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It's Only Me

By: jade butterfly



People say they don’t like me, but they really do.  I know they do.  They hide me when nice company is around, but the minute they leave, I come out.  

I want to say, Hey, it’s only me.  What harm can I do?  I’m only there by choice. Hey, I don’t have a say to where I’d go. 

I’ve seen a lot of things that I could tell you about.  I’ve seen all kinds of cocks, pussies and assholes – all real close-up and personal.  In your face, you could say.  I’ve seen it all and I can tell you all about it if you want to hear about it.  

I can tell you the story about the horny college girls who wanted to see what it would be like to have sex with each other.  

Now picture - scissors in your head.  Open it.  Now picture another one.  Open that one.  Now cross their blades, forming an ‘x’ – betcha never saw that.  

Pussy to pussy, ain’t that whack?  Well I’ve  seen it, I was right there.  

Have you ever seen two chicks connected by a double-headed dildo?  Hot stuff, lemme tell you.  

Or you want to hear the story about the traveling salesman and the farmer’s daughter.  

How he tricked her into sucking his big fat cock and then shooting his cum in her face.   He told her it was great for the face.  How he then laid her out on the straw, licked her pussy and then fucked her ass until she screamed for the cows to come home.  How her daddy came and forked him in the ass for going down on his daughter?  

Sex sandwich.  Daddy in his ass, while the daughter is being skewered by the other guy’s meat.  How’s that for a sandwich?   

Or how about the one about the woman and two guys?  Y’know the one – she’s got these really big tits, the kind she can pick up to her lips and suck on her own nipples.  Milk can really do a body good.  

There’s a guy in her pussy and another in her ass.  And they’re sawing in and out of her, filling her up like a tank of gas when they come. You seen the cost of gas lately?  Better make it last honey.  

How about the one with one man and two women?  What’s good for the goose is good for the gander in my world.  There ain’t nothin’ I ain’t seen yet. 

Yeah, people say I’m obscene, I’m nasty, and I’m cold.  But I’m like that, that’s how they want me to be.  I’m just fulfilling fantasies, fueling dreams.  I just give them to whack off with.  I keep ‘em company.  But even more horrifying, I mirror what is going on in their minds.  

See I show them what goes on in their minds, what they think about, what they dream about, what it is that turns them on that they don’t say nothing about to nobody.  

Hell, who wants to be a perv?  I show ‘em what makes them wet, what makes them hard during the night, what they think of as they jack or jill off.  

Sometimes, I get to watch them fucking each other.  Lips smacking cock sucking going ons like you wouldn’t believe.  Fingers in the pussy, fingers in the ass. Just plain finger lickin’ good.  All because of little ol’ me. 

Yes sir, I’ve seen it all.  

Me and all my sisters and brothers and cousins.  You name it, we’ve all seen it.  

People say they don’t like us too much.  We’re too nasty.  We take sex out of the bedroom.  We have no feeling.  We all about just fucking and sucking and licking.  Sometimes we whip, flog, tie up and, even rape.  

But no matter what, we know what we do to people.  That’s why they don’t like us.  We tap the nastiness inside them.  They get mad because something as nasty as us make them want to do the nasty things themselves.  They can get nasty with someone else, or they can get nasty all by themselves.  

Hey, I can tell you some stories about that too.  

Have you ever seen the one about the lady with a diamond necklace in her pussy that she pulls out one rock at a time. Then she slides those nice slicked up rocks over her belly, her breasts, and to finally end in her mouth.  

I gotta admit that there’s not much left to lick off - got it all over that sexy body of hers, those big boobs.  Diamonds are girl's best friend, that’s for sure.  

Yup, I can sure tell you stories you probably never even thought of.  

Hey, I can even tell you about what guys do to guys.  

How they like to suck the big old hard cocks and take it right in.  Better than most women do actually.  After all, who knows a body better than one of their own? Ain’t that right?  See their  balls that they like to stick up their bumhole.  And it ain’t just their buttballs that fit up there let me tell you.  

I can tell you about the other things too if you want.  

Or you want to hear about the bend-over boyfriends and back door betty’s.  Maybe I could give you a new idea or two?  That’s what I’m here for anyway, what we’re all here for.  

So, the next time you’re out looking for a movie for a hot night, look for me.  I guarantee you, I’ll make you hot.  I’ll make you wet your underwear.  That is…if you’re even wearing any .

But I will make you wet, make you hot.  I guarantee to make your heart skip a beat or two.  And maybe add a little more spark to your own fucking repertoire.  ‘Cuz that’s what we’re here for.  

I come in two ways – tape or DVD.  Pick your poison.  I’ll be here.  We all will.  Face it, if people didn’t like us so much, how come there‘s so many of us here?  

We got so many stories that’ll just blow your mind.  So why don’t y’all just come down and check us out? 

It's Only Money



The party had been going for a few hours and as usual I was drinking far too much and in my drunken haze I was flirting with my boss’s wife. Innuendos were flying between us faster than concord and like a couple of fools we wandered out into the garden and found what we thought was a hidden spot. Within seconds our tongues were down each other’s throats, while my hands moved swiftly beneath her clothes until I found her pert but very stiff nipples. That was as far as I got when out of the shadows stepped her husband his face full of fury that he directed at me. Debra his wife quickly put all the blame on me which George readily accepted, come Monday he fired me but thankfully he offered a reasonable lump sum for me to just vanish and to say nothing to no one.

That was six months ago, I’ve been looking for a job since my rapid departure but it seemed George had put the word around that I shouldn’t be employed, my life in IT was over. 

I began to apply for just about any job, I was desperate to get some money rolling in and was prepared to lower my sights a great deal. I attended many interviews but I reckoned that being over 50 was not aiding my chances of success.

Eventually I was able to find temporary employment at a department store, it was only to help with the Christmas rush, the money was crap but I was running out of alternatives and at least this would get me over the Christmas period.

It was a family owned business, the people I worked with were great and each day one of the owners would take a tour of the store. The senior owner Edward appeared to be only a few years older than me in his mid fifties and was always pleasant and polite to all his staff.

The end of January arrived sooner than I wanted and I hoped that they would keep me on as I had become to enjoy the work and interaction with the customers.

On my final week I was summoned to the personnel office, this was it I thought the thanks but no thanks meeting and back to the job centre. The personnel manager Ralph explained that no decision had been made yet and Edward would like to see me in his office immediately.

I knocked and entered and Edward directed me to the chair directly in front of his large expansive oak desk while he set about pouring two cups of coffee.

“John we have been extremely impressed with your contribution to the store our records show that your sales have been slightly above average compared to your colleagues and therefore we may be able to offer you a permanent position.”

I suppressed a smile as he spoke, if only he knew how desperate I was to keep this job.

“Are you married John?” he asked looking me straight in the eyes.

I couldn’t see what that had to do with anything but I replied in the affirmative adding that it was my 30th wedding anniversary this year.

“You get plenty of sex then,” he enquired causing me to blush.

“S.sorry,” I stammered, shocked by his question.

“Sex, you obviously don’t go short of it being married. My wife and I divorced five years ago, you’re a lucky man,” continued Edward.

Little did he know sex with my wife hadn’t been on the agenda for a good few years which is why I get into trouble with other men’s wives.

“I have a proposition for you, if you accept then you have a job and I’ll even double your wages. If you decline this conversation never happened and you will be on your way,” he stated as his hand moved to pick up his cup of coffee.

“I’m listening,” I replied not sure where this was going.

“Since my divorce I have not been involved with anyone and I want, no I need a sexual partner,” he said without any sign of embarrassment.

“So you want me to find you a woman,” I interrupted.

He laughed not loud more of a nervous laugh as he continued, “I want you to be that person, I want to have sex with you, you will be my woman,” he said glancing away from me.

I was transfixed in my chair not sure if I heard correctly what he said. I had never thought about sex with a man, it wasn’t something that turned me on, without doubt I was a pussy man.

“I take it from your silence that this isn’t something you’ve ever tried or thought of trying, let me encourage you a little, I will treble your wages if you agree,” he said as if bartering for a piece of meat.

Treble salary would put me closer to what I used to earn, but could I do what he wanted, I would be selling my body to him, damn shame he wasn’t a woman I thought.

“My final offer four times your normal wage,” he said bringing me back from my thoughts.

“I have to be honest even if I agreed I don’t know if I could do it,” I replied being lulled into it by the money on offer.

“Hmm it seems you are not totally against trying, so if you try and then find that there is no way you can do what I ask then you will still have a job. If you are okay with it then financially you will be happy and sexually so will I, what have you got to lose,” he said as he moved towards the door and turning the key locked it.

“Well okay, but I can back out any time right,” I blurted out and got a nod of his head as a reply.

I was nervous more nervous than I had ever been in my life this was not turning me on at all, my uncertainty was rendering me speechless.

“The door is locked so to seal our deal I want you to give me a blow job then I know I can trust you,” he stated as his hands disappeared beneath his desk. 

I heard the sound of his zipper being drawn down, my heart was thumping away in my chest, it was now or never. Moving around the table I knelt between his open legs, his bulge was still hidden by his underwear. Clumsily my hand worked his cock out, he was big at least ten inches long, the end of his cut cock glistened with pre cum. Tentatively I flicked my tongue over the tip, the taste was bitter but not as unpleasant as I had expected. Instinctively he grabbed my hair pulling me closer and allowing four inches to vanish between my lips in an instant. I sucked his cock trying to remember what I enjoyed most when a woman was going down on me. Placing my hand at the base of his cock I was able to stop myself gagging each time my mouth slipped over it. With my other hand I fondled his balls causing soft moans to escape his lips. I sucked faster and by his jerky movements I knew he was close to coming. Try as I did his grip on my hair stopped me from escaping the torrent of cum that exploded in my mouth, it was either swallow of choke. Having my mouth full of another mans cum disturbed me, I had resorted to this all for money while he still held on to my hair until his cock shrunk back to its limp state.

“That was wonderful, how do you feel?” he asked.

I felt dirty, defiled, ashamed and disgusted with myself, but my reply was “not so bad thanks.”

“Tomorrow I want you to come to my house, I will inform your department that you are doing a job for me,” he instructed as he passed me his address.

That night I barely slept the guilt was tearing me to pieces, I was undecided as to whether or not to go but in the end my greed for money decided for me.

At 9am I drove up the drive to his house, god I thought as I got closer it must have at least twenty bedrooms. The door was opened by what I assumed was his butler who led me up the stairs and into a suite of finally decorated rooms, he beckoned me to take a seat, passed me an envelope and then left closing the door behind him.

Ripping the envelope open, inside were just a few lines telling me to enter the second door from the left and do exactly as I was told.

Inside was a woman wearing a white overall, she was overweight and not very good looking, I was curious as to why she was here.

“Remove your clothes and lie face down on the bed please,” she asked politely.

Her request somewhat confused me, “why” I enquired.

“I have been paid to remove unsightly hair, your testicles and body are safe but your backside must be shaved, that is my instructions,” she replied. “So do as I ask.”

“Where do I undress?” I asked while casting my eyes round the room looking for a curtain to conceal my embarrassment.

“I do this for a living so just get undressed will you,” she demanded with a hint of annoyance.

I turned my back to her and undressed as fast as I could and without facing her I managed to lie on the bed. As the first dollops of shaving cream hit my arse I flinched, the fear that she may accidentally cut me ensured I remained perfectly still as the razor began removing my hairs. She prised my legs apart so that she could get deeper into my crack, but instead of shaving me she began drying the exposed area.

“This will sting a little as I use wax strips for this area, it’s safer and simpler,” she said as she pressed the strips deep into my exposed crack and without hesitation ripped the strips back out causing me to let out a loud screech of pain.

I lay there with tears in my eyes and gritting my teeth until the pain eased, I turned my head to say something to her but she was gone, the only thing left was another envelope.

This one instructed me to enter the room on the left where I would find clothes to put on and as soon as I was dressed I was to come back to this room. Lying on the bed were clothes but there had to be a mistake they were women’s clothes, then I remembered our chat, he said I was to be his woman.

Picking up the panties I stepped into them, they felt funny and in some ways erotic maybe because they were silk at least I hoped that was why. Next with some difficulty I put the bra on, it had been made with silicon inserts that actually gave the impression I had tits. Next came the stockings and suspenders and finally a short skirt with matching blouse and finally a pair of high-heeled shoes. I looked around for a mirror but there wasn’t one so I wobbled back to the previous room where once again the fat ugly woman was waiting.

She pointed to the chair in the middle of the room and I stumbled towards it just managing to reach the chair before I lost my balance.

I spent the next hour being shaved with a cut-throat razor and then the make up was added with a great deal of care and attention. She took my hand and led me to a full-length mirror that was on the inside door of a wardrobe. Quickly I turned my head around to see who the other woman was, but it was me she had turned me into a woman and if I the truth was known I could have easily passed as a woman.

She handed me another letter that I quickly opened, it contained directions that I painstakingly followed as I adjusted to the uncomfortable shoes on my feet. Each step I took while descending the stairs had me in fear of tripping and breaking my neck, how the hell do woman manage I thought.

I entered a dimly lit room the only light coming from the many flickering candles placed strategically around the room, the shadows danced all around me as a voice invited me to sit on the sofa and offered me a glass of wine.

“You look very attractive as a woman,” said Edward as he handed me the glass.

I didn’t know whether to say thank you or run for my life not that I could run in these shoes. Edward moved closer his face was only inches from mine, his eyes looked full of lust, our lips met and for a brief second I felt like a woman as I allowed his tongue to glide into my mouth. The strangeness I felt wasn’t disgust but the shear tenderness of the kiss causing a slight stir between my legs. Edward pulled away and removed his clothes before resuming the kiss, he took my hand and placed it on his throbbing erection, maybe it was being dressed as a woman made the difference, as I badly wanted to feel his cock in my mouth. This time I willingly slipped to the floor and ran my tongue along his shaft before licking away the small droplets already forming on the end of his long cock. He shivered as my mouth greedily sucked half of him into my mouth while my hand caressed his soft balls bringing even more moans of pleasure from him. I only managed to take half of his manhood into my mouth when with little warning Edward let out a long groan and spurted his pent up juices down my throat. As soon as his cock began to shrink I went to remove my mouth but he instructed me to continue sucking until he was hard again, my jaw was beginning to ache so I used both hands on his balls in the hope that it might speed up the recovery.

“You can stop sucking now,” said Edward once his cock was back to its full length. “Stand up and remove your stockings, suspenders and panties,” he continued.

Hearing him telling me to remove items of ladies clothing sounded bizarre and made me wonder what the hell I had got myself into, yet I complied to his request and sat on a chair while I removed my female attire.

“Lay on your back on the bed and place your hands behind your head,” he said with a tone of authority.

He moved to the bed and spread my legs apart, inch by inch he slid my skirt higher and higher until my flaccid cock was exposed to his gaze.

“Not turning you on this is it, you’re not enjoying our little game at least yet. You may not think so but I will guarantee that you will soon, very soon,” he said as his body moved slowly up my body until his cock was pressed into mine. The feeling was weird but also erotic in a strange sort of way and when he pressed his mouth to mine my cock stirred and began to rise to the occasion. He wriggled above me as our cocks interacted together I didn’t want to admit it but I was starting to enjoy the feelings of being dominated by this man.

His cock flirted with my virgin asshole, each time he pressed against it I flinched I now knew that it was only a matter of time until he took my virginity, I was becoming his whore and my body had stopped protesting against it. 

“Are you ready to be my woman?” he asked, “do you want to be fucked like a woman? do you want to feel my juices erupting in your ass? I wont do it until you ask, so if you are ready then say so.”

I didn’t want to be fucked but then again I did, my libido had taken control of my mind so without thinking I blurted it out, “please fuck me, come inside me, use my body for your pleasure, I can wait no longer.

Without warning a cold jelly like substance was squirted deep into my crack, casting my eyes up he was now rubbing a generous amount along his long shaft. My thoughts of desire turned to one of concern knowing his monster was going to invade my hole.

“Relax, you will feel some brief pain but it will pass quickly,” said Edward as the tip of his cock pressed against my hole.

I clenched my butt cheeks but the pain increased, once again he told me to relax. His cock was opening me up, he was now inside me and slowly sinking deeper and deeper the pain changed and now was but an ache. I cannot describe the feeling of being taken by a man, but here I was my legs pointing towards the ceiling wanting him to violate me hard, I wanted to be fucked, I wanted my hole pummelled until he came inside me.

His balls rested against my butt cheeks, every mighty inch of him was fully inside me, but he didn’t move he was waiting for me to plead to be fucked and I wanted it so bad that I did as he wanted. His cock withdrew slowly until only a couple of inches were still inside me, I begged even more and with one mighty thrust he buried himself up to the hilt knocking all my breath out of me. The rhythm began as he bounced between my legs every thrust bringing me closer to my own orgasm. My sperm exploded over my stomach but Edward was still far from coming, I wanted it finished the guilt was returning as my asshole throbbed each time his cock hit bottom. For an elderly man he had enormous stamina it wasn’t until twenty minutes later that his head shot backwards, he closed his eyes and shot what seemed to be pints of his juice into me. He collapsed on top of me his mouth once more seeking out mine as our tongues became entangled.

Turning his head slightly to the side he said, “I know you liked that, so I have another proposition for you, my brothers Tony and James are interested in fucking you too. They are prepared to give you £1,000 per month each if you agree to be our woman, you will be required to be here once a week and to make life easy it will be in work time so your wife never finds out that. 

Adding all the money together I would earn in excess of what I was paid in my last job, and anyway what’s the problem letting three guys fuck me once a week at least it was some sex, so I agreed.

“Then we shall seal the deal,” said Edward with a beaming smile on his face.

As if on cue his two brothers walked into the room, both were naked and by the looks of it big cocks seemed to run in the family.



It's Only Natural



March 2012

This feeling is so good it ought to be illegal. Technically I suppose it is, which is maybe what makes it more fantastic.

It's a glorious day -- unseasonably hot and summery -- the kind of day where almost everyone finds a grassy country park in which to picnic. I can see them enjoying themselves on the field through the canopy of trees, laughing; playing ball games; Frisbee; cycling; walking dogs; eating and drinking. All beneath a cloudless, azure sky.

The birds high above us are in full voice, scant leaves atop the budding treetops occasionally whispering as they catch the gentle breeze. It's cooler in their shade but not by much, the air's slight dampness the only indication that it's still Spring.

Beneath my feet the woodland floor is a fragile and spongy ecosystem, littered with old twigs, leaves and moss, struck with the golden rays of sun that penetrate the branches of our natural awning. And just tens of feet away a burgeoning violet carpet of traditional English bluebells is sprouting in the unexpected early summer conditions; their fragrant sweet smell being carried to my nostrils beneath half-closed eyes.

I'm breathing heavily, almost panting, my skin lightly flushed and perspiring in the heat. Cool tree bark grazes the alabaster skin of my sacrum, and the warm hands of my fiancé hold my hips an inch or two below the hem of my Paramore T-shirt; the Brand New Eyes butterfly now showing distinct signs of wear. But it's comfortable and loose fitting: the two qualities that made me choose it today.

As his fingers dig gently into my flesh he either doesn't notice the extra kilo that interrupts my otherwise trim belly, or accepts the flaw as part of the package. It's one of a suite of minor physical imperfections that I carry; fragments of insecurity that chip away at my confidence and would probably consume me if I didn't have him to regularly remind me how pretty I am and how much I mean to him. Though I'm a big enough girl to know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and he's ever so slightly biased, I still shine inside at the thought of him loving me for who I am and not solely for how I look, or what I can do for him. For reasons I cannot easily explain, part of me -- the self-doubting teen who should have grown up fifteen years ago -- still needs the reassurance.

Day-old growth on his chin prickles my neck and I tip my head back, smiling as he nuzzles against me and places tender butterfly kisses across my exposed throat. My long, dark mane snags lightly on the rough tree trunk but I barely notice as I wrap my arms around his torso to grab fistfuls of his pale red T-shirt and feel his powerful yet sinewy body move against mine.

Our closeness has a profound effect on me. A series of tiny things, both internal and external, accumulate to paint a bigger picture of my arousal; the quickening of my pulse; ears becoming warm as they turn a deeper shade of pink; mouth reflexively parting to allow my hot breath to escape into the atmosphere for the trees to convert back into oxygen; nipples rising beneath my lacy bra; a fire beginning to smoulder in the pit of my stomach. All the signs point in my favourite direction.

His strong hands roam south over my pelvis and continue round to cup my voluptuous bottom. The yoga trousers in which I've been teasing him all morning are already rolled down, nestled just below the crease where my thighs join my backside, and the touch of his palms against my nakedness sets off a shiver. I love the feeling of him against me and smell of his skin; a faint mixture of soap, heat and that inexplicable pheromone that magically makes us compatible. He just smells "right"; always has.

His breaths form an irregular pattern as he draws me against him and basks in the scent I've strategically dabbed at my pulse points. It floats up between us -- sometimes concentrated, sometimes elusive -- then mingles with the muskier forest and drifts away from our bodies to be lost among the foliage.

Whether it's the abundance of negative ions in the air or proximity to the man I love, I feel centred, radiant, connected and happy. But also hot. So hot. Being outside in the sun always makes me horny, which is a double whammy given the day I've had so far. I perspire a little more and my T-shirt briefly clings to my side, then releases as we sway and hug.

The thudding of my heart momentarily takes over my primary senses. I focus on its rapid beat, the organ swelling close to the surface, as if it's about to escape my chest and connect with his; joined through our thin clothing via an invisible force as we embrace. I glow internally, feeling new and giddy, like this is my first time all over again but with the considerable benefits that experience brings. Love is definitely in the air, though the line between it and lust is blurred.

My elevated pulse and state of undress are primarily due to the location of his cock. His wonderful phallus effortlessly splits my hairless folds and drives up inside my slick, yet tight channel. Like a head on one of the young, pink foxgloves that we passed as he urgently led me hand-in-hand to this spot, my trembling petals fit snugly around him each time he rams home.

It feels divine to be out here, defying decency, breaking the law and trying to remain discreet. But what better way to venerate this natural setting than by fucking in its midst; demonstrating the birds and the bees to the birds and bees.

Unable to believe it's not just an incredibly vivid dream I look down between our bodies. Stroke after glorious, masterful stroke, his flared six inches spread me in just the way I adore: lovingly, tenderly, yet insistently. His momentum fills me completely, my puffy lips obediently parting in sequence to welcome him, then closing behind him for a fraction of an instant, aching for his return; never disappointed. An almost frictionless rhythm set up between my sticky thighs, his tool coated in my wanton secretions, glinting in the fractured sunlight.

Definitely authentic. I let out a contented sigh, ending with whispering his name into the woodland, "Oh Adam. Yesss... more. Don't stop."

Of course he has no intention of doing so. Pressing home deeper, he plumbs my depths, picking up the pace ever so slightly. My buttocks now scrape against the bark with each languid thrust and the faint, repetitive chink of his belt buckle is added to nature's ambience.

We know we need to hurry: the threat of discovery is very real. Yet taking our time and trying to keep quiet adds to the insane excitement. We're shielded only by a little thicket of waist-high bushes, near the tree against which I'm being taken. Hardly any cover at all. Despite being a short distance from the main pathways, it would only take one of the families we can hear nearby to step off the beaten track, or look in the direction of a hastily stifled groan and we'd be exposed; caught with our pants well and truly down.

Although I don't want to think about the consequences, with a sudden pang of awareness I force my glassy eyes to focus over Adam's shoulder. The large, lush expanse of grass a little over forty feet from our love nest is peppered with multi-coloured blankets. Couples kiss and families eat beneath what little shade the new growth offers; the closest being a pair of bickering teenagers out for a picnic with their parents. They squeal and wrestle, chasing one another while middle class Mum and Dad clear away remnants of the meal.

They're so close, yet oblivious. I'm unsure of the legal ramifications of indecent exposure, let alone how many English laws and byelaws directly forbid our current actions, but being this blatant near unsuspecting members of the public gives me such a buzz that more wetness floods my tunnel. It's drawn outward by Adam's girth, drizzling into the scrunched up crotch of my trousers.

I'd deliberately left the house without underwear, in anticipation of this very event. Yes, I admit that sometimes I'm a manipulative slut. We had spent a large part of the morning wandering the stately gardens and larking around; with Adam taking every opportunity to walk behind me and watch my bum wiggle in the skin-tight material as I coyly lifted my T-shirt to show off. I'm not a member of the "leggings are not outerwear" movement. While I agree that some people should not be allowed to leave the shop with purchases that don't suit their frame, on the right person the use of sprayed-on clothes such as yoga trousers or leggings to show off shapely thighs and curvy buttocks is a valid reason to wear them, providing the assets are in place to pull it off.

Fortunately I still have the assets. Full, round rear globes on an otherwise delicate frame, counterbalanced by a pair of striking 36Cs that I know how to accentuate. "And here's tits on a stick" I think one colleague had jibed as I once breezed in late to an Operations meeting. "Sorry, captain forehead" I cut back amid stifled giggles from the other staff. Yes it was a line from Buffy, but it was too good an opportunity to waste.

While I'm sure Adam appreciates my entire body despite its many faults, he's utterly obsessed with my bottom. That's actually no bad thing because I love the attention; it makes me feel revered and powerful and so very womanly. This morning he had woken me with hundreds of kisses over my derriere, thighs and the soft downy hair of my lower back. He took his time, sliding my charcoal nightie up to reveal the nakedness beneath, then charting a path over the creamy hills and dales he found, noting my reactions and making sure to return to areas that made me sigh or quiver, teasing me at other times by blowing cool air across my flesh then caressing the goose bumps that formed.

His trail led down my toned calves to my feet where he massaged and kissed and stroked the tender skin, paying extra consideration to pressing and rubbing each outer ankle bone with his thumb. He knows my pressure points -- or should I say pleasure points -- and this one in particular turns me on immeasurably.

Once I'd started to stir and the familiar sexual warmth had begun to pervade my soul, he gradually crept north, continuing to caress and kiss my legs and the ticklish backs of my knees. I inched my legs apart so he could access more of my supple inner thighs. The invitation didn't go unnoticed, his erratic breaths condensing against me as he nibbled and nudged me wider, trailing kisses in all the right places, becoming more eager to see and hear how turned on I was. I'm sure the jasmine top note and earthier base that drifted from my hungry sex to his nostrils gave him enough of a clue: I so wanted him. In fact, pictured him losing control, taking me where I lay, roughly pressing inside, widening my velvety pussy with his lovely fat cock and putting his full weight on me; pinning me to the bed as I let him use my body for our mutual pleasure.

The reality, however, was better. When his palms came to rest on my upturned bottom I knew I was in for a treat. He gently parted my cheeks, feasting on the sight of my smooth cleft and its wrinkled centrepiece. I could feel his eyes burning into me, almost sensing him being mesmerised by my tractor beam and it thrilled me to wait while he appraised my rear, each passing second compounding the anticipation. Droplets of juice unabashedly drizzled from my slit and pooled on the cotton sheet between my spread thighs. Waiting. Wanting.

When he could no longer resist and I was about ready to beg, he plunged his face in and spent over twenty divine minutes licking, swabbing, and probing my dark rosebud while I masturbated beneath him, groaning into the pillow like a woman possessed.

Even after all this time with him, and my ever increasing affinity with anal play, it still felt deliciously dirty to actually do it; some dark corner of my mind needing the forbidden deed to validate my sense of self through the degrading act. Perhaps it was the wild, scampering sensation that started in my belly and swept through my entire body, or the acceptance that I could be a filthy bitch and get away with it; I had no idea. When it came to the wire, I simply loved it.

As the heat between us grew, and as much as I wanted to howl out his name and thrust my fingers inside my dripping pussy, grinding my hot pink jewel with my palm, I stopped myself short of coming. While release was amazing, I always loved that sensation of teetering on the edge; juicy, wet, and fired. Especially if I could make it last a few, maddening hours. Once I have that dancing feeling in my tummy I turn into a sexual siren; the need for more wells up until I can barely control my actions. Instinct takes over and invariably leads to situations like the current one in the park; led by emotion and libido above all else.

The gnarly trunk is supportive as Adam grinds up against me, crushing my eager clit between our bodies. I bite my lip and fleetingly wonder if the crime we're committing carries a heaver sentence if I face the tree, letting his magnificent hardness carry on where his tongue left off this morning. Sodomy, I suspect, is tolerated even less than regular intercourse, but I flush at the thought of servicing him with my anus in such an exposed setting. I always come harder with him filling me back there; the winking ring of muscle squeezing and milking his creamy load into the taboo darkness. Doing that outside would mark a new high -- or low, depending on viewpoint -- in the continued exploration of my depraved mind. With a wry smile I tuck the thought away in my mental "ToDo" folder.

Not that conventional sex is any less fantastic. I claw at his back with each lunge, and pant to the branches above, finding it increasingly difficult to keep noise to a minimum. Burying my head in his neck and biting down is the only sure fire way of keeping my volume control intact. He winces a little and I back off, briefly glimpsing red and hoping not to have drawn too much blood. Thankfully his thrusts don't abate. If anything, my impromptu vampirism causes him to drive in harder, the intensity of the situation clearly having an effect on him too. I whimper into his shoulder, raining the pent up wetness of the morning onto his rigid manhood.

Adam hadn't needed asking twice to join me in making love outside: I'd ensured his complicity a short while earlier. As we'd passed an ice cream stall I bought refreshments, then made him laugh as I lewdly went down on my Calippo. A twinkle in his eye sparked my naughty gene -- already heightened thanks to his tongue bath and the exquisite weather -- and I yanked him off the path as we passed a wide tree, shoving him against the trunk partially out of sight of tourists.

With a practised motion I undid his belt, freed his organ and sank to my knees, wrapping my ice cold lips around him. He convulsed at the touch and his cock jumped in my mouth, beginning to harden, much to my delight. I loved that I had this level of power over him with so little preparation; the need to be wanted and desired, it seemed, was as primal as it was vain.

Bobbing in front of him, I alternately sucked the lolly and his rapidly rising shaft, hearing sharp intakes of breath catching in his throat. Stray passers-by paid us little or no interest, perhaps out of embarrassment. Even if one had caused a scene I doubt I'd have cared at that moment. I felt so decadent -- beyond reproach -- which was dangerous when kneeling outdoors with a man's tumescence bumping the roof of my mouth.

The breeze blew my hair across his girth and I swept the strands out of my eyes. I continued to lick, slurp and suck as deep as I could muster, making well over three-quarters of his cock shiny and sticky with the combination of saliva and sugar. As he rose to full hardness in my throat I transferred the ice lolly to my other hand, withdrew, and jacked his steel with my cold paw. It felt glorious and organic, hardness encased with chamois that rippled in my fingers as I stroked. Then I popped the head back in my mouth to be warmed, before rubbing the lolly directly against his dick and running my tongue up to collect the sweet dribbles of juice. He groaned, the hot-cold treatment a new twist to our play, spurring me on.

He especially enjoyed when I swooped down to his tightening sac and flicked my tongue over each of his balls then sucked them into my cool mouth. The pièce de résistance being when I gazed up doe-eyed at him while I nibbled and caressed the glossy skin, our eyes locked the whole time I was working my way up his length to the tip, engulfing his circumcised head and driving my lips down over his rod almost to the hilt.

It didn't take long to have him right where I wanted him. Several cycles of hot and cold licks, sucks and wanton, submissive eye contact was all it took to have him quietly begging to shoot his load into my slutty, cold mouth. That's when I did perhaps the cruellest act of our relationship: stood up, tucked his hardness back into his pants, zipped and rebuckled his fly, kissed him with sticky lips, breathed "later" and ran off to finish my ice lolly.

He gave chase. I let him catch me. Barely half an hour of laughter and frolicking passed, before we stumbled on the copse of trees and he'd pretty much grabbed me, ripped my yoga trousers down and taken me on the spot, shoving his still hard cock deep into my more than willing folds, rinsing off its sugary coating with my moistness.

And here we are, fucking like reborn teenagers; hard meeting soft. Further wetness floods my channel as I recall the Calippo incident. Maybe he's doing the same, replaying my dirty act in his mind as the pace of his pounding steps up another notch. We've not reached 'frenetic' but we're not far off. I'm molten inside, honeydew lava trickling down my ivory thighs, staining the crotch of my forgotten outerwear.

A wicked thought flashes through my mind: when we get back home I will chase him to the bedroom still fully clothed, straddle his chest, and look down into his widening hazel eyes while I inch forward until my knees are either side of his head. The smell of me -- of us -- will dominate his senses. I'll quickly pin his arms by his sides with my legs and tease him, hovering millimetres from his salivating mouth without letting him touch the sodden crotch of my trousers until we both brim over with desire. Then I'll make him eat me through the sullied material, calling him a barrage of names as I ride his face and come once again. He'll love that: adores the taste of me from the source, especially when I force him to take it.

As if he can sense my fiendish intentions, he abruptly changes angle and ploughs into me, the divine upward motion soon resuming a measured, forceful beat. God he's in deep. I realise I'm on tiptoes and thread my fingers into his soft, brown hair, hugging his head, burying his face between my breasts as mini explosions begin in my mind; the onset of orgasm. I can feel warmth start to spread through me, racing along the meridians that connect brain and body, somehow being everywhere and nowhere all at once. Like a dot-to-dot puzzle completed at warp speed, my erogenous zones join. Ankles, knees, thighs, pussy, bottom, breasts, neck, face and ears all glow in anticipation of the main event; the conclusion of this morning's wake up call.

My chest heaves in a lungful of fresh woodland air and I gasp as quietly as I know how. Adam, ever the sensitive lover, detects my physiological and emotional changes and realises their significance. He pulls his head from my grip, looks longingly into me and begins to piston in and out with renewed vigour, hammering my body up against the tree.

Now it's frenetic.

I grab his shoulders and draw him to me again, needing his closeness, the scraping of bark along my back barely registering as we hump together: a conjoined entity. The world shrinks to just our little patch of wood and my pleasure receptors begin to overload. I know it won't be long before I can no longer keep my actions in check.




It's Only Natural



With what little social awareness remains I scan the surroundings again: trees, a squirrel, leaves, eyes, grass... wait... eyes? I hurriedly track back to their source and squint, as basic bodily functions like eyesight are working at a reduced capacity while my remaining senses gear up for orgasm. I freeze momentarily.

Oh shit.

Sure enough, behind the closest tree of a cluster a handful of feet inside the wood, a girl's eyes stare at us making love. How long has she been there? Mostly hidden by the trunk, I can just make out her long, brown hair as she peeps, trying not to be caught amid her act of voyeurism. Maybe mid-to-late teens -- perhaps older -- she darts her head out of sight then gradually peeks out once more, one hand clutching the tree above her face, the other out of sight. I wonder if she has it buried in her panties, circling her proud little clit with a wet digit as the excitement inside grows and she starts to drench her underwear.

The thought of being watched at close range and enjoyed as we fuck rips through me. A new plane of simultaneous tension and exhilaration opens up. It's such a turn-on. Not wholly unexpected, given my past, but it's a delightfully real reaction that instantly seizes me and reminds me of exactly what it means to be in my skin. A prickling sensation swiftly encases my dermis like a surfer's rip curl and my chest swells inside the tight confines of my bra.

My imagination runs amok, thinking about her re-living the experience in the privacy of her own bedroom at nights, fingers urgently exploring her quivering cunt as she thunders towards orgasm with our image playing over and over in her mind; her own private porn film. I start moving again, scratching at Adam's back through his T-shirt, performing for the opportunistic audience of one, raising my own internal temperature to boiling point and beyond.

I can hardly believe it when Adam's actions in turn step up a further gear, finding a pace I never knew he had, fingers digging into my butt to support his relentless thrusts, breath coming in short, hot bursts in my ear as he whispers how dirty I am.

Although I have accepted it, I never tire of hearing how much of a slut I am in the heat of the act. I take everything he gives. The words and breath tickling my ear combined with his powerful, fat rod repeatedly splitting my wet chute and the eyes of the girl sharing our most private moments while she uses us to reach her own sexual plateau are a potent mix of stimuli. The wood takes on an ethereal quality as my perception of the frantic world I inhabit slows.

Inside I'm a twisted wreck of raw obsession; I can barely imagine how the owner of the eyes feels. She's probably at the time of life where experimentation is a key component of her nocturnal, solo ritual, delicately scaling the peaks and valleys of her psyche as she learns what turns her on. Maybe our lovemaking will inspire her to broaden her horizons, think new things and ultimately act out her fantasies because, after all, if our species can't let go and experience such thrills in the short time we have on this planet, what else is there?

Fleetingly our eyes connect and she darts behind the tree. In the absence of any other focal point and rapidly losing the ability to concentrate, I attempt to train my eyes on the swimming empty space she left. Gradually, her head reappears: curiosity, it seems, trumps the embarrassment of being caught spying. Then I'm thrown totally off-guard: instead of the awkwardness I half expect, she boldly and deliberately stares straight into my eyes. I see raw lust register and it pierces me like a javelin through my heart as I realise its potency: she wants to be me; to feel what I'm feeling; envies us and our unrestrained brazenness. Quite simply, the minx wants to be fucked out here.

A tide of emotion rises from the pit of my stomach, knots around the back of my clitoris and tightens. I gasp and hold on as everything sucks in to that singular point and I experience a fraction of a second of total weightlessness before my dam bursts.

I come hard, mouth opening involuntarily; only the surrounding forest, Adam and possibly the girl know what words or sounds, if any, come tumbling out. There's a rushing in my ears and I'm aware of my body being gripped in spasm after spasm of orgasmic bliss. Invisible sparks fly between my distended nipples that are crushed against Adam's chest, electric impulses shooting from them down into my pussy and looping up my spine to trigger the endorphin rush that releases the euphoric floodgates.

I'm consumed by a wave of utter excitement as thoughts of the girl witnessing my orgasm permeate my senses. Such a high. I'm so open and wet that I can barely feel Adam now, although his pistoning has become erratic and somewhere in the background I'm aware of him confessing his love for me amid his own grunts of satisfaction.

Thick, hot ribbons of his come lash against my cervix and mix with the juices sloshing out of me. Nothing can beat simultaneous climax; the connectedness and shared energy a powerful aphrodisiac that heightens an already electric experience. My rabid cunt drinks everything he dispatches; and when I'm full, our creamy love potion drizzles from my engorged labia under the influence of gravity, to collect in my already saturated trousers.

The slightly cooler air around us strives to regulate my body heat, succeeding only in making me acutely aware of the setting. I'm glad I shaved the day before and tidied my dark bush to a baby smooth finish, save for my usual runway that leads down to the top of my clitoral hood. Naked lips clamping rhythmically around his hard, spasming tool always feel so debauched, and the way our secretions stick, click and glide between us as he empties makes me bungee inside.

Our actions slow and we just cling to one another; outward appearances implying the end of the orgasm, while the internal journey is only in its infancy. Swirling currents of white hot magma course my veins, joining the outlying parts of my body. My skin ruffles just below the surface, which turns to a full blown shudder. As much as I want to watch the girl enjoy us, it's too much of a struggle to keep my eyes open. They drift shut and I let myself float away, swaying to the beat of my internal drum.

Each bite of my pussy around Adam's girth is magnified, every ripple trying to swallow him deeper, selfishly drawing him where my body needs him most. The contractions seem to start with a pinch behind my aching clitoris that quickly separates into two distinct messages. The first takes a short hop downward, hula-hooping its way around Adam's wonderful shaft out to my swollen labia. The second radiates in the opposite direction, back deep inside me, hooking into the network that winds its way up my backbone, darting straight into the centre of my neural core. As each spasm takes hold, the emotional response at those most precious instants always floors me; luckily Adam and the tree are holding me up as my legs turn to rubber beneath me.

I'm sure I cry out gently as I'm paralysed in ecstasy at each convulsion, mind galloping freely across patchwork English fields just like the one close to our hideout. Every nuance of nature seems to be amplified and I can sense them all distinctly for the few fractions of a second that time disappears and I become grounded. It's truly amazing how much extra information the mind can process when focused on the single task of providing pleasure at the exclusion of all else.

I want the sensation to last the entire afternoon, but all too soon the contractions begin to abate and reality pricks at the edges of my consciousness. The danger of our daring act trickles through the dull cushion that envelops me, the tweeting birds and far off shouts and laughter of people having fun around us filter in.

Slowly opening my eyes I see the girl in the middle distance. Although I'm no expert in body language I'd put money on her about to boil over. With eyes half closed, her free arm is definitely moving between her legs: I can see the short, blue pleated skirt deforming where her hand snakes beneath the lower hem. The thought of sticky fingers shoved inside her panties, caressing her tight little folds and exposed pearl in response to our actions gives me an unexpected sense of pride and satisfaction. We did that!

I can't tear my eyes away as I watch her excitement rise. It'll be very soon, I'm sure of it; mere seconds away from her climax, the telltale signs building.

Right on cue, during a final flurry of activity, her movements stop abruptly and she stiffens, biting her lower lip to stifle a cry. I know what that means: her tunnel is contracting rhythmically as she enters the throes of orgasm, wet lips gripping and releasing her fingers as the juice drains from her yearning body to stain her already soaked underwear.

She stays that way for a good thirty seconds as I watch, still hugging Adam and feeling his cock gradually softening inside me. I long to know what's going through her mind: what does she think of me? Of us? Horny lovers acting on impulse and experiencing the total rapture of thumping orgasms in the countryside, or a cheap thrill from a sad pair of desperados who couldn't wait until they were home? Have we encouraged her to lose herself in the moment; to lead her boyfriend to a secluded wooded spot and fuck him when passion overtakes reason, or is she just content to observe; to use chance situations like ours to fuel her own internal needs? I secretly hope she's a free spirit. Who knows, maybe next time there's an unexpected hot day, the tables will be turned and we'll surreptitiously watch her bouncing up and down in her boyfriend's lap as she cups her tiny tits and stares up at nature with a rapt expression.

Her eyes fly open fully as if she suddenly realises where she is and what she's doing, our gaze meeting again briefly before she yanks her hand from between her legs, lifts her fingers to give them a fleeting sniff, turns and flees to rejoin her family. Within moments she is once again play fighting with her brother near the picnic blanket. He probably doesn't suspect that one of the hands she's using to drag him round by the scruff of his neck was wedged between her thighs less than a minute beforehand and is now coated with the fragrance of her lust.

I watch them for a while, feeling invigorated and sated -- at least for now -- as Adam slides his deflating cock from my sticky confines. We linger a little, just hugging in the shady warmth of the early afternoon, before separating and quickly making ourselves presentable.

As we step hand-in-hand from the grove into the unyielding brightness of the day, remnants of his come slither from me, now firmly caught by the material of the tight trousers and I shiver at the thought of dominating him later. Perhaps I'll tell him at an opportune juncture when he's pinned beneath me, face buried between my legs and tongue performing those sensational acrobatics I adore, that our secret act was observed by the girl. I expect he'll dive into me further at the revelation, thrusting, licking, savouring our bittersweet taste through the deforming fabric. Maybe I'll crush my pussy against him for as long as I can hold off and, before it all becomes too much, hop off him, hurriedly strip, free his cock and let him take me once more, hotly ramming inside my slippery walls as I describe how the teen fingered herself to orgasm while her eyes bore witness to every detail of our clandestine fuck beneath the trees.

Skipping from the edge of the field we make our way through the people oblivious to our recent actions. I'm mindful that my grin and flushed exterior might give away what we'd just done or what I intend to do to my man when we return home after lazing around here for a while longer. But I'm confident that if anybody finds out how close they were to a pair of entwined, bucking lovers, those who dare mimic our actions will open up an intense world of gratification for themselves, and maybe those around them. 

After all, what else are Sundays for?



It's Only Peanuts



Many thanks to Angela Love for editing my feeble attempts to write stories in English.

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My wife Linda was out on her half monthly girl's night this evening. I sat in my lounge thinking about her and these Wednesdays that had been her habit during the last year. What was strange about them, was not that she spent every second Wednesday with friends, but she was so little informative. She didn't tell me who she was with, only that it was girls from her job that I didn't know. She never told where they had been and what they talked about. She was always late, very late. I wondered! 

We have been married three years now and I felt we had a happy marriage. Admittedly we had two problems to consider, both affecting the daily life. One was Linda's hyper sensitivity to Peanuts, just one nut could kill her. It was not only important what she ate, but she had to be so careful were she went so as not to come in contact with peanuts. A handshake with a person who had been handling peanuts would give a serious swelling of her hand at the best, but could also result in an allergic attack. So when she was out, I had reason to be a little bit worried.

The second problem, my penis size, affected our love life. She knew it before we married, but she said it is you I love, not your penis. It was so easy to say, but it soon became obvious it was a problem for both of us. 

I looked at my watch, 10:30 p.m.-- she would not be home for another couple hours. Before going to bed I decided to complete today's Soduko I was working on. The medium I had done in about ten minutes and I had only a few figures left on the hard one. Just as I filled in the last figure the shrill sound of the phone interrupted my concentration. Who could phone so late? Was it Linda saying she would be later than usual today? I was thinking while I went to get the phone. 

"Hello, who's calling this late?" 

"Are you Mr. David Kenwood, the husband of Linda Kenwood?" A male voice queried. 

"Yes I am," I replied hesitantly. "But who are you may I ask again?"

"I'm Dr. Malcom Ford, I'm calling from the Downtown Hospital. Your wife was brought in to us about an hour ago with an allergic attack. I may reassure you she is out of danger, but we think you should come down here and see her." 

"Oh God, it's peanuts, isn't it? I'll be right down, it will take me half an hour," I replied.

"Yes it was. Please don't use your car if you have had anything to drink, Sir, we would like to see you walking in on your own two feet. When you are here ask for me and we will talk." 

A little more than a half hour later I was shown in to Linda by Dr. Ford. I was prepared for what she would look like, but it was a little shock just the same. She was lying there with closed eyes, her lips were severely swollen so she obviously would not be able to talk. Her left cheek was just as bad. I took her right hand in mine and squished it gently, she opened her eyes and looked at me. 

I kissed her fingertips and whispered, "I love you."

She squished faintly back and I saw tears rolling down her cheeks. She had been kissed, she understood I knew. No words were necessary, between us passed a genuine feeling of regret and love, I whispered to her again, "I love you, we'll talk tomorrow when you are better." 

She just nodded her agreement. 

Dr. Ford told me they would keep her under observation overnight, and I could come and fetch her next morning. He was certain that most of the swelling would be gone by then. Next morning, after collecting Linda at the hospital and taking her home, sitting in the living room I asked, "What happened yesterday?" 

She sat quiet for a while and said, "I did not do anything improper last night, when I explain the details I expect you will have no problem believing me. However, I have to tell you why I was at this bar, that is going to be very difficult." 

"Ok Linda, start with the easy bit, what happened yesterday?" 

"I was at this bar in the centre having a glass of white wine. Next to me at the bar counter was a very nice man who started to talk to me. We chatted a long time, he bought me another glass of wine and we laughed a lot together. He ate peanuts, and when he offered me some I did not go into details, I just politely declined. Later I needed to go to the rest room, and when I came out from the rest room he was there. He must have followed me, and must have thought I was flirting, because he grabbed me and kissed me. I pushed him away. He tried once more but I turned my head so he kissed me on the cheek. I screamed at him, ran to the counter and asked the bartender to call an ambulance, I told him I would have an allergic reaction within a couple of minutes. I knew that just a kiss from somebody that had been eating peanuts was sufficient to give me a serious reaction. Very quickly I felt the attack, and the next I remember was me waking up in the hospital." 

She made a pause, looked at me and continued, "I can give you the name of the bar, and I am sure they will confirm that what I told you is a correct and true presentation of what really happened." 

"No need to do that, I believe you," I replied, "but for the difficult part, why were you at that bar in the first place. I assumed you were out with the girls. But you were not, you had very different plans, didn't you?" 

"Yes I had. I have been struggling with my thoughts most of the night and I have decided to be frank with you. I might have got away with it, by just saying that the girls day out was cancelled. But I came to the conclusion, I had to take the risk of being honest, even if it meant you would hate me. Hoping you would understand and forgive. This is difficult for me David, please let me complete my whole story without interruption, and please remember that my love for you is more than it has ever been. "

"You have been seeing another man, haven't you?" I asked. "How can you do that and still say that you love me?"

I felt like screaming and shouting, calling her names and whatever nasty things that came to mind, but knowing it wouldn't make anything better I just kept quiet. I looked sadly at her, and I saw she cried silently, tears streaming down her cheeks. It could not be easy for her, and in a resigned voice I said, "Please continue, I will not interrupt."

She dried her eyes with a handkerchief, looked at me and started to tell me her story: "You remember, about a year ago I told you that in the parking lot at the mall a gentleman nicked the left rear mudguard on my car. He was very sorry, and took all the blame, saying he would pay for the repair. He gave me his visiting card and asked me to call him when the car was repaired. He would either pay the workshop directly or refund me in cash, at my discretion. When the car was repaired, I called him and told him that I had paid the workshop $ 825 for the job. 

Instead of sending me the money, he asked if we could meet at the coffee shop at the mall so he could pay me directly. I called from my office a Wednesday afternoon, and we agreed to meet the same day after I finished my work. After he paid me, he suggested we have a coffee together and I agreed. We talked. He was a very pleasant man, with a great sense of humor. I really enjoyed talking with him, and the time flew by fast. What seemed like five minutes soon became an hour. He told me a bit about his life, how he had lost his wife suddenly by a stroke a few years ago, and that he missed her very much. Little by little the talking became more personal and he said that even though he had two boys with families that were very good towards him, they could not help him with the intimate sexual life he had with his wife until her death. 

He then said something that took me by surprise. "You Linda, you are happily married and you have a good and healthy sex life I presume?" I didn't answer him immediately, so he said, "Oops, have I crossed a too personal line here, please forgive me." 

I then said, "Maybe you have." 

I then told him about you and our problem with your penis size, how much I loved you and that I could not think of any man that could be so good to me. The only thing I longed for so intensely was to have a normal sized cock in me. I think I even shed a few tears. He did not say anything, just went to get two more cups of coffee.

When he came back with the coffee, he sat there as thinking hard on something, looked at me and said, "Maybe we can help each other."

"How?" I replied. 

"I have a normal size cock so I can give you that experience. You can give me the moment of intimacy I so sorely need," he said.

"I cannot cheat on my husband," was my immediate response. 

He then argued roughly as follows: "You love your husband, and I am not a threat toward that love. I'm more than twice your age at sixty-nine years. I will be seventy in a couple of months. He need not know and your feelings for him will most likely be more relaxed after you have got your longing out of the way. You are a young woman and most in your age group have had a varied experience in their sex life. That varied experience does not constitute an obstacle to love for one person." 

She looked at me, gave a deep sigh, and continued, "David, we had a very long discussion, and to make a long story short, it ended by me calling you saying I was going out with the girls and I would be home later in the evening. We went to his house, he cooked a wonderful dinner, we talked and I had a great time with him. Yes I did sleep with him that day. Both of us had a good time. I like him very much, but I don't love him. So that is how my half monthly girl's night out started. When I came to his house last night, his live in maid met me at the front door and told me he had a heart attack earlier in the day. He was at the hospital and his condition was critical. That's why I was at the bar yesterday." 

She looked at me and cried, tears rolling down her cheeks, and then she threw herself at me, her arms around me, hugging me with her face buried in the arch of my neck, sobbing. "Please forgive me David, I needed so much to feel a normal sized cock, you are so huge and it hurts so much, please forgive me." 

Epilogue: 

A week later Linda came in with the local newspaper. She showed me the obituary on a local business man of some fame. She pointed at the column and told me, "It's him." 

I understood immediately what she meant, and when she asked me if it was okay for her to go to his funeral, for some kind of closure, I encouraged her. A year later we had a beautiful baby girl, and the doctor who had been told about my very large cock, said as she was now very much stretched after the childbirth, we should start having sex soon as she felt comfortable with it. I had only to be very careful about hygiene. Our love life has greatly improved, she is now used to my size and a she is so loose now that she no longer craves a normal sized cock, she wouldn't feel it. I'm quite content, I'm one of the very few who can fill her up now so I don't feel threatened! 

The end



It's Only Right, Isn't It



Joey was 19 years of age. He did not look his age, appearing more like a 14 or 15-year-old with his youthful face. His skinny, 5' 6" frame, lacking muscular tone, gave him a frail demeanor. 

But Joey was ambitious! In high school he had gained an apprentice electrician position at a local electrical company. He was 3 years in of a 4 year course. He was energetic and competitive... and he liked girls. He liked girls ALOT!

His good qualities did not help him very much gaining credibility with the mothers and fathers of the neighborhood. They berated him to their daughters when Joey asked them to step out on a date with him.

Few of the girls his age or older in the 1950s neighborhood had little ambition to attend college and were more interested in finding a husband with a good job and settling down, raising a family, following in their parents footsteps.

Joey fit that bill to a T! Still, many of the girls avoided Joey, heeding their parent's warning that Joey would never amount to much.

There was a bit more to the rhetoric! Joey's stepfather was a merchant seaman and was gone many months at a time on sea duty. He was considerably older than his wife, Jane, and she was, by the consensus of all of the adults in the neighborhood, the neighborhood whore, though the men of the neighborhood had no chance with her, should they had so desired. Many did but were refused. Maybe that was their reason to degrade. Unfortunately, parents reflect on their sons and daughters.

Unaware of the other parent's opinion of him or his mother, he was very much aware of his mother's propensity to frequent the downtown bars that catered to the area's naval population of sailors. Many a late evening, or, wee hours of morning, his mother would bring home a fellow in sailor attire. From his bedroom, he was very much aware that his mother was giving up her feminine attributes to a stranger. He could only speculate, and often did, if his mother was receiving payment for her lack in judgment and morality.

Now, Joey received poor ratings from the parents, but a few girls, though still leery of his qualities as a husband and father, could give Joey raving reviews due to what hung between his legs. The half-dozen or so girls who had scoffed at their parents warning had had their hands on Joey's one physical gift, his 7-1/2 inch, thick cock. Of course, it had not been their original intent to seek it out, but Joey had learned early that not to ask was a definite no. Sort of like winning the lottery; if you don't buy a ticket you're guaranteed not to win.

Always finding a way to get his date, the girl, in question to a secluded parking spot, alley or even his apartment, he would offer his services first, finger or tongue, to alleviate pent up female hormones. Favors given... favors returned. Nothing ventured... nothing gained. Joey had 100% success rate of participation but we have to admit that many of these gals were "good girls" at heart and were saving themselves for marriage. Having their vagina massaged, feeling the jolt of orgasm, while tugging or stroking a firm ample cock, awed by the eruption, were all they were willing, in good conscience, to commit to. 

There were home runs; return of oral favor from two and that one, of the two, rare bird who could not say no to full penetration and intercourse. Joey always carried protection and made sure the lass was well satisfied, with at a minimum of two orgasms.

Needless to say, Joey did not want for female companionship. Many of these girls had steady boyfriends and Joey was getting more from them sexually than their boyfriends were. Word-of-mouth is a wonder advertisement! Still, Joey had desires that were not being fulfilled. There was one female, a full-grown woman, who perplexed him and filled him, of late, with a lustful desire. He'd spent many a night listening to her sexual moans and groans as he stroked his cock and lusted after her.

Jane, Joey's mother, was 38 years old, 18 years younger than her husband. Blonde, her hair worn in a short, pig-tail much of the time, she was 5' 10" tall, approximately 185lbs, robust in every area. People called her a whore. She was not. She had a good job at a local retail outlet in the lady's department, providing her a good living. She just liked to fuck and preferred her partners, sailors always, to be considerably older than she. She liked to rationalize that fact to her husband to make it easier for him to accept the fact, he knowing, that she fucked around on him when he was out to sea. That she was the prefect wife when he was home, never saying no, being an exceptional piece of ass, kept him pacified. Had he not had his own strange ass in world wide ports? 

Jane did not hide her tendency to frequent the local bars, drink conservatively, and bring home a strange sailor 4 or more nights a week. Her excuse to Joey; she didn't like being by herself at night. The sailors were always introduced to Joey as being an uncle or friend of his stepfather. There were no other excuses offered should Joey see the fellows in less than full attire or naked, though Joey, up until recently, had never saw his mother in anything less than a housecoat.

Four months ago was the beginning of his lust, his incestuous lust, for his mother.

She had brought home a large, unattractive sailor of perhaps 50 years. Most unexpectedly and bizarre, he had spied the man atop his mother on the large sofa at the front of the house as he went to take a leak. Only his mother's head, partial thighs and knees were visible as they were mostly dressed, but their body motion clearly transmitted that when they were engaged in sexual intercourse. That, and her moans and groans. The sailor mostly grunted.

He was instantly mesmerized by his mother's aggressive movements. He had watched for only brief minutes before the older guy groaned and came. Still beneath him, his mother was furious and berated the man for not waiting, or caring, for her own orgasm. She ordered him off her and out of the house. As he struggled up, it was clear that he was intoxicated. He had refused to leave without a good-bye kiss, pawing her as she slapped at him.

Joey hurried to his bedroom and returned with his BB gun and started pelting the man with BBs. Angry, threatening bodily harm, the man was no match for the pounding Jane was giving him and the sting of the closely fired BBs. Fumbling with his pants to fasten them, the swabby finally made it out the front door, down the steps and across the narrow street, Joey following him, continuing to shoot him from the front porch, all the way to and around the corner.

Feeling triumphant, saving his mother, Joey returned to the living room, closing the door, receiving a warm hug and kiss on the cheek from his mother with thanks. She requested that he return to bed.

Joey laid in his bed with the adrenaline coursing through him from the shooting... but quickly shunted from the forefront by the memory of his mother having sexual intercourse. His hand slipped under his briefs. Pulled from his briefs, he stroked his cock. He had not peed yet. He shoved his cock back in his briefs and rolled out of bed, opened his door, walked the short distance to the bathroom door, finding the door open, the light on, his mother standing at the sink in front of the medicine cabinet mirror.

He was instantly aware of his mother rubbing her breast, her housecoat partially open. He noted the bottle of moistening cream. He was instantly noticed but casually, acting adult like, leaned against the door jam for long moments until his mother lifted her eyebrows in question. "I have to pee, mom." He said. 

"Go ahead, honey." She replied, returning her attention to the job at hand.

As Joey eased past his mother, he glanced in the mirror and saw his mother's left breast, more so than the right, as she rubbed cream onto her left breast, massaging it in with her right hand. Joey tugged at the right side of his briefs with his left hand and brought forth a less than limp cock. He almost forgot to lift the seat! His eyes alternated between the water hitting the toilet and the mirror showing less than he wished of the action there.

"Keep your eye on what you're doing there, boy!" She said sarcastically. "You're pissing all over the rim!"

After the reprimand, Joey kept his eye on the operation at hand. Afterward, he tucked his cock back it his briefs and turned to slip past his mother.

"I need to put some of this cream on my back. Would you mind?"

"Sure." Joey readily agreed.

Jane stopped massaging her right breast. She had swapped breast as Joey peed. She eased her housecoat off her shoulders, lost her hold, and let it drop to the floor. She stood there with dark red bloomer style panties on. Joey's heart quickened.

"Here, put some of this cream on your hands and do my whole back and shoulders." She directed, turning to hand him the tube of cream and giving him a glance at her ample, slightly sagging, left breast. He stared at the nipple which seemed huge to him compared to the ones he had seen, touched and suckled.

With a good amount of cream on his right hand, he began to rub it all over her back, massaging it in. He rested his left hand on her hip, causing her to glance down, noting it.

"I should apologize for dropping my housecoat." Jane commented. "You have never seen me in just my underwear and certainly not me bearing my breast."

"I can't really see anything from back here. You are taller than I am and your body is broader. All I can see is your back."

"You saw!" She challenged and mocked. "I saw you looking. You got your eyes full. You're not fooling anybody. And are you calling me fat?"

"No! Of course not!" Joey exclaimed.

"And don't be looking at your my ass!" She asserted. "I'm your damn mother!You get those incestuous thoughts out of your head! What! You don't think I know you've got a hard-on! You''re a man, aren't you? You saw more tonight than you should have seen. I should never have let him screw me on the sofa like that. I had my hands on his stiff cock and couldn't help myself. He was just so insistent. You just forget what you saw, you hear me?"

"Of course!" Joey was quick to reply, getting his hand in motion again. "You complained about him not waiting for you to orgasm? I was thinkinnn... 

"You just never no mind what you were thinking or what you heard... or think you heard! Now get your ass back to bed! You take care of you... which I'm sure you will do... and I'll take care of me. And keep any incestuous thoughts out of your head. I'm your mother! What would you think of me if I laid with you? It's not going to happen no matter what! Not happening! Forget it, you hear me!"

So Joey, leaving wet cream on his mother's back, hustled off to bed, listening to her continuing rant. "You should be ashamed... even considering me... us... like that! Should never have let you see my breast... my panties... my ass. It's my fault! Just forget such craziness.

But he could not forget what he had seen or what he had heard. He had even more to think about now. He released his cock once more and thought about his mother's breast and her large bubbled ass, his hand on her hip, as he stroked his cock. Was she in there taking care of her own orgasm... fingering her pussy? Her extended talk about incest seemed... confused... uncertain! Never, would the frail girls he mingled with hold a candle to his mother. He wondered how he was ever going to realize his fantasy... his desire... but he must.

Jane had reason for her lengthy diatribe on incest. She did not view incest as taboo but did not trust that a second trip down that road would turn out well. She knew her son's nature and such an intimate relationship took love and understanding, not a one track mind centered on sexual conquest and control.

She had been an innocent 18 years old. Her mother had been bedridden for years, when her father had come to her bedroom. He had sat on the edge of her bed in the darkened bedroom and talked about her mother and how much he missed the vibrant, sensuous woman she had been. He had confessed he was not interested in intercourse but just desired the touch of a woman... which he told her, she was now. He begged her to understand, that he would be gentle, making her feel loved... and good.

He had placed his hand on her left cheek and kissed her forehead. She had not been frightened when her father's hand had slipped to her neck and began to explore her body. She moved her body however necessary allowing him access, letting him set the course of his exploration. It had been a lengthy exploration, more of an erotic body massage, lasting 20 or so minutes. During which, she assisted in removing her nightie. He had not tried to remove her panties, though she would have allowed it... even assisted too. Her breast and nipple proved sensitive... her buttocks and crack of her ass more so, flexing and tightening with his touch. She moaned involuntary with his affectionate touches. Then, he tenderly and slowly reached to remove her panties, she lifting, bending her knees back to assist, her left hand restiing on his right forearm. As the panties dropped off her toes, she retained her knees back, ready and willing to spread for him. Instead, his left hand stroked down the back of her left thigh, his right levering her knees down. His left fingers brushed through her furred, virgin treasure and gilded over her youthful ass. She wiggled her ass and giggled with the tickling sensation. When he had finally slipped his hand between and up the inside of her thigh, she had spread her legs for him... to allow him access... seriousness wiping the smile off her face.

Jane had a serious steady, but they had only kissed, and certainly not where her father was kissing her. Such intimate, sensuous, intense affection sealed their bond and secrecy.

He had been true to his word only giving her sexual satisfaction by touch of finger and tongue before leaving her room. That night, she had had her first orgasm.

To her dismay, he came to her room only two or three times a month. She found that she needed more and had learned to please herself. Then, one night when he came to her, craving to touch a female, to give her pleasure she gathered up her bravery and had asked to see his manhood. To his credit, he had been reluctant but soon he released it and she did some exploration of her own, quizzing him on what felt good. His visits became more frequent, she offered more and soon they could be found in a 69 position on the floor, as her bed was not large enough to accommodate their wanderings.

Late in her 19th year she would marry and leave home. Her husband got her Cherry but not her innocence. Only seven hours from home she often visited parents, providing her father with needed and appreciated TLC.

Joey spent the next few months dating a few of his regulars, listening to his mother have sex with a countless number of sailors behind the closed doors of her bedroom as he jerked off in the hall, but mostly, he just jerked off, alone in his bedroom with his fantasies about her.

Then, one night, coming in the back door late, he was instantly aware of his mother's bedroom door ajar and the light on. He also heard a hint of voices and knew she was not alone. He eased down the hall, the carpeting muffling his steps, until he stopped, his head near the crack in the door.

The sounds within told him that his mother was fucking. He could not see the bed directly but the dresser's large wide mirror instantly caught his attention. His mother was butt hole naked on her knees with a man, just as naked, hunched over her backside, standing on the balls of his feet, fucking her doggy style. Joey could clearly see the fellow's raincoated cock stroking in and out of his mother's pussy, which he had never seen until now.

Joey groped frantically unzipping his fly and bringing forth his stiff cock. He began stroking it firmly, staring into the mirror, listening to his mother's moans and groans.

The sailor swiveled his head enough for Joey to note that he was much younger than the fellas his mother usually brought home. Joey smiled, knowing his mother was reaping the rewards of the younger suitor with, no doubt, a stiffer cock that could last much longer. Joey wondered how long they had been at it.

"Is he good, baby?" He heard the man query.

"Yes! Lord, don't stop! I've never been fucked so good!

"You're one hell of a woman, Jane. I'm glad you picked me instead of that old Chief trying to put the make on you."

"He had a chance at this pussy once before and couldn't keep it up. You have made me come twice already. You deserve something a little special. Just make sure you don't break that rubber you have on. Deep! Damn you! Stick it deeper!"

With her exclamation, Joey placed his left hand over the head of his cock to catch the cum as it shot forth in three strong spurts. He was perturbed with himself for shooting off so quickly but her plea to be stuck deeper was more than he could bare.

His left hand closed on the sticky semen but he continued to watch, concentrating on the coupling reflected in the mirror. Occasionally, his attention would be caught by his mother's dangling, heavy tits, the nipple he could see standing firm. He wanted desperately to be sucking on it!

"You going to come for me, sugar?" Joey heard his mother request more than ask.

"You ready for it? I can give it to you anytime. Or, I can fuck you all night long. You ready for it? You ready, baby? YOU READY... OOuuuuuuuuuuu! Good pussy! Fuck! You've got good pussy!"

Joey watched the reflections in the mirror as the sailor withdrew, pulling his cock out, giving Joey a brief glimpse of the tip of the rubber sagging with cum. The fellow dropped down behind his mother and lavished kisses on her ass. She let her ass be kissed for long moments before flopping over to her back, spreading and lifting her legs.

"Eat it! Show me how much you truly love my pussy! You promised, damn you! Eat my pussy!"

He watched the fellow dive in, his mother lifting her ass so the guy could palm her buttocks. Her moans were instant and constant as the younger sailor ravished her pussy with his tongue. Joey could see both of her breast clearly now, bobbing, as her ass humped his face. His mother squeezed and massaged her own ample breast, pulling at each nipple. She did not last long and groaned loudly as the orgasm swept over her.

"Don't stop! That was too quick! I gave you some good doggy bitch pussy. Nobody fucks me like that! Give me one more. I deserve it!"

"Yes you do, sweet-cheeks."

The fellow complied and Joey watched and listened to his mother closely. After long minutes, another orgasm gripped her and Joey was able to ejaculate with her orgasm, adding additional semen to his left hand. He slowly slipped away to his room.

It was more than an hour before he heard their goodbyes and the front door close. He waited another 15 minutes before slipping from his bedroom, walking to the back door, and shouting, "mom, I'm home!" He made his way to the bathroom and cleaned up. The house dark, his mother's bedroom door close, showing no light, he returned to his bed. 

Joey now had additional visions to add to his fantasies as he jerked off at every opportunity during the following weeks. Knowing she was barhopping on any given night, he would tell her he would be staying with a friend. Then, he would make sure he arrived home first to linger in his bedroom until he heard the familiar noises of lovemaking coming from her room. He soon positioned the blinds on one of the two windows to allow him to stand outside and watch her fuck. He became well acquainted with his mother's feminine attributes, her likes and dislikes. She hated not coming first.

Now, whenever he saw his mother he would undress her with his eyes, knowing what lay beneath her clothes. She became an obsession! Something he had to own! But how!




It's Only Right, Isn't It



As it has a way of doing, opportunity knocked. Jane had gone barhopping but unfortunately many of the ships were deployed for exercises. The bars were nearly deserted and the sailors that were there appeared much too young for her liking. She spent much of the evening talking and exchanging war stories with the other barflies and whores. 

Arriving home, she staggered into the house, pissing her pants as she made her way to her bedroom. She managed to flop most of her torso onto the bed, chest down, her ass close to the edge, legs dangling, feet dragging on the floor, and quickly lost consciousness in an alcoholic stupor.

Joey had dozed off himself and awoke near 2 AM, feeling the need to pee. The house was quiet as he stood in the darkness relieving himself and wondering where his mother might be. He turned towards her room, walked the 10 or 12 steps, and found the door open. He could barely discern her body lying haphazardly across the bed. He switched on the glaring ceiling light.

He stood at the door staring long moments pondering what to do. He was concerned with her bizarre position and did not feel comfortable leaving her in such a state as she might tumble off the bed. He approached slowly. As usual, her attire, a tight sitting leather skirt with black stockings, a black sweater that accented her ample breasts and heavy makeup advertised her wares and availability. As Joey had at one time or the other seen the other barflies and whores, he knew his mother would be a prize to the winning suitor. But tonight she had not brought a lucky fellow home.

He approached slowly and could not help but be aware of his throbbing crotch. He put his hand on her bottom and shook her lightly to bring her to consciousness. He shook harder, then harder, then roughly. She was out cold. Instantly, he pondered the possibilities!

He squatted and removed her shoes. He gripped both ankles and pulled her legs apart, fully expecting her to wake up or make some sort of noise. Receiving no response, began stroking her calves, slowly moving up her legs and thighs, staring between her legs. The darkness up the skirt left him only with his imagination and the strong desire to reveal more. But how!

He stood and gazed down at her form for long moments. He saw the gold colored zipper on the back of the leather skirt. He tugged it. It unzipped easily. Gently, he tugged at the top of the skirt. Not receiving or hearing a response, he tugged harder. Alternately, tugging at the top and pulling at the bottom, he removed it from her. Instantly, he was gripped with fear! Would she know that he had undressed her! Her bulky dead weight would not allow re-dressing.

Pondering the dilemma, he removed his briefs, determining he would not stop his brazen exploration unless she woke up and discovered him, stopping his incestuous indiscretion.

Controlling his pounding heart, he reached to remove her hose and panties, but not before touching it, her crotch, finding it soaking wet. He understood that she had peed herself, exciting him that much more. It was only slightlyeasier to strip her of her last vestige of decency. Her pussy was now exposed for the viewing. He backed away for that distant vantage point, then, moved closer inch by inch. He stooped to lift her feet, pushing them slowly forward. He saw her buttocks widen, exposing her pussy even more. But he needed distance. With a little effort, he was able to keep her feet balanced forward.

Again, backing away a bit and squatting, he had a magnificent view of his mother's pussy... to him... her treasure.

The beefy labia was nearly hidden from view, trimmed with a thick forest of pubic hair, her hole shut tight. His right hand was massaging his rockhard cock. Did he dare?

"Mom! Are you a wake?" He quizzed with considerable volume. "Mom! Wake up!" He voiced a bit louder, shaking her thigh.

With no response, he made his decision. He would touch her pussy... thumb it. With 4 fingers, spread wide, on her right buttock, his thumb stroked the length of her labia crack, then, pushed between the thick lips, then, probed her hole up to the joint, then, gently thumb fucked her. Finally declaring mentality, he would have her pussy.

Jane's bed was rather high and positioned her backside so Joey could step in between her bent and balanced legs and place the tip of his cock to the entrance to her treasure. He poked, finding her fuck hole, pushing the domed head in her.

Joey caught her feet as they teetered and dropped. He pushed them forward without regard to waking his mother. He pushed! He pushed and watched his cock disappear into her most forbidden depths. He mashed against her buttocks, his entire length embedded deep into her.

He remained still a full minute, feeling her warm pussy grip his cock.

Joey began to stroke into her slowly, intoxicated by the fact, ignoring her drunken unconsciousness, he fucked his mother. His lust was all-consuming and he didn't care if she found out later.

Poor Joey! He was so enthralled and overcome by the incestuous coupling with his mother that he did not last long. He never increased his rhythm, pounding her ass lustfully as he had intended. However, and for whatever reason, he yanked his cock clear as it erupted, sending a large amount of white semen onto her buttocks and into the crack of her ass. Joey gripped his cock, jerking at it firmly to drain it completely. He was breathing heavily.

Joey began to pace back and forth behind his mother the length of the bed. He felt perversion and disorientation overwhelm him. After a few long minutes of pacing, he stopped behind his mother, her legs had dropped down as he had found him earlier. He stared at her bubbled ass and the cum that puddled on her butt cheeks and seeped down the crack of her ass. His cock was at full erection and he once more felt overwhelmed by desire. He lifted and put her legs up once more, placing his cock once more, and with little concern or ado, shoved home.

Joey would finish his fantasy. With arms wrapped around his mother's legs to keep them aloft, he began to stroke into her moderately, then, aggressively, pounding against her buttocks, sending his cock deep. He deemed her pussy loose, in comparison to his only other conquest, not considering the youthfulness of the neighborhood girl. It mattered but briefly. Incestuous lust over rode all else. He grunted repeatedly as she slammed into his mother's pussy with no concern for her well-being. After long minutes, of stabbing and pounding her, he groaned like a stricken animal, remaining in and shoving deep into her as his cock erupted.

Feeling totally depleted and worn out, Joey slowly pulled out of his mother and stood for a few long moments between her legs, hold them suspended, feeling dizzy. He finally tussled with her body to get her completely on the bed. Picking up her clothing he tossed the items to a chair, retrieved a blanket out of the closet and covered her up. He picked up his briefs and switched the light off, closing the door as he left.

Jane finally came to semi-consciousness lying on her left side and feeling groggy. It took her long minutes to come to full consciousness and toss the cover off her to the right. She became aware of her nudity from the waist down. Her ass felt clammy first, then, between her legs felt familiarly tainted. Sitting on the side of the bed before standing up her left hand rubbed her forehead as she pondered and tried to remember earlier events. Standing to head to the bathroom, she was halfway across the bedroom when she felt the wetness on her left thigh, causing immediate alarm. Switching on the light, she saw what she suspected. She immediately set down on the toilet to purge from her the rest of the semen that was seeping from her. With a great sigh, she pondered who had partially undressed, fucked her, and how she had allowed anyone to fuck her without a condom. Although alarmed, she assured herself that the pill would control the situation.

Jane questioned Joey but the Q&A shed little light on the events that had her so perplexed. He claimed to have spent the night with a friend. She determined to be more careful with how much she drank. It took weeks before the incident faded, ceasing concern or further thought.

Joey was like a person on crack; high, fidgety, down, depressed, lacking appetite, eating everything in sight, and wanting more of his mother's pussy. Life continued, with him continuing to spy on her, openly and brazenly brushing against or touching her, often inappropriately, then apologizing. He began voicing concern about her barhopping and bringing home "uncles", once telling her she didn't need them anymore. He often asked if she wanted a back massage and one time, through a closed door, even offered to scrub her back as she bathed. He continued in his forwardness because he received little if no rebuke from her. Even so, she found his actions odd and suspect.

Jane, suspected... felt... something was going on with her son. She could not put her finger on it or connect him to the earlier events. She only occasionally rebuked him for his forwardness because she did not want to hurt his feelings.

Joey bide his time and masturbated incessantly. He would spy outside the window on his mother fucking a sailor, weather permitting, or listen at her door. He would then returned to his room to masturbate, sleep a few hours, wake up and remember and masturbate once more, only to repeat the process a third or fourth time. He was nearly insane with lust for his mother, his masturbating keeping the longing simmering just under the surface, keeping him from doing anything that he might regret or get him thrown out.

Jane did not connect every time she went barhopping. It caused her to drink more and barely make it home and into her bed.

These were hazardous time for Joey. He would push the envelope, entering her room to see how drunk she really was, hoping to find her unconscious enough to fondle her if not more. He never found her as before but a soft, quick touch to forbidden areas, little successes, would intoxicate him.

One evening, Jane, after drinking heavily returned home to an empty house. She showered, spent lingering minutes massaging cream into her breast and returned to bed nude, something she rarely did knowing her son resided with her.

Early that morning, she woke up feeling sick to her stomach and barely made it to the toilet, vomiting violently into the toilet, soon sending her to her knees.

Joey had not been in bed long and heard his mother throwing up. It had happened before and he had comforted her by holding her shoulders, handing her a drink of water or keeping her hair care of her face. He rolled from bed expecting to do the same this night.

He was instantly startled and stopped in his tracks finding her on her knees and bare ass. He gave second thoughts to comforting her but her could not pull himself away. Finally, He tried to ignore her nakedness and comfort her.

She accepted his help as she had done previously, thanking him and clinging to his arm with her right hand. She continued throwing up and gagging.

Joey tried! He tried hard! He had lived with his pent-up lust far too long. In between her convulsions, he studied her body, specifically her ass. With brazen audacity, he reached to draw his hand over her left breast, noting her acceptance. Disregarding the fact that his mother was sick as hell, he returned his hand to cup and squeeze her breast.

Jane, shifted her weight on her knees, spreading her stance, to relieve a bit of knee pain, a large thick rug giving aid. With her face halfway into the toilet, her son having flushed the toilet. She felt spent and content not to move. She remembered her nakedness. His squeezing of her breast felt unnaturally good. For brief moments, she allowed the intimate touch from her son, intending to scold him when she caught her breath. Then, she was aware of him kneeling down behind her... extremely... close behind her... raking her pussy with a hand. With her immediate alarm came an intake of breath and wide eyes as she was sexually taken from behind.

"Joey! For god's sake, have you lost your fucking mine!" She challenged with a disbelieving tone, trying to disengage. "You can't do this! I'm your mother! Pull it out!"

But contrary to her concern, he was doing it... fucking her. He was fucking her with a most determined , moderate rhythm, sticking her deep with each thrust. So determined, that she placed her arms around the bowled rim of the toilet, grunting, and much to her self-condemnation, moaning. It felt good. Having released the contents of her belly she would have admitted that she felt better and being fucked, except for the fact of the incestuous cock inside of her, it felt disturbingly good. After all, she loved to fuck and being so damnably taken had its fascination!

"Damn you boy! If you're determined to do this at least get a rubber out of the cabinet!" Jane demanded. "Go, damn you! You can't have every single thing your way. I won't move." 

Joey reluctantly pulled his cock out of her. Quickly standing, he moved to the medicine cabinet, found a rubber packet, ripped it open and rolled it onto his cock. He returned and dropped his knees, taking his cock in hand and placed it to his mother's pussy.

"Go easy, Joey. You're big. Just take it easy until you are in."

Joey did as he was asked. Slowly, he pushed deep into his mother's pussy causing her to moan a pleasurable moan. He began to fuck her slowly.

"It was you, wasn't it?" She stated more than asked. "You found me passed out and took advantage of me. You enjoyed that forbidden pussy, didn't you? You came on my ass first and then you just couldn't help himself. He had to have my pussy... to own it. He had to come in me."

Jane stopped talking breathing heavy to catch her breath, and yes, to concentrate and enjoy the large cock in her pussy... fucking her.

"Say something, you pervert!"

"Yes! Yes, it was me." Joey admitted, feeling little guilt. "I have heard you screw all those older guys. I saw you screwing the younger guy at the door and then others through the window. You like to fuck, mom! You don't care who you give your pussy to, so why shouldn't I have it?"

"Didn't you given any thought that I might become pregnant? Surely, you know that I make all them guys wear a rubber. Damn you boy! Why does your cock have to be so good!"

"I am sorry for that." Joey lied. "I was out of my head having you bare."

"Well, you can't have it bare... ever!" Jane retorted. "I feel like I'm going to die. I need to go back to my beds and lay down and stretch out, so if you're going to get it done, get to it."

Joey began to stroke into his mother with determination. It only took less than two minutes for him to groan his completion. His cock remained firm and he continued to stroke for a few moments before pulling from her slowly.

"I can't say a lot for your timing." Jane chuckled, as she was assisted in standing. "Help me get back to bed."

Joey unrolled the rubber off his cock and tossed it in the sink. He helped his mother back to her bedroom and into bed, covering up her naked body.

"Why don't you share my bed tonight." She offered. "When we wake up in the morning we can fuck some more. You'll enjoy the ride better when I feel like participating, which I'm sure I will."

"Okay. You go ahead to sleep. I'll clean the bathroom a bit. I'll see you in the morning."

Joey returned to the bathroom gathering up his rubber, taking it to the kitchen and trashing it. He returned to the bathroom and stared into the mirror directly above the sink. He pondered what had just transpired. He had boldly stuck his cock into her... his mother... and she had accepted their coupling and wanted it to continue. He began to stroke his firming erection. He looked into his own eyes as he shoved his abdomen against the rim of the sink, occasionally looking down as the skin pulled taunt over the domed head of his cock. He looked down one last time, watching the milky white semen spurt from the head of his dick. He studied the cum as he washed it down, then, washed his cock.

Joey slowly came to consciousness feeling suction being applied to his cock. He looked down to see his mother's head bobbing as her hands stroked his shaft.

"I thought you might come before you woke up." She said releasing him and maneuvering to straddled him.

Jane guided his cock, placing it to her and lowering herself onto it. Her moan was quite pleasing to his ear. She began to reciprocate her ass with a slow rhythm.

"It's only 6 o'clock. I took a quick shower. Do you like to eat pussy?"

"I love to eat pussy! Are you in a hurry?"

"Not at all."

Mother, atop son, continued to suck for long minutes. Jane would occasionally lower herself forward, pressing her ample breasts onto her son's chest. He would rapidly piston his cock up into her until both were breathless and lay still for long moments.

"Bring it up and feed me." He eventually directed.

Jane placed both hands on the wall above the headboard, her knees supported by pillows as Joey's head lay between the pillars, his hands supporting and squeezing her buttocks, as he gave her pussy a tongue lashing, her whimpering attesting to the stress of climbing the ladder. Soon, her body stilled momentarily before quaking violently. Her ass humped her son's head heedless of his ability to breathe. Her forehead rested on the wall as the orgasm slowly slipped away.

Joey maneuvered his head from beneath his mother, sucking in badly needed air. Pulling at her legs and hips, he positioned her on her back, placing himself between her legs, that lifted with the inner knowledge of what was expected of her. He cradled her as she reached for his cock, putting it to her. They coupled easily and he began to fuck her with a moderate rhythm.

The room had been only dimly lit at the beginning of their incestuous play. Now, 7:10 the room was fully illuminated by the light coming through the two windows and the door that had been left wide-open, the light filtering through the rooms of the house and down the hallway.

Mother and son fucked passionately in the middle of the bed, amongst the sheets and heavy bedspread. Jane's knees were pulled back and moved in a reciprocating motion, giving her son a good ride as he pounded her ass, her ample butt cheeks flattening, into the bed. 

"Fuck me, Joey." She whispered. "Your cock is so good. Fuck your mother with that big cock."

"I hope you're not expecting to get up soon." He assured her. "I'm going fuck you a while. I'm enjoying your pussy. "

"I've never been more comfortable or been fucked better." She assured back. "I hope you don't mind if I come a few times?"

Mother and son fucked on. Joey mixed his rhythm up a bit, sometimes slow, sometimes in a frenzied, sometimes holding deep, often stabbing her deep, stabbing her relentlessly and repeatedly. His strength was fortified by his desire to fuck her longer and better than any man before him. His desire had brought her two orgasm since the one induced by oral. Her knees reciprocated with lustful enthusiasm keeping her heart, moaning banter and ass in the game. She would fuck her boy good. She liked to fuck.

They maneuvered to lie side-by-side, spooning, gaining a little rest as Joey stroked and Jane fingered her pussy until she groaned in another orgasm. Joey, without losing penetration, maneuvered her to her belly. She spread her legs wide, giving him access to her, as he pounded on her ass, shoving his cock up into her. To show her desire to be her best asset, she sought to gain her knees. Joey helped and was soon doggy fucking her with much enthusiasm, causing her to groan and grunt as he stabbed her deep. 

Joey felt the need to come. With his right hand on her ass, his left in the air, he rode her like a bronc.




It's Only Right, Isn't It



"Don't pull out!" She directed. "Don't you dare pull out!"

"Are you sure?" He quizzed, acknowledging what they both knew. He was not wearing a condom.

Sure, she was willing to risk a drop or two of his semen, allowing the pill to do its job. But a full blown eruption!

"Yes! Yes, I'm sure. This one time. This one time... to feel it! Just tell me!"

"Are you ready?" He queried within a few minutes.

"Yes!"

"Are you ready! Nowwwwwwww!!"

"YESSSSSSssssss!"

Joey's cock jerked once, twice, three times... really hard... shooting deep into her pussy... filling his mother's belly.

"I feel it! I feel it, baby." Jane exclaimed, in a lustful tone. "Just this one time. Just this one timeeeeee."

Then she was quiet, holding position but her body relaxing.

Joey held deep for long moments, then, slowly pulled out of her and maneuvered her to her back. He pushed her legs back and looked down at her pussy. He hurried from the bed commanding her not to move. He returned holding a large hand mirror he had retrieved from the bathroom. Clambering between her legs, she having held them a loft, he positioned the mirror and gently pried her pussy lips apart. 

"You really are a pervert!" Jane chuckled, as she stared into the mirror.

"As much as you wanted it, and said you could feel it, I thought maybe you would like to see?"

"My pussy is an angry red, big lips and ugly, but look at that! You must have come a good load in me."

Jane reached with her right hand and extended her forefinger to touch the large amount of white semen oozing from her.

"You're still hard enough! Stick it back in me. Come on! Hurry!" She directed.

Joey tossed the mirror aside and scooted closer between his mother's legs, guiding his cock into her.

"Ahhh! Fuck!" She moaned as she dragged Joey atop her. "Do you feel it? Do you feel that warm come wetting your cock. Lets fuck some more, Joey!"

Joey was caught up in her incestuous passion and lust to fuck. Gathering her up in his arms, he began to fuck her with a desperation he had never felt before. 

Jane found renewed energy and met his thrusts with wanton desire.

After fucking long, long minutes, Jane obtaining another orgasm, Joey adding more cum to the goodly amount already in her, mother and son lay side-by-side holding hands.

"What in the hell have we started, Joey?" Jane sighed.

"I will go along with whatever you decide as long as you let me have some pussy occasionally." Joey offered.

"Oh, I think it will be more than just occasionally." Jane chuckled. "I just don't want you thinking or trying to change the status quo. I've never been happy with just one cock in my life. There will be others... just like before... though I don't think there are going to be as many... and I certainly don't want me to be your only source of pussy. I don't like being pressured. I suppose we will just take it one day at a time and I'll make the rules as we go."

The following weeks proved fruitful for Joey. He never tried to fuck her bare, content to wear a rubber.

Jane, as she foresaw, and to Joey's satisfaction, brought home few less suitors than she had been prone to do.

But she has something gnawing at her.

"I'm going to see your grandfather for about a week. I know you would like to come but I'm not going to take you this trip. I promise we will go back down in a few months. I'm leaving real early so if you want some pussy be home at 9:00 tonight."

Fucked well, looking forward to seeing her father, Jane left the house for the walk to the bus station. She carried only her handbag as both she and Joey had clothes closeted at her father's. Normally a 20 minute walk if walked briskly, Jane decided to zig-zag down two additional streets and walk slower in order to show off her seductive, hip swaying, walk to any neighborhood man who might observe her passing. As for any wife? Their jealousy would be icing on the cake. The bus driver and any other man she may note would undoubtedly look at her with desire in their eyes, feeling envy for the man sharing her bed.

"It's been a while since you've come to see me, Jane." Don said, as father and daughter settled onto the sofa to watch TV, after having a very nice dinner that Jane prepared. "I've missed you so much."

"I'm sorry, Dad." Jane returned. "Work has been hectic and Joey is a source of distraction. I have missed you too."

Father and daughter watched TV for a couple of hours, chatting occasionally. Jane was soon snuggled up against his side, him, stroking her knee then thigh.

"Are you and Lois still an item?" She inquired.

"Yep!" Don answered, chuckling "Can't get rid of the old witch."

"So, she's taking good care of you." She asked, reaching to stroke his crotch, feeling it firm up.

"She tries, but I'm extremely happy to have you visiting."

"You said she sold her car?" Making reference to the possibility of Lois stopping for some evening cock.

"Yes. You need not worry."

Jane felt she had waited long enough. She fumbled with his zipper, pushed her hand inside his chinos, tenderly struggled inside his briefs, and pulled forth his erect cock. She began to stroke it slowly, "does that feel good?", and did so for long minutes, causing his right hand to seek and rub her moist crotch. "You're making me so wet!".

"Dad, I think I will go take a shower. You will be coming to bed soon, won't you?" Jane said, releasing his cock, patting her father's arm, then, gently pulling his hand from beneath her skirt.

"I tell you what, darling. I will go a long with you and wash your back. We can use the master bath in my room and sleep in my bed. If you're agreeable, of course."

"I'm much more than agreeable, Dad." Jane replied with a loving smile, offering a loving hand.

62-year-old Don sat on the toilet seat watching his daughter undress. Jane undressed slowly and provocatively, flirting with her eyes and hips. She had done this many times, discovering early on and hence relishing in the power her feminine charm had over her father, causing him to smile like a mischievous young boy, seeing something he shouldn't. In past years, with her mother only short yards away confined to bed, she had used her charms, just as now, to get her father's consent for this or that, including marriage, assuring him he would not be forgotten.

Having stripped nude, Jane moved close to her father, standing between his parted knees. He reached to palm her buttocks, kissing her lovingly over the front of her belly, working up to her breast to suckle her nipples, alternately.

"You are a helluva woman, my dear. Getting older as only added to your ability to make me feel faint with lust for you. I love you dearly and feel very fortunate for your compassion. Your mother understood. I know, because I told her near the end."

"Why did you never tell me this?" Jane questioned.

"I wanted to but your mother asked me not to... said it would only muddy of the waters. I told her that we never actually coupled... never would. She said she had felt selfish... selfishly concerned about me getting married again, screwing another woman. I think she actually felt better knowing... you and me... "

"Dad...! Get undressed and join me in the shower.

As they had done so many times before, she giggled and laughed as her father scrubbed her from head to toe. Squatting, he lightly stroked with the soapy rag and lingered at her oddly peaked mound, topped with a neatly trimmed forest of blonde pubic hair, poking his nose in it. Underneath it was void for half-an-inch until it spring forth in all its glory covering her vagina.

"You are so sexy!" He exclaimed, kissing and nibbling on her buttocks, running his tongue up the crack of her ass.

"I'm getting old and fat, and you know it!" She returned.

Having finished being scrubbed, she took the washcloth from him and began to scrub him vigorously after soaping the rag. She soon arrived at his firm erection. It was not awe inspiring. It was thick enough but just a mere 4-1/2 inches long. But, it was not its size that mattered in this relationship. Nor, had it been in her. Her father, true his word, had never asked are tried to coupled with her. She loved him even more for that and now, after fucking, Joey, she felt, not wanton, but in the moment, her incestuous conscience clean, she was going to give her dad his just reward.

Arriving at his erection, Jane squatted and scrubbed the shaft, and under his balls, gently. She then took it into her mouth, sucking on it for a few long minutes, until he was groaning.

"Lets go to bed, Dad." She said, standing.

Her back to the bed, she drew her father close to her. He was a few inches taller than she and he embraced her warmly. She snuggled long moments against his chest.

"Dad? I'm going to lay down. I want you to please my pussy. Then I want to come up and get between my legs. I wiIl place it for you and I want you to put it in me... I want us to fuck."

"Jane... my darling... are you sure?"

" I am very sure, my love." She whispered lovingly. "And for this one time visit it all will be natural."

"I've waited so long for you to offer me your treasure!"

Jane turned and kneed herself onto the bed, feeling her father's hand palming her left ass cheek. She placed herself in the middle of the bed and arranged the pillows. She watched her father move to the bottom of the bed, crabbing his way up as she spread and lifted her legs. It was all there for him to see and joy in, knowing, this time, he would stick his cock in it. He did, study it, reveling in its taboo, for a few moments before easing his palms under her ass, putting his face to her pussy. She moaned involuntarily as his tongue began to explore her treasure.

"OHHhhhhh! I've missed your tongue so much, Dad!"

Minutes ticked by. She lifted her head occasionally to watch him giving her oral pleasure. Her hands ruffled through his white hair. And then it happened! She knew it would! He seemed to always know when it was time... time to lift her ass and stick his tongue into her!

"Aaagggggg FUCK!" She loudly voiced her pleasure.

Many men and eaten her pussy. Only her dad had ever put his tongue into her... tongue funking her as her ass humped his face. He returned to her clit repeatedly, only to stick his tongue back into her, pushing her legs back, his head bobbing, her ass shoving.

She wanted it to go on forever, but it could not, and did not. She fought the orgasm as long as she could! With distraction, with a feeling of defeat, with incestuous glee and greed, the orgasm gripped her and her ass lifted off the bed, her father striving to keep his face and tongue to her. Her body collapsed after long, long moments. She was breathing heavily, her ample tits bobbing slightly, her belly, baby fat, rolling.

"Damn! It's a bitch getting old!" She said in a labored tone. "Come up, Dad!

Jane reached to take hold of her father's erection as he maneuvered up between her lifted legs. She placed it to her well lubricated hole. He hesitated.

"Dad! Put it in me! Push!" She commanded.

With the last word, she shoved her ass upward just as he pushed with force. For her, it was an all-consuming penetration as it had been with Joey. Her lust was more mental. His, however, was both mental and physical. After all these years, he had his cock deep, as 4-1/2 inches can be, in his precious Jane. She was his true love, the source of his passion, the source of his incestuous lust, and the fantasy that generated his erection and his orgasm when fucking Lois or masturbating.

"Yes, Don! Fuck me!" She bantered. "I need it, Don. I need it hard! Harder! Grab my ass! Grab it with both hands and fuck my ass off! Yes! Yes! Damn you, do it harder!

Jane was very much in the moment. She will very much aware of her father's frantic desire to fuck her... to come into her. She became concerned for his well-being.

"Dad! Slow down. Slow down just a little."

"What's wrong, Jane! Am I hurting you?"

"You're going to have a fucking heart attack... you're fucking me like a wild man. Damn, it feels wonderful lets slow down for a few minutes and enjoy our first real fuck together."

"You're right, honey." He chuckled, releasing her ass and maneuvering to cradled her again. "I'm only good for one anyway. After I ejaculate, it will nearly disappear. I'm a feeble old man both mentally and physically and acting like a dumb-ass virgin." 

It might have been short but her father's cock was plenty thick and their moderate intercourse was beginning to have an effect, arousing Jane, once more. Jane loved to fuck! Don was experienced enough to recognize this and began to concentrate his efforts on placement of his shaft and penetration. With renewed enthusiasm, with the thought of giving his daughter a climax in missionary position, he was on his way to climbing the ladder himself. He would check himself until Jane came.

Jane was no longer "in" the moment, but "lost" in the moment. She had always thought that the length of a man's cock was the moving factor. Never again would she believe that! But was it its thickness? Maybe it was just the lustful sexual intercourse of daughter and father that had her climbing the ladder.

Jane was getting the long, lustful fuck she desired. Don's desire to make his daughter orgasm, his experience, the enjoyment, and his age kept him in check. The rhythm was on the slow side of moderate with the occasional hard stab. In addition, his thoughts, "what if her mother could see them now".

Jane was teetering on the last rung of the ladder. Her moans transmitted that fact to her father, causing him to carefully increase his rhythm, releasing, ever so slightly, his own desire to own his daughters pussy.

Jane's body stilled momentarily. Her moan was loud and animal like as her body quaked with orgasm. Don released his desire with a frantic race to completion. He moaned his own animal like moan of completion a few long moments after his daughter.

"Don! Don! Don! That was an unbelievably good first fuck!" Jane exclaimed with labored breath. "You know your stuff, guy! A real stud."

Her vulgar description of their first true intercourse caused him to inwardly frown while her second comment sounded demeaning, leaving him disheartened. Had he not taught her all things sexual? He had to admit that they both had grown older and maybe a little cynical of their lives. The times that Joey had accompanied his mother, Joey had given him a sketchy picture of his mother's life at home and her marriage to the longshoreman. He had vaguely hinted things to Joey. He found it hard to accept his daughter was bringing home strange men... sailors... but understood their older age. He knew her nature... she loved to fuck. Still, though a bit disillusioned, he maneuvered her over to her front and kissed her buttocks, biting them until she hollowed uncle. Who could blame him. He loved to fuck too. 

It was true, as he had told his daughter, that Lois took care of him sexually. What he had not disclose was that the woman, three years older than he, often took care of his needs under duress. Lois needed a bit of help financially. He was able to provide that little financial help and in return she spread her legs for him or sucked his cock if her joints hurt.

Don was not able to keep his erection strong over the next five days. Jane and her dad spent much of their time in lengthy foreplay, lengthy finger fucking, stroking cock and 69ing. However, the last night Don managed a lengthy, sensuous fuck, giving Jane two orgasms. Jane allowed her father to fuck himself to exhaustion, ignoring the possibility of a stroke or heart attack, him finally giving up, she, sucking him to completion.

Her father waited with her at the edge of the road for the bus. He thanked her for allowing him to finally fuck her, explaining why he had never pressured her was due to her mother's wishes. He praised her feminine ability and attributes, telling her how tight her pussy had been. He was exceptionally thick. Seeing the bus approach from some distance away, they quickly kissed passionately on the mouth and said their goodbyes. Jane promised to visit soon and suggested he purchase a pack of rubbers, making him smile.

Jane made the walk from the bus station with a brisk stride. She walked the most direct route. Her mind was not on showing off. Her mind had spent the last seven hours filing through the sexual time she had spent with her father. He was quite expert at pleasuring her! Now, her mind was on being on her back with a man between her legs, a cock inside her. The desire to fuck was so great that finding a sailor at a bar was not even a consideration, at least until she went home with the hope of getting Joey to service her. See hoped desperately that Joey would be home.

Walking through the door, she shouted his name and made a beeline for her bedroom, seeing him coming from the kitchen.

Joey lean on the door frame.

Jane began to disrobe.

"Did you miss your mother?" She quizzed, as she unsnapped her bra, releasing her breast, the nipples hard. "Did you me... real bad?"

"Very much. How is grandpa?"

"He's doing very well. Very well indeed. Get undressed. I'm so damn hot I'm about to catch fire."

Joey walked into the room as she began to undress. There was not much to remove... a T-shirt and shorts... he was commando. He moved in close to his mother grasping her waist and sucking on her right nipple as she struggled with her skirt.

"How long has it been since you had pussy or masturbated?" She questioned.

"Pussy 2 days ago." He acknowledged. "I jerked off early this morning. You don't have to worry about me. Just get your panties off."

Jane could not get into the bed and on her back fast enough. Joey followed her closely, touching her, dropping in between her legs as she spread and lifted them. As was customary, she took hold of his cock and placed it to her. They coupled and began fucking with a frenzied rhythm, both moaning, groaning and grunting like starved, depraved beast.

"Did you finally let him fuck you!" Joey inquired with labored breath.

The query took Jane by surprise. It took her a few moments to wrap her mind around the fact that her son knew, or did he just suspect. Thinking, the hell with it, "Your grandma? Well, you know about her! I felt obligated to take care of your grandpa sexually over the years... and he taught me. He had a strong need and I found I had inherited that need. We've done everything except actually fuck. I thought it was time."

"Did fucking me cause you to make that decision?"

"I suppose." Jane admitted. "If you and I are fucking, it's only right, isn't it? We'll talk about it later. Right now, I just want to fuck! Slow down a bit and lets just enjoy being coupled."



It's Only Sex



CHAPTER 1

Sonny McCain's fair hair always looked unruly, his pale blue eyes against a tan looked reasonably 'cool' but unfortunately his wide mouth drooped at one corner, meaning he missed out being handsome. However some females tended to think there was something about Sonny that was loveable. 

Sonny's two brothers and sister were highly personable and great looking but Sonny was his mom's favorite although she didn't know why. 

At the post-grad ball Sonny with his master's degree in business administration didn't have one partner; he had two. Both fellow graduates, Becky and Karen, had wanted him to partner them so they approached Sonny together and asked him to pick one of them. He grinned.

"Look I'll take you both but one of you will have to disappear after we leave the ball."

The two women shrugged and smiled as if they already had worked that out. 

That night proved to be a defining point in the young man's life, teaching him that the conventional attitudes to sex were unnecessarily restrictive and that three could be just fine in certain situations. 

* * *

Sonny's father Grant McCain owned and operated the 'Paddington & District Star', the city's evening newspaper that was struggling to survive against the national economic decline affecting evening newspapers because of television and social changes. The Star also had strong competition from the 'Billingsgate City's Morning Enquirer' in the larger city only sixty miles to the north. Once Sonny gained more experience in editorial Grant intended to reduce his involvement to being company chairman and managing editor, handing over the very profitable commercial printing side of the business to Sonny who would eventually head the company. At least that was the plan.

On his first day at work Sonny's mother Peggy dropped him off at the office; after six years fulltime at university of rising early and falling asleep late he had a new regime to learn.

"Right darling," said his mother kissing him fully on the lips, her hand placed over his heart and her own heart pounding because of such close contact. "Do what you father says and don't go around lording it because you are the proprietor's son."

"Okay."

"Come on, give me another kiss."

"Aw, mom."

"Don't you love me anymore," Peggy said, eyes dilating. 

"Sure do mom."

"Well kiss me, put your hand on my breast; you know that sends shivers up me."

"Aren't I rather old for this sort of full on mother-son thing?"

"You'll make my cry darling."

"Aw, we can't be having that, can we? Are your tits getting bigger?"

"Breasts darling. Yes, I'm putting on age weight all over. Haven't you noticed?"

"You still look perfect to me, mom."

"Oh you devil, now off you go and have a nice day."

Sonny went off thinking his mom really had to wean from him. The other day when he arrived home he had this distinct thought that she came within an ace of attempting to take him to bed; all the signs where there. Perhaps she needed professional counseling?

Since the age of fourteen Sonny had worked on the newspaper, starting in the printing works first for pocket money and accepting as heir apparent he ought to observe carefully how everything worked and pick up skills and as well become educationally qualified to become a top businessman. That was fine by him; he had no intention of leaving Paddington. He was left as the only sibling interested in carrying on the business started by his great-great-grandfather. His two brothers lived overseas and his sister was a junior partner in a law firm.

Sonny turned to wave goodbye to his mom in the car who was looking at him, wiping her eyes. He then headed inside the building to editorial.

Chief reporter Tim Giles looked at Sonny approaching and then looked pointedly at the huge clock that ruled the newsroom routine: it was 9:10. Start time was 7:30.

"Out finding an early-morning front page lead without the benefit of my guidance McCain?"

Sonny looked at the veteran newsman and said, "Tim, please give me a week to adjust my time-clock. Then I'll be revved up to fulfill you every need as my boss. How's Nancy?"

"Pregnant but it couldn't have been you; I'll mangle the scumbag when I find him. She's marrying Ivan Hurst."

"Wow, she's lucky; she adored him at school. How did she manage that?"

Tim lowered his voice. "His mother and I are, how do you say, wink-wink."

"I've learnt at university it pays to have influential friends in high places, Tim, but didn't realize that's how you rope them in."

"Smart-ass and call me Mr Giles in the office understand?"

"Yes Milord."

Tim hid his smile and looked at the list of assignments on his computer screen. "Let's see if we need someone to walk the city sewers with an inspection team."

Sonny looked uneasy but his face changed to relief when Tim said he should accompany Muriel White and photographer Jess Macdonald to a meeting at the Chamber of Commerce offices.

"I know Jess but who's this Muriel broad?"

"We only employ ladies in editorial McCain apart from you. Over there in the corner wearing a jockey's hat."

"I think it's a fashionable hat imported from Italy."

"Do you want to become our fashion reporter?"

"Hell no."

"Then keep your critical comments to yourself."

"Yes sir, Mr Giles."

"That's better. By Friday morning I want you starting like everyone else here at 7:30; is that understood."

"Yes sir, Mr Giles."

"Miss White?"

"It's Mrs White. What do you want?"

"Er I've forgotten," Sonny sighed, dragging his eyes away from her gaping cleavage; he was ready to roll. "Oh yes, I'm new and Mr Giles has coupled me to be with you today."

Muriel looked up to take a real interest and flushed. "Oh God," she wheezed. "Coupled?"

"Pardon me?"

"You're the boss's son, aren't you? We were told to expect you and to treat you as a spy."

"And?"

"I'll make up my own mind," Muriel said, reaching across her desk from her handbag.

"You can trust me. If you decide to have a piece of me I won't breath a word to your husband."

"You're cute sonny, but not that cute. What's your name?"

"Sonny."

"Your real name smart-ass?"

"Sonny!" screamed photographer Jess Macdonald racing up, camera bag bouncing against her very ample right hip. She grabbed him in a bear hug and smeared his face with lipstick. "It's so lovely to see you again. I knew you were starting with us today; keeping gentlemen's hours I see. You've met Muriel. She's new and very sweet but, alas for you, untouchable I believe."

Turning to Muriel, Jess said that she and Sonny use to be a number until the field came into his focus. "Oh, and of course when I started putting on weight. He likes them slim with big boobs... er, just like you." 

The slim and big boob Muriel stood up and said, "Well, that's of no interest to me. Let's go gang."

"Oh goodie," Jess burbled. "We have you for the morning Sonny; how lovely."

They walked to the meeting room late because the two women kept looking in store windows.

The chairman stopped talking to glare and then announce, "The Press has arrived. Because the Chamber is a democratic society they are entitled to report anything they wish unless you rise and specifically ask me to rule that any particular comment is confidential and ought not be published. You abide with that don't you, er, Jess?"

"Yes Mr Philips-Brown, my colleagues and I agree."

A group of farmers had applied to the City Council to run a Sunday market; the Council had agreed subject to approval of the Chamber. The meeting was between retailers against the move and representatives of the farmers seeking the Chamber's endorsement.

The issues were discussed and a deadlock reached. "Well unless anyone has anything further to say I'll have to deliver my decision on behalf of the Chamber," Mr Philips-Brown advised.

Sonny, with his mind newly trained to approach problem-solving by paring it to main issues and pushing emotion to the side and then progressing analytically, raised his hand. 

"I'm sorry young man but you have no status entitling you to speak," the chairman said.

One of the two Chamber members sitting on the panel with Mr Philips-Brown said: "Let him speak, Herbert, He's Grant McCain's youngest kid whose arrived back with his degree and will be running the Star soon and will doubtless become president of this Chamber one day. His name is Sonny McCain. 

"Speak Sonny."

"Mr Philips-Brown, Billingsgate has had two farmers' markets at weekends for as long as living memory and both are very successful and well-liked. I suggest this deadlock between our farmers be put to test to determine when opposition by retailers who are worried about noise, mess and the attraction of undesirable people is justified. Advise the Council of the concerns of retailers and suggest the market be licensed for a month's trial with the condition imposed that the stallholders' group engage street cleaners on contract at the group's expense and undertake in writing to pay any costs the council wishes to pass on for the reinstatement of Fitzherbert's Green. For that of course the group will need a guarantor. My father will gladly accept that objection as a Saturday market will add character to the town square."

"Thank you Sonny," said the chairman, looking over the top of his brown-framed spectacles.

"Good work Sonny; he's smiling so your suggestion will be accepted," Muriel said. "As soon as Jess takes her pic of the two leaders with the chairman you grab the happy farmer's chief and I'll take the disgruntled retailers' chief; we'll only want thirty or so words of strong quotes from each of them."

The farmers' group leader Ben Hackshaw shook Sonny's hand while slapping him on the back. "Well done young man; I couldn't see that deadlock being broken and knew the panel would feel obliged to take the side of their own members under those circumstances. You're a hero and must come to the opening day of our trial."

Sonny thanked Mr Hackshaw and after tossing the farmer a few questions was finished. "My daughter is searching for a good-looking bloke like you. She's just graduated from agricultural college and has found most of the guys she knew before going away are either married or turned gay. Perhaps you should come to our farm and meet her."

"That's a nice thought, Mr Hackshaw but just tell her I'm interested and suggest she call me at the Star and ask for Sonny McCain."

"B-but it's the guy who organizes the date?"

"Not necessarily, Mr Hackshaw; times are changing. My photo will be on the business section of tonight's Star as coming on board at the newspaper. If she feels her hormones react she'll call me."

"Now look here Sonny, I wasn't meaning she's looking for..."

"Nor I Mr Hackshaw. What I said was simply a figure of speech."

Just at that moment the chairman slapped Sonny on the back and leaned across in front of Sonny to shake hands with Ben Hackshaw, giving Jess her front page picture to go with the story Muriel would write, combining Sonny's contribution. 

Meg Hackshaw walked out to the roadside mailbox to fetch the afternoon newspaper for her mom. She didn't bother unwrapping the plastic protection membrane because she was gloomy because nothing simply nothing was going on around here once she came in from working on the farm.

"Thanks darling," smiled her mom Rowena. "It's so lovely having you home again. We must throw a welcome home party for you."

"Who will come, married men with their trophies?" choked her daughter, turning to go to her room.

"Oh Meg, look at this. Your father is pictured on the front page and who's this hubba-dubba."

"A what?"

"Um, a good looking guy who could... well... let's say a good looking guy."

"Let me see. Ohmigod it's Sonny McCain. He's back in town. I went to high school with him. He's so cute."

"Who's cute? Talking about your father again?" Ben sniggered, arriving on the porch off the kitchen.

"You take off those dirty boots and that ridiculous smelly hat Ben Hackshaw, snorted Rowena.

"I always do," Ben laughed and can prove it; I haven't been hit by your rolling pin in years.

"Grow up you two," Meg smiled.

Ben whispered to ask Rowena what had brought Meg's good humor back. Rowena shrugged and said she had no idea.

Meg was pretending to be reading the sports pages when her father picked up the news section, waiting for his coffee.

"Oh, look at this. I've made the front page again but this time it's not to complain about the weather, lack of water, fallen prices or bird 'flu. Don't I look handsome?"

"Almost, especially without that ridiculous hat," said his wife.

His daughter asked casually what did he think of the male reporter. Ben, busy reading the story, said he was okay and then remembered something.

"Oh, Sonny said for you to call him if you want a date."

"What!" shrieked Meg and Rowena.

"Oh daddy, I'll die. You told him I've been unable to find a guy?"

"No, I'd learned he was just back from university and said you'd just returned from ag college and found it tough socially because all the guys you'd known here were now either married or had turned gay."

"What?"

"I threw in the gay bit to make him laugh. He has great teeth."

"Oh daddy, you've gravely embarrassed me. I'll never be able to go into the city."

"That's fine, we'll get more work done around here. There's at least twenty hours' work for you on the back-hoe in paddocks twenty one thru to twenty five for starters. Oh, he apparently is in the same situation of having to assimilate back into the community; he said if you were interested in saying hello or whatever you should give him a call."

"The cheek of him. It's the gentlemen who call when seeking a date," Rowena said.

"Oh mom, times have changed. If a girl wants something these days she does something about it."

"Well he's not getting anything off you young woman."

"He wasn't been offered anything mom. He'll know the rules. It stays locked up unless I give him the key."

"Meg!"

"Down mom and be a good girl. This is the twenty-first century."

"Well, if you went to high school together how is it he didn't know your name."

"Perhaps daddy can enlighten us?"

"Oh, I only said my daughter without giving your name. Sorry Meg."

"That's fine daddy. Seven of my cousins named Hackshaw were at high school with me. Anyway, he wouldn't have remembered Meg Hackshaw as my tits were scarcely visible before he left for college."

"Meg!"

"Cool it mom."

"Very well dear. Are you going to call him?"

"Why don't you pass me the phone mother dear? And would you two not pant while I'm talking to him. This is embarrassing enough. But to avoid being pestered with questions I'll put the phone on speaker."

"Thank God you still have the grace to feel embarrassed," Rowena sighed.

Ben had found the phone number for Editorial on page two and read it out to his daughter.

"Sonny McCain please."

"We don't have... oh, I'm told we do. He just started this morning. He's gone home but will be over in the bar. Editorial head for the bar like flies as soon as the paper comes out. He has to buy the first round because his photo is on the front page... that's tradition. Oh, here's his cell phone number. I'm told he has been given his phone. Have fun talking to him. Alice has just whispered he's terribly sexy. Hold it, Alice will switch you through now. I'm new so don't know how to do that yet. Bye."

"Hello?"

"Nice front page photo of you with my dad Ben Hackshaw."

"Oh, you're the daughter looking for a free meal and drinks in return for hugs and kisses?"

"He told you that?"

"No, he said you felt socially ostracized."

"Liar, he doesn't know that word."

"What, felt?"

"No you fool, ostracized."

"Sorry he said something about all the guys being either married or had turned gay, I think the gay bit may have been a joke."

"It was. I regret calling you a liar."

"Can you think of a better way of saying sorry?"

"Yes take me out for a good time Saturday night."

"Okay, what's your name Miss Hackshaw?"

"Meg."

There was a brief pause. "Oh, skinny Meg Hackshaw with the big mouth who could run like the wind and swim fantastically."

"Big mouth?"

"Aggressive because you stood up to the guys, giving them better than the lip they gave you. You were the first female I ever heard use the word fuck. If I remember correctly your usual way of addressing us was 'you fucking louts."

"You remember," Meg sighed, waving frantically at her mom who appeared ready to erupt.

"A sporty girl with great personality even if you were two grades behind me. How could I forget?"

"I think I remember you," Meg giggled. "You best come in when you arrive to pick me up Saturday. Mom will want an inspection and dad will welcome someone to have a beer with."

"Okay 7:00 then. Just a T-shirt and jeans or do you want top shelf?"

Watching her mom nodding vigorously at the mention of formality, Meg deliberately said, "Let's keep the high rolling stuff in case we date again. I better go now, my mom is making me castrate yearling bulls that are annoying her heifers. Bye."

But instead of ranting, Rowena said gently, "You fucking idiot. He'll know we don't have yearling bulls on a cropping farm. What does he think of you now?"

Father and daughter looked at her, mouths open. Rowena never used bad language; never!

* * *

Sonny was pleased with his first day on the Star. "Front page on your first day. It's you who is the star," clucked his mother, smothering his face with kisses and pulling his hand on to her breast. His father was in his study. Oh God, thought Sonny, feeling the nipple up hard against his hand being pressed down on the breast.

"Mom, cool it. Go fuck dad. I'll get dinner ready."

"Sonny," she whispered, but he'd walked away. Now highly aroused by the rejection she went into the study and locked the door, much to the surprise of Grant who found his zip being pulled down. Normally sex was a bedtime activity. Obviously something he flicked her switch. Grant could have wondered, one of her women's magazines perhaps? 

Living in mixed apartments where the females expected the males to pull their weight with chores as well as to pull down panties, Sonny had become a very accomplished cook. He rather liked it because skill was involved. He'd not become very skilled at pulling down panties because his target usually had them down and unbuckling him in a studied drill of continuous economic movement to achieve their goal. 

As he prepared the meal he smiled at what he'd achieved on his first day. Everyone in the newsroom know knew him or remembered him and he'd received several calls from managers and supervisors in various departments to welcome him back and to congratulate him on solving the stand-off at the Chamber of Commerce to bring credit to the Star. Even his father phoned him.

He was aware that Muriel was finding it hard to continue her indifference. Back at the office he'd stood behind her, watching her bash out her story and then leaning right over to help proof read after she'd added his contribution. Her body had heated up in the rush to meet the deadline and, he guessed, because of his very close proximity, and the heat released more of her applied perfume and some of her natural perfume, and that combination appealed to his natural instinct. 

She'd turned to say that was all, she was sending the story through to the news editor when she noticed his gaze centered on her lips. Sonny heard the tiny gasp and her full lips parted slightly, prepared for the kiss. But he smiled and pulled away and thanking Muriel for her cooperation and great assistance. He'd decided she was married so must not be lead her astray.

* * *

Tim Giles had approached Muriel and Sonny after they'd filed their story. 




It's Only Sex



"Jess briefed me about what happened at the Chamber. Congratulations. I had decided to team you with Joanne Bassett Sonny but as Jess reckons you two are already working hand in glove you may occupy this desk beside Muriel in the morning. I'll have someone transfer Debbie's stuff later. You guys are needed over at the bar in half an hour because you'll be shouting the first drink for everyone Sonny as the news editor has decided that pic of you and two other guys at the Chamber is going front page along with Muriel's story. It's not wise to do anything that results your pic going front page."

As Tim had walked away Muriel said, "I'll go halves with your bar tab."

"That's very generous of you but I must decline. There's a tradition to maintain. Do you mind being paired with me?"

"I suppose not. You appear to be okay."

"Gee thanks for that enthusiastic response."

They laughed.

Thinking of what his parents were doing in the study and Muriel taking her great tits home to her husband, Sonny sighed. Why wasn't he getting any? He gulped when the image of his mother come to mind and shut that out, quickly. Perhaps he would be lucky Saturday night and mused that perhaps Meg had filled out in recent years.

Dinner was a winner, his parents mightily impressed. Sonny's phone went.

"Sonny McCain."

"Hi, it's Muriel. I'm going out for a spa on the deck soon. It's a lovely evening. Want to join me. Don't bring anything."

"Okay. I have your card so know where to come. I'll be there in fifteen."

"Mum, can I borrow your car?"

"Take mine son, that caller's voice sounded female. You may want to impress her. I'll be transferring a company car and parking spacer to you tomorrow. It will be only a basic model at this stage. As you work up the ladder your vehicle will be upgraded."

"Thanks dad. It's just a social visit so I'll not have to impress. Anyway she's married and her husband will be there."

"Ah, that woman Muriel you worked with on assignment today," said his mom. "She's too old for you anyway, must be thirty-five. She sits in the far left of the newsroom Grant."

"Ah, that one. Nice lady and I've been told is settling in well. She's being groomed to become assistant chief reporter when Tony leaves for Europe."

Muriel arrived at the front door dressed in a white robe, carrying a bottle of sparkling wine and two flutes. "Hi, come in and follow me Sonny. I'm so pleased you could make it. This is my husband's poker night so he won't be home till well after midnight. You'll have to meet him some other time."

She'd not paused at the door for Sonny to kiss her. Driving over he'd thought whether it would be proper to kiss her on the lips. He'd decided to play it save and kiss her on the cheek as she was ten years his senior. Well he was now even more confused, left with the idea that if hubby wasn't home she'd invited him over to make whoopee in the pool. He had two questions about that: Did he want to commit adultery and would having sex with her improve or spoil their working relationship?

The questions remained unanswered as they walked through the house. It was clean, tidy and expensively furnished. Hubby was obviously in the money.

They went out through double wood-framed glass doors on to a deck and walked to the far corner where it widened and into that width was set what he called a hot pool and she called a spa pool. Well, whirlpool or Jacuzzi so what?. Some folk even called their hot tub a spa pool.

Muriel handed him the bottle with the unspoken request to open it. She placed the glasses at the edge of the pool and then stepped down on to the seat, facing him and disrobed.

She was naked.

She was pushing her long black hair back. Her big breasts drooped a little but looked amazing. Her belly was gaining the rounded shape and she sported an auburn thatch between thighs that were a tad heavy but all in all it was a good look.

"Don't wear shorts unless you feel uncomfortable without them," she said, sitting down.

Okay, he'd been to Frat parties where wearing a shred of clothing was considered to be disgraceful. This was fine. So he stripped off and turned to give her a full front although knowing he was half erect.

"Very nice," she cooed. "Let's have a drink."

An hour later Sonny left, feeling frustrated and very aroused. They'd had a beautifully relaxing time amid the bubble frenzy. When finally he said he'd better go Muriel floated her body to the surface and asked without emotion, "Don't you want me?"

He nodded, doing his best to look sad.

"Is it the adultery thing?"

He nodded and she sighed. "I took a big risk asking you here but I was interested in getting it from you."

After he'd dressed she walked with him still dripping through to the front door where they kissed. He felt the big soft breasts through his t-shirt, the nipples pressing against his lower chest as she opened her mouth. This was the final temptation. Sonny pulled Muriel's head down and kissed above her eyes and whispered good night.

He was not unduly worried about committing adultery, realizing he was bound to do it sooner or later. The big problem was he suspected Muriel was offering herself as an investment to help ensure future promotion. The truth was, he didn't think badly of her doing that, It was deceitful yes, but what woman's wasn't, he grinned, knowing that to be a huge exaggeration and casting men as being angelic. She should be marked up for using enterprise.

He walked into the kitchen where his mom was drinking herbal tea.

"Hi, have a good time with your friends?"

"Yes, but he was away playing poker."

His mom asked in a flat voice: "Did you have sex?"

"No, although can't say I wasn't interested."

His mom stood and hugged Sonny saying she was very proud of him because the woman was married. She pulled Sonny's hand and pushed it through the lapels of her gown on to a very warm breast and guided it right on to the thick, hard nipple. She then pushed her leg between his thighs and the image of her shaved pussy... that is if she still shaved it... filled his mind. Blood pressure roared in his ears and Sonny pulled away from his mother, ejaculating long bursts of sperm into his underpants.

Horrified, he steeled himself to kiss her ear and say "Good night mom", steadying his voice. He strolled off to the bathroom to clean up and felt his tension draining away. Thanks mum, he said, imagining she would be back in bed awaking his father for another round while over at the White's lovely home Muriel would be thrusting away with one of her toys and whacking the fleshy pad just above her clit intoning, "Bad boy Sonny; bad boy Sonny," 

* * *

Sonny's mom dropped him off at the office at 8:20 next morning, a big time improvement compared with the previous day. In the elevator three women in their late twenties rushed in giggling and halted uncertainly when seeing who the male was.

"Good morning," Mr McCain, chorused two of them.

"Hello Sonny," said the third, running her tongue over her top lip and pushing her bosom forward.

Sonny struggled to remember and then the image came, Margo someone. He'd caught her in the photocopy room about five years ago, bra and top off taking a photocopy of her tits. She'd spread for him on the table and then someone came in and caught them at it and complained but nothing eventuated because her male supervisor understood that was the alternative use for photocopy rooms.

"Hello Margo," he stepped forward and whispered into her ear, "Keeping it well used?" She giggled and her two companions were wide-eyed in awe at learning she knew the Big Boss's son, obviously intimately.

Sonny arrived into the newsroom cheerfully as he'd been greeted in a friendly manner by folk he knew and folk he didn't know but all seemed to know him. He realized, of course, that notoriety always lasts a lot longer than fame or probably more accurately being the newly-arrived Big Boss's son who had yet to prove he was anything but a great guy.

Tim the chief reporter looked at Sonny, looked at the clock and looked back at Sonny with almost a smile. "Mary-Anne please read Mr McCain's assignments for today."

09:00 News Conference

09:40 Routine calls for news to Airport, Bus Station, Rail Station and remember Lost Luggage checks.

11:00 Paddington Women's Guild Annual Flower Show Opening.

13:00 Ballet Class for Three-Year-Olds;

"Why the News Conference and why the crappy assignments Tim?"

"Mr Giles to you. The Big Boss wants you involved in editorial executive meetings including planning meetings and discipline meetings to, and I quote, further the depth and breadth of your career preparation, end quote. Do the rat-shit assignments with flair and I'll think about giving you something to get your teeth into Scoop McCain."

"Yes Sir, Mr Giles. Send precise instructions and contact details for each of my assignments to my computer, please Miss Smith."

"That has been done already Mr McCain. This verbal issuing of assignment details is to ensure Admin knows the instructions were received and understood. Admin is aware how slippery reporters can be in claiming they never received their assignments because their computer crashed or the instructions were incomprehensible. Do you have any questions?"

"No, I'll just slip off and do my nails. Do you mind phoning me an alert for the conference at 8.58?"

"Not at all Mr McCain. Have a nice day."

As Sonny walked away he heard Tim say, "Why are you treating him with respect?"

"He's the Big Boss's son."

"He's just a cog in the news machine. Treat him with contempt like all other reporters Mary-Anne."

Muriel his team buddy was resplendent in yellow and that suited her long dark hair. "Are you sorry we didn't get it off last night?" she whispered.

Sonny was tempted to say his mom inadvertently did that but thought better of it.

"My heart is shattered," he said, striving to present a bleak face.

"You rotten liar," she giggled. "You were scared, thinking I'd bee too much of a woman for you."

Well, it wouldn't have been the first time he'd found a woman with more go that he could handle.

"I guess so. When you are playing with yourself at nights just think of me."

"Now, now be a good boy. You are addressing an old woman a little inappropriately."

"I'm sorry. I came close to developing blue balls after being with you last night."

"Oh darling, I'm so sorry. You seem to have survived so I must get back to work. I've seen your assignments for today."

"Yes, apart from the News Conference tutorial I've been landed with crap."

"Tim is testing you, to see if your mouth is propelled by your ego. If you don't complain and do the basics competently he'll begin to give you more rope. Remember you are not a trained journalist."

"Okay, thanks for the advice mummy."

"Here."

Sonny looked at the 'thing' wrapped in a blue and white checked napkin. It smelt like food. "What is it?"

"If you used your brains and opened it you'd know."

It was an apple pie. Still quite warm.

"I baked it for you this morning. Despite not achieving what I was seeking I do admire you for not wishing to commit adultery. I rarely commit it but to tell you the truth and don't get angry with me, I thought if I seduced you it could pay dividends when I seek promotion."

"Oh Muriel."

"Oh God you're disappointed in me and now regard me as a whore?"

Sonny looked into her gray eyes with empathy. "You have a wonderful looking pussy; who am I to decree when you should use it and for what purposes."

"You mean..."

"Yes Muriel. I admire your discriminatory choice of target and the logic of your pursuit. A brilliant piece of strategy and I'm sorry I couldn't take up what was being offered me on a plate. Let us remain great friends and see if we can parallel the rate of advance in our careers in the pursuit of happiness. Providing you achieve professional excellence at all times I'll assist you whenever I can providing it is proper for me to do so. That's my promise and I expect nothing in return from you."

"Oh Sonny, I can't believe what I've just heard. I..."

Sonny excused himself and picked up his phone. "There's a fucking big clock at the far end of the Newsroom for idiots like you. What does it say?"

"Nine o three. Oh God I'm on my way Tim."

"Bye," Sonny said to Muriel, who handed him his notebook and pencil. As Sonny raced past the chief reporter's desk he gave the fingers to Mary-Anne who smiled at him sweetly.

Attempting not to show signs of sweating, Sonny entered the room and had to wait for editor Murray Hamilton to finish telling a joke. Murray then looked at the clock and said, "Gentlemen news doesn't stop for the world's readers but we stop for young Mr McCain here. The Big Boss want's him to attend all editorial meetings of note that naturally includes this one. Take the seat at the end of the table facing me Mr McCain and keep your mouth shut unless you can make an earth-shattering contribution. Your grandfather taught me how to kick ass so just remember that young man."

CHAPTER 2

Sonny rushed to the railway station with a photographer and photographed the stationmaster holding the lost talking parrot. "Asked him, 'Where do you live'?"

"9 Fisher Drive", said the parrot before the stationmaster could open his mouth.

"What is your name?" asked Sonny.

"Freda Nixon, Freda Nixon," squawked the bird.

Sonny looked through the Nixon's in the phonebook and phoned the number of 9 Fisher Drive. 

"Oh God, I left Freda on the train this morning," said Pearl Nixon.

The photographer took a very close-up of the station master with the parrot and the news duo then raced back to the newspaper where Sonny bashed out a delightful little caption story about Freda finding her own way home to go with the photograph he'd seen being taken.

Sonny checked his emails and opened one with his password he'd given Muriel, "Gone to cover Court. I love you, you gorgeous man."

A photographer came in. "Are you McCain?"

"Yep."

"Let's go. You've made us late."

A visitor from England was the guest speaker but she'd finished delivering it by the time the Star team arrived. Sonny recognized one of his mom's friends.

"Oh you're back home darling."

"Yes Mrs Smith. What was the most profound thing the guest speaker said?"

"Um, the rose is her favorite flower and deserves to be everyone's favorite flower."

"Thanks Mrs Smith... will catch up soon."

"Come on Ralph, I think I have the way of saving the day. Take as many pix as you wish but I want you to take one particular one."

"Okay bright boy save our butts and I'll buy all the beers you can drink this afternoon."

"Lady Llewellyn-Junkers."

"Yes?"

"McCain from the Star, the local newspaper. That's a lovely dress. A Jean Paul Gaultier original I daresay.

"You may daresay. How on earth do you know that? "

"My mom had one. He has a distinctive style."

"Come along Claudine, there are many people waiting to meet you."

Claudine asked the president to hold it for a little while because the reporter sounded interesting.

"I arrived late, too late for your speech."

"Well don't worry, the president took my notes but I have a copy," she said, digging into her handbag.

"That's a Fendi handbag I think."

Claudine smiled. "Somehow I thought you were going to say that. Here you are and yes it is. Is that all?"

"No, will pose spectacularly for us."

"What, with my top off?"

"Please Claudine, our VIPs are waiting."

"In a moment Rosemary, this young man is fun. Okay, I'll do anything for you and that's a rash promise, so don't abuse what's been offered."

"Please follow me."

At the rose stand by co-incidence Sonny found a rose had won champion of show. That didn't really matter but it would make the caption even stronger.

"I want you to take your jacket off, to show lots of arm and bare shoulder."

"Here, Rosemary, hold my jacket please."

Claudine smiled and asked Sonny would he like her to push the top of her strapless dress down a bit to show some curvature of bosom. He replied it was her choice, but if she did not to be too excessive because he wanted her to reach upwards holding the stem.

"Ah, the Mendoza painting that hangs in one of those Italian galleries. I can't remember which one."

"Yes, my grandmother has a copy in her library."

Sonny said to the photographer: It's now over to you Ralph: pick the background and angle that you know is best. Lady Llewellyn-Junkers will be holding up the rose with the stem level with her eyes; her head will be inclined to the right as she will be looking up at it adoringly."

"Aw, Sonny. I'm a newspaper photographer, not Michelangelo."

"You look after the basics, Ralph and I'll look after the rest." 

Sonny finally had every thing set up, with everyone crowding around behind them.

"Take a test shot, Ralph."

"Not bad," Ralph said.

Sonny stepped forward and said, "Just lift your chin up darling until you no longer feel the pressure of my finger. That's it, perfect."

"Take five exposures and a couple of real close ups Ralph and then rapid fire ten."

"That's it, Lady Llewellyn-Junkers," Sonny said. "Thank you very much for your patience and co-operation. We will give Madam President a framed copy for her society and please give me your card and I will airmail a framed copy to you in England."

"Thank you kindly, young man. Should we continue Rosemary?"

The assembly clapped her departure.

As Ralph drove back to the newspaper Sonny looked at the exposures captured electronically.

"Ralph, hand in whatever your choices are but I think you should include frame six -- it's the closest to the Mendoza pose."

"What's that?"

"It replicates a painting in an art gallery in Florence."

"Okay, I'll just hand in frame six and the head and shoulders shot of her before you undressed her."

They raced back and filed their pics and story and then both went to the ballet class.

"Nothing much here," remarked Sonny. "Just a general shot I suppose,"

"Yeah, I'll take that then look around."

Sonny spoke to the director of the Afternoon Ballet Group for Tots. She expressed concern that roll numbers had dropped and they were close to being forced to terminate classes for tots.

"It's a shame really, "Belinda Copeland said. "Many of these tots have older sisters learning ballet and have this huge desire to ape them. It's the age to capture them."

They raced back to the office. Sonny wrote the story of the Afternoon Ballet Group for Tots saying the director of the group was worried that support for the facility seemed to be falling away.

He then quoted three mothers he'd interviewed saying it was a wonderful facility and they each said their three-year-olds were dressed in their tights ready to go from mid-morning.

Megan Jacks were quoted as saying: "My three-year-old has come out of her shell of shyness in the five weeks she's been coming to this class. She practices every afternoon before dinner with her sister who is in a more advanced class. I am amazed just how confident and agile my little one is becoming."

It was 2:12 when Sonny filed the story, just three minutes before deadline. Ralph came in with a proof of the shot he'd selected, saying the photograph were already being sized to go two-thirds over the editorial space on the back page.

"This pic is amazing Ralph," Sonny said in awe. "You really know your craft."

Ralph had persuaded a mother holding an infant to move to where her three-year-old was performing a stretch on her toes. All three in the frame, the wee ballerina student looking at her mom. Sonny quickly wrote out the caption, using the names Ralph had given him. Beginning, 'Look at me mom, look at me," cries...' 

"This pic is nothing," Ralph said proudly. "The illustrations editor says he'd nominating my photograph of Lady Muck with the rose in the regional awards for Newspaper Arts Photograph of the Year section. It goes under my name as photographer but I've insisted he add the composition is by you. He was amazed that you knew anything about photography."




It's Only Sex



"But I don't?" Sonny said bewildered. 

"I know," Ralph said, "but I wasn't about to tell him that. You make your reputation in this world from who people who perceive what you know and perceive what you have done, not what you know and what you do."

"Gee Ralph, that's pretty heavy."

"I know, My wife keeps telling me these things to motivate me. If it hadn't been for her I'd still be a photographic lab technician."

"It makes you think, doesn't it buddy. Women can be very interesting when they're not beating you back over sex or want to talk to you about receiving more money."

"I perceive you know a lot about women for someone who isn't married," Ralph grinned. "Remember, I buy you all the beer you can drink over at the bar later. I've never been pulled from the crap by anyone more expertly than you did today."

"Think nothing of it buddy, I was only interested in saving my own hide."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Mary-Anne came mincing down to Sonny's desk while he was eating his lunch, the pie Muriel had made for him.

"Mr Giles gave me this note for you."

"Thank you Mary-Anne. Now you listen to me: under most circumstances I'm not a violent man. But if you ever again maliciously attempt to thwart me from performing my job like you did this morning I'll plant my foot so hard into your backside that you won't be able to sit for a week even if it means I'll be booked for assault. Now don't cry, just regard this as a career correction. Okay."

"Y-yes Mr McCain."

"If Mr Giles permits you to call reporters by their first name you may call me Sonny."

"Yes Sonny. I do apologize. Would you like to take me out one night so I can make this up to you?"

"That is a kind offer. Perhaps a dance at the next editorial function and chatting over a drink will just as good."

"As you wish, Sonny. Let me know if you change your mind. I've heard the chief sub talking to the news editor. They agree you've had a great day today and this note from my boss confirms it."

After finishing his pie Sonny wiped his fingers and opened the note: 'In two days you have displayed initiative almost beyond belief and our newspaper readers have benefited by examples of classy reporting. You are busy meeting your deadline and I'm leaving to address a high school careers group so send this note to express my thanks for being one of my good guys. From tomorrow you'll be working on real stories. Tim.'

The phone went.

"Hi mom."

"Hi darling, have a good day?"

"A great day mom."

"Good, very father will be pleased. There's a couple of steaks in the frig. Your father and I are out to dinner tonight to the annual prize-giving of the Paddington Women's Guild. It will be a long evening but apparently the guest speaker is someone from Kent in England so I'm rather looking forward to it."

"Is Lady Llewellyn-Junker the speaker?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"I interviewed her today, another accidental front page story I believe. We ended up taking a great photo of her."

"We? You know nothing about photography."

"Ah yes, but I developed the pose for her photograph. See if you recognize it."

"This sounds intriguing. I do hope you are not strutting around that room like a big shot. You should just try to blend in."

"That's what I'm doing."

"Well bye, dear and I must get ready. We leave at 6:30 for the cocktail party proceeding dinner. It's a black tie event."

"Good, enjoy yourself. Oh mum -- do this for me. Wear your fake Jean Paul Gaultier and make yourself known to Claudia. She will become most interested in you and dad, attempting to find how your sired such a great guy like me."

"I almost decided to wear it before changing my mind. So for you darling, anything. Who is Claudia?"

"Lady Llewellyn-Junker. Bye mom."

Switching off the phone Sonny grinned, having just heard his mom exclaim, "Well I never!"

Although he'd had another great day, his second, Sony knew it couldn't last.

Sonny only had three beers at Ralph's expense and then told Ralph to go home to his smart wife who was trying to ensure Ralph went through life as a better person. "Many husbands don't have a wife who cares for their guy to that extent. They want them to make more money, yes, but have little interest in helping them to become a better all-round guy as far as I can see."

"I should introduce you but I'm afraid."

That mystified Sonny who asked why.

"The girls in our department say you are easiest the sexiest man in the building. For the life of me I cannot see it."

"Nor me, mate. Women get a thing into their heads and that's it. Actually I've heard this before but when I try to pin them down they become all coy and refuse to elaborate."

"Like a conspiracy?"

"Yeah, a conspiracy not to tell. Give her one for me, mate."

It was just before 5:00 when Sonny signed for his car at Supplies and Services and went out and kicked tires moaning that some people on long term unemployment drove better cars that this very basic sedan. It was fitted with a stereo but no AC. He blamed his tight-ass father for this humiliation. He stalked back to Supplies and Services and told the manager Greg Fyfe that the rat-shit car was not good enough.

"Orders from above."

"Then take the fucker back Greg," thundered Sonny.

"Gawd, you are just like your old man. I was told if you perform it will cost you. You can upgrade for $100 bucks a month for each level upwards. Here are the four available at higher levels."

"Just a minute Greg." 

Sonny called his father's unlisted number. "Hi dad, I'm just picking up my car. I'm not complaining, it's just that you'll be embarrassed at seeing me drive his heap of crap."

"Well, I've been reading your efforts today. A great day for you son. Put me on to Greg."

Sonny flicked the phone on to speaker and handed it to Greg.

"Let my boy choose Greg, lift him up a grade."

Greg showed Sonny on the computer the four cars that were available.

"I'll take the VW Eos."

"Can't do Sonny. There would be hell to play; it's loaded with extras and is a convertible."

"Greg you heard my dad say upgrade me. Remember you have at least fifteen years to go Greg. You'd like to humor your future boss, wouldn't you? I know you like me better than you do my father."

"Sign here," Greg grinned. "This care is one model up with some exterior trim and has air conditioning. Threaten me if you must but if I don't perform as I'm trusted to perform I won't sleep well at nights. This company is going to rocket into the twenty-first century when you take over Sonny but right now your father is in charge and my loyalty is to him. Wait here and I'll fetch down your new car. You won't be noticed in it and that I reckon is your father's intention. He wants you to experience life right from the bottom." 

Still stewing at being bounced Sonny pulled his temper under control and finally recognized Greg was a good guy with high standards. He thought more about it and realized he'd just learned something about Greg's moral being. He sighed.

Muriel phoned.

"Hi. I'm just back from Court and am reading the paper; another great day for you I see."

"Yep, thanks to your apple pie."

She giggled and then, "My husband Owen has to stand in for his chief executive tonight because of a clash of dates, probably poker. He has to take the CEO's wife to the Women's Guild flower awards dinner and prize-giving. Now this is an offer you simply cannot refuse, come round for dinner and bring condoms."

"No."

"Sonny, you can't do this to me; I've been thinking about you all day."

"I won't touch another man's wife in his home."

"Good," Muriel said, sighing with relief. "Well go to a cheap motel with a restaurant."

"No, you come to our home. You have the address on your PDA. Mom and my father are out. I'll meet you there at 6:45 -- they'll be gone by 6:30."

"That sounds lovely."

She was lovely also, arriving in a little black dress.

"You really have lovely legs for a woman of your age."

"Oh thank you," she said, but the smile was thin and he shrugged as if knowing why.

"May I kiss you?'

"You may. What's the program?"

"How does sex-dinner-sex appeal?" he smiled the smile that melted her heart.

"Sounds fine but really I don't wish to push you to adultery."

"You are a most fuckable lady Muriel and it's what I want."

They kissed and murmured to each other and patted rumps; he felt her tits and she played with his erection through his pants. All this was done without undue haste. Then Muriel dropped to her knees. Sonny groaned as she unzipped him and he turned to lean against the front door... they were still in the entry hall. He knew the tiles would be hard on her knees so suggested they move into the carpeted living room.

"Can't wait to get this adorable length against my lips," she panted, finally pulled it free, making Sonny almost double up in pain.

"Oh goodness, just look at this and it's all mine," she gurgled.

When the time came for Sonny to squirt, Muriel obviously didn't want to spray her dress so took it over her face and hair, without making any attempt to swallow.

She looked at him with affection, the face still overly red with desire and exertion. "Did you like that darling?"

"Yes," he sighed, knowing he'd broken his private promise never to knowingly have sex with a married woman. As far as he was concerned, a BJ was sex. He picked Muriel up and carried her into the dining room where he undressed her and laid her over the table. She'd been dressed totally in black and she remained in her stockings and garter belt because Sonny found her sexier like that. He rolled his tongue over her outer labia and stopped to remove a hair.

"You ought to shave or at least trim over your pussy," he complained.

"Would you like me to shave?"

"Yes, but what will your husband think?"

"Sonny, if we are about to enter a relationship I'll shave for you. I would prefer you never mentioning my husband when we are in this situation."

"Please yourself. I'll try not to talk about anyone else but us,"

"Please myself? I was talking about pleasing you Sonny."

"That's fine, do it then."

Muriel sighed.

But he did lick her out beautifully, so expertly that she didn't have to rub her clit to bring on ejaculation. She squealed to warn him, well the squealing was unstoppable and he surprised by not pulling away, His noisy lapping made her fire again. Red-faced and very satisfied she held his hair gently with both hands to signify just how pleased she was with him.

Sitting back in a kitchen chair, her heels on the bench and sipping a lovely off-sweet French white wine, Muriel watched Sonny at work preparing their meal. She couldn't fault him. From early years she'd thought men should cook. Well here was one who did unlike her father and the man she had at home. Her attention kept wandering to Sonny's buns, very pronounced by the partial enclosure of his mother's kitchen apron. 

He came over for a kiss so she poured a little wine over her right breast. He lapped it and they watched her nipple react, both grinning. Suddenly Muriel felt compelled to say it. "I'm on for a lasting affair if that's what you want. I make no demands and feel this desire has nothing to do with my future at the Star. For all I know it may cost me my future there."

Muriel tingled: the scene was set for one of those unforgettable romantic utterances but that was dashed. She was coming to understand what to expect from Sonny.

"That sounds great. We both need someone to fuck but unfortunately the alliance could cost you your marriage if we are found out, and the longer we associate like that the more likely we will be found out."

Damn him and his logic. For a moment Muriel felt like running from the room but her inner voice screamed, "And where will that get you?" Frankly she had no idea and then the thought came perhaps she could help develop his sensitive side. The poor guy may never have had a steady girlfriend to cherish because there always would be another female pushing in because of his winsome face. Yes, the poor guy. She decided to stay put and behave like a good girl, saying nothing, knowing she couldn't have everything and to stay calm and drink her wine.

When the meal was served she waited. He came, cupped her left breast and kissed it. He really was a titman. Then he did what she hoped he'd do. He picked her up and carried her to the chair beside his at the table, kissing her before he lowered her.

After dinner they had conventional sex, rather unspectacular really. What was missing was passion. Well it was very soon after a solid meal and neither had worked on stimulating their lover. But right near the end she squeezed with her internal muscles and watched the poor boy's eyes almost pop as he roared into release. He was also a good boy, having taken most of his weight away from her full stomach and then rolling off afterwards without squashing her. She rewarded that effort by masturbating him into a groaning heap of jelly. He seemed to love that and allowed her to towel him off without attempting to take the towel from her. She was sure he hadn't totally lost his strength.

Muriel drove home working on two aspects of their ongoing sexual liaison. She'd need to figure out how to increase their mutual passion otherwise the relationship wouldn't last because who really likes mechanical sex? The other problem was to keep their relationship secret, or as secretly as possible. She arrived at the empty house and after showering again went to the computer. With luck Owen would probably screw the CEO's wife so would come home and flop into bed without turning her over by the hip. Muriel searched for pages discussing shaving the vulva and, of more interest to her, the latest tips on shaved vulva maintenance routines.

She was reading when her husband arrived home at almost 12:30. Six-thirty to say midnight was a long time for drinks, dinner and prize giving but she made no comment and Owen offered no explanation. He kissed her, said goodnight and turned over yawning. She didn't smell the other woman Michelle on him but she didn't have to sniff to know, did she? He was so exhausted he'd not bothered to ask her about her evening.

CHAPTER 3

The next day 'the new Sonny' entered the newsroom at 7:20, knowing that because he wasn't a trained journalist, and experienced to boot, he'd a tough time ahead of him. Reporters were grouped around Tim's desk but he still managed to spot Sonny and glanced at the clock.

Muriel was at her desk, jacket off and combing her long dark hair. The sight of her taut shirt over the left breast stirred Sonny's well-used penis and he grinned, thinking would she like it now. Muriel caught the grin and her face colored slightly. A few minutes later Mary-Anne came down with Sonny's two assignments as a print-out and placed a packaged in front of him.

"For you," she simpered, running a hand down between his shoulder blades, a display that would not have escaped the notice of Muriel who knew the kid was only eighteen, but all she said after Mary-Anne had walked away was, "Aren't you going to open it?"

It was a nutty cake.

"Oh yummy," Muriel said. "I'll fetch a knife and two coffees." She was aware that being waited on softens a man's heart.

The remainder of the week was a grind for Sonny. One assignment was to report on a worker-employer dispute at a breakfast cereal plant. Negotiations on behalf of both parties were deadlocked and after two hours of inaction, Sonny asked for a meeting between the company advocates and union representatives where he offered to mediate. The two unionists laughed themselves helpless and one of the lawyers called the company CEO who ordered Sonny off the site and told him if he ever returned he would be cited for trespass.

Feeling more than a little upset about this Sonny returned to the office and wrote a story about the bloody-mindedness of intransigent worker-employer groups hopelessly locking themselves in dispute and rejecting a well-meaning offer by the Star to mediate. An hour later the story re-appeared on his computer with a terse note by the news editor: 'Rob our photographer on-site just phoned; the dispute is over.'

Sonny slunk off to lunch. 

On Thursday the Star published a retraction apologizing for naming a member of the public talking to the Mayor as being the Mayor's wife. Sonny apologized to the editor for his stupid error and received a phone call from his father who carried the title editor-in-chief, asking in a very serious voice was Sonny attempting to make a name for himself by inventing news.

"Come on love, let's go to a motel," Muriel said picking up her handbag.

"Oh dear," she said, looking at the flaccid instrument of sex in her hand while Sonny lay on his back, arm across his shamed face. "Well, let's see if mommy can bring an improvement."

She stuffed as much breast into Sonny's mouth as she could and licked inside his ear. Lifting up to look at his groin she smiled; it was working. Before too long she'd put a smile back on to his face. But once again their union lacked passion.

A mournful look re-appeared on Sonny's face as they drank coffee before leaving the somewhat tatty lair.

"There's something I must tell you," he said, bringing an apprehensive look to Muriel's pretty face, made all the more prettier by the faded wallpaper behind her.

"I'm going out with a young women on Saturday night. I knew her slightly at high school. Her father who is the instigator of the Farmers' Market has pushed us together. I made the date and still haven't sighted her. This occurred before you made your play for me to which I responded gratefully because there was no woman in my life at that time. I can't cancel honorably but it will be the first and last date."

"Nonsense," Muriel said. "I'm just into this for the sex and a little bit of affection. You have a life to build but I would love to occupy a little corner of it for as long as we share a mutual interest in each other."

Sonny eyed her almost affectionately. "Wow, that's some declaration."

"I can be quite powerful with words," Muriel laughed. "Also I can be very understanding and accommodating. All I ask from you is honesty and don't land me in crap."

"You've got it."

"You enjoy your time with this woman. Who knows, she may gain your heart."

"I don't think so she's a farm girl, although a graduate, and has a flat chest as I remember."

"We service a farming community. One-third of our subscribers are rural dwellers."

"One third, really? I wasn't aware of that."

"Oh God, to think that you are destined to take the reins of our company."

"People like you will continue to brief me. Then you really don't mind if I take her out and perhaps even end up in her bed?"

"No, I've already said that. And you may find this lucky young woman is not the skinny girl you remember. Some girls take a little longer filling out."

"You mean she could have tits?"

"God Sonny, you are so basic. Yes I do but please don't over-expect and spoil your evening."

Muriel said she better be going and stood up. Sonny came around, stood behind her and kissed into her neck. Muriel leaned back on to him, eyes close and displayed a beautiful smile that was lost on Sonny who had his eyes closed.

At the door he made his little speech: "You are rather a fabulous woman. You'll probably hate me for saying this but you are becoming like a very young mother to me. At twenty-five I still appear to be immature and in need of guidance. You have only been with the Star six months and yet you are aware of what's going on and think extensionally as the newspaper being part of a company rather than like most reporters, the newspaper being a vehicle to carry what you write. I'm thinking I can't get enough of you and by that I don't mean just sex. We are on the way, I feel, of becoming very great friends. Sorry about the young mother bit darling."




It's Only Sex



Muriel sunk a huge kiss into him and looking up, brushing aside his unruly hair, said what a wonderful thing to say to her. "Because I work all day then go home to do housework and cook dinner I haven't had much time to make friends. Most of our friends are Owen's. I knew I needed to make friends at the office and made a start. When you arrived at my side I automatically cancelled you out as friendship material but before the end of that first day I realized I needed a rethink. No, I don't mind at all being regarded as your young mom. Indeed I've used the term mommy on you all ready. Actually, thinking of myself as mommy when we are having sex could really wind me up."

Sonny brought himself to the verge of telling Muriel about his concerns about his mother's focus on him but decided that was something he should keep to himself.

As he closed the door Sonny said, "I'll never bring you to a dump like this again."

"I appreciate that," Muriel smiled. "I have so little real life at home that I would like to do things with you in style. I'll pay my way."

"Nonsense," Sonny smiled but that made him think.

After work the next day Sonny went by appointment to his father's office.

"Your presence has all but gone from the news pages. Teething trouble?"

Sonny colored. "Yes, real reporting is not a pushover and intensifies for someone who is not trained to find lead angles and see a story when it's not apparent."

"Quite, but Sonny I'm not over-expecting in your present role. What you are getting is a basic grounding with the advantage this time you are aware it's leading to bigger things with greater responsibilities. All I ask is that you get the basics ingrained into you.."

"Thanks dad. Those words are likely to make quite a difference to me. Now for the reason why I sought this meeting rather than wait to talk at home. I need money to by a small apartment.

"You want to shift out of home?"

"No, mom is adamant she'd like me to stay. She becomes lonely."

"Ah yes, she's been at me to place her back in a position here."

"That's a great idea."

"Not when I want to bring people home late afternoons for a leisurely drink and then a meal. She'll be too tired to perform well."

"Fit her into a part-time position."

"Where?"

"You're always growled that subscription management is handle poorly."

Grant rubbed his chin. 'Not a bad idea, the manager says he and staff have to give priority to complaints and distribution requirements."

"Quite so arrange for Tim to give me a day off reporting while I talk to that manager, look at how the department functions and then draw up a management plan with the involvement of the manager and place subscription sub-management under mom's control say working 10:00 to 2:00 basic hours."

"Brilliant as soon as you leave here I'll call Tim. Tell me, why do you want an apartment if you'll continue living home?"

"I'm knocking off a married woman dad."

"Muriel White. I thought she looked ripe for it."

"Hands off dad, find your own."

"Shut the door Sonny."

Grant told Sonny what Sonny had long suspected and probably his mom as well. Grant played around, usually women members from his business club and golf club, mostly younger single women but occasionally the married one such a Hilda."

"What, you bong Aunt Hilda?"

"Yes, surprised? You mom's younger sister is one of the sexiest things on two legs."

"Oh God, what if mom finds out?"

"With luck she won't unless you tell you."

"God no it would split those two apart." Sonny shuffled in his chair. "Aunt Hilda seduced me when I was eighteen. You're not to tell her dad; it was my first real fuck."

"We are men who hold secrets," Grant said, holding Sonny's gaze. "I maintain a small loft apartment for my assignations. Before me it belonged to your grandfather. It is behind a warehouse and you drive in and close the door, both of you never arrive or leave together. Ownership appears in company the company's books as storage for company records. Any new furnishings or maintenance that would not fit a storage area I pay out of my pocket."

"Wow, what a neat set-up. And you are about to offer me use of it."

"Yes, smart fellow. I'll get a couple of keys cut for you and two auto door openers. Keep them safe, away from prying eyes. I have that opener attached to under my car seat. All I ask is you always check with me that it's available to use as we won't want to double up and then you leave it clean and tidy after use."

"Thanks dad, you're a champion."

"One other thing: Are you aware that Mrs White was head-hunted to begin an editorial career here?"

"I did dad. She made that quite clear before allowing me to nail her and before doing that she also said that as it was my entry into adultery I could pull away and she would understand."

"Well fancy that. No longer do I have misgivings. She has a great ass."

"I know but I'm more interested in tits."

"I know, your mother has told me more than once."

Sonny flushed and matched his father's grin.

* * *

Sonny arrived at Willow Bridge Farm on time to make a good impression on what he suspected was a troublesome mother. He was now convinced Meg would be nubile and he agreed with Muriel, most people fill out as they grow older.

He eyed the unchained dog that appeared to be taking only passing interest in him and focused on the slim but quite busty woman who appeared dressed in a ball gown, Huh what was this?

"Welcome to Willow Bridge Farm Mr McCain. I'm Mrs Hackshaw but please call me Rowena. I am attempting to modernize but it's a struggle.

"Hi, I'm Sonny Rowena. What a beautiful name you have."

The woman clutched at the top of her chest and turned almost fire-engine red in embarrassment, murmuring, "How kind of you to say that." Sonny reminded himself to keep in low gear in his humor and not to be too personal with her. He retrieved the bouquet of flowers and small expensive box of chocolates and handed them to her. "For you."

"For me?' The scarlet face had returned.

"Yes, my mom taught me that moms are nervous when a young man arrives to take their daughter out for the first time so I should first put the mother at ease."

"Why thank you. You mother sounds very intelligent and wise. You said take their daughter out for the first time. Are you intending dating Meg out more than once?"

"I would think so, unless either of us has reason to nullify that reasonable intention."

Meg with cute curly auburn hair and an infectious smile came bounding out in T-shirt, jeans and platform sandals.

Rowena cried in shock: "Get that top off!"

Meg ignored her mom and darted forward to kiss Sonny on the lips softly and say hi. He'd noticed an interesting speed wobble under the T-shirt which halfway down carried the name in big lettering, 'Boob University'. 

Rowena walk up looking angry and asked why had Meg ignored her.

"Oh, sorry. You want me to take this garment off," Meg goaded, putting her hands on each side, ready to pull it over her head.

"No!" Rowena screamed.

Sonny jumped in for the chance of being a hero to a concerned mother.

"Meg, please go and allow your mom to choose something that she thinks is more suitable. It must be a T-shirt Rowena because everyone will be in jeans and tees."

As Meg was dragged off she turned and asked incredulously, "You call my mom Rowena?"

Father arrived on an all-terrain four-wheeler.

"Hi Sonny."

"Hi Ben."

"Let's go into the kitchen for a beer."

"Great."

No problem. Sonny thought at times women tend to make hard work of life.

Rowena returned to the kitchen followed by her daughter now in a T-shirt with a big image of the sun, with the lettering below it stating, "I like it Sunny Side Up.'

"What's wrong," snapped Rowena as the two men sniggered bringing a blush to the wearer's face.

"Nothing, we're just happy," Ben said.

"Ben, for goodness sake. You're all dusty and sweaty. Go..."

"Leave him be Rowena," Sonny smiled. He is a farmer and should look like one rather than a city slicker. One third of our newspaper's subscribers are rural dweller so it's only proper that we respect them and accept them as they are."

The Hackshaws gaped at Sonny. 

"One-third?" Rowena said as if greatly impressed. "The three of us were wondering what you and we farmers would have in common?"

"I worked between my first two semesters on a cattle ranch and the next longer break on a horse ranch to acquire hands on experience and also learn aspects of farm accounting and business planning. I know nothing about grain farming but am interested in learning."

"You can ride a horse and punch cattle?" Ben said, almost in disbelief. 

"Yeah, I get by and actually won a buckle for novice riding at a small town rodeo.

"Good God," Ben said. "Have another beer."

"Ladies may I fetch you two a drink," Sonny said, earning a smile from Rowena. 

Meg glared at Ben and said, "Off your butt dad; don't allow our guest to do your work for you."

Traveling to the city Meg said, "My parents gave me a neat pre-owned VW Beetle when I graduated. What did your parents give you?"

"Mom gave me twin hair brushes which I don't use, obviously. Dad gave me a silver hip flask which I use when I go to a big game with him."

"But your parents are rich?"

"I suppose so. Dad's a multi-millionaire and mom doesn't scrape for cents as she has her own inheritance. But neither spend an awful lot of money, Dad has a flash company car but it's over five years old now. In our family the whole point of giving presents lies in the giving, not the price tag. 

"That sounds lovely. Does you dad give your mom flowers?"

"Rarely."

"Oh, just like my dad."

"I buy mom flowers at least once a month. I sent them by tele-order when at university."

"And you brought flowers for my mother. She's so thrilled. We both think you must be a lovely man."

"Lovely? I don't think so. But it's quite easy to do nice things if you try. Open the glove box."

"Is your car being serviced?"

"I don't have one. Mom is waiting for me to ask her to buy one for me but I haven't asked because I'm having a bit of a problem with her."

Meg became really interested: "What sort of a problem?"

"Well, let's get back to where we were. Dad has given me this car as my company car since I am his protégé. But I have to start at the bottom and work up, a higher grade of car coming with each promotion."

"I guess he sees that as an incentive."

"Well, it's embarrassing driving around in this; I usually drive mom's Mercedes coupe. Until I rise to executive level I guess I best date girls with nice cars."

"My car is sexy and bright yellow."

"Good, you can pick me up if we go out again."

They both laughed, slightly nervously.

Meg opened the glove box without tearing it off its hinges.

"Ohmigod an orchid, as good as a graduation night one."

"Yes, it's not to wear on your bouncing boobs; it's for your bedroom. Oh God, what have I just said?"

"You like the outline of my boobs?"

He nodded.

"Then take a quick look," she said, pulling up her t-shirt. She was without a bra. "Red light!"

Sonny managed to pull up without thumping into the larger car stopped at the lights. "Phew, thanks."

"A close call. Did you get a good look?"

He shook his head and she pulled up her top again and held it up.

"Nice one," he choked.

"Actually there are two," she grinned. "Will we fuck tonight?"

"Er, could do."

Meg told Sonny she was almost out of her mind. "I was getting it almost every day, often twice a day, at college but since I've come home almost a month ago... nothing."

"I'll do my best to bring you relief."

Meg leaned over to the limit of her seat belt and Sonny moved a little towards her so she could kiss him.

They drove off and she asked was he going with anyone.

The truth or lie? Sonny had no problem telling the truth. "Yes, occasionally."

"Why only occasionally, if you don't mind me asking?"

"She's married."

"Jesus does her husband know?"

"I wouldn't think so. At least he won't know of my identify; she is very discreet."

"Good girl."

"Does that mean you approve?"

Meg thought about that. "I'm not sure whether I approve but once committed I would think proper procedure is to be discreet, very discreet. As you can imagine from what I said earlier, I'm not a lily white girl myself."

"We two sound quite a bit alike."

"My thought also."

Sonny decided they didn't have to go bar-hoping so asked would she like to be taken to a discreet place?"

"Where you take her?"

"I haven't yet."

"Okay."

"We'll not talk about her again, okay?"

"Okay."

Sonny asked Meg would pizza be okay for a snack. They could dine out late.

"My parents will be expecting me home by midnight."

Sonny handed her his phone: "Call them and say you could be home around 2:00 and that's non-negotiable. I believe your mom knows I won't place you in harm's way."

"I've never seen my mother react to a male other than my dad as she did to you this evening."

"It happens. I tend to ignore it."

Sonny drove towards his parents' home and dropped Meg off and handed her money for a bottle of good white wine and two pizzas. She was to stay in the pizza parlor until he came for her, explaining he had to fetch a key.

"Hi." said his father, disturbed from watching boxing. "Your date collapsed?"

"No, quite the reverse." Pointing to his mom who was asleep in her chair, Sonny beckoned his father from the room.

"She's a new graduate, missing her daily ration and really asking for it. Can I borrow the key to the loft and have the code for the keypad for the garage door."

"Son," said his father, slapping Sonny on the back. "You key and door openers are under you pillow. Have a great time."

"Thanks dad. You're being a great father to me."

Before Sonny finished parking Meg was opening the door, carrying the pizza and the wine bag.

"All set?" she smiled. "This is one of my most exciting dates ever."

"Me too," Sonny admitted. "I've never been to the apartment but I know its proximity."

They entered the apartment and went 'Wow'. From the outside it looked a dump; inside it was furnished exquisitely. Sonny thought his aunt, one of his father's mistresses, would have had a hand in this and the colors looked somewhat familiar. It was the perfect single person's apartment.

"A glass of wine and some pizza first ma'am?"

"That would be most acceptable. We do think the same sir although in this instance there were not alternatives."

They stripped, giggled and banged. It was all over in less than a minute.

"The shortest and one of the most satisfying fucks I've ever had," Meg said seriously.

"Too fast for me but it was you screaming, heaving and attempting to pull my butt right into you behind my dick."

"Sorry I was hot."

Sonny wiped his groin dry and grabbed their glasses and the wine.

They lay back, looking up at the intricate lofted ceiling with its heavy beams.

"No view but who wants a view in a very functional love-nest like this," Meg offered.

Sonny made the point: "Promise you'll never come here without me. I may be here with my lady and dad uses this facility as well."

"Yes, I promise. Is your lady Muriel White?"

"Yes."

"Thank you for being honest. I dropped in the other day to the foyer of the editorial entrance where all the photographs of reporters and photographers are in their own little display. I wanted to see what you looked like. I then looked at all the women, wondering if you coupled with one who would it be. I picked Muriel White but only reasoned she could be married but there was no indication she was."

"Why did you pick her?"

"Because she looked the nicest... quite good looking, she looked intelligent and has a beautiful smile like you do."

"Let's not talk about her again."

"Okay. Am I quite good looking?"

Still studying the ceiling Sonny said he'd never been with an auburn-headed woman before. He hair was so shiny and so lovely to touch. Her face was quite classically beautiful, marred only by freckles but in fact he loved her freckles. The green eyes were wholesome and he told her that.

"Wholesome?" she giggled.

"Yes wholesome. They are intensely green, bright and have the depth of honesty. You obviously take great care of your face. Your nose is thin and quite regal and your mouth is wide, framing beautiful straight teeth and your lips provide the finishing touch above your quite square and firm jaw; your lips are thickly kissable."

"Oh goodness, may I have a piece of this woman. Although rarely having touched a woman I could really relate hotly to the one you've just described. My breasts, so you really like them?"

"I do, perfectly carved and held proudly and it was a surprise to find no hair below your head. Your mom appears to be rather formal so I'd expected you would modestly have left your slit covered."

"No I blame my mom for my streak of defiance. There was a strong element of tomboy in me until I found the males at college were looking for femininity in women so I learned to conform."

"Well, an interesting chat. Since you've been on the shelf for a month, you decide how you want it."

"Doggy with you squeezing my tits and your allowing me to scream into orgasm."

"Have you tried anal?"

"Twice, with uncomfortable results."

"The same for me. Look what I have in my hand."

"Ooooh. Roll me over, Tarzan."

Sonny did his best to curb the excitement in Meg. He wanted her to experience a long session and for it to end with her half-exhausted, sated with a huge smile on her face.

He kissed, licked, sucked and worked his hands and she kissed and worked her hands on him until their hearts were pounding as if signaling it was time. When her nipples were rigid, the size of her little finger, and her breasts felt solid and swollen Tarzan flipped her over ready to fuck her doggy. There was no need to spit between the swollen lips that came into view as he pulled her back on to her knees, dragging her unresisting shoulders and head across the towel they'd thoughtfully placed on the bedspread; the moisture between the slightly opened lips glistened.

He straightened and with his length overshooting his left palm Sonny enjoyed one of the great moment of any man's life, watching with aroused anticipating as his fat dick slid between those parting lips while listening to the cat-like purrs as she felt the results of his silent endeavors.

Slowly he began stroking, playing her like a violinist's bow and she fell into his tune with her rocking motion. He refrained from slapping her ass during one of the pullbacks or reaching to play around her clit to avoid over-stimulating her. He wanted her to enjoy just a raw fuck and was confident the condom was up to the ultimate grind.

Eventually they both were sweating, as was to be expected, and then their heavier breathing mushroomed into panting. The slapping of their lower bodies in collusion sounded more lewd until Sonny found one of his hands being pulled on to her now bloated breast. Smoothly he brought in its companion to attend to her other side and began gently squeezing, allowing her rampant nipples to thrust between his fingers and that allowed them to be squeezed.

The wet slaps sounded more obscene and Sonny felt his balls become soaked as sweat mixed with her flowing lube mixed into an outflow.

Finally Meg began bucking back at him, grunting and gasping. She was well into countdown so he rolled slightly to the left, pulled his right hand free and brought it down in a powerful slap on to her ass.

Meg screamed and groaned into an all mighty release that must have almost turned her eyes inside out. She bubbled obscenities that would have been in reply to the unexpected thwack as Sonny bellowed into his pent up release. Gasping and wondering how he'd held on for so long had him shaking his head.




It's Only Sex



Sonny pulled up the quivering mass of jelly and adjusting fell on to his back, clasping her soaking breasts and thighs against him. Her tight curls were tickling his face as her hot breath filled his ear. She was faintly whispering something so he strained to hear: "I'll never leave you; I'll never leave you."

His strength was returning so he lifted Meg and saw she was weeping.

Sonny grinned: "What were you muttering?"

Meg, dripping his chin and neck with tears: "I never want to leave you; I'm yours for as long as you want me."

"Well, that's certainly something to think about."

She burst into heaving tears.

"Oh darling," he said, surprised that he thought to call her that so soon in their relationship, "I'm sorry to have teased you like that."

And then callously: "Whenever I'm in need of a fuck you'll be top of my choices."

She clung to him, her crying easing back to sobs.

They showered, ate pizza with coffee and then sat for sometime, she on his knee, playing with each other's hair and chatting, getting to know one another.

As they drove down the access track just before 1:30 Sonny saw a light switch on and then off again. "That will be your mom checking the time."

"Yes," she giggled. "You two are going to get along ever so well if you and I continue to see one another."

"Why will that not be, are you figuring going somewhere?"

"Oh no," she said, the light from the dash revealing her large rounded eyes.

"Don't even hint to her but let's see how long it takes before she invites me to dinner."

"She'd not done that before to any of my male friends but girlfriends yes."

"She will."

"When?" Meg asked as if consulting an Oracle.

"My guess is it will be dinner Sunday week," Sonny said confidently.

After the tenth requested 'last kiss goodnight' Meg said: "I feel such an absolute fool crying like a baby and talking that nonsense to you after coming like a water spout. I've never been so completed fucked."

As she went to close the door Sonny whispered, "Meg."

"Yes", she replied, opening the door.

"It was my greatest hope you'd say something nice to me, and you did about saying you'd never been so completely fucked. I put everything I had to please you to the maximum, to make up for those four weeks you spent on the shelf."

"Good night Tarzan," she smiled, blowing him a single kiss, the green eyes glinting from the light cast by his car headlights.

Two mornings later Meg made her usual breakfast time call, timed for when Sonny would be just waking up. She sounded very excited: "Mom's just asked me to invite you to dinner."

"That's fine, I'll be there. Sunday week is free."

"May I tell her you guessed?"

"Please yourself, but remember mother's can get rather excited with told things they believe are omens."

"Omens?"

"They are..."

"I know what they are. But who told you about that reaction?"

"I have a mother remember."

"Of course. And what did she interpret from the omen she received."

"That you and I will marry."

"Ohmigod, I'm sorry, I'm going to cry. Is that the truth?"

"Here, I'll give you her cell phone number. She'll be in bed but awake. She's been waiting to meet and talk to you. I've told her a bit about you and she said I never talk to her about 'your women' as she terms it. Then she said when I told her about your folk last night, 'This is an omen Sonny,' and slopped all over me in tears."

"Oh God Sonny," Meg said, sounding emotionally unstable. What do I do?"

"Take down this number, stop beating the air and phone my mom. She'll probably invite you somewhere to lunch."

"When?"

"Must dash or I'll be late for work."

"When Sonny!"

"Probably today but how would I know? Bye."

CHAPTER 4

Grant McCain was a little worried. Peggy had seemed a little uptight last night and had tossed and turned for a large part of the night, waking him up repeatedly. Whenever he asked what was wrong all she would say was "Nothing." 

Well 'nothing' was rattling around in her mind causing big problems. He began to develop this nagging feeling and then the nag became clearer and he thought, Oh God, she's found out about me and Hilda (her younger sister).

He stuttered like a boy caught playing with himself when she phoned and asked could she call in to talk to him.

"W-what about?"

"I'll tell you when I arrive."

"N-nine t-thirty is okay."

"Fine, are you all right?"

Grant managed to say yes without the extra 'y'.

He asked his PA to fetch two cream cakes for Mrs McCain and two hot chocolates for 9:30.

"Are you okay Grant? You look awfully pale."

"I feel okay, perhaps it's the start of the male menopause," he joked.

"Well, in that case let's have another weekend away before it reduces you to perpetual limpness."

Peggy marched in and Grant's internal alarm began ringing, warning him to deny everything. Her eyes turned to saucers when the PA entered with the coffee and placed the two cream cakes beside Peggy.

"Oh Grant, you do spoil me."

The way she said that told Grant he was off the hook. He opened the drinks cupboard and poured himself a whisky to celebrate.

"Want one?"

"Grant, no thank you. Just look at the clock, it's 9.33 am. You know I don't like you drinking before noon."

"I feel I have a cold coming on."

"Oh, that's different. Pour yourself a double." 

Grant already had done that.

Peggy came right out with it. "We are soon to have a daughter."

"Really, Kevin or Charles?"

"Neither Sonny."

"But she's already married."

"What? She's only just graduated and is almost two years younger than Sonny. She can't be married, can she?"

"Er no, of course not. I'm confused what with this cold coming on and news that our new flat sheet press will be late arriving from Germany, putting all our schedules to hell,"

"Grant, please don't mix you petty business problems with family matters of importance."

"Sorry, who is this girl?"

"Meg Hackshaw."

"Who's she?"

"Oh Grant, pull yourself together. Sonny knew her at high school and dated her last Saturday night. And every morning since he's talked to me about her and his thoughts about her."

"How does that make her my imminent daughter?"

"Christ you're thick today. Sonny NEVER talks to me about his women friends which I've been quite thankful because some are probably little short of being whores."

"How do you know?"

"Mothers know these things."

Grant thought he should let that one go.

"Ah, she'll be the one he pinged Saturday night."

Grant, you have a gutter for a mind. You son is unlikely to have sexual relations with the girl he's going to marry, especially not on the first night or even the first month. Perhaps he's even managed to find a virgin."

"Hah, then why did he come for the k---key?"

"What key?"

"Er the spare key for his car"

"Why would you have the spare key for his car?"

"Um I didn't have it. It was in his bedroom."

"Ah, sanity at last," Peggy sighed. "You gave him one of those cheap cars which are traps for locking keys in them."

"Yes, yes. You're brilliant Peg. That was the reason. Why didn't I think of it?"

"But Sonny told you?"

"Er yes. What I meant was why didn't I think about upgrading his car to the type you can't accidentally lock in the keys. I'll fix that as soon as you go."

Peggy said that had rather strayed from the issue of Sonny's imminent marriage. "I'm worried, I don't know if she is suitable for integration into our family."

"Then take her to the club and grill her."

"Oh, that's a great idea. Oh darling, I'm out of my hiatus. When can I take her to the club?"

"Today. It's Wednesday and wives are allowed to bring a female guest and pay only half the combined tab for food and house wines on Wednesdays. You've taken guests there before under that arrangement."

"Oh, silly me and this really is a business meeting I have in mind, isn't it?"

"Oh definitely," Grant sighed.

"It's too late for today. Women are required two days' notice."

"Peggy I'm not allowing you to put me through this immense pressure for a full week. Call the girl now. Do you have her number?"

"Yes dear. Sonny gave me her number but without saying why,"

"Then phone her now, Peggy. That's a directive."

"Yes dear," Peggy said, reaching for her phone. "I do love it when you speak to me with authority."

Ten minutes later Peggy raced off to pressure her hairdresser into taking her for an emergency comb up. She's left the cream cakes untouched and a husband sitting in shell-shock wondering if he'd be left a raving idiot from tension and troubled by the miscommunication by the time of the wedding.

But what wedding? He called Sonny. "Are you getting married?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"You've been speaking to your mother about this fancy woman Meg. You mother has been filling my ears with all this crap about you never talking to her about a girlfriend before. She now thinks this Meg is a virgin and you're bent on marrying her."

"She's saying what?"

"You heard. You know what your mother is like when she get's a bee in her bonnet. Christ, I wish someone would update these useful clichés."

"Dad what are you talking about?"

"You listen here son, have you thought even remotely of marrying this girl."

"Possibly but..."

"There, I knew it. You've triggered you mother off to set the ball rolling... now that's a timeless cliché."

"Mom doesn't have balls," Sonny sniggered.

"Get back to your work you woman molester," Grant said, switching off his phone and throwing it into the trash can. He poured another whisky and soon felt better, retrieving the phone. He grinned imaging that if the girl measured up over lunch Peggy would be proposing to her on Sonny's behalf. He lost his grin; that might not be as stupid as it sounded. When Peggy was on a roll anything was possible. 

* * *

Meg had abandoned the back-hoe and came roaring up to the house on the ATV screaming. Rowena came racing out thinking her daughter had severed a limb.

"Mom it's an omen. Mrs McCain has just phoned and invited me to the City Club for lunch today."

"Ohmigod, the City Club. But look at you and whatever for?"

"She just said to talk. But mom, she wants to look me over to see if I'm suitable for her son."

"Ohmigod, oh I can't think," Rowena said, turning all agitated.

At that point, Meg realized someone had to be in charge. "Mom while I'm in the shower please iron any creases out of my graduation dress and clean the shoes that go with it. It's a club so I best wear a hat. Mrs McCain won't know I know that so will be impressed when I turn up wearing one."

"But darling, you don't have a hat and my newest is ten years old."

"But you have one thirty-two years old, the little black patch with lace you wore on your wedding day. That type of hat is always being reinvented mom. Mrs McCain will think it's back in fashion again but if she has class she won't think about it, accepting it's a hat for a young girl who doesn't wear hats."

"Do you really think she will be that sophisticated?" Rowena said, switching on the iron.

"Alas yes. After you clean my shoes come do my hair. You're a darling mom."

Ninety minutes later Rowena watched in pride as he daughter drove off. She hoped it would be an autumn wedding but after harvesting was over.

Meg turned into the club car park rather quickly but chopped down two gears and managed to observe the 10 mph speed limit. She noticed a woman in a gorgeous dress and a huge black hat standing beside her car watching her. Sonny had mentioned his mom had a black Mercedes.

"Hello Mrs McCain."

"Hello Meg. How did you know me?"

"Sonny mentioned you had style. I looked at your stunning dress, the type of which cannot be purchased within 500 miles of here, your designer hat and your car. If that's not style I don't know what is."

"You are so pretty with a body the likes of which I never had dear. Come and kiss me and please call me Peggy.

They had a three-hour lunch. Well, as Peggy had said, it was a business lunch. Meg found out the age Sonny began to walk and talk, his performance at school, what a perfect child he'd been and now an affectionate adult son and how necessary it was for him to find the right person to help him attain a great career.

Peggy found out that the farm was very profitable, Rowena had graduated from horticultural college and Ken didn't advance beyond high school but that hadn't stopped him becoming an award-winning farmer and self-made millionaire. Meg had graduated in agricultural economics and was working on the farm until the end of the year when she would be taken on by the Department of Agriculture to assist farmers in budgetary controls and forward planning, based in the city. Meg wanted two children and expected to always live in or adjoining Paddington City.

Meg walked with the still bubbling Peggy to her car and just as Peggy was about to pull out she wound down the window and said, "I do hope you'll marry Sonny; bye."

It took five minutes sitting still before Meg had recovered sufficiently to begin the drive home. She'd been shaking with overwhelming emotion after Peggy's over-powering farewell. 

Normally independent, assertive and the architect of his direction in life, Sonny melted into the background and waited for the combined machinations of three women... his mother Peggy, Meg's mother Rowena and of course Meg herself to decide whether or not he would marry and marry soon.

It was a brilliant tactical decision on his part really rather than the action of a coward. He was besotted with Meg, her image floating through his mind and not as a sexual object which was the remarkable thing; it was the image of her face and particularly her smile that gripped his mind rather than that powerful thighs and swaying tits which are part of the normal preoccupation of any man's retrospective when riding a high lost in his thoughts about a woman. 

Sonny was aware he knew little about Meg but his instinct told him she was good enough to be THE ONE. Intelligent, loving, quite beautiful and likely to hold her looks and figure and be socially impressive, Meg had it all and Sonny knew his mother would make quite sure of that before she gave him the nod. Rowena appeared to be the kind of woman who'd be a critical judge in the analysis of matchmaking and then there was Meg herself. She wouldn't be only looking for a band of gold but someone who would like and cherish her, draw her to achieve complete fullness in her life and especially to be there when needed.

So Sonny regarded it as logical to distance himself from a process because his involvement would be superfluous. It would allow the females to deal with a matter they were conceived to manage and save him from being bullied and emotionally tumbled from pillar to post. He'd learned this from watching his father: whether his mom became too intense, like right now, his father would quietly remove himself from the scene. 

Sonny called his father but the call was answered by one of his minions who said Mr McCain had been called away suddenly for two nights. Sonny asked to speak to his father's PA but was told Mrs James had gone with Mr McCain to provide secretarial support for Mr McCain at a very important round of meetings. Ending the call, Sonny grinned: "Good one dad, you've melted away into the shadows."

Sonny was spending the day in the subscription and circulation department to keyhole a new position for his mom. She'd jumped at the opportunity when told it would be structured to fit in with her social life. Manager Kerry Fleming had been in the job for more than twenty-five years and carried out his duties mechanically. 

He'd always had been 'Mr Fleming' to Sonny but with Sonny arriving to produce what he called 'department reforms' Mr Fleming was a resurrected Mr Fleming, suddenly interested in his job again and totally co-operative and constructive and amazed that he was to be given the Big Boss's wife as a new assistant and that would take pressure and responsibility off him. 

"Call me Kerry," he insisted over lunch with a couple of beers and before the day's end he'd invited Sonny to accompany him to Billingsgate straight after work that afternoon to watch the regional finals of roller hockey and stay overnight at his sister's home and drive back at 5:00 am. Sonny accepted, as that would allow him to 'melt'.

He called Tim to find if there were any out-of-town assignments the next day but he was at a meeting. Mary-Anne took the call and after greeting him affectionately checked the assignments log.

"We have a flower show at Billingsgate?"

"No thanks."

"A two-day Government enquiry into open-cast coal mining pollution over at Coatesville. We've been looking for a second reporter to volunteer as it will be dreary and heavy work as one of the reporter needs to work on background interviews and take mugshots and means an overnight stay." 

"I'll take the interviews and can take photographs."

"Okay."

"Whose the other reporter?"

"Mrs White. Do you want me to change the booking to a double room," Mary-Anne giggled.

"Hell no, she's married. It would have been different if the other person had been you."

"Oh, what a sweet thing to say to me Sonny, In appreciation I'll ring through and secure an upgrade of rooms."

"You're a pet."

"Oh Sonny, thank you. You've made my day."

"So have you; you've allowed me to melt with icing on the cake."

"Pardon me?" 

But Sonny had terminated the call. He then programmed his phone to automatically return all calls from his family and the Hackshaws with the message "Mr Sonny McCain is not available; please call back late Friday afternoon." Sonny thought modern technology sure helped in the process of 'melting'.

On Friday mid-afternoon when Muriel White was driving them back to Paddington, Sonny called Meg.

"Where have you been," she wailed. "I have been unable to call you."

"Sorry darling. Been caught up in two emergencies. Had to do a special investigation for dad and then was sent out-of-town on a special assignments. It's been all go and no play for me."

"Oh you poor darling. I'm so mean thinking only about myself. I had so much to tell you, reporting on my series of meetings."

"What meetings?"

"Oh, girls' stuff really. Meetings involving me and our two mothers."

"Whatever for?"

"I'll tell you when I see you."

"Right, meet me at O'Reagan's bar at 6:00 tonight."

"Lovely. Bye."

"Bye."

Muriel sighed. "The webs men spin and the lies they tell us poor women."

"You weren't complaining last night, this morning and at lunchtime today."

"No," she sighed. "I hope Owen is not looking to get a leg over tonight; I'm exhausted."

"Meg wants to marry me."

"I thought as much."

"How did you arrive at that conclusion?"

"By the possessive way she sounded on the phone before she remembered to relax."

"Gawd, you women are smart."

Muriel smiled and patted Sonny on the thigh. "Marry her Sonny. She sounds a lovely young woman. All the good ones are snapped up quickly so don't procrastinate."

"I'll know tonight."

"Yes, I heard her say she's been in conference with the two mothers."

"Conference?"

"Well it is important business."

"Don't leave me if I marry her Muriel."

"Don't be silly, I must."

"Why?" 

"You'll have a wife to love and cherish."

"But as far as I'm able, I love and cherish you."

"Oh God, don't say that Sonny."

Sonny looked at his driver. Her face was unforgettable, a mix of despair and lust and he's caught her with her heart wide open, so to speak.

"I want you to continue our occasional relationship."

"No, you can't keep two women satisfied."

"I can right now, you know I can, and in the future when I wind down there's always Viagra."




It's Only Tea



Julie could feel her stomach churn slightly as she walked down the corridor to Ted's office, she was always pleased to see him, and today was no exception. He made her feel so good, and lately his teasing flattery felt so very special. As soon as she crossed the threshold of his office Ted always looked up at her, his eyes drinking in her body, every inch. Yes she enjoyed his lechery, it was open and honest in someway, totally politically incorrect but all the more exciting because of that. Ted was much older and more senior in the company than Julie; she was a secretary in his department and had worked with him about four months. At first she'd considered him a brusque brutish bully of a man, but gradually her opinion had altered, she'd come to respect him and value his opinion. 

After thoroughly and openly observing her body Ted spoke "Good morning Julie how are you. You look scrumptious!" He deliberately licked his lips, before continuing, "I didn't realise what great legs you have, though those thick woollen tights spoil their undoubtedly fine outline."

Julie smiled a thanks' whilst saying, "I'm fine Ted, how are you?" 

Deep inside Julie enjoyed Ted's compliment, it had created, a welcome, inner warmth. She had chosen her little plaid skirt and thick woollen tights together with a tight sweater because she needed to feel sexy prior to this weekend. Tomorrow she started a weekend of debauchery, planned, at least in her mind; a weekend away with her husband Bryn, alone, with no kids. Julie was twenty eight years young, married with two young boys one was just over six the other just under five. She was just over five six and had a curvy full womanly figure with thick, her dad used to say rugby players, thighs and fine calves. She and her husband hadn't had much 'special' time of late, Bryn, who was a couple of years older, had been working hard and he'd often been tired late evening, plus the kids.

"I'm good, sweet girl." Ted responded cheerfully." Then asked. "Is that the letter to Henderson's?" as Julie handed him a document. 

Ted motioned Julie to sit, as he began to check the letter. His eyes darted across the page. Julie sat and watched. Ted was in his mid fifties, about five ten stocky, with close cropped greying hair. Julie considered him a cross between a friendly affable uncle, a priest, confident; and the most open letch she'd ever met. His friendly pats on her butt could easily have given her grounds for harassment, however Julie enjoyed them, she enjoyed Ted's company; there was something about him.

Ted looked up as he signed the letter "Fine Julie, get that off as soon as you can."

"Yes Ted." Replied Julie, then she added "Is it still OK for me to finish a lunch tomorrow?"

"Ah" Ted paused a big grin on his face "You're weekend away. Of course, leave early and have fun, but don't come back exhausted!" he winked at her knowingly.

.....

Julie drove in silence on their return form her dirty weekend with Bryn. He was snoring still pissed. It had promised to be good weekend. She recalled her excitement as the large five star hotel sign appeared in the car headlights, and soon after the magnificent floodlight building. Julie felt good about their weekend and was ready for it to begin. She'd glanced at her watch, plenty of time to unpack, shag and freshen up before dinner; she might not bother to unpack first. Involuntary her hand stroked the crotch of her jeans.

Julie recalled how pleased she was that she and Bryn were alone in the lift; she began her overtures, kissing Bryn sensually too let him know of her intent. 

"Bloody hell Jules" he'd gasped, as her hand rubbed his zip "it's been a long journey."

She remembered how before she could respond, the lift doors swished and a couple faced them in the floor foyer. Julie and Bryn got out and with their room door only a slight way too the right went without a word. Bryn unlocked the door and opened it for Julie, quickly following her in.

Bryn had placed their suitcase on the bed announcing, "I need a piss babe." 

He'd then disappeared into the bathroom; Julie had removed the case and scurried out her clothes, peeling her knickers off as she heard the toilet flush. As Bryn exited the bathroom Julie had grabbed him, pulling him to her she'd wrapped her body around him kissing him ardently, whilst her fingers feverishly sought his belt. Bryn responded, more through instinct than passion. 

As their lips parted, Bryn had spoken earnestly "It's been a long drive Jules."

Julie hadn't wanted to listen to excuses, she was wanton and wet, heaving his jeans and his shorts down she'd knelt before him, her eager hands grasped his semi aroused, manhood. She recalled Bryn's moan as Julie's lips had kissed the tip of his growing cock. Soon he'd been hard, an aperitif before their weekends' main course. She pushed him back on the bed, and straddled his hard prick, feeling it pulse as she slid easily down upon him. She'd quickly rode him to her own orgasm, whilst he bucked beneath. He'd then turned her onto her back and rammed himself back in to rapidly gain his own satisfaction. It had been an itch relieved but not thoroughly scratched.

It was only a little later the romance had been shattered. Bryn had left Julie to change for dinner, he'd already showered and was going to have as pint 

"See you in the bar babe" he'd said easily.

Julie seethed as she recalled entering the bar, seeing their 'friends' sat around, discovering it was a golf and rugby weekend too which the girls had also been invited. But only to enjoy the hotels comforts not the company of their respective spouses.

....

Monday morning was bitter cold, almost matching Julie's mood, she'd dressed in a grey baggy unflattering top, together with black baggy pants. Bryn had left early for work; on kissing her goodbye had also taken the chance to mention he'd be away on the Wednesday and Thursday.

Julie arrived at work on the Monday morning completely fed up; her only glimmer of hope was a chat with Ted. He'd help her through this. Julie checked Ted's diary, meetings all bloody morning, least till twelve. She got on with some work, but the morning dragged, each minute she loathed or loved her husband more. She'd forgiven Bryn at the time, mainly due to peer pressure from the other wives who'd also gained drunken boys on that Saturday evening. It was just her expectations of a weekend alone had been built up so much, albeit by her, and he'd insisted on it being special and keeping it secret and saying she'd be attended too and pampered in five star luxury. Which in fairness had been the case; but not much by Bryn, nor in the way she had wanted.

She skulked down the corridor to Ted's office, hoping by now he was alone. The door was shut, and she could hear him talking, but there was no other voice to be heard during his pauses. Julie knocked, her knock, upon his door. 

After what seemed like an age, "Come in!" she heard at last the familiar deep growling voice of Ted.

Julie entered carefully closing the door behind her; Ted was on the phone and roasting someone or other with regard to achieving a delivery on time. He looked up and smiled at her, beckoning her to sit over on his lounge chairs. Ted's large office had what could only be best described as an informal coffee table and chairs in one corner. This hallowed area was away from his desk, and was used by Ted for little chats, or to relax and read long reports. Two large dark green leather club chairs and same design two-seater couch, together with a low old fashioned, oak coffee table made up this little oasis in Ted's busy world. Julie felt pleased Ted had indicated she should sit there, he obviously recognised her need to chat. Ted was so sensible.

Ted continued to talk, his voice commanding whomever was on the other line, but he looked at Julie. She looked pissed, obviously her much spoken of weekend had been spoilt in someway. He sensed her more angry than sad, an opportunity encourage her to enjoy herself perhaps. Ted mentally stripped Julie of the dowdy jumper and pants, as he'd done many times. Laying private bets with himself that Julie was 34C or D, and about size 12-14, also she probably had thick bushy dark pubes, which would cover a prominent mons, and match in some way her thick dark brown hair.

"Well sweetness, something troubling you" Ted enquired soothingly as he replaced the phone on the receiver and stood to join her in his private place.

Just like Ted, thought Julie, straight to the point, no reason too ask how she was when he considered she had something to ask. Yes Ted was a great man thought Julie, before launching into a potted version of the weekends events. Ted listened attentively nodding his head in all the correct places, raising eyebrows and frowning almost on cue. Julie could feel herself feeling better as each word passed her lips.

She'd finished what she wanted to say, she'd not asked what to do, and was just taking a breath before doing so.

Then Ted spoke quietly in his, soft southing friendly lilt. "When's your next special occasion?"

Julie looked at him quizzically, but before she could ask what he meant.

Ted offered an explanation "Have you a party, yours, friends or kids, school sports day, a social event. Coming up soon." He stopped and looked intently at her smiling his happy smile that made Julie feel as if it was meant purely for her. "You know" he continued "something you're looking forward to going too."

Thrown off her original track for being there Julie, faintly grasped what Ted was after. Some means of putting this behind her, and focusing onto something else. She screwed up her mouth as she thought then answered, mumbling the words, as it still involved Bryn, who'd a lot of 'browny' points to earn. "Two weeks Saturday. Family christening." Thinking of the gathering, cheered her a little, but it wouldn't make up for a dirty weekend away. 

Ted was quickly in, he'd seen the opportunity, the momentary upliftment in Julie's eyes, which was smashed quickly by the loss of the weekend ruined by her spouse. "Wrong sort of do, and too far off!" He almost knew the answer to his next question. "Why not make this weekend special, but at home, candles, sensual meal, clothes, long bath." 

Julie listened as he said this in his teasing low lusty tones, they sent quivers down her spine, and only made those deep cravings she could not even consider grow.

Julie practically glared her reply, not hiding her true feelings, of her current position with Bryn, "No, parents away, and we'd never relax with the kids there. Plus he'll be tired, he's away in the week."

Ted hid his lecherous smile well, and just nodded helpfully.

"Right." Ted leaned forward predatorily but with great warmth, into Julies' space, he lowered his tone, almost a conspirators whisper. "We'll go for tea, after work, Thursday about five thirty or six. Something fun for you to look forwards' too." 

His offer felt a bit like a command rather than a fun suggestion. Julie could feel part of her horrified, but then another part, felt very pleased about the idea. Before she knew it she'd said enthusiastically "Yes!" Though she quickly tried to couch the date and time "If I can get a baby sitter. What about a little later?"

"No, we'll make it six. It won't be later" he interjected knowing how Julie knew he often had late meetings, continuing "We'll go to 'Snellings' on Highgate. Heard good reports, it's open then we'll beat the late trade and shouldn't need to book." He quickly added, "You'd best book in case."

Julie felt completely swept along in the flow of events; it would be fun to spend social time with Ted. She too had heard good things of the restaurant. 

"Thursday" was all Julie could say in affirmation of their date. Date, she already felt a very faint excitement.

"I'm up at Newcastle tomorrow, back Thursday p.m." Ted offered informatively, whilst expecting Julie to remember. "So text me to confirm."

With that Ted rose from his chair, Julie knew her audience was over, and the precedence of work must take over. She almost skipped out of the office; she'd need to phone her Mum and 'Snellings'. She could tell Mum it was leaving do, and Bryn. As she thought of Bryn, a very slight twinge of hurt was felt, but it soon passed.

...

Wednesday night after the kids had been tucked up in bed, Julie treated herself to a luxuriating bath. Candles flickered offering a warm light, and she'd filled it with soothing oils to relax her. She was looking forward to tomorrow and felt an exciting urge as she washed and soaped her body. She shaved her armpits and legs carefully wanting them to be smooth and soft. Last night she'd dreamt of Ted, it was one of those horny dreams you remember parts of, and when the alarm woke her she'd wanted to touch herself. Something she'd been doing more of lately; too ease the ache between her thighs. The thought of the dream, made her aware of her needs down their and her breathing deepened her chest tightening as her nipples craved the caress of her fingers or the sponge. Soon her hands slid down, slowly teasing herself, knowing she could end it soon or prolong the beautiful agony. Her legs parted as if inviting her fingers. Her thighs felt good, firm and smooth, her pussy hair pressed with the weight of water parted easily and she began to rub her labia, her middle finger tip just stroking her lips. She sighed and was overcome with her licentious needs, as she pressed and rubbed her clit hard. She moaned loudly, part satisfaction, part in frustration. It never felt as good when she did it to herself.

...

Thursday morning after the kids left, she picked up her holdall and practically skipped down to the bus stop. She'd decided not to drive, so Ted could take her home afterwards. Her Mum was picking up the kids from school and would keep them over at hers. Bryn and her Mum thought she was attending Claire Firth's leaving do. Claire had left two months previously having been sacked. There had been no do! The holdall contained a fresh evening outfit, plus make up, shower cap and underwear. With no one home she could come home any time she wanted, somewhere deep inside she hoped that would be the very early hours of Friday morning. 

The morning dragged, even immersing herself in work didn't help the time speed up. She fidgeted most of the early afternoon. There was no sign of Ted's car in his private space. At three it was there, Julie felt relief; at least he was back safely. She wanted to slip in and see him, but if she did, it felt as if some spell would be broken. He would call if he needed anything or if plans changed. His text reply to hers had been 'CU there Ted x'. She was to make her own way. Made sense, no office gossips seeing them. She was looking forward to him, at least, taking her home; she recalled the luxury of his car from the Christmas do. Ted had taxied several of them to the venue and his car was plush and big. If he gave her a lift she'd be polite and ask him in, offer him coffee. She'd cleaned the house thoroughly. But really she hoped he wouldn't take her home, better if they pulled over on some excuse. 

At five the office began to empty, on Thursday's most of her colleagues left on time, those that stayed wouldn't notice her showering and changing, the nerds and no-lifers. Julie practically ran to the ladies shower room. It was wonderful to work for a construction company whose gender diversity provided facilities for all workers who may need to go on site to change and freshen up. The hot water made her frustrated, she knew she'd feel hot and bothered getting dressed in tight steamy room, and even with her shower cap, her hair would be damp and difficult to manage. As she heaved on her new highly lacy patterned ten denier black tights, she glanced at her watch; her taxi was due in six minutes; Shit! 

Julie threw the holdall under her desk, and with her smart grey business suit and soft silky cream blouse on; she'd chosen the outfit to ensure a sense of anonymity and normality for her early evening liaison, warm winter coat against the wind. Hair done and make-up to finish in the cab, she sped down to the foyer just as the taxi rolled up. She glanced at Ted's parking space; he'd gone; was he already there? The taxi driver helpfully put the internal lights on, as she completed her face. Her compact mirror reflected a good image. She was happy, a rye smile as she reflected on what Bryn had once said; she could make up her face in a pitch black, room. Bryn, yes he crept into her mind in a moment, the thought like a little needle of loss fleeted across her mind with pleasant familiarity; enough to say supportively inside 'It's Only TEA!"

......

Ted arrived at Snellings', the Head Waiter had confirmed everything was as requested, whilst taking Ted's coat. He could see the taxi pull up, and Julie's face peering through the steamed up window. She paid the cabby and got out, wrapping her coat about her to avoid the rain as she hurried to the door. 

"You made it" Ted stated cheerfully, embracing her with a paternal peck on Julie's cheek.

Ted aided her out of her coat, and placed it over his own on the hanger in the restaurant vestibule, then motioned her to join him in the small lounge. He noted she'd changed, and looked like a woman out for a business meeting rather than a date, acceptable given their relationship and the timing of the encounter. Ted however, had other things planned and was convinced Julie and he would get pleasure from the entertainment later.

Julie was enjoying the meal, the restaurant fully met its reputation, a lovely ambiance and the food was exquisite. She had followed Ted's example keeping their meal light and simple, with mutual agreement they'd indulged themselves in rich garlic sauces. Ted had been a wonderful host, conversation flowing and making her feel completely relaxed. Initially they'd spoken of work, then moved on to home life, well Julie's home life; she'd been wanting to know more about Ted, but he'd steered those questions away expertly. 

The waiter trundled the sweet trolley forwards after Ted had suggested they pamper themselves with a pudding. Julie's mouth had watered as the waiter reeled off what was on offer. Julie's ears pricked up at the mention of Tiramisu then on hearing the contents of the chocolate surprise, she'd been stuck for choice. Ted gave a lovely compromise; he'd order the Tiramisu and they could share. As they ate their sweets the conversation had veered to sex, Julie was not surprised and found Ted's likening their meal to love making a turn on. Perhaps it was the hushed tones and his voice, or maybe the way her wine had released her inhibitions, but the more he compared each coarse to foreplay the more she was aroused. Yet there was that little nag at the back of her mind, Ted had drunk as much as her, she couldn't have driven and she now wanted to be alone with him, not depart or go cruising the bars for a drink. Ted had been fork feeding her portions of his sweet, it tasted divine; somehow he'd gained a dollop on his index finger. 

Ted's eyes fixed to Julies' "You'd better lick this off Julie." He'd suggested, his voice low conspiratorial and slightly commanding.

Julie glanced about the still quiet restaurant, she leaned forward and taking Ted's hand in hers began to lick the mixture slowly, her eyes staring at Ted as she did so. She made the whole act of removing it sensual, determined to demonstrate her feelings and the level of her arousal, finally she engulfed his digit to suck the last morsels of the sweet. Letting his hand go she leant back against her chair, an expression of sensual provocation on her face. She felt she'd done enough, it was upto him now.

"Thank you Julie." Ted had responded, almost as if it were some simple task at work.




It's Only Tea



Julie had felt a little annoyed. However Ted was looking at her, one of those looks that made her tingle, his eyes devouring her in a silence.

In similar hushed tones too those he'd used when he offered her his finger; he spoke slowly and deliberately. "I have no desire for coffee or liquors." He paused letting his words sink in, then continued. "I'll settle up and we can enjoy the rest of our evening."

"OK" Julie responded brightly, then teasingly quizzed Ted "And where are we going boss?" She only called him boss when they were alone at work, sharing a quiet time.

"Back too mine of course!" Ted answered confidently, with a take it or leave it tone. 

Julie heard that little voice inside, another choice, the tone had been in his voice, if she agreed, she was going of her own free will and knew what to expect. She didn't want to say no, but to agree would be much greater betrayal, better to go along, she could still get out, she told the voice inside.

"I'll go and powder my nose." Julie stated, her words almost taunting. She glanced at her watch as she left the Ladies seven forty.

.....

The taxi stood outside the restaurant awaiting them was a slight relief to Julie. Ted opened the door and she got in, he soon joined her, and as he sat gave the driver his address. The driver set off and as they sped through the cold wet streets Ted spoke to her in hushed conspiratorial tones; telling her what he would do too her. Julie listened and became more excited, it felt strange and in someway exhilarating to be such an object of desire. His turns of phrase where a little old fashioned but the meaning was straightforward, and he could not have made the future evening plans any clearer. He told her how much he desired her, how stunning she was, how voluptuous her figure, and pretty in her face. How youthful she was; Julie particularly liked this as the thought of approaching thirty was becoming a little irritating. He expressed his wish to explore her body and see her inner most desires filled. How every spot should be touched to reveal its erogenous potential; Julie had laughed in excitement at this point. His words and phrases built upon what Ted had said during the eating of their sweets, and was increasing Julies needs, the throb between her legs grew and she began to barely listen, rather fantasising and what could happen. She barely heard him tell her he wanted to see her undress slowly for him, and had murmured her consent to it along with all of his desires to share and make love with her. On reflection she'd thought what he'd said was corny, but at the time it was a delight to listen too. All the time she was cradled in the crook of his arm, where she felt safe and guarded from the cold and dark dimly lit streets they sped through. 

Soon the taxi veered off the road, and onto the kerb, she could just make out a large house. Ted leant forward settling the fare, he'd said something to the driver, who'd replied and passed Ted a card, for which Ted handed him some more money. Julie was too busy looking a Ted's place. Yes it was Ted's place she could see his car alongside three others in the parking spots. 

Ted had exited the cab door on his side and was stood opening the other door for Julie, the scurried up to the front door, Ted quickly keying in the code; the door clicked and opened. The inner voice said somewhere deep inside 'this is no longer just tea'. Ted took her hand; guiding her down a small hall passed a large stairs leading up on the left. At the end of the bright well lit hall there were two doors, one sort of straight ahead, this had a door bell with a name tag' "Mr T Robinson" above it. The other was too the right and Julie ignored it. Julie was beginning to feel nervous excitement propelling through her, the wine had helped together with Ted's strong phrases of arousal in the taxi; but this was all new to Julie, she'd not had sex for sex's sake, it had always been love making. She'd only experienced four partners and she was beginning to feel pangs of regret merging with the anticipation of what was ahead.

They entered into Ted's hallway, shutting the door, he asked for her coat, as he removed his, and placed it onto the antique hallstand that stood by the doorway. He turned to face Julie pointing this way and that for a quick tour. 

"Office, is here" grinning as he indicated the open door almost opposite. 

Julie could see his laptop against another pc, with a good leather upholstered executive chair, the room was tidy as she'd expected, and when they moved on and she'd glanced back she'd seen the room also contained a single bed, appearing made, with a throw covering it. To her left they passed a bathroom, again the door open, and from the light of the hall she could see it was fairly large containing a gorgeous large white bath, shower cubical, washbasin and usual facilities; plus a bidet; oh thought Julie; that was a surprise, a big surprise. They passed another bedroom on the right, it's door shut. A guest room Ted had said. Followed by a strange built in bookcase, least Julie thought it was built in; she was about to ask when Ted drew her attention to the kitchen. The lights were on in the kitchen, it was fairly cramped but it gleamed clean with dull finished stainless steel cupboards, and dark worktop. Julie wondered if it was granite, she also wondered if Ted was going to put the kettle on, not that she needed a drink, far from it!

Ted stopped, they where at the end of the narrow hall, and the room before them was obviously a lounge, from where Julie stood on the threshold she could see a CD player and speakers, and turning left she could glimpse a wide screen TV. To her right, very close to the doorway in which they stood, was another door, this was shut. 

He moved into the room and as Julie followed, he stated, "This is the lounge." Julie was in awe of the size of the place; it surprised her. She liked his lounge, not to her taste, but very pleasant, large welcoming cream leather suite with one matching chair and recliner. The ornaments and few pictures amused her; all were nude or semi-nude women. Her inquisitiveness had not been fully satisfied and Ted's silence lured her into asking the obvious question.

"Where's your bedroom Ted?" she enquired, her eyes teasing him, which she enforced by slightly dropping her left hip.

Ted again looked at her, in that way which made her have goose bumps of expectancy.

"Julie, to discover my bedroom, you'll need to find a CD to dance too." He stated whilst grinning, continuing. "Over near the player. Then you can see my room whilst you entertain me undressing!" 

Ted's voice was confident and threatening, the threat being it was Julie's choice, again it was upto her. He waited a moment, sealing their deal with a tender kiss to her lips. It was a welcoming gesture, making her feel very special.

Julie was not so much taken aback; she was actually momentarily stunned. This was something she'd not dreamt of, images fleeted in her mind of that club she and Bryn together with a small number of friends had gone too. It had been to celebrate Dave's, a friend of Bryn's, birthday and Bryn had organised a night out ending in a lap dance club. Julie had been amazed at how those girls played and controlled the men, how erotic it had been. Again the little voice suggested she decline and ask for a drink, no not a drink, some tea or coffee. Julie however was already moving, almost entranced, towards the CD rack.

As she moved to find suitable music, Ted spoke quietly "I'll make the room ready."

Julie looked at the titles, some originals other obviously burnt with hand written titles. Mainly rock, and classical, with smatterings of odd stuff she could barely classify. About ten were more general, she wondered if Ted purposefully kept them for entertaining. She found one, with songs she recognised, and she could bump and grind too. As she turned round Ted was back in the lounge, his bedroom door open behind him, he was no longer wearing his suit jacket. He seemed different; then Julie noticed he was slightly shorter, she glanced down to see he was barefooted. He also had hairy toes.

"This one." Julie nervously presented Ted with the CD. She was anxious to please, his view of her choice was important; also she was beginning to feel trapped. Giving Ted the CD was too her the final surrender, her way of acknowledging wanting to be with him and do it!

Ted reached and recovered the CD, at the same time clasping Julie's hand leading her towards the open bedroom door; he glanced down and spoke softly.

"Good choice Julie. This will be fun for us to enjoy." Ted's voice was enthusiastic, giving Julie a tremendous confidence boost.

.....

They entered Ted's room, Ted set off to the CD player at the side of his bed. Julie looked at the bed, it was enormous, at least a king, to her right the wall was covered in fine hand built antique walnut veneered wardrobes, all matching. The carpet was a thick piled beige colour; the drawn heavy fawn curtains sank to the floor. To her right just above the door, a small wide flat screen TV. Near to where Ted had gone stood a couple of plush piled low armed, though comfy looking chairs; they faced each other and had a deal good space between themselves and the bed. The room smelt of a hint of Ted's aftershave and the sandalwood scented candle that had just been light.

"Julie," Ted caught her attention, speaking in easy and relaxing tones, "why not close the door, take off your jacket. There's a hanger on the far door." 

Julie did as bid and turned to face Ted, who by now was sat in one of the chairs facing her. The CD had begun and the first tracks refrain broke the silence Julie felt.

Ted smiled "Your audience eagerly awaits, lovely Julie, and here" he gestured to the generous space betwixt bed and chairs, "is your stage."

Julie moved into position, singing the song in her head, fixing her eyes on Ted, she began to undo the buttons of her blouse, whilst swaying gently to the beat of the song. Each button proved difficult, she was more accustomed to hauling the garment over her head, and doubted any of the lower buttons had ever been released before. Rather than show her frustration, she peeled a collar and side down to give Ted a glimpse of her shoulder. Ted applauded a little, which encouraged her. Julie turned her back towards him, knowing how much he liked her bum, she bent slightly and wiggled it before him, whilst she gained time on the buttons, soon, much to her relief, they were undone. She turned to face Ted, his eyes intently upon her, she felt the thrill of power, as her hands clasped the flaps of her blouse, she toyed with flashing her bra, but instead, eased the halves apart; letting the material slide across the dusky pink lacy bra. Julie felt each piece of blouse sliding across each nipple, this touch made her breath tighten and made her momentarily aware of how stirring undressing for someone could be.

Ted again applauded, verbalising how lovely her bra was. A strange observation, Julie considered as she peeled the blouse off her shoulders. The action forced her bosom forward, showing the fullness of her 34C's in their off pink lacy housings, and how engorged her nipples where becoming. The track changed to a slower number as Julie discarded her shirt with an artistic flourish. The thought fleeting across her mind that Mrs Simons, her old dance teacher would have been proud. Julie eased the straps of her bra from her shoulders, ready to reach behind and unclasp it.

"Show me your knickers first, Julie," Ted interjected authoritatively in slow melodic tone, adding, almost as an after thought "then remove your skirt". Ted was relishing how full her stomach was, not fat, just nicely rounded, as were those fine breasts hidden by their creamy lace coverings.

Julie grasped the sides of her skirt, easing it upward, slowly showing more and more of her legs. Not in her opinion her best feature, she had fat thighs, least that's what she thought. Pivoting she pulled her skirt up over her bum, thinking Ted would enjoy seeing her hose clad bum and with the outline of her pants beneath. Julie was surprised and almost thrown off balance by the hint of a growl from Ted's corner. Before he spoke Julie knew Ted wanted her to remove her tights, she had already turned towards him and her hands slipping under the nylon waistband.

"Julie, dear girl, please take off your tights, then show me those lovely legs and panties." Ted's voice had a hint of exasperation. 

Facing Ted, and leaning forwards, Julie enabled Ted to have a view down her bra, as she kicked off her shoes and heaved off her tights, wriggling without thought to the musical tempo. It flustered her, and she too felt disappointed. As she removed the offending garment, she considered how her Mum always wore stockings or hold-ups on special occasions. She almost fell over as she pulled her first foot clear, but gained her balance and dignity. 

Kicking the thin gossamer of fabric away she straightened up, and picked up the rhythm of the current track, lifting her skirt at the front with a confident flourish. To her relief, Ted whistled his approval, his smile and concentration again fully with her. Slipping her hip slightly Julie released her skirt, and peeled it over her hips. Then let the force of gravity take over as she danced with feet together to the music playing. At last her skirt lay crumpled at her feet and she slowly pivoted about it, letting Ted see her voluptuous, size fourteen, body clad in her underwear. As another track began, Julie again began to unclasp her bra; this time she'd turned her back to Ted. Once she let it go, feeling the familiar slight sag; she crossed her arms and eased it off her breasts. The top snagged across her nipples, giving her a delightful shiver. She became aware that only one more garment remained and she would be naked! Immediately she thought of Ted's cock and this made her groin pulse, she was gaining arousal.

Spinning to face Ted, with her arms folded she pouted at him, gradually lowering her arms, until her the top of her deep dark brownie pink areola came into view, followed by two bright buttons of delight, pointing out handsomely showing their appreciation and need for attention. Julie stroked her breasts then smoothed her hands down towards her knickers.

"I like the way you played with you breasts Julie!" Ted's voice, cut into her dream warmly. "Why not linger a little more?" This was a nice plea, but Ted continued "Show me how excited you can make those lovely nipples Julie!" This time the hint of authority lingered in his tenor. 

The little voice told Julie to go now, but she was enjoying this, she liked him wanting too show him her body and what she could do. She felt she had control, she'd glanced at his crotch before, and his legs had moved to allow more room in his pants. She'd been happy with the way his trousers now hung.

She began to massage her breasts, remembering how the girls in that club had swivelled their hips, leant forward and moved their boobs to their enthralled audience. The touch of her own hands, familiar as she was, was turning her on. This felt great, really erotic, she was beginning to throb between her thighs.

"Can you kiss and suck your nipples?" Ted's voice was enquiring and husky.

Julie automatically attempted this task, thrilled about doing something new, she'd never been tempted to do this herself nor had anyone asked her. She bent and craned her neck, cradling her left tit up to reach her lips. The kiss was not practical, but she could swirl her tongue to moisten her tautening nipple tip.

"Lovely!" Enthused Ted. "How about pulling and nipping those little buds, squeeze them tight?"

She wasn't used to doing this sort of thing, and had never been spoken to in this way before. Julie found it thrilling, she did not mind her nipples being gripped tightly with hands or teeth; Bryn often did so. As quickly as she thought of him, her husband, Julie dismissed him back into a deep corner of her mind, he was not with her. She grasped each firm rubber tip between finger and thumb and squeezed hard, the pleasure pain cursed through her, making her chest ache more with sheer delight. She rolled and pulled them, and scooped her breasts forward and upwards to show how enlarged her nipples had become from her attention.

"Now stroke your tummy and those lovely thighs and then your knickers" Ted coached quietly. 

Julie listened attentively, letting Ted guide her movements and touches. Her fingers caressed her thighs then the edges of her dusky pink lacy pants. She found her own touch to be enticing; she had only recently been pleasing herself, but never with this sort of build up. 

"Pull the gusset up tight at the front." Ted positively suggested. 

Julie remembered the wolf whistles the girls at the club had gained when they did this, more so if they had jutted their pelvis towards the crowd. Julie did the same, and was rewarded with a beam in Ted's eye. Her thick dark brown pubes spilled over the lacy pink strand of her knickers' crutch and she wanted to rub her clit with the taught material. Funny this felt like it would be cheating Ted; so she'd settled for just brushing her fingertip past it as she let go to turn around and follow Ted's suggestion to do the same and show him the full loveliness of her bottom. Julie pivoted and bent, her bum, and again adjusted her panties into a thin scrunched piece of material, this time nestling between the full orbs of her buttocks.

"Julie, you are a star." Ted enthused.

His remark made Julie feel good, he was enjoying her show, and she was really enjoying performing for him. The thought was just growing when Ted's voice intervened.

"Now Julie, sit in the chair opposite." Ted's voice was strong, almost demanding.

Julie walked over and sat in the bedroom chair facing Ted. As she was getting comfortable Ted instructed her to place her legs on the chair arms, stating he wanted to see the crotch of her panties. This was entirely new territory for Julie, no references from the club or anything else; still she willingly obliged, she was happy for Ted to guide her, the nervousness was gone, replaced by increasing horniness.

Ted could see the outline of her thick pubes through the pink lace; he savoured the view for a moment then spoke softly. "Slide your hand inside those fine knickers Julie, stroke your pussy hair for me. And why not fondle your breasts with the other hand" 

Julie almost automatically did as Ted asked, she felt her own strong needs, and she was soon raking her fingernails through her pubic hair. Placing her own interpretation on what Ted wanted by parting her fingers down each side of her groin avoiding her labia.

"Not to far yet Julie" Ted stated strongly. Then his voice softened, asking. "Do you call it your pussy Julie?" 

Julie was a little surprised at the question and found her mouth dry as she hesitantly answered, "Yes! Sort of, well pubes or fuzz." Her mind focused, yes pussy or pubes, and at school it has been fuzz. Julie wasn't used to talking about down there; at least not to a boy/ man, this was very different. Again she liked it.

"What about your vagina and labia, what do you call it, them, that, or is pussy everything. Finger your labia outside of those lovely panties and tell me what you call everything, Julie!" Ted's quizzical demanding tone was some how soothing.

Julie reluctantly removed her hand and began to stroke her knickers gusset over her 'ginny' as she replied to Ted's probing questions. "Ted I didn't realise you were so wicked." 

She giggled, if she hadn't been so excited she'd have avoided the question. But, even talking about her self in this manner was a turn on.

Stumbling a little over the words, partly due to her finding that spot on top of her clitoris, but mainly through having to answer. No she considered carefully needing to answer, she could sense sharing these words would lead to greater delights and in some way be therapeutic.




It's Only Tea



"Well my vagina, I call my 'ginny'" she almost whispered the words; her mind reflecting on her mother using that term way back when she was a kid. She dismissed telling Ted she hated Bryn calling it her twat, though she didn't mind quim, which was sort of posh and friendly, and she also had no objection to it being called her cunt during 'rough' sessions.

"My labia, just parts of my 'ginny'." Julie said this as a simple statement of fact. "My clitoris, well clit's fine, though I think of it as my 'diamond'," she paused as a broad smile ran across her face, "diamonds are a girls best friend."

Ted laughed when she said this pleased she was obviously enjoying herself. He was also pleased with the allowance she was making. He was cautious, after all this was a first date, and it might only be a one off. He reminded himself patience was a virtue.

"I can see you have begun to polish your diamond" Ted observed, adding in a slightly terse tone. "Without my consent!" He continued. "Now Julie is your 'ginny' moist?"

Julie was a little thrown, by Ted telling her off. However, his 'stern ways' were one of his strengths; one of the things she felt where attractive in him. 

Her reply was easy "Yes Ted; very moist" She almost added 'fucking sopping' but after her slight admonishment thought the better of doing so.

"Show me." Ted said and leaned forward slightly in his chair. "Peel the gusset of your pants aside, show me all of your wet 'ginny'"

Ted's demands were clear and almost unequivocal, Julie liked that; and immediately enacted his request. Pulling the fabric of her knickers away with her right hand, to reveal her thick lush pubes and her engorged quim, which glistened even under the wisps of hair. Julie glanced down at herself, adjudging what sort of view Ted had. She used her left hand to tidy her pube line. Then she had a daring idea; well it was based on some of the magazines Bryn had brought into the house once. She carefully forked two of her finger across her clit and into her labia, peeling back the flaps so Ted could see up her hole and her already aroused diamond. At this point the little voice deep inside told her she was a depraved bitch, Julie laughed to herself, happily agreeing.

"That's lovely Julie" Ted remarked happily as he gazed at the pink juicy gynaecological display Julie had created; then he added "Wasn't asked for, but a little creativity is sometimes welcome."

Julie was smiling at Ted, and happily sliding her left hand up and down her slit. 

"Slide a couple of fingers inside and use your other hand to treat your diamond to a polish" Ted coached quietly, each word uttered deliberately slowly.

Julie's mind flashed very briefly with a wicked thought that she'd never dreamt she'd be masturbating in front of her boss. Whilst this thought flashed she had without hesitating enacted his proposal. Two fingers plunged inside pulsed against the place Ted hadn't asked about, this felt deliciously wicked, having a secret from Ted; whilst the index finger on her other hand polished her diamond, the pressure being increased. Julie could feel her breath getting louder, she was murmuring softly, and her legs were beginning to quack a little. She could feel it building, that precious moment; she increased pressure and intensity of her actions, her eyes closed as she focused on bringing her self ...

"You're over doing it a bit there now Julie." Ted interjected.

His voice like a searing cut; it stopped her, she cursed; but the ache, him stopping her created, was in its own peculiar way ecstatic. She moved her hands away, their loss adding to the tremendous anticipation cursing through her groin. She looked at Ted; she now needed his next command, his next order or new instruction. She now wanted Ted to give her permission. Ted could see this in the hunger shown in her eyes. Ted was impressed, but reminded himself again; this was a little test, and he mustn't spoil it.

Ted spoke again, playfully changing the mood considerably. "It would not be good if I your host didn't assist in your enjoyment!" He laughed and stood up.

Julie felt at ease, yes it would be lovely if Ted touched her. She watched him rise from his chair, noticing his shirt was undone. She liked the fact his chest was hairy, matted hairs, and as he stripped it form his body, she could a slight paunch, but no real fat. Ted had hugged her before, and in the Christmas party, when they'd been alone for that kiss. Oh yes that kiss was the best reason she'd had for accepting Ted's invitation. Anyway she'd held him closed and his body felt strong and powerful. A couple of strides Ted was standing next to her, looking down at her smiling.

"After such an exceptional and very unique dance Julie, would you like to see how much I enjoyed seeing you perform?" There was a kindliness in Ted's voice, and a big cheeky smile on his face. 

Julie looked expectantly up at Ted, she now wanted to remove his trouser and see his cock. For a split second she wanted to ask if he called it his cock or prick or something else, but no that wasn't her place. All she could muster was an almost sheepish "Yes." In fact she'd nearly added 'Sir'. Julie slid her legs off the arms of the chair, her knickers still askew and pivoted more towards Ted; she almost reached her hands to his flies.

"Careful with the zip then Julie!" Ted's voice had a go ahead enjoy your self, tone. In close proximity the delightful mix of Julie's perfume and her own endorphins filled the air. Ted loved this smell and was pleased his nasal senses fully functioned.

Julie reached out, undoing his leather belt, then the button to release the top, only to find it was one of those real suites with another hidden one. God it was like unwrapping a present Julie thought. At last she held the top Ted's pants, her finger nails brushing his firm belly, grasping the zip with index and thumb of her other hand she pulled the zip; feeling the bulging hardness beneath. Where the rumours true, she heard Ted was a big boy. The zip glided effortlessly down and grey Jockey shorts filled the gap, or rather the bulge inside twitched into the room provided. Julie's fingers reached into the waistband of both pants, and she pulled them over his hips, carefully easing the front over the obvious obstacle that jutted outward. Julie could feel the excitement building and almost stopped as it came into better view. 

Her eyes gleamed, and her 'ginny' throbbed a little more. Julie did some brief assessment, not that she was any sort of penis expert. She'd only had the pleasure of three in her life. One at fifteen (well nearly sixteen) and he like her knew nothing. Then her boyfriend in the first year at college, then that holiday affair with. Oh what was his name, she dismissed that and Bryn. From conversations with girlfriends she new Bryn was above average, which felt very special. She also knew all men were different and size was definitely a factor. But she had not expected this. Ted's was so broad, or was that thick. Julie's brief math needed to be tested, she knew she could get the fingers of one hand around Bryn's; she had long slender fingers. Carefully she reached forward, leaving Ted's pants and Jockey's unceremoniously hanging at his knees, it felt hard and firm, and warm, and no; oh god, no, she could not wrap her fingers around it. Julie looked up into Ted's face, she wanted to kiss it, and lick it and it was as if she needed permission.

Ted looked down at Julie; seeing the need she showed, a wantonness that was much appreciated. Good he thought to himself, this is very good, but not tonight sweetheart. Some other time, soon hopefully. He placed his hand under her chin, tilting her head up to kiss those lovely lips, Julie's mouth yielded, they'd exchanged little contact and this exchange was welcomed.

"On the bed with you Julie, knickers off," he stopped mindful of ensuring another visit, yes he thought first time you get too ride. "You can be on top Julie."

Reluctantly Julie let go of Ted, like a child who's had their candy taken from them, a little sulk, until Ted offered her the upper hand. Ted kicked off his pants and Jockey's, and leapt onto the bed and turned face up. Julie had uncoiled for her seat, tearing her knickers off and with an inaudible squealed leapt after Ted onto the bed. She was shuffling up towards her goal, the shaft she was eager to have inside her, when Ted spoke of protection.

"Condom?" His voice tinged with an offering laugh.

"No" Julie almost snapped back, for him dropping the mood. "I'm safe, on the pill!"

Ted held back from saying he too was safe from making her pregnant but hadn't had the results of his monthly clearance. Instead he grinned at Julie's eagerness and said, "Climb aboard then sweety."

Shuffling about to position her self, Julie held Ted's cock and looked into his eyes, she liked the smile of encouragement and expectation, he, like her was obviously relishing their moment of connection. She lowered her body, her hand acting as a guide for contact. In her other hand she could feel his heart throbbing through the bulging veins of his dick; but she felt confident Ted would give her good long ride. At last she could feel the glans nuzzling into her against her labia and was about to push down when Ted's voice cut into her expectant silence.

"I just love the kiss of pussy lips on my tool." Ted stated with the air of a connoisseur. His head arched upwards and his hands were cradling Julie's breasts, stroking the flesh and teasing her nipples.

This act and the words temporarily slowed Julie's needs; she was really enjoying this and was determined to savour every piece of the action. Instead of plunging down onto Ted, she bobbed up and down just taking a couple of inches of his flesh inside her. She found this increased the throbbing within her; building up the intensity to a delightful level and making her juices flow faster. Her right hand moved automatically to her diamond and she rub bed it, mimicking in a way what Ted's fingers where doing to her nipples. Her movements increased in pace and stroke, engulfing more and more of Ted's cock, and sliding faster and faster. All the time Ted played with her breasts, squeezing and rubbing her nipples. Whilst saying cheering things and noises. She too began to verbalise her enjoyment, though for Julie these were grunts and moans. Ted began to thrust back against her, so she was buried upto the hilt, the thrusts morphed into a rapid grinding of their groins together, Julie slumped forward and sought Ted's mouth as the pressure inside her built. 

Breaking her lusty kisses with gasps of "Yes. Yes. Oh God. Oh Yes."

Julie broke free and arched herself backward against Ted's bucking hips, she gripped her right nipple with her left hand and pummelled her 'diamond' to increase the intensity of the feelings deep in her groin that was already spasming her body. Ted watched as her eyes glazed over and her external focus blurred, whilst she concentrated on every stimulated nerve end. Guttural grunts came from her tensed mouth, he could feel the muscles of her love tunnel grip him and gripping her hips for purchase ground his pelvis into hers. 

"OH GOD TED" she squealed as her body shook for a second and then went limp.

Ted rhythmically jerked into her, with each upper stroke Julie let out a cry. Her eyes again focused upon him, a big smile now rested on her face and she was easing herself down, indicating her she slow down and release her hips.

"You'd better have a little lie down and rest Julie," Ted stated helpfully "lie down sweety."

Julie's legs quivered as she rose up off Ted, she tumbled beside him and rolled over onto her back. Ted kneeled up and took hold of Julie's right ankle. He glanced at the clock at his bedside two minutes past ten. Ted decided to hurry it along her taxi was due at ten too. Julie let Ted lift her right leg high and level with his shoulder as he manoeuvred into position. Julie looked down to watch and help gauge Ted's penetration; she was ready. Ted was lined up, but instead of letting Julie spread her right leg, he lifted her left one. Grasping in his left arm; whilst with his right hand he guided his tool and paused to ensure proper engagement. Julie felt him just enter, and was just about to make a similar frivolous comment that Ted had made, when she felt her raised legs being pushed wide and towards her head. With the same movement Ted thrust himself deep into her, his hand slipping between her legs to grab her hips, he began to pound into her. The shock of it meant Julie screamed in a combination of pain and pleasure and gripped Ted's shoulders. The pace of his thrust increased dramatically, almost instantly to a gallop, Julie now squealed in delight and dug her nails into his shoulders, rolling her head to on side as again the pleasure lava in her loin built up ready to explode. Julie's cries of ecstasy grew louder and more explicit. 

"Yes, that's it fuck me. OH YES.

Julie felt the burst of orgasm sweep through her, and as she regained awareness of her body realised Ted was still screwing her. Hard and fast, she didn't have time to admire his stamina, as it was only a slight realisation of where she was and with whom she was doing it; before again her body sensations beckoned her inside to feel the delights of nerve ends tingling and exploding like fireworks. Julie smiled and grimaced in pleasure many times, more than she'd realised.

Ted could see and feel Julie enjoying herself. The grip on his shoulders slackening, the loud moans become whimpers of shear pleasure. Ted would soon join her himself, but in some way he was relieved he'd managed to fuck her into submission, he was after all much her senior in years and she was a very fit and sexy girl. Ted's prick pulsed into Julie's slackness filling the condom, he held her tight as the last drop spurted from him. Drained he relaxed, holding Julie carefully he regained the hold on her legs and eased their almost dead weight beside him. Then lowering him self, he cuddled Julie's limp body, kissing her to a warm awake state. Julie responded happily, Ted brushing his lips and kissing her neck and mouth softly.

"You are great Julie" Ted commentated, smoothing the skin on her cheek. "Would you like to freshen up; a shower perhaps?" He continued between little kisses. "I'll make us a drink, coffee, fruit juice, tea, brandy." He laughed as he reeled off a list. "Or shall I join you in the shower and sponge off the excesses of our evening." As Ted spoke Julie felt him easing from her. She acknowledged the idea of cleaning up. The image of Ted's bidet sprung to mind, but at his mention of joining her in the shower she felt a little tremor of excitement. She almost told asked him if she could spend the night. But no, that hadn't been in the plan, but she didn't need to clean up. However it was such a thoughtful gesture. Julie linked her arms round Ted's neck, drawing them both close she kissed him ardently. 

Then gazing into his eyes she whispered "Thank you, that was lovely." Her eyes looked for assurance, and seeing what she'd wanted stated, "Yes, thanks I will clean up if I may. No shower," almost adding I've no shower cap here. "Taxi grand, and coffee, white and a little sugar". Her body felt the need of some energy.

Ted moved off the bed and grabbing a robe, which he recovered from behind the door, he left and disappeared into the kitchen a full and knotted condom secreted in the palm of his hand. Julie stretched out on the lovely, a happy smirk on her face. At last she rolled over to get up, her legs were a little shaky. She looked for her clothes, grabbing the garments she scuttled quickly down the hall to Ted's bathroom, somehow she'd felt vulnerable being seen naked by him as she scampered past the kitchen. She adjusted the temperature to the water spurting from the bidet and sat upon it. She could hear footsteps and Ted appeared handing her a large fluffy pink towel, and telling her coffee was ready in the lounge. Julie blushed at him seeing her, thinking to herself what a silly girl she was. She slipped on her bra, and decided against bother with her knickers, they were still very wet. She could smell herself on them, and this just made her memory flash those wonderful times she'd just had; she'd ask Ted for a plastic bag or something. Her tights she'd stuff in her bag. Julie was soon dressed and strode into the living room.

"Can I have a carrier/ shopping bag, please Ted," Julie asked politely.

Ted left soon to appear with the requested item. Julie had already recovered her handbag and had stuffed her tights into it. She took the carrier back and, strangely, turned away from Ted to bungle her knickers in it and scrunch it up.

"Your taxi will be here about ten too." Ted informed her, adding, "Sit here sip your coffee and lets talk a while."

Ted's words distracted Julie and instead of placing the newly acquired, knickers holding, carrier bag in her handbag, she placed it on the little table at her side of the settee. She wanted to somehow tell Ted, she didn't want a love affair, that it had been a really lovely experience, a great fuck, and she'd like to do it again, soon; but she didn't want to them to become serious. Family etc. for a brief time she thought of her children and Bryn. 

She sipped her coffee, it was just what she needed, Ted was telling her how he'd had a great time, and how special it had been. To her relief he was saying they couldn't make a habit of it. He didn't want to offend her, but this was just sex. Julie almost sighed with relief. Offering up a phrase she'd heard somewhere, she suggested they could be 'fuck buddies'. Ted patted and then squeezed her hand, as if sealing a deal I some way. He pointedly asked how often she could get away. The question threw her and she asked him to explain what he meant. Ted straightforwardly asked if Julie would like them to have special meetings just once a month, once in a blue moon or say every week or so. Julie consider the options, Ted was always ensuring things were correct, something she felt an affinity with. Once a month seemed silly, but almost once a week would be fine. Having settled this in her mind she could see various barriers, excuses for going out and possible baby sitters. Ted suggested he could be a new interest say computer course, yoga or gym or something. Julie had enforced what a devious man Ted was. He then kindly suggested she think about it. This made Julie feel at ease, less pursued. "Are you working all day next Tuesday" Ted asked pointedly.

Julie was a little confused by the question, their company had a diversity policy which enabled a number of employees to benefit from flexible working times, especially if they had young children. Julie's hours were based on a minimum number in a four week period. Normally she worked a full day on a Tuesday.

"Should be, Ted, I'll need to check." Julie responded, and puzzled asked "Why?"

"We shall enjoy ourselves further Tuesday afternoon, providing you can make it. It'll give you a little time to consider your options." Ted stated matter of factually.

Before Julie could respond Ted had pulled her too him and sensually kissed her, to a point were she could feel her excitement grow. 

The doorbell chimed, Ted checked and announced the Julie's taxi had arrived. Ted led Julie to his door, again embracing and kissing her passionately, before letting into the main foyer and out into the safety of the awaiting taxi. He informed Julie it was paid for, and again thanked her for a special evening.

Julie was sat in the back of the taxi speeding homewards, it was then it dawned on her she'd left her knickers back at Ted's.



It's Only Your Hand



Sometimes my wife will really surprise me. We were walking around the neighborhood, chatting. I don't even remember how the topic came up, but we were talking around the edges of threesomes. When I say around the edges, we weren't talking exactly about it, just hinting and what-if and such. I almost fell down when she said, "Maybe if I was really drunk." I pressed her for more juicy details, but the only thing I got was that it could only be with another guy, never a chick.

Now I knew for a while that the issue excited her. A year or two before, we had bought a realistic looking vibrator that we would include in our lovemaking on occasion. Generally, I'd only get it out when I knew she was really aroused. During these sessions I'd really put Paula through her paces, with a cock in her pussy and one in her mouth; we were even able to achieve DP twice with the rubber cock fucking her ass while I pounded her pussy, and she came like crazy. I don't know who was more turned on, her doing two cocks, or me watching her do two cocks. But this was all safe, fake imitation and we had never really considered including an actual other man in our lovemaking.

I wrote in Literotica awhile ago about another time she surprised me when she said she would like to visit a nude beach. We are fortunate to have one nearby, although it does involve about a mile walk along the shore to get to the nude part. This we've done a couple of times and it was very exciting, except the last visit was a bummer. Depending on how aroused she is, Paula can either be a showoff or a prude. You can read about the first visit on this web site. The second time she must've been hot too because she didn't even cover up as guys would walk by to get to a nearby trail. She also sucked my cock briefly on that trip. This last visit she was uptight. I know she wanted to get naked, but the beach was narrow, there seemed to be a lot of fully clothed, creepy guys walking back and forth and the mosquitoes were a terror. We still drove home and fucked like bunnies, but it wasn't the same. Afterward we talked about what we found exciting. We agreed that just being naked outdoors was a turn-on and that being naked in front of other naked people was even more of a turn-on. We also agreed that it should be casual, not as if you were on a stage, and that it shouldn't just be creepy guys, but a mix of men and women to be comfortable. Being anonymous was a plus too, since she really didn't want to be identified. 

With these things decided, I thought about how we could pursue this. I remembered the number of nude beaches in Jamaica when I visited there. While many of them seemed to only be populated by senior citizens, I knew that at least a couple of them had a younger crowd, especially in Negril. We talked about a trip there and I promised that she wouldn't have to do anything she was uncomfortable with, but that this offered all of the things that could make for a truly erotic vacation – beautiful warm sand beaches, nobody to recognize her, dozens of beautiful naked couples around. She was unsure, but willing to go. Perfect.

The trip was booked for February into an all-inclusive resort that catered to couples and boldly advertised a clothing-optional beach. Paula almost immediately went on a diet to lose a few pounds. I didn't think she really needed to, but she wouldn't be deterred. The two weeks before we left we went tanning to try to get some base color so as not to burn. Even tanning naked in the machines was a turn-on and we had plenty of sex even before we left. Paula bought two new bikinis although I kept teasing her that she wasn't permitted to wear them. She was firm in replying, "I'll be the judge of that."

The flight was long, the bus ride to the resort bumpy. Everywhere you turned a local was trying to do something for you for money or sell you something. I was glad to get onto the resort where the near constant hassling ended. The resort was everything it was advertised to be. Beautiful, secluded, clean and posh. By the time we were settled into our cottage it was a little late for the beach, so we just strolled around the several pools and bars. Almost every hour was happy hour, and we enjoyed a finger food dinner with copious drinks.

That night in bed I worked to get things started.

"So, are you going to be showing off this yummy pussy on the beach tomorrow?" I asked Paula as I slowly ran my tongue up her very slick slit.

"I don't know, we'll see." She panted back.

"Oh, I think you definitely should, it's so gorgeous." I replied. 

It was gorgeous too, she had shaved her pussy into what I call the 'porn star' look, which is my favorite. A narrow landing strip of hair above her slit, and lips shaved smooth. My poor wife will be wearing out some razors on this trip, but I love the smooth legs, armpits and pussy lips.

I brought her to within an inch of orgasm, and then slowly sunk my cock into her. She came hard and immediately. I don't know what had her so cranked up, the rum, my tongue or the idea of the nude beach. I came seconds later, dumping a gallon of come into her. Maybe these things got me cranked too.

The next morning found me gently rubbing her pussy to wake her. Since this was vacation we could have slept in, but I had better plans. Paula was in a frisky mood and instead of pushing my hand away, she pushed into it. She was wet, and it wasn't just my come left over from the night before.

"Ohhh, if you keep doing that I may have to jump on top of you." She murmured.

"As nice as that sounds, I want you on the beach. Maybe you can jump on me on the beach." I suggested.

"We'll get in trouble."

"Hold the thought."

I jumped out of bed, leaving a smoldering wife behind. Breakfast was fresh fruit I picked up at the breakfast bar and brought back to the room. When I returned, Paula was still in the shower, no doubt wearing out a razor. What a sweetie.

Afterward, we set out for the beach. Paula chose a daring pink string bikini that I know she would've never worn at home. She looked great. When we got to the beach the attendant Andre gave us towels and described the nude beach and the 'prude' beach for those who elect to keep their suits on. He also mentioned that at the rear of each beach were screened 'veranda' areas for more privacy. I got the impression that lovemaking was discouraged on the beach but permitted in the veranda areas.

We took our towels and cautiously headed to the nude beach. It was still early, perhaps nine am and the beach was only sparsely populated by perhaps four couples. Two couples were obviously together and seemed a little older than us, maybe early fifties. The other two couples were younger, maybe thirties and were not together. We set up between the older couples and one of the younger couples, about twenty feet from each. Paula had seemed pretty confident up until now, but as we sat down upon the towel I was afraid she would lose her nerve.

"Time to free those beauties," I teased, referring to her beautiful, round breasts.

"They're not beauties, I need a boob job."

"You're crazy, they look SO nice."

"Sean, you're biased."

In absolute truth, I am biased, but I am also being truthful when I say that Paula has some of the nicest real boobs I've ever seen. Just the perfect shape, only the tiniest sag, and her nipples still point slightly up.

As I looked at her expectantly, she looked up and down the beach. Each of the couples had observed us as we entered the beach, but none seemed to be looking now, and they all were already naked. Taking a deep breath, Paula took off her top. It was warm on the beach, but her nipples were erect.

"So nice." I couldn't resist commenting.

"Maybe I'll just stay like this for now." Paula remarked.

"Suit yourself, as they say. Optional means optional, but all of us guys will be disappointed."

Again, she looked up and down the beach. Sensing no threat, she untied her bottom and pulled it off.

"Happy now?" She asked.

"Very happy." I replied and pulled off my suit. I gave her a big kiss. She returned the kiss with passion.

It was a perfect day, no clouds, warm sun, light breeze. We lay together sharing small talk and an occasional kiss. The beach slowly became more crowded with couples arriving and stripping. Clothing was optional, but so far nobody had elected to retain their suits. Perhaps it was the expense of the resort that kept out the younger crowd, because so far the youngest couples seemed to be in their thirties. There were also a few more couples in their fifties, but so far no true senior citizens. Everyone seemed to keep a discrete distance from each other unless they were obviously visiting. I have to admit that some of the thirty-something wives or girlfriends looked very good. The sexual tension was keeping my cock at half staff. When one of the thirty-something guys stripped while standing nearby I teased Paula:

"What do you think of that guy." 

"He's nice, but I only want you."

"I'm sure he's getting a nice eyeful of you."

"I doubt he's looking at me, his wife is younger and prettier than me."

"Younger maybe, but not prettier. And there is no way she could be half as hot as you are in the sack."

"You're sweet."

"No, YOU"RE sweet, right - here." And as we turned and kissed I slipped a finger into her pussy. Very wet.

"Keep that up and I'll have to drag you to the veranda."

"I thought you'd never ask. Want to go right now?"

Paula raised herself up and looked around, especially at the verandas. They really were very little other than fabric screens set up away from the waters edge perhaps eight feet square. At the moment they were all vacant, with the fabric 'door' draped over the front 'wall'.

"It's too obvious." She declined. "Maybe later."

I stood and put my trunks back on. "I'll get us something to drink." With that I headed up to the bar and picked up a couple of Bahama Mama's. The beach was definitely getting more crowded and couples were now in the water as well. When I got back I noticed that one of the verandas was now occupied.

"Did you see that one of the verandas is in use?" I asked as I handed Paula her drink. 

She looked over.

"They didn't close the door!" She replied, shocked.

"No. Maybe they want an audience."

From our angle, you couldn't see too much inside the veranda, although you could tell that two people were inside and were involved together. Out of courtesy, people walking along the beach kept away from the veranda doors.

As we watched, a thirty-something couple walked by from the water to another veranda and closed the door. She was a petite blond and he was average.

"Looks like things are heating up." I remarked.

"Yes." Paula replied, slurping the last of her drink through the straw. 

"Thirsty one aren't you." I observed, kissing her. "Want another?"

"Later. Maybe we should go up before they're all taken."

The drink must've worked. I didn't expect her to go this easily. Taking her hand, we walked up. The sun was now directly overhead and shone down into the veranda. Inside was a platform with a cushion about the size of a queen sized bed. A large clean towel was over the cushion. Paula sat down.

"Sean, aren't you going to close the door?" Paula asked, troubled.

"No, it's more exciting this way, and nobody will bother us."

Paula gave me an exasperated look. I sat next to her and kissed her. She responded strongly, pulling me down on top of her as she laid back. It was very exciting, making out with my beautiful nude wife in the sunshine with just the slightest hint of risk from the couples further down on the beach. I turned Paula so that her head was towards more closed side of the veranda. Of course this meant that her legs were more towards the open side. I slowly worked my way down her body, kissing. Her nipples were now rock hard and while I sucked one, Paula pulled and twisted the other. She was really turned on. Lower and lower I went. I gave her pussy one long lick and she gasped.

Looking toward the beach, I noticed a thirty-something man standing a discrete distance away, looking back towards us. It was pretty obvious that he was watching and looking to see my reaction. I smiled at him and nodded my head.

"Paula darling," I said in between licks, "there is a gentleman watching me eat your perfect pussy."

"Ohhh." Was all she seemed able to reply.

I looked back and the gentleman had walked closer, about as close as you could get and still be considered courteous. His cock was at about half staff. At this range he could pretty much see everything. I licked Paula's pussy some more.

"He can see you clearly now." I threatened. 

This was similar to a fantasy we had shared many times before where I would fuck Paula in front of another man. That fantasy always went much further with him joining us in a threesome. I was certain that Paula remembered that frequent fantasy.

"Show him how yummy your pussy is." I commanded.

This was our signal for Paula to do something that has always turned me on incredibly. Paula took her left hand away from pulling her left nipple and slowly slid it down her body until it was at the entrance to her slit. I backed away far enough for the stranger to have a clear view of her as she slid her middle finger all the way into her snatch and plunged it in several times. Panting, she then pulled the sopping wet digit out and placed it into her mouth sucking off her juices.

The stranger moved still closer, his eyes wide. He had his hand on his cock, now erect.

"Should I invite him in?" I asked.

"I don't know." She panted. This was her signal for a guilt-free yes.

I motioned with my finger for the stranger to come into the veranda. As soon as he stepped inside I motioned for him to stop. Now Paula could see him through half-closed eyes. He was slowly jacking his cock off. I could hear him breathing heavily and wondered if he was about to come. I sensed that Paula was getting close and I didn't want her to come just yet.

"I think it's time for you to show him what a great cocksucker you are." I instructed Paula.

With that, I laid on the cushion next to her, and she moved down alongside of me. Looking first at me, then at the masturbating stranger, then again back to me, she took my throbbing cock into her mouth. Both the stranger and I moaned softly as she worked her mouth up and down my rigid cock. Paula looked both frightened and excited as she bobbed up and down. The stranger was only perhaps three feet away from us.

"Show him how good you are honey." I urged her.

And she can be damn good. Taking me deep, almost into her throat, pulling it out and licking me like a lolipop, then rubbing my cock across her face.

"I bet he wishes it was HIS cock you were working on." I continued.

With that, we both looked at him, and he was nodding his head up and down as he continued to stroke his cock.

"We'll have to think about that I think." I teased.

Just thinking about Paula sucking his cock got me a little too close to cumming, and I pulled her off of me.

"Time for you to take a seat I think." I instructed Paula.

She climbed up on top of me and reaching down, lined my cock up with her sopping snatch.

"Slow." Was all I said.

And slow was how she lowered herself onto me, sinking ever further down until I was buried in her. Paula let out a gentle sigh as she began rocking on my cock. I was afraid that she might come immediately and that the fun would be over, but she didn't. Good. Now with a nice slow rhythm going we both had a chance to look over our guest more carefully. Like I said before, he was perhaps 33, a little shorter than me at 5'11" and lighter too at about 180lbs. Overall I'd have to say average. His cock too was average at about six inches. This whole scenario was going much further than I ever expected it would, and so far it was very hot. Did I dare let it go to the next level? Would Paula? With Paula rocking above me she was even closer to the stranger's cock, and I saw her looking at both it and him. She still looked a little scared, but based on how wet her pussy was she was definitely turned on. I decided that we may never again find ourselves in this position and as hot as things already were, I risked making them hotter.

"Maybe you could help our friend out with that." I suggested to Paula.

"How?"

"You know, use your hand instead of his."

"I don't know." Her stock answer.

"It's just your hand."

The stranger, sensing her indecision, removed his hand from his cock. It dangled before him, red and hard. Paula looked at it, then at me. Finally she made up her mind and reached out, grabbing the strangers cock. He let out a sigh as she began stroking him. The scene was so erotic I had to stop her rocking on me for a moment to control my orgasm. I hung on the end for an eternity, fighting off the orgasm as she stroked our guest's cock. Finally bringing myself under control, I began thrusting again into her and she returned her rocking.

"Don't let him come on me." I warned her.

"Where should he come?" She asked.

"All over your gorgeous tits." I replied. I figured if we are going to do this, we might as well do it right, and I wasn't sure either of us was ready for Paula to take him into her mouth.

She must have thought about it though. All of our threesome fantasies had her sucking the strange cock while I fucked her, I'm sure she remembered that. Almost as a tease she turned her head, directly facing his cock as she stroked him. She looked at me, a mixture of dread, fear and excitement on her face. I almost told her to suck him, if even for a moment, but now I was afraid. I almost told her to let him come on her face, but that too scared me a little. The stranger must have had these same thoughts because with a sudden groan he came. Paula quickly directed his cock down, towards her tits where he sprayed stream after stream of white semen. She wasn't quite fast enough, because the first shot hit her neck. With this deluge, I couldn't hang on any longer, cumming gallons into my wife's hot box. My moaning and his moaning must have set Paula off, because she promptly came too, riding my cock for all it was worth. Bouncing hard up and down as she continued to stroke the second cock.

When we had all settled down I handed Paula a towel to mop up.

"Thanks. That was really great." The stranger offered, his first words to us.

"This is Paula, and I'm Sean." I replied, holding out my hand.

"Charlie, my wife Rose is probably looking for me." Shaking my hand.

"Perhaps we'll meet again."

"I hope so, I can't believe this."

Kissing Paula on the forehead, Charlie left us with "Thanks again." 

"I can't believe we just did that." Paula scolded.

"I can't either, but it was fantastic. Are you OK?"

"I don't know what I am, besides wet." She laughed.

We went back out to our towel on the beach. I was afraid that everyone would be watching, but nobody even noticed, or if they did they were very tactful. I looked for Charlie and Rose but didn't see them.