

Jerry was bumming around his house just about dusk trying to decide what to do about supper when he heard a car drive up in his yard. He heard feminine laughter and doors closing. He walked toward his door as the laughing voices came closer. Just as he opened his outside door Brittany and Tessa stepped onto his porch. They were both carrying grocery bags and giggling as they sauntered sexily toward Jerry. They were still in the swim suits they wore to work.

Brittany smiled and said, "Hey, Jerry. We brought the food and beer this time. We even have Pizza for supper tonight. You haven't eaten yet have ya?"

"No. I was just trying to decide what to fix when I heard you arrive. I didn't expect you and had no idea what I was going to eat."

Brittany and Tessa looked surprised and even a little sad. Brittany said, "Oh. Uh, we can go if you have something else planned. We just thought we could hang and all. I mean, I told you we'd see ya later and -," her voice trailed off as she couldn't think of what to say next.

"No, that's not it. I don't have anything planned. Hell, I'm really glad you're here. I just meant I didn't realize you were coming tonight. I guess I missed something somewhere."

"We're sorry, Jerry. We can go. It's no big deal, really."

Jerry walked up to the two young women and took the bags from them. He put the bags on the cabinet and turned back to the girls. Both their lips were trembling and they had damp looking eyes. He pulled them into his embrace and said, "I told you it was fine. I really DIDN'T have anything to do other than a few daily chores like last time. I really am glad you're here. I have missed you both a lot this week. Now, come on. Let's get to that pizza before it gets any colder."

Jerry turned toward his table and stopped. He looked around then said, "Uh, where is it?"

Tessa frowned then exclaimed, "OH, it's still in the car. I'll get it. You two get plates and beer." She turned and trotted out the door for the pizza as Brittany moved toward the small kitchen area to begin putting the groceries away and get the plates out for the pizza.

After they had eaten the three friends walked back down to the river to relax. They built a small fire on the bank and spent the late evening and early night visiting, swimming and having a few brews. Like most young people as the night progressed they played grab ass in the water splashing each other and dunking someone when they weren't looking. During one of the sessions without thinking Jerry pulled Brittany to his chest and gave her a deep kiss. She moaned and pulled him tighter to her as the kiss deepened.

When they broke the kiss they saw Tessa standing beside them looking on with a shocked expression. Brittany reached for her friend and pulled her toward them until they were engaged in a three way embrace. Jerry didn't think, he just moved his head toward Tessa and gave her a kiss too. At first Tessa was stiff and resisted the kiss. Brittany gently pulled Tessa toward Jerry and kissed her cheek. Tessa moaned and relaxed and smashed her breasts against Jerry as she deepened the kiss.

When they broke the kiss the three friends stood holding and caressing each other for a few moments. Jerry whispered, "Damn." The girls giggled and each took one of his hands. They walked out of the water hand in hand and sat on the blanket beside the fire once more. The fire had burned down to coals and it was almost too dark to see.

Jerry lay back on the blanket and stared at the stars between the tree leaves. The girls each lay on their sides beside him and laid their heads on his shoulder. They used their upper hand to gently rub and caress his chest and abdomen. Occasionally one or the other of them would rise to give Jerry a gentle kiss.

Their talk became almost nonexistent and movement became less and less frequent. Finally Jerry said, "I don't know about you two but I'm really ready for bed. I'm almost asleep here."

The girls got up from the blanket followed by Jerry. Jerry bent and picked up the blanket and the three friends walked back to his small house. This time the girls began undressing as soon as they started toward the house. They were nude by the time Jerry had the door open. By the time Jerry made sure the door was locked and turned toward the bathroom they were turning the covers on Jerry's large king size bed down. They took turns in the bathroom then kissed each other good night.

Jerry moved toward the couch to convert it into a bed for the weekend. Brittany and Tessa each moved to one side of Jerry and took a hand. Brittany said, "Unh uh. We're not going to kick you out of your bed again, Jerry. Come on. That's a King Size bed and there's plenty of room for the three of us." They pulled Jerry toward his bed and he went in a daze. He found it almost impossible to keep his hands off their delightful asses and his eyes off their nude bodies.

Jerry stood beside the bed in a quandary. He did not wear underwear so couldn't change into any. When he took off his swim suit he would be as naked as the girls were. Tessa looked at Jerry and smiled. She and Brittany reached for his swim suit at the same time and pulled it down his legs. After Jerry stepped out of it they pushed him toward the bed. He crawled in first and then a naked girl moved in on either side of him. They pulled the sheet up and snuggled against Jerry. He got a harmonious "good night" from the girls and they snuggled down for a night's sleep.

Jerry laid in the bed between the girls for several minutes listening to their gentle breathing. It was obvious they were both already asleep. He, on the other hand, was still wide awake. His cock was so hard it hurt and he didn't know what to do. He was so damn horny it was keeping him awake. It was over an hour before he finally dozed off. 

The next morning Jerry woke when Tessa got out of bed. She moved to the bathroom for her morning business. Jerry was going to follow her when she finished then make coffee. To his surprise, as soon as the bathroom door closed Brittany moved up and gave him a kiss as she grabbed his morning wood. She leaned over him and smiled down at his face and said, "I won the first shot at you today. We've both been soooo horny all week thinking about you. Do you mind?"

Jerry just looked at Brittany as she moved over him and guided his rock hard cock into her oh so wet little cunt. After she had him seated properly she looked into his eyes and slammed her hips down taking the rest of his meat all the way into her tight pussy. She bit her lower lip and began slowly rising and falling as she worked his cock like a pro. On each downward thrust she would grind her clit against his pubic bone and whimper. Her movements became more demanding and faster as she rose toward her orgasm. Jerry knew he wouldn't last long. He hoped he could last until Brittany finished. Jerry placed his hands on her hips and began guiding and helping her rise and thrust downward on his cock.

Jerry felt the first flutter of Brittany's orgasm. She whimpered and bit her lip. Her eyes looked like they were staring into eternity. She slammed down on him one last time and began madly grinding and hammering her cunt against his pubic bone. She squeezed him so tightly it almost hurt then collapsed against him to lie on his chest. That was all it took for Jerry. He slammed against Brittany and held his crotch as tightly to hers as he could. He felt like he was pumping his entire being inside into her. He groaned and collapsed back onto the bed with her still on top of him.

Neither of the lovers ever heard Tessa leave the bathroom or start the coffee. The first they knew she was anywhere around was when she sat on the bed beside them and reached out to caress them. She smiled down at the lovers, her friends, and said, "That was so beautiful and so intense. Rest a minute then come outside. I have the coffee going." Before she left, Tessa gave Jerry a kiss on the lips and Brittany one on her cheek.

Jerry thought he heard her whisper to Brittany, "You owe me one girl. God, I'm so horny now I'm dripping. As soon as he recovers I want him, too. You know I think I love him almost as much as you do."

After they recovered Jerry and Brittany got out of bed. They each went to the bathroom then got their coffee and moved outside to sit with Tessa and enjoy the morning. After they finished the coffee Jerry collected the cups and took them into the house. He was looking through the refrigerator trying to decide what to fix for breakfast when Tessa walked up beside him. Brittany was not far behind. Brittany butt bumped Jerry out of the way and said, "I'll fix breakfast. You two go on and relax for a while."

Tessa giggled and took Jerry's hand. She pulled him back from the refrigerator. Jerry slightly resisted her pull and she stopped. She looked at his face when she turned toward him. Jerry glanced at Tessa, then Brittany. Tessa looked pleading and Brittany smiled and very imperceptibly nodded her head.

Jerry turned back to fully face Tessa and stepped to her. He pulled her to his chest and gave her a kiss. She whimpered and pressed her body to his. After the kiss broke the couple moved toward the bed. They were both still naked from the night before. They crawled into bed and fell into a deep embrace. After several kisses, Jerry pushed Tessa down on her back and moved his face between her thighs. When she realized what he was trying to do Tessa smiled and her knees flew apart. She grabbed his head and guided Jerry to that perfect spot.

After he gave her three orgasms with his tongue Jerry moved up and over Tessa. His once again hard cock needed no guidance to find its target. He lowered his hips and nestled the tip at the entrance to Tessa's weeping love hole. Jerry wiggled his hips slightly and pressed slowly into his second lover of the morning. Tessa moaned her delight at the intrusion.

Jerry looked over his shoulder and saw Brittany watching them and smiling. She was slowly playing with her wet pussy as she did so. Jerry turned his attention back to Tessa and began moving in and out in that age old dance of love. As their passion rose his speed increased. Tessa moved her hips in perfect synchronization. Once again within the span of a couple of hours Jerry blasted off at the same time as his lover.

After their orgasms were completed Jerry collapsed against Tessa's chest. He held himself up with his elbows while he gave her a gentle kiss. After the kiss Jerry rolled to the side and lay on his back relaxing beside his new lover. Tessa rolled onto her side and threw her upper leg and arm over Jerry. She laid her head on his shoulder and looked upward at his face. She smiled when he looked down at her.

Jerry and Tessa lay together until Brittany called them for breakfast. During the meal Jerry looked at his guests and said, "Well, it's sure been a much better morning than I usually have here. What do you two want to do with the rest of your time off?" 

The girls looked at each other, blushed slightly, then turned to Jerry and giggled. He laughed deeply and said, "Well, I suppose we all three want to do that from the sound of things but I can't make love to you all day. What ELSE would you like to do?" 

Brittany said, "Well, we need to do a little shopping for next week's groceries, but other than that I think we'd be happy just hanging around with you like we did last week if that's ok." 

"Sure, I don't have much I have to do today or tomorrow. If you'll pick up some groceries for me while you're in town I can do my chores while you're gone then we can play the rest of the time."

Tessa and Brittany looked at each other then assumed a sad little lost puppy dog look. Brittany said, "But we wanted you to come with us, Honey. We can help you with your work here when we get back if you'll come."

Jerry didn't even think about his answer. He smiled and said, "No problem. We can do that. When do you want to go?"

"Now's fine with us," Brittany said. Within five minutes they were loaded in Jerry's truck and on the road. Three hours later the girls' purchases were safely in their small house and they had Jerry's purchases unloaded and were beside the river relaxing.

Over the course of the next three weeks more and more of the girl's belongings appeared at Jerry's house. They were talking one evening about needing to get the rent and utility checks ready to mail when Jerry looked at them and said, "You know, that is pretty dumb. It's been almost three weeks since either of you spent a night in your house. Why don't you just pack up the rest of your things and finish moving in with me? You can let the owner have the house back, cancel the utilities, and save the money you are spending on the place. I would be completely lost without you if you leave me now."

The girls looked at each other and began crying. Jerry got scared then smiled when they launched themselves at him. They hugged him so tightly it hurt as they smothered him in kisses. Both of them were saying "OK" and "We love you, Jerry" between kisses and their tears.

Both of the girls returned to college that fall but they continued to live with Jerry and drive daily the 35 miles to class just as they had when they lived in the small house they rented together. Neither of their sets of parents really felt comfortable with the living arrangements Jerry and the girls had but they were told in no uncertain terms that that was the way it was, that they both loved Jerry and they intended to live with him indefinitely. Slowly the two families came to accept Jerry. If truth was told they both thought he would be a fine son if he would just choose ONE of the women and marry her.

After the girls graduated college they came to Jerry one evening and pulled him outside to their favorite spot beside the river. It was late enough they didn't have to worry about people on the stream so they were all nude as they normally were that time of evening. Brittany was slowly riding Jerry, enjoying his cock. Tessa sat beside the engaged lovers looking lovingly at them. The two women glanced at each other and Tessa said, "Yeah, Brit, it's time. Let's go for it."

Brittany stopped moving on Jerry. She settled onto him so he was as deep inside her as she could get him. She looked down at Jerry and said, "Jerry, we're both out of college now and have jobs close by. We're like you. We love it here and don't want to leave even if we could have more in town. We don't make much more than you do here on the farm, but the three of us together make pretty good money. We have decided it's time for us to have some babies, Jerry. Can we please stop taking our pills and have your babies now? We both love you to death and know we both can't marry you legally. We want to stay with you and make babies. We're your women and want to be with you until death do us part even if the law won't let us all be married to each other. Please, Jerry?"

Jerry just lay under Brittany. He was so surprised he didn't know what to do. He knew his face looked shocked. Tessa was chewing on her lower lip as she watched him. Brittany had completely stopped moving on him and watched him with an expression bordering on fear on her face.

Jerry smiled and reached for each of the women. He pulled them both down onto his chest. After a hug he said, "I have fallen deeply in love with you both. I want you to be with me always, too. If you want babies that's fine with me, but we need to do something to protect each other and the children. Let's go to an attorney and see what he suggests. I've heard of people like us writing a contract forming sort of a partnership then placing all their assets in it. The paperwork would address child rearing also and even cover what would happen to assets and children if the arrangement breaks up.

"You know if you do this, though, we'll have to enlarge the house. Have you thought about that?"

The women smiled and kissed Jerry. Brittany began moving on him again. She was pounding him. Her breasts were bouncing and flopping madly on her chest. Jerry was just rising to his orgasm when Brittany hit hers. She squeezed his cock and writhed around on him for a moment then collapsed onto his chest. After she lay there a moment Tessa pushed and prodded her until she fell off.

After Brittany was out of the way Tessa grabbed Jerry's slimy cock and moved over him guiding it into her drenched hole. She immediately began moving madly upon him rising to her orgasm in only a couple of minutes she was so aroused. Truthfully, Jerry reached his orgasm slightly before Tessa. His first blast of sperm triggered her orgasm and she collapsed onto Jerry. She kissed him deeply and hungrily as she writhed on his cock and the aftershocks shot through them both. 




Jerry and His Women



Jerry pulled his wives into his embrace. They all three drifted off gently into a short nap. When they awoke they languidly cuddled for a few more minutes before rising and beginning to plan how and when to tell their parents about the new development.



Jerry and Jenna



*This story is a work of fiction. All resemblances to any person are purely coincidental. All rights reserved by author.* 

Jenna couldn't believe Jerry was kissing her like this. After so many months, no, years that she'd fantasized about his body meshing against hers, it was finally happening.

The two of them had first met at work. He liked her instantly; her eyes, her voice, and, to be honest, her 38DDD tits. She loved his smile, his sense of confidence, and his obvious passion in his work. Their friendship seemed rather unlikely -- when they first met, Jerry was twice Jenna's age. One thing they shared, that their spouses didn't, was a love of yoga. They quickly became yoga partners and regularly attended class together.

Tuesday night started off innocently enough. Jerry rode down to Jenna's house on his motorcycle for dinner and yoga. Jenna welcomed him in and let him know that dinner was almost ready. He noticed only two places were set, "Is Matt eating upstairs or something?"

"Oh, no," she laughed, "Matt's out of town for the week, so I just made a simple dinner." 

"Isn't it lonely with him gone?" Jerry asked, trying to sound innocent, though in the back of his mind, he realized he might finally have a chance at her. 

"It's kinda nice, actually. I like having the house quiet." Jenna thought about her words and then quickly added, "I'm really glad you came down to do yoga with me. I always enjoy your company." She wanted Jerry just as badly as he wanted her.

After yoga class, they came back to her house. Jerry asked her, "Would you mind stretching my back?" 

"Of course not." She knew exactly what he meant. She rolled his yoga mat out on the carpeted floor and then moved aside. He lay down on his stomach, his strong chest against the floor, his shoulder muscles clearly outlined under his t-shirt. She mounted him, sitting squarely on top of his butt, and then gently reached down and grasped his shoulders. 

Jerry inhaled, a little more breathless then usual, as he felt Jenna's weight settle on top of him. He pulled his chest up off the floor, Jenna firmly gripping his shoulders. They held this position for a few breaths and then she gently released him to the floor. Jenna slowly reached her arms along Jerry's body, massaging his shoulders, then his arms, and finally grasping his wrists. Jerry felt her chest pressing against his back, and then her warm breath against his neck. She gave him a gentle kiss on the side of the neck, and then pulled his shoulders up again. They continued the flow of the exercise, her pulling him up, then massaging him down. After five or six times, she took things a little further. She lay down on top of him and put her legs along his. "Am I too heavy for you?" she asked.

"No," Jerry replied, "that actually feels really good." He loved the pressure of her body along his, her breasts pushed against his back, her pelvis just above his butt, and her legs stretched out along his. She laid her head down and rested for a minute. "I think I could happily lie like this forever," she sighed.

Jerry felt an erection building and knew he needed to get off of his stomach. "Do you want to switch, and I'll massage you?" Jerry asked.

"Yes, please," and with that Jenna got into child's pose on the mat, her shapely butt up in the air, her arms stretched out in front of her. Luckily, Jerry thought, she didn't notice his excitement as Jerry put his feet near her hands and she grasped on to them. He folded himself over her, moving into a down-dog position, and then firmly placed his hands along the small of her back. He gently pushed her body into the mat, and then slowly moved his hands down along her back, going as close to the curve of her butt as he dared, and then moved back up to the middle of her back. He repeated this a few times. Jenna gently sighed. While she loved yoga, this was by far her favorite part. "That feels great," she told him.

After a little while he asked, "Do you want to stretch out all the way and I'll massage you some more?"

Jenna stretched out her legs behind her and Jerry got down onto his hands and knees. She came up for a moment and Jerry looked at her, surprised. She quickly kissed him, "Thanks for offering me the massage. I could really use it." He smiled and gave her a quick kiss in reply.

Jerry wasted no time in mounting her the same way she had mounted him. He slowly massaged her upper back and shoulders, spending time working out each knot along her shoulder blades and towards her neck. He then gently massaged along the top of her shoulders, pushing her into the mat, making her sigh again in delight. He reached out the way she had, massaging her neck, then her arms, and finally her wrists. He jokingly put his legs on top of her, using his 5'10" frame to pin her 5'4" one to the mat.

"Am I too heavy?" he chuckled.

"Well, you're kinda heavy," not wanting to be insulting, "but it's not painful. Just a bit uncomfortable."

Jerry shifted his weight, using his arms and one leg to take some of the pressure off of her body. "Better?" he quietly asked.

"Yes, now you just feel warm and good above me," she replied.

Jerry continued massaging her, alternating between using his forearms, hands, legs, and feet to work along her body. All the while, his head was down next to hers. He was breathing harder as he worked up the courage to cross the line, to move out of the realm of friends and into that of lovers. Jenna felt his warm breath and was getting more turned on by the moment.

He stopped massaging her, shifted his body off of hers, and moved on to her right side. "Thanks," she stated, turned her head up towards him. Before she could say more, he pushed his lips against hers and quickly opened his mouth. His tongue was instantly against hers, gently probing the inside of her mouth, tasting her for the first time. Jenna responded in kind, pushing her lips against his, letting his tongue wash over hers. Their kisses were urgent; as if there was a desperate need to make up for the years of sexual tension between them. Jerry wrapped his arms around Jenna and pulled her halfway on top of him. They continued to kiss, eyes closed, arms wrapped tightly around each other. For a moment, it felt like their kiss would never end, like it could just go on for ever.

Jerry opened his eyes, looked up at Jenna, and slightly pulled back from her. "I thought you'd never..." he started.

"I thought you'd never!" she laughingly replied. "I've wanted you to kiss me like that for years." 

Jerry's face flushed and a large smile crossed his lips. This beautiful girl, this goddess that he'd wanted for so long, was admitting that she wanted him, too! Before he could say another word, Jenna brought her head down and enveloped his lips in hers. She wrapped one leg over his and centered her weight against his thigh. He instinctively bent his knee, pressing his thigh strongly against her pelvis. He closed his mouth, then began kissing her along her cheek, down her jaw line, and on to her neck. He whispered in her ear, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

She pulled up, kneeling above his thigh. As if to answer, she slowly pulled her tank top up over her breasts and off her head. Her bright white sports bra came into view, supporting those beautiful breasts he'd been longing to touch. Jerry sat up, pulling her chest towards his face, and then rubbing it all over her bra, worshiping every inch of her breasts. Jenna moaned in delight. Jerry moved his hands down from along the sides of her breasts to her back. He quickly unhooked the back of her bra and began to pull it off of her.

Jenna felt her bra being pulled away from her back and off of her chest. She arched back, showing off her bare breasts to their best advantage. For a moment, Jerry just looked at her. "Beautiful," he sighed, and then proceeded to kiss each one in turn, starting at the top of each breast, and gently kissing every square inch before moving to her large, light-brown areola. He took each deep pink nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. She gasped and began to slowly buck against his thigh. 

Jerry felt Jenna's hands move down along his back. She looked down at him and simply stated, "I'm not the only one getting naked here." She found the bottom of his shirt, quickly pulling it up and over his head. Before he knew it, she had both hands in the waistband of his shorts, undoing the drawstring and pulling them loose. He did the same to her, kissing down along her body as he untied her pants. He kissed his way up from her chest to her lips, then stood her up along with him. Standing, he pushed his shorts and her pants down to the floor. 

Jenna began kissing down along his neck, along his chest, and then down to where his briefs were straining to hold in his erection. She grasped the front of his waistband with her teeth and grinned up at him. Using her hands on the back of his waistband, she pulled his blue cotton briefs down, his dick springing out at her. Jenna had seen Jerry in enough yoga positions to know that he wasn't hung like a porn star, but was happy to see his six and a half inch, average-width penis, slightly curved up as if trying to meet her.

Jenna kneeled down, planning on taking Jerry in her mouth, but he couldn't wait any longer. He kneeled down to her and pulled down her panties, and then gently pushed her on to her back. "I need you now," he stated, and then looked down at her, as if waiting for permission.

"Please," she replied, "I would love to feel you in me." She knew he'd had a vasectomy years ago and wasn't worried about protection. For a moment Jerry still hesitated, as if a step was missing.

"Don't worry, I'm plenty wet. Feel." Jerry reached down with his left hand, slowly spreading her open. He could feel her juices along his fingers. He dipped two of them into her, causing her to sigh, and then pulled out, a string of juices trailing along. He looked down at her, smiling, and put the fingers to his face.

"You smell delicious," he quietly stated, bringing his fingers to his nose, "I bet you taste delicious, too." He sucked on his fingers, trying to drink every drop of her juices. She was sweet, fresh, just as amazing as he hoped she would be.

He dropped his hand back down and placed it by her right shoulder. He moved forward until just the tip of his penis was touching her. She jutted her hips forward in frustration, feeling his closeness to her vagina, wanting him in her.

"Patience, little one" he said, chuckling, and then ever so slowly parted her folds with his penis. He took another breath, and then thrust all the way into her. As soon as he reached bottom, he stopped and closed his eyes. She was tight, and hot, and way, way wetter than his wife ever got. He tried to take his mind away from the scene for a moment, before he came right then and there.

Jenna felt his dick just touch the edge of her cervix. After so many years, Jerry was finally making love to her. He felt amazing. He regained control and began thrusting, building up a steady rhythm. The curve in his penis caused the tip to rub hard against her g-spot, quickly building her up towards orgasm.

"Harder, Jerry, harder...I'm almost there. Oh god, keep doing that. OH JERRY!!!" Jenna came powerfully, her orgasm washing over her in a giant wave. Jerry continued thrusting into her, delighting in the feel of her vagina pulsing and spasming against him. He thrust even harder, eliciting more moans and a second wave to her orgasm. Eventually, her breathing slowed a bit and Jenna opened her eyes to look at Jerry.

"That was amazing," she said.

"You're pretty amazing, yourself," he replied. "Want to try something a little different?"

Jenna flipped over on to her belly and moved back into child's pose. Jerry laughed, "It really is an inappropriate yoga night, huh?" She laughed in reply. Jerry came up behind her, pushing his knees against hers, spreading her slightly. His thighs pushed directly inside of hers. He placed one hand firmly down onto her shoulder blades, causing her chest to move towards the floor and her rear up towards him. With the other hand, he took hold of his penis and guided it into her.

"Gentle," she cautioned, "you're bigger than you think like this." She could feel his dick pushing hard against her cervix with each thrust. After five or six times, Jerry felt her relax and push against him. He grabbed below her hips with each hand and began thrusting more forcefully. 

Jerry and Jenna were both breathing hard, scarcely able to catch their breath in between thrusts. Jerry was pounding into her, holding on to her hips tightly. She was pushing back against him just as forcefully, feeling his balls smack against her labia with each thrust. Jerry began moaning and Jenna could feel his dick getting even harder. "I'm there, Jerry! Come in me now!"

With that, they simultaneously came. Jerry gasped as he felt his balls contract and every muscle in his body clench with an incredible orgasm. It had been years since he felt like this. He could barely make his way in and out of her; her passage was clenched so tightly in orgasm. Her body was shaking, her toes curled up tightly as her orgasm continued. She couldn't believe the effect Jerry had on her. Jerry slowed his thrusts and, after waiting until the clenching against his penis subsided, withdrew from her.

Jerry lay down on his side next to Jenna. She turned and looked into his eyes. "Wow," was all Jenna said. 

"Wow is right," replied Jerry, "you are incredible." He softly kissed her and rubbed her back. Jenna looked at him, slightly sleepy eyed, then stated, "we better get up off the floor before you fall asleep here and your wife freaks out."

They both got up and slowly gathered their clothes. Jerry walked into Jenna's downstairs bathroom to clean himself off and get ready for the ride home. Jenna cleaned herself off in the other bathroom and threw on a robe so that she could walk Jerry to his bike. She helped him load up his gear, gave him a final passionate kiss to send him off, and watched him ride off into the night. She could hardly wait for the next time they got together for yoga. 



Jerry and Kelly



I was 20 and still hadn't gotten laid. Only a couple of my closest friends knew I was still a virgin and I often felt like I was on the outside looking in. It was the mid 80s and I had female friends but was pretty shy around women that I didn't know. And feeling a bit intimidated, it was hard for me to strike up a conversation with a woman at a bar that I didn't know. This was back in the day when 19 was the legal drinking age. Ahh, the good old days. I just couldn't bring myself to ask one of my female friends out on a date. And asking one of them to come back to my place after the bars closed was probably not a good thing to do with a 'friend'. 

Early that spring, my parents had purchased a house about a half hour away and decided to keep the present home and rent it out to me. It was a perfect situation. I didn't have to move and now I had the whole place to myself. At least for the time, anyway. I had a couple of friends interested in moving in and sharing in on the rent. My parents gave me the go ahead to make some minor changes to the house if I wished but it was a already better than anything my friends had who were living on their own and all I did was a little painting, moving my stereo system from the basement to the living room, and adding a pool table to the basement where I kept my guitars. Today we'd call it a man cave!

My best female friend lived just a couple houses down the street. We both lived there our whole lives and always got along real well. Back when I was in the third grade a couple of the older boys on the school bus had been teasing me for a few days. Finally Kelly stood up for me and told them to pick on someone their own size. From that day on she was a good friend and I often thought of her as a big sister. She was a fourth grader, a year older and all the other kids liked her. Looking back now I can see she was very mature for her age and was always genuinely nice to the younger kids.

She still lived with her parents while going to college and a few days after my parents were finished moving she stopped over. "Jerry? Are you home?" She called out from the open kitchen door. It's amazing how much louder a house gets when your parents take most of the furniture with them.

"Come on in, Kelly" I yelled from the hallway. I met her in the kitchen and she gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Nothing unusual as she did that many times before.

"How've ya been, little brother? I'll bet you're not wasting any time turning this place into your little bachelor pad." 

She started calling me little brother when we were in our teens. She was the youngest in her family and I think she thought of me as the little brother she never had. When I was having trouble with math back in elementary, she came over and helped me with long division. When I was 13, I had my first cigarette with her. And when she turned 19 she was kind enough to buy beer for me before I was legal. She was exactly like a big sister in many ways.

"I've been doing great, Kelly. Staying busy at work and helping mom and dad move. Where've you been? I haven't seen you for a few days."

"Mostly busy at school. But I cut out a couple of classes because I was getting burned out with work and not having enough time to study. I can't wait until summer so I can relax a little more. "So show me around. What have you done to your new place?"

"Well as you can see, they took all the good furniture with them so I've been busy looking for some used furniture and I got a good deal on that matching sofa, chair and ottoman" pointing in the living room. "And I took over the master bedroom. It'll be great to have my own bathroom when I get a couple of room mates."

"Well I'd move in here but I don't think our parents would approve of that."

We both laughed at that as both our parents were kind of strict. I showed her around and the little changes I had made. She even gave me a few good ideas on getting some cheap but good décor that would spruce up the place a bit.

We got back to the kitchen and I grabbed a couple of beers out of the fridge. "Let's go relax on the couch. I'm just beat from moving mom and dad and then moving my own stuff in here."

We sat down and clinked our beers together. "Here's to independence" I sad.

Kelly laughed and said "well for you, maybe. But I'll be stuck at home until I'm done with college."

We visited for over an hour, and a couple more beers. She started getting a little more personal with her questions about new friends I'd met since high school or if I was dating or seeing anyone. She was more personal than she had been before. I didn't think much of it and just attributed it to a few beers. 

"I'm not seeing anyone and haven't been on a date in a long time. I've got enough going on to keep me occupied but I am kind of jealous of my friends who have a girlfriend."

"I know what you mean, Jerry. I miss having a boyfriend. I split with my ex six months ago and have only had a couple of dates since then."

I was shocked at that because Kelly was a really likable woman who was easy to talk to. I knew her well enough to know she was not a woman who'd get picked up at a bar and go home with a guy she'd just met. And I wouldn't say she was very outgoing but there was a genuineness about her that people gravitated to. Physically speaking, she was a beautiful and sexy woman who looked real and not artificial. About 5'3", long brown hair that went down to her lower back. In my early teens I began having such a crush on her and she was often the subject of my fantasies when I would jerk off. She had such a natural beauty. She didn't wear a lot of makeup, was not high maintenance but she was always put together. Her hair, her clothes always looked great. I even found the sound of her voice and the way she'd giggle very sexy.

We were always good friends with each other but we had different circles of friends that we hung out with. I always felt she was out of my league and was afraid to tell her how I felt. 

Looking at her watch she said "well Jerry, I better get going. I should help mom with dinner tonight and do some studying."

"Well I'm glad you stopped by, Kelly. Don't be a stranger now."

"I won't. For the rest of the week I only have morning classes so I'll have more time to help you decorate. And bug you!"

"I always like it when you bug me. I'm usually home from work by 4."

"Great. I'll see you tomorrow, Jerry."

I never felt that there was any sexual tension between us, other than me fantasizing about her being naked and kissing those luscious lips of hers. We were pretty open with each other and she knew that I was still a virgin. She even told me, after her break up, that her ex was the only guy she had ever slept with. She never judged me and never teased me about being a virgin. In fact, she was supportive and understanding about it. She assured me that there are more virgins my age out there than I thought and that I shouldn't think any less of myself because it would be worth the wait. Maybe so, but I was getting tired of waiting and dating that led to nowhere.

Kelly arrived the next day not long after I got home. I had just got out of the shower and was wearing only a pair of shorts when I met her at the door. "Wow! Look at you" she said with a big smile. I wasn't muscular but kept in shape and I didn't take her comment all that seriously. It was her way of teasing me like always.

I did take notice of how she looked though. She looked different. And she was dressed in a way that was out of the norm for her. She was wearing a pair of tight cut-off shorts and a tight tank top shirt that really showed off her tits. She usually dressed a little on the conservative side and I had rarely seen her in tight shorts or anything really revealing. She had her hair in a pony tail which wouldn't normally get my attention but it just gave her a different look. The pony tail gave her an innocent look while her clothes made her look very, very sexy.

I laughed at her little teasing remark and might have even blushed a bit. "I don't ever recall seeing you with a pony tail but I like it" I told her.

"Thanks, Jerry. I just like to be comfortable. Oh I was thinking, how about if we do some shopping? I know of a place that sells all kinds of second hand household stuff. They will have some odds and ends to decorate your house."

"That'd be awesome. Lord knows I could use a woman's touch here."

I went back to my bedroom to get a shirt and when I returned I saw her standing in the living room with her back to me. She was looking around and probably running a few ideas through her head about making my place look better. Unknown to her I watched her for a little while and wondered why I had never noticed what a nice ass she had. Maybe it was the way those tight faded shorts were hugging her firm ass. Or the view her muscular and firm legs from behind but being a horny virgin it didn't take a lot to get my attention anyway!

She turned around when she heard me come in the room. "Are you ready to go? I think we can turn your place into a hot bachelor pad in no time at all."

Soon we were in my pickup and heading downtown. We were talking and joking on our way and like the night before, I thought she was being a little more personal than usual. Even leaning closer to me when she would talk. There were just some subtle differences in her appearance, behavior and mannerisms than normal. Differences that were making me hornier and more attracted to her.

I tried to brush off those feelings for a while because I was afraid she was just teasing. But when we got to the store and started looking around she was a little more direct. After a couple of her brief brushes against me and touching my arm I could tell she was doing it on purpose. Whether her intent was just teasing or actual flirting, I was enjoying the attention and I did a little of the same and she seemed receptive to my reciprocation. 

I 'accidently' touched her a couple of times when I was reaching for an item on the shelf. I even took her hand when I saw a wall hanging that I liked, a print (not painting of course) of a lake and trees with mountains in the back ground. We walked over to it and I asked "what do you think of this one?"

"That would be great, Jerry. It's not too masculine or feminine. I think it would look great in your living room or the den." She placed both of her hands on my arm and said "you have a good eye."

She touched me for several seconds. It was definitely more than just an innocent touch and it was a wonderful feeling. I was enjoying the teasing that was going on between us but soon we had picked out quite a few items so we checked out and headed back to the house. Kelly found a place for everything which included a couple of wall hangings, a coffee table, and several knick knacks. 

"Well thanks, Kelly. Everything looks a lot better. No question my interior decorating skills pretty much suck. Do you want to stay for a while? I was thinking of pizza and a movie...now that my vcr is hooked up." (Remember, this was the 80s, before the dvd player was popular)

"Oh I'd like that Jerry but how about tomorrow night? I have an early class tomorrow and a bit of homework yet tonight. But it's a date, OK?"

"Great! I'll walk you home."

Being that it was dark by now I thought then, and still do now, that it was gentlemanly to walk a woman to her door at night. Whether she is a friend or a date it's the right thing to do. And besides, it was an excuse to spend a few more minutes with her.

Only two houses separated each of ours so it wasn't a long walk by any means. I was right beside her, close enough so we'd touch, and then she slipped her hand inside my arm. I don't recall what our conversation was but clearly there was a mutual attraction between us.

We arrived at her door where we hugged and she gave me a quick peck on the cheek like she'd done many times before but tonight it felt different. It felt like more than just a friendly peck. I wasn't sure of what to say to her other than "thanks for your help today. I had fun shopping with you."

"You're welcome, Jerry. I had a great time too." Then she got on her tippy toes and gave me a quick kiss on my lips. "Good night Jerry" she said with a smile and went inside. 

I didn't sleep much that night. I laid in bed just thinking about Kelly. Wondering if I should take the chance and make a move. Or was she just teasing me? I didn't think so. I never saw her teasing a guy just for some entertainment. That kind of behavior was always beneath her. I didn't have a lot of experience with women but I did know that she was giving me some signals. I also kept thinking about what she had said about tomorrow night. She said "it's a date." It's a date.

It was hard to focus at work the next day. I kept thinking about Kelly and was getting nervous about the upcoming evening when she would arrive. Throughout the day I was getting butterflies when I thought about her and the kiss she unexpectedly planted on my lips. I didn't know what to expect that night but I did know I was going to let her know I liked her more than just a friend.

The next evening she arrived at about six and definitely made me notice her. She wore a blue sundress that was just above her knees. Spaghetti straps and a front revealing enough cleavage that it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. I had a hard time looking her in the eye with all the 'eye candy' she'd brought with her. I could tell she used a little more makeup than normal and she looked just stunning. She spent some time making herself look great which made me feel great.

"Hi Kelly, you look great" I said with a big smile. "You should wear a dress more often" I said in a teasing way.

We hugged and I gave her a peck on the cheek. "Well thank you. And.......MMM I like that cologne, Jerry. And you look pretty darn good yourself!"

I didn't look as good as she did but I did put in some effort. Charcoal casual pants, a blue and white polo shirt and some casual shoes. 

"Well let's go sit down and you can review the décor you helped me with." I grabbed the bottle of 'affordable' wine I had picked up that day and a couple of wine glasses and led her to the living room.

Just before Kelly arrived I had popped in a jazz CD, keeping the volume at a (hopefully) romantic low. While she made herself comfortable on the couch I turned the lights down a bit. 

She was smiling at me when I walked back to the couch. "I'll hold the glasses and you poor" she said. "This is nice. I don't have wine very often. I'm more of a beer drinking college girl, ya know". 

I set the bottle on the coffee table and then down next to her on her right and put my arm around her. She let out a sigh and leaned against me.

I laughed at her beer drinking comment and said "but a beer drinking college girl with class".

"Well, with what you did tonight in getting the wine, the music, the low lights and the candles I can see you've got a lot of class too". 

She held out her glass and asked "what shall we drink to tonight?"

"How about class?...... And romance?"

"I like that" she said as our glasses clinked.

As soon as I said the word romance I wished, for an instant, that I hadn't. Prior to this night there was no actual dating we had done . I had never asked her out on a date. We had never discussed the issue but I guess there was and unspoken mutual feeling between us. And when she affirmed my 'class and romance' comment I knew this was the beginning of something special.

For the next hour or so we talked, reminisced, and laughed. I started playing with her hair and running my fingers through it. I didn't notice her hand on my thigh until she started lightly caressing me with her fingertips. That feeling sent a shock through my body and gave me those wonderful butterflies. In the meantime she had hiked her dress up about halfway up her thigh and I wanted to squeeze and touch it like crazy but being a little too timid I decided to wait on it.

I realized every move I'd made (of course none of them real bold) she had accepted and not resisted at all and when I saw her looking up at me with her sexy hazel eyes I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned toward her and our lips touched. Softly at first for a few seconds but then I felt her tongue pushing against me and soon our tongues were rolling about. I had made out a couple of times before but her lips were softer and warmer than I would ever have expected. My hands roamed all over her with the exception of her breasts as I was still trying to be a gentleman and not move too fast. The boldest thing I did was slide my hand up her outer thigh, just slightly underneath her dress. It was clear that the flirting and desires for one another the last couple of days had built up into a frenzy.

Our kiss finally broke and after a few seconds of silence and looking into each other's eyes I asked "do you want to go to my bedroom?"

"Of course" she whispered. 

I took her hand and led her into the bedroom where we faced each other and started kissing again. I was getting so nervous at this point and my hands were shaking when I caressed her sides.

She broke the kiss and said in a soothing and soft voice "It's ok to be nervous, Jerry. Just remember we've been friends our whole lives for a reason. And who better to be your first than a good friend?"

"I wouldn't want anyone else to be my first. I just wish I wasn't so nervous and I'm even a little scared. Were you scared your first time"?

"Oh of course. I was very scared so I understand. But my first time happened so fast that it wasn't all that enjoyable and not as special as I hoped it would be. I want to make your first time special."

We kissed again while standing in front of each other. By now we were practically melting into one another. I'd never had such a passionate kiss before. My hands were still shaking when I pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulders. And then I felt her hands under my shirt and on my sides...... WOW! Did that feel awesome.

I fumbled around her back with my hand until I found the zipper of her dress. While we were kissing I pulled the zipper down to her waist. She lowered her arms when I pulled the straps of her dress farther down her arms and suddenly, her dress slid off and fell to the floor. Then she pulled my shirt up and I raised my arms as she pulled it over my head. Finally I could look at the first naked woman I had seen in person. She was standing before me wearing only a pair of black panties. 

She looked so beautiful. Her breasts were not big but perky. I was, of course, a novice on a woman's anatomy but I'd seen plenty of breasts in my Penthouse magazines and Kelly's were certainly centerfold-worthy. In my very inexperienced judgment, they were a B or C size. I was about to reach out and touch them when she loosened my belt and opened my pants. She looked up at me and smiled when she pulled them down my legs and now I was wearing only my boxers. My cock was of course hard and making quite a protrusion.

When she stood back up I pulled her close and kissed her again. First her lips, then her cheek, neck and finally her bare shoulder. She took my hand and led me over to my bed where she laid on her back and started to caress her breasts and pull on her nipples. I crawled over next to her and finally I got to touch her lovely tits. They were firm, but soft and I gently cupped them and squeezed them. I looked over her sexy body, admiring and feeling her feminine curves. That feeling of finally getting to touch a woman anywhere I wanted to was awesome. My hands had minds of their own as they explored every inch of her beautiful body. I touched her everywhere and softly caressed her body. The smoothness of her warm skin and the scent of her perfume were so very erotic.




Jerry and Kelly



I looked at her lovely breasts and nipples and couldn't resist giving them some attention with my lips and tongue. I kissed her breasts and sucked on her nipples. Hearing her soft moans and whispers of approval turned me on as much as seeing and feeling her naked body. 

Suddenly I felt Kelly's hand slide underneath my under ware and begin stroking my hard cock. I had never been touched there before and my heart was pumping like crazy. I couldn't wait any longer and got out of my boxers, probably in record time, so she could have easier access.

"Oh my gosh", she whispered. "You're much larger than I expected."

"I'm glad you like it. You're more beautiful and sexy than I ever imagined. I can't believe we're doing this after all these years."

"Me either. I guess I can't call you little brother anymore huh.?"

"Well if it turns you on, you sure can."

We both laughed and I felt a little relief of the tension. I rolled onto my side again and began sliding my hand down her tummy and when I was about to slide my hand under her panties she said "wait a second and I'll make it easier for you." She slid her panties down her smooth legs revealing a soft mound of hair just slightly darker than her long brown hair. Her pubic hair was trimmed short and narrow. I was so horny and eager I immediately ran my hand over her pussy and felt her wetness. I tried finding her hole with my middle finger and after a few seconds she guided me in.

I had never felt anything like that before. The softness, warmth and wetness all together was so erotic for me. I started to slowly finger fuck her and although I didn't really know what exactly to do I knew I was on the right track when I felt her push against me each time I slid my finger back in. After a few minutes she leaned over to face me and I thought I'd done something wrong.

"Am I doing this right?" I stupidly asked her.

In a quiet and soft voice she said "Jerry, you're doing great and it feels wonderful. Just read my body language like you did when we were kissing and you'll know when you're doing it right. Just keep doing what comes natural."

"I can't believe this is happening. I've always been a little scared about my first time but I'm really glad it's with you. I'm still a little nervous but at least I'm not scared." 

"It's ok to be nervous. Maybe it doesn't show but I'm nervous and scared too. I mean we've been friends..... well almost like brother and sister for so long and now we're lying in bed naked with each other. Why wouldn't we be nervous?" she said, smiling.

"So it's almost like this is a little um.....taboo?"

"Well. Jerry, does it make it more exciting for you if this is taboo?" There was a pause and then she said "it does for me."

We both giggled at the thought of being 'naughty'. I never ever thought of her being sexually naughty before and it was like seeing a secret side of her that she was allowing only me to see. The intimate pillow talk was almost as good as being with a beautiful naked woman for the first time.

Being my first time with a woman I was extremely curious and needed to see what a pussy really looked like. I mean other than in men's magazines. She laid on her back and when I moved toward her midsection for a better view and she spread her legs a little farther open for me. I ran my fingertips up and down her slit that was now shiny and wet. Then I spread her lips apart and marveled at the sight of her shiny and wet inner lips. I slid my middle finger inside. Her pussy was so smooth and warm I was mesmerized. I wanted to lick her pussy but for some reason was a little apprehensive about it and just kept playing with and exploring her pussy.

I moved back to laying beside her and started playing with her breasts again. Her nipples were now very hard and I rolled my fingers around them, gently pinched and pulled on them. She got on her side to face me and we kissed again. Soon I felt Kelly's hand stroking my hard cock. I laid back and let her work her magic with her skilled hands. The sensation of being kissed and stroked at the same time was amazing. 

My head was oozing with pre cum so she pinched it off a couple of times and licked her fingers. Then she slid her own fingers into her pussy and worked them in and out for a few seconds. Without saying a word she brought her finger to my mouth and I had my first taste of a woman's pussy. It was unlike anything I had tasted before but it was delicious. "Do you like that"? she whispered. She did this several times while I laid on my back. It was so erotic to watch her taste my pre cum, stroke me, tug me, finger herself and then offer her own personal taste to me.

Kelly leaned over me and said "I better stop stroking you before you cum because I want you to fuck me. This night is for you and I want it to be special. Are you ready, Jerry? Are you ready to fuck me?"

All these years and I hardly ever heard her say a curse word. So when I heard her say I want you to fuck me, it turned me on even more. Seeing this side of Kelly was so exciting because I knew no one else saw this side of her.

She laid beside me on her back and looked at me with a sexy and hungry smile. As wonderful as this evening was, the best was yet to come. I crawled between her legs and straddled myself over her. Her left hand was on my side and her right on my cock, guiding me in. Finally I felt the head of my cock going into her warm pussy. The feeling was unbelievable and I couldn't restrain myself from sliding in farther....almost all the way. I let out a loud moan and Kelly let out a muffled scream at the same time. I started working my cock in and out. Our eyes were locked on each other's and I started fucking her faster and faster. I felt an uncontrollable and animal-like urge to just fuck her like crazy as fast and hard as I could. I let out a gasp with each thrust that seemed to be harder than the last. She was screaming louder and louder now with each thrust. Of course only seconds had passed when I felt my orgasm approaching. I ground my hips against her while the uncontrollable spasms went through my body and I shot spurt after spurt of my hot cum inside of her.

The actual fucking lasted no longer than 10 seconds and I collapsed on top of her, both of us breathing heavily. After I caught my breath all I could say was "Wow. Wow. I wish I could have lasted longer for you."

Kelly put her hand on my face and said "oh don't feel bad, I loved it. We'll take a break for now and later you'll be even better" she said with a warm and loving smile. 

I rolled off to her side and said "I have to admit something, Kelly. I've been dreaming of doing this with you since I was 14. It was definitely worth the wait."

"I could tell back then you had a crush on me but I didn't know you were thinking about me like that all these years. But I have something to admit too. I've been having stronger feelings than just friends for some time. I've been trying to get your attention for a while and at first I thought you weren't interested. But then I realized I was being a little too subtle for you so I got a little bolder the last few days."

"I'm sorry I didn't notice you were flirting with me all that time. But now that you mention it you've been coming over here more often than before. And you offered to help me move some of Mom and Dad's stuff to the other house. Oh and you asked me to help you with your car a couple of weeks ago. So you really DO know how to add a quart of oil?"

"We women are strange creatures aren't we?" She giggled while she ran her hand through my hair. It was like she had fooled me and was enjoying the fact that she pulled one over on me. But I didn't mind at all and both of us were laughing at my lack of picking up on a woman's signs. 

"Just remember, Jerry, when a woman makes an effort to spend extra time with a guy, or makes excuses to spend time with a guy, she's interested."

"I've tried that same trick on girls but it hasn't seemed to work. So I guess they just weren't interested or maybe I wasn't bold enough."

"Probably some of both. And sometimes we're too subtle like I was with you at first."

She gave me a quick kiss and then and then suggested we get something to drink. I put on my boxers and a tee shirt and got another tee shirt from the dresser for Kelly. Seeing a woman in her panties and my tee shirt was very sexy. I told her to make herself comfortable in the living room and I came back from the kitchen with two glasses filled with her favorite soda, diet Coke. 

She snuggled right up to me when I sat down. We didn't talk much at that point and just enjoyed cuddling with each other. We watched some of the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson as this was a few years before Jay Leno came in. It gave us something else other than sex to think about for a little while. But by the end of the show that tingly sensation had returned to my cock and Kelly was kissing my neck and whispering little sweet nothings in my ear. 

I stood up and held out my hand for her and we returned to my bedroom where the sheets were a mess and our clothes on the floor. I pulled her close and we kissed as passionately as before but this time I wasn't nervous and felt more confident. We each pulled our shirts off and she laid back on the bed. I got rid of my boxers and crawled on top of her. We kissed and groped like a couple of horny teenagers, enjoying each other's caresses.

"Do you want to try licking my pussy?" she asked in such a sexy and erotic voice.

"I'd love to" I said nervously. Now I was getting a little nervous again but I crawled over to her legs, grasped the hem of her panties and pulled them down her smooth legs. She spread her legs and started to rub her pussy, sliding her fingers in and out and then tasting herself. I was loving the show she was giving me. She spread her lips, showing me the pink glistening folds of her pussy and pointed out her clitoris. Telling me how sensitive it is but that every woman is different. She told me that she likes her clit to be sucked or rubbed very gently.

I got down into position for my maiden voyage. I should have taken a little more time but I pretty much dove right in. Oh she was delicious! I didn't know what the hell I was doing but it was like I closed my eyes and hoped for the best. I was kissing and licking and swirling my tongue while my hands roamed any other part of her body I could reach. After some time of probably annoying her she reached down and spread her lips. I backed up and watched her rub her clit with her fingertip. "Right there" she whispered.

While she exposed her clit for me I knelt down and pressed my tongue against it, rubbing it and teasing it and gently sucking it here and there. Her heavy breathing and moans were telling me I was doing something right so I just continued. She tasted so good I probably could have done that all night. Suddenly, she grabbed my hair and ground herself into me. Her soft moans got a bit louder and then I felt her legs stiffen and her hips gyrate. Her breaths were faster and deeper and she let out soft sexy moans. Finally her body relaxed and she was catching her breath.

She pulled my head from her and said "I need a little break, baby........ OMG, Jerry........ You made me cum."

I was quite proud of my accomplishment and crawled up beside her. We kissed as our hands roamed everywhere. Her heavy breathing soon returned to normal and her hand found my very hard cock. I laid back and enjoyed the feeling of her warm hand on my hard cock. She leaned over on her side to face me and with her soft and warm hand she gently stroked me. We weren't saying anything now, just enjoying each other's soft caressing and groping. 

She had pretty much been taking the lead in the bedroom that evening, which I loved because of my inexperience. But feeling a little bolder and manly now, I said "I want you get on top and ride me". 

She smiled and whispered "OK" and then crawled on top of me. She leaned down and kissed me before straddling herself over me. Her breasts looked wonderful hanging in front of me and teasing me and the next thing I felt was her hand on my cock. She rubbed my throbbing head against her wet pussy while I ran my fingertips over her thighs, her hips and her soft behind. Our eyes were locked and at last she very slowly lowered herself onto me. With my 'hair trigger' orgasm out of the way I was able to enjoy the feeling of her pussy surrounding my cock a little more than earlier that night.

I held back on the strong urge of grinding myself against her and instead laid still while she sat on me motionless. We both stayed motionless for a few moments and just enjoyed the intense feeling. Finally Kelly put her hands on my shoulders and started rocking against me. Her breathing started to pick up again and she started rocking faster and faster. I knew I wasn't going to last long but I had already lasted longer than I did a few hours ago.

Watching her sexy tits jiggle as she rode me and hearing her grunt with each thrust was more than I could take. I felt my orgasm approaching and there was no way of avoiding it. My legs and butt cheeks clenched, I pulled her against me and I started to cum while my hips jerked uncontrollably against her. When my orgasm subsided she laid on top of me, my cock, while losing it's hardness, still inside of her.

We were both completely spent by then and we kissed and cuddled again with some romantic pillow talk. Eventually we got into a spooning position where we fell into a deep sleep. 

Morning came too soon for the both of us. I had to get to work and Kelly had to get to class....after explaining to her parents where she was last night! We knew we had a great summer ahead of us and just as Kelly promised, she had made my first time very special.



Jerry & Millie



Thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for editing my story and making it a better read for all of us.

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Chapter 1: Life hasn't been the best.

Dad and I were returning from our hunting trip. We had just bagged an eight point buck, and I did the actual shooting this time. It was nice walking through the woods with my dad. A chance to get back to nature after a rough couple of years.

As dad pulled up at the general store I got out to check in the deer. Dad said he would wait in the truck. Chuck, the store owner, was checking in my deer when I was heard loud voices outside.

"Leave me the fuck alone," said a female voice.

"Come on, Millie, don't be like that," a man laughed.

"Please just leave me alone. I wasn't bothering you, Brad."

Then I heard a truck door slam and then my dad's voice. 

"Leave the lady alone." It was my dad's voice.

"Mind your own business, old man, and get back in your truck."

I headed to the door and glanced out. There were three guys - Brad and a couple of his friends. They had Millie, an old friend of mine cornered by her car. Dad was coming to her rescue. I can guarantee that Brad didn't know it was my dad or he would have run in the opposite direction. I opened the old screen door and stepped out on the porch of the country store.

"Is there a problem out here, dad?"

Brad looked up and saw it was me. "Oh, fuck, I didn't know is was your dad, Jerry."

"Still up to your old ways, Brad? Will you ever learn?"

Brad looked at his buddies and said, "Come on, guys, let's get the hell out of here."

One of his buddies asked who I was and as Brad whispered to the guy all three of the chicken-livered guys jumped in their truck and took off.

You see, in this town I was labeled a mental case. I killed a guy when I was a teenager. I'll tell you more on that story later.

Millie came running up on the porch and gave me a big hug.

"Jerry, you're home. God, it's so good to see you. Peggy said you were moving back. How long have you been home?"

"Been home going on a month. I started a welding shop in the old brick garage. If you got anything that needs welding, you just stop by."

I liked her ever since I was a kid. My kid crush, I guess. Hell, we might have been together if I wasn't sent away at fourteen.

Millie looked over at dad. "Thank you for helping me out, Mr. Jones, I really do appreciate it. Those guys just won't leave me alone. I'm glad you and Jerry showed up."

"Anytime you need anything, Millie, just give us a call. You're one of Peggy's best friends, after all."

Peggy was my older sister by about a year and a half. Millie and she always hung together. Peggy used to write me and said that Millie had a crush on me. Of course that was ten years ago when I was around fifteen or so. 

"Millie, Peg's coming over tonight with her family. Why don't you stop over? We still live up on the ridge; we can all get together and talk over old times, or at least the better ones."

"I'd like that, Jerry. I'll see you tonight. Bye, Mr. Jones, and thanks again."

As she got to her car she turned around, "Oh, what time, Jerry?"

"Around six would be fine," I answered. She smiled, closed her door and headed up the road. 

Dad smiled at me, "I always liked that girl," he said. We got into the truck and headed home and hung up the deer from a tree to let it bleed out.

Well, I guess it's about time to tell you about my wonderful life. Yeah, it was wonderful alright, if you like pain and suffering. Some of it maybe I deserved but not all of it.

I'm a country boy, and I always was. I loved living the country life. I wasn't big on book learning and the like. Don't get me wrong here - I am actually pretty smart. Maybe my English isn't the best but who gives a shit? I sure don't. I love hunting and fishing and repairing things. When I was just a kid, me and dad would repair the old cars and trucks. We had a small farm with a few chicken and cows. We didn't have horses. Peggy always wanted one but dad always said, "No, we couldn't afford one."

Peg has a few horses now. She and her husband, Roger, own a ranch about twenty miles from us. I guess she's still a country girl too. They have three little ones - kids, not horses - all under the age of seven. She had it hard for awhile after I was sent up but Roger was a good guy and took care of her. Now they have a nice family, a ranch and a pretty decent life.

The trouble all began when I was about thirteen. We didn't have much but we did okay. For some reason, guys thought because we were somewhat on the poor side that my sister would be easy. Well, she wasn't. She was a happy teenager and she, unlike me, did good in school. One day after school Peg was going down the holler - that's just a valley between two hills - to go see Millie. I was out with my 22 rifle hunting for squirrel when I heard Peg's voice.

"Don't touch me, Jed, leave me alone."

"Come on Peg, you know you want it."

"Please, guys, just go away and leave me alone."

I looked down over the hill and there stood Peg with Brad behind her and Jed in front of her. I started climbing down the hill when Brad grabbed Peg's arms and Jed reached forward and started to unbutton her blouse. Peg was kicking at Jed and he told Brad to hold her tighter. Jed reached out and squeezed Peg's tit. I heard Peg scream out, "Don't do this, guys. Just let me go."

They were both laughing when I got to the bottom of the hill. For some strange reason I put down my rifle and pulled out my hunting knife and ran up to Jed and buried it into his back. He screamed out as he fell to the ground. I held up the knife and looked at Brad.

"Please, Jerry, we weren't going to do anything. We were just playing."

Peg stopped me from going after Brad as he ran down the valley. She was crying as she hugged me. Jed was lying there on the ground unconscious, maybe even dead. Peg and I ran home to tell mom and dad. By the time we got there the county sheriff was there. Brad must have gotten hold of them and told them some lies. The sheriff took my knife and called an ambulance and he put me in the back seat of the cruiser as we headed back to where Jed laid.

Jed was dead. I had killed him. My knife penetrated his kidney and he died. I was taken into custody and charged with second degree murder. 

In court Peg told the jury her story and how her little brother protected her against the two older and bigger guys.

Brad said that he and Jed were just playing. They weren't going to harm Peg. Of course the only proof was our testimony and Jed's dead body. I was convicted on a lesser charge of manslaughter and sentenced to juvenile prison. The court thought I was unstable and I spent three years in a mental institution and then two more years in the prison system. I was released after my eighteenth birthday.

My mom was one of these sickly women. She was always coughing and was extremely skinny. I loved her. There wasn't a nicer or kinder woman on this universe. I know what I had done took years away from her life. I cried every time I was alone. I might have been a brave kid but I wanted my mom. I really missed her.

The reason I spent so much time in the mental ward was because while I was there my mom died. I went into hysterics. I wanted my mom and now she was dead. I was released into police custody for one day for the funeral. Other than my dad or sister, I wasn't allowed near anyone. I remembered seeing Millie from a distance. I didn't even get close enough to say anything. She smiled at me while she had tears in her eyes. I didn't break down at the funeral. I only cried when I was alone.

It was hard on my dad. He was alone then. He had Peg there for a few years but you know it's not the same thing. But, if it wasn't for Peg taking care of him, it would have been a lot worse.

At school Peg had to put up with a few hecklers but that's when she met Roger. They started dating. Roger's family had money even though not rich. At first his parents didn't like him dating Peg because of me. Peg sat down with his mom and dad one day and told them the truth - the real truth - that she was being molested and I came in and stopped it.

Roger's parents saw Peg in a different light after that. They realized that, even though we were poor, our family meant everything to us. Peg and Roger were married right after high school and of course now had their family.

I spent my time in the mental ward and then prison. When I got out, I went to a half-way house and studied for my GED, then I went to a welding school. I met Maria while attending the school. She was taking classes to become a cosmetologist, a fancy name for a barber or hair dresser.

We were dating and of course we had sex. Maria was my first and only woman. She got pregnant so we got married, and rented a little apartment. I wrote home and told my dad and sister. We didn't tell them till after we got hitched. We just went to a local judge and got married. Not a whole lot of fanfare.

Maria didn't have any family. She was raised in foster homes. I think her parents were put away for doing drugs. I never liked the big city. I told Maria there was too much crime when she looked at me and smiled. She didn't have to remind me of my past. I knew it all too well.

After the baby was born, Peg and Roger came with the kids to see us. It was the first time I had seen her since mom's funeral. She looked good and the kids were cute as buttons. At that time she had two and one in the belly. She told me Roger was a great dad. I actually gave the guy a hug and told him thanks for taking care of my family.

They stayed for a couple of days. They had to stay at the motel cause we didn't have the room. We did get together and do things. Roger paid for most of it which was good, since we didn't have much. It was a small apartment, hardly big enough for me, Marie and little Jerry. Yeah, we named him after me - he was Jerry Jr. We called him JJ. It could have been JJJ for Jerry Jones Jr. but that was a bit much.

About a year after they came to see us, Maria was killed in an auto accident on the damn freeway. I hated those roads; the cars just went too fast. Again I was devastated. I had lost another loved one and I was only twenty-three. Damn, did life ever deal me a bad hand. I had to get out of the fucking city. I called dad and asked if I could come home. All I had left was JJ and my family.

Of course dad said we were more than welcome. Maria and I didn't have any insurance so it took what little savings we had to bury her. Little JJ who was now three and I took what belongings we had left and headed back to the country where we belonged.

It sure was nice being back here at home. It just felt right, standing here having a beer, and passing the time, waiting for Millie.

Millie showed up right on time. She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. I was a little embarrassed when she pressed her breasts against my chest. She had some mighty fine big ones. Hers were a whole lot bigger than Maria's, who only had a handful but they were nice. 

Millie hugged dad too and then in walked JJ. He walked up to Millie and called her mommy. He heard Peg's kids say it, so he said it to Peg and now Millie.

"Hi, sweetheart, you are one cute little fella, just like your daddy."

"Are you mommy?" JJ asked Millie.

I had tears in my eyes and had to turn away when Millie said, " You can call me mommy if you like."

We were talking when Peg and her clan showed up. Everyone was saying hi to each other and all the kids except Peg's baby were running through the house. 

Peg said, "Kids don't mess up anything." Then when she looked around and said, "Dad, you guys need a woman around here. At least to help cleanup the place. Any damage the kids do will be an improvement," she laughed.

Dad told Peg that the place looked good, because we spent two hours cleaning it up before anybody arrived. Millie had to laugh and looked over at a laughing Peg. We all looked at Roger and he said he wasn't taking sides in this no-win situation. He had us all laughing.

Peg asked me and Roger to go get the food she brought, out of the car. Dad told her we had meat and she asked him if he made potato salad, macaroni salad, baked beans, and corn. 

Dad looked at Peg and said, "You win this one, Peg, because I'm hungry and you cook just like your mom used to." It was a sad, yet happy moment.

I broke in and volunteered that dad and I picked up some chips and dip, some beer and pop, even milk for the kids.

"Wow, very nutritious guys. Way to go," Peg laughed.

"Millie tell me what you've been doing the last few years."

"Well, it isn't very happy news. Peg knows all about me so I know she doesn't want to hear it all over again. How about I just tell you some of the better stuff and maybe later we can discuss the past? "

"Sounds good to me," I replied.

"After graduation, I moved to Indiana to live with my aunt. I went to school and took up bookkeeping. I got a job at H & R Block doing taxes. Then I worked at an insurance office. I guess I have a head for numbers. Eventually I met a guy and we got married and it didn't work out. So last year I moved back home with mom. Dad passed away about two years ago and I work at the bank in town. That takes me to now. Not a very exciting life but that's about it."

After we all talked, we had dinner. Just like old times but mom wasn't there. It was now Peg that held the family together.

"Jerry, did you know when we were all kids that Millie had a crush on you?" Peg asked.

Millie turned four shades of red. "God, Peg, did you have to tell him? That was probably ten years ago."

"Is it true, Millie?" I smiled. "I liked you back then, too. I was backward and always afraid to tell you."

"Yes, Jerry, it's true. This is embarrassing."

"Why, Millie? You still like my little brother." Peg was laughing.

"Peg, you're supposed to be my friend. That was a secret."

"Secret, hell. I want you and Jerry together and you two are like two backwoods people on their first date. Jerry, do you still like Millie?"

"Peg!"

"Peg, nothing. If you like her, take her for a walk. Show her the barn, for Pete's sake."

I was looking at a red faced Millie. "Millie, would you like to see the barn?" I asked. Everyone broke out in laughter. 

"That a way bro, lay on the romance." Peg said still laughing.

"Come on, Millie. Let's go take a walk before Peg says something really embarrassing."

As we were walking out the door, I turned and saw Millie mouth "Thank you," to Peg. I think my big sister set me up but I couldn't be happier.

Chapter 2: Millie's story.

I walked out of the house with Jerry. I still had feelings for this guy. I don't know why. When we were kids I always wanted him to notice me. He was always the bashful country boy, cute but didn't know it, quiet but had a way of talking with his eyes. I was best friends with his sister, Peg. We were a little older than Jerry but I didn't care. There was just something special about him. He was always protective about his family. They were poor but proud. It was easy to see that in Jerry.

When I heard he was going to be sent away for killing another guy, I cried for days. I knew that, for him to do something like that, the guy probably deserved it. I don't mean deserved to die but for Jerry to stab him. Jerry wouldn't hurt anyone unless provoked.

I looked at Jerry as we were taking a walk and said, "Jerry, you know that I want to get to know you again. Peg let everyone know."

"Is this the part where you want to tell me all the bad shit that happened in your life, Millie?"

"Yes, Jerry, there is no way around it. Even if you just want to be friends, I need for you to know everything. The only person I have ever told all this stuff to is Peg. Gosh, you have a great sister."

"Look, Millie, I killed a guy. There is nothing that you could have done worse than that. So do you really want to tell me everything?"

"I killed my baby." She started crying.

"What? You killed a baby?"

"I had an abortion, Jerry. I killed my baby." Jerry put his arms around me and said he wanted to hear the whole story.

"I was wild in high school, Jerry. You were the guy I liked and you were gone. I started dating a lot of guys. Many of them would want to touch my boobs and have sex with me. I kept telling the guys no. I wasn't a slut but a lot of people thought I was because of a big mistake I made one time."

"Does this have something to do with Brad and his two friends today?"

"Kind of. When I was back in high school, I dated Brad and his two friends. I was young and let them touch my boobs but wouldn't let them go any further. After graduation, Bill, one of the guys with Brad today asked me out. He took me dancing to a private club. I couldn't believe that this club even existed. I was pretty sure everyone there was underage. Well, anyway we all started drinking. I got really plastered. I passed out, and when I woke up, I was lying on a bed and Bill was fucking me. He took my virginity and it hurt like hell. I was too drunk to move."

"Millie, this is hurting you to tell me this. You don't have to say anymore."

"I do have to tell you, I want you to know everything. I don't want any secrets between us. Anyway, I was finally glad when Bill came. It didn't hurt as much with all the blood and creme. Then I glanced over and Jim and Brad were watching us. I laid there barely able to move as Bill got off me and Jim stuck his thing in me. There was nothing I could do, Jerry - nothing."

"I wanted to get my mind off of it so badly that I thought of you. I pretended it was you making love to me. I know it sounds silly but that was the only way I could make it through the ordeal. Jim came in me and then Brad started humping me. I know I was reacting to his fucking me because I was thinking of you. Stupid Brad thought he was doing something but it wasn't him, Jerry, it was just the thought of you."

I had to stop talking for a moment. I was crying now and Jerry put his arms around me and just held me. He didn't try to feel my boobs even though I would have let him. He held me till I was ready to continue.

"Bill and Jim each took me again. Then they all laughed and left me lying there. I got up and took a shower. I tried to wash it all away but it's not possible. I washed for probably a half hour. I went to the bed and pulled the dirty sheets off the bed, locked the door and then cried myself to sleep. I got up the next morning and went home. Mom and dad were really pissed at me for not calling. I told them I spent the night with Peg and they told me they called Peg's and I wasn't there. Even though I was then out of school I was grounded. I had a job over at K-Mart and they drove me to work and then picked me up and drove me home. I wasn't allowed to go anywhere."

I continued, "I missed my next two periods and was scared to death. I had to tell mom and dad. They sent me to the doctor and he confirmed that I was indeed pregnant. They ask me who the father was and when I told them the truth they didn't believe me, I guess because I didn't tell them the truth in the beginning. It's hard to believe someone after they have lied to you. I guess that's why I need to tell you everything. No secrets between us, Jerry, please. They sent me to live out of state with my aunt, and they arranged for an abortion. Then they decided it was best for me to live with my aunt and go to school in Indiana."

"What about this marriage, Millie?"

"I guess I wanted out. I wanted a life of my own. After I got my associate's degree I got a job at an insurance office. I got to know one of the agents and we started dating. Eventually he asked me to marry him and I did. I liked him a lot but didn't love him. I guess I felt he was my ticket out of my aunt's place. Anyway, I was a good wife. I did everything for him. I even enjoyed the sex. He was a pretty good lover. After a couple of years I found him cheating on me. He said he was working late but he was out having sex with other women. He admitted it and we didn't have enough love to hold our marriage together. So we got divorced and I moved back here."




Jerry & Millie



"So what about Brad, Bill and Jim. How are they back in the picture.?"

"They aren't, Jerry. They came by the bank a few months ago and found out I work there. They started their shit with me, the kind of stuff you heard today. Bill and Brad are even married now. Jim is the Sheriff's son and is divorced. They think I want to be with them. I guess they are still thinking about what happened years ago. I'm afraid of them. I'm really afraid."

"Do they know about the abortion?"

"No, other than my parents and aunt, the only person I told was Peg and now you. I'm a grown woman now but still have this crush on little Jerry Jones. I can understand if you want nothing to do with me, I really can, but I would like to at least be friends with you."

"Millie, I have to tell you that Maria is the only woman I have ever had sex with. I'm probably not a great lover. I like to do it but I don't know if I'm any good."

"I'm not a woman of the world either. Other than being raped I have only been with one other man. Yes, he was good, I guess. At least it felt good. The other three don't count."

"Okay, this is all going pretty fast for me. I'm still a country boy. I met you today for the first time in over ten years. God, I don't know how to say this."

"What is it, Jerry? You don't want to see me?"

"Hell, no, that's not it. I want to have sex with you. I'm not stupid. I like you - no, I more than like you - but until we make love... Millie, I want you but don't know if I could say I love you till we fuck. Damn, that's what I mean but it didn't sound good."

"It sounded good to me, Jerry. I can go for that. We'll have sex but you will have to wear a condom, unless we get married. Boy, that's putting the cart before the horse."

"Let's make a date and see how it goes. You have to promise to have sex with me so we can see if it's sex or love or if I'm any good."

"It's a deal. When is our date?"

"Saturday - this Saturday - I don't want to wait. I did enough waiting in my life. Let's ask Peg and Roger to go out and then you can come home with me."

"No, you have to get a motel. I can't make it with you with your father thinking I'm some kind of slut," she smiled.

"Okay, let's go tell Peg and Roger."

We walked back into the house and Peg asked, "Well, Millie, how did it go?"

"Can I talk to you in private, Peg?"

"Sure, no problem." We walked into another room.

"I told Jerry everything, and I mean everything. You're right, I still do care for him. We want to get to know each other better. We want to go on a date Saturday and would like you and Roger to go with us."

"Sure, I don't think Roger would mind. You have to get dad to watch JJ. Think you can do it?"

"God, I hope so. Let's go see what happens."

As I walked back in the room, little JJ came up to me jabbering, "Mommy." 

I whispered in his little ear so I thought no one else could hear. "I sure hope so, honey." 

He smiled back at me like he understood. I hugged him and kissed him on his cheek. Then I looked over at his grandpa.

"Mr. Jones, would you do me a favor?"

"Sure, Millie, if I can? What do you need?"

"Could you watch JJ Saturday night so Jerry and I can go out? It will probably be for all night. I will promise to clean your house for you as payment for watching JJ." Well, there it was for anyone wanting to read between the lines. Jerry was in the bathroom and had no idea what was said.

Jerry came strolling back into the room. I was holding and hugging little JJ.

Mr Jones asked his son to step on the porch for a minute. As soon as Jerry stepped through the door, his dad asked, "Jerry, do you care for Millie? I mean really care for her? You see, she offered to clean our house on Sunday if you spend the night with her Saturday. Son, I think she loves you. I'm willing to watch JJ but not so you can just get your rocks off and hurt her. If you think you love her then I'll watch your son for you."

"Holy Christ, dad, this was supposed to be something private between Millie and me. I have strong feelings for her, really strong feelings. I thought it would be nice to go on a date and see if we are compatible. I forgot this family doesn't have many secrets. I promise you, that I will not hurt Millie. If I find we are not compatible, I will not have sex with her. Is that fair enough?"

"Fair enough, son."

Chapter 3: The date.

Millie, Peg, Roger and I went out bar hopping on Saturday. Millie looked fabulous. I asked to go where they had dancing just so I could press up against Millie's breasts. It was so nice, and she smelled so good. Things were going great. It was like two teenagers on their first date. On one slow dance she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. Her lips were so damn soft. This might sound a little gross but I could have sucked her lips off her face. God, what a woman!

At the next lounge we went to Jim was sitting at the bar watching Millie. I could tell she was a bit nervous.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. You're with me." She seemed to relax a little.

The four of us sat down and Rog and I ordered beer and the girls had mixed drinks. They got up to use the restroom - apparently girls can't piss alone. As they walked by Jim, he tried to touch Millie's ass but she pushed his hand away.

I got up and walked over to the bar where slime ball was sitting. He held out his hand as if to say, "Hold it," but I grabbed his thumb and started to bend it backwards. When I got it to its breaking point I stopped as he had tears in his eyes, the pain and thought of me breaking his thumb had really scared him.

He screamed out, "My dad's the sheriff."

"You are one stupid fuck. If I bend this thumb another half inch, I can rip it from your hand. Now I'm only going to say this once. If I find that you so much as even look at my girlfriend, your dad, the big time sheriff, will be the one to try and recognize your corpse. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

"Yes, sir, clear, perfectly clear." He was now crying.

"Shit, I ought to do something to you. Cut you up - I got my knife with me. Maybe break off this thumb. You know I'm crazy, God, if I even see you again, I think I'll kill you. Yeah, that's it. I'll hunt you down and cut you up into little pieces so your dad can put you together like a puzzle just to identify you." I laughed a really evil laugh.

Right then Millie and Peg came out of the restroom.

Peg touched me on the shoulder and said, "Let him go, Jerry, please let the man go."

I let go of his thumb and he jumped up and ran out of the bar.

We all went back and sat down.

Peg looked at me, "Okay, little brother, did you play that silly little mind game about cutting him up like a puzzle?"

"Yep, sis, it works every time. I guess that's what I get for being mental," I laughed. 

The creepy bastard wouldn't be worth going to jail for, not now, not since I've got Millie. 

We went to a no smoking restaurant and had a nice dinner. I glanced over and on the other side of the restaurant were Brad and his wife and Bill with his. Again the girls had to leave to piss. While they were gone I asked Rog if anyone ever got even with Brad for touching my sister. He didn't know about Millie.

"No, Peg told me to not even talk to the son of a bitch. He hasn't said a thing to Peg or me in years. I heard he tried to bother Millie the other day."

"Do you want revenge, Rog? I do. You can stay here or come with me and feel better." 

I saw that the two assholes were going out for a smoke. They never saw us in the restaurant. So we went out the side door. We told the waitress we would be right back. We needed to use the restroom. When we got to the side of the building I confronted both Brad and Bill.

"Brad, you never learn. I told you never to mess with my family. Millie's my woman and I hear you messed with her. You and fuck face here didn't listen. So here's what's going to happen. Roger and I are going to kick your fucking asses all over this lot. If you turn us in, I will be back to cut you to pieces, both of you. They will have enough pieces to make a puzzle out of you." I gave them my evil menacing grin.

"Jerry, please. We can talk about this. I'll move away. There is no reason to hurt us. Everything is in the past. Please let's talk it out."

"Okay, I'm a mental case. I can give you guys a choice."

"Great, Jerry. I knew we could work it out. What do you want us to do?"

"I want you to put in writing that you will let us fuck your wives if we promise not to beat the shit out of you. Oh, and that you are sorry for lying to the police about Peg. For you, Bill, write I'm sorry for bothering Millie and you can fuck my wife for repayment of my wrongdoing."

I took my knife out of my belt and told them they had one minute to reach a decision. They were worthless human beings. They grabbed their pens and paper and some napkins and started writing.

"You two are some sorry pieces of shit. Willing to have your wives fucked over instead of being a man."

Rog spoke, "Jerry, I have to hit this sorry bastard at least one fucking time." 

Rog reared back and let Brad have it in the belly. "You sorry, miserable, fucking bastard. You ever come near my wife again and I'll kill you. I don't need, Jerry. That's something I'm willing to do on my own."

Bill got on his knees and begged us not to hit him. We shook our heads and walked away.

We took the napkins and went back in the side door to our table. 

"Where have you two been?" asked Millie.

"Looking for a couple of woman to have sex with."

"Did you find any?" laughed Peg.

"As a matter of fact we did." We gave the girls the napkins. They looked over and saw Brad and Bill coming back into the restaurant to sit across from their wives. Brad was holding his mid-section.

Their wives asked them what happened. We could hear them say they were jumped in the parking lot. We overheard one of the wives saying something about calling the sheriff. Bill told them no way, they weren't calling any sheriff. They told their wives to just let it go.

"Jerry, you didn't do this. Tell me you didn't do this," Peg cried

"Peg, you and Millie have the napkins. Walk over and give it to their wives. I know you wanted to do something like this for a long time. After all, you're a Jones."

"Well, Millie, what do you think?" asked Peg.

"If I want to be a Jones someday, I guess I better start acting like one," she laughed.

The girls walked over to the table where the couples were sitting. I know this was wrong but sometimes ya gotta do what ya gotta do.

It was Millie that spoke. I was so proud of her. She would make a great Jones. Very few woman would be able to keep up with her.

"Our men have all the pussy they will ever need. They don't need your sorry asses. Maybe what you need are a couple of real men." Then they threw the napkins at the wives of Bill and Brad.

The wives read the notes written by their husbands. They could tell their husbands' handwriting. They couldn't believe what they were reading. Their husbands were going to let other men use them.

"You sorry pricks, willing to give us away to save your own asses." The two women threw their drinks on their husbands and then turned the table full of food over on them. They got up and walked out the door. Brad and Bill sat there with the mess all over them. They quickly asked for the check so they could leave.

Peg looked at me and said, "Jerry, that was wrong and you know it. I do have to say I'm glad Brad finally got his just due."

"Peg, I never hit Brad. Your husband did."

Peg looked at Roger and smiled.

Roger looked at her and said, "I may not be a Jones but I have the same pride. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."

Peg reached over and kissed her husband. They were a great couple.

"Hey, guys, I hate to break up the party but I'm getting tired."

"You don't look tired to me," Peg replied.

"I'm kind of tired too," Millie responded.

"In that case you guys better go to the motel so you can get some sleep. You have a house to clean in the morning, Millie," laughed my wonderful sister.

We said our goodbyes and Millie and I headed for the motel. I couldn't believe how nervous I was. Damn, a guy in his mid-twenties and was afraid to have sex - no, was afraid he wasn't good enough to make love to the woman he had always cared for.

We checked in and we had two little suit cases. Millie went into the bathroom to change, so I flipped on the TV to have a little noise in the room.

I heard the door open and Millie came out dressed in a sexy little red number. Damn, she looked great.

"I bought this for you yesterday. I hope you like it."

"I have never seen such a beautiful woman. Are you sure you're in the right room." I smiled.

"Jerry, I'm really nervous about this. I'm trying to act real sexy for you but have never really done much in the sexy department. I just want you to love me and I'm not sure how to go about it."

"Just be yourself. Don't act, don't make believe, just be the Millie I always thought about."

"I can do that, Jerry. I can be me."

With that said she turned off the TV dimmed the lights, walked over to the bed, took my hands and pulled me up to my feet. "Kiss me, Jerry Jones. Kiss me like you love me."

I kissed her lightly and then over and over again. I pulled her to me so I could feel her breasts against me. I stopped and took off my shirt.

"I want to feel your breasts against my chest.."

"Then take off this little top off me and press up against me."

I removed her top and for the first time saw her twin mounds as she pressed against me.

"You feel so good, Mil, so damn good," I said, as she kept pressing her breasts against my chest. "I want to suck them."

"Jerry, you don't have to tell me or ask me what you want. I'm yours for whatever you want. Just take me."

I stooped over and started sucking on her big nipples. I was lightly biting and sucking away as I heard Mil moaning.

"Am I hurting you? I don't want to hurt you."

"God, no, Jer, It feels so good. Suck, bite, but not too hard and make love to my titties. Give me sucker bites on them. I don't care. No one's going to see them but you. Do what you want to them. God, it feels so good."

I finally sat at the edge of the bed - it was hard stooping over. This way she just leaned forward as I played with those beautiful mounds.

"Lie down on the bed so you can be more comfortable." She did and all she had on was her little red panties. I slipped off my pants and climbed back on the bed in only my boxers.

I started by kissing her lips and then back down to the twin mounds. I moved one hand down to her belly and began rubbing it in a circular motion.

"Mil, can I kiss your belly?"

"Don't ask, Jer. Just do."

I moved my lips down to her belly. I could feel and hear the intake of breath. I rubbed and kissed her belly. I could even smell her sex, so I knew what I was doing was good. She must be loving it. That's what it's all about. The more I did, the more she loved it and the more she loved it, the more I did. It must be what real love is all about. She was moaning really loud by then.

"Jer, you haven't even touched me down there and I am already coming. God, I love you. Please don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping. I had just begun. I slid my hand under her panties and onto her mound. I couldn't believe this was only the second woman's bush that I had touched. This was the one I always dreamed about as a kid, the one I masturbated to while in lockup. Now I had it in front of me.

Her pussy was so wet and soft. Two of my fingers sank into her valley with ease. I wanted it to last but yet I needed her now. I pulled her panties off and then my boxers.

"I'm sorry, Mil, I have to come - I have to come right now." Saying that, I buried my cock deep within her and pumped till I exploded in her. "My God, Mil, I forgot the condom. I'm sorry."

"It's too late to worry about it now, just keep fucking me. I'm about to come again." She screamed out and pushed her pussy up against my still hard cock.

We were both soaking wet with perspiration. I pulled my somewhat hard cock out of Mil. I crawled up next to her and asked her to give me a couple of minutes and we could go again.

"I have to pee anyway" she smiled as she got up with her hand between her legs.

"How can you pee? Peg isn't here to go with you," I laughed.

"Smart ass," she laughed.

I heard the shower running. A few minutes later Millie came out and looked sexy as hell with her wet hair and a towel wrapped around her.

"I wanted to be clean for you not knowing what you wanted next."

I pulled the towel off her and pulled her on top of me on the bed and started kissing her again with freshly washed boobs against me.

"You made me into a breast man. Damn, I love your breasts."

"Do you love my pussy too?"

"I love it so much I'm going to eat it for a snack right now," as I rolled her over on her back and got down between her thighs.

"Oh, Jer, I've never had a man do it. Are you sure? Oh, shit, that feels good," as I forced my tongue into her hot waiting wet pussy.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, damn good, feels so good, Jer, my God, my God, so good."

I kissed, licked and ate her pussy for all I was worth. I was like a madman eating at her pussy. She grabbed my head with both hands and pumped up and down, pushing her pussy in my face.

"So good, so good, I love you Jerry, I love you, God, how I love you." She had her biggest climax yet with her juices totally coating my face. Her pussy kept having little spasms as she finally let go of my head. I couldn't believe I could get so turned on eating out a woman's private area. I must really love her. It's got to be love to make a man react the way I do with Millie.

With my face full of her juices I crawled up and started open mouth kissing her, sharing her own juices with her. We were like two monkeys in heat. I swear I needed more. 

"Turn over, Millie. I want to take you from behind."

I was doing like she said. I wasn't asking. I was doing - doing what felt great. 

I took my hard cock and slowly pushed forward into her as deep as it would go, my balls bouncing against her. In and out, in and out, she was meeting me with every thrust. I removed my hand from her hips and kind of laid across her back. I wanted my hands lightly squeezing her breasts. 

We started moving so fast that I had to let go of her breasts and grab her hips again as I was ready to release into her for the second time.

"I feel it, Jerry. I feel your cum coating my insides, so good, Jerry, you're such a great lover. You better marry me. I can't live without your love - so good, so very good."

Was she just talking through ecstasy or did she mean it? She was one hell of a woman.

"Millie, that's all for right now. Let's rest and, when we wake up, we'll see what happens."

She rolled over on her back and we gently kissed, not lip locks, not a lot of pressure but a slow methodical kiss. I put love in that kiss and she returned it with the same feeling. 

We fell asleep and in the middle of the night I woke up and found myself pressed up behind Millie with my cock starting to harden into her ass. I felt her reach back and place my cock at her pussy opening and push back against me until she took the full length. She was half asleep but I heard her say. 

"Anything for you, Jerry - anything."

I wanted release; I wanted to come again. She rolled her ass against my cock till I shot a load inside of her. I don't think she climaxed. I really don't know but I fell back to sleep with my cock imbedded in her.

We slept in late the next morning. We woke up about the same time and when she pulled forward, my cock popped out of her.

"Did you do me while I was sleeping?" she smiled.




Jerry & Millie



"You really didn't know?

"I dreamt that you did. Maybe that's why I slept so good."

I got up to pee. I needed to take a shower too but I figured I would let Millie go first. When I came back she jumped up and headed to the bathroom and my juices started to come out of her. 

She was laughing and said, "Jesus, Jerry, how big was your deposit? If it were money, we'd be rich." And she ran to the bathroom to pee.

When she came back out, I asked her if she wanted to take a shower first. She told me no because she wanted to take one with me. So that's what we did. We were in the shower for about three minutes when I got a hard-on and had Millie put her hands against the wall as I took her again.

"My dick hurts but I have to have you." I reached around and gently massaged her breasts as I was giving it to her from behind.

"Don't ever apologize for making love to me, Jerry. You can have me anytime you desire. I love you, Jerry Jones, and just so you know, that's not the sex talking. That's Millie saying it."

After we both came, I got out of the shower and said, "No way we can shower together. You can take one and I'll take one when you get finished. By the way, Millie, I love you too and that's both Jerry Jones and his dick talking." I smiled at her.

Chapter 4: Conclusion and after thoughts:

We headed for home. When we got to her house, I got out.

"Where are you going, Jerry?"

"To see your mother."

"My mom? What for?"

Her mom was on the porch when we got there. 

"Mrs. Jordan, I would like your permission to marry your daughter. I'm in love with her and want her to be my wife. I know I'm supposed to ask her father but since he has passed on, I think it only right to ask your permission out of common courtesy."

I looked over my shoulder at a crying Millie.

"Are you Peg's brother?"

"Yes, ma'am and proud of it." 

I didn't know that Millie had told her mom the real story about me being locked up. I thought I would have to try and explain but I didn't have to. After her dad had died, Millie and her mom had a heart to heart talk. Her mom finally believed her about the rape and then she told her about Peg and me.

"Yes, Jerry, it would be wonderful to have you as a son. They don't make men like you anymore."

I turned around and Millie planted a kiss on me. 

"Start making plans, sweetheart. I don't want to wait long," I told Millie.

"Nice meeting you, Mrs. Jordan." I kissed Millie one more time before I headed up the road, a very happy man.

When I got home, I told dad that Millie and I were going to get married as soon as possible. I asked him if we could live there with him. Dad needed somebody around. He wasn't that old but family needed family.

We decided to get married two weeks later. The only people that were there were family. Millie's mom showed up too. We decided that for our two witnesses we wanted her mom and my dad. We said our vows to each other. 

"To have and to hold till death us do part. To love and honor, from this day forward."

I wanted Millie to know that I meant every word of it. I looked directly into her eyes as I said every word. When I finished she had tears in her eyes. For the first time in my life I cried in front of someone else. I was finally with the person I had loved my whole life. 

Yes, I had loved Maria, and she was a good wife and was the mother of my son. She would never be forgotten. I will make sure he knows about the good person his mother was.

But, life goes on and now I was with Millie. When JJ called her mommy she could say, "Yes, sweetheart, mommy is here."

JJ walked up to Mrs. Jordan, Millie's mom, and called her Nanna. JJ never met his nannas. Mrs. Jordan reached down and picked him up and hugged and kissed him. 

"Who told you I was Nanna," she asked JJ."

He pointed to my dad and said, "Grandpa did. Are you my Nanna?"

"Of course I am, sweetheart, every child needs a Nanna and I'm yours."

JJ smiled and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

After the ceremony we all headed to the restaurant. Let's see there was Peg, Roger and their three kids at one table, Roger's parents at another. Millie and I sat at a table with my dad and her mom and of course JJ.

"Dad, we're a good family, aren't we?"

"Yes, we are son. A very good family."

That was how Millie and me started out. Since then we have had two little girls. They are now four and three years old. JJ is now eight and is very protective of his sisters. I guess it runs in the family. In case your playing with the numbers Millie did get pregnant on our first marathon night. I say first because we've had many more since then.

Peg and Roger are doing fine. They are very happy together and satisfied with having three kids.

Dad and Mrs. Jordan are now dad and mom. They got married about three months after Millie and me. Dad gave us the house and he moved in with mom. We're so happy they found each other.

That leaves us with the three stooges. Bill and Brad are now divorced. We have no idea where they moved to. Their wives got everything after making a spectacle of their husbands at their divorce hearings. They made sure the whole county knew about the notes they wrote. Wherever they went they became laughingstocks. So they left for places unknown. Jim still lives in the county. His dad is still the sheriff. Whenever we run across Jim, he leaves the premises as soon as possible. He even leaves when he sees Peg and Roger and he hardly knows them. I guess it's because Roger was with me at the restaurant.

The Joneses are well known in the community now. We got respect somewhere along the line. I guess it's from holding true to your beliefs.

If this story ended like a dream come true, that's because it is.

Life is good, once you get past the bad parts.

*

Thank you for reading my story

As usual feel free to comment.

DG Hear



Jerry and Stacy



"Welcome to Ambrose Industries, Mr. Carpenter" said the Human Resources Manager, Al, standing and extending his hand to the newest employee of the company, Jerry Carpenter. 

Standing as well, Jerry shook Al's hand, "Thanks. I'm glad to be here. And I'm not just saying that. I really am."

Putting his hands on his hips, Al replied, "I know. You came well recommended and you have the skills that we are looking for. You said that you were hungry for challenges. I think that you'll find them here."

Coming around the desk and leading Jerry to the office door, "Now that all the paperwork is done, you can focus on digging in first thing Monday. I think you've already been given the tour. So you should know where your office is going to be located. Any questions?" Al asked as he opened the door.

"No. I'm good. You've been very helpful."

"Good. Good. Well I'm always here should any come up. Julie?" Al called out to his assistant. "Who's next?"

With that, Jerry left the HR area and went up to the next floor where his office was going to be. His first day of work was officially Monday, but he wanted to quickly check in with his new boss before going home. Finding Maria, his manager, in her office, he poked his head in, "Miss Black?"

Looking up from her desk, Maria took off her glasses and looked at who was standing in the door. Maria was a long-time employee of the company. In fact, she was one of its first employee's. She looked like she was in her mid-fifties or so. She obviously kept herself in good shape. Even though her manner of dress was on the conservative side, he could see that she had a very lovely figure.

"Yes? Oh, hi Jerry. Come in." Maria got up and came around her desk to greet him. Her glasses dropped to her chest as the gold chain that held them in place caught his attention briefly. 

"And, I think I've already told you to call me 'Maria'. I'm not going to have to write you up before you even start, am I?" There was a grin on her face that helped set Jerry at ease. He had heard that Maria can be a ball buster. But she was highly respected by her employees. She knew her stuff and expected her staff to perform at their best. 

Smiling at the remark, "No ma'am, you won't have to. I just thought I'd stop in on my way out."

"Please come in." Pointing to a couple of chairs around a small table, "Sit."

Jerry sat down and caught a quick glance at her legs as Maria sat down. The skirt that she was wearing only showed her calves. But they were still nice to look at. Fit and in dark gray nylons. Not wanting to get into a jam right off the bat, he made sure that the glance was extremely quick and focused his eyes on Maria.

"So, are you all set to start?" Maria asked. "Get everything taken care of with HR?"

"I did" Jerry responded, relieve noticeable in his reply.

"Good. HR can be such a pain in the ass sometimes. But they're needed and they have their job to do" she commented with a lightness in her voice. "Did Stacy show you your office yet?" There was a more serious tone as the question was asked. Maria wanted to make sure that things were being properly taken care of. 

"Yes, yes she did" as he thought back to earlier in the day when he was given a tour of the facility.

"Good. I'm glad. I'm sorry that I couldn't get one of our guys to do that. But everyone was in a training session."

"Stacy doesn't work in this department?" Jerry inquired.

"No. She works in the Marketing area but she's been here almost as long as I have. She knows her way around as well as anyone. That's why I asked her if she could be your tour guide today." 

"Well, thank you for the tour. Hopefully I won't get lost on Monday." He was thinking about the tour and his guide. For someone in marketing, she seemed pretty aloof. He thought that perhaps she was only doing the tour because she was told to and not that she wanted to. 'Whatever. She's in a different area. I won't have to worry about running into her too much.'

"You'll be fine," Maria responded. "What can I help you with?" It was obvious to her that Jerry came in to do more than just say 'Hi'.

"Well," Jerry started, with a short pause to gather his thoughts, "I wanted to know what I could do over the weekend to prepare for Monday."

Sitting back in her chair, 'I think we made a good choice here. Finally someone with an actual work ethic.' "Well," Maria put her finger to her chin and looking at him, "I could give you copies of some of the projects you'll be assigned to." There was another pause as she continued to study him, "But I think I won't right now. Take the weekend and enjoy it. There's going to be plenty of time for you to get up to speed." Maria wanted Jerry to understand that there's work and there's life, "I really like to make sure that my people have a proper balance. My late husband was a workaholic and it didn't do our family any good. So I have reason to make sure there's proper regard for one's personal life."

A little disappointed, as he was anxious to get started, "Works for me." Standing, "Well, I'll get out of your hair then. Thanks for hiring me. I really appreciate it. Hopefully I won't let you down."

Maria also stood and smiled "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. You're going to do just fine." She extended her hand, "Have a great weekend, Jerry. I'll see you on Monday."

"Till Monday." Jerry shook her hand and left the office. 

Jerry headed home. Home was a rather empty house on the far side of town. Pulling into the driveway, Jerry sat in the car for a few moments 'I wonder if I should just sell this place and move on. New job. New life? I don't know.' 

He noticed that the yard was in need of mowing and it looked like there were places where the paint might be starting to chip. 'At least with a condo, someone else does all the work.'

Entering the house, he noticed, and not for the first time, just how empty the place was. He could still see marks on the living room carpet where furniture once sat. Even though it had been three months since what he thought was going to be his future wife, had decided that their lives were going separate directions. So she packed up what was hers, including the furniture that left the marks on the carpet and left. She not only left the house and the town, but the state as well. 

It was hot out and his clothes had become a little sweaty. So he decided to step into the shower and get some of the grime off of him. He let the warm water hit the back of his head and run down his shoulders. Fondling his penis, he felt it starting to grow as he thought about the times that he and Alice would spend together in the shower. It was large enough to fit two people quite comfortably and they had plenty of sex in there. 

His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone. Despite the desire to bring himself to orgasm, he decided it was best to finish the shower and see who was calling. He finished up and toweled off, hanging the towel up to dry. Looking at himself in the bathroom mirror 'I'm still in good shape, maybe a little extra around the waist. But I think I'm okay. Hopefully there will be another lady out there that would want this.'

Stepping into the bedroom, he paused before getting dressed. It was common for Alice and him to stay naked at home. They frequently went to a nearby lake and sunbathed nude. 'What the hell. I'm going to stay like this.'

Picking up the phone, he saw that the call came from a friend of his, Ted, and that he had left a voice message. He had known Ted since college and they became fast friends. Jerry played back the voice message: "Hey bud, just checking in to see how things went today. Still have the new job, right? Say, Sally has this friend of hers that you really should meet. Give me a call. We'll down a few and have a good time. Sally and her friend will be here, not that I'm setting you up or anything. Later."

Putting the phone down, Jerry decided that he'd call later. Ted's girlfriend, Sally, was forever trying to hook him up with some friend of hers. While he appreciated the effort, he wasn't ready just yet to venture back out into the dating world.

Grabbing a beer from the fridge, Jerry stepped out onto the back patio. The house, being on the outskirts of town, was in a subdivision that allotted large plots to each house. So his nearest neighbor was a couple hundred feet away and blocked by trees and bushes. This gave him the privacy for Alice and him to spend time in their yard nude. They had even made love quite a few times out here.

Jerry decided right then and there that he would pack up his motorcycle in the morning and hit the road for the weekend. It would be nice to get away and let his mind rest before Monday.

*****

Pulling into the parking lot of Ambrose Industries Monday morning, Jerry sat in the car for a moment before going in. As much as he looked forward to working, the first day was always difficult. 'Here goes' he thought as he climbed out of the car and headed into the building. 

The first person he met was the receptionist, who greeted him. "Good morning, Mr. Carpenter. Welcome to Ambrose. I'm Cindy." She put her hand out.

Jerry reached out and shook her hand. "Thanks."

"Your office should be all ready for you. I know the guys were in over the weekend getting set up." Handing Jerry an envelope, "Here are your initial logins and passwords. You'll probably want to change them." Cindy stood up and came around the desk. Jerry could see that she was wearing a very short skirt that showed off her tanned legs. 'This girl doesn't need stockings' he thought in admiration. Cindy noticed him looking and just smiled. "If you'll come this way, I'll get your picture taken for your ID." 

Jerry followed her into a room no larger than a closet that had a blue sheet hanging on the wall. "If you'll stand in front of that sheet, I'll get a picture and you can be on your way."

Snap. Jerry was blinded by the flash for a moment. "There. That should do it" Cindy commented as she was looking at the back of the camera. Looking back up to him, "I'll bring your ID to your office. It should only be a half-hour or so."

Stepping out of the 'closet', "Is there anything else I can help you with Mr. Carpenter?" Cindy asked.

"Call me Jerry. I don't think so."

"Okay," came the reply with a bright smile. With a slight downward tilt of her head while still looking at him, "You will let me know if there is? Won't you?" 

"I most certainly will."

Heading for where his office was located, he gave the little interchange some thought. He wasn't sure, but he thought that he was perhaps being propositioned. 'Nah, you've been alone too long. You think every female is making suggestive comments. Get over yourself.'

He arrived at what shown to him to be his office. There was already a sign on the door: 'Jerry Carpenter, Assistant Production Manager'. He stepped into the room and flicked the lights on. It was a basic interior office. The only window was the sidelight next to the door. Nothing fancy but it will suffice for the job he was hired for. 

He sat down in the chair and twirled the chair to face the dual-monitor computer. This left his back to the door. So he didn't see Maria step in and lean against the door frame as he started up the computer.

"Well, I see that you're jumping in with both feet. Good for you."

Startled, Jerry turned around to see his boss standing there with her arms crossed in front of her. He had to quickly turn his eyes to her eyes as her crossed arms accentuated her breasts. "No use in sitting around, waiting. Cindy gave me a list of my logins," nodding to the opened envelope, "so I thought I'd just get started."

Stepping into the office, she sat down in the visitors chair at his desk. "Good. Why don't you take the next hour and get logged in and poke around. Come to my office, oh, let's say around 9:15 or so and I'll get you started on some things."

Jerry wrote a quick note on a sticky note and stuck it to the monitor. Seeing that Maria was watching, "So I don't forget. Sometimes time can speed by when I'm on a computer."

Just shortly before he was supposed to arrive, Jerry knocked on Maria's open door to announce himself. Maria looked up and seeing who it was, she looked at her watch and smiled, "Right on time. I like it." Getting up and coming around the desk, she pointed to the small conference table in her office and told him to have a seat. She sat down next to him, "Stacy should be here shortly."

As if on cue, Stacy stepped into the office. Jerry noticed that her hair was done up in a ponytail. He could also tell that she had minimal make up on. Her face was such of such beauty to him that he realized that she really didn't need much make up. She was wearing a frilly looking blouse and a skirt that came to her knees. 

Plopping into a chair, she extended her hand to Jerry. "I'm Stacy, if you don't remember. I'm the one who gave you the tour."

Taking the hand, he had to avoid becoming mesmerized by the gorgeous creature sitting in front of him, "I do remember."

Maria started the conversation, "Jerry, Stacy here is the point person in the marketing department for the project you're going to be working on. So I imagine that you two will get to know each other quite well over the next couple of months as we get nearer to product release."

Looking at Stacy, 'Well that can't be too hard. But then again' as he noticed a hard look about her. 

Over the course of the next two months, he had gotten to know a number of his co-workers quite well. Standing at the coffee maker, Lee, one of the members of his production team, stepped up next to him, "So how are you and the icy bitch getting along?"

Jerry had heard many of the guys referring to Stacy as an 'icy bitch' and really didn't care for it. Turning to Lee, "She's not an icy bitch. She's just very focused on what she is doing. That's all." He turned back and finished preparing his coffee and stepped off to the side so that Lee could do the same.

"Yeah, maybe" was Lee's initial response. "But she sure comes across that way. She does seem to treat you nicer than the rest of us." Turning to face Jerry, he smirked, "You boinking her? Is that why she's friendly to you?" He smiled as he took a sip from his mug.

"First of all," Jerry slowly fumed, but kept it hidden, "I don't 'boink' anyone. And secondly, no, I just treat her with respect." Seeing the smirk disappear from his friends face, "I just think that she is focused on her work and isn't interested in seeing anyone. That doesn't make her an 'icy bitch', as you call her."

"She's focused alright. I tried working with her once and it was a disaster" Lee said, recalling the project that he was working with her on.

"Well, if you weren't trying to get into her panties, you might have been more successful" Jerry said with a laugh, knowing that Lee fancied himself as a ladies man, even though he was married.

Looking at Jerry, "Well, someone needs to."

They both sauntered off to their respective offices. Jerry sat down to his computer and started working on his project. 

'Knock, knock' was the sound of knuckles banging against the door frame. Jerry turned around in his chair to see Stacy standing there. Folders were clutched to her chest by crossed arms. Her black stocking covered legs were crossed at the ankles. "Jer, we need to sit down and look at some things. I've been going over the promotion materials and I have some questions."

Stacy took a seat at his desk and plopped the files down. "If we are going to present this product to the customer next week, well, I just need to make certain that I have everything nailed down and the presentation polished."

"Certainly. I agree. Where do you want to start?"

He and Stacy were to fly to Dallas the follow Tuesday to give a presentation on the project to the customer. It was supposed to be a two-day trip. They would fly down on Tuesday evening, give their presentations on Wednesday and Thursday and fly home Friday morning. 

*****

Tuesday arrived and Jerry drove straight to the airport from home. The flight was supposed to depart at 10:00 and it was a two-hour journey to get to the airport. He offered to drive Stacy down but she said that she was staying overnight with a friend who lived 20 minutes from the airport.

He didn't see Stacy at all while going through security and waiting at the gate. It wasn't until he was in his assigned seat that he saw Stacy step onto the plane. First the first time, she wasn't wearing a dress or a skirt. Rather, she was wearing some snug fitting jeans that display her figure quite well. Her pullover top was snug as well and it allowed her breasts to stand out a little. He noticed that they weren't small but they weren't large either. 

Stacy sat down in the seat next to him with a hard plop. "Didn't think I was going to make it. My girlfriend and I were up late last night. It's been a few months since we got together. So I damn near slept through the alarm." Looking over at Jerry, "Did you bring everything we need?"

"Good morning" was his response with a small smile.

Noticing her gaff, "Good morning, Jer." Jerry was treated with a smile that displayed her white teeth.

"And yes, I did bring everything. I double-checked last night before I left the office and again just before I put it in the car."

Leaning back in her seat, "Good. God I hope these next two days go well." Turning her head to Jerry, "It could really put Ambrose on the map if we're successful."

Jerry thought about all the work that had gone into it before he started with the company and all the work put into it after. Turning to Stacy, he gave her a reassuring smile, "It will be. We're going to do fine."

Stacy spent most of the three hour flight asleep. They gathered all of their suitcases at baggage claim and then located the shuttle to their hotel and climbed aboard. Check-in was quick as their reservations had been made well in advance.

Jerry's room was on the fourth floor while Stacy's was on the third. As the doors to the elevator opened at Stacy's floor, Jerry held the door open as Stacy exited. Looking at him, "I'm going to my room, shower and rest for a while."

Jerry had similar plans, "I was thinking the same thing. It looks like there's a restaurant in the hotel. Want to meet there, say, around six for dinner?" They hadn't talked about it, so he wasn't sure if she was going to doing something else for dinner or not.

Looking at him for a moment, trying to decide if he had other intentions and deciding it was an innocent invitation, "Sounds good. We can go over the presentation one last time before tomorrow."

Stepping back into the elevator, "Good. I'll see you then."

The pair went over the last minute details over dinner as planned and called it a night. The next day was going to arrive soon enough. Their presentations went as planned. Perhaps a little better than planned. Their customers treated them to dinner at fancy place in downtown Dallas. It was eight in the evening before they finally returned to the hotel, both totally exhausted. 

Stopping at the third floor, Stacy looked at Jerry, "I think it would be a good idea for us to go over today and see if there's anything that we need to do to be ready for tomorrow."

Thinking about it, "That's probably not a bad idea. Do you want to meet in the restaurant?"

Stacy was tired and her feet were sore from standing all day. "No, why don't we just head to my room and we can work there."

Jerry was a bit surprised. He fully expected that she would want to meet in a more public place. "Sure. When?"

Thinking for a moment and looking at her watch, "Say in about 20 minutes?"

"I'll be there."

Stacy went into her room and sat down for a moment. 'Jerry was really pleasant to work with today. He really came prepared. I'm glad it was him that was assigned to this and not that asshole Lee.'