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A New Life Ch. 01

By: RGB650



Riiiinng! Riinnnnng!

"Hello. This is Pastor Bursman."

When Paul Bursman, pastor of Thomasville Community Church in Thomasville, AZ, answered the phone on that fateful Friday afternoon, he had no idea that it would set off a chain of events that would change the life of his whole family forever.

On the phone was Frank Pierce, the owner of the local garage. Two business men had been traveling through the area when the water pump on their car went out. He could get the part and have them fixed up by noon the next day. But they needed a place to stay the night. Little Thomasville did not have a motel; just a small bed and breakfast, and it was already full for the night. Could the two men stay at the church?

This was not an unusual request. In fact it happened a lot in this small community. The church had even purchased several cots to be used in the fellowship hall when needed. Pastor Bursman agreed to come and get the men and set them up in the church. Then he told his wife, Mary, the situation and suggested they invite the two men for supper. She readily agreed.

It took Paul about half an hour to drive to the garage, pick up the two men, and get them set up at the church, before they all went over to the house for supper. By then Mary, with the help of their two children, Lydia and Timothy, had the table set and supper ready to be served.

Paul introduced the two men to his family. Ron Thomas and Tom Baker were from California and said they worked as salespeople for a computer company. They laughed about being stuck in Thomasville, since both of them had Thomas in their names. They seemed friendly and everyone enjoyed the table talk during the meal. After the meal was over Tom asked to use the bathroom before they went back to the church. While he was gone Ron helped Mary and the children clear the table.

Suddenly, it happened. When Tom came out of the bathroom, he was no longer the nice, friendly salesman from California. His face was stern, almost angry. He shoved the barrel of a gun in Paul's face.

"Sit down and be quiet. Do exactly what we say and maybe you'll all live through this."

Ron grabbed Lydia from behind and thrust the point of a knife against her neck. As she screamed Tim made a move to help her.

"Easy, boy." Ron said. "She'll be dead before you ever get here. Just back off and sit down on the floor where we can keep an eye on you. Mom, you sit next to him."

Mary, who was by now white as a sheet, quickly sank to the floor. "Please don't hurt her." she cried.

Just that quickly Ron and Tom had the Bursmans at their mercy. Ron stood holding Lydia and the knife. Tim and Mary were on the floor and Paul sat on a kitchen chair nearby. Tom looked around.

"Think you can control things in here while I go see what I can find?" he asked Ron.

"Sure, no problem. They aren't going to try anything fancy as long as I've got the girl here." Ron replied, pressing the knife blade into Lydia's neck a little for emphasis. "Isn't that right, folks?"

Tom left the room. Ron settled back, drawing Lydia with him. "Now, everybody just stay put where you are and your little girl here will remain OK. Try to get up and I'll spray her blood all over the place."

"What's going on?" Paul asked, his voice a little shaky with fear. "Are you robbing us?"

Ron smiled. "You could say that. Actually we need your car. That idiot at the garage could still check on our car and find out we stole it. We need to get out of here tonight yet. But since you invited us into your house and we have the opportunity, we thought, what the hell. We might as well see what other goodies we could find to make it worth our while."

"Then take what you want and leave us alone." Paul begged. "Just don't hurt anyone. Please!"

"Do what we say, when we say it, and no one has to be hurt." Ron replied. "Now, just sit there and shut up."

After about a half hour of waiting, Tom returned with a pillow case which was about a third full of stuff. "Didn't find much," he said. "Only about $200-300.00 worth."

"Well, that's better than nothing." Ron replied. Then he turned to Paul. "OK, give Tom your car keys. It's time we got out of here."

Paul reached into his pocket and tossed his keys to Tom. Anything to get them away from his family, he thought. He could see the fear in his daughter's eyes. And Mary looked like she might faint at any time. Even Tim looked sick with the strain of the last half hour. And Paul realized he didn't feel too good either.

"Wait a minute," Tom said, as he caught Paul's keys. "We can't just leave them here. They'll have the cops on us in no time. We have to tie them up or something. ... Hold on. I've got an idea. Be back in a minute." With that he headed out the back door. A couple of minutes later he was back, carrying the clothesline from the back yard. "We can use this," he said.

"Yeah!" Ron smiled lewdly. "And I know just how we're going to do it to buy us even more time. Come on."

At Ron's direction, he and Tom herded Paul and his family into the master bedroom. He instructed Paul and Tim to bring two of the high-backed chairs from the dining room with them. Tom removed the bedside phone and threw it into hall.

Still holding the knife to Lydia's throat, Ron said, "Now, all of you get your clothes off. Strip naked!"

"What!??" Mary said in unbelief.

She could not believe her ears. No one had ever seen her naked since her mother stopped bathing her when she was a child, not even her husband. Both she and Paul were from very strict religious homes. They had been taught that nudity led to lust which was the root of all sexual sins. Even when they were trying to have children (the only reason for any sexual contact at all) she was fully clothed in pajamas that had a special hole in them at the proper place. Her mother had provided them for her as a wedding gift. She would put lubrication on her vagina and close her eyes while Paul rubbed himself until he was ready. Then he would insert the head of his penis through the hole in her pajama bottoms and into her vagina and rub himself until he shot his sperm into her. She would stay in a prone position with her legs up to allow his sperm the chance to find her egg and make her pregnant while he went to clean up. They only did this at the height of her fertility cycle, which she kept an accurate record of. Otherwise they had no sexual contact at all. In fact, since she had "female problems" and had to have her ovaries removed several years ago, she and Paul had not had any sexual contact at all for over six years. And that included no nudity. They even slept in twin beds so they would not be tempted to sin.

"I can't do that." she exclaimed, fear showing in her eyes.

Ron smiled lewdly. "It's either that or watch your daughter's blood splatter all over this room when I slit her throat." He pressed the knife blade tight against Lydia's throat, causing her to cry out in pain.

"No!" Mary cried in panic, holding up her hands in an attempt to stop him from hurting her daughter. Sweat broke out all over her forehead as her trembling hands reached up to begin unbuttoning her blouse.

Tom shoved the barrel of his gun into Paul's back. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he barked. "You heard Ron. Get naked. You too, kid."

Knowing they had no choice, Paul and Tim bowed their heads and slowly began to remove their clothes. Paul and Mary had taught their children just what they had been taught by their parents. Nudity and sex were wrong. Their bodies were something to be ashamed of. As more and more of their bodies were exposed, tears began to fill their eyes in shame. Soon all three were down to their underwear, Paul and Tim in boxers, Mary in plain white bra and panties. They paused, hoping this would satisfy their captors.

When they stopped, Ron grew angry. "I said, get naked!" he yelled, once again pushing the point of the knife into Lydia's throat until she cried out.

Quickly Paul, Mary, and Tim removed their last articles of clothing and stood naked before each other for the first time in their lives. Tim, at age eighteen, was in the height of his battle with his hormones. He had always thought that the female body was supposed to be some ugly, hideous thing that they had to keep covered. But as he looked at his mother's naked body (and he couldn't help but look) he was amazed at how beautiful she was. Her breasts stood so proud on her chest. They were capped with dainty pink nipples. Her hips flared nicely from her narrow waist, leading to wonderfully shaped legs. At their junction was a mat of dark hair that hid her vagina from his view. He forced himself to look away. It was wrong for him to look at his mother this way.

Even Paul was stunned to see his wife in all her naked glory. He had always thought she was pretty. He knew she was a wonderful woman on the inside. Now he realized she was also a beautiful woman on the outside. Could he ever look at her again without seeing her gloriously naked in his mind? He wondered.

Mary stood there, her head bowed, shaking as she felt the eyes of the others staring at her nude body. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life. Slowly she looked up and gasped. There were her husband and son naked before her. She could not take her eyes away from their penises. For some reason they fascinated her, especially her son's. She blushed deep red and forced herself to look away, back down at the floor.

"Wow!" said Ron. "What a gorgeous body. I sure wouldn't mind fucking her right now."

"Come on, Ron. We haven't got the time for that kind of thing now." Tom said, anxiously. "That guy at the garage could already be checking on that car, or he could have done it and be contacting the police even now. Let's get this over with and get out of here."

"OK! OK!" Ron replied, frustrated. "Now you guys sit in those chairs. Tom, use some of that rope to tie their legs to the legs of the chairs." Paul and Tim sat down and Tom tied their legs to the chairs.

"Now, mom, go sit on your son's lap." Ron commanded.

Mary's head jerked up in surprise, her eyes wide. "You mean my husband's lap, right?" she asked hopefully.

Ron laughed out loud. "No. I mean your son's lap. And hurry up. I don't have all day."

Mary could see it in his eyes. She had no choice. Slowly she went over and sat on her son's lap, facing away from him.

"No. Not that way. Turn around." Ron commanded. "Face him and straddle his lap. Tom, tie her legs to the back legs of the chair. Then tie his hands together behind her back and her hands to the back of the chair. Then tie their chests to the back of the chair, too. That ought to hold them for a long while."

Mary turned and faced her son. She blushed as her naked breast brushed his face as she spread her legs and sat on his lap. The touch of her naked body against that of her son was almost electric, sending tingling sensations up and down her body. She was especially conscious of the feel of her breasts as they pressed into his chest. "Tim, I'm so sorry." she said, as she sat down.

Tim had to stifle a moan as his mother's weight came down on his lap. He had almost reacted without thinking when her breast brushed against his face. He caught himself just before he kissed it, turning beet red at the thought that he could even consider such an act. And now he could feel his mother's breasts pushing against his chest, her nipples tight against his skin. He tried to concentrate on anything other than his mother in an attempt to regain control of his emotions.

Once Tim and Mary were securely tied to their chair, Ron pushed Lydia away from himself. "Your turn, girl." he said. "Get naked and go sit on your dad's lap, just like your mother is doing. Tom, tie them up just like you did the others. I want to fix the bedroom door."

Paul and Tim could not help but watch as Lydia removed her clothes. Her pert breasts, capped with large dark pink nipples looked mouth-wateringly good. And her vagina had only a light covering of hair. They could clearly see her vaginal lips beneath. With her slim waist and long shapely legs, at age nineteen she was a vision of sensual beauty.

Without realizing it, Tim licked his lips. Paul stared transfixed as his daughter shyly walked over to him and placed her beautiful naked body in his lap. Quickly Tom tied them to the chair. Now Lydia and Paul were experiencing the same kind of sensations that Tim and Mary were feeling: naked skin rubbing against naked skin, firm breasts pressed against naked flesh. All four were beginning to feel the heat of aroused bodies as they rubbed against each other.

While Tom finished tying Lydia and Paul, Ron removed the bedroom door handle from the door and turned it around so that the lock was on the outside instead of the inside. He and Tom took one last look at their handy work. "That ought to hold them for awhile." Ron said. Then they left, taking the pile of discarded clothes with them and locking the door behind them.

The Bursmans heard them bang around in the house for a few minutes, then leave. They heard their car doors slam, the car start and leave the driveway. Suddenly they were alone and all was quiet.

After waiting a few minutes in the quiet to make sure they were really alone, Paul began to work his hands in an effort to free them from their bonds. To do this he had to rub his naked body against that of his daughter, Lydia. Lydia squirmed against her father.

"Dad, don't move like that. It tingles." she said as her body began to respond to the friction of naked flesh against naked flesh. Her nipples grew hard as they pressed into her father's chest. She could feel moisture beginning to collect between her legs. She had never experienced these sensations before. The feelings coursing through her body felt oh, so good. But they also scared her.

"I have to, honey." Paul said as he continued to struggle against his bonds. "This is Friday. Nobody will think to check on us until Sunday when I don't show up for church services. If we don't get free on our own we could be here all night, all day tomorrow, and all night tomorrow night. Now concentrate on getting free. Tim, you and your mom need to try and get free too."

"Right, dad," Tim said as he began to struggle against his bonds.

Mary and Lydia joined in the struggle to free themselves, but the ropes were securely tied. They could do little to loosen them. All their struggling did was cause them to rub against each other's naked flesh more, sending sensual sensations tingling through their bodies.

Mary could not believe the pleasurable feelings that were racing through her body as she rubbed against her son. She had been taught that sexual feelings were horrible and bad. But what she was feeling was anything but bad. Her whole body seemed alive, hungry for the sensual feeling of intimate contact with another human being. She could feel her nipples harden as she moved against Tim's chest. Goose bumps formed on her arms and legs. Her vagina became wet for the first time in her life. She moaned as the sexual energy flowed through her body.

Tim could feel his mother's breasts against his chest, her hardening nipples pressing into him. As she continued to struggle against her bonds, her arms and legs rubbed against him. He seemed extra sensitive to her every touch. He could even feel her pubic hair brush against his stomach. His body seemed on fire with her contact. He couldn't help it. His cock began to harden and rise. The harder he tried to think about something else, anything else, the more his mind focused on his naked mother's body sitting on his lap. And his cock grew bigger and bigger.

Paul was experiencing the same problem his son was. No matter how much he tried to focus on what he was doing to free himself, he was acutely aware of his naked daughter struggling on his lap. He, too, felt hard nipples poking into his chest. The intimate touch of her naked arms and legs sent sexual feelings flowing through his body. Never in his life had he dared feel what he was feeling now for his own daughter. To his utter shame he wanted to grab her, pull her close and kiss her, deeply and passionately. He was horrified to realize that his cock was beginning to rise and harden at the thoughts that were going through his mind as Lydia rubbed against him.

As she struggled to free herself, Lydia enjoyed the feel of her naked flesh rubbing against that of her father. Her body tingled in a most pleasurable way. Her vagina began to dampen. She became more exaggerated in her movements in order to enhance the feelings flowing through her body. She couldn't help it. It all felt so wonderful. Soon she began to feel something hard pressing against her naked butt. It took her a couple of minutes to realize what it was. When she did, a hot flush rushed through her sexually excited body and her pussy flooded with her juices. Her dad, her proper and prudish pastor-father, had an erection. He was just as turned on as she was. She blushed as she realized that her naked body was making her dad sexually excited. With a wicked smile she churned even harder against his rising penis. When he groaned aloud, she got so excited she squirmed with joy, causing him to groan again, even louder.

Mary was caught up in her own sexual world. Her parents were wrong. This felt wonderful, beautiful, loving. She looked into her son's eyes. They were filled with wonder, lust, and confusion, all rolled into one. Now she was not even trying to free herself anymore. She was brazenly rubbing her naked flesh against her son, hungering for more and more of the powerful sensations that were setting her body on fire. When she felt his hardening penis press against her butt, her vagina seemed to erupt with moisture. She began to rotate her hips, stroking his manhood with her naked flesh.

"Oh, mom!" Tim groaned as he felt his mother churn against his naked body. "What are you doing? Mom, we have to stop for a minute. We have to get control of ourselves and get free. Mom!!!"

Mary continued to move her bottom against her son. Using a back and forth motion she managed to work his hard shaft up between them. Now it was pressed against his belly and her vagina. As she rubbed against it the head pressed on her clit.

"Oh, yeeeeessssssss." she moaned, as new, even more intense feelings erupted in her body. Her movements became more excited. She leaned into her son's body, stroking herself harder and faster against his hot member.

"Mary! What are you doing?" Paul was shocked, watching his wife rub her naked flesh against her son like a shameless whore. "Stop that, right this instant!"

Lydia was also shocked to see what her mother was doing. But more than that, it really made her hot. She could feel her father's hard shaft poking up at her. He was just as turned on as she and her mom were. She began to mimic her mom's movements, as she rubbed her hot body against that of her father.

"Come on, dad." She scolded. "I can feel your hard penis poking me down there. Don't yell at mom for the same things you're thinking and feeling."

"Lydia, stop talking like that. Don't squirm around so much!" responded Paul. He was trying very hard not to respond to the motion of his daughter's body. "We can't do this. It's wrong. We have to concentrate on getting free."

And then he groaned, "OOOOOhhhhhhh!" as Lydia's movements brought his shaft up between them and she pressed her hot, wet vagina against it. His mind was losing the battle as his building sexual lust grew.

When Paul groaned loudly, Mary looked over at her husband and daughter. What she saw sent new stabs of lust shooting through her body. Paul's face showed his struggle between lust and fear. Lydia's face was all lust and love as she openly rubbed her naked flesh against her father. Both bodies were flushed with the excitement of the moment. "Beautiful, simply beautiful," she thought. Then she turned her attention to her son. She could see the lust and confusion on his face as he looked at his father and sister in the midst of their sexual dance.


A New Life Ch. 01



Author Note: I would like to thank AsylumSeeker and Techsan for his help in editing this story. It should be noted that add somewhat to the storyline, so any mistake are my fault.

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Stefen was born an only child to what appeared as two loving parents; from the time he was able to walk, he lived under his mother's cruelness and abuse. The father tried his best to protect his son, but there was only so much a man could do. When Stefen was ten his father left them. Stefen was left behind, by himself, because no one on either his mother's or father's side of the family wanted to feel the woman's wrath.

There was only one person he could turn to when it got to be too much: Alexandria, or Aly, as she liked to be called. Aly was his mother's youngest sister. She was just ten years older than Stefen, and lived next door. She would always welcome him into her house when his mother left and went on her way to paint the town with the men she dated.

Alexandria and her sister never saw eye to eye when it came to Stefen's welfare. At one family reunion Aly and his mother had an all-out fight because Stefen had come to the family gathering with marks on his face and even had blood on the side of his head. 

Rather than see his aunt fight, Stefen ran from the gathering all the way to the park bridge over the river. As he just stood there and let all his pain out, he cried and started hitting the concrete bridge. As Stefen sat on the hard concrete, he looked out at the silent river below. While listening to the night, he could hear people calling for him. 

As he looked over toward the woods, he could see flashlight beams heading toward him and more beams approaching from the other side. Jumping up, he shook his head 'no more'. He was not going back to that woman; he would rather be dead than go back with her. 

After backing up he began to run toward the railing just as footsteps could be heard on the bridge. When he reached the railing, he was about to jump when he was tackled to the ground. As he looked up he found himself peering into the blue eyes of his aunt. She was only twenty years old but she looked younger. 

"I'm not going back," he yelled, trying to get up. "I'm not going back to hell; I'd rather die."

Alexandria grabbed onto Stefen and held him as she whispered, "You won't have to go back. She's gone too far. The family could not turn a blind eye to this."

She held him and felt him cry. They could hear more footsteps coming towards them. She loved Stefen with all her heart and it broke every time she saw what her sister was doing to him. Alexandria and Stefen were closer in age than anyone else and with the family she felt like an outsider to everyone except him. She felt something warm and wet on the side of his face as she reached up, and saw that his wound had re-opened when she knocked him to the ground. She realized he must have hit his head. 

"Someone call 9-1-1," she screamed. "Hurry, please."

********

As Alexandria watched Stefen, she jumped up and began to clap when he sent his opponent to the mat. Stefen was now eighteen and was a USJF black belt member. 

She thought back to how much Stefen had grown over the years since that first day she'd taken him in. After spending a week in the hospital for all the abuse he suffered, Alexandria was able to take him home with her. So many things followed...

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The first year, Stefen shut himself off to the world. Not showing any emotion, he just didn't want to be hurt anymore. He would hide from anyone that came to his room, and he never came to dinner. Alexandria started leaving his food outside his door. 

She began to worry about him when he began to have nightmares, screaming in the middle of the night. Any time Alexandria tried to comfort him, he would hit her chest trying to pull away from her until he just ran out of energy and went back to sleep. 

****

When he had nightmares, Alexandria would stay in his bed and not move until he woke her up. When Stefen was eleven, Alexandria decided it was time to move, and try to get away from Stefen's past. She prayed that moving to a new city would help him open.

It was in the new city that Stefen began to open up to her. He would give her hugs and kisses whenever she seemed sad. And he would welcome her touch. 

When he started at his new school, Stefen was a loner. The only activity that he found that could hold his attention was judo. When Stefen enrolled in high school, he also joined the judo team. At the age of fifteen he had gone to the regional championship.

During that same year, Alexandria began to get jealous whenever girls called the house asking for Stefen. Yet she noticed that he never once left for a date; he always spent his time with her. 

When he was sixteen, Alexandria went out on a date and didn't come back until three in the morning with her date. When she awoke the next day, she couldn't find Stefen anywhere in the house. As she searched the house, she saw movement in the tree house. She felt like her heart was crushing her when he wouldn't come down.

"Stefen," she yelled, "come inside."

"Is your date gone?" Stefen asked as he looked out.

Alexandria looked up at him when he said 'date'; she had forgotten that he was in the room next to her. She began to climb up the ladder to what Stefen called his Fortress of Solitaire, when he shut and locked his trap door. With a door shut in her face, Alexandria knew she must have said something to hurt his feelings. 

As she listened, she could hear Stefen repeating over and over that he was a mistake, that he was never meant to be born. 

Then it all came back. When she had walked into the house she was drunk. Stefen had moved to help her to her room when a man followed her into the house. 

Her date looked at Stefen and asked, "Who is he?"

Aly staggered for a few seconds before replying, "That's my sister son. I made the mistake of taking him in after she made the mistake of having him."

Aly climbed down the ladder, fell to her knees, and began to cry. She looked around, and when she saw the man enter the room, she got a good look at him. He appeared to be in his late thirties, with brown hair and blue eyes. When she saw the beer gut, she kicked him out. 

She called her oldest niece, Samantha or Sam, who was another one of Stefen's defenders, to her house. When Sam arrived and found her aunt in her room sobbing, she started looking for Stefen. 

Sam found him in his tree house repeating, "I didn't ask to be born. I just want to die now."

After trying to get him to open the door, Sam went back inside and called her brother John and Stefen's best friend, Richard. While waiting for them she got the full story from Aly about what was going on. Sam kept looking out the window to ensure that Stefen remained in her view and to make sure he didn't hurt himself. One of the biggest things Stefen's mother ever called him was a Mistake and that the only reason he was alive was because of his father.

When John and Rich arrived, she had them break the door to Stefen's tree house, and when she climbed inside the house, she screamed. John came up as soon as she screamed and, when he saw his younger cousin on the ground, he vomited. It appeared that Stefen had a razor in the tree house and had cut himself. 

Sam immediately called 911, while John took the razor from his cousin and began to wrap the cuts on his arm and legs. When Aly came to the tree house, she broke down and started crying again, and Sam had to help her back inside the house. It wasn't until that point that Aly and Sam, for the first time, realized how much mental and emotional damage his mother had caused.

While Stefen was in the hospital, the medical staff had to keep him sedated because he would get all jumpy and try to get out of his restraints any time a female member of his family or medical staff entered the room. Aly and Sam never left his bedside. One would always be there holding his hand and whispering to him that he was not a mistake; he was a miracle for the family. 

When Stefen was awake he would see the on duty psychiatrist, who diagnosed Stefen with a severe case of clinical depression. At the age of sixteen, Stefen was placed on antidepressants, and was released back into the care of Aly, but Sam also moved in with them to ensure that someone always kept an eye on him. As Stefen began to grow into his own person, Aly and Sam never tried to control him, even when he made mistakes. They were always proud when he learned from them.

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As Aly looked at the mat, she watched as Stefen sidestepped a low kick, only to return a high kick to the other male's chest. A loud cheer went up in the air when it was announced that the match was over and Stefen had won the Regional Championship. 

Alexis ran down from the stands and jumped into Stefen's arms, whispering, "I love you, Stefen Moss."

Stefen gave his aunt a tight squeeze as they embraced. For eight years, Stefen had been in her care and he slowly began to open up to her and Sam as they showed him that there was love in the world. Two years earlier, Sam had married off to a wealthy CFO who had been courting her since she began to work for a software company. 

After Sam had gotten married, Aly thought she would have to start off with Stefen again for fear that Sam leaving him would show him he had no one. However, she need not have worried because Stefen saw that Aly was still there for him and he opened up more to her but held back some secrets. 

Alexandria was the only woman in his life that wanted him for who he was, faults and all. It was getting dark when the two of them had left the local restaurant to celebrate Stefen's new title, and they were the last two to leave the party. Alexandria could not believe that this young man had grown up to be a member of his school AFJROTC program. Heck, she was surprised when he was promoted to the rank of Cadet Major. Everyone in the family thought that he would become this young man that would hide from people and they were surprised when Alexandria began to help him open up.

Stefen himself was shocked at the changes of just having a caring person in his life. When his mother was placed in jail for child abuse and child endangerment, he went to live with his aunt. He had grown to love his aunt for being the caring woman she had become, yet he didn't hold anything against his mother. 

Aly gave Stefen a kiss on the cheek as he held her car door open for her. He was always a gentleman when it came to women. After ensuring that his lovely aunt was in the driver's side, he got in the passenger side of the car and they began to drive back to the house. 

When the pair got home, Aly looked at Stefen as he prepared to go to bed. She watched as he walked around in his boxers while getting his uniform ready for school the next day. Looking at him, Aly had to use all her will power not to grab him and throw him against the wall and kiss him with passion. She thought she was alone in her feeling; she had no idea that Stefen was also fighting the same battle. He had to grab a hold of his bed post when he saw Aly walk to the bathroom in her silk nightgown. 

Stefen was fighting a war in his mind. He loved his aunt and somewhere along the line, he began to love her too much. She was one of two women that showed him love, and he thought he was crazy to feel the way that he did for her. A simple kiss from her gave him a hard-on and he always tried to hide that fact from her. 

As he lay down on his bed, Stefen looked around his room. He was proud to have a home that was loving. Slowly, Stefen rolled over and began to allow his world to fade into his dreams.

******** 

"Stefen, wake up," Aly yelled into the room. "NOW, mister!"

Stefen pulled his cover over his head to block out the sunlight as it shined in his eyes. He felt Aly tugging at the cover to pull it off of him. "Stefen, why is it every morning we do this?"

"Five more minutes, Aly," Stefen replied as he rolled over. 

Aly shook her head and jumped onto the bed and straddled Stefen. Her pelvis area connected with his, causing him to sit up. He tried to get up, but she pushed him down on the bed and gave him a smile. The problem was that he had a hard-on.

"Well, it seems like someone is awake," Aly said, giving Stefen a kiss on the lip. 

The kiss lingered longer than any kiss between the two of them. Aly suddenly pulled away and left the room.

Standing up, Stefen kicked his desk and just bit his tongue as pain shot through his entire body. When he looked at his clock, he saw he only had a few minutes to get ready. While he was getting ready, Aly sat on her bed and cried because he was the only man in her life who loved her, and she didn't care that most people frowned on her feelings. 

Aly looked at the dress that was hanging in her closet; it was the Winter Review for Stefen and he didn't know she was coming. In fact, his entire family save his mother was coming. Aly wanted to surprise him. 

Stefen grabbed his officer's hat as he ran down the stairs and yelled, "See you later, Aly."

Aly looked out from her window as Stefen walked to the bus stop. She saw three of his friends waiting for him. 

'Why is the man I love my nephew?' she thought.

********

Stefen looked at the cadets as they moved about, but all he could think about was the kiss that his aunt had given him. 

"Stefen," a deep male voice asked, "are we ready?"

Stefen did an about-face and saw that his Commanding Officer had walked into the room. "Group, Atten-hut!"

Stefen looked at the Colonel and saw a smile flash across his face; the old man could read anyone like a book. He could tell that his number one cadet had something on his mind and if Stefen Moss had something on his mind it was big. Colonel Davis looked around the room and saw more female cadets and he knew it had something to do with Stefen. The rumor in the school was that his shyness was a trait that the female population of the school found to be hot. 

"Son," Davis asked, "so what's bugging you?"

"Nothing, sir," Stefen replied. "I just want this to go smoothly. It's not every day that I'm stepping down from Wing Commander."

Davis nodded. He knew when to push Stefen and this was not the time. Davis looked up as he saw someone in the doorway. The program was just about to get started. As he looked at the young woman, he noticed that she and Stefen shared some of the same features. 

He didn't have time to think about it as he heard the sound of the program beginning. When he looked up, he saw Stefen take his place in the middle of the command staff. He had to suppress a smile, because Stefen had great potential. 

As Stefen stood with his Vice Commander (?) and his Inspector General, he caught a glimpse of his aunt making her way to the bleachers. Stefen had to compose himself as the program got started. 

'Why is the woman I've come to love forbidden to me?' he thought.

******

"You must be very proud of Stefen, Miss Moss," Davis asked.

Aly looked at the older officer as they walked down the halls to the classroom. When the program had ended, the cadets had been dismissed to go to lunch. Yet, the Cadet Senior Staff had returned to there third period class along with the first year cadets in Echo Flight. 

She smiled at him as she replied, "I really am Colonel, he had a troubled past but look at what he has done."

Coming to the classroom door, they could hear Stefen yelling inside, "...mean to be in this Corp, your rank, now!"

Aly and Davis both opened the door to find Stefen standing on his feet. In fact his entire staff was on their feet looking at two third year cadets and a first year cadet. As Aly looked them over she saw that they had cuts and bruises, the younger child had some blood on his uniform. She jumped a bit when Stefen slammed his hand on the desk. At that point, the new Inspector General noticed Davis and Aly and declared, "Room Atten-hut."

Stepping into the room, Davis noticed that the two third years were shaking, and he knew he wasn't the cause. It was an inside joke in the Corp that between Moss and Davis's anger, cadets would rather face Colonel Davis.

"Mister Moss, what going on?"

Stefen looked at his commanding officer and then saw Aly standing in the door way, "Sir, Cadets Johnson and Ramirez thought it would be funny to mess with a first year, except this one fought back. Mister Smith, you will be removed from your command slot, but you two I want your rank or else you both take me on."

There was a gasp from everyone in the room. Johnson and Ramirez looked at each other as they threw their rank on the desk. To fight against Stefen was a punishment that no one wanted, and even he knew that.

"Sir," Stefen said sitting back down, "I would like to request that both cadets be placed on the no promotion list for the next year."

"Granted," Davis replied as Stefen walked out of the room.

Aly looked at Stefen and grabbed him by the shirt as she pulled him out of the room; she had seen this side of him only once before and it was not pretty.

"Stefen, what's wrong?" Aly asked him.

"Nothing's wrong, Aly," he replied looking at a flock of ducks, "they just picked the wrong day to piss me off."

As she reached out to grab his shoulder, Sam and John came around the corner, "Say, Aly, is he ready to leave? We don't have all day."

"Yeah, he just needs to grab his coat."

Aly pushed him back into the classroom. As he grabbed his coat, he looked at the two senior cadets, "Mister Wilson, inform Sergeant Williams that her nephew has lost his rank and he's inches from me kicking his ass."

Davis looked at Stefen and began to shake his head. He knew Stefen was pissed, but rarely did he cuss in front of the first years. Cadet Major James Wilson nodded as Stefen left the class room but not before pulling James Smith into the hall.

"James," Stefen said, "what the hell were you thinking?"

"Sorry, sir..."

"James, this is me you're talking to," Stefen replied, "I'm was your brother's best friend."

James looked at him and fear crept into his eye. He trusted Stefen, but he was afraid to tell him that the two cadets were talking about how his brother who had just died was sleeping with Stefen.

"Stefen...they were calling..." 

He never finished his story as Stefen could tell what had been said and anger overcame him like a fire. As he turned toward the room, James ran off to get Stefen's family. Colonel Davis looked up when he heard the door hit a locker. As he looked up, he saw Stefen enter the room once more with murder in his eyes as he looked at Johnson and Ramirez. Davis tried to get to him before Stefen did any harm, but he was too slow. As Johnson and Ramirez were yanked out of their chairs and pushed against the wall, Stefen tightened his grip on their necks.

"I would like to remind you two jackasses," Stefen said, "that when you speak ill of the dead, it has a way of biting you in the butt. So you think my best friend was my lover. You think the man that saved my life when I tried to kill myself was my lover. Do you know what it's like to lose the only friend you had because of your mistakes? I think not, but you will learn."

Stefen slowly began to tighten his grip around their necks, as they gasped for air. Suddenly he was pulled off them by not one but five people. In turn ten people began to escort him to Aly's car fearing that he would lose control again. After he was in the car, Aly looked at him and began to drive; she remembered that day. Stefen had just gotten word that his mother was coming out of jail and she wanted to see him. 

The meeting didn't go so well. After he left the meeting, he jumped off a bridge into a river. Ricky had gone to the meeting and stayed outside the room. When he saw Stefen leave the meeting, he followed him. Ricky wasn't a good swimmer, and had died saving Stefen. For months he didn't talk to anyone and blamed himself. That was when JROTC had come into his life. Aly looked at her nephew and took a breath. As she reached over to touch his hand and he tried to recoil from her, she gripped his hand and watched as he began to sob. He had never cried since that day. He had kept everything inside not letting anyone in. When they reached the house, Aly wrapped her arms around him as he began to cry.




A New Life Ch. 01



'This boy has gone through so much pain and it was mostly caused by my sister, his mother,' she thought as they got out of the car. As the two stood in the foyer, Stefen looked at Aly and gave her a kiss, "Aly, just know that I love you with all my heart."

Before he could walk away Aly grabbed him and gave him a passionate kiss, dueling with his tongue, "Stefen, I knew that a long time ago."

Standing there Stefen watched as she walked up to her room, "Are you coming?"

TBC...



A New Life Ch. 01



Lord Gideon Elrik sat at the ornate table in his grand hall. He was at home, which was odd considering he spent as much time away from his Keep as possible. But duty dictated that for a few weeks at a time he must come home, survey the lands, deal with the taxes, and associate with his wife. 

His wife was the main reason that he did not enjoy these visits home, Helena was...difficult. Oh she was pretty enough, with long blonde hair and ivy colored eyes, she was indeed lovely to look at. At first she had even been wonderful to be with. She had been demure, artistic, and seemed honorable enough. It took him only until their wedding night to realize the mistake that he had made. Helena was as cold as they came. She had lain there, impassive and unresponsive as he touched her. Her only speech had been "Hurry" As much as he would have liked to have believed those words to be lustful...he realized that she just wanted it to be over and no amount of cajoling could persuade her mood to be otherwise. The first few weeks of their marriage Gideon had tried to coach his wife into passion...but he was met with a brick of ice. 

It was nearly 3 years later, and since those first weeks he had taken to her bed only twice. Both times had been as bad, truthfully worse, as that first time She had seemed so unwilling that he'd gone limp before his pleasure could be had. It had been awkward...and depressing.

So there they sat, staring at their plates, and ignoring one another except to ask for this or that. They made very small talk about the goings on of the manor, Ragnor Keep was a wealthy home favored for its high mineral content and favorable training grounds for the armies. Inwardly Gideon sighed. He could not fault Helena for keeping the manor running, she did it very well, but it was done with that icy efficiency of the confidently emotionless. For what seemed like the millionth time he wondered where he went wrong. 

He finished off his roast, pushing his plate away. He stood bowing to her, she replied with an inclination of the head. He paused for a moment as they began their final ritual of the night. 

"Will my lord seek out my chambers this night?" 

"No Helena, I am weary and seek rest." 

He turned and he heard her let out a sigh of relief that brought an ache to his chest. Where had he gone wrong?

~

"You could divorce her." came the flat voice of Aden, Gideon's cousin. They sat across from one another in the den of his Keep. They drank a dark brew from horned cups and talked of whatever came to mind.

"No...she's of the catholic law...they don't do that." 

Aden sighed and shook his head, "I told you before you married her...you should have found a woman of the Old Way. Fierce...wild...passionate...and beautiful." Aden leaned back with a pleased smile.

"Not all of them are as wonderful as your Eulewyn..." Gideon lifted his glass in salute to his cousin's fair and wonderful wife.

"No, not all of them, but you would have been better off." 

Gideon would have argued if he hadn't had the sneaking suspicion that he was right. Gideon had loved his wife once...loved her so much he had thrown aside his own beliefs and married her. And it had all been for naught. 

"Why don't you come back with me...you can stay at Loch Burach for a few weeks...maybe find a woman who strikes your fancy to keep you warm for a few nights." 

Gideon shook his head. "I am pledged..." 

"How will you ever get sons off of a woman who can't even slake your lusts?" 

Once again Gideon had no answer. 

~

Night after night for two weeks Gideon sat across from Helena at diner, and stayed from her bed. On the eve before his departure he woke in his own bed...alone and needy...at first he started to relieve himself...rubbing the hard cock with his hand...thinking of having a woman above him...someone wild and passionate...like the tribeswomen of the north. He could almost feel her round hips in his hands....full and soft as she rode him...

No...he should not thinking of other women...he had a wife...he should be with her. He threw on his robe and made his way to his wife's chambers...only to hear from the hall that they were not occupied by his wife alone. 

He stood in the hallway...unsure of where to go...what to do...he though for a moment that he should be angry, furious even. But he couldn't seem to find the heart for it. Years had passed between them without affection. Why should this matter now? 

When the door opened he watched the figure come from the room hooded...pausing at the door he heard the sounds of a goodnight kiss and the robed figure walking away....he thought for a moment that he might leave her be...but no. He wanted answers. 

"Is that the reason you did not wish me in your bed?" He called stepping forward. Helena jumped guiltily.

It seemed for a moment she could not speak. Finally she bowed her head in shame "Yes..."

"Did you ever love me?" 

Another pause...this one longer. "I thought I did...but..." 

"But it passed..." He finished for her. 

She nodded and looked up. "I am...sorry..." 

He turned from her. "Me too." 

~

Aden passed another drink to Gideon. "You've been here...moping for weeks! You admit you don't love the woman, and that she doesn't love you...yet you've taken no other to your bed." 

Gideon shrugged and drank from his cup. "I don't know what to tell you, cousin...none have struck my fancy, some are beautiful, and willing enough, I'm sure...but they...they don't...." Gideon waved his hand in a dismissing gesture. 

Aden shrugged and finished his cup, "Ah, well...can't please them all. Ahhh...Aria...." 

Gideon turned around to see who had come in the door...and felt his mouth go a little dry. She stood in the doorway, the light from the hearth fire making her look like some sort of pagan witch. Her skin was the color of the palest peach...and looked just as soft. Her hair was unbound and laid about her shoulders in a straight glistening wave of rich brown. She had a bow slung across her back tucked into a handmade quiver of arrows. Her outfit was doeskin breeches...form fitting, stretched tight across full round hips. Her shirt was a mans shirt, loose and billowy, but the firelight struck it and made parts transparent to show that nothing beneath the clothing was masculine. 

Aden didn't miss the look his cousin gave Aria, and he smirked *finally* he thought to himself. Aria was a bit to masculine for him, but perhaps...perhaps for Gideon she might be good. 

"Gideon, this is Aria, Eulewyn's sister. She was at the wedding...but younger then." 

He saw recognition pass over his cousins features. "The scrawny bridesmaid?" He exclaimed before he could stop himself. 

Aria gave him an angry look.

"Sorry...I just mean...I meant not offense." 

She sighed and shrugged, "It was the truth I guess...still..."

*wonderful....nice going Gideon...real well done* Aden shook his head and smiled. 

"Aden?" 

All three turned and saw the pretty woman in the doorway. She resembled Aria, the same soft colored skin and bright eyes...but her hair was thicker, darker and lush with waves. Aden smiled. He was indeed proud of his wife.

"Aria! You're back!" Eulewyn pushed forward and flung her arms around her sisters shoulders. "I'm so glad...you'd been away for so long." 

"It was two weeks, hunting's been a bit thin." 

"You're a hunter?" Gideon asked. 

"Hmm...well being so scrawny I had to find some trade I was good at." She gave him a wink to show she was teasing. Gideon smiled back. And a look past between the two of them everyone noticed. Aden took his wife's hand and stood from his seat. 

"Well...I'm fatigued...and now Aria is here, perhaps she can keep our brooding guest company." 

Aria shrugged, "I'll be up a while yet...go...keep my sister warm." 

Aden pulled his wife to him. "I aim to do so..." 

Eulewyn raised her brow and smiled. "Hmmm..." And with that they scuttled off to the bedroom. 

~

"Have you been matchmaking?" Eulewyn accused as soon as they were alone in their room. 

Aden gave a wide eyed look, "Me? No...that's a woman's job. I've been setting them up." 

She rolled her eyes and laughed. "You can call it what you like, but you've been playing cupid." She placed her arms around him, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "It makes sense mind you, sweet in a away, but still...you could have told me." 

"Honestly the thought didn't cross my mind till she walked in, but...well, they aren't what's on my mind right now..." He let his hand drift down the length of her back over the firm roundness of her ass. "I've got other activities on my mind..." 

"Oh?" She said coyly. "What might those be?" 

He tilted her chin up brushing his lips over hers in a feather light way. "I plan on keeping my wife warm...I've been coming to bed so late." 

She nodded, "Yes, I'm aware...wondered if you even wanted to come to my bed anymore." 

He smiled and swooped her up in his arms, carrying her newlywed style to the bed. "Shall I prove it then? Prove how I've longed for the warmth of my pretty Eulewyn's body?" He laid her back and nuzzled her breasts through the layers of winter dresses she wore. He frowned, "You know...all these petticoats and chemises...and all those fancy words you've got for dresses and the shit that goes under them do get in the way. Aria has a bit of sense and wears something practical." 

She gave him a mean look, "Would you rather have her in your bed then?" 

"Gods no! She'd kill me." 

"Oh?" She asked spitefully, pulling away, "Well if that's the only thing..."

He half laughed, "Pleasing as the idea is to have two lovely women in my bed...you would kill me for enjoying it...and she'd kill me for betraying you...then she'd flay me...and you'd cook me up as a stew...now...quit your girlish jealousy and come over here...I said I'm going to get you warm I mean it.." 

She smirked..."No...I don't think so." 

He heard the teasing tone and licked his lips, "You plan on making me beg woman?" 

"No...but you'll have to catch me." 

He lunged forward grabbed for her ankle, she gave a little squeak and rolled away. "Quick little minx aren't you?" He said moving towards her again. 

She smiled leaning forward so he could see the heavy swell of her breasts pressing to the top of her dress. "Come and get me...if you want me." She skittered off the bed and lunged to the side as he made a grab for her. She made quite a game of it...moving just in time...slipping from his clutches just as he caught an ankle...an arm...it made him think of darker things...of wilder things. Her womanly form prone just for him...She made a dash for the door...a dumb move.

He grabbed her and pinned her against the stone of the wall. "I'd planned on taking you gentle-like my love...but you've gone and made my heart race...made me work for you. I plan on having my prize now." 

She gave him a dark look...one hand unlacing her bodice letting her plentiful tits spring forth. "Did you now?" 

He gripped her ass sliding her higher so that his face were planted in her lush mounds. "Such large breasts you have. Like ripe melons." He took one nipple sucking it into his mouth and shaking his head back and forth like an animal. The mounds shook wildly and she gasped. He teased his teeth over the rough pointed tip of her nipple biting gently.

"Aden!" 

"Do you want me to stop?" 

She shook her head, "No...no I don't." 

He gave a devilish smile and pinned her body with his hips, pressing her breasts together till her nipples almost touched. He growled and suckled them both. 

"Ohhh Aden....Aden that feels wonderful!" 

"Does it?" He smiled and slipped his hand beneath her skirts. He frowned feeling the barrier of cloth that covered her womanhood, and ripped them away...tearing them to shreds. "You wont be needing those." He slammed his fingers inside of her...finding her wet and tight. He pulled his fingers from her feeling his digits slide out with a soft 'pop'. "You do don't you....you like feeling my mouth on your tits." 

She nodded, "Yes....I've missed it." 

"Do you know what I've missed?" 

She shook her head and he guided her down the wall till she was kneeling before him, "I've missed how your tongue feels on my shaft when you take me in your mouth." 

She licked her lips as he slid his breeches down his legs revealing a half cocked member. She smiled at the sight of him. Even not full erect he was endowed, a long thick rod that made her womanhood clench with need. She drew her tongue down the shaft, lapping playfully. "Like that?" 

"More...." He said leaning his head against the wall as she teased. 

She rolled her tongue over the tip, sucking on the sensitive end gently at first. She took the base of him in her hand and slid as much of his member as she could handle into her mouth 

"Yes...yes my wife, like that..." 

She smiled and began to bob her head along his shaft, sucking hard. She paused, and decided to show the new trick she'd learned. She released her hand, tilted her head back and slid him down her throat. She took every last inch of his long member into the warm wetness of her mouth. 

"Eulewyn!" He cried out at the new sensation. "How..." 

She groaned her throat vibrating around his shaft as she picked up speed...he reached his hands down gripping them in her hair both to guide her speed and to keep her from bumping her head against the stone. He felt his member throb in her mouth, and the little whimper she made told him she'd felt it too. He pulled her off his shaft and dragged her back up the wall. Pinning her once again with his hips. But now his naked cock pressed between her nether lips. 

"You've been naughty while I've been away..." 

"A book..." she said by way of reply. 

"Reading naughty books while I've been away. Do I not please you?" He said with a smirk. 

"I want to please you..." She replied rubbing herself against him. He slid her skirt up her thighs and smiled. 

"You do please me, my wife..." He rolled his hips rubbing his firm length against the sensitive nub of her clit. Her eyes fluttered and she wiggled against him, trying to slide him in. He smiled and pulled her higher. She slid down impaling herself slowly on his mammoth rod. She stretched around him. Her tight sheath unused to him. He worked slowly...easing her tightness, moving slowly in and out till she began to moan. 

"That's it....that's it..." He said feeling her loosen around him. 

She groaned and wrapped her legs tightly around him as he moved faster. She quivered, her tits bouncing as he began to loose himself in the hot wet sensation of her pussy. "God...Aden YES! Give it to me....more...I want more..." 

"As my lady wishes..." He pulled himself out of her and turned her around till her cheek pressed the cold wall. He grabbed her hips and lifted her from the ground holding her up as he rammed into her from behind. 

"GAHHH!" She cried out feeling him slide into that deepest place...it was almost to much...she wiggled, arching herself and the sensation changed...he was rubbing somewhere else now...against that swollen rough spot deep inside. "Aden....there...right there....right THERE!" She screamed out as she felt herself clench tightly around him, her pussy vibrating as she came hard and fast around him. 

"That's it....fuck..." He groaned feeling himself throb in response, she was so slippery...so hot...his member swelled, and that hot rush came over him as he spewed his thick ropes of cum deep inside her. Over and over again he released in a wave of heat. 

They lay together afterwards, legs to limp to make it to the bed. "I love you.." He whispered. 

She curled against him and smiled, a tad sore...but happy, "I love you too..."



A New Life Ch. 01



Author's note - I like reading and writing stories where there is some romance and build-up to the action, so there is no full-on sex in this chapter, sorry!

*

Simon

My name is Simon. I'm 29, but am often told I look younger. I'd like to think I have the perfect body but in reality I'm slim but not toned and could certainly use a few sit-ups now and again. I hate exercise unless it's rampant sex and frankly I haven't had any of that in months. My hair is long and dark brown, with annoying curls that can look great if I make some effort to style them but usually end up looking a mess so I just tie it back except on nights out. I haven't had any of those in months either. I'm 5'10" or at least I claim that because I'm just over 5'9" and deserve that extra three-quarters of an inch.

And this is the start of my new life. Standing outside my new flat as the removal van heads up the road, and not quite wanting to face the piles of boxes inside. I insisted nothing was to be unpacked because I need to know where it has all gone, and the only way is to do it myself. Also, since I hadn't labelled all the boxes I wasn't entirely sure where some things were. Like my porn collection and my dildos. I could just picture one of the burly removal men opening that box. 'Where would you like these sir?'. The thought now made me smile, but in reality I would have gone bright red and prayed for the ground to open up and swallow me.

Back inside and looking around my living room it seemed like a daunting task, but at the same time I had been surprised at how few boxes were needed to move four years of my life to a new town. It helped that I hadn't taken any of the furniture, especially not the bed even though I loved that bed when I bought it. Now all I associated with it was finding my boyfriend of those four years in a 69 with 'our' friend Pete. I should have guessed long before then that there was something going on, but it took coming back early from a business trip to make everything fall into place. I'd hoped to surprise Ken, but the surprise was on me, and it wasn't a good one. 

Anyhow, now was the time for my new life, and the thought of the two of them curled up together on my old sofa in my old house was not going to worry me. Much. New home, new town, new job, and I desperately hoped new friends soon and a new lover eventually. I wasn't going to rush into things because I couldn't kid myself I wasn't still hurting. But at least now I wouldn't have to worry about bumping into them while out shopping, or seeing them dance together in a club, hands all over each other just like Ken and I used to be. 

Thankfully my trip down memory lane in the worst way was interrupted by the doorbell. And even more thankfully the box I tripped over on the way to answer the door, contents spilling everywhere, was full of kitchen utensils and not the porn. I would have to work out where that was sooner or later though. 

I opened the door to a man probably a little older than me, smiling and holding a covered dish. The smell coming off it made my stomach rumble so loudly that we both heard it and he laughed.

'Hello neighbour. I'm Mark, I live next door, and I thought I'd be the welcome wagon and bring you some lunch. Seems like I was just in time! I hope you like lasagne.'

'That's great, thank you so much. I haven't found anything yet. There is space to sit down though, if you'd like to come in for a bit, and I have unpacked the kettle. I'm Simon, by the way.' I shook his hand and backed away so he could pick his way through the corridor of boxes.

Mark entered the house carefully, which was probably a good idea since kitchen knives and spatulas were rolling around in the hallway. I grabbed some and started to get them back into the box.

'Sorry about the mess, I managed to trip over this one already. God only knows what is in most of these boxes, I was way too disorganised to write on all of them.'

'With any luck anything vital will come to hand fairly quickly.' he replied, casting an eye around and finding pretty much the only place to sit. 'We've all been through this at some point. I just hope it doesn't happen to me again soon.'

'I wasn't planning on it.' I said, with some bitterness clearly in my voice because he looked at me surprised. I felt the need to explain myself, although not too much. 'Bad break-up. It was either move or end up slapping one of their smug faces, possibly worse than slapping.'

Mark looked at me with feeling. 'Ah, that kind of bad break-up. Sorry.'

I smiled. 'It was hardly your fault, I only met you five minutes ago!'

He laughed. 'At least you have some sense of humour about it. Why here? Have you got friends and family locally?'

'No. I am closer to my parents than I was; they are about an hour away. I just found a really good job here, or at least I hope it will be, so I figured this was the place I was meant to be for the time being. We'll see if I made a huge mistake sooner or later!'

Mark laughed with me for a moment, but then started to look rather nervous. He put the lasagna down on the coffee table before speaking. 'I'm happy to offer to be your first friend here and show you around, but it's only fair to let you know up front, I live here with my partner Charlie, so if you aren't comfortable round gay men we can leave it at the lasagna, and I promise there were no ulterior motives.'

He was saying this clearly and not quietly, but studying what could be seen of the carpet hard rather than look at me. When he finally glanced up to gauge my reaction I was grinning and he visibly relaxed. 'That's fantastic, you can fill me in on where the good gay bars are!'

His grin joined mine. 'Excellent. I can't wait to tell Charlie we have a gay neighbour. There are those two women up the road we've never been quite sure about, but I don't reckon they'd be up for a night out clubbing! If you fancy it, come over this evening for dinner. I should probably admit that Charlie is the cook, not me. He'll be pissed if I took the credit for making this.'

Mark left me to my boxes soon after, and I couldn't stop smiling. It had to be fate, coming here and the first friend I meet I don't have to be cautious around. I did want to check out the nightlife as soon as I could. Not for random sex, or at least I didn't plan on it, but to get to know some people. Now I already had two gay men as friends, assuming Charlie was as nice as Mark. I'd just have to find out at dinner.

I felt guilty for bolting the lasagna as it barely touched the sides, but I was really hungry. It had been an early start and a hectic day so far. I was relieved I wouldn't have to cook later either. I had found the utensils but there was no sign of the pans anywhere. I'd probably find that box in the spare bedroom, but once I had eaten I concentrated on the living room because I needed that space clear. Still no sign of the porn either, but I was sure if I needed to I could use my imagination. Gradually it did seem to be getting clearer, and there were books and cds on shelves where they needed to be. I could also see the tv from the sofa which would be handy.

As I cleared out one more box I found one of the most important things around; my letter from the new job with details I needed to look at before starting on Monday. I had three more days before then, but I needed a sit down for a bit so decided to open it. The thickness of the envelope had put me off when I was packing up and I'd just put it away for later. 

Inside was a letter confirming what I already knew about the job and when they expected to see me, and a list of documents for me to have a look at. Health and safety stuff I put to one side immediately. I worked on a computer at a desk and was perfectly capable of adjusting my chair and monitor without detailed instructions. The rest of it would be common sense like not climbing on a wheely chair to reach stuff. The contract was pretty standard and I'd already seen a copy. I just had to take one with me on the first day to sign up for my personnel file. The only thing of interest was a document about the department and the work they did. I knew I would be coding and programming because that was what I was hired for and good at, but it would be handy to know a bit more about the specifics.

I skimmed through most of it to be honest. I was familiar with all the software they used and it would just be a question of gearing what I was doing to the firm. I was more intent when I saw the details of each team and their responsibilities, and got very interested when I got to the bit about my team. I'd met the management at the interview, but anything I knew about the others would be a bonus. I knew there were six in the team but not who or what they did exactly. A post-it note drew my attention, and scribbled on it was a note saying that there were photos and biogs of the team enclosed. I flicked through the rest of the document, not finding anything.

I checked the envelope again and it fell out. Grinning slightly at me from the front page was my new department manager. The photo looked rather staged, but I guess they often do that in large firms. Everyone has to look friendly and smile just so. His education and employment background were pretty impressive and it was clear how he had got his way into management. I flicked to the next page and saw the head of my team, a middle-aged woman called Sally, who I had also met. The next two pages revealed two guys, probably younger than me, and classic computer geeks. I could just picture them in their off hours wearing t-shirts with jokes on in binary and arguing about Star Trek. I couldn't be overly critical of that, I was a major Doctor Who fan after all.

The older guy and young woman on the next pages were much less obvious as programmers, but also had good experience and clearly knew their stuff. I was going to be working with some really good people and I was looking forward to the change and new experiences. I flicked to the last sheet to see the final member of the group and instantly the breath left my body. Oh my god, he was gorgeous. He had short dark hair and bright blue eyes and even in the picture they seemed to be staring straight into me. It was only a head and shoulders shot but I instantly wanted to see more of him. I don't even know how long I looked at the photo, but I became aware that I was actually stroking his face. I dropped my hand and gave myself a mental slap. What the hell was I doing, it was a photograph for fucks sake.

Hot on the heels of my next thought, concentrating on his lips and what they would feel like on mine, was the one that hit me like a brick wall. I was practically creaming myself over a picture of this guy and I was going to have to work with the real him nearby all day. I realised I hadn't even read his biog and read down to discover he was Greg Nichols, and he had another impressive background and skills. No, don't think about what other skills he might have. There was no detail on marital status, but only the married ones had that down. This sheet wasn't going to tell me if he had a partner, and it sure as hell wasn't going to tell me if he liked boys.

'Shit!' I said out loud, and put the sheets down, although I somehow couldn't turn from that page. What was I going to do? It might have been a long while since I'd had sex, but a picture should definitely not be doing this to me. I shook my head and managed to walk away far enough to get to my bedroom and make the bed ready for later, all the time trying to clear my mind of any unclean thoughts of Greg. It wasn't working very well, either. 

* * * * * * *

After a busy afternoon I was pleased with progress on the unpacking, but less impressed with myself for my regular glances back to that picture while I did it. Still, doing the work helped keep me occupied until it was time for dinner with my new neighbours. I managed to find a bottle of wine to take with me, and headed next door looking forward to the company and not having to cook. It turned out that Charlie was just as friendly as Mark and I instantly warmed to the pair of them. Mark was indeed a little older than me, and dark haired with a wicked sense of humour and ability to bring any conversation down to the lowest possible level. Charlie was blond and a bit younger, and also not only a fantastic cook but the far more mature and sensible one of the pair, although I got the distinct impression that his chiding of Mark for his risque jokes wasn't all that serious. 

The only downside I guess was their ease around each other and how happy they were. It reminded me of how that had been taken from me. They made every effort to include me and not be couply, but I couldn't help remembering what had been and thinking how much I wanted that again. Of course then the picture of Greg floated back into my head and I had to stop myself drifting off yet again. The others noticed when I became distracted, and Mark finally asked me about it.

'Sorry, I'm just thinking about work on Monday.' Not a total lie, but it wasn't the work itself that had my attention.

'It must be a bit weird moving somewhere new then starting a new job straight away.' replied Mark.

'I don't think I've got my head around it all yet. But I'm determined to have this as the start of my new life, no Ken and definitely no Pete, starting afresh. I just need to settle in and I'm going to need to empty all those boxes and get a few days at work under my belt before it will start feeling like home. I just hope I can cope with work.'

'When you talked about it it sounded like you were doing something very similar to your old job, so I'm sure you'll settle in fine. It's more about meeting the new people than anything else.'

I went red without even realising. It was definitely the meeting new people bit, and the part of that (or possibly part of me) that was going to be hard was still weighing on my mind. Mark and Charlie looked at me puzzled. 'I saw photos of my new colleagues earlier.' I started to explain.

'And they looked like some sort of swamp creatures?' asked Charlie, laughing.

'Most of them looked pretty normal, couple of obvious computer geeks. Only one really caught my attention. I think someone is playing a mean trick on me, because he looks like a living version of my best ever wet dream.'

They both started laughing at that, hopefully with me not at me. Mark chirped up first.

'So you reckon working with the real thing is going to be pretty hard?!' The emphasis on the word hard was not lost on me.

'I appreciate your support! But seriously, yes, I am worried. If he looks that good in a photo I'm going to be drooling over the reality. I'm supposed to work with the guy, and all I'm gonna want to do is strip him naked. It doesn't help that it's been a while either.'

Charlie patted my back in a kindly gesture. 'It will be okay once you meet him. You're just working yourself up with nerves over the whole thing, and this is just one more idea your brain is putting out there to fuck you up.'

Mark spoke up then. 'Why don't we do what we said and go clubbing at the end of the week. Then you'll have something to look forward to, and maybe ogling the guys there will help get your mind off anything else. And if you're really desperate for a release I'm sure you'll find someone there who takes your fancy.'

I pulled a face. 'I'd love to go to the club, but random sex isn't my bag any more. Been there, done that, and although looking would be good, I don't want to get into something that isn't going to at least be an attempt at a relationship. I must be getting old!'

We all smiled at that, the two of them sharing a look that again made me ache for the connection you have to someone you love. Christ, it had been months, what was I doing still getting worked up over Ken? I hoped it wasn't Ken himself, it was just the companionship (and of course the rampant sex) that I missed. I guess I had lost that long before I even knew it because he was already sharing it with someone else.

* * * * * * *

I had had a lovely evening with my new neighbours and it could only be a good sign that I had made friends here so quickly, and that I had a night out clubbing to look forward to at the end of the week that I was pretty much dreading by this point. I really wanted the new job, it was a step up from what I had been doing, and I had no doubt it would challenge me and I would learn a lot. But ever since I saw that photo what I wanted to do was learn exactly how to make Greg moan. I didn't understand how I could be getting this obsessed over someone I had never even met. Perhaps it really was fate screwing with me. In person he might be totally different and all would be fine, but I couldn't shake the nagging doubt that he would be wonderful and probably straight. I could only figure I was really ready for a new relationship, no matter who that might be with.

I decided on my tactics for the weekend. I couldn't clear my head of Greg no matter how hard I tried. I kept imagining meeting him and the variations on what could happen. Most of the time I managed to concentrate on how I would keep myself under control when I did meet the reality, but my mind did stray. I tried to imagine that he would be shorter than me, because I like my men taller, or that he would turn out to have a huge beer belly, but I couldn't shake the feeling that the reality would be much more gorgeous than the picture, and just in case, I was gonna wear my dick out this weekend so there was no chance of any reaction. I managed to find the porn eventually, giving up on finding anything else useful in the boxes and just briefly opening them up to check their contents. The sense of relief when I finally saw the fit naked bodies on the front of my magazines was immense. I could jack off to these and not think of anyone else.

My only mistake was on Sunday when I was on round two for that morning. I was almost at climax when it suddenly struck me that the guy I was looking at had short dark hair and bright blue eyes, and before I could stop myself the face had changed in my mind and I shot so hard I saw lights behind my eyes. I groaned a mixture of the pleasure of the orgasm and my horror at replacing the nameless man in the porn with my soon to be co-worker. 

I managed to make twice more that day before Mark and Charlie came round for the dinner I owed them. I had located most of the kitchen equipment despite prioritising the search for the porn. They brought a cheesecake that was clearly homemade and looked delicious. More evidence of Charlie's expertise in the kitchen. I wasn't up to his standard but at least I wasn't going to poison anyone. I presented them with marinated chicken breasts with new potatoes, carrots and broccoli. They seemed to appreciate it, or were at least decent enough to lie that they liked it.

Mark broached the dreaded subject as we tucked into the cheesecake. 

'So, are you ready for tomorrow? First day and all that comes with it.'

I groaned, and they laughed. 'Don't tease me for god's sake. I'm nervous as hell. I keep hoping that picture was a fluke and he's actually 50 with a beer gut and a body odour problem. I guess even if he is really that pretty he could still have halitosis or a voice that could make me want to strangle him, or be the most boring man ever to walk this earth.'

Neither of the others could stop laughing through my speech. Mark pulled himself together quicker than Charlie. 'You seem to have all the bases covered there. There is a good possibility he won't make you horny the instant you see him.'

'And just in case he does, I'm wanking for England the whole of this weekend. He's not going to get little Simon to stir if he's already got friction burns.'

This time they were actually crying with laughter, and I joined in. 




A New Life Ch. 01



* * * * * * *

The morning of Monday came slowly since I seemed to be awake watching the clock change most of the night. Today was finally it, and I was definitely worse than I should be on a normal first day at work, because I still couldn't help worrying about meeting Greg. On the other hand I would have induction and work to get on with so I might be able to keep my head down and concentrate on that rather than him, even if none of my elaborate scenarios of how awful he might be didn't come true. The problem was, I didn't really want them to be true, I wanted him to be gorgeous and perfect even though I would have to control myself. More than that of course, I wanted him to be gay, single, and into me, and getting all three of those was highly unlikely.

I felt a combination of relief and disappointment once I had finished filling in all the paperwork in HR and having an introductory chat with Sally, because when she took me to meet the team in our office I was told Greg was in a meeting and I'd meet him later. As much as meeting him might cause problems, I wanted to get it over with because worrying about it was far worse. Still,everyone else was nice to me and it did seem a happy team. So long as there was no serious test on my libido I thought I was going to fit in and enjoy working here.

By mid-morning I was definitely in my comfort zone, happily typing away on the computer starting the work I had been given to ease me in. It wasn't especially challenging, but it managed to keep my mind off anything else. I faintly heard the others chatting and we had taken a few minutes here and there to get to know each other. The older man, David, was fairly reserved and preferred to be getting on with his work rather than chatting, but the other three were more my age and wanted to know more about me. I told them I had wanted a change of scenery and was a bit bored of my job when they asked why I had moved. I didn't want to go into my relationship breakdown with new people on my first day, and I kept silence on my preference but admitted I was single. 

I learned a bit about them as well. The two geeks were Dave and Steve, in their early twenties and seemed to spend all their time together, either at work or at home playing computer games. Perhaps it was my imagination, but at first I detected a faint undercurrent of something between them. There was an ease between them of knowing someone really well, and perhaps that was all it was and I was just obsessed with the idea that everyone but me seemed to have someone special in their life -- even if all they ever did was play rpgs and shoot-em-ups together, at least they had someone to share it with. I'd lost most of my friends when I moved, some of whom it had turned out knew all about Ken and Pete, and I had no time for them anymore.

I was engrossed in a rather more complicated bit of work when I felt rather than saw the man approaching my desk, my awareness of possible impending doom I guess. I kept my eyes on the screen, somehow managing to keep typing the code despite the fact I felt like I was shaking all over with nerves. He stopped at the side of me, blocking my light slightly so I turned, and discovered my face level with his crotch. Given the amount of time I'd been thinking about doing things there it seemed like a bad idea to be looking at it, and I was out of my seat and lifting my eyes faster than I thought possible. On my way up I still had time to notice the total lack of a beergut and the hint of chest hair at his neck where the top button was undone. I stood to my full 5'10(ish) and had to tilt my head back to look up even further. It was definitely Greg, he was even more gorgeous than his photo, and he was well over 6 feet tall. Oh fuck.

'Hello, you must be Simon. I'm Greg. It's nice to meet you, welcome to the team.'

Fuck again. His voice wasn't harsh or irritating, it was deep and perfect, and only my sarcastic thought about me obviously knowing who he was stopped me from melting into a pile of goo at his feet. And he was close enough that I could tell there was no bad breath or body odour. In fact, he smelt fantastic too. Fuck. I don't actually know how, but I kept it together, although I felt sure he would see me shaking. With any luck he would just put it down to first day nerves. I held out my hand, silently lifting a prayer that I didn't have sweating palms and I wasn't trembling so badly he would be able to feel it.

'Yep, I'm Simon. Thanks for the welcome Greg. I've been settling in well and everyone has been really nice to me.' But not as nice as I'd like you to be to me, I thought.

* * * * * * * 

Greg

I wasn't generally a fan of Mondays. I enjoyed my job but getting up in the morning was still not fun. However, this Monday I had practically jumped out of bed and rushed to get ready. There were two reasons for my good mood. Firstly I had been asked to take the lead on a new project and I was really looking forward to the responsibility, and secondly the new man started today. I'd taken an interest in the people as they came for interview and where possible I snuck a look at the candidates. I was really hoping that the man who had made my pulse race was our new hire. I hadn't even seen him for long, more than a glimpse but nowhere near long enough to study him properly. I liked a man with long hair, and his was dark and tied back. His eyes were dark and framed perfectly by a cute face. I couldn't tell his height but he looked to be a bit shorter and slighter than I was. My arms would fit around him perfectly while he rested his head on my chest. And I knew I shouldn't be having those thoughts. He looked kind of lost and nervous, but then I guess anyone would at interview.

They told us they had hired Simon Mack. Unfortunately, I didn't know the names of any of the people I had seen. Aside from ruling out the one woman, I didn't know if I would be seeing that cute man again. I tried hunting on the internet for his current company but they didn't have details except of the very senior personnel. I tried facebook but didn't find him on there. So I was none the wiser and could only hope. Knowing my luck they would have hired the extremely fat bloke who had come to interview in a jackass t-shirt. 

I caught a quick view of the back of him as he headed into HR, and caught my breath. Not only was it him, but he had a very nice arse. I instantly wanted to sink to my knees and worship it. That couldn't be good. His desk was only a few metres from mine and I would have a view of the back of him any time I looked up. I was going to have to remember to concentrate on breathing too if he had that effect on me from such a distance. For the first time in a good year the celibacy I had decided on was seeming like a very bad idea. Thankfully I had meeting to go to about my project, and could think about other things for an hour or so before I had to actually face him.

How I stopped myself from acting on the almost overwhelming desire to kiss him when I finally got to introduce myself I wasn't quite sure. If we weren't in the office I might not have been able to stop myself, even though I had no indication at all that he might be interested in me. He seemed a little nervous, but my first day had been a round of meeting new people and learning new things and I recalled being terrified. 

When I finally got back to my desk, I couldn't stop myself from studying him. His desk was in front of mine and a bit to the side so to see me looking he would have had to turn round. He did it a couple of times but I had enough warning to look back to my screen and seem intent on my work. I wasn't, I was just wondering what I had done to deserve a vision like that to look at. I could see his dark eyes from the profile and was longing to let his hair loose and run my fingers through it. When he'd first looked at me with those eyes all I could think about was melted chocolate and how much I'd like to drown in them. Not good at all. Temptation was seriously in my way. 

Aside from the fact that I found him instantly attractive and couldn't concentrate on anything else at all, I couldn't get anything from him. He'd been polite and friendly, and his smile and eyes had an effect on me I was still trying to make go down, but I knew nothing about him and I wasn't managing to get a hint of his sexuality. I normally wasn't too bad at working out who might be interested but he wasn't giving anything away. And on top of that, I had to work with the man. Office romances didn't generally go well, and despite the statistics saying that a lot of people meet their partner at work I'd seen too many people end up leaving a job because they couldn't work with an ex. Oh shit, I was actually thinking about whether I could have a relationship with him, after only a couple of hours. I needed more coffee and to get away from him for a while so I could breathe.

I made the mistake of asking the others if they wanted a drink too. His eyes caught mine when he looked up from the desk to ask for a cup of tea, and I groaned internally. There was no hint of interest in them, but my cock didn't believe that. It didn't matter if he'd never want me, I wanted him badly. I was going to have to get a grip on myself. He was a co-worker, probably straight, and I had made the decision not to give into lust. I wanted a man for keeps and I wasn't going to get that jumping into bed with men I'd only just met like I used to. Sometimes it wasn't even bed, an alleyway or the club toilets had been fine for a while, and there was a bit of woodland not that far away you could almost guarantee to find at least a blowjob if you felt the need. But as I passed 30 I decided that was it for me. I wanted it all, not a quick fumble. Sadly growing up like that had meant I hadn't had sex with anything other than my own hand in over two years. I hadn't really regretted it, but a man that did this to me was making me seriously reconsider my decision. 

Somehow I made it through the day without making an idiot of myself or it becoming obvious I was desperate to touch him. Getting out into the fresh air at the end of the day, I took a huge deep breath to clear my head. I'd had the impression during the day that I could even smell Simon, and it added another layer to my frustration. I needed to sort myself out and come up with a plan, because I had to find out if there was any hope at all of something between us. I had found out he was single, but he didn't say anything to indicate the sex he usually dated. I suppose it was stupid to expect him to say something obvious since we had only just met him, and it wasn't as though I was about to announce I was gay to all my colleagues just to find out if he would be interested.

I drove towards home on autopilot because all I could think about was Simon. With a groan I realised that I had no chance to take the edge off when I got in because I was supposed to be at my brother's house for dinner with him and his wife. On the other hand, I couldn't go and see them and my young nephew with an obvious hard on, and now there were no other people around me and I was letting my thoughts about Simon and me run free in my head there was no way it was going down without help. Sod it, I was going to be late and Carl would just have to be annoyed.

I rushed into the house and stripped my clothes off as I went. The best thing I could think of was a quick shower, no evidence gets left and I could explain away my lateness with having been a bit sweaty. I wanted to get sweaty in the best way with Simon, but for now that could only be a fantasy. I waited a moment for the water to warm up, but had my cock in my hand slowly stroking in anticipation. It wasn't going to take long at this rate, I was only remembering looking into his eyes earlier and I was hard as a rock. 

I let my imagination run as I stepped into the shower. I felt the water as though it was Simon's hair falling over my naked body as we lay together and kissed. In my mind his lips tasted sweet and my tongue tangled with his. It was his hand on my cock, stroking and caressing it faster and harder as the pleasure built. It was his hand on my chest, lightly stroking through the hair and finding and tweaking each nipple in turn. It was his lips running across my back and shoulders where I loved being touched. And it was the thought of him looking at me with those deep chocolate eyes glazed with lust that took me over the edge, groaning his name. My release was washed away as fast as it came and I had to lean against the wall to steady myself as my legs almost gave way. 

The pleasant afterglow kept me for only a moment before what I had done hit me. I always used nameless and faceless men when I wanted to get off, ironically not that much different from when the guys were real. I just had the best orgasm in years thinking about someone I would probably never have, but I would have to see tomorrow and almost every day thereafter. I groaned again, and this time it wasn't pleasure. I was disgusted at myself for letting my lust get the better of me and for using Simon as a wank fantasy. He didn't deserve that, even though he would never know, and it wasn't going to help me deal with the real him.

At least by the time I arrived at my brothers I was no longer aroused, and I had managed to stop thinking about Simon, or at least not in the same way. I was just feeling guilty. Carl opened the door to me and started to chastise me for being late, but thankfully my three year old nephew Owen ran up to me for a hug, excited to see his uncle, and Carl gave up on the telling off he was trying to give me. I'd not exactly taken that much longer than usual. 

'So what happened to you today?' he asked.

Without thinking I replied. 'There was a new guy at work.'

'And he got you wet?'

I went bright red. It only took a split second to realise Carl was only wondering why I was late and my hair was wet, but my reaction to his comment gave him a whole wealth of possibilities. I could almost see the cogs whirring in his head as he decided how to tease me about my reaction. 'I.. err,' was all I managed to get out, which did exactly help my predicament.

Carl grinned at me, his most evil grin. 'So do I take it the new guy has you all hot and bothered? Was he in the shower with you, or is that delight yet to come?'

I groaned. 'I don't even know if he does guys, Carl.'

Carl looked at me a bit more seriously. He might tease but he did care about me a lot. 'It seems you need to find out. What's he like?'

I wasn't sure if he was asking about his personality or what he looked like, but I could only think of one answer. 'He's beautiful.' I answered wistfully. 

* * * * * * *



A New Life Ch. 01



My life change the day that I won the lottery. I had lived my life as a loner, with little to no contact with my family. Both my parents passed away when I was long and I was estranged from my only sister. When I won the lottery and it was announced publicity, family found me. I disappeared again taking some time off from a normal life to pursuit some of my darker fantasies. 

I first took almost a year to just work out. I wasn't out of shape but I want to lose enough weight to have a more feminine body type. I started growing my hair out and had all my body hair permanently removed, leaving me smooth. I started to do give myself daily enemas and even on occasion tried female hormones. During this year, I answered several personal ads from men who's wives were out of town. I would spend weekends swallowing load after load of cum. Offering my ass up as a toy to groups of men. I was slowly becoming a whore but I wanted something more. 

My closet started be overran with womens clothing. Where my shirts once hung, dresses and blouses dominated the racks. My boxers were replaced with slews of panties and bras. My bathroom slowly became littered with make-up and hair care products. My closet was filled with high heels and ladies boots. I had a stripper pole put in my studio apartment and practiced all the time. An old cabinet I had once stored random things in, was now filled with sex toys of all kinds. Giant tubs of lube, dildos of all sizes and shapes, vibrators of every fashion and more butt plugs then I could count. My life was becoming dominated with being more feminine and sex.

My goal was to finally find a couple in their early 20's to late 40's to serve full time. I wanted to live as a female and live-in maid. I found several couples on BDSM sites looking for such service. One couple I moved in with for two weeks to "test the waters". While I had a pleasurable time, they were into much more violence then I was looking for. Needle play and some extreme water torture. While I enjoy pain, I don't want the whole relationship to be based on it. They understood my feelings and wished me well, but right after leaving there home I decided I wanted piercings.

I pierced both my nipples, my penis and tongue. I had two sets of holes put into my ears also which I took to wearing my lady like earrings. Bigger hoops and such. By the time I felt I had the body I wanted and I had been on female hormones for roughly 7 months. My hips seemed a tad bigger and my penis a tad smaller. My chest was a little saggy, all which made me happy. I started toying with the idea of surgeries but decided I didn't want to do anything that extreme just yet, first I needed a couple to live with. All the while that I was looking for my ideal couple, I was still whoring myself out to anyone. If my ass was empty for a single night, it wasn't for a lack of trying.

I answered an ad for a couple in their mid 30's looking for a live in maid. They wanted a CD who would prefer to live as a female. The more I read into the ad, the more I wanted to live there. I immediately called them to set up a time I could meet them. A female answered and introduced herself as Sara. She was shocked by the quick response but also happy to hear my eagerness. I told her I could fly in and be there the next day. She said her husband Tom would be home in a couple days from a business trip and that the upcoming weekend would be prefect for a visit. She asked me to send her pictures of myself, dressed and nude. She giggled a she instructed me to show her I know how to use my pussy, I blushed so red that I wished she could of seen it. I was so excited to take them that the moment I hung up, I set my camera and tripod up. 

I pulled out several outfits I thought would show off my feminine side best. The first was a white silk gown with a line of lace that wrapped around it from top to bottom. I slipped into white silk fullback panties with a small amount of lace of each side. Tucking my little, and getting smaller, penis between my legs, I slipped on my white heals with straps that wrap up my ankles. I sat down at my vanity and started my make up. I used bright red lip stick to contrast my outfit. Next I brushed my hair out and did my nails. After looking myself over in the three mirrored wall I had, couldn't help but want to call someone for a booty call. My ass throbbing to be abused. 

I started the camera on a 15 second auto snap. I posed as sexy as I could on the edge my bed. Sliding my gown up to show off my panties and attempting to act as feminine as possible. After I took at least 50 pictures, I changed into a maid outfit I had of my own. It was very very sexy, almost nothing to it. After I was dressed up, I took out a small bottle of lube that has some special ingredient that makes my ass burn. Next I found a feather duster I had bought that had an 8in long and 2in wide dildo for a handle. I took many photos of myself dusty stuff while slightly bent over and my ruffle panties peaking out. I swallowed almost the whole "handle" and dusted things off for a long set of photos, then I took it deep into my ass. The lube made me burn but it made me want more. I dusted several things with my feather duster sticking out my ass before stripping naked for another set of pictures.

I put in a set of pink hoops in my nipples and a pink ring in my cock. My ass was on fire as I took out a huge plug. It similar to The Spade but a tad smaller. It is as big as I can take without passing out. I started the video camera as I started to lube my ass and plug up. I used a a large amount of lube on both before gently sitting down the plug. I position the camera to film the dildo and my ass from an angle as I gently pushed it deeper and deeper in. I felt my ass stretch out farther and farther as I let out some very feminine cries. When I had it half way in, I picked up a dildo sitting next to me and shoved it down my throat. My pathetic cock starting squirting before it even popped into place. I came almost instantly a second time when I finally felt it pop into place. 

I sat for a moment catching my breath before I sat up to show the camera my newly plugged ass. I picked up the camera to film my sweat covered body and show the cum spattered on the sheet. I instantly set the camera down to film me licking up very drop of cum and sticking my cum covered tongue out to show the camera. I swallowed greedily before I replaced the camera to film me removing the huge plug. This is almost harder then getting it in but I wanted to show Sara I could do it. In all the film was 54 minutes longs. It showed me cleaning up 5 loads of cum I shot out as I used the dildo.

I think cleaned up before preparing the pictures and video for email. After emailing them I went and took a shower for almost an hour. When I returned, there was a response from Sara telling me that she came herself no less then three times looking through the pictures and watching the video. She wanted me there that weekend and if she had her way, I would be moving in tomorrow. 

The only thing I could think was "What am I going to pack?"



A New Life Ch. 01



"Come in, Carol, come in. I see you're here on time....Mr. Roberts will be with you soon."

Blushing slightly under the cute assistant's stare, I sat down on a creaky plastic chair, watching the oak door in the corner of the room. Soft music played in the background, and it sounded like Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. After a few moments of uncomfortable near-silence, the door cracked open and a husky voice rang into the room.

"Carol Jones? Mr. Roberts will see you now." I stood up and picked up my purse and walked past the door, padding down a carpeted, dimly lit hallway and walked into a dusky office, sitting down on the old wooden chair provided. I was exited, my insides twisting into knots, my pussy dripping. The door shut behind me and the lights slowly came on. A balding man in his late 40's sat across an old mahogany desk, meaty hands clasped in front of him. 

"So, Miss Carol...Hm...I see you're here to use my services, yes?" I nod meekly and pull out of my purse a rather large pile of $100 bills. "You have the payment, good." He picked up the cash and counted it greedily. "Just as we agreed. Now, please follow me, and I'll show you to your room." He smirked and stood up with a small grunt, and I noted a large bulge in his pants. He waddled down a hallway I had failed to notice before, and soon showed me into a small, bare stainless steel room with a metal chair in the middle. Around the walls were many sealed compartments, and a few screens. I disrobed immediately, and smirked as I watched his eyes widen and his crotch swell up even more. "T-take a seat, miss." He managed to get out, and I sat down on the cold chair, shivers running up my back as my bare flesh hit the freezing metal. 

He eyed my clean-shaven, glistening pussy for a few minutes before excusing himself, extremely red in the face. All around me, machines began to whir and clank softly, the door sliding shut seamlessly. Out of the chair and floor pop metal cuffs, which then wrap tightly around my wrists, arms, chests, thighs, and ankles. The chair then flattens out into a metal table, and it pulls me up so I'm laying on it, my pussy and ass wide open to the machines, my boobs pushing up towards the ceiling. Mr. Roberts' voice came through a hidden speaker. "Don't worry, Carol, I assure you this process is entirely natural. Please enjoy your last few hours as a female. Begin trans-sexual operation." The screens blinked to life and I read the information blaring on them. 'Carol Jones. 24 years of age. 5'6". Brown hair, green eyes. Requested procedure: Gender swap.' A female voice echoed softly into the chamber. "Carol, we'll start by gently removing your breasts. Then, we'll change your vagina and give you the reproductive system of a male and a fully sensitive, working penis. After that, we'll shape your face, alter your fingerprints, change your hair and eye color. Are you ready to begin?" I blinked and nodded a little, murmuring, "Yes." 

As soon as the words left my lips, I felt something long, warm, and fat push up into my pussy. "Oh, and we will also wipe your memory and give you a fake identity and a fake childhood. Thank you for your time!" I moaned as the dildo began to thrust in and out of my pussy, and I enjoyed the sensation for the last time, moaning louder as it began to vibrate strongly, but strangely, I never reached a climax. Slowly, my chest began to go numb, and a metal thing shaped like a sports bra lowered onto my chest, pressing firmly - but not uncomfortably - onto my chest. 

I felt the oddest sensation, a prickling feeling that soon changed to a pleasant sucking, and I felt my nipples harden up as something inside the machine sucked and played with my tits as I felt them slowly shrink, growing lighter and lighter. The dildo was still vibrating, and it continued to thrust in and out of me, and a small mechanical hand stroked my clit. I sighed and enjoyed the sensation, but my sigh was cut short as a burning pain ripped through my nipples. I cried out, then gasped as the metal lifted away and I was flat as a board, my DD breasts gone. 

I became aware of the strongly vibrating dildo thrusting in and out harder and harder, then all of a sudden it stuck all the way up, shooting deep inside my womb, which it stuck to with sharp clamps. I scream and arch my back and then the dildo releases something into me, and I cringe and thrash as it feels like my insides are rearranging themselves, which they probably are. Slowly, the pain and uncomfortableness fades, and I wiggle my hips, gasping as I felt the weight of a large, dangling cock, and two warm, heavy balls rolling against my hips. I moan in pleasure, but my sound is quickly cut off as two thick pads press against my cheeks, and a metal mask presses hard into my face. Two thin tubes are jammed up my nose, feeding oxygen to me, and a thin prong pulls out my tongue, and the world goes black as a sharp prick spears me between the eyes.

****

When I came to, groaning, I blinked in surprise as a sexy male face blinked back, his beautiful lips twisting up into a sexy smile, black hair dropping into his strongly-chiseled face, his deep blue eyes shining. I laugh, jerking as my voice comes out low, melodious and seductive. The table I was strapped to contracts and pulls me back into a sitting position as a comfortable blindfold is pressed softly against my eyes, a pair of thick, padded earphones fitting snugly against my head. A small, fleshy hand reaches out and grasps my new cock in its hand, another two hands taking my balls and starting to rub them. A buzzing sound fills my ears and tiny electric sensations pop up randomly all over my body, and I moan from the strokes on my cock. Suddenly, my cock is pulled into what feels like a throat, and it is sucked on vigorously. My mind spun in a whirl, utterly confused. A feminine voice whispers seductively in my ear. 

"You're very relaxed...so very relaxed...becoming sleepy..."

"No, I'm - what?" I say, confusedly. The mouth on my cock starts to suck me harder, the hands on my balls stimulating and rubbing me, and a hand starts to stroke my now-muscular chest. 

"You are sleepy. Very sleepy..."

Against my will, I yawn. "Sleepy..." I murmur.

"You are so relaxed, you sink down into a very relaxed state....you want to go deeper and deeper."

"Mmmm..." I sigh happily, letting myself fall into a very relaxed state, the buzzing in my ears fading, and I feel a pleasant tingling running up and down my body. 

"What is your name?"

"Carol Jones.."

"This name is no longer yours. Your name has vanished from your memory forever. Now, what is your name?"

"Hmm...I can't remember....can you tell me?"

"You name is Eric Jones. You are a 24-year-old male who grew up in New York..." The voice continues to tell me about my life, and I drink it all in greedily. "Eric?"

"Yes?"

"You're happy. Very happy....slowly, very slowly...you start to wake up."

"Happy...." I mumble, smiling. As I feel the blindfold being pulled away, I open my eyes and stand up, admiring my body in the mirror.



A New Life Ch. 01



The following story is an original work of fiction. All characters described in this story are over the age of 18. If any of these characters resemble actual people, it is a coincidence. All rights are reserved. 

The story takes place in Atlanta, Georgia, and all the places and businesses mentioned are actually there. So, at least, that part is not fictional. 

The editor for this five-chapter story was XTipsyX. Her spelling and grammar expertise was a critical help along the way. She also suggested some scene changes that I incorporated. Any errors remaining in this story are mine alone and probably occurred after her last edit.

Thank you for reading my stories and I really appreciate your comments and constructive criticism. Now, grab your adult beverage of choice and enjoy A New Life. 

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Reaching the top of the exit escalator at the Atlanta Airport, I saw a young man holding a sign with my name. I approached and said, "Hi, I'm Jim Munson." 

"Hi, Mr. Munson. My name is David and I'll be driving you to the hotel. Do you have luggage?" 

"Only one bag?" 

"Delta's over on the South Terminal side. Let's go this way. How was your flight from Zurich?"

"Very tiring. Coming this way makes for a long day but at least it was uneventful." 

We exchanged the normal pleasantries while waiting for the bag. David then said, "I was told to take you to the Westin but that you wanted to see the area around Marietta before I drop you off. Is that right? " 

"Yes, that'd be great. I'm planning to move here and I just want to get a quick look at houses. Do you know that area?" 

"I live in the little town of Kennesaw which is next to Marietta. So I know it pretty well." 

The bag finally arrived and we headed to his car. Since it was the middle of the day, we had a quick drive up I-75 and arrived in downtown Marietta in about 30 minutes. This small town had a lovely square surrounded on three sides by shops and restaurants. The courthouse was on the fourth side. 

We were both hungry so I treated him to lunch at the Marietta Pizza Company. David was a practiced conversationalist and I learned quickly about the local customs, people and something called the "big chicken," a local landmark. 

After lunch, David drove through several of the very nice housing developments and told me the approximate price ranges. I was amazed at how much house you could get for the money. Of course, money was no longer a problem for me but I really needed to blend into the community and not look out of place. There were a lot of bad people looking for me. 

"David, do you know any realtors that you could recommend?" 

"I don't know any agents but my sister Linda works as a secretary in a Keller Williams office. They're a large nationwide realtor with a number of local offices so I think they would be OK to use. I'll give you her phone number and you can ask her." 

David then drove to the Westin in downtown Atlanta. It's a round hotel that looked to have 60 or more floors. As I expected, there was a message from a Mr. Lewis but it showed only his phone number and a request to call. 

After unpacking what few things I brought, I used the room phone to call Mr. Lewis. He picked up on the second ring.

"Mr. Lewis, this is Jim Munson. I have a note to call you." 

"Good afternoon Jim. Welcome to Atlanta. I was told by mutual friends to expect your arrival. If possible, I would like to drop by your hotel and leave a package of documents. They have to deal with Project Icon." 

I instantly relaxed. "Project Icon" was the code name assigned to me and anyone who knew I was in the witness protection program would use that name when first contacting me. 

We agreed to meet at 5:00 in the lobby and he would be wearing a grey sport coat. 

When he arrived, I learned that his name was actually Brian O'Malley. He said he used "Mr. Lewis" when leaving messages. We went to my room rather than speak in the lobby. 

After closing the door, Brian held out his badge and said, "Jim, I'm a US Marshall and will be your contact here in Atlanta. Here's my cell phone number and you can call me anytime day or night. If you ever feel that you might be in danger, you're to call me immediately."

"How much longer do you think I'll be in danger? It's been more than a year since the last trials were held." 

"We don't know for sure. Even though the FBI staged an elaborate ruse to make it look like you were killed in an accident, the mob may still have their doubts." 

"While I was tucked away in Switzerland, I was told that you found my burned body in a car. How did you manage that?" 

"Well, we always have a few unclaimed bodies laying around. And since the FBI lab verified the dental records as yours, of course, it was easy. Your funeral was well attended, even by the mob. You had a lot of friends. Your estranged wife even came." 

"Did she bring her latest sugar daddy?"

"I have no idea." 

"Unfortunately, we are still technically married since our divorce wasn't final before all this happened."

Brian asked, "How can she be married to a dead man?"

"Hey, that's right! I just wish there was a way to let my parents know I'm still alive." 

"That's always the difficult part about this program. In order to protect you and your loved ones from danger, you have to walk away from your past life. Just remember, you cost the crime families in Chicago and Milan over $600 million. That's why there's such a large price on your head." 

"Were you able to confiscate all those accounts I traced?" 

"Yes, and we found a few more you didn't know about. Money laundering is often very convoluted, especially at the scale you identified." 

"You mentioned that you had some documents for me?"

Brian reached over and opened his briefcase. Inside were a stack of papers and a large bundle of currency. 

"Jim, we've been doing some banking and other stuff for you. Along with your new name, we had to create a new financial history. Your new credit record, by the way, is excellent. Congratulations!" We both laughed. 

"Here's a copy of your new birth certificate, your Georgia drivers license and your new VISA credit card. Of course, they gave you the US passport before you left Zurich. 

"As I think you were told, the Bank of America helps us out and they've set up accounts for you. You indicated that you wanted to live up in Marietta so we used that branch. The manager there doesn't know you're in the program, he just knows that you have $4 million on deposit and I'm sure he's anxious to suck up to you. Here's his name and phone number."

"Looks like you guys have thought of everything." 

"We've had a lot of practice. Now, I need you to sign all of these documents that legally establish the accounts. Here's your copy. We'll make sure that the bank gets the originals. Oh, by the way, you have a box at the Marietta post office and that's your legal address for now. Here's that information. If you buy a house and want to change addresses, just let them know." 

"Did all this cash come from my account?"

Brian smiled and responded, "You don't think we took up a collection, did you? You have more money than all our marshals in Atlanta combined."

"And I feel a little guilty about that. I never expected that I'd get 10% of the confiscated money. With my old job at the bank, I would have to work 10 lifetimes to make that much." 

"Jim, that reminds me. There is one more document I need to give you." He reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out a sealed envelope. "This arrived just this afternoon as I was leaving. I was told that these are the transfer instructions you should use when moving money from your Swiss account to the bank here. This is your equivalent of a get-out-of-jail-free card. The funds will move without all the legal scrutiny, bank fees or taxes that normally happen. 

"Now for the cash, this is actually from your old bank account in Chicago. When we rushed you out of there, you didn't have time to close your accounts. So we did it for you. There's $9,435.00 here."

"Good. Thanks for doing that. Do you know what happened with my house and furniture?" 

"The court turned that over to your wife. We couldn't find your last will and testament so there was no other choice.

"Now your job, Jim, is to hide out in plain sight. Enjoy your new life and try not to be paranoid. The chances of the mob finding you now are very slim. The plastic surgeon did a great job on your face, by the way. I never would have recognized you from the old photo I had." 

Brian and I shook hands and he left. I was very tired and decided to lie down for a few minutes. The travel and time zone changes from Europe were killing me. 

*********************

I awoke at 5:00am and struggled for a few seconds to remember where I was.

After showering, shaving and putting on fresh clothes, I realized how hungry I was and decided to go down to the café in the lobby. The young lady who served tables there was very attractive. She appeared to be a natural blonde and had an impressive chest and a firm little butt. 

At 9:00am, I called David's sister at the realtor's office and she picked up. Wow, a human voice actually took the call. I loved not having to go through six levels of computer answering nonsense. 

"Hi Linda, this is Jim Munson. I got your number from David yesterday and he suggested I contact you." 

"Of course. David called last night and said you might be calling in. Welcome to Marietta." 

"Thank you very much. It's a lovely town and everyone is really nice. I understand from David that you know the agents pretty well and can recommend someone to work with me the next few days." 

"That's right. We have about 30 agents working out of this office. The one I really like and who moves a ton of property is Ashley James. She is young, aggressive, knows the area and will work her tail off to save you money. She's an excellent negotiator and sold more property in her first three months than anyone else here." 

"Wow, that's impressive. So does Ashley have a few days open this week?" 

"Yes, I talked to her early this morning. She was planning to take a couple of days off to see her parents down in Savannah but quickly changed her plans when I told her about you. She just stepped out but I'll have her call you when she returns." 

"That's great, Linda. I appreciate your recommendation." 

After the call, I walked to a nearby AT&T store and purchased an iPhone and a calling plan. The new VISA card worked fine and, with my sterling credit rating, AT&T waived the activation fee. 

I returned to the room, called Brian and gave him the new cell phone number. I also told him that I would be house hunting the next few days. 

A few minutes later, the room phone rang. 

"Hello." 

"Hi, is this Mr. Munson?" 

"Sure is." 

"Great, my name is Ashley James and I'm an agent with Keller Williams Real Estate."

"Hi Ashley. Thanks for calling back. Linda speaks highly of you and wouldn't hear of me using anyone else." 

"Linda is a sweetheart. We look out for each other which can be interesting." She laughed. "She told me that you're here this week and would like to see houses in the Marietta area. Would you like to go out this afternoon and start the search?" 

"I sure would. Why don't you come by the Westin Downtown for lunch? We can meet in the lobby around 1:00 if that's OK." 

"That'll work. What price range are you thinking about?"

"Something in the $700 to $900 hundred thousand range." 

"Great. I'll download a number of listings to my laptop and bring it along. So, I'll see you at 1:00. I'll be wearing a blue dress."

Ashley had a lovely voice. Her Savannah upbringing gave her a southern accent that flowed like warm honey. I'm not sure why but visions of Gone With The Wind characters flashed through my mind. 

It was still only 11:00 so I decided to read the newspaper that had been dropped at my door that morning. One of the below-the-fold stories was about Habitat for Humanity, which is headquartered 130 miles south of Atlanta. Seems like a benefactor just donated a fantastic sum of money to help build houses for poor people. They appeared to be doing great work. 

As 1:00 approached, I walked down to the lobby and started watching people going in and out. Then she arrived. Even had I not known what she would be wearing, I could have told you it was Ashley when she walked in. The image was that of a bubbly cheerleader, spreading cheer to everyone as she glided across the lobby. 

I waved and smiled as she approached. Her teeth sparkled. "You must be Jim. Welcome to Atlanta." she announced to everyone within twenty feet. 

"And you've got to be Ashley. Very nice to meet you." 

She was a natural light strawberry blonde, appeared to be in her late twenties with brilliant medium-blue eyes. Her dress indicated a nice pair was just out of sight. I would estimate her height at 5'6" or 5"7" and her hairstyle was full and really attractive. It nicely framed her face. She almost looked like a younger and prettier version of Jessica Simpson.

Ashley wore a light blue summer dress that didn't quite reach her lovely knees and several pieces of elegant jewelry. The fragrance she wore was just perfect-spicy. She was dressed to please.

"I hope I'm on time." She knew she was, of course, but it was still a nice thing to say. 

"You're right on time. Hungry?"

"A little bit. You want to eat here or go to one of my favorites, Ray's on the River? It's down on the Chattahoochee just north of town." 

"That sounds like fun. Let's go." 

We walked outside and the valet immediately opened the doors of her BMW convertible. I sensed that he was expecting her to return immediately since he had not moved the car. So, I thought, Ashley is accustomed to getting her way. I wondered what she would have said had I suggested we stay at the hotel for lunch? 

The drive to Ray's was interesting. Her dress was relatively short which gave me a great view of her legs as she drove. She only ran two red lights but was close on many others. Thankfully, we arrived in just a few minutes and the valet welcomed Ashley like he had known her forever. She had probably been here with clients many times. 

The young lady at the entrance seated us immediately, even though the restaurant appeared to be full and several people were waiting for a table. 

Our table was actually a booth in a remote part of the restaurant. Ashley asked me to sit next to her since she wanted me to see some of the listings on her laptop. 

As I studied the menu, a waiter arrived and took our order. He already knew that Ashley wanted unsweetened ice tea and a Cobb salad. I ordered a cup of seafood bisque and a prime rib sandwich with a Stella. 

After he walked away, I asked, "How did he know what you wanted?" 

"I'm fairly predictable, I suppose. I come here often for lunch. I have a friend who's a part owner. Now, let's talk about Jim. Where are you from and what do you do for a living?" 

"I'm coming here from Zurich. I worked for a large international company after college. Then I started an import/export business, ran it for several years and recently sold it. Right now, I'm between jobs and planning to move here. I may wait a while to look for something else. I'm tired of working so many hours."

Ashley replied, "I sure know how that is. In the realty business, an agent has to be available to work sixteen hours a day, seven days a week. When the market is hot and properties are moving quickly, I end up working all the time. I never know when a client will call and ask for help."

I thought I would play with her mind a bit so I asked, "I'll bet that really hampers your love life, huh?" 

"Well, it could for sure, but I try not to let it. I'm not married and really not seeing anyone seriously right now." 

She suddenly changed the subject. 

"Let me open up the listings I downloaded to see what you think." 

We looked at photos of at least a dozen houses in the $800 thousand to $1.2 million range; and all were beautiful and had any feature one could want. I picked out three that seemed to be the best and she quickly called the listing agents to arrange appointments. The food then arrived and we enjoyed light conversation, just getting to know each other. Several times during our conversation, her leg would suddenly touch mine and rest against it for several seconds before retreating. Interesting. 

Our first appointment was in an hour so Ashley suggested we drive around Marietta. It seemed to be a typical small town with many stately old homes along Church Street. Very quaint. 

The first home was absolutely huge. It had six bedrooms, seven baths and the largest great room and kitchen I had ever seen. The media room was like a small commercial theater and the pool was kidney shaped and landscaped perfectly. It was the most expensive of the three at just over $1 million. 

The second house had several of the same features as the first but it had a very naughty master bedroom. Ashley and I walked in and gasped. The bed was huge, much bigger than king size, and round. The color palette used was red and more red. Above the bed, on the ceiling, was a mirror at least as big as the bed. In the bath was a Jacuzzi big enough to accommodate at least eight people. This was definitely a party house. Now I know why the listing didn't show photos of this room. Ashley and I looked at each other and just laughed. 

The third house was almost as big as the first one and was conservatively decorated with muted earth-tone colors. The kitchen appliances were by Viking. The five bedrooms were very large and each had a full bath. When we walked into the master bedroom, there was an audible sigh of relief. No red and no mirrors. 

Since Ashley had not toured any of these three houses before, I asked for her initial impressions. 

As she enumerated the pros and cons of each from a woman's perspective, I could see her mind was really into the sales mode. She wanted to sell a house and sell it quickly. 

I thought it might be fun to be around her for a few days so I was in no hurry. She clearly played in another league than me and this might be my only chance to be with her. "Ashley, let's look at several others tomorrow and see what we can find. I could go with number three but really want to see more of the market before I decide." 

"OK. Let's head back and I will drop you off at the hotel." 

The drive downtown was easy since the rush hour traffic was going the other way. Again, I couldn't help but notice her shapely legs and the way she had them open as she drove. I might have to jerk off to that memory tonight. 

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When she picked me up at 9:00 the following morning, I was surprised by her even shorter dress. Now, she was getting serious. Ashley wanted to influence a decision and was clearly in the bartering mode. She was willing to entertain me if I was willing to buy a big-ticket house that gave her a large commission. Maybe if I could postpone the decision a few more days, I would see a lot more skin. Let the games begin. 

We headed back up the road to Marietta and the wind coming into the convertible played havoc with our hair and her dress. Her legs were now fully exposed along with the ruffles on the edge of her panties every now and then. She spread her legs as she drove and was clearly advertising. Nothing was said but she kept glancing over at me to make sure I was buying what she was selling. I was. 

The fourth house she showed had a lot of steps leading to the porch. I let her take the lead. Her ass and legs had my full attention. The house was very nice, like the others, but there was really nothing out of the ordinary. And I didn't like all those steps. 




A New Life Ch. 01



House number five had another erotic setting in the master bedroom with a mirror over the bed and something covered over in the corner. I raised the corner of the cover and saw it was a Sybian. Ashley asked what it was. 

I replied, "This is the first one I have actually seen but it's a masturbation machine for women. I've seen them in porn films. Let me turn it on so you can see how it works." 

She stood there, fascinated, and watched the dildo attachment turn and vibrate. Her face turned red and she was speechless. 

I turned it off and apologized if I had embarrassed her. 

"No, that's OK." she said. I saw her glance at the bulge in my pants. We walked into the other four bedrooms but they were all normally decorated. Gradually, my semi-erection subsided. 

The rest of the day consisted of a quick lunch at a salad restaurant and three more houses. 

The first one we toured after lunch, number six, was the one that really intrigued me. It had a fantastic street presence with professional landscaping and a very impressive stone façade. The interior was just perfect with subtle colors, top-of-the-line appliances and a massive stone fireplace in the kitchen. The floors were solid black walnut planks that gave the whole house a degree of elegance and style that I really liked. The great room also had a stone fireplace and beamed ceilings that were made from actual hand-hewn beams. Unbelievable. Whoever built this house had a ton of great ideas and a lot of money to spend. I was sold. But I didn't tell Ashley. At $1.2 million, I thought it was a steal. Let's see if she could negotiate it down and earn her commission in other ways. 

"I really like this house, Ashley. I think it's the best one yet. But let's keep looking over the next two days and then I'll make a decision." 

I think she was a little exasperated with me, as her charm offensive seemed not to be working. But I also kept noticing her watching me when she thought I wasn't looking.

As we drove back to the Westin, Ashley said she lived in Buckhead, a very exciting area just outside the downtown area on Peachtree Street. A lot of young people lived there and hung out together. There's great shopping, restaurants and most everyone has either a townhouse or condo. I told her I would like to see that area since I wasn't totally committed to Marietta. 

"Oh, that's fine. I was just focused on Marietta because I understood you wanted to be there. Let me download the listings and we can pick some for you to see. Do you want to meet for breakfast in the morning?" 

"Sure, how about 9:00 at my hotel?"

"That'll be fine." We arrived and the valet opened my door. 

I looked back to Ashley and said, "I really appreciate all your help." 

She smiled and said, "You're very welcome. I've enjoyed showing you around." 

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At breakfast, Ashley scrolled through about ten listings, mostly townhouses, which were in my price range. They were all huge with lots of special features. I noticed that she seemed a lot more relaxed and focused on me than she had been and I wondered what was going on.

With her help, I picked five to view and she immediately used her cellphone to call the listing agents. With appointments set, we took off. Again, I was very distracted by her short dress and the effect of the wind. This young lady had gorgeous tanned legs. 

The tours went quickly since they were all near each other. Late in the afternoon, she surprised me by an invitation to her townhouse for a drink. I was glad to accept, of course. 

When she opened the door at her place, I smiled. It was her! Everywhere I looked, there was excitement, elegance and style. The furniture was clearly custom-made and interspersed with antiques. Oriental rugs covered the hardwood floors and the air had a subtle infusion of her perfume. 

"Wow, Ashley, I love this place. It's a little breathtaking. Did you do all the decorating?" 

"I had a little help." 

"Your kitchen is amazing. Do you enjoy cooking?" 

"In fact, I do if I have the time for it. The crazy hours I work have consumed my personal time. Cooking at home is now a luxury for me. What about you? Do you cook or just watch like most men do?"

"Believe it or not, I really enjoy cooking. I had to learn since I've been on my own for over a year now."

She inquired, "Were you married?" 

"Yes, but it didn't work out. She was a beautiful lady but just not a one-man woman."

"I'm sorry for that. I think you're a very interesting man and I can't imagine a woman cheating on you." 

I looked at her and our eyes locked for a brief few seconds. 

"What about you; have you ever been married?" 

She turned away and said, "Yes, but it is too painful to talk about. How about a glass of wine? I have a nice Australian shiraz." 

"I love those."

"Good." She walked to the wine cooler in the corner. 

As I opened the bottle and started pouring, I felt her hand on the small of my back. 

"Jim, how about we cook dinner here tonight? I have some ground beef and we could make spaghetti. I also have lots of salad makings." 

"I'd love that. I'm tired of hotel food." We again glanced into each other's eyes and she smiled. 

"There's a bakery at the corner, just down the street. I'll run down and see if they still have a baguette. Can you get the beef thawing? It should be on the second shelf down in the freezer." 

"Sure. Where's the spaghetti?" 

"It's over the coffee maker on the top shelf, I think." 

While she was gone, I put the beef in the microwave to defrost and looked around her house a bit more. It was perfect, with three large bedrooms, two full baths and a powder room. The dining room was large and had an antique sideboard that was just beautiful. She must have paid a lot of money for that piece. There was also a family room and a monster TV, easily 50 inches or more. There was also a nice deck on the back with a grill, table and four chairs that appeared to be made of teak. 

Ashley returned in just a few minutes, carrying the baguette and a big smile. "I got the last one." 

"Hey, congratulations!" I gave her a big high-5. Again, our eyes locked for just a couple of seconds. "The beef is about ready and I've started the water for the spaghetti." 

"While that comes to a boil, do you mind if I change and freshen up a bit?" 

"Of course not. I'll do the meat sauce and then put the water on a low boil till you return. We'll wait till everything else is ready before slicing the bread. Are all your salad makings in the fridge?" 

"Yes, just dig around. They're in the salad drawer or on the door." 

She left and it was just a minute before I heard the water running for her shower.

Before she returned, I had just about everything ready. The salad was made and the meet sauce smelled delicious. I put the spaghetti in the boiling water as she walked in the door. 

I turned to look her way, "Wow, you look great. I love that halter top and those shorts." That was an understatement. Her top left little to the imagination and I could see the sides of her impressive breasts as she turned. Her shorts just barely dropped below her panties and there were those legs that I've admired all week. Before I thought too much about it, I added, "That outfit would give any man a hard-on." She smiled but didn't reply. 

"I think we're about ready if you want to set the table. The spaghetti will just take a few more minutes." I then sliced the baguette and put the pieces in a small basket I found. 

We sat and I offered a toast to our friendship. As we ate, Ashley was fully engaged in our conversation and we asked and answered many questions about likes and dislikes, hobbies, growing up and our friends. Several times, she would touch my arm or hand when making a point. I also did the same with her but I avoided any references to the program and my life for the past year. 

After dinner, we put the dishes in the dishwasher and I scrubbed the skillet and pot while she put away the leftovers. We still had some of the shiraz so we adjourned to the family room. I sat on the sofa and she sat next to me. As we sipped on the wine and talked, Ashley laid her hand on my leg. I turned to her and our lips touched ever so tenderly. We looked again in each other's eyes and, without words, we kissed with a passion I had not felt in years. 

I reached around and pulled her close as our kissing intensified. Ashley closed her eyes and gradually opened her mouth and invited me in. Our tongues danced and our hands began exploring each other's body. This lady was hot. 

She reached down and rubbed the bulge that had suddenly grown in my pants. I sighed as she slowly stroked it up and down. 

"Wow, you're huge," she whispered.

She hesitated but then undid my belt and zipper. When she pulled open the front of my pants, her eyes bugged out. I was not wearing undershorts and my cock made a dramatic escape from its confinement. 

"Holy crap. How big is that monster?" 

"It's only about eight inches." 

"I can't believe how thick it is." She continued to stare at my cock until I was getting uncomfortable. What was she thinking? 

"What's wrong Ashley?" 

"Uhh, what did you say?" 

"You keep staring at my cock and I just asked if anything was wrong." 

"No, no. I was just thinking about how that must feel to a woman." 

I laid my hand on her back as she bent over and tried to take the head into her mouth. My cock has been compared to the thickness of a Coke can so it was difficult for her to even take the first inch. I reach around under her arm and caressed the side of her breast as she licked underneath the head and up the sides of my cock. 

After a moment, I pulled on her shoulders and raised her off my lap so I could get access to her breasts and those rock hard nipples. 

I whispered, "Are your nipples sensitive?" 

"Oh yes, but I'd love for you to touch them. It gives me a tingling sensation. "

Her breasts were very special with medium brown areolas and reddish brown nipples. There were several tiny bumps circling each areola, which was crinkled with excitement. I locked onto her eyes and gently caressed each nipple and the soft sides of each breast. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. I pulled her close and we gently kissed again. 

Ashley then stood and took my hand. She led me to her bedroom but I stopped and asked if I could take a shower first. I really wanted to be clean for her. 

A mischievous grin crossed her face as she said, "Only if I can help you. Can you give me a hand with my clothing?" 

I turned her around and untied the back of her top. I let my fingers glide down her backbone; she shivered and giggled. "Hey, cut that out. I'm ticklish." 

I kissed the back of her neck. She leaned back into me and I reached around to cuddle the soft flesh of her breasts. There was a lot of flesh to cuddle, a large C or D for sure. They were firm yet soft, and showed practically no sag. The nipples were extended and hard. She sucked in her breath as I gently squeezed each one and rolled them between my thumbs and fingers.

I dropped to my knees and slowly worked the shorts and her panties down to her ankles. What a lovely sight. Ashley's pussy showed large outer labia that completely covered the inner labia-a perfect camel toe. Not too surprisingly, she was shaved except for the strip of blond hair above her Mons. I reached in and slowly rubbed her labia and clit. She was very wet and the fragrance her pussy emitted was like a perfume to me. My cock was really paying attention. 

I quickly grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy onto my mouth. A quick couple of licks from my tongue on her clit elicited a squeal and a reprimand. "Down boy, down. There's plenty of time for that after your shower." 

I reluctantly complied and helped slip the shorts and panties down over her feet. Now it was her turn to undress me. 

She unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it over my shoulders and arms. Ashley stopped to run her cool hands over my chest and stomach. "You have great muscle tone. You're in better shape than most guys I know." 

She unbuckled the belt, unhooked my trousers and opened the fly. My hard penis flopped out and she looked at it again. Taking it in her hand, she said, "I just can't believe how thick and long you are. You could really hurt a woman with this thing."  

She worked my trousers down and off and then removed my socks while my cock tried to play with her hair. Ashley stood and wrapped her arms around me. The warmth and soft smoothness of her body and breasts on mine caused my emotions to reach a boiling point. We kissed again. 

Ashley pulled back, grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. The shower was very large with two heads and wall mounted hand showers. She turned on the water to let it warm and then walked to the storage vanity for a new bar of soap. As she bent over, I admired her pear shaped ass; the quick view I had of her butthole and open pussy lips stopped my breathing. I had never seen a body as perfect as hers. 

She handed me the soap and playfully grabbed my erect cock pulling me into the shower. We spent the next 15 minutes gently soaping and washing each other. I meticulously made sure her breasts, pussy and ass were especially clean by going over them several times with soapy bare hands. She just laughed and shook her head but I could see her nipples were again crinkled and I could feel her juices flowing. 

We dried off as quickly as possible and then, like young lovers, ran quickly to the bed and slid under the sheet. She nestled into my arms and our bodies quickly warmed each other and the warmth again stirred the passion we shared. Ashley looked deeply into my eyes. Our eyes made silent love to each other for a long time as our hands rested on the other's back. I slowly moved my hand down to her ass and ran my fingers up and down her crack. I made sure that just my fingertips lightly brushed across her anus. Ashley shivered with each caress. She moved her leg slightly forward to give me better access to the bottom of her vagina. On each stroke, I could feel more and more viscous fluid coming from her pussy. 

She whispered "Would you let me take control tonight? I want you inside me but I'm really concerned about your size. If I can be on top and work slowly, I think we'll both enjoy it more." 

"You're in control, young lady. Just tell me what you want me to do." 

She pulled down the sheet and swung her leg across my thighs. Her full breasts dangled as she leaned forward while straddling me. She slowly moved toward my chest. I reached for her breasts and supported their weight as Ashley's clit and vagina slid up the underside of my cock. Her pussy wrapped around the shaft as she pressed it against my stomach. She gasped and then slid back down and repeated the move until my cock started twitching with desire. 

I whispered, "I am going to cum very soon if you keep that up. But it might be good to get the first one out of the way so I can stay harder for you after that." 

Hearing that, she sped up the action and the hardness of her clit and the flow of lubrication had almost instant results. I pumped a load up and over my stomach, almost reaching my chin. The pulsing of my cock against her clit brought on her first mild orgasm. Perspiration glistened on her forehead and neck and her skin flushed bright pink. Ashley's breathing was rapid and irregular; her eyes closed while her mouth opened and gasped for air. She moaned quietly but did not scream or cry out in any way. I could feel chill bumps on her arms and legs as I held her. 

Without words, she climbed off, went to the bathroom and came back with a warm wet towel. She wiped the cum off my chest and stomach and from her breasts. With a sly smile, she remounted my legs in reverse cowgirl fashion and slid her ass onto my face as she grabbed my limp cock. Ashley's soft mouth was divine as she once again ran her tongue along the head and shaft. 

Meanwhile, I was in heaven. Her pink vagina was perfect in everyway. As my tongue stroked from her clit to her asshole on each pass, the taste of this young woman overwhelmed my senses. Her body reacted to each pass by emitting more and more fluid and wonderful scents that seemed to fill my world. I could see and feel the chill bumps on her thighs and her asshole sucked in and out as my tongue caressed it. My god, what a sexy woman!

After my cock recovered and again stood at full mast, Ashley turned around to face me and lifted herself to slowly work the head into her vagina. There were many starts and stops. My size was a big challenge and she needed time to adjust her organs to accommodate it. As she moved on and off it, she took some of her vaginal fluid and rubbed it on the head and shaft of my cock. This only excited me more and made the challenge even tougher. 

After what seemed like five minutes, she finally had the first three or four inches inside her. From that point, it seemed to go a bit easier when she learned to rock from side to side and adjust the angle of entry. Finally, her labia reached my balls and she rested for a while to catch her breath. I rested my hands on her thighs and we looked again into each other's eye. I could tell she was in some pain. 

Ashley leaned forward and laid her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her. She resumed the action by slowly lifting her bottom, which caused her vagina to begin its return trip up my cock. The pressure and tightness of her vaginal muscles seemed to suck the semen from my balls as it went. It was an amazing feeling. 

As she reached the head, the downward pressure returned again. The steady rhythm of her burning desire finally started. Within seconds, she sat upright and was slamming down my steel-like rod with fury, again and again. I grabbed her breasts to stop their violent up and down thrashing. She was a wild woman with glazed eyes, gasping and moaning with perspiration dripping from her face. She whimpered as tears flowed from her eyes. 

I sensed a change in her breathing and tenseness in her body as another orgasm approached. Her fingers dug into my side and Ashley's vice-like vagina locked onto my cock and held on for dear life. Her passion exploded and her body shook violently. She moaned and whispered, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." 

All I could do was hold on as the climax consumed her total body, and mine with it. I could feel a pressure release as my semen raced into the depths of her vagina over and over again. This was sex unlike anything I had ever experienced. 

As her orgasm eased, Ashley seemed to collapse into my chest. Her breasts and nipples sank into mine and our body heat gave me unbelievable comfort. She laid still and her breathing slowly returned to normal. 

After a minute or so, we rolled over but she continued to squeeze my cock with her vagina even though it was now limp. We lay face to face with my cock still inside her, blocking the flood of semen we both knew was coming. Her eyes focused on mine as we quietly rested. 

Ashley finally whispered, "That was the most amazing sex in my life. You completely fulfilled me. " Suddenly, tears began to form in her eyes as she added, "Life is not fair." She rolled over and faced away from me and cried. I tried to comfort her but she wouldn't let me touch her. I had no idea what just happened. 

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I awoke early the next morning. Ashley was still asleep beside me as the sunlight just began to shine into the room. I slipped out of bed and showered, shaved and dressed. I checked on her again and she seemed to be soundly sleeping. 

In the kitchen, there was a single-cup coffee machine. I found a Columbian coffee pod and it was steaming hot in the cup just a moment later. As I sipped it, I wondered what she meant about life not being fair. 




A New Life Ch. 01



A few moments later, she entered the kitchen wearing a robe. Her eyes were red, and it was obvious she had been crying once again. 

I got up and tried to hug her but she pushed me away. The look of sorrow in her eyes broke my heart. I finally found some courage and asked, "Ashley, can we talk?"

She pulled a chair out from the table and sat down. Ashley just stared at the far wall. After a couple of minutes of total silence, she stood and walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. Her eyes were bulging with tears. 

"Jim, I have a confession." She paused to collect her thoughts. "I was married right after college to a man who abused me and took advantage of me every day. I was a total wreck but finally found the courage to leave him. He's consistently refused to give me a divorce and we're technically still married. I moved to Georgia and started over the best I could. At least I had experience in real estate and found a job right away. I'm renting this townhouse and all the furniture and furnishings in it. I'm even renting the car and trying everyday to stay ahead of the bill collectors. I know this isn't what I represented to you and I'm very sorry." 

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I really like you and I want to be totally honest with you." 

I took her hand and said, "Let's go back to bed and talk." 

The End of Chapter 1



A New Life Ch. 01



"Oh, Tim. Your body feels so good against mine. You're making me so hot." she said. "Rub against mommy's naked body, honey. Please make mommy feel good." She continued to grind her wet vagina against his hard penis.

Seeing what his father and sister were doing and hearing his mother cry out her lust to him, Tim threw aside all restraint. "Yes, mom! This is so wild, so hot. Push your hot pussy against my hard cock! Rub your naked flesh against me, mom!" He hugged Mary's body to himself, pushing his pelvis hard into her.

Mary paused in her movement. "What did you say, Tim? What did call your p-p-penis and my va-va-gina?" She could hardly say those forbidden words.

Tim was frustrated because his mother had stopped moving. He ground his cock into her. "Cock and pussy, mom. That's what the kids at school call them. A guy's penis is called a cock, or dick, or prick. A girl's vagina is called a pussy, or cunt, or twat. There are other names, too. Right now I just can't think of them." He used his hands on her back in an attempt to get her moving again.

Hearing the slang, coarse names for what she had previously not dared to even think about, excited Mary. In her heightened sexual state, everything seemed to turn her on, get her hot. Mary began to thrust herself harder and faster against her son.

"Your c-cock feels so good against my p-pussy, Tim," she cried. "Push that hard p-prick into my t-twat, my c-cunt. Make mommy feel good. Ooooohhhhh, yyyyeeessss! Sooooooo ggggooooodddddd!" as the new sensations ebbed and flowed in her.

Paul and Lydia could not believe the language pouring from Mary's mouth. She seemed like a whole different person, a hot, sex-hungry slut. What's more, her words were really turning them on.

Lydia looked at her father with lust-filled eyes. "Come on, daddy. They aren't the only ones who can have fun around here. We can, too. Press your hard cock into my hot pussy. I'm going to rub my wet twat all over your big prick." As she increased her attack on her father, his cock head rubbed against her clit. "Ooooohhhh, wow! Yyyyyeeeesssss!" she moaned as the sensations rushed through her hot body like electricity.

"Yes, Lydia!" Paul answered, finally giving in to his own lust. "Your naked body feels so good rubbing against daddy. Your wet pussy is so hot on my cock. You're making daddy feel great, honey," as he openly began to push his cock against his daughter's beautiful cunt.

Mary and Lydia continued to masturbate themselves against their men's hard cocks. Their clits vibrated as they were ground against hard cockheads. The motions of both women became wilder and more erratic with each passing moment until the inevitable happened. In her frantic effort to press Tim's cock against her clit, Mary raised up a little extra. Tim's cockhead shifted forward. And in an instant it entered his mother's pussy. Mary's pussy mouth simply opened and swallowed her son's cockhead.

Both Tim and Mary gasped. Mary's blood-engorged, super-sensitive, wet, hot pussy lips stretched and closed around Tim's cock, sending blinding jolts of ecstasy through her body. Tim's cockhead felt like it was being scalded in a hot, wet glove.

"Oooohhhh, Timmmm!" Mary moaned as she gazed into her son's eyes. Never in her life had she felt anything as wonderful as her son's penetration of her inner core.

As Tim realized what was happening, he made one more attempt to control their growing lust. "Mom, we can't," he gasped. "This is going too far." Then, as his mother's heat engulfed his cock, he moaned, "This is incest! We can't actually fuck!" But even as he spoke the words, he moved his hips forward, driving more and more of his hard shaft deeper and deeper into his mother's superheated cunt.

Mary's response was instinctive, "Watch your mouth, young man. We don't say dirty words like 'fuck' around here." And then as Tim's cock filled her pussy, "Oh, Tim! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Here was another new sensation for Mary. Only once in her life had she ever been fully penetrated. It was her wedding night when Paul had taken her virginity. They had used a lot of lubrication and he had driven into her hard and quick to get it over with. Paul came immediately from the tension and stress of the moment and pulled out quickly. For Mary there had only been the pain of her torn hymen. Never again had she allowed Paul to fully penetrate her for fear the pain would return. But now, as her son's cockshaft sank down into the very depths of her vagina, there was no pain. All she could feel was the hot thrill of being fully impaled by the hot shaft that throbbed inside her. She instinctively began to rotate her hips and move up and down on her son's cock. "Fuck me, Tim. Fuck me!" she cried.

The heat of his mother's pussy and the way she fucked him was too much for Tim. His mother had just taken his virginity. He couldn't handle it. His body rushed headlong into an intense orgasm. His cock swelled, jerked, and began to pump his cum into her womb. He came and came, as he yelled, "OOOoooohhhhh, Mommmmmmmmm!!!" And still he remained hard, humping his cock up into his mother's cum filled twat.

"Mary! Stop!" Paul cried out. "That's incest, the worst taboo there is! Stop it, Mary! Get control of yourself. Mary!!!"

Incest! The word finally penetrated Mary's lust-filled brain. She was committing incest. She was having sex with her son. They were fucking! He had just cum inside her pussy! But instead of filling her with shame like she thought it would, the idea of incest excited her. She could feel her son's cock, still hard and throbbing deep in her cunt. His hot sperm burned her pussy walls and was beginning to escape around his shaft to drip out of her vagina and onto his nut sack. Her clit throbbed, demanding more stimulation. Her pussy pulsed with pent-up lust. She loved the full feeling inside her that Tim's cock caused as it stretched her cunt. Suddenly she realized she loved her son. She loved fucking. She loved fucking her son. She loved incest.

She looked deep into her son's eyes. He could see the love and lust that filled her eyes. His love and lust shone back at her. In that moment mother and son connected in a special way. They smiled. Tim began to thrust his hips again, working his cock in and out of his mother's pussy. Mary joined him, moving her hips in rhythm with his, as they once again took up the dance of incestuous love.

"Fuck mommy, Tim," she said. "Pound that hard, incestuous cock deep into mommy's pussy. Fill mommy's incestuous cunt with your hot prick. Fuck your mother, you mother-fucker, you! Ooooohhhh, yyyyeeeeessss, Tim. Fuck me!"

His mother's words sent chills up and down Tim's spine. She was so hot, so wild. She was becoming a sex slut right before his eyes. This was so unlike the prim and proper mother he had known and grown up under. And he loved this new sex hungry mother sitting naked on his lap, fucking his cock for all she was worth. She was his incestuous mother-slut and he was her mother-fucking son. And he loved it.

"Fuck me, mom. Fuck me with that hot incestuous pussy of yours. Take your son's incestuous cock deep inside your incestuous body. Make me the mother-fucker I am. Fuck me, mother. Fuck me."

As Tim and Mary became more vocal and intense in their fucking, Paul and Lydia stared open-mouthed. Watching his wife have sex with another man should have repulsed Paul, especially since that man was his own son. The words they used to enhance their fucking should have made him sick. He was looking at incest right before his eyes. And it was his own family! He should have been filled with righteous anger. Instead, his heart was racing with the excitement of it. His eyes blazed with the lust of it. His whole body was taut with the tension of it.

Lydia's body burned with the fire of pent-up emotion. Her brother and mother were committing incest right before her eyes. She could hear the love and lust in their voices as they urged each other on. She could see the flush of their bodies as they ground against each other. There was nothing evil here. Only the beauty of two people, mother and son, enjoying the love they had for each other in a very special, exciting way. She was filled with love and joy for them. She wished she could join them, experience what they were experiencing. And then she realized she could. She could experience what they were experiencing with her dad.

Quickly she lifted up just enough to let her father's cock settle into the opening of her vagina. And then she pushed down, moaning as the head stretched her pussy lips and popped into her virgin cunt. Pushing harder, she felt her father's shaft slowly fill her.

"Oooohhh, daddy! Your cock feels so big. It's filling me sooooo good! Oh! Yeah! Fuck!"

Paul's hips involuntarily pushed up into his daughter, sending another inch of cockmeat into her hot cunt. Never in his life had he felt anything so tight, so hot, so wonderful. It almost drove him insane.

"Honey, nooooo! We can't! ... Oh, shit! You feel so good. Oh, fuck!"

Another inch of his shaft sank into his daughter's pussy. And then he felt the barrier. He was up against her maidenhead. The realization that he was about to take his little girl's virginity shook him out of his lust fog. He tried to pull back.

"Lydia, I can't. You're a virgin! I can't take your virginity. It's wrong, Honey."

"Yes you can, daddy. I want you to. Fuck me, daddy. Make me a woman."

And with those words she thrust herself down hard on her father's cock. Paul felt his cockhead tear through his daughter's hymen and surge up into her hot depths. In that instant their pelvises met and he was fully buried inside Lydia's no-longer-virgin pussy.

"Are you OK, honey? Did it hurt very much?" he asked with great concern in his voice, as his cock continued to throb inside her.

Lydia raised her face to look into her father's eyes. "No worse than some shots I've had." she answered. And then she smiled. "Now fuck me, daddy. Fuck your incestuous daughter. Fuck me really good with your big daddy cock. Fuck me like Tim is fucking mommy. Oh, fuck me, daddy, fuck me!"

Paul could see the love and lust in his daughter's eyes. He was flooded with emotion. This was his little girl, his beautiful young daughter. He loved her so much. Looking deeply into her eyes, he begin to move, thrusting his cock in and out of his sexy daughter's cunt. As he fucked, he marveled at the sheer pleasure of this incestuous act and realized he was hooked. He doubted that he could ever stop fucking her, now that he had started.

"Yes, Lydia. Take my daddy cock into your incestuous pussy. Daddy loves fucking your hot twat. Fuck me, honey. Fuck daddy."

Lydia's pussy clamped down on her father's cock. She began moving her hips in time with his thrusting. Again and again she felt herself filled with her dad's hot, hard cockmeat.

"Oh, daddy. You are fucking me so good. Your big, incestuous cock feels so good in my pussy. Don't stop, daddy. Keep fucking my hot, incestuous pussy. I love you."

The Bursman's bedroom was filled with the sounds of sex. All thoughts of escape were gone for the moment. Mary had her head on her son's shoulder as she worked her hips in rhythm with his thrusts. She was watching her husband and daughter as they fucked on the chair next to them. Subconsciously she matched her movements to those of her daughter. Her emotions were becoming more and more intense. She had heard of orgasms. But she never believed they were right for her. Now she knew better. She couldn't wait to have her first. She began to move faster and faster, driving herself down on her son's wonderful cock.

Tim was in seventh heaven. His mother's tits burned holes in his chest. Her naked flesh felt hot against him. He loved the way she moved her pussy on his cock. Since he had already cum once he felt he could last for awhile. He wanted this fuck to last a long time, forever. As he sensed his mother speed up her movements, he began to thrust harder up into her hot wet depths.

Lydia continued to gaze up into her father's eyes as she fucked her pussy down onto his cock. The world faded away around them. There was only her and her father, incestuous cock fucking incestuous cunt. She could feel herself build toward her first orgasm ever. She knew that it would happen and that it would be wonderful. She began to fuck faster and faster.

Paul was lost in the depths of his daughter's eyes. He couldn't look away. She was so beautiful, so sexy. He wanted to make this first fuck one she would remember always, not like his and Mary's first. They had no experience then. They still didn't. But he was beginning to know what to do. He was going with his instincts and it seemed to be working. His cock throbbed. He felt his daughter's movements become more urgent, faster. He sensed what she needed and began to thrust harder and faster into her lovely body.

All four were building toward their orgasms. Their actions became more urgent, their thrusts harder and harder. Soon the chairs they were tied to were jumping and creaking under the force of their fucking.

"Tim, fuck me. Fuck me. Fill mommy with your big, incestuous cock. Harder, Tim. Harder. Oh, it's going to happen. I'm going to have an orgasm. Fuck mommy, Tim. Fuck mommy's incestuous pussy hard. Oh, Tim! I'm there. I'm therrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeee."

Mary's body shook as her orgasm crashed over her. Never had she felt anything so powerful, so wonderful. She could not believe what she had been missing for all these years. How wrong she had been. Her pussy collapsed around her son's cock, milking it with it's orgasmic spasms as it flooded it with her cum.

Tim gasped as he felt his mother cum on his cock. Her pussy seemed to be eating him alive. He could feel her cream bathe his cock. Quickly he reached the point of no return. He couldn't hold back any longer. His second orgasm of the evening surged through him.

"Oh, mom! Your pussy is so hot, mom. I can't stand it. I going to cum, mom. I'm going to fill your incestuous pussy with my hot, incestuous seed. Take it, mom! Take my incestuous sperm."

And with that Tim thrust one last time up into his mother's cunt and held himself there as his cock fired glob after glob of his white, sticky seed into her throbbing depths. Mary could feel the force and heat of his sperm as he ejaculated into her.

"Oh, Tim! Yessssssss! I feel it! Fill mommy! Fill mommy's womb with your incestuous seed. Shoot your sperm into my incestuous pussy. Cum with mommy, you mother-fucker!"

Paul and Lydia were propelled to their own orgasms as they listened to Mary and Tim cum next to them. Lydia's whole body seemed to explode at once. Her cum juice flooded her pussy, drowning her father's cock.

"Daddy, fuck me. Oh, daddy, I'm cumming. I cumming so hard. Fuck me with your big incestuous cock. Fill me with your incestuous sperm. Cum with me, daddy. Fill your daughter's incestuous pussy with your daddy-cum. Oooooohhhhhh, yyyyyeeeeeesssssss!"

Paul's emotions went into overload. Hearing his daughter beg him to shoot his sperm into her body was more than he could take. As her orgasmicing pussy milked his cock, he fulfilled her wish. He came, sending a flood of thick, sticky sperm up into his daughter's womb.

"Here it comes, honey! Take daddy's cum. Daddy is shooting his incestuous sperm into your hot, wet pussy. Cumming, honey! I'm filling your incestuous cunt with daddy-cum. Take it, Lydia. Take it."

Time seemed to stand still as Paul and Tim continued to pump their sticky, white cream into Lydia's and Mary's pulsating pussies. And then quiet returned to the Bursman's bedroom. The only sounds were the heavy breathing of four people as they sought to recover from the intensity of what had just happened. Paul looked over at Tim and Mary. Tim was looking at him and Lydia. Paul smiled and shook his head. Tim grinned back at him and began to caress his mother's back with his hands. Mary raised her head, smiled at Tim, and then looked over at her husband and daughter. Gazing into her husband's eyes, she knew everything was okay. She laid her head on Tim's shoulder with a sigh, as she felt his cock begin to soften inside her. Lydia looked up at her dad and then over at her mom and brother. Everyone was smiling. She smiled too. Her father's cock slid out of her well-fucked pussy. As her father's cum began to seep down her crack, she knew life would be different now for all of them.

"Whoa! This chair sure is wobbly."

Tim had tried to shift his position to ease his mother's weight on his legs. Their chair wobbled under him. Paul looked at Tim and smiled. He had an idea how they might get free of their bonds.

"Tim, all that activity you and your mother did has weakened your chair. Try to bounce around in it some more. Maybe you can break it and get free. Come on, Lydia. Let's try to break ours, too."

Tim and Mary tried to jump in their chair in an attempt to force it to the breaking point. But that was not as easy as it looked. They could not get a rhythm going and ended up bucking against each other and counteracting each other. Paul and Lydia didn't seem to be able to do much better. After a few minutes of trying they stopped, frustrated and breathing hard from the exertion.

"This isn't working." Tim said. "Maybe we need to try something different."

Suddenly Mary got an idea and smiled. "We worked together just fine before when we were having sex," she said. "Maybe if we try that again, only harder, we can break free."

Tim groaned. "Mom, I've already cum twice. I think I'm fucked out for awhile. I don't know if I can do it again this soon."

"I know I can't," Paul said. "I'm no spring chicken anymore. It takes me longer to recover from most physical activity these days."

Mary began to rub her naked flesh against her son. "Come on, Tim. You're a strong young man. You can do it. Think about it. Your big hard cock fucking in and out of my hot, willing pussy. Incest, Tim. Having sex with me, your own mother. Think of sinking your cock deep in your mother's incestuous pussy. Now you're pulling it out, only to sink it in again, deeper. In and out, in and out, again and again. You're a mother-fucker, Tim, pumping your hot incestuous prick in and out of your mother's open, incestuous twat. I'm fucking you back, Tim. My pussy is wrapped around your hard cock and I'm moving my hips, forcing my cunt to meet your every thrust. I want it, Tim. It feels so good fucking my big, hard son."

Tim groaned again. His mother's words were really turning him on. His body tingled as her naked body sensuously moved in his lap. His cock began to respond, growing as it filled with his hot blood.

"Yes, Tim. I can feel it growing. You like the idea, don't you. Fucking your own mother. Filling my incestuous pussy with your cock and pounding away until we both cum. I want it, too, Tim. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel my son's incestuous cock stretching my pussy's walls, filling me. I want to wrap my hot, incestuous cunt around your big prick and fuck you back with every ounce of energy I have. I want to fuck and fuck until I cum and cum. I want you to cum inside me, flooding my womb with your thick, incestuous seed. Don't you want to pour all of your hot sperm into your mother's willing incestuous cunt?"

Mary was turning herself on as much as she was her son. Her movements became stronger, more urgent. Tim's cock was now rock hard. She lifted and shifted her hips, centering her son's blood-engorged cock in the mouth of her pussy. As she sat down, Tim thrust up with his hips. His cock buried itself inside his mother's open cunt, plunging to it's full depth in one motion. Both mother and son gasped as they came together. And then they began to fuck in earnest.

"Oh, yyyyyeeeesssss, Tim. Fuck me! Fuck me hard and fast. Ram your hot cock into mommy's hungry pussy. We'll bust this chair yet. Fuck me, you mother-fucker. Fuck me harder!"




A New Life Ch. 01



Mary was driving her hips hard against her son. She would pull back and then slam forward again. Her clit buzzed with the force of each thrust. Tim was responding to his mother's wild movements. Again and again he pushed his pelvis up, forcing his cock deep inside his mother's willing body. In no time their chair was bouncing with the force of their fucking.

"Fuck her, Tim." Lydia called out. "Fuck mom good. Drive that incestuous cock up her son-loving pussy. She wants it, Tim. She needs it. Fuck her hard. Make her cum, Tim. Pound the shit out of her."

Paul also encouraged his wife. "Come on, Mary. Fuck him harder. Show him what a hot, incestuous slut you are. Fuck your son harder. Make him cum. Push your incestuous pussy down on his mother-fucking cock until he fills it with his thick incestuous sperm. Fuck! Fuck! Harder!"

Their ears burning with the encouragement of their family, Mary and Tim increased the tempo of their fucking. Tim was slamming his cock up into his mother's open pussy as hard as he could. Mary was bouncing on her son's hard shaft for all she was worth. Their chair bounced and bounced, creaking and shaking from the force of their incestuous fucking.

Paul watched the wild, frenzied coupling of his wife and son. It was so hot. Incest! Mother and son fucking each other with wild abandon. The sheer sexual nature of it had his cock rock hard in an instant. Lydia felt her father's hard cock poking at her bottom. She, too, was affected by what her mother and brother were doing. Quickly she shifted, centering her father's cock in her wet pussy, and then she sat down, impaling herself once again on his thick shaft.

"Oh, yyyyeeessss! Daddy, your cock is hard again. I'm so horny. Watching mom and Tim is making me so hot. Fuck me! Your cock is stretching my pussy so good. I love fucking you, daddy. I love incest. Fuck me! Fuck your daughter's hot pussy with your big incestuous cock. Fuck me, daddy!"

"Ride my cock, honey! Fuck me! Your pussy is so hot. It feels like it is burning my cock. You are so hot! ... so wet! ... so tight! Take it! Take my daddy-cock deep up into your wild, incestuous twat. Daddy is going to fuck you until you cum and cum. Ooooohhhhh, fuck!"

Father and daughter began their own frenzy of incestuous fucking. Throbbing cock filling wet, willing pussy. Hot cunt caressing hard prick. Pelvic bone crashing against pelvic bone. Paul and Lydia were soon lost in their own lust of incestuous sex as their chair bounced and groaned under the weight of their pounding bodies.

Crash!!! Tim and Mary's chair suddenly gave way under the assault of their wild fucking. Tim and Mary were hurled to the floor in a pile of broken wood. Still they fucked on, totally caught up in their incestuous lovemaking. Mary landed on her back, her legs spread wide, her pussy wide open, with Tim on top of her. Tim's cock never left his mother's twat. As he came down on top of her, he drove his prick deep into her hungry cunt, as his pelvis ground against her engorged clit. Again and again he slammed his cock down into her. Both were building to a powerful orgasm and nothing was going to stop them from achieving their ultimate fulfillment.

"Do it, Tim. Fuck me! Don't stop! I'm almost there. Keep fucking me, you mother-fucker. Make your mother cum and cum! Ooooohhhh, yeeeessss! I'm there. Tim, I'm cumming! I'm ccccuuuummmmiiiinnng!"

Tim felt his mother's pussy walls collapse around his cock as she came! He felt the hot rush of her cream as it bathed his shaft. Her whole body trembled with the force of her orgasm. Tim's mind went into overdrive. He buried his cock one last time into the depths of his mother's willing body, held it there, and came. His prick throbbed again and again, sending spurt after spurt of hot, incestuous cum into his mother's womb.

"Mmmmooooommmm! I'm cumming! Take it, mom! Take it all! Ooooohhhh, shit! I'm filling you with my hot, sticky seed!"

"Yes! I feel it, Tim. Flood mommy's pussy with your cum. Give me all of your hot, incestuous sperm! Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming again."

Mary's arms and legs held Tim tight against her body as she came down from her orgasmic high. She could feel his cock jerk once, twice, inside her as he sent the last of his thick seed into her overflowing cunt. Slowly they both relaxed. Tim pulled away from his mother. His cock came free of her sensitive hole. Mary groaned at the loss. Kneeling, Tim got his first real good look at his naked mother. Her body was flushed from her orgasm. Her breasts were red and blotchy from where they had rubbed against his chest. Her pink nipples were still stiff and hard with sexual excitement. Her legs were spread wide, revealing the cum-matted pubic hair that surrounded the puffy lips of her well-fucked pussy. Her cunt gaped open and Tim could see his white cum slowly leaking out to seep down her ass crack onto the floor. He thought she was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Slowly he leaned down and kissed his mother's mouth, and then each nipple, and finally her cum-covered pussy. Mary groaned again at her son's soft kisses.

It took them a couple of minutes to untangle themselves from the ropes and the broken chair around them. Then they turned to Paul and Lydia, who were still bouncing and fucking away on their chair. Lydia was pushing her gaping twat down onto her father's hard cock again and again with all the force she could muster. Paul continued to thrust his hips against his daughter's thighs as he buried his thick cock into her hot depths over and over. When Tim and Mary came over to release them, they paused long enough to be freed from their chair. Then they slid to the floor and continued their incestuous fucking.

Tim and Mary stood arm in arm watching them. They could see how much father and daughter were enjoying their newfound relationship. Remembering how Paul and Lydia had encouraged them in their fucking, Mary began to do the same for her husband.

"That's it, Paul. Fuck her! Shove your big cock up her little pussy. Fuck your daughter's hot, wet pussy with your incestuous cock. Remember Paul, this is incest. You are fucking your own daughter. And she is fucking you right back. Pound her hard. Let her know what a wonderful fuck she is. Fill her incestuous pussy. Fuck her, Paul! Fuck her!"

The sound of his wife urging him to fuck his daughter enflamed Paul's mind. He went into overdrive, plunging his cock faster and faster, harder and harder, into Lydia's willing body. She groaned as she fought to meet her father's every move, thrust for thrust. Each time they came together her clit ground into her father's pelvic bone.

Oh, daddy! Yeeeesssss! Harder! Fuck me harder! I'm going to cum. Your big prick is going to make me cum so good! I'm there, daddy! I'mmmmm ccccuuuuummmmmmiiiinnngggg!"
 Tim joined in. "Fuck her, dad. Cum in her hot twat. Fill my sister's incestuous pussy with your thick sperm! Cum with her, now!"

"Oh, shit!" Paul cried out in joy as his cock jumped and jerked inside Lydia's open pussy, flooding her with his thick, sticky cum. "I'm cumming, honey! I'm filling your hot pussy! Take it, take it all, you daddy-fucker, you. Take all of my hot incestuous seed!"

Lydia groaned as she wrapped her arms and legs around her father's back, holding him tight against her body as her orgasmic pussy milked him of every drop. When it was over they all stood together and hugged each other, enjoying the freedom and the feel of their naked flesh against one another. Eventually Paul said, "I guess we better get dressed and call the police." 

To be continued...



A New Life Ch. 02



After the Bursman family settled down from their incestuous encounter, Paul found a coat hanger to use to release the bedroom door lock. Looking through the house, they found their clothes laying in a pile on the dining room table. While Paul called the police, Mary and Lydia cleaned up a little and put their clothes on. When the police arrived, everyone was dressed and looking normal. They explained what happened with Ron and Tom, leaving out the fact that they had to get naked. They told how Paul and Tim had jumped in their chair to break it. (Pastor Paul prayed their little white lie would be forgiven.) The police put out an all-points bulletin on the Bursman’s car and spent what was left of the night lifting fingerprints from areas they knew the two men had been. Then they went to Pierce’s garage and impounded the stolen vehicle. They asked Paul to come down to the station after he had gotten a little sleep and give a full account of what had happened.

Later that day, when Paul left for the station the rest of his family was still asleep. Now he was returning home. His mind was in turmoil. How would he and his family face the new day? By everything he had learned and believed what they had done was totally wrong. Incest. The word haunted him. Sure they could say it was not their fault. Anyone put in the situation they were in might have done the same thing. But they were no longer in that situation. Still, all Paul could think about was his daughter’s hot, clinging pussy and how good it felt to bury his cock in it. He now knew that sex was not the evil thing his parents had taught him. He wanted to make love to his wife and see if sex with her was as good as it was with Lydia. He could not go back to the way things had been. There was just no way he could do that now.

But what about his wife and kids? Would they be filled with remorse and guilt? Would they close off even more because of what had happened? His wife had shown a whole new side of herself, that of an incestuous fuck-slut, who loved fucking with her son. Tim and Lydia had really opened up and gotten into the spirit of sex with their parents. But was that just the heat of the moment? Paul didn’t know. This new day could bring a whole new lifestyle or it could spiral back down into the old sexless life of before. Paul hoped for the first as he feared for the second.

As he entered the house he found Mary, Tim and Lydia sitting in the living room waiting for him. Mary said, “Paul, we need to discuss what has happened and where we go from here.”

“I know,” Paul responded as he sat in his favorite chair. “We can’t undo what has happened. And I for one would not want to. But, what now?”

“What’s wrong with just going on from here?” Tim asked. “I think family sex is a lot of fun. Why stop?”

“Yeah!” added Lydia. “Now that I know how great sex is I sure can’t go back to being an innocent virgin, even if I wanted to. And I don’t. I loved fucking you, dad. And I want to do it again, often. I want to fuck Tim, too, and find out how good his big cock feels inside my pussy. Why can’t we just continue being one big happy, hot, incestuous family?”

Tim’s cock began to grow hard when he heard his sister say she wanted to fuck him. He looked over at her. He suddenly pictured her in his mind, naked, spread out beneath him, begging him to fuck her harder as he rammed his cock into her young pussy again and again. Without thinking he reached down and shifted his cock to a more comfortable position in his pants.

Mary watched her son rearrange his cock. Her son’s actions, coupled with her daughter’s words, sent a thrill through her body. She could feel her pussy begin to get wet with sexual desire. Still, this was a big step for them. Could they really, … should they really, do this?

“Kids, you have to understand. This is all new to your father and me. Ever since we were little our parents have drilled into us how wrong all sex is, let alone incest. Your father and I had never even seen each other naked until last night. And we still haven’t made love in the real, sexual sense of the word.”

“Don’t you think it’s time you did?” Tim asked. And then looking at his father, he added, “Mom is a beautiful woman, right dad? I know she is one great fuck. Don’t you want to make love to her the way you did with Lydia? Don’t you want to just shove your cock deep into her pussy and fuck her for all you’re worth?”

Paul looked at Mary. She was blushing at Tim’s words, calling her a great fuck. Tim was right. She was beautiful. And now he could see it. Not only that. She was sexy beautiful, a woman to be loved and fucked. A woman to pour yourself into. His eyes shone with the love he had for this new, hot, sexy woman who sat before him. He shifted his growing cock to a more comfortable position.

“Yes, son. She is beautiful. And I can’t wait to get her in bed and make up for all the fucking we’ve missed over the years.”

Mary blushed again at the loving lust that shone in her husband’s eyes. Her whole body was alive with the thought of what her husband wanted to do to her. It would be the way their honeymoon should have been twenty years ago. And all because they had had sex with their children. Finally she was ready to let go. She was ready for sex. And she could think of no one she would rather have fucking her than the two hot, loving men in her living room. Her pussy juice flooded her twat as she realized that she was about to become her husband’s and son’s willing, incestuous, fuck-toy.

“I agree, Paul. It’s time we really consummated this marriage. It’s time we got nasty and fucked each other’s brains out. Our parents were wrong. We were wrong. Thank goodness we found out the truth, even if it did take that horrible robbery to wake us up. What do you say we go to our bedroom and discover each other all over again, or maybe for the first time?”

Paul quickly got up from his chair and drew his wife up into his arms. “Sounds great to me,” he said. He leaned forward and kissed her, sending his tongue into her open mouth. Then looking over at their children, he asked, “What about Tim and Lydia?”

“Well, they will just have to do their own fucking, I guess. You and I are going to be too busy to worry about them right now.” And then as she took Paul’s hand and headed for the bedroom, she looked over her shoulder at Lydia and added, “Don’t wear your brother out too much, young lady. When your father and I finish, I’m going to want to feel that big mother-fucking cock of his buried deep in my hot, incestuous cunt again.”

Paul’s cock surged to full hardness as he heard what Mary told their daughter. He now knew that his family had all turned the corner into a new way of life, an incestuous life of love and sex together. As he followed his wife into their bedroom visions of Tim and himself fucking both Mary and Lydia, swapping and sharing, filled his mind. He smiled.

Tim and Lydia watched their parents disappear into their bedroom. They noticed that they did not close the door behind them. For a moment the two kids thought about going and spying on their parents. Then they looked at each other and smiled. They both rose and met in the middle of the living room. As their mouths came together and their tongues began to dance against one another, they slowly removed each other’s clothes and sank to the floor.

Tim raised up and looked down at his naked sister laying on the floor next to him. He saw the sparkle in her eyes, the smile on her lips. His gaze traveled down her slim neck to the swell of her pert breasts. He noticed that her large dark pink nipples stuck up hard in sexual lust. His eyes continued to move down over her flat stomach to her pubic mound. He marveled at the sparse covering of hair that did nothing to hide the cleft of her pussy. He could see the puffiness of her excited lips. Still his gaze traveled lower, as he took in her slim hips and long legs. His sister was just as beautiful as his mom. He wondered why he had never seen it before. But then again, he had never seen his sister or his mom naked before. His hard cock jerked in anticipation of what was to come.

Lydia broke out in goose-bumps as she watched her brother look her over. She could see the love and lust build in his eyes as he took in her naked flesh. Her excited pussy gushed with her juices at the thought of making love with her sexy brother. She had never realized it before. She had never dared look at Tim that way. But now she knew it was true. As she looked at his naked body beside her she could see it. Tim was one sexy hunk of man-flesh. Her eyes rested on his cock as it bobbed, hard and ready between his legs. Then she reached up and drew Tim’s head back down to hers as they kissed once again.

As he kissed his sister, Tim let his hands travel down over her body. He caressed her breasts, gently squeezing the extended nipples, causing Lydia to moan into his mouth. Down over the swell of her stomach and into the silky hair that covered her cunt, his right hand continued it’s journey, while his left remained to continue caressing her tits. Lydia was now arching her back, pushing her breast and her mound into his hands. Slowly he let his finger penetrate the cleft of her pussy slot. He felt the wetness of her juices as they coated his finger.

Suddenly he felt Lydia’s hand on top of his, guiding him as he fingered her hot pussy. She helped him stroke her hard clit for a moment, and then moved his finger into her wet hole and pushed, forcing it deep inside her core. Again she moaned as pleasure coursed through her overheated body. Slowly she pushed his finger in and out of her pussy several times, and then again used it to massage her sensitive clit.

For several minutes Lydia used Tim’s hand to masturbate herself, teaching him how to make a woman feel good. Eventually she used two of her own fingers to push two of his fingers deep inside her excited cunt. All four fingers were quickly covered with her free-flowing pussy cream. She brought her slick fingers up to Tim’s mouth. He quickly sucked them into his mouth and licked the juices from them. Then, looking deep into his sister’s lust-filled eyes, he brought his fingers, coated with her juices, up to her mouth and watched as she took them into her mouth, tasting herself on them. They smiled at each other and then kissed again, the taste of her pussy strong on their lips.

Slowly Tim began to kiss his way down his sister’s body. He kissed the hollow of her neck, leaving a wet trail with his tongue. From there he moved down to her pert breasts, sucking each one and licking at her hard pink nipples. As he continued down, he stopped to lick her belly button before moving down into her overheated pussy. The smell of her excited lust filled his nostrils as Lydia opened her legs wide to allow her brother full access to her hot, wet cunt.

As his tongue penetrated her pussy hole, Lydia moved around until Tim’s hard cock loomed over her face. As her brother licked and kissed at her pink cunt mound, she brought his blood-engorged cockhead to her mouth and began licking and sucking on it. Soon the two siblings were lost in the joy of oral sex as they 69’ed with each other.

They continued their oral stimulation for some time, slowly building to an intense release. Tim’s tongue pressed against Lydia’s swollen clit, sending sharp tingling sensations racing through her body. At the same time she sucked all of his hard cock deep into her mouth and throat, causing him to groan as his cock throbbed wildly in his sister’s hot mouth.

And then they were there. Lydia moaned around her brother’s cock as her pussy flooded his face with her cum. Her legs held his head tight as she came. Tim feverishly tried to lick up all of the cream his sister was pouring from her orgasmic pussy. At the same time he felt his cock swell and throb in Lydia’s mouth. Suddenly her mouth was full of cum as he pumped shot after shot of hot, sticky sperm down her throat. She swallowed, only to have her mouth filled with another shot. As she swallowed it all, trying not to lose a single drop, she marveled at the taste of her brother’s fuck-juice. It was not bad at all. She actually liked it. Even as she swallowed the last of it she began to wonder what her father’s cum tasted like. A thrill went through her as she realized that she would find out soon enough.

Lydia continued to suck on her brother’s cock, making sure it did not deflate. She wanted more. She wanted her brother to fuck her. Tim could not believe the wonderful feeling of his sister’s mouth sucking on his cock. He didn’t have a chance to go soft, not with a hot mouth like hers working him over. When she was sure that it would remain hard, she released it from her mouth and lay back on the floor. Spreading her legs, she smiled up at her brother.

“Come on, Tim,” she said. “Stick that big cock of yours in my cock-hungry pussy. I’m so hot. I need a good, hard fucking from my ‘big’ brother to fill my incest hunger. Fuck me, Tim. Fuck your sister with your big incestuous cock.”

Tim looked down at his sister. She lay there with her knees up, her legs spread wide, her fingers holding her wet pussy lips open so he could see the pink interior of her fuck hole. He knelt down between her legs, took his throbbing cock in hand and guided it to the entrance of her steaming cunt. Shifting forward, he penetrated her.

As she felt her brother’s cockhead pop inside her vagina, Lydia threw back her head and moaned, “Oh, yyyyeeeessss, Tim. Shove your big hard cock up inside me. Fill me with your incestuous prick. Fuck your horny sister, you mother-fucker! Now you’re going to be a sister-fucker, too. Fuck me, Tim. Fuck me.”

Lydia’s words really turned her brother on. Quickly, suddenly, he pushed forward, hard, and in one thrust sent his cock deep into his sister’s willing cunt, grinding his pelvis against her clit.

“Oooohhhh, ffffuuuuccckkk, Lydia! Your pussy is so hot, so tight. Take my cock, you incestuous slut, you. I’m going to fuck you and fuck you until I fill your incestuous cunt with my brother-sperm.”

Tim grabbed his sister’s legs and pushed them back into her chest, opening her hot pussy even more to his driving cock. Again and again he pounded his cock into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room.

“Do it, Tim! Fuck me hard. Fuck your sister’s hot, wet pussy with your big, incestuous cock. Make me your own little fuck slut. Fill my incestuous hole. Fuck me, brother of mine, fuck me until I cum and cum.”

Lydia began to thrust back up at her brother’s pounding cock, meeting him stroke for stroke. She twisted her ass this way and that, trying to screw her overheated pussy onto his hard cockmeat. To Tim it felt like he had a wildcat in his hands. His sister’s twat was trying to eat his cock alive. He couldn’t believe what a hot, wild fuck she was. He picked up the pace: faster and faster, harder and harder, driving his cock root-deep into her wet, open cunt again and again. At the rate they were going it didn’t take them long to reach their orgasmic heights.

“Oh, shit, Lydia. Your pussy is so hot. You are fucking me so good. Shit! I’m going to cum. I’m going to fill your hot, wet, incestuous pussy with my seed. Oh, fuck! I’m cccuuuummmmiiinnng! Take it, sis. Take my incestuous cum deep up your fucking womb.”

Lydia felt her brother’s cock swell and buck as it sent it’s load of sticky sperm spraying up inside her womb. It jerked once, twice, three times. And then again and again, as it filled her with his hot, white cream. She grabbed his butt and pulled him tight into her crotch as her own orgasm flooded over her.

“Yyyyyeeeeesssss! Yyyeeesss, Tim. Cum! Fill me with your sperm. Flood your sister’s incestuous pussy with your hot seed. Pour that incestuous cum into my womb. I’m cumming! I’m ccccuuuummmmmiiinnnggg so hard! Keep fucking me, Tim. Keep fucking my hot pussy-hole with your incestuous, creaming cock.”

Slowly brother and sister calmed down. Tim lay on top of Lydia, breathing hard, as his cock began to shrink inside her cum filled hole. He pushed his body up on his arms and smiled down at her. As he sat back his now soft cock slid from her well-fucked pussy. He gazed at her open, red hole, watching his cum slowly leak out and flow down her ass to the floor. Then he looked up at her face. She was smiling at him.

“Wow! That was great. You sure are a wonderful lover, Tim. You can fuck me any time you want.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, sis. I could get hooked on your pussy really easy.”

Then he lay down beside her and in the quiet that followed they could hear their parents as they came together in their bedroom.

When they left their children, Paul and Mary entered their bedroom. Paul thought about closing the door, but then realized he didn’t need to. If Tim and Lydia wanted to watch, they were welcome. He stood behind his wife and gazed at the broken chair that still lay on the floor. It had all begun in this room. As he relived the scene in his mind, his hands came up and he cupped Mary’s breasts through her dress. He smiled as he realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He felt her nipples hardened in response to his touch.

Mary pressed her body back into her husband, forcing her breasts deeper into his hands, feeling his hard cock press against her ass. Enjoying the feel of Paul’s hands and cock on her body, she wondered how she could have ever thought such contact was evil. She knew she would never reject the touch of her husband or son again. Her body was theirs to do with as they desired. She was ready to let Paul fuck her any way he wanted. When she looked over at their twin beds, they looked so small, so inadequate for what was about to happen.

She laughed. “We need a bigger bed.”

“Maybe we can trade these in on a larger one at the furniture store.” Paul responded.

“Better get a king size,” she said, “especially if the kids are going to join us.”

“Maybe we better get them bigger beds, too,” he suggested. “If they start sleeping together they will need them.”

Mary turned toward her husband. “OK. But not now. Later. One of these will do for now.” She began to unbutton his shirt as she gazed up into his eyes. “Right now I just want you to make love to me.”

Paul saw the love-lust shine in his wife’s eyes. This was a new Mary, a sexy, fuck-loving Mary. And he loved her. As she pulled his shirt from his body, he leaned in and kissed her. Soon their tongues were dueling in their mouths. As they kissed he reached behind her and unzipped her dress, pulling it forward, off her shoulders. He stepped back to let it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body underneath.

“No underwear?” he asked in surprise.

“No underwear,” she replied as she bent down to remove his pants. “They would only get in the way, so why bother?” And then with a smile she added, “Besides, between you and Tim, I doubt that they would stay on for very long anyway. I don’t plan to wear underwear again in the foreseeable future.”

In his mind, Paul suddenly had a picture of his prim and proper, yet sexy wife, all dressed up in her Sunday best for church, with her naked tits and pussy available underneath. The blood surged into his cock making it rock hard. He pulled his wife’s naked body against his own and kissed her hard as he felt her breasts press into his chest while his cock throbbed against her belly. He reached down to cup her ass in his hands and pull her tighter against his manhood. He moaned as she followed his lead by grabbing his ass and pulling him into herself as well.

For several seconds they continued their kiss, pressed up against each other’s naked body. Eventually they came up for air, stepped back a little, and began caressing and exploring each other for the first time in their marriage.

Paul loved the soft swell of Mary’s breasts and the way her dainty pink nipples stuck out hard from them. As he stroked his hand down her stomach and into her mat of pubic hair, he leaned forward to suck one of her nipples into his mouth, causing her to moan as she pushed her breast into his face. At the same time his fingers found her wet slot and slid into the heated depth of her cunt. He was surprised at how wet she was there. He had the distinct feeling he could drown in her juices.




A New Life Ch. 02



Mona Comes to Visit



I awoke as I had fallen asleep, lying atop my son, with his arms around me, and his flaccid member inside me. That was the best morning of my life, unsurpassed by any other. I lay there, feeling my darling son's heart beating against my chest; the scent of our sex still hanging in the air. What a wonderful smell, his seed mixed with my own cream...

I nuzzled his neck gently, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Matthew. I almost mistook the sound as pleasure, but quickly realized that it was pain that made my son gasp out and wake. I had forgotten about the savage bite I had given him. 

"I'm sorry, sweetie," I whispered to my boy as his eyelids slowly opened and closed, attempting to clear away the haze of a good nights sleep. "I didn't mean to hurt you, love."

Matt smiled blearily at me, and raised a hand to brush a stray strand of hair from my cheek, his eyes moving over me, taking me in.

"That's alright mom, I think after last night I can find it in my heart to forgive you."

The intense love in his face and voice would have made me collapse, had I not already been lying on top of him. I gave a soft sigh, and snuggled tighter into him, my head resting on his firm and toned chest, as he stroked his fingers through my hair slowly, gently. I would have been content to lie in that way for an eternity, and in fact gave a small prayer for it to be so. His hands began to roam elsewhere, however, and I knew the peaceful rest would not last much longer if he continued. 

The feel of his fingers gliding over my naked body was one I will never forget. In truth, I doubt I could forget anything that happened during that time with my baby. The course he traced with his fingers will forever be etched in my memory however, standing out from all the rest. I was all shivers and soft mewing sounds as he caressed over my shoulders; my back; my sides; my hips (oh god how I love the feel of his hands on my hips!) down over my rear. He gently parted my cheeks, and I felt his finger slide down between them, caressing me gently down there.

"Do you like being touched there as much as you liked touching me, mom?" Matt asked me, his voice low and soft.

My breath caught for a moment, and he chuckled softly, his finger still probing gently. I felt him twitch inside me, and that decided me. I pushed my hips back against his hand, letting the tip of his finger push inside me, shocking him, while I gently licked at his left nipple, then suckled on it like a babe at a bottle. He began to grow hard quite quickly, and within seconds was fully erect inside of me. I suckled on his hardening nipple a bit more forcefully, and ground my hips down against his, taking him in as deep as I could, our pelvic bones grinding together, making him moan loudly.

"Oh my god, mom, that's so hot!" he cried out to me as my tongue flickered over his nipple, and my crotch gyrated over his in slow circles, stirring him inside my still come-filled entrance. 

I pulled my mouth from his nipple, and looked him dead in the eye, my face going stern, and my voice sterner still. "You are to call me "mommy" from now on, do you hear me, boy?" I commanded him seriously.

He nodded vigorously, his cock throbbing inside me, making me stifle a moan as I tried to keep my expression businesslike. 

"Good. Now I want you to fill mommy with your sweet seed again, then you need a shower. I believe you have somewhere to be today, yes?" I asked him, my eyebrow aching with my inquiry.

Another nod for my answer. I didn't care. Right then all I cared about was having my son fill me again, and I let him know it. I began rocking against him slowly, my lips clinging to his stiff shaft as I took him in and out of me, moaning against his nipple as I resumed sucking. He quickly got the idea and began returning the strokes, his hips meeting mine as I came back down onto him. I was torn between wanting him slow and soft, and wanting him hard and nasty. It took all of two seconds to decide on hard and nasty, reasoning that he had me soft and slow the night before.

"Baby, I want you to fuck mommy now, fuck mommy hard and good, and fill her with your hot come, ok?" I asked him huskily, and he was quick to oblige. He rolled over, keeping himself inside of me, so he was on top of me. I looked up into his eyes, and held them as he began to thrust his hips against me; picking up pace and force with each pass. I was soon clinging to him, my fingertips digging into his shoulder blades and my legs wrapped around his waist, helping pull him down into me as he fucked me. 

He pushed me into the bed, his hips rising and falling against me in a fury of pent up desire. I could tell that this is what he has been waiting for all these years, to be allowed to really fuck his mother.

"Give it to me baby, fuck mommy as hard as you like, don't hold back for mommy!" I cried out against his neck, and cried out in joy as he took my words to heart and went at me for all he was worth. I reached down between our bodies and rubbed my clit as he pounded into me, grunting over me, moaning in pleasure, sweat dripping from his body onto mine. I looked down and saw his length piercing me like a velvet spear, and the sight sent me crashing over the edge, screaming at the ceiling, my vaginal muscles spasming on his manhood as I thrashed on the bed underneath him. I milked his cock, and was rewarded by a cry of his own as he climaxed inside of me, thrusting himself as deep and hard inside of me as possible as his first jet of sticky cum shot inside of me.

I had never had multiple orgasms before, but that morning I experienced my first. The sensation of him filling me so deeply, and the knowledge that it was my own son that was inside me, sent me over the edge yet again, my thick cream spilling out around his member as it spurted wave after wave inside me. 

Afterward, he collapsed on top of me, panting harshly, his body trembling almost as badly as my own. We lay there for a while, trying to catch our breath and slow our speeding hearts, covered in sweat and the delicious smell of fresh sex. Once we had recovered, I shooed my boy off to the shower. I remained there, lying in my sons' sweat-soaked bed, smiling contentedly to myself. My hand slid down between my thighs, and I pushed a finger inside myself slowly, moaning with the joy of feeling his hot semen inside me, trickle out of me, down the crack of my rear. I pulled my finger out, and slowly put it into my mouth, sucking it clean of his cream. My first taste of my sons' cum. God, how I love the taste of him. I made a mental note to take him in my mouth next time, so I could taste every drop of him. 

My finger returned to the mess that had leaked from my well-fucked pussy, and scooped it up with two fingers, so I could lick that clean too. Imagining him in my mouth, his head tilted back in pleasure, his hips rocking gently against my face as he sent his hard prick bumping against the back of my throat made me drip in anticipation. 

I reconciled myself to taking that pleasure later. My son needed to get dressed and leave to answer questions about a man he was forced to kill, and a tickle in my mind told me he had begun thinking of that, and sex was the last thing on his mind, now. 

My heart ached to go to him, hold him, comfort him, kiss his worries and pain away, but I steadied myself. This is something he needed to do on his own. Some things even his mother can't make better, not even with blowjobs. I sighed to myself, and stretched out on his bed. It was actually quite comfortable, and I entertained thoughts of sleeping in his bed with him from then on. 

While I lay there, trying to decide what to do, the phone rang in the other room. I contemplated ignoring it, but decided it just might be important enough to get out of bed for. I padded naked down the hall, and into the living room, where the nearest phone is kept. The caller ID informed me that it was Matt's sister, Mona. I clicked the phone on, and chatted with my daughter. I heard the shower turn off, and I moved back down the hall, all the while listening to my girl as she told me how her week had been going, which wasn't well. She broke up with her boyfriend of 3 years, and needed consolation. 

I stood outside the bathroom door, waiting, and when it opened, I deftly hit the mute button on the phone with one hand, and snaked a hand out to grab my sons limp cock. He jumped in surprised, and I squealed with laughter and ran off down the hall again. Once I had got my giggling under control and things had quieted again, I turned off the mute and resumed my conversation with my daughter, whom was now telling me she'd be coming up that night and staying until Sunday. Before I could relay this information to Matt, he kissed me goodbye (a deep, open-mouthed kiss now, no more peck on the cheek for me!) and headed out the door to his appointment. 

Oh well, he'd find out soon enough.

Shortly after my son left, my daughter told me she had to go and pack her stuff for her little visit with us, and that she'd see us in about an hour, and we hung up. I sighed to myself, knowing I would have to shower, but not wanting to be rid of my sons' cream still inside me. 

Sighing inwardly to myself, I went down the hall, towards the bathroom. On the way there, I paused outside Matt's bedroom, and gazed in at his bed, which was still a mess from our playtime together. I decided to wash the bedclothes before I took my shower, and stepped into his room, to begin removing the sheets and comforter. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of his computer; the video card I bought him still in the box on his desk. His computer was turned on, I noticed, but appeared to be in sleep mode. 

I thought back to some of the erotic incest stories I had read, and how in some the mother had checked her sons' computer's Internet history for porn and such. With a twinkle in my eye, I silently thanked the authors for supplying me with the idea, and sat down in the big, leather office chair that my son spent so much time in before he got a job. I pressed the spacebar, and watched as the computer slowly awakened. 

Once it stopped working, and was fully booted up, I opened my son's web browser. I was a little surprised to see that his homepage was an erotic stories site, and quickly elated to know that my search wouldn't be so difficult as I had anticipated. I opened the History folder, and saw link after link of stories relating to the same website. Every single link was incest. Most were Mother/Son stories, and I spent an hour reading the same stories my son had read, and most likely, masturbated to. I was already turned on by the stories themselves, but that thought made me wet. 

As I skimmed through the list of stories, I came across one that was different from the others. It started off seemingly like the others, with the mother and son finally getting together and having wild, passionate sex, but after a couple chapters, something altogether different happened.

In the story, the mother and son were in the middle of making love on the sofa in the living room (an idea I filed away for later), when a girl walked in the house door. She had stopped dead in her tracks, and watched as the couple went on obliviously. After a few moments of watching, the girl stripped down and went to them. As she kneeled down in front of them, they both were startled aware of her presence. The girl quickly calmed the mother and son down, telling them she had come in and seen what was going on, and got so turned on she just had to join them. She asked if that was okay, and after a moments dumbfounded silence, the two on the sofa quickly assented.

It was obvious from the start that the girl was the boy's sister. As they started a threesome, I realized that my hand was between my thighs, my fingers stroking my lips and clit as I read. As I was playing, I realized I was imagining the characters in the story being my family. My little boy and girl inside my pussy and against my mouth. I stroked my clit as I had a powerful orgasm, my hips rising off my son's seat (imagining him doing the same thing, his naked ass in the same seat as my own as he spilled his cream, thinking of his sister and I, just as I was thinking of them), my fingers pushing deeply inside of me as I thrust up against my hand, my head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut as my orgasm thundered through my body. Afterward, I collapsed back into his chair, gasping for breath, my mind reeling with the sudden inspiration that the story had struck in me.

I had never entertained fantasies of other women before, but at that moment I knew I wanted my daughter, too. I sat there, my cream dripping down between my legs and pattering softly onto my son's seat, my mind racing to find a way to seduce my little girl and bring her into our new activities. 

While puzzling out the solution to my naughty idea, I stood and quickly stripped my son's bed, taking the items to the washing machine and pushing them inside, adding the detergent and setting the machine, before resuming my previous course, to the bathroom for a shower. I stood there, under the spray of hot water, my back arched against it, the water feeling heavenly against my chest, pondering my options.

"I could copy the story," I thought to myself... just take my son on the sofa and "forget" that my daughter was coming up. She had a key and wouldn't bother to knock, so I could guarantee that she would indeed walk in on us. The idea seemed pretty risky however, and also a little drab, so I discarded it. I wanted to seduce my daughter, not shock her into arousal. 

As I was soaping up my chest, the bathroom door opened, letting in a swirl of cold air. I gasped as goosebumps rose over my skin, and turned to face the shower door.

"Don't just stand there letting in the cold air, Matt! Shut the door and get in here! Mommy wants you!" I cried out, knowing it must be my son.

The bathroom door closed slowly, and all was silent. I opened the shower-stall door and peeked out, but the room was empty. I shrugged to myself, and went back to my shower, deciding to finish up and get out quickly so I could see my son.

I stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around myself, and padded barefoot down the carpeted hall, towards the living room.

"Matt, why didn't you join me, love?" I asked before I made it to the living room. My mouth was opening to continue when my eyes alighted upon my daughter, sitting on the sofa, a happily growling Kero sitting between her knees as she stroked his soft fur.

"Mona! I thought you were coming up later tonight, hon," I stated, wrapping my towel around myself tighter.

"I decided I wanted to get out of my apartment, and the sooner the better," she replied, still not looking at me. "I'm sorry I barged in, mom. I was just wondering who it was in there."

My mouth opened and closed, a fish out of water, as I stammered for an explanation. This is definitely not how I wanted my daughter to find out about us.

"Don't look so shocked, mom! Or so guilty. I totally understand," she looked up at me then, almost shyly. A wicked grin turned up the corner of her mouth, as she continued, "How is he? Is he as good as he looks?"

The glint in her eye told me a lot, but not quite everything. I sat down on the sofa beside her, my towel coming apart at the legs, revealing up to my thighs, my bush just barely concealed. I looked her in the eye, and told her what she wanted to know.

"He's incredible. Just the right size, and I think he might have great endurance. We haven't tried marathon fucking yet, but I think he'd be able to go quite a long time."

Mona's eyes shimmered, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips "Have you tasted him yet?" she asked me, all but hanging on my words.

"Not directly, no.... but what I have tasted was very, very yummy." I told her, and she let out a little moan.

"Not directly... so you haven't...?" she asked, trailing off at the end,

"No, not yet... well, I've had him in my mouth, but I didn't let him come there yet, no. I was planning on doing that as soon as he got home, actually." I couldn't believe I was telling her all this.

What shocked me more was when her hand settled on my exposed thigh, just below the towel, a mere inch from my bush, her fingertips trailing across my skin softly, sending visible shivers through me.

"Perhaps we could give him a special welcome home surprise?" she asked me in a whisper, and I found all I could do was nod. When she continued, she sounded hesitant however, even a bit afraid. "Do you think he'd like to be with me, too, mom?"

"Oh, babygirl, I know he'll be ecstatic to have you, too. I read some of the stories he likes online, and some included the sister."

She positively beamed with happiness, and leaned in to kiss me. I expected a short peck on the cheek, but what I got was a long, deep, sensual kiss on the mouth. I was even more surprised when her tongue licked across my lips, and gently parted them, snaking into my mouth, exploring softly. He hand slid up my thigh, and I gasped into her mouth when her fingers gently brushed over my pussy, caressing over my lips. I spread my thighs wider apart, but she pulled her hand away, making me whimper. She slowly broke the kiss, and leaned back, smiling at me.

"No time for this now, mom... or should I call you mommy, too? In any case... we need to prepare for Matt."

I nodded my agreement, and we both stood. Mona took hold of my towel, and pulled it away from my body, looking me up and down. The way she sucked on her lower lip was enough to tell me that she approved of what she saw. She quickly began taking her clothes off, until she was standing naked in front of me.

My eyes roamed her body, taking in every detail. "She has a lot of me in her," I thought to myself. Same hair, same shade of eyes, and the same wide hips. "We could pose as sisters, easily."

She, however, shaved her pubic hair, I saw. I resolved myself to at least trim myself down, later. Mona left a little strip of short, red fur above her slit, and I found that incredibly sexy. 

I had her help me make my son's bed with fresh sheets, and I decided how we would wait for Matt to get home. I directed Mona to get some candles from the hall closet, and she quickly got the idea, placing them about Matt's room and lighting them. Meanwhile, I went into the kitchen and brought out the champagne bucket I had never used before, and filled it with ice from the freezer.

I set the bucket of ice on the counter top, then opened a cupboard and removed a squeeze-bottle of honey. I set that, too, on the counter, and stood there, thinking a moment. I smiled to myself, and went into the garage, digging in a drawer beside the washing machine and coming up with a handful of clothespins. I took those into the house, and collected the other items, and went back into his bedroom, where I deposited them on the nightstand beside his bed. Mona looked up at me, an eyebrow arched, and I just gave her a wink in return and again left Matt's room. There was a scarf I wanted from my closet, and I quickly retrieved it and returned to his room.

"Lie down, sweetie," I told Mona, and finished positioning items around so they would be within easy reach. I flicked off the light, then crawled into bed beside her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against my body, our breasts pressed together as we began kissing again.

We lay in each other's arms, kissing and touching each other everywhere we could reach, playing for over an hour before we both heard the front door open, and my son step inside.

"Hey mom? Mona?" he called out. Damn, I forgot Mona's car was parked outside. It won't be an absolute shock, but it will still be plenty surprising.




A New Life Ch. 02



Thank you for the votes and comments on part 1, I'm glad people enjoyed it. The whole story is written so it will all be posted soon.

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Simon

I spent most of my first day at work half-hard. Greg's photo, despite all it did to me, did not do the man justice at all. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen, and I couldn't help checking him out when I had a moment or two where I wouldn't be noticed. Sadly his desk was behind mine so there was no way of me looking at him without making it fairly obvious. I was obviously projecting my own desires because I felt his eyes on me when I had my back turned. I was tempted to make some sort of show and see if I could make him give me some sign, but resigned myself to behaving because I didn't want to show myself up in front of new colleagues. If I had one clue that he was gay too then it might be different, but I guess the secret handshake had fallen out of favour decades ago. They should make some sort of badge. I could go with the rainbow, but that was a bit too obvious to everyone and I had no idea how that would be received by people.

Besides that, even if he was into men, I could be anything but his type. Why was it so damn difficult to work out if someone liked you? I knew it wasn't just me, I think everyone I'd ever met had agonised over it at some point, a crush you weren't sure would be reciprocated so you just keep it to yourself and hope that no-one ever lets slip in case the object of your affections just laughs in your face. I wasn't expecting anything to happen but that didn't stop me wishing for it. I was constantly aware of his presence behind me, and felt shivers down my spine when I heard the deep voice speaking. It was a day of heaven and hell.

I headed round to see Mark and Charlie after I got home because I'd promised to let them know how it went. They waited in eager anticipation for my verdict on Greg.

'He's gorgeous. Tall, dark and handsome, piercing blue eyes, great body, and good personal hygiene. Plus his voice just makes me want to melt.' I explained, dejected.

Charlie tried to cheer me up. 'Did you find out anything about him? You're assuming he won't be interested, but do you have any idea?'

'No. It seems he's single, but that doesn't help me. I don't have a clue, he's not camp but we all know that means nothing. He could be gay, but I doubt it. He's too good to be true already.' I sighed deeply. The guys were sympathetic but there was nothing really that they could do to help. I was just going to have to learn to live with it. With any luck the more I saw of him the more I would be able to keep my reactions under control. I couldn't help just hoping that there might be a chance of something with him though.

That was just the start of a very frustrating week. Every day I had to sit at my desk with the object of my affections so near I could hear every time he spoke, every time he moved. I didn't dare turn around without good reason, but I had questions to ask from time to time so I got quick glances at him during each day. Worse was when he headed out of the office for something. He had to walk right by my desk and every time I had to force myself to sit still and not turn around to watch his backside as he headed off. 

On Friday things got a lot worse. I was actually managing to keep my mind off Greg for a few minutes. He was in a meeting with our head of department about a project he was doing, so I wasn't aware of his presence behind me and allowed myself to relax. Just as I did so my phone rang and I practically jumped out of my chair. I heard Steve laughing behind me so it must have been obvious, but in my defence the thing hadn't rung all week and I had no idea it was so loud and annoying. I only felt scared when it was the boss asking me to go join the meeting he was already having with Greg. At least it had to be work related, unless I'd made my lust obvious and was about to get told to leave him alone.

I entered the room gingerly, trying not to look scared. They were both smiling at me, only in welcome, but Greg's smile did things to me I didn't want the boss knowing about. I tried to concentrate on Richard's face rather than Greg and hoped for the best when I sat down beside him. That was closer than we had been to date, aside from when he first introduced himself to me, and I worked hard not to react. I wanted to lean into his body even though it would have been highly inappropriate right then. How on earth was my body language not screaming out 'take me now'? Perhaps it was but Greg was just too straight to have a clue.

It turned out that they had the perfect plan – I was going to work with Greg on his new project to help with all the programming that would be needed. I had to agree, it would be interesting work and I could hardly say I had no capacity to take anything else on after less than a week. I tried to look on the bright side that I would have a chance to get to know Greg, and even if nothing happened it might help me cure my obsession. The downside was having to spend lots of time with him and alone with him too, especially if the cure didn't work. I wasn't sure whether to be pleased or horrified at the prospect. Thank god it wouldn't start until Monday, so I had the weekend to prepare myself.

That night I got my first taste of the nightlife in my new home. The club was everything I expected, and lots of men clearly on the pull for whatever took their fancy that night. I had a couple of offers but no matter how frustrated I was after my week at work, I didn't want a quick fix with someone I didn't know who wouldn't be around in the morning. Mark and Charlie let me dance with them, although I beat a hasty retreat when the slow songs came on and they intertwined their bodies. A whole dancefloor was filled with men pressed closer together than you would think possible, or at least not while they still had their clothes on. I longed to be a part of it, and I knew exactly whose arms I wanted to be in.

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Greg

About half way through the week I realised that the new project wasn't going to get done on time, or as well as I would like, if I didn't have help. And I also realised who was likely to get assigned to it, so it was Friday before I broached the subject with our boss. I knew Simon could do the work and he'd be able to devote plenty of time to it because he had very little else to do at the moment. But I really couldn't be sure whether I could keep things professional if I had to work closely with him. I was going to be lusting after him, I was sure, and if that became obvious then it could make the working environment very difficult indeed.

Richard thought me working with the new guy would be great. Simon seemed enthusiastic when he was asked, and my heart sank. Having him sat right beside me, even in the boss's office, was doing things to my body that I would be enjoying if I weren't at work and obsessing over a probably straight man. The deed was done now though so I was going to have to deal with it, even if I had to get some sort of straightjacket style pants to keep my dick under control for the next few weeks. At least I had a couple of days to myself first when I could try and work out some sort of plan to cope.

I went to see Carl and his family on Sunday, but it ended up being just the two of us because his wife had gone off to see her family due to the early arrival of her new niece. Carl was rather glad he'd got out of it since we had already arranged for me to be there. He was also glad for getting a proper opportunity to talk to me. Not that my sister was in the dark about me being gay, but we tended not to talk about my love life or lack thereof, while Carl always wanted to know if there were any prospects. And my behaviour earlier in the week was not going to be forgotten easily.

'So Greg, any news?'

I tried my innocent face. 'Well, the new project I'm working on is going pretty well.'

He looked unimpressed. 'You know I was asking about the new guy you have the hots for.'

'In that case there is definitely no news.'

'What, nothing? You haven't found out anything about him?'

I know I looked embarrassed. 'Of course I have. Just nothing that helps my situation. I have, unfortunately, found out that he is kind, clever and funny as well as gorgeous, and his mere presence does things to me that I won't go into right now, and makes me want to do things that I'm definitely not going to mention. And to cap it all he has been assigned to my project, so for the next few weeks he is all mine, just not in the way I'd like him to be.'

Carl smiled. I think he would have liked to take the piss, but he saw how mixed up I was already. 'But that means that you have a chance to get to know him properly, and you may get to find out he's gay or at least bi.'

I couldn't think positive right then. 'Or, more likely, that he's not and doesn't take kindly to discovering I have a major case of lust on for him. Even if you're right, he won't fancy me.'

'Why not? You look like me, and I know I'm gorgeous!'

I laughed despite myself. 'And so modest with it!' I replied.

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The week started fairly well. I wore tight pants and loose trousers, and it seemed to be working to a reasonable degree, at least so that I didn't obviously have a hard-on all the time. That wasn't to say Simon no longer had an effect, but I could use my clothes to hide it, and the desk that was between us a lot of the time. I set up the project room so we were facing each other since we would need to talk, but I didn't have the same chance to study him because it would have been a bit too obvious. I was impressed at his work too, yet another way he was just too damn perfect. Even after day one his input moved things along majorly. Even if I was going to be frustrated permanently at least I would do a good job here.

In the evenings I managed to keep my mind off Simon. Not that I wasn't horny as hell and the moment I could sort myself out I did, but I kept my thoughts to other things. I didn't want to get into another situation where I let my mind run away from me. I started watching some of the porn films I had just so I could wank off to a scene on the tv rather than one running in my head, because I knew if I let that happen whatever snuck into my thoughts would star Simon.

On Wednesday when I got home I stripped and turned on the porn as was now becoming usual. Twice during the evening I beat off to a particularly hot scene where a guy was sucking cock expertly and eventually took a load in the face. I liked that sort of scene, and in the old days used to like either giving or receiving a facial, although I didn't do it all that often. If you've only got a couple of hours with a guy you tend not to get involved in too much of what you might like to happen, you just go with the flow. I also enjoyed the sucking and swallowing so it all worked for me.

When I went to bed I still had the scene in my head. I thought about going for the hat-trick, but I was too tired to worry about it, and I wasn't fully hard so I figured the edge had been taken off my sexual frustration. I turned out to be wrong.

~I felt the bed shift as Simon edged in beside me, and rolled over to face him, finding myself caught in his deep brown eyes. My arms went out to pull him close to me but he gave a grin and slid down the bed out of my grasp. My eyes stayed on his, and even as he descended further he kept our gazes locked, and I knew he could see my desire as much as I could see his. He slid his face across my taught stomach, making me groan as I felt his tongue flick across my skin. He stopped at my belly button and swirled his tongue around inside, as if he was french kissing it. I just lay there, letting him tease me as my pleasure built. His mouth went past my cock without touching it, even though it was erect and practically begging for attention. His eyes shifted to take in the view of it for a moment before he looked back at me with an amused grin.

His focus then went to my crotch. His long hair fell around me and I could feel it tickling my legs and it hid him from my view. I couldn't see exactly what he did, but I could feel him licking and nuzzling my balls. He treated them in turn to being sucked into his hot mouth and his hand went to hold the other so it didn't feel neglected. My cock did, but not for long. His lips came away from me and his tongue slowly licked up the length of my shaft, making me moan in pleasure even before he reached the head and gently lapped up the precum that was forming there. His gentle kitten licks were driving me wild but were not enough and as as though he sensed that he suddenly dived down, taking half of me into his mouth. The heat was intense and the movement of his tongue and lips, soon added to by his hand jacking off the lower portion of my dick had me writhing and moaning in pleasure. 

I was panting in short breaths, trying not to get carried away too quickly, but no amount of time was going to be long enough for my liking. If I could have Simon permanently sucking my cock I thought I would. He seemed to be enjoying himself too, and I felt his moans around me as he played with me. Soon it was too much, and nothing I could do could stop it. I gasped loudly as I felt my body tense, and suddenly there was cool air around my dick and I was shooting hard into the air. My eyes were closed but I knew what I would see when I opened them. Despite only having just shot, my cock started twitching when I saw the sight of Simon covered in my cum and licking his lips as he smiled at me.~

I groaned. I could feel the sticky wetness around me and just as I was hoping that Simon would clean me up I realised I had been dreaming. The effect on my body though was not my imagination. I was lying in sweaty and cum-stained sheets, breathing hard as I recovered from an intense wet dream. In fact probably the best one I had ever had, but then it had been a lot of years since that last happened. I groaned again, less with pleasure, when I realised that now Simon was even invading my sleep. It didn't matter what I tried, I wasn't going to get over this infatuation easily. 

On Thursday I was distracted and Simon noticed. I tried explaining I hadn't had much sleep, and he seemed to believe me. It was kind of true, it certainly hadn't been a restful sleep. In reality, I couldn't look at him without remembering my dream, and having the star of my fantasy right in front of me all day was driving me crazy. I rang Carl at lunchtime to try and get some moral support.

'Help bruv, I'm going mad here.'

'Just talk to him. Start some subtle conversation so you can sound him out and then tell him you're gay. The worst that can happen is he isn't, but at least you will know. I can't help other than that, it's not like I'm psychic, is it Greg?'

'What if he freaks out and doesn't want to talk to me?'

I heard a deep sigh on the other end of the phone. 'He'll still have to work with you, but you'll know. Most people don't mind even if it's not their bag. Anyway, you can find out if he's a homophobe first, don't just blurt it out.'

'I'm not sure I'm going to be able to.'

I heard an even deeper sigh as Carl despaired of me. 'Fine. Friday night we are going out clubbing. You, me and the missus. We'll go to the gay bar and you can try looking for some eye candy and get him out of your mind for five minutes. But there is only so much I can do to help. You have to find out if you stand any chance, or you'll never get over this.'

'I know.' I said as I ended the call. A night of dancing might at least get my mind off things temporarily, but it wasn't going to sort out what I was going to do. Still, only a day and a half of pleasurable torment to go.

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Simon

My weekend passed by too quickly. I was even more nervous about the coming Monday than I had been about the first day at work, and I hadn't believed that would be possible. Before I knew for a fact that Greg was gorgeous, amazing and pushed all my buttons I could just hope that work was not going to be difficult, but now I knew there was no chance. And after a week of having to keep control, I had weeks to come when I was going to be even closer to him, and alone with him, and have to talk work without sitting there and drooling. And I had no idea how I was going to do it. 

Mark and Charlie tried to encourage me to talk to him this week. Obviously not tell him how I felt, but at least get a feel for if he would freak out if I told him I was gay. I guessed that over the next few weeks I would have plenty of time to sound him out, assuming I didn't just make an arse of myself first. I was scared to know though, it would shatter all my illusions, and those little thoughts that crept into my mind when I was alone. Visions of being held by him, kissing him, waking up with him after a night of rampant, passionate sex. I wanted that even if it made me feel guilty and probably made things worse. Wasn't it better not to know for sure that I could never have it for real? 

On Monday morning I arrived at work with trepidation, and swallowed hard when I saw the project room I was going to have to share with him for the next few weeks. Any time I looked up I would be able to see him, but I wasn't going to be able to stare, and I didn't know if I would manage that. At least I had a bit of physical space from him because our desks were between us. All the times I'd let myself imagine us being alone together we weren't working either, although we did end up out of breath.

I surprised myself though, because once I had work to concentrate on I managed to get it done and it helped me deal with his presence. I still felt my body tingle when he came near me, and the one time he leaned alongside me to look at what I was doing and then spoke so near to my ear that I felt the warmth of his breath I damn nearly moaned aloud. But I did the work and chatted to him on and off without getting tongue-tied. He had a dry sense of humour and I loved making him smile and laugh. I had the urge to try some of my more risque jokes, but it seemed like a bad idea when I was still sounding him out. He could be some major prude, although in my head he was open to anything I suggested. I even managed, at least while we were in the office, to keep those sort of thoughts out of my head. Well, most of the time.

Thursday was a little odd. I thought we were getting along fine, but he was very quiet that day, and almost looked embarrassed when he spoke to me in the morning. A slight blush in his cheeks made him look even cuter than usual, and because he kept his head down most of the morning I did check him out more than I had been doing. Perhaps he was tired as he said, but he seemed down all day, if a little better in the afternoon. I had the urge to give him a hug to try and cheer him up but figured that would be a very bad idea and totally inappropriate in the office.

By the time Friday came round Greg was back to normal, and we were both looking forward to the weekend. Better than that, we had a bank holiday, so three days of free time beckoned, and I had nothing to do apart from the final bits of unpacking. I nearly had my home set up as I wanted and it felt like mine. After I'd found out about Ken and Pete I couldn't bear to be at home for long, and it seemed like months since I had had space I truly felt at home in. I was loving my new life and my friends. Mark and Charlie I saw almost every day, keeping them updated on my progress, or rather lack of it, with Greg, and we were planning to make a regular thing of our nights out clubbing. The one thing missing in my place was someone to share it with, and for the moment I knew that only one person was going to fill that space adequately and I didn't want to contemplate that yet again. 




A New Life Ch. 02



'So what are you up to this weekend?' Greg asked, startling me slightly as it had been quiet for a while and I was concentrating on the work on screen.

I thought for a moment before answering, deciding to keep it vague. 'I'm going for a few drinks tonight with my neighbours. Aside from that I think it's going to be the last of the unpacking and just a bit of chilling out.'

'I'm out tonight with my brother and his wife. Maybe I'll bump into you somewhere,' he said. I thought that was pretty unlikely, knowing where I would be. 'They've got a babysitter for once so they want to make the most of it.'

'So have you got nieces or nephews?' I asked.

'One nephew. Owen is three, and he loves his uncle. Probably because I spoil him rotten!'

I laughed. It was nice that Greg opened up to me about his family. Maybe soon he'd open up about some exes and I'd have the answer to what I needed to know, even if I might not want to hear it. 

By the end of the day I was really looking forward to my night out, and better than that, after a week of close quarters with Greg I was a load more comfortable around him. As I got ready to go out, picking clothes to show off my best features, I still couldn't get him off my mind though, and if I had my way I would be dressing to impress him. My dream version of Greg would like the sight of my arse in these tight trousers. I smiled at the thought. 

* * * * * * * 

Greg

As I glanced around the club I was struck by the heady smell of sweaty men and the sexual tension. Actually, that was probably just me, because much as I tried to avoid it I was permanently horny at the moment. The only way I could seem to get release was to think about Simon, and I was trying really hard not to let that happen. Hard was of course the operative word. I'd even had to buy some new clothes for work so I had some roomier trousers. 

I looked around again, not really concentrating, but my eyes stopped moving suddenly when my attention was drawn to a man crossing the room. It was just the back of him, but I noted with interest the line of his trousers where they cupped his arse, and the long hair in waves that fell between his shoulder blades. I reckoned Simon's hair would look like that if he let it down. I kept imagining that long hair falling around me as he lay on top of me while we kissed and ran our hands over each other. Typical, I come out to try and get my mind off things and the only person here that gets my attention reminds me of Simon.

Simon. Beautiful Simon with the chocolate eyes who has absolutely no idea what he does to my mind and body. Beautiful Simon who was... no, it couldn't be. I blinked hard to make sure I wasn't imagining this, but opening my eyes again saw the same thing. Simon, sat on the other side of the club talking to two guys and laughing and joking like they were old friends. The guy walking across the room had been Simon. Now I could see his face, his smile, the tightness of that top across his chest, the flowing locks of hair. I groaned, so loud that I got my brother's attention immediately.

'What's up?' he asked.

'Simon.' I replied. 

I saw him roll his eyes in a gesture of desperation. 'I thought this whole exercise was about you trying to forget your obsession with Simon for just one night.'

'It was. But he's here.'

Carl just grinned. 'Excellent. Go make your move bruv.'

I could imagine the look of panic on my face just then. 'I can't.'

Carl's eyes rolled back again. 'Oh for goodness sake. Greg, he's in a gay club. Doesn't that answer at least part of what you are agonising about? How many straight guys hang out here?'

'You for one.'

He managed to look even more exasperated with me before he spoke. 'With my wife, Greg, not by myself. Trust me, single straight men do not hang out here and look comfortable with it.' He looked over at where my attention had been previously. 'Or deal calmly with some guy trying to chat them up.'

My head snapped back so I could look across the room. He was right, a tall blond guy was chatting to my Simon. I felt the jealousy curl in my stomach and it actually didn't surprise me. I was surprised when he moved away and I exhaled with relief and realised I had been holding my breath through their conversation.

'Greg, either you head over there and talk to him, or I will. Just say hi. Even if your paranoid brain is right and he isn't gay he clearly has no problem with it.'

I sat frozen to the spot, wondering what on earth I could say to Simon if I could manage to make my way over there. Wouldn't I just end up making my lust for him really obvious? I couldn't seem to move my legs anyway, and across the club seemed a million miles away. From over here at least I couldn't see into those eyes that made me hard and want to melt at the same time. Movement beside me brought me back to reality just as Carl headed past me. I tried to grab at his arm but he was already too far away, and he just turned and grinned at me. 'You had your chance,' he said as he made a beeline for Simon. Oh God, I thought I was going to have some kind of heart attack.

* * * * * * * 

Simon

I was chatting to Charlie and having a good laugh with him and Mark until their attention was diverted by another man at the side of our table. This must be about the third guy to come by in the last 30 minutes. At least they had taken the hint that I wasn't interested pretty quickly. The last one, a tall blond, had been cute, but he wasn't a patch on Greg and I wasn't here looking for a quick fumble. I'd almost decided to ignore this one totally and hope he would just head off when he cleared his throat and said my name.

'Simon?' he enquired.

I couldn't help but turn to look at him then. He had dark hair and brown eyes and looked kind of familiar, but I had no idea where from. I hadn't had any random sex for many years, or in this town, so at least I could be fairly sure I hadn't slept with him. Always embarrassing when some previous one nighter remembers you and you don't have a clue.

I must have looked very confused when I replied. 'Yes. Do I know you?'

He smiled at me and it made him look more familiar but I still couldn't place him. He sat down though, so I had to move up closer to Charlie to make some room. Both Charlie and Mark were trying to pretend they weren't listening although I had no doubt not a word would escape them.

'No, you don't. But you do know my brother Greg.'

My mind flashed to an image of Greg and there was suddenly no doubt in my mind why this guy looked familiar. But why on earth was he talking to me or even in here, and how could he possibly know who I was even if I knew Greg. Most of this train of thought probably showed on my face because thankfully he started to explain.

'I'm not trying to crack on to you, promise. It's just Greg is a wuss, and panicked when he saw you here. He's not out at work and he's never seen a colleague in a gay bar before. I don't know what he thinks will happen, but I want him to have a good night out and figured the best way was to make sure you knew he was about and he knew you weren't going to freak out on him.'

Freak out was just what I wanted to do right then. Greg was gay, and in the same bar as me right now, plus he was having some bizarre crisis at seeing me. That couldn't be a good thing. 

'You can reassure him I'm not going to out him to the firm, so long as he promises not to do it to me either. I totally understand not wanting to let everyone know that I'm gay. But if he comes here he's highly likely to see me again, so he'd better get over whatever problem he has with that.' I said with a hint of bitterness in my voice. 'I'm quite happy to avoid him as far as possible if that helps.'

He sounded a little panicked himself when he replied to that. 'No, god, I really think he'd like to talk to you, here or anywhere. He just got his knickers in a twist about the work thing. He's normally really confident and well-adjusted but you seem to have thrown him completely. In fact, if you don't mind, it might really help him relax if you did come talk to him, if your friends don't mind losing you for a little while.'

I was correct in thinking that Mark and Charlie had heard every word, because they instantly said they didn't. My brain was too busy trying to work out any hidden meaning in everything that had been said. I threw him completely? In a good way? Or did he have some problem or issue with me? I couldn't help thinking it would be very difficult to go and talk to the man of my dreams when he didn't have the guts to talk to me and sent his brother over to tell me he was having a crisis at my mere presence. I hadn't even noticed him here. 

'I might head over in a bit. I just haven't been out with these guys for a while and we have loads to talk about.'

He nodded and stood up, shaking my hand before he went. 'I hope I haven't made Greg out to be some complete idiot. Although to be fair he probably is when it comes to you.' 

He winked at me at the end of his sentence and left me looking dumbfounded. I managed to pay attention to where he went and caught sight of Greg finally, who was giving the impression of listening very intently to a woman even though it was obvious he was very aware of where his brother was and probably was barely hearing her speak. I turned back to Mark and Charlie with my mouth still hanging open. They just looked back at me expectantly.

'What are you waiting for?' asked Mark. 'The man of your dreams is just over there and his brother practically told you you're on a sure thing. Go!'

'You heard that I'm onto a sure thing? I heard that Greg can't bear to be in the same room as me.'

Charlie piped up then. 'Did you not see that wink? He made it very clear his brother is playing for our team and that he wants to at least talk to you. He's just a bit of a pussy about doing it.'

I pulled my grumpy face. 'So why do I have to make the move then? If he wants to talk to me he can come here. I'll see him at work anyway.'

The others exchanged a glance. 'You're going to pass up a prime opportunity to talk to him outside the office despite what you think about him?'

'Yes. Because now I know he's gay it's going to be even harder to find out he isn't into me. It's better not to know.'

* * * * * * *



A New Life Ch. 02



The next few days I spent packing and repacking. I would need to watch what I packed as I was taking a plain to meet Sara and Tom. Most if not all my toys would either need to be mailed or stay behind. I had packed five suit cases all of them filled with female clothing and shoes. My carry on was packed with my male clothing. I figured it can't hurt to have a few changes of clothing in case something came up. I picked through my make up to get a travel set put together. When finally I had gotten my bags packed to a point that I was happy, I went through my toys.

I had decided to mail a small box with several toys in it to Sara. In the end, I had picked 10 different plugs, 12 dildos and vibrators, and The Spade I had used in the video I sent Sara. I also took one of my jugs on anal lube and put it into the box also. After packing it with tissue paper, pink even!, to get every tight in there, I put on a yellow sun-dress that came down to mid thigh. It had a white flower pattern on it and in the right light, you can see through it. I was hoping my bright red lace boy shorts would be visible a few times at least. I only wore matching bra and panties set, so I expecting lots of looks.

The trip the post office took me twenty minutes in traffic. I put the top down on my red convertible to let my hair blow in the wind. I had recently died it to a red color. At the first stop light I pulled up, I got whistle at from a car load of teenagers. A quiet one in the back kept staring at my breast, I blew him a kiss as I turned away from them. I had decided to wear a "C" cup forms, so I was filling out my dress quite well. It was a pleasant drive over.

I pulled into the post office and got my package sent to Sara's. The lady asked what I was sending, whether it was media or not, I told it was a box of toys with a smirk. She gave me a knowing smile. As I turned to leave, I saw the bulge in the pants of the man behind me, it looked quite delicious. I gave him a knowing wink as he shifted his pants. As I left the post office, I wished there more wind. I wanted my dress to plow up and show off my panties. I paused as opened the my car door to wonder if all women thought this way. I couldn't help thinking of myself as sex crazed slut. 

I woke up the day before I left for Sara and Tom's and wondered what I was going to do today. I had emailed Sara to tell her of the package I had sent and what all was in it. She responded telling me she was happy I thought ahead but when I got there we would go to the toy store together. My little cock was getting hard just thinking about it now. I got out of bed and smoothed the nightie I was wearing. I made my bed and went down to make breakfast. After I ate I went and had a long bath. I love taking a bath with one of my 10in dildos. After my bath, I took a long shower. I love baths but it's basically soaking in your own filth, so a shower afterwards is needed.

Then I rubbed myself down with lotion. I hate dry skin. I love the feel of my legs now that they are smooth. It made me decide to wear something that required panty hoses. Deciding on a black pair of thigh highs, I went with a short jean skirt that came just to the tops of the thigh highs. I put on a pink thong with pretty little white flower on the back. As I went to put on my bra, I looked at the tank top I had picked out, I wished I could go bra less. Once my forms were in and my white tank top was on, I did my make up and hair. Now what was I going to do?

After I looked on a website for sexual encounters and found nothing. I went and called a gentlemen I had met with a few times. His name is Mike. He is 35 and in fairly decent shape. He is married with 3 kids and likes to meet men on the side. He told his wife knows about it and allows it. I have asked him several times since then to invite her but he has yet to do it. I don't mid, his 9 in cock is almost as thick as my arm, I will take him however and whenever I can.

He answers on the third rings. I ask him if he is free at all today and to my surprise he says he was gonna call me today. His wife is out of town and he wanted to meet me, which of course I am more then happy to do. He says he will be at my place in three hours. We hang up and I find my purse.

Now, when he says "my place", he means my apartment across town. It's above an old bakery, I actually own the building. The apartment consist of a cabinet full on sex toys and lube. A closet filled with nothing but lingerie and a bed with resistants build into it. It takes me thirty minutes to get there but I want to be there early to get everything ready. I needed to turn the A/C on find something to wear. So I head out right away and get there with a little over two hours till he gets there. 

I turn on the A/C and check a few things in the fridge. Next I find something to wear. This harder then it seems, I want to be easily accessible but I also want to look stunning. I finally decide on a black lace teddy with red roses down the front of it. It has matching gloves with roses on them also. The garter straps on it on it have roses too, which I attach to the thigh highs I am already wearing. I slip on a thong with roses that match the teddy. Then come the 5 inch black heels with straps that wrap half way up my calf. I adjust my make up ti match the outfit, basically darker shades and a dark red lipstick. The final thing I did was fix my hair so it had a little curl to it..

By the time I am done, there is roughly twenty minutes left so I put on some music and pour myself a glass of wine. I was sipping some wine when the doorbell rang 10 minutes early. I grabbed the see-through waist high robe with it. It finished the look. I walk over the boor slowly, he knows I will answer.

I answer the door and immediately push my tongue into his mouth as my right hand gropes his cock. I push him backwards into the hallway and against a wall as I kiss him harder. My hand works quick to unbutton his pants and embrace his hardening cock. His hands grab onto ass and start caressing me. I pull away from him long enough to get my breath before I start kissing his neck. I kiss a trail down his over his shirt as my hands slide up under his shirt. I hands recent his formed pecks as my mouth reaches its goal. I run my nails down his chest, hearing his sigh as I kiss the top of his lovely cock.

I fall to my knees and embrace his cock within both my hands. I start kissing the tip of it as I slowly massaged it up and down. I can feel the veins along his cock as they roll down my hands. He moans softly as I take the tip into my mouth, pushing the tip of my tongue into the the tip of his penis. I taste a small amount of urine in it as I run my tongue up and down the tip. I stretch my jaw open as I take more into my mouth, grating my teeth along the sides of his delicious cock as it slides farther down my throat. When finally my nose it tickled by his his pubic hair and his balls hit my chins, I pull out and gasp for breath. I look up at his face as I wet a finger and reach through his legs to slide it into his tight ass. He moans as I wiggle it slowly into his eager hole. I pull it back out and suck it clean in my mouth, tasting the last residues of his enema and ass juices.

I stand up and lean over the railing and push my waiting ass out towards him. He comments on my lovely outfit as he pushes my thong to the side. I moan to him how I want his huge cock deep in my sissy ass. He pushes his cock against my waiting hole, as I push back against his huge cock. He pulls back laughing at me and calling my a slut. I beg him to fuck me and quick as drool runs down my lips. He laughs more as he pushes the head in slowly before pulling back. I can barely handle it anymore, my ass it pulsating as he pushes against it again. 

He pulls back again. Just when I started to moan he shoved it in in one quick push. I screamed as I felt his body slam against my ass. My mind went numb for a moment and my mouth let out a ton of drool as he pulled back and hit me again. His cock stretched my hole out farther then I had stretched it since I made the video for Sara. His slamming his lovely cock into me had me leaning over the 2nd story railing at the waist. My screams were screams of ecstasy and joy. He pulled my hair back hard as he thrust into me. My body was going numb as I came into my panties. If Mike noticed, he just kept thrusting into me like a wild man. He kept calling me a dirty slut and pathetic fuck toy for anyone with a cock. All so true.

Finally after 15-20 minutes of his brutal fucking, he said he was gonna cum. I was able to tell him that I wanted in my mouth in between moaning. He pulled out suddenly, leaving my ass feeling so empty and in need of filling. I quickly turned and dropped to my knees, taking his cock into my mouth in one quick swallow. I tasted my ass juices mixed with his precum as I started move my head up and down his cock. Less then a minute after I start, I felt an explosion of semen in the back of my throat. I felt his hands grab the back of my head and push me all the way down, holding my head in place.

I swallowed and swallowed semen as it pushed down my throat. I barely tasted it as he pumped it down into my stomach. When I thought I was gonna pass out, he pulled his cock out, trailing a line of cum from his cock to my mouth. I gasped from air as I pushed the last bit of cum back down my throat. I grabbed his cock and licked the sides clean till I had every bit of cum and juices off his huge member. He fell back against the wall exhausted. I looked up from his cock, "Don't pass out on me just yet, we have all night to suck and fuck!"



A New Life Ch. 02



Ashley and I returned to bed and crawled under the sheet. Our bodies gently touched and we held hands. I was the first to speak.

"When we first met, I was almost speechless. Your natural beauty and personality just overwhelmed me. You were so far out of my league, I could never dream that a night like we had would be possible. Now be honest-do I have any chance with you?" 

She paused to collect her thoughts.

"I'm very confused. For the last three years, I've been afraid of entering another relationship. I was so burned by the guy I married that it turned me off to all men. I became jaded and cynical." She paused again, seeming to struggle for words. 

"I think I became a person I never wanted to be. I learned to use men like I was used-to get what I wanted. I used my sex appeal and flirting to get men to buy houses. I made them feel important and attractive in order to earn commissions. I was really selling myself, in a way, but it was never physical." She smiled and said, "You're the first client that managed to get into my panties. I'm not really sure how that happened except that I feel a strong attraction to you. I've no idea how our relationship is going to evolve but I know it must be based on honesty and respect for each other." 

I responded, "I have to plead guilty to using you also. I knew you were flirting with me and using your enticing beauty to influence my decisions. But I wanted to see how far I could get with you. It had been over a year since I had sex with a woman. I apologize if I took advantage of you." 

"I really, deep down inside me, wanted you Jim. I was probably too forward and flirted too much. We Southern girls are usually more reserved. But I've been thinking about you ever since we met. You're very handsome, a good conversationalist, considerate, funny and very different from other men. I turned toward her and caressed my hand up and down her side and hips while we continued to talk for the next ten minutes about our feelings. 

Then I changed the subject. 

"Ashley, I hate to bring up business at a time like this but I'm really interested in house number six. Do you think that's the best one out there at this point?" 

She smiled and quickly switched to business.

"Of the houses I've seen in that price range, number six is clearly the best value. I don't think you can go wrong with it, either to live there or as an investment." 

"Do you like it enough to live in it?"

She was surprised and hesitated. After a moment, she asked, "Are you saying that you think we have a long future together, that maybe you are falling in love with me?" 

"I am saying that is a distinct possibility. I've never met anyone like you, ever."

"Jim, I don't know what I think. This has happened so fast and was so unexpected. I know that, sexually, I am very attracted to you. You're amazing in bed. How much more is out there that we've not yet shared? Will you mentally abuse me and ignore me like my husband did when you get tired of me. Will you be totally committed to me or sleep around with every little pretty thing that comes along, like my husband did? There's just so much that we need to learn about each other."

I responded, "OK, I understand. Maybe we can take it slower and concentrate on learning about each other, rather than the sex."

Ashley replied, "Well, the sex is good so we can do both, I think." The sly smile spoke volumes. 

My caress expanded to include her breast and nipples which were hardening with my touch. She leaned forward and we kissed, slowly and tenderly. I slid my hand up and over her breast. Ashley clasped my arm, put her leg over mine and rolled on top of me, pinning me to the mattress while her pussy wrapped its folds around my strengthening cock. Her hands were on my shoulders and she stared down into my eyes as she again rubbed her clit up and down my shaft. I reached for her breasts and supported them with my hands as she moved. 

When Ashley's pussy reached the end of my cock, she took her left hand and reached down between us, carefully taking my erection and leading it to her opening. Ashley slowly slid down as my penis entered her ready vagina. It seemed to go in much easier than before and there were only a few stops and starts as she adjusted to its size. Once I was fully embedded, she sat upright and slowly moved up and down on the shaft. Her eyes had a vacant look and her breathing rapidly increased. She leaned forward with her hands on my chest as she began bouncing up and down-fully seating my cock on each bounce. I reach under to her clit and let my finger rub against it as she bounced. Her face was flushed.

Ashley's orgasm began and I heard a sudden deep gasp. Her fingers dug into my chest and she suddenly stopped bouncing-letting her vagina grab my entire cock in an amazing hug. Her muscles clenched, her eyes closed and she moaned loudly. The climax lasted and lasted as she rocked back and forth on my cock. With her alternating between clenching and releasing my shaft in her vagina, I erupted and shot stream after stream of sperm deep inside her. Ashley could feel it hit and she groaned with pleasure as perspiration trickled down her chest. Ashley relaxed and sat there, quietly, as her composure slowly returned. She looked down and smiled. "Your cock should be in a museum. When I kill you, I think I'll cut it off and send it to the Smithsonian." 

"Oh good. Maybe they can display it next to the dinosaur that had one similar to mine." 

"Right." 

She then changed the subject.

"Let's take a shower. I really should head to the office for at least a few hours." 

"Speaking of your office, I do want to make an offer on house number six. That fireplace in the kitchen and the walnut floors sold me." She walked to the shower and turned on the water. 

"So what are you willing to pay?"

"I'm willing to pay the asking price. However, I want to see how well you negotiate and I want to make it worth your effort."

"Oh, what do you have in mind?"

"I have a challenge for you-one that you cannot lose. I'll give you half of any reduction you can negotiate on my behalf. For example, if you can buy it for $100,000 less than asking, you'll get a bonus from me of $50,000 in cash. How does that sound?" 

Her eyes expressed total shock. "Why would you do that?" 

"Because I think you'll earn it with your negotiating skills and that it's a fair deal for me to offer you." 

"Is this your way of paying me for sex or because you feel sorry for me? If so, we're finished right now. You can find another agent to close your deal." She angrily pulled away from me. 

"Ashley, I would never do that. I have too much respect for you." I reached for her and wrapped my arms around her. 

She relaxed, snuggled into my chest and whispered, "I apologize. I'm thinking of you like I did my asshole husband. He used to leave money on the dresser for me after we had sex. He made me feel like a whore. Although times have been tough since I left him, I have never whored myself to anyone and never will." 

"All I'm doing, Ashley, is giving you a much deserved bonus for negotiating a great deal on my behalf. I do this all the time in the business world. When the investment bankers secured a much higher than expected price for my business, I paid them a bonus. They're certainly weren't whores, although many people thought of them that way." 

After thinking about it for a few seconds, she said, "OK, it's a deal. I have absolutely nothing to lose. I think it's ethically OK for me to accept a performance bonus." She held out her hand and we shook to seal the agreement. Her bare breasts quivered as we shook. She smiled and said, "Let's take a shower. I have to get to work." 

While we dressed, I told her that I would get a car and do some shopping for dinner. I noticed that she had lots of salad in the fridge but not much meat like I wanted. 

"There's a Whole Foods store over on Roswell Road that sells wonderful meats and fish. It is called Harry's Farmers' Market. They'll have anything you want. I'm going to head to the office and research the history on your house. Maybe that will give me an edge when I call the other realtor and make an offer. Do you want me to pass each offer and counter offer on to you prior to final agreement or do you want me to handle it all?" 

"I want you to handle everything and surprise me tonight with the details." She smiled from ear to ear. 

"I'll make you proud of me." 

"I already am, Ashley. Now go get them, girl. Kick their butts." 

She made a wild animal growl sound as she walked out the door. 

I needed some cash from the bank because I sensed a big payout to Ashley was coming soon. I looked up the BOA contact information on my iPhone and called the number. "Hi, I need to speak to Mr. Arnold." In just a moment, he came on the line.

"Hi, David Arnold speaking." 

"Good morning, Mr. Arnold. My name is Jim Munson. Mr. Lewis asked me to call you when I needed to withdraw a significant amount of cash." 

"Good morning, Mr. Munson. What's your account number?"

I gave him the number and he asked, "Can you hold the line for just a moment?" 

"Sure." I knew he was quickly checking the records. In just a minute, he came back on.

"I'm sorry for the hold. How can I help you?" 

"I need to withdraw $100,000 this afternoon and have it delivered to the Westin Hotel Downtown. It can all be in hundreds. Can you make that happen by 3:00pm?" 

"Absolutely. No problem at all. Mr. Thomas Clark, who's an officer in our bank, will deliver the cash and a plain-clothes security officer will accompany him. They will be there as close to 3:00pm as possible." 

"Thank you, sir. I really appreciate the fast service." 

"You're certainly welcome. Just call me anytime." 

After we disconnected, I called the local BMW dealer and asked for sales. 

"Hello, new car sales. How can I direct your call?" 

"Hi, I'm new in town and would like to purchase a car. I'm currently staying with a friend in Buckhead and need a lift to your dealership. Can you send someone over?" 

"Right away, sir. We have a driver who can come now and will be there in about 20 minutes. Would that be OK?" 

"That'll be fine. Thanks." 

The driver arrived and we returned to the dealership. He told me that Tyler Briggs, the new car sales manager, would meet me in the showroom lobby.

"Mr. Munson, so glad to see you. Welcome to Atlanta." 

"Thanks Tyler, please call me Jim. I'm moving to Marietta shortly and want to purchase a 535i if you have one in stock." 

"That's great, Jim. We have several here. Are there any special features or color preferences?" 

"I like that silvery blue color you offer and I want the premium sound system."

"Let me have one pulled around for you and we'll take it for a test drive." 

In just a few minutes, a still dripping wet 535i like I wanted was delivered. After a quick walk-around, I slid behind the wheel and Tyler rode shotgun. It was a fun ride. The car was super quick and handled beautifully. I especially liked the acceleration as we entered the expressway. Its takeoff threw my head back and the engine sound was pure excitement. I was sold. 

"Tyler, I'll take it. Let's do the paperwork on it while your team preps it for me to drive away. I am sure you'll give me a $2000 discount, right?" 

"I think we can do that, Jim. Do you believe you can get the financing approved that quickly?" 

"I think so. A call by you to Bank of America should be enough. I'll give you the contact information and they can fax their commitment to you in just a few minutes." 

And it happened just that fast. Within an hour, I left the dealership driving my dream car. 

Since it was only 11:00am, I decided to call Ashley and see if we could meet for lunch. She said she could take a quick lunch and would meet me at Canoe.

"It's a lovely restaurant, also on the river, that has great seafood and salads." 

"You going to have unsweetened ice tea and a Cobb salad again?" 

"I think I'm going to need extra energy tonight so I'll go for something more substantial this time."

Ashley was right. Canoe was in a beautiful setting along the river and valet parking made it really easy to arrive and depart. I arrived first and my new car was taken away as I walked to the door. In just a few minutes, Ashley arrived. The receptionist again acknowledged Ashley like a long lost friend and escorted us to a river view table. This time, we sat opposite each other and enjoyed talking about the river and what a great menu Canoe offered. She ordered a crab cake sandwich and unsweetened ice tea (duh) and I ordered the Panko crusted George's Bank cod and sweet tea. She smiled. 

"What are you smiling at?" 

"It don't take long for you damn Yankees to start drinking sweet tea when y'all come down here." 

"I have to keep my energy up for tonight." She gently kicked my leg under the table but it still hurt. Those high-heel pointed toe shoes were dangerous. 

Two attractive women at a table across from us noticed the kick but glanced away quickly when I looked in their direction. 

The drinks and food arrived shortly. We continue to talk about nothing really but it was obvious that we were enjoying it. Ashley laughed freely and often. I didn't mention the car. That would be my own surprise tonight. We whispered a few sexually charged comments and I then felt her shoeless toes working their way up my trouser leg. She smiled and I smiled. And the two ladies across from us smiled. When I glanced their way, one of them winked at me. I smiled again. I love the ladies of Atlanta. 

I asked Ashley about the house but she said she would give me the details tonight. 

"You do trust me, don't you?" 

"Sure, but I was just wondering." 

"Just be patient and let me handle everything, OK?" 

After her car was delivered, we kissed and she left quickly. Then my car was delivered and I decided to head back to house number six one more time. 

To my surprise, the reality sign said it was sold. Oh no-surely not. Could someone have beaten me to it? I stopped and called Ashley. 

"Hey lady, I just went by the house and a sold sign is showing. Did we miss out on it?"

"Jim, would you let me handle it? I'll fill you in tonight, just like you wanted me too. OK?" 

I hesitated and then agreed. 

"OK, I'll work on preparing dinner. What time will you be coming home?"

"It'll be between 5:30 and 6:00 depending on traffic."

"Good. I did get a car this morning and am headed to Harry's now. See you tonight." 

"Goodbye Jim." I could hear her laugh before the phone clicked off. So, that meant she did the deal. I was very relieved. 

Harry's was very busy and, like Ashley said, they had top quality meats and seafood. I stocked up on filet mignon, rib eyes, lamb chops and pork filets. The fresh fish still seemed like they could be alive. I bought two trout and one red snapper. The bread and cheese offerings were fantastic. Some of the bread was still warm so I bought two loaves and several types of cheese. The vegetable and fruit selection was amazing. They even posted where each product was grown and I loaded up. Just $425 to settle the bill and I was off and running back to Ashley's place to drop it off. It was already 2:30 so I still had just enough time to get to the Westin. 

Only a few minutes after I arrived in the room, a call came from the front desk. "A Mr. Clark is here to see you Mr. Munson." 

"Thanks, I will be right down." As I arrived at the front desk, I saw the two men I expected over near the lobby fountain. 

"Are you Mr. Clark?" I asked. 

"Yes, are you Jim Munson?" 

"I am." 

"Great. This is Mr. Buckley with our security division. We'll need to see your ID."

"Of course." I pulled my driver's license out and showed it to them.

"Thanks. Here's the currency you requested. I need you to sign this receipt. You're more than welcome to recheck our count but I suggest that it not be done here." 

"No need for that. I appreciate you coming downtown to deliver this." 

"Our pleasure, Mr. Munson. We appreciate your business." We shook hands and they departed through the front door. I returned to my room and packed clothing for another night at Ashley's. On the way out, I stopped at the front desk and told the reservation clerk that I'd be away again that evening. 

The drive back to Ashley's was fun. I took the long way home going up the Interstate all the way to Kennesaw, which is about 25 miles, and then back down to Buckhead. I loved this car. It handled as well as any car I had owned and the sound system was superb. I felt like I was on the stage with U2. 

After arriving at her townhouse, I set to work on dinner. The final menu plan included grilled trout filets on a bed of wild rice, white asparagus, oven baked rolls and a fresh garden salad with Parmesan cheese. For dessert, I prepared a fresh fruit salad with a dark chocolate sauce. Our wine was a New Zealand sauvignon blanc named Cloudy Bay. 

Ashley arrived at 5:45 and I met her at the door with a glass of wine. 

"My god. The house smells wonderful. Did you bake bread?" 

"Just for you, dear lady." She threw her arms around my neck and we kissed. 

"I could get used to having a man around if he can cook." 

"Well it's not a complicated menu but I think you'll like it." We walked to the kitchen and continued talking while I prepared the asparagus. The fruit salad was ready and she picked out a large strawberry that lay on top and bit it in half. 

"This berry is fantastic!" 

"Just wait till I add the dark chocolate sauce to it." 

"Ho, ho, ho. You know the secret to my heart. I could kill for dark chocolate on fruit." 

She asked to be excused as she headed for the bedroom to change and freshen up. I was wondering when she would break the news to me about the house but decided to let her choose the time and place. 

I could hear the shower running as I placed the dishes on the table and lit the two candles I'd found. Only when I knew she was ready did I begin grilling the trout. Fish only takes three or four minutes to grill and must be served hot. 

She emerged from the bedroom in a lovely dark blue dress with simple gold jewelry. Ashley was a radiant young lady and this dress showed her assets; her blond hair on that shade of blue was just over the top. 

"You're beautiful." She smiled and twirled around to show me all sides. 

"And," I added, "you're just in time." I plated the rice and trout filets then added the veggies before carrying both plates to the table. I pulled out the chair for Ashley and asked her to be seated. I returned to the kitchen and brought the salads and wine. 

Our toast was to the future and our relationship. 

"So how was your day, Jim?"

"Actually, it turned out to be busier than I thought it would. I went to the BMW dealer and tossed around your name quite a bit. They gave me a new 535i that's now parked outside. It's amazing how much pull you have with them."

"What?"

"You didn't see it?"

"Yes, but I thought it belonged to one of the neighbor's visitors just using one of my spots. So that's your car? I thought you were going to get a rental."

"What do you think about it?" 

"She's beautiful. And I bet she flies." 

"She does. I was thinking about driving her and you to the mountains this weekend."

"I would love that. I've not been into the Georgia mountains in quite some time. It's so pretty and serene there."

The dinner was delicious and we enjoyed the lively give and take discussion about my day shopping. She really liked my cooking. 

"So tell me about your day, Ashley."

"Oh, I almost forgot. You now own a house. As always, I made a good deal for you. You can thank me later." I smiled. 

"We got lucky. When I looked up the records on that property and cross-checked the names with Lexus Nexus, I learned that the owner was out on bail on fraud charges. He was trying to dump the house to raise money for his defense. They were in a desperate situation and the house had been sitting there for a while. The right buyer had just not come along." 




A New Life Ch. 02



"Now that's interesting." 

"Yes. I also learned that he owed the bank $642,000 on the house. I called the bank since I know a guy who works there. He looked up the house in their records and said they had sent a foreclosure notice to the owner just a couple of weeks ago. Isn't that interesting?"

"Sure is."

"So I offered them $900,000 for it. After a couple of hours of haggling and yelling back and forth with their agent, I was able to buy it for $975,000 and it comes with a five year homeowners' warranty and with a guarantee that you can occupy it within the next 30 days. They're also leaving all the appliances and fixtures with the house and you have a beautiful new pool table down in the play room that we saw."

"You really did it!" 

"I told you I'd make you proud of me."

"And I told you that I already am." She smiled and took my hand, leaned over and we kissed. 

"I'll need a check from you for $10,000 earnest deposit and I committed that you would pay 20% down and secure financing within 30 days. Is that OK? "

"That's fine. I'll need to make a call to the bank and get the paperwork going. Do you have a lawyer to handle the closing?"

"Yes, we often use one particular real estate lawyer and I'll set that up." 

"So, Ashley, let's see how the math works. The asking price was $1.2 million and you got it for $225,000 less than that. So I owe you a bonus of $112,500."

"That's right." Her face beamed with pride. "But if you don't have that much, I'll consider loaning it to you for 8% interest and keep you imprisoned here for collateral." 

"Hold on, I'll be right back." I walked to the bedroom and pulled the briefcase from the closet and brought it to the table as she just stared at me. 

"Open this and start counting." Her eyes almost exploded when the case opened. There were 10 bundles of $10,000 each in used $100 bills. 

"I'll get the rest for you when we close on the house. OK?" She was in total shock and sat there shaking with tears in her eyes. Finally, she spoke.

"Jim, this is scary. Where did you get this much cash?"

"Now calm down. It's all perfectly legal. The bank delivered it to me this afternoon at the hotel. I can even show you my copy of the receipt." She dabbed her eyes with the napkin.

"I'm sorry for asking. My husband would occasionally come home with massive bundles of cash. He never would tell me how he got it and that really scared me."

I made a mental note of that. 

She continued as tears flowed once more, "I have less than $500 in my bank account. I always live from paycheck to paycheck. Do you realize just how much this is to me? Even though we made a deal and shook hands, I never for a minute thought you would or could give me this much money." She paused again. "Obviously, there's a lot about you that I don't know." 

"Well, I told you that I'd sold a business. But you never asked any follow-up questions so I thought you weren't interested." 

"That was none of my business, Jim. Not until now, anyway." She continued to just stare at the money. 

Finally, I asked, "Would you like some chocolate covered fruit?" That brought her back to the moment. 

"You're joking, of course. Let me help clear the table." 

As we loaded the dishwasher, I asked, "Do you have a safe deposit box where you can keep this cash? The bank will ask a lot of questions if you try to deposit it all at once. In fact, I would recommend that you never deposit more than $3000 in cash at a time just to avoid unwanted scrutiny." 

"No, I'll have to rent one. Can you go with me and be a cosigner on it?" 

"Sure, we can do that tomorrow. You'll probably want to keep out a few thousand for expenses." 

"I almost forgot, about tomorrow-I have to show a young couple around tomorrow afternoon. They're looking for their first house and you know how important that is to them." 

"Absolutely. I'll just hang out here and cook, clean, smell your panties and do your laundry while you earn the big bucks. I could get into being a kept man." She laughed. 

"Hey, kept man. Can I offer you a different kind of dessert before we consume the fruit?" 

Ashley pursed her mouth to keep from smiling. Without another word, she leaned over and opened those luscious lips to inhale my tongue. While our tongues caressed each other, my hands explored the back of her dress to find the zipper. Her back was smooth and warm to my touch. Ashley shivered as I reached her butt cheeks and deftly explored her crevice. 

"Oh that feels naughty but don't quit."

My right hand slid under her left bra cup and eased it up and off her breast in one continuous motion. As I caressed the firm flesh around her areola, the nipple hardened. After lightly squeezing and rubbing it between my thumb and finger, I decided that I really needed to suckle. 

"Come with me you young vixen." 

"Oh, dear sir, I love it when you call me such sweet names." 

We headed to bed, shucking our clothes as we walked. The heat from our body contact and the excitement of what was to come resulted in a firm erection that demanded attention. 

"Ashley, can you straddle my waist and dangle those lovely breasts over my mouth? I really want to suckle those magnificent nipples." She just smiled and quickly moved to do just that. For the next several minutes, I was in my own little world, gently sucking each nipple and listening to the quiet moans of ecstasy from Ashley as I massaged each breast. I could feel the moisture flowing from her vagina as it dripped onto my waist and around my cock. The urge by men to suckle the breasts of women is very strong and must go back to our early childhood days of nursing our mothers. I've also had women tell me that they love to nurse men as it awakens their motherly instincts and creates a very close bonding. I know I love it and so does Ashley. 

After some time passed, I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over to put myself on top. I eased down her body between her legs and raised both into the air. Spreading them opened her vulva and labia for a full frontal attack from my tongue. I loved licking her pussy and lapping up the flow of viscous juice she produced. Ashley's clit was fully erect and I slowly traced circles around it and on it with the tip of my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head and forced my face to fully contact her pussy. I eased my mouth down so that my nose slid easily into her vaginal opening and my tongue could lick her asshole. Ashley's vaginal muscles squeezed around my nose and the fragrance coming from her vagina was just amazing. I could do this for hours. Her orgasm was just beginning to build strength. The really loud moaning began and she sucked in air through her teeth with each deep breath. But I wanted to delay her most powerful climax until I was fully inside her. 

With her feet and legs still in the air, I said, "Ashley, can I work my cock slowly into you from here or do you want a better position?" 

"Oh god, why did you stop? I was just this close to cumming and you stopped! Do you specialize in torturing women, you dirt bag? I should kick your butt." 

I laughed at what I thought was her feigned outrage but she seemed to be really serious so I cowered, expecting something to be thrown. Fortunately, it was only a pillow. 

But the moment was spoiled and I learned a valuable lesson. Just do what comes naturally, don't ever interrupt a woman's orgasm and expect Ashley to correct me when I mess up. Above all, don't think for myself-let her do it for me. 

She glared at me, slid off the bed and went to the bathroom for a towel. All her pussy juices and perspiration needed attention. She came back, kissed me tenderly and said, "Can I have some dark chocolate and fresh fruit now? I'll kill you later." 

We returned to the kitchen. I heated the chocolate and dribbled it generously over the fresh strawberries, pineapple, blueberries and mango. This combination of flavors was truly decadent.

As we sat naked and gorged on the sweet fruit, I asked, "Since tomorrow is Friday and you're out in the afternoon with the young folks, do you have any work commitments for Saturday or Sunday?" 

"Not for sure. I always like to keep open Saturday mornings in case I need to show a house but I use the afternoon and Sunday for shopping or other errands. You mentioned going to the mountains."

"I'd like to drive the car somewhere and give it a good road test."

"I'd also like to spend some time moving you out of the Westin and into here with me. I also need to test drive you!" We both laughed at the comparison. I reached out and squeezed her breast while she slapped at my hand and smiled. 

"But the most important thing tomorrow morning is to rent a safe deposit box at your bank to store the cash. I'll go with you after breakfast and we can make that happen early." 

"Also, I need to get that check from you and give it to the other agent."

"No problem, dear lady." 

"Good. Now can we get back to ravaging each other's bodies? And if you stop again, you'll be on the sofa for at least three days." She did not smile. 

We returned to bed and gradually to our previous positions, her legs and feet reaching for the sky while my long tongue did its best to reach her cervix. I also had one digit buried to the knuckle in her rectum and slowly worked it in and out as I caressed her breast with my other hand. Within minutes, her orgasm erupted and she actually screamed this time. The involuntary twitching and spasms took over her body as I rammed my finger in and out of her ass. Her face and chest turned light red and her skin glistened while her breathing became erratic. The climax raced on and on but slowly subsided as I removed my finger and tongue. 

Ashley finally gasped and whispered, "That was satisfactory." I firmly slapped her bottom.

"Ouch! Why did you spank me?" 

"Satisfactory?" 

"Well, maybe a bit better. But I need a lot more than that."

"Good, what do you have in mind?" 

"How about I get on my hands and knees and you pound that monster in and out of my pussy until you shoot at least a pint of semen so far up my vagina that I can taste it."

Wow, that was specific enough. We both moved to the center of the bed where she raised her ass, which I attacked with my fingers and tongue. Ashley loved having her ass licked and massaged. But I knew I would never get my cock anywhere near her rectum due to its size. So my finger and tongue would have to suffice. 

"Madam, do you mind if I lick your clit a while longer to open your floodgates? It may take a little effort to get junior properly bedded and we'll both need as much lubrication as possible."

"That would seem to be an acceptable plan of action, Mr. Munson. Please proceed." 

Now that the formalities were completed, she laid on her back with my face in the valley of her lovely legs. I began with tiny flicks of my tongue over, on and around her tiny button. Within seconds, her vagina started leaking once more and the involuntary twitches in her legs and stomach picked up speed. I sensed that she was ready so I leaned back while she flipped over and raised her bottom. I knelt behind to position my cock at her entrance. With short but firm strokes, I began feeding her vagina an inch or two at a time. Her soft moans turned into groans and grunts as my cock's steady advance continued. The pressure from her vaginal muscles on my penis was building with each stroke. After several minutes, I could feel that my balls were now slapping her clit and I was fully at home. Her anus was extended outward, showing the pink inner skin of her rectum.

Ashley arched her back and began thrusting her butt to meet my advance on each stroke. We finally found a rhythm and I was able to pick up speed by grabbing her hips and pulling them back with each thrust. 

After a tentative few moments, we really went into pounding mode. Ashley screamed and squirmed as my cock reached the end of her tunnel and then forced her organs out of the way time after time. Her anus was sucking in and out the entire time. The tightness on my penis finally caused a massive explosion of semen deep within her and she cried out as each stream was fired. I had not heard four-letter words uttered by her until now. Ashley achieved a body-shaking, bone-shattering orgasm and she ejaculated wave after wave of fluid that soaked the sheets under us. 

She collapsed on the bed with my cock still deeply embedded. "Don't move, Jim. Please don't move. Let's rest like this for a moment. You can't imagine how great it feels to have you inside me." 

We lay silently with me resting on her ass and my cock fully inside her vagina until my erection eased. I then slowly withdrew and allowed the semen to escape like a dam suddenly ruptured. 

End of Chapter 2



A New Life Ch. 02



It was a couple of weeks before I had the opportunity to meet Howard without others being there, Joan joined me on our Friday night out and despite his eager looks in my direction I could not offer or show any encouragement.

The following weekend my children were away on holiday with their aunty and uncle from their Dad's side of the family, Uncle Harry had picked them up on Friday tea time and they would not return for a week.

Joan and I met up as usual and strolled to the pub, our chat was comfortable and the half pints of beer were refreshing and delicious. Most of the usual regulars were in and were soon to be joined by Howard and his mates who took up a table near ours. Their chat was the usual mix of bawdy and earthy comments about the weekend to come as pints were swiftly consumed and the night went on.

Sometime later one of them overheard Joan talking about how much rest I would be able to catch up on while the children were away, he remarked something about how Betty would be sneaking a man or two in then! Everyone laughed at that, even me! 

While I was at the bar getting more drinks Howard approached on a similar mission, when the barman was away fetching clean glasses he whispered asking me if it was alright to call round later. I smiled and told him that would be nice, but somewhere after eleven o'clock.

Joan and I wandered home at our usual ten o'clock and it was with a shaky and excited hand that I unlocked my door and let myself in. The house was tidy, as it always was, but the hands on my living room clock stubbornly refused to complete their circular journey quickly enough. I had a small glass of sherry, I closed all the curtains, I inspected my attire...the button up dress was on again. 

I tried watching television but gave in to another small glass of sherry, the minute hand on the clock had eventually moved round beyond half past the hour. I paced the room, I inspected the kitchen to make sure there were no unwashed dishes. What the hell did that matter I wondered to myself?

Eventually there was a soft knock on the front door, I almost tripped in my haste to get there. There stood Howard with his lovely mischievous grin, I moved aside to let him in, quickly locking the door.

We kissed softly but with urgent passion, we moved to the living room and fell sprawling on the large sofa. The kisses became deeper, tongues flickered and teased, his hands and fingers found my breasts. He kneaded, shaped and squeezed and then uncovered them. I watched as he once again unbuttoned my dress, this time all six buttons at once, the two halves were parted.

His breath was sharp against my face as he feasted his eyes on my body, large full tits encased in a white lacy bra, dark and thick nipples visible as they protruded through the thin fabric. My lush growth of black pubic hair, like a shadow inside the white panties and my legs eager and open.

My arms were removed from the dress and it lay like a blanket beneath us, he unclipped and removed my bra. His fingers teased and pulled on my sensitive nipples, I held his head as he sucked and nipped making them even harder. His fingertip used the moisture his mouth had left as a lubricant to excite me further.

Urgency was obvious as a hand descended beneath the elastic of my panties, my spread legs a sign of my urgency too. Labia distended, wetness seeping, fingers inside creating more desire, as soon as Howard touched my blood filled clitoris I came, shuddering and begging to be fucked.

He knelt above me, unbuttoning his shirt and removing it. He stood to remove his jeans, removing a package from a pocket first, then underpants, obviously a gentleman in the making his socks came off as well!

The small package was opened in the corner of my eye, my gaze was drawn to the stiff column of cock that would soon be inside me. Howard smiled at me and asked if I was ready as he rolled a condom down his shaft, in answer I reached for it and drew him down.

He sucked on my engorged nipple as he slowly fed the tip of his cock between my swollen and soaking cunt lips. Oh my god it felt good, sparks flew around my mind as he fucked me slowly and gently. My husband had been gentle in making love, now I was aroused by raw passion.

Howard's hands ranged and roved, on my tits and nipples, under my bottom and cupping me as he drove onwards with his stiff young cock. I don't know how many definite orgasms I had, it just felt as if I was coming or on the edge for the whole time.

We kissed constantly, then he pulled his mouth away to tell me he was coming, his thrusts became hard and even deeper, then I knew I was coming too, the spasms in my cunt spreading into my whole body.

We shuddered together as his sweet juices filled the condom, I wrapped my legs around him not wanting the withdrawal of the cock that had made me so happy and satiated. 

Minutes later...reality. Howard's softened cock slipped from me, he giggled and said it was time to get rid of the used condom. I lay legs still spread and my breath ragged, I could not remember directing him to the bathroom but I heard the toilet flush.

He returned to the room, staring and smiling. He said he didn't need to leave just yet, living with his parents had advantages. Could we go to bed? Oh yes! I did say my old alarm clock would be set for five o'clock, I did not want any witnesses to my visitor

We climbed into a bed with blankets and sheets torn back, each naked, each kissing and gently biting the other. Howard was above me, my jet black curly hair spread over the pillow, his hands pinioned my arms wide as he sucked my nipples again.

He said he would show me something new...his tongue slurped and licked gently down my body, he reached my navel and my hands grasped for his head. My cunt was boiling over with expectation as he slowly descended, his fingers spread my lips to expose my clitoris to his gaze and tongue.

Rockets exploded in my head and I convulsed and moaned as his tongue slid over my most sensitive part. His tonguing slowed as he allowed me to calm a little, instinct telling me to trust him as he cupped my still firm buttocks and raised my hips.

He had another condom ready, and rolled it over his glistening shaft.

It slid in easily with the excitement and lubrication of the previous fuck, Howard held my legs high and really gave me a hard fuck this time.

His mouth was on my tits again, my nipples were standing hard and proud.

Then a hand under my bottom, no both hands, lifting me so he can drive deeper and harder, one hand reaching further, a finger sliding into my bum, new, nice, mind exploding, orgasm like never before.

Holding, cuddling, morning blow job before he had to go. Soon I would find out I could not trust him, but my first threesome was to follow.



A New Life Ch. 02



As I wrapped up my shower, I stepped out and saw my outfit for the day. A bright gold latex cat suit. The suit ran from my neck to my feet, which it included six inches heels. My sliver posture collar would go on over the neck of the latex. Being that I was Mistress Michelle's only personal slave I wore gold latex and only a collar. The house slaves, meaning any visitor could use them, wore black latex, cuffs, and a collar. The slaves in training, if there are any at that time, must wear blue or red depending on their level of training, cuffs and a collar.

After dressing and pulling my hair into a pony tail I reported to my office, yes my office. As Miss Michelle's personal slave I run her day to day business. I found it funny that I was doing this for her as I had been part of it so long ago. I looked over her meetings for the day and noticed me or she did not have a meeting for a few hours so I decided to watch a little TV. I kicked my feet up and thought, yes I was part of her business. I dozed as I remembered.

I made my decision at that point, I would stay. I slowly nodded my head as Michelle stated at me and waited for my answer. Michelle smiled and looked at Alexis, "Undress him and bring him down stairs, don't show him anything." Alexis nodded as Michelle walked out. She came to me and told me to strip that I had heard my new Mistress. After striping to my boxers only I followed her down a long hallway to a stairway going deep underground.

She led me to a large wooden door and turned and looked to me as Alexis spoke, "Welcome to the dungeon Chris." With that she swung the doors wide open for me to see and I was in shock and at a loss for words. In the room was just about any type of sexual machine you could think off. All the walls were solid concrete, all but the back wall, it was made of mirrors. In the room there was at least two or three females in black latex. Around the room on five of the machines or tied into chairs was three females and two males all in red cat suits.

Alexis lead me in to a smaller room, there stood Michelle and she had changed clothes. No longer in the latex dresses that she always seem to wear but she was now in black thigh high boots, opera length black gloves and red tight mini dress. I couldn't help but stare as she pulled out a ridding crop and slapped it across my left thigh. I let out a long scream when she yelled, "SLAVES ARE TO BE SLIENT!" She then slapped my right thigh and I keep my mouth shut the best I could. "Good you learn fast." Michelle stated.

Alexis grabbed my arms and moved my body as she told me, "You will need to learn to stand like this." She placed my hand on my thighs my elbows slightly bent, she pushed my stomach in and pulled my chest out and turned my head straight. "You will need stand like this whenever you are in the presence of your Mistress." Alexis smiled and looked to Michelle and she dismissed her with a wave, she left though a curtain that I had not noticed in this smaller room.

Michelle walked around me studying my body. While behind me she pulled out a knife and cut off my boxers, as they hit the floor she tossed them to the side. "You will never need those again. We have called your job and your apartment complex and arranged for you to vanish from there. You will spend the first few months of your life here, in this dungeon as you are trained. Once trained you will be a house slave upstairs, unless something else comes up." She let out an evil laugh.

"Well I guess I owe you an explanation for all that you see here. You see this castle has been in my family for generations. First the first 50 or sixty years we made our money by kidnapping humans, male or female depending on what our client wanted. Well in the early 1950s the world governments began cracking down on human trafficking. My family began to look for ways to make money. We then noticed that our clients would pay hansom sums of money for us to train them. We didn't ask how they got them or where they came from, we knew that some were kidnapped and others volunteered. The ones that were kidnapped were the best and funniest to train."

After a few years of myself taking over I discovered I had a fetish. Well a few to be exact." She told me this as she circled me dragging the ridding crop over me and popping my balls ever so gently causing me to jump. "O a little jumpy are we, been a while. When was the last time you had sex Chris?" she asked smiling.

"A little over a week ago Mistress Michelle."

"Good already addressing me properly. Well you will be having sex whether you like it or not a lot, but not the way your use to." She said as she laughed. Just then the curtain opened behind her and there stoop Alexis next to, what can only be called a wooden bed that stood vertical. It had 5 holes cut in. I soon found out what they were for. I looked to my left and there was three other beds just like it, but these had people strapped to them. Two were females and the other was a male. All had on latex stockings up to their thighs. For the male is cock was thru the lower circle, the middle two upper circles hit his chest. For the females their breast were thru the circles. Their arms were through the other two holes with elbow length latex gloves and all had IVs. Lastly there was a tube taped to their back and run down to just above their ass holes.

"Step up to your new home Chris." Michelle said. As I did as I was told she pulled my arms thru the holes and slapped large ring on my fore arms right next to the board so I couldn't pull back. My cock was guided thru it new home as I felt a belt go across the small of my back bringing me close to the board. My legs were guided into the thigh stockings and a belt was placed just below my knees holding my lower half to the board. The tube that I saw on their backs was placed on mine stopping just above my ass hole. Then my chest was strapped to the board locking me in place. Michelle placed a small pillow were my chin was to rest.

"Are we comfy, I hope you are? Welcome to you first day of training. Just so you know you want leave this board." With that a second girl in black walked towards me. "This is my nurse Lacy, she will be making sure your IV's and shots are given as they are needed." Lacy stuck an IV in my left arm as Michelle talked. "The IV will give you fluids and your new daily dose of estrogen. Yes I have some wild plans for you, she will also give you shots in your chest to allow your new breast to grow. Alexis break him in."

With that I felt something run down my back. A fluid was running thru tube to my ass. I felt the warmth on my ass hole. It caused a slight moan to escape my lips. As I enjoyed the warmth it was scattered when a cock was shoved into my ass. I let out a painful scream as I tried to turn to see who it was and to get away. Michelle let out laughs at my screaming as the cock in my ass pounded away. My body twisted and turned trying to get away. As my body screamed and the pain turned to pleasure my cock grew causing a smile to slip across my Mistress face.

My screams turned to moans of pleasure as the speed got faster. I had to see what Alexis was using on my ass but I couldn't turn. My cock was rock hard, I need to pleasure it but I couldn't. My Mistress smacked my cock with her riding crop cause I scream and a moan. Alexis was at a steady pace and with the new found pleasure I couldn't hold it anymore and my cock exploded. My Mistress looked to me as cum dripped from my cock, "That is the last time you will cum without permission. Alexis come around here." 

With that the thing in my ass pulled out and air rushed in. Alexis walked around me and for the first time I saw she was naked, her body was stunning, her breast perfect, and her skin smooth and shiny from sweet. Then she turned and I saw her rock hard six inch cock and she smiled.

Michelle looked to me, "Two years ago Alexis was Alex. She came to me at her own will. She underwent the same process you are going though and about to go though. Your new name is Christina. Welcome to my house my new slave."

With that Lacy stuck two needles in my chest and inserted what had to be female hormones to make my breast grow. Once the needles were removed she released the IV and I looked around. Soon after that I the last thought that ran through my mind was what had I done. I then blacked out.



A New Life Ch. 03



The story continues...

Greg

I couldn't concentrate on what my sister was saying. Why the hell hadn't I moved, and what was Carl saying? I couldn't just wander up and join in if he was talking about me, and I could hardly act surprised at Simon being here. I really wished I could read lips, or at least that they were a bit closer so I could see the expressions on their faces. When I finally saw that Carl was coming back over I didn't know whether to be relieved or even more scared. He was keeping his face blank, knowing that would wind me up even more. 

I just looked expectantly at him. There was no point me pushing him, he'd just tease me by saying nothing. I had a suspicion that my expression would be enough for him to start teasing anyway. He knew I was desperate to know what had been said, although on the other hand, if it was bad, I wouldn't want to hear it. I could only hope that bad news would at least help me get over this obsession I had with Simon. Carl settled himself down beside me and slowly took a sip of his drink. I had never had such a strong urge to hit him as I did right then.

'So..' he began, and I couldn't stop myself from drawing a deep breath while I waited for all my illusions to be shattered. 'I haven't dropped you in it, although I may have made it sound like you are a bit freaked about being outed at work.'

'You told him I was gay?' I said, almost as an accusation. He just looked amused.

'I told you before, it's not exactly unlikely given that you are out drinking in this place. Besides, if he didn't know that already it is kind of useful if you are to have any chance of getting in his pants.'

'And...' I prompted. 

'Well, I don't know if you do stand a chance of that, but he did get offended when he thought you didn't want to talk to him.'

'Shit, Carl. Why did you tell him that?'

'I didn't. He misunderstood, but I made sure I corrected that. I did ask him to join us but he seemed reluctant to leave his friends. I guess he wanted to talk to them first. I reckon the best thing is for you to go over there now and apologise for your brother being weird.'

I just looked at him in disbelief. 'So you've come across to him as some sort of nutter, and I still don't find out if he's gay?!'

'He's gay.'

I pulled a face. 'How do you know that after two minutes conversation?'

'Well, probably the fact he said he was.'

I was processing that statement. Could Carl really be sure. I knew it was dumb to be thinking it, but I couldn't help still considering the most obvious reason Simon wouldn't be interested in me. 'Said what, exactly.'

'Well, that he understood not wanting to be outed at work and he wouldn't do it to you if you didn't do it to him.'

'That's not actually saying it.' I murmured.

Carl's eyes rolled back in his head yet again. 'Would he be worried you'd out him for his taste in music? Besides, have you seen the way he is dressed?'

I had, and the reminder of the way his trousers fitted his body made me groan.

Carl sat bolt upright. 'That's it. You're an idiot Greg. There is a hot gay man over there who you have a major thing for, and I for one can't stand you not at least trying to sound him out further. You know I follow through on my threats. So either you go over there willingly and sit down and have a drink with him, or I drag you over there and tell him you have a major crush. Your choice. One...'

Shit, he'd started counting. I had til five or he really would do it. I managed to stand somehow before he got to three. Simon's attention was diverted talking to his friends. I swallowed hard. Sometimes I hated Carl, even when he was right. Actually, especially when he was right. I couldn't go on with this obsession forever, it was going to have to be kill or cure, and talking would be a very good start. My shaky steps somehow headed across the room.

* * * * * *

Simon

All of a sudden, Mark and Charlie said they were headed off to dance, and they disappeared in a flash. For a second I assumed that they just really loved the track, but then I noticed Greg was on his way towards us. Well, towards me. My breath hitched and I had a hard time not glancing down to check out his package as he walked. It wouldn't be a good idea to be obviously checking him out. The v-neck shirt he had on showed off more of his chest hair, and I immediately wanted to see it in all its glory and pictured myself running my hands over his chest and finding his nipples nestled in the dark hair. I groaned and tried to clear the mental image before he got near me. Unfortunately my cock had really liked the thought, and Greg getting even closer wasn't helping. I crossed my legs and hoped it wouldn't be obvious, as he reached the table, smiled at me, and sat down next to me. Thankfully he didn't make any contact, because he was close enough already that my body was humming in anticipation. I listened intently when he started to speak.

'Hi. I'm sorry for my brother. I hope that says it all, unless he's been particularly odd.'

'No, it's fine. You don't need to worry about work, honestly. I hadn't planned on telling everyone that I'm gay just yet.' I felt the need to make it clear I wasn't going there, and also to say specifically that I was gay. What he did with that information was up to him. His expression for a moment looked like relief, but I wasn't sure what part of what I said caused that reaction.

'Thanks. I reckon there are some cool people at work who would have no problem, but Sally is one of the evangelical lot. You know, love the person but hate the sin, so they sit and pray that the gays will be cured and suddenly like girls.'

I pulled a slightly disgusted face. 'I don't want to like girls.'

Greg just laughed. And his laugh was deep and melodic and washed over me even before I found myself caught in the gaze of his bright blue eyes. I shifted in my seat and moved my leg a bit to cover the ever growing problem. Thank god he didn't look down. He just seemed to keep staring into my eyes, and the fuzzy feelings I was getting started to make me feel uncomfortable in a way that I wasn't sure was good or bad. I looked away for a moment, and when I glanced back the spell seemed to have been broken.

'So, have you been here before?' he asked, as though that moment hadn't happened.

'I came last week. My new neighbours brought me.' I pointed towards Mark and Charlie, who although they were dancing were clearly watching developments at our table. 'Do you come here often?' I asked, cursing the demon of pathetic smalltalk for not being able to think of anything better to say.

'I used to a lot, but I got bored of it. Carl, my brother, he thought it would be a good idea since I've been a bit stressed lately... what with this new project.' The pause was interesting, almost as if there was another reason why he was stressed. He didn't seem to quite want to look at me as he continued. 'You must know these places, they are used as pickup joints a lot, and I'm not saying I didn't do a bit of that, but I decided on my 30th it wasn't for me any more. I guess I'm a hopeless romantic and want someone who'll be around most of the time and we can do the dull stuff like the washing up, or sit in front of the tv for an evening, as well as swinging from chandeliers!'

My heart was swelling as I heard this. He wanted what I wanted. Of course my brain replied that it didn't mean he wanted it with me. But since he had opened up a little I thought I should too. 'I had that.' He looked at me inquisitively, but I was continuing anyway. 'For nearly four years I lived with Ken, did all the domestic bliss thing, or at least I thought I was. Then one night I got home early from a conference and found him in our bed with someone else. The only consolation was he nearly choked on Pete's dick when he saw me standing there.' I couldn't help smiling, and it was probably the first time the memory of that day had made me smile.

He had looked annoyed as I mentioned my discovery, but smiled when I did. 'I don't know how anyone could do that to you.' He looked a little embarrassed at that.

'I'm over it.' I said, and for the first time I actually believed myself. 'Anyway, it was the push I needed to get the new job and start over, and I'm enjoying myself here. I've got a better job and nice home, and I'm already making great friends, so all is good.'

Whatever he might have said in reply I missed totally because Mark and Charlie suddenly reappeared and dragged us onto the dancefloor. They wouldn't take no for an answer. The four of us danced for a couple of tracks, me being careful not to get too close to Greg. He was a pretty good dancer and I enjoyed watching him move but tried to be subtle about it. When the third track came on I realised I had been stitched up, and if I had been in any doubt Charlie winked at me. As the slow song started and everyone around us split into couples Greg and I were left hovering. I didn't know what he was thinking, but I was wondering how I could best excuse myself.

I should have moved quicker, because my neighbours were not going to leave it there. They had worked their way behind me and I was suddenly propelled forward as one of them 'accidentally' bumped into me. The next thing I knew I was up close and personal with Greg, and his arms went around me to stop me falling over while mine grabbed hold of him to stop my motion. I think I froze for a moment. His chest was warm against mine and I was wrapped in an impromptu embrace. I know I moaned, but I hoped he hadn't heard me over the music. This felt good and I really wasn't sure I wanted to let go. Mind you, he wasn't moving away either.

I came back to reality when he leaned and whispered in my ear. I felt the warm breath across it and shuddered as he said. 'Seeing as we're here...'. I felt his arms tighten around me and he started to slowly sway to the music, taking me with him. It took me a moment to sort my feet out and get my arms around him properly because I seemed to have lost all control over my body. It was probably because all the blood I had was rushing to my groin. It took longer for me to relax into the music and I rested my head on his shoulder, trying not to think but just feel. I did make sure that my crotch went nowhere near him because I really didn't want him to feel how turned on this made me. I shouldn't be hard just from a slow dance, but this was far too close to some of my fantasies for me not to be.

I'm not sure how many slow songs there were. I had no concept of time or of anyone else around us, it was like I was on some little cloud with the man of my dreams. I noticed so many more things about him in this position. I could hear the beat of his heart as we swayed together, feel his muscles through his shirt and in his arms as they held me close. And then suddenly I could feel his hands in my hair, stroking through it gently. I quivered, this was a major turn on for me, and he probably had no idea. I got harder than I thought I had ever been. 

I must have got too comfortable in his arms, or more likely too hot and horny to stop myself, but my crotch pressed towards him and I heard and felt a sharp breath from him when he must have felt my dick press into his leg. He moved me a little and a hand on my back drew me towards his body. Any embarrassment I felt about him noticing my erection left me when I felt the hard line pressed into my stomach. He was also hard, and I was elated. He wouldn't get a reaction like that if there wasn't some attraction there. Maybe he felt towards me at least a little of what I felt for him, and scared as I was, I needed to find out. I leaned my head back a little so I could talk to him, and ended up pressed even firmer into his erect cock. I wanted to play with it but now wasn't the time. After what had been said about wanting a relationship not just sex, if he'd put his hand on my dick right then I would have followed him anywhere and done anything.

As I looked up at him, finally held in his embrace and both of us turned on, I was caught again in his bright blue eyes. This time the look didn't feel awkward, and we just stared at each other for a while as we continued to sway to the music and hold each other close. I couldn't think of anything to say, and the intense look in his eyes was certainly mirrored in mine. I hoped that it said something to him, maybe expressed my hope and my need. There seemed almost to be a moment of understanding between us, or perhaps he could read my mind, because he leaned towards me and his lips met mine. His kiss was soft and gentle, almost as if he was afraid he would scare me away or break me, but I joined him in it, and felt him moan as I slowly licked at his lips. I wanted him to open to me, to explore his mouth fully, but before I could do it there was suddenly the sound of clapping all around us.

I broke away from him fast and blushed, but as I looked around it became apparent that the crowd were clapping the DJ because the music had ended for the night. Well, most of them were, because when I glanced behind me Mark and Charlie seemed to be looking in the direction of me and Greg rather than the DJ booth. I blushed further but they just grinned at me, clearly having seen the kiss. I was still shaking from it, and having been pressed up against Greg for so long.

I felt his hand slip into mine and it brought my attention back to him, particularly as the contact made my hand tingle. He smiled and started to leave the dancefloor, me trailing in his wake. I didn't know where we were going, but after that kiss I had no desire to be separated from him. He pulled us over to a darker area at the side of the room and span me round so I was pressed against the wall. I know my breath hitched as he pressed his body to mine and came in for another kiss.

This time the kiss was immediately into full throttle, tongues playing together. I shivered as he ran his hands down my sides and then up into my hair again. I could still feel his hard dick pressed into me and I had no doubt he could also feel mine. I allowed my hands to roam over his back, keeping them over his clothes because if I felt his warm skin I wasn't sure I would be able to control myself. My whole body was feeling the intensity of the connection, and it was far more exciting than any of the times I had imagined us together, even when I had thought about us doing much more than this. I wished that the kiss would never end, but we had to break apart eventually to draw breath. Even then he didn't move away from me and I could feel him shaking too as he tried to get some oxygen back in his body.

He leaned towards my ear and his deep and breathy voice would have had me sliding into a pool at his feet if he hadn't still been pressing me into the wall.

'I couldn't resist doing that any longer. You have no idea how much you have been driving me crazy at work.'

I chuckled. 'Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea, if it's anything like what you've been doing to me.'

He pulled back a little to look at me properly, maybe so he could see my expression and if I was joking with him, but seemed convinced. He pulled me forward so he could hug me tight to his body, and again I was surrounded by his arms and happy to stay there forever. He spoke to me again.

'What are you doing tomorrow?'

'Nothing. Why?'

'I'll pick you up at 10.'

'Huh?' Not exactly a clever response, but I was confused.

'I want to take you out for the day. A walk in the country and a picnic, if you fancy it.'

'Take me out? Um, yes, okay.'

I heard and felt his laughter. 'I'm glad you sound so enthusiastic about it!'

'It sounds good. My brain wasn't working properly.'

'That'll be the alcohol,' he said amused.

That'll be that amazing kiss, I thought.

* * * * * * * 

Greg

I woke up early and prepared a hamper full of tasty treats for our lunch. I hadn't been able to stop grinning since I first came to. The memories of last night were so good I almost thought I had imagined it. And to think I had nearly killed my brother for forcing me into talking to Simon. Now I not only knew that he was gay, I also knew he liked me, he kissed like a dream, and his body felt perfect in my arms. I also knew his friends were totally unsubtle, which suggested that they knew he liked me. They'd practically thrown him at me, but I would never complain about that. It had felt so right from the first moment, even before he settled against me and all my desires kicked in. I had to press my hard cock into him when I'd felt his, knowing he liked our closeness I'd let him know I did too. I had to kiss him when he was looking into my eyes, because from the first moment I'd looked into his I'd needed to. And I had not been disappointed either by the kiss or his reaction to it.

The only thing I hadn't had to do was leave him and come home alone, but my sensible side kicked in. I could so easily have leapt into bed with him, and I was fairly sure he would have joined me willingly, but I had this notion of taking him out first, us doing something together and getting to know him properly now that I knew we had a chance of something. I really did want a relationship not just a fuck, and even more so with him. It scared me to think about it, but the idea of spending the rest of my life with him was not far from my mind. So today was about taking things slowly, I hoped, but I was certainly going to try and get more of those kisses, because I thought I might already be addicted.

I was slightly early picking Simon up. It would have been even earlier if I hadn't stopped round the corner for nearly 20 minutes. As I arrived at his door I saw his neighbours looking out of their window. I grinned and waved at them, then forgot totally they were there once Simon opened the door to me. He had dressed down from last night, not surprisingly, but he still looked good enough to eat, or at least lick all over. I took a deep breath to stop myself from doing just that, and smiled at him.

'You ready to go?' I asked.

'Ready as I'll ever be.' He replied.

I walked him to the car and opened the door for him, resisting the urge to stand there and close it after him too. Seemed a bit silly and possessive, but I wanted to treat him like a precious thing because he was to me. I still couldn't believe my luck, and as I got in the car I checked him out again to make sure he was really there. He just looked at me, amused.

'What? Do I have writing on my forehead or something?'

I know I blushed. 'Sorry. Just can't quite believe you're here, or we're here.'

He smiled. 'Me neither. What a difference a day makes. Shall we go have this date then?'

I grinned at the word date. I was glad he saw it that way as well. 'On our way.' I said, starting the car and heading out of town.

I gave him a rundown on where we were, places of interest and all of that as we headed out into the country. I decided to take him to a local hill where there were woodland and hilltop walks as well as picnic areas. It was beautiful up there and we could look over the town and the surroundings so it would be more interesting to someone new to the area. Also, it was going to be popular and there would be plenty of families around, so I could make sure that I behaved myself. My dick didn't agree, but my head was telling me to take this slowly. I had had some pretty intense sexual encounters in the past but I reckoned sex with someone I loved was going to beat them hands down. Then I realised I had thought the 'l' word, and it didn't scare me, I just looked across at Simon taking in the scenery and realised I meant it.

We wandered around the hill and then the woods, most of the time hand in hand. When I moved to take his hand the first time, wanting some sort of physical connection to him, he turned to smile sweetly at me and twined his fingers between mine. We got a couple of strange looks from other people but I really didn't care. I was far too elated at being with Simon to give anyone else a second thought. I couldn't stop myself from looking at him either. He was so beautiful, especially like this, eager to see everything and happy and comfortable in my company, his hair glistening in the sun and his eyes twinkling and showing his amusement every time he caught me staring at him. Not that it was all one sided, I also saw him doing it to me, the same look of interest on his face as I was sure was on mine.




A New Life Ch. 03



We got back to the car eventually and I got the picnic from the boot. It took us quite a while to find a spot to have it though because all the tables were full with families. I took us further away from the main areas, knowing there were a few picnic spots more hidden away where we could sit on a blanket in the shade of the trees. I wanted to get there quickly though because with the extra stuff we were carrying we could no longer hold hands and I missed having that connection to him. When we finally found a place to sit and eat it was probably the furthest away from the carpark we could have got. There were only four other people there so it was far more secluded. They were in a group on one side of the site so I lead Simon over to the other side, not that far away from them but at least our conversation would be private. 

I laid out the blanket I had brought and motioned Simon to sit down as I started to unpack the hamper. He grinned at me as I took out the first few containers, particularly the breadsticks and sausages. I looked at him puzzled as he was obviously chuckling to himself.

'What's up?' I asked.

He held up the sausages. 'Just wondering how many phallic symbols you were going to unpack.'

I blushed. God, why did he keep sending me off kilter like this. I held up the sandwiches which were next in the hamper. 'I cut these into triangles. What does that say?'

He grinned and took one of the sausages. 'That you aren't totally sex obsessed.'

The next moment had me thinking that he was wrong about that. I watched entranced as he bit into the sausage, closing his eyes as he did it. The sight of him like that put a vision of him with my cock in front of him straight into my mind and I had to bite my lip to stop from groaning out loud. I genuinely hadn't packed this food with sex in mind, at least not consciously. Perhaps my subconscious was determined to mess with my mind and all my good intentions. 

When he opened his eyes again after a moment he looked at me and I saw him start on seeing my expression. He spoke softly to me. 'You're going to have to stop looking at me like that, or I might lose what little control I have and drag you off into the trees to ravish you.'

I swallowed hard. His expression, the tone of his voice which was soft and sexy, and his words combined to have me hardening, and I knew I hadn't stopped looking at him with lust in my eyes either because he was caught in my gaze much as we had been last night before the kiss. Oh god, the kiss. That thought had me standing fully to attention, and the desire for another one was almost overwhelming. I had just enough sense to check about us before I attacked him to claim one. A glance at the other group showed they were paying no attention to us, and even better the four of them had split into two obvious couples and there was only one woman there. 

I grinned at Simon before moving towards him on all fours. I settled down facing him but slightly to the side, our legs out at opposite angles but bodies close. My eyes were on his again and I knew he could tell what I was doing. He gave a nervous glance towards the others and had the same moment of realisation I had just had. Since two of those guys were intertwined there was little need to worry about anyone freaking out at what we were doing. Assuming of course I could keep this to just a kiss. I raised my hand to run it through his hair and his cheek came towards my palm to nuzzle against it. I heard a soft moan from him and it made me move again, this time to press my lips to his. It was my turn to moan when I felt the slight contact through my whole body.

I moved my hand to the back of his head, his hair running between my fingers. He deepened the kiss before I had chance to but I certainly wasn't going to object. I let my tongue run along his and felt his probing at me. He shifted his body to move closer to mine and his arms went around my back to hold me to him. I had to resist my urge to push him back and follow so I was lying on top of him. If my cock had its way I would take him here and now. Somehow kissing him here seemed more intimate than when we were in the club last night, perhaps because we were in the open and a lot more alone. Not totally though and that was the only thing that was keeping me from taking things further.

We kissed for what could have been a few minutes or half an hour, I totally lost track of time and had no awareness of anything around us. When we finally broke apart I was breathing hard and my cock was aching for some kind of release. One look at him, also clearly turned on, panting and his lips swollen from my kisses, made me moan and he gave me a shaky smile in return as he tried to get control of himself. The uneaten picnic surrounded us and as I surveyed the scene it amused me that the only thing I had managed to get in my mouth was Simon. 

I moved away and started on a sandwich, trying to gather my thoughts. I knew that kisses with him would be intense but still that had surprised me. He recovered a moment later and grabbed a sandwich too.

'I guess I should avoid the sausages.' he said with a grin.

I laughed. 'Seems so. I would apologise but it didn't seem like you minded.'

'No.' he replied, and gave me another intense look.

I cleared my throat. 'Simon. Um...' Good start, I thought to myself. 'I have to be honest with you. I haven't done relationships in the past. Not for more than a few weeks anyway, and they always started off with sex on the first night. That's not what I want right now. That's not what I want with you.' I looked at him and saw a flicker of disappointment, but he covered it quickly. I had to reassure him. 'I want something more than that, and I think we could be great together, but I don't want to rush into jumping into bed with you and maybe ruin things.'

He seemed to be thinking for a long time before he replied. 'Seems like just my luck I meet you after you develop some patience!' His grin seemed to say that he didn't mind and he understood. 'I've not done it either, dating and waiting. If you're saying that's what you want, I'm happy with that.' 

I nodded, and then smiled at him, amused at what occurred to me to ask next. 'Simon, will you go out with me?'

He laughed. 'Of course I will.' 



A New Life Ch. 03



I have now lived with Mistress Sara and Master Tom for over two years. They are great Masters to serve. We have interacted with other "families" and I have found them less then satisfactory compared to my own. Mistress Sara is a lovely woman, beyond words lovely. She is extremely strict and I have walked crooked for a day or so after not following orders, but she is also very kind when she wants to be. I know she cares for me and expresses it through my punishments. I accept that and look forward to it. Master Tom can be more gentle then Mistress Sara but he is very rough. He takes me violently and will leave me with no word after he is done, but he still has a very sweet side to him I enjoy very much. 

After I came to live with them I was very surprised to find that they lived just outside the city in a decent sized home. It has 5 bedrooms and three full bathrooms. The room I was given was two doors down from their room. It was painted a bright pink! I do love it so. The bed is a Queen size bed with a pink canopy and I am only allowed pink bedding. Mistress explains that this to bring my Sissy side fully. When you enter my room, after you get over the pinkness, you would probably notice the dresser on the opposite wall from the door. It is four rows high but the top is completely covered in dildos of all designs. Mistress Sara makes me clean them daily and after using them I must suck and lick them clean before using soap and water.

If that doesn't catch your eye then the pictures of naked men that full walls would. I mean every inch of the walls have naked men on them. The door even has a full sized naked Chip and Dales dancer on it. Mistress Sara told me that she wanted me thinking on nothing but cock all the time and this would help. I know it has helped my dreams more then once. Waking up to a well toned man with an erect penis greeting you every morning is a thrill. Sadly, I didn't move into this lovely room right away. I did move my things in but Mistress Sara had other plans for me.

When I arrived from the airport, I wasn't dressed correctly, as all my papers listed me as male. This was the first thing I was punished for. Granted it didn't happen right away. As much as her and I had talked over the phone and email certain things were still left to be hashed out. Limits, how often I was willing to dress up, whoring me out, and other importance issues. In the end I agreed to almost anything minus my stance on scat. I am more then willing to A2M but I refuse to have anything to do with being shate on or shitting on someone else. Not my thing. I agreed to sign a short term contract, three weeks I would stay for starters.

I had arrived in the early afternoon and it was nearly 7 by the time we had finished working out things. Master Tom wasn't home yet but Mistress Sara took me to my room where I fell in love with it at that moment. She told me to unpack and that she would be up in 30 minutes to get me for dinner. I asked what I was to wear and she told me to be naked when she arrived. As soon as the door shut I stripped down and started unpacking. All the gorgeous nake men had my little cock standing up when I was done. Not knowing if I was to inform her when I was done, I sat down and started to read from a romance novel I had brought with. Within ten minutes the door opened and a lovely hunk of a man entered. When I failed to stand right away, he walked over to me and pulled me from the chair, tossing me to the ground. My book flew and fell to my hands and knees. At this pointed I figured I had met Master Tom and I ruined it. My head down looking at his feet I heard a zipper and some movement. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. 

Informing that I was to greet him on my knees with my head down he shoved his flacid cock into my mouth. Limp, it was over 6 inches long and a good 2 inches wide. I was stunned for moment but then my mouth started to work again. My tongue rolled around his cock as it slid up and down my lips. I let it fall out once, long enough to catch my breath before he deep throated back in, his lovely balls slapping against me. I sucked his cock for fifteen minutes before he exploded down my throat. I gagged and choked on the amount of semen he produced, it was just so much. I swallowed fast and hard trying to get as much as I could before any fell out. As his cock started to go limp in my mouth he pulled it out and used to slap me several times and quite hard across the face. The last little bit of semen spitting and splashing in my hair. He then walked out without saying a word. I watched his perfectly sculpted ass move away, dumbfounded. Mistress Sara then shouted up for me to come down.

As I walked into the Dining Room naked, I saw dinner was on the table. A very lovely dinner and two place settings. Mistress Sara and Master Tom were laughing in conversation. I walked to the side of Mistress Sara and proceed to stand there for almost five minutes before she looked me. It was a look of distaste as told me to on my hands and knees. I quickly complied and fell to the ground. She walked around me slowly studying me.

"Did you get a chance to use her pussy yet Hun?" she said in a flat matter of fact tone.

Tom was chewing and finished before he answered. "No dear but her mouth was quite nice. Are you sure you want to train her this way right away?" I felt his eyes on me.

"Sweetie, she has to much independence in her, we must remove it right away if she is to be a good Sissy." Her right foot came up to caress my limit cock with the toe of her heal. She rubbed it for a moment till it was hard. "My this one does have a tiny one doesn't she?"

Tom stood and walked into the kitchen and brought out two bowls. He set them against the wall. Mistress Sara then walked to the buffet and opened a draw. She removed two items I couldn't make out and walked back to me. "Open up slut." I opened my mouth wide as she put a large butt plug into it. I could see what looked like a puppy tail on the end. Next I felt the familiar coldness from lube as she worked it over my "pussy". She then plucked the dildo from my mouth and pushed into my eager and waiting hole. I sighed softly which earned me a hard slap on the ass.

Grabbing my hair hard, Mistress Sara drug me over the bowls. "You're training starts right now. You will be called Sparkles and will be the family the dog night and day till I decide otherwise. You will eat from these dishes only." Pointing down at the two dishes I saw water and wet dog food. "You will not talk! You will bark only." She then grabbed my face by the chin and turned it to look at her, "Let me hear you bark you slutty worthless dog!" I gave the most conviencing bark I could "Wooof."

"That will do whore. You will only be allowed to pee when one of us brings you out. When no one is home, you will locked in a kennel. You will wear you plug at all times, if you falls out you will be punished and bigger one will be put in. If any other dogs come around, you will greet them properly by smelling their butt. You be given 10 minutes a day to shower, any more and the punishment will be harsh. Do you understand?"

I stared at her for a moment and started to talk "Ye.... Woof Woof" It still earned me three very hard slapped on the ass. I let out a whine and Mistress Sara went back to the buffet. Sitting on top was a collar she grabbed. It was pink and had little fake diamonds on it. The tag proclaimed I was sparkle and if I was found they could use me as they see fit till my owners came for me. She attatched it and locked it around my neck. Hooking a collar it to it, she led me outside to the backyard. It was a good sized yard and well kept. On what I guessed was the back of the garage, there was a chain kennel with a dog house in it there.

"This is your bathroom. Sadly, as dog owners we will have to clean it up. You will be given wipes for after you shit but only one so it use it well." Looked over at the kennel as a Great Dane came out of the doghouse. Master Tom walked over and released him from his kennel. He walked right alongside Master Tom until they reached me. Without a command, the dog sat when Master Tom stopped.

Master Tom petted the dog, "This is Toby and you two will play nice. Introduce yourself Sparkles." I looked at Master Tom lost until he sighed. "Let him sniff your ass and sniff his you pathetic whore." Feeling stupid, I crawled along side Toby and presented my ass to him. He sniffed it a few times then licked it once. I then crawled behind him. Tom moved a step and Toby got up so I could sniff him. It wasn't as fowl as I expected but I far from liked it. Mistress Sara then pulled on my leash and I retreated to her side, mirroring Toby. "Good girl." And she petted me. I felt proud.

"This is Toby's kennel, yours is in the garage. We can't have you out in the weather like him nor do you we want you trying something with him." I turned my head to her to look at her face to see if she was serious. "Don't look at me like that you filthy whore. I know your type, a cock is a cock and you want them all." She said this with a little motion leaving me looking toward Toby's penis. "See! You already can't take your eyes off it. Slut. Do you have to pee?"

I woofed by best yes woof which Mistress Sara seemed to understand. She then walked around the yard till she said I could go. Now I knew that dogs lifted their legs but I didn't know which sex did. I looked up at her and whined. "God you are fucking pathetic. Female dogs squat to pee and poop." I did my best to squat properly but Mistress Sara wasn't happy and I received five more hard spankings. Mistress Sara led me inside as Master Tom put Toby back into his kennel. Once in the dining room, I was instructed to eat my food and they finished theirs. I crawled over to the dish and sniff it then turned back to whine towards the table. "Eat it or don't eat it, but it's all you will get." Mistress Sara replied. She turned back and contuined eating.

I gave it another sniff before I pushed my face in to it. I had almost used my hands when I remembered that I was a dog. I started eating it and it wasn't as bad as I expected, it was almost enjoyable and as I was starving I ate it quickly then lapped at the water dish. Mistress Sara and Master Tom made several comments as to how quickly I ate but offered no more. Once I had finished I crawled over to sit at Mistress Sara's side, wagging my tail against the ground. She petted my head a few times before she finished. I stuck my tongue out like a happy dog and she smiled at me. When they finished, they cleared the table and did the dishes. I followed them, well, like a lost puppy. On occasion one would pet me but otherwise I was left ignored. Once the dishes were finished Mistress Sara attached the leash to me and led me upstairs. I assumed to my lovely pink room to sleep, but no it was to a bathroom.

Once inside, she unattached my leash. "Now one of your jobs here, besides being our new dog is be my urinal. Tom made make you do it later but for the moment you are mine." The bathroom was fairly decent size but the toilet did catch myattention, especially after she informed me what was going on. It was odd shaped and maybe a little higher than normal. The hole underneath could easy fit my head if I lie on my back, but instead she slid a dish underneath.

"Once you are past the dog stage, who knows when that will be seeing how filthy a slut you are," I dipped my head at that. "You will put your head under there and drink directly. Seeing as you're a dog though, you will drink from a dish. Have you ever drunken urine before?"

She looked at me as I shook my head no, she then proceed to spank me even harder then normal seven times. Tears were coming down my cheeks as she move to my front again. "Dogs don't nod or shake their head. Dumb whore. Anyways, you will enjoy it and I am betting after a while you will beg me to allow you to drink it." She gave me a very evil smile. One that said you will drink it till you like it no matter what. 

She then lifted her skirt and pulled down a lovely pair of white silk and lace tanga style panties. I couldn't help but want them, they were so cute. It took me a moment to notice her lovely shaven pussy and the bright red landing strip just above it. If I haven't mentioned it yet, Mistress Sara is a fury red redhead. Slightly pale with beautiful freckles everywhere. She spread her legs slightly as she sat down on the toilet. "Come around and watch your treat come out bitch." I crawled around to sit in front of her as she started to pee. I have seen many men pee but never a woman and it was lovely. She must of urinated for almost a minute before she sputtered to a stop. Instead of grabbing a piece of toilet paper, she stood and told me to lick it off her. "Three licks, anymore and you will think seven slaps on your whore ass was a treat." I swallowed hard at this and moved in slowly. The first lick went right down the middle over her beautifully sculpted pussy. The second went down over one lip and the third the other lip. The taste of her and her urine mixed together made my cock stand up. The moment it did, she stepped on it, squeezing it to the ground.

"Don't let that pathetic excuse for a cock do that again without permission. Next time you be properly punished." She twisted her foot once before grabbing her panties and sliding them on. The pain numbed me so much that I couldn't enjoy her pulling them up. As she knelt over to pull my dish out she started talking to me, "Once you are past your dog days, you will remove and replace my panties. You will lick me then wipe your saliva off me. You will make sure I have to do no more then sit and piss into your mouth, do you understand?" she looked at me as she moved the dish to sit infront of me. I gave a quick yes bark and she smiled. "Drink all of it whore." I moved quickly to start lapping. The though gagged me at first but after the first half the bowl, I was enjoying it some. It was saltly and had a flavor I couldn't quite place but not bad. I drank it all down, pleasing Mistress Sara as I did. She releashed me and I followed her back down stairs. She took me into the living room where Master Tom was watching TV and he asked how it went. Mistress Sara informed him that I did a great job and she petted me again, which I barked to and wagged my tail.

Mistress Sara pointed to a dog bed next to the couch and I curled up in it as they watched TV. I laid there for almost two hours before my bladder got the best of me and I barked. Mistress Sara was closed to me and looked down at me asking what the matter was. I barked again and finally she told me to bark twice if I had to go to the bathroom. I barked twice and she sighed. She took me out the back yard and walked me around. She asked if I had to go poop and I gave an yes bark. She sighed at me, informing that she knew it would be "messing" until I was only passing dog food through my system, then it would come out more firm. I found a place and squatted. It took a moment to start but it wasn't as bad as I had thought. Mistress Sara said that she expected worse as she cleaned up. She gave a small amount of toilet paper and told me to clean myself up. I looked at her confused for a moment before she told me to do it normally. She didn't want me walking in her house filthy with shit.

After we entered the house she informed it was bed time. She told me to follow her as she turned out lights and told Master Tom it was bed time. I took this as he was as much her slave as I was his. I followed them both up stairs to their bedroom where another dog bed was laid out at the foot of their bed. Mistress Sara took a chain that was attached to their bed and locked it on my collar, informing me I would not leave this spot till morning. I crawled into my bed and watched them change. 

Mistress Sara told Master Tom to undress her, which he seemed more than happy to do. She first lifted her arms and he pulled her tank top over her head, revealing a white bra that almost matched her panties. He folded that tank top and placed it in the hamper then proceed to unzip her skirt and pull it down. She placed a hand on his shoulder as she stepped out, at this point I had curled up a little bit tighter to hide my growing erection. After folding her skirt and lying it in the hamper he unfastened her bra and set it in there also. This was the first time I had seen her bare breast and they were lovely. Not overly big, maybe 32 or 34 Bs but they were milky white and had the tiny rose bud nipples. Lovely little erect nipples, I whined softly. At that, Mistress Sara just smiled at me as Master Tom removed her panties and fold them also. He was so delicate with her clothing, I was jealous.

After she was naked, Master tom grabbed a bottle of lotion and rubbed it all over her body, as I do most nights. It gave a lovely jasmine smell. That took nearly five minutes and when he was done he reached into a draw pulling out a black and green stripped nighty. I have one almost identical and I knew the fabric was extremely soft. He pulled it over her head and then straightened it out. Then grabbing the matching panties, very small tanga style with green ruffles on the back, he slipped them onto her.

"Did you enjoy the show my little bitch?" Mistress Sara asked in a sweet voice. I barked several times at this, which seemed to please her as she crawled into bed. 

Next Master Tom started to strip and I finally got to see his body. Male perfection at work I swear. I almost came watching his bend and twist getting naked. His limp cock hung there, making me drool. Limp it looked like it would ruin me and I wanted it to, I had to use all my control to not crawl over there and start licking at it. Then a thought came to me, I was in theory an untrained dog, why couldn't I crawl to something I wanted? So I tried it. My chain make a clanking noise as I move towards Master Tom and nuzzled against his limp cock, which reacted to the stimulus almost immeditately. Master Tom looked over at Mistress Sara as she set her book down.

"This is why we never got a female dog. They all just turn into whores so quickly. Do with her as you please tonight, tomorrow morning she will pay the price for it." I looked up at her shocked but I wanted his cock so much that I didn't care what the punishment was. He pulled his now hard cock away, which let me get an even better look at it. I knew drool was falling from my mouth and I didn't care. He told me to turn around which I did quickly and happily. I turned to watch him but Mistress Sara told me to look forward so I had no clue what was going on.

I closed my eyes to try to imagine what was happening when a shadow fell over me. I opened my eyes to see a bare pussy staring at me. "Use your slutty dog tongue and lick me. I might as well get some pleasure out you tonight." My tongue instantly started to work. My tongue ring sliding over Mistress Sara's clit, pushing inside her. I didn't even notice that Master Tom has been spitting on my tail plug and was pulling it out till I felt the pop and moaned, but I kept licking. I would prove my worth to Mistress Sara tonight. She was sighing softly as I worked her pussy. I felt the cold liquid slide my butt cheeks and felt Master Tom's finger push it side me. At the moment tongue was all the way inside Mistress Sara and I moaned against her pussy, which sent a shiver up her. 

Then my eyes shot open WIDE. My tongue stopped moving and I felt my pussy being penetrated with some forced. There was little fore play and no warning. Suddenly Master Tom's giant cock was buried completely in my slutty pussy. I didn't want to but I was squeezing his cock hard. The estacy of it made me forget Mistress Sara, which did not make her happy. Master Tom was pumping in and out of me hard and fast. I body could barely handle it and I actually barked a couple times, which made Master Tom laugh. Suddenly a lovely round ass was shoved in my face and Mistress Sara commanded me to lick her ass. 




A New Life Ch. 03



Again, I was first out of bed the next morning. I quickly showered, shaved and dressed while Ashley continued to sleep. I headed to the kitchen and had hot coffee ready in just a few minutes. 

I peeped back into the bedroom and saw her starting to stir. The smell of brewing coffee is better than an alarm clock. 

I grabbed two cups and headed toward her just as her feet touched the floor. 

"Hold it right there, young lady. I have your coffee ready so you can enjoy it in bed." 

"Well, why didn't you tell my bladder?" She ran to the bathroom and didn't even bother to close the door. Wow, she did have to pee. It sounded like a water hose running in there. After a moment, I could hear her unroll the paper, wipe and finally flush the toilet. She washed her hands and then came quickly back to bed and fluffed up the pillows. I handed her the cup and we both snuggled together and sipped our coffee. I still had my clothes on but it doesn't matter when you can snuggle up with a naked gorgeous woman. 

She said, "Thank you. What time is it?" 

"About 6:45 or so." 

"Why do you get up so early?"

"Because you wear me out at night and I always fall to sleep soon after you drain my balls." 

"Well maybe we can wait a little later at night to rape, plunder and pillage each other." 

"Speaking of plunder and pillage, we need to head to the bank when it opens. Where do you have accounts?" 

"At Wells Fargo. I think they offer safe deposit boxes." 

"Let's head over there after breakfast. They open at 9:00?" 

"I think so. I normally bank by mail or use their ATM so I rarely go inside." 

I reached for her right breast and traced my fingers around the areola and nipple. She smiled and watched me for a few seconds and then reached for my cock and caressed it through my trousers. 

I asked, "Could we try something new this morning?" 

"What do you have in mind, lover boy?"

"I'd love for you to squat over my face and let me lick you."

"Now?"

"Yes." 

"Oh yuck! Don't you want me to take a shower first?"

"No, I love the natural smell of a woman, especially in the morning."

She studied my serious face, frowned but finally agreed. 

"OK, if you're sure about this. At least I got up during the night and douched. You know, your semen ran out of me for an hour. Even though I had a towel under me, every time I turned, I hit another wet spot. I finally just had to get up and deal with it. Next time, when I tell you to shoot a pint of semen up my vagina, don't take me literally." 

Ashley put her coffee on the nightstand and stood up on the bed. She placed her feet on each side of my head. She looked down and said, "I can't believe I'm doing this. Are you sure?" I smiled and nodded. As she held on to the bed's headboard, she slowly squatted until her vulva was just over my nose. She giggled in anticipation of the sensations coming. 

She stared down at me, past her Mons and watched my face as I moved into position. I started with light tongue touches to her clit and the outer labia. My hands were supporting the upper part of her thighs and I used my fingers to gently part her inner labia to reveal the urethra and the beautiful pink opening of her vagina. The slightly pungent odor of her urine was present but was certainly not a hindrance to my pleasure. She had not shaved in a few days so the light blonde stubble on the outer labia slightly tickled my tongue. I ran my tongue up the sides of her outer labia and then moved inside to explore the gaping entrance to her vagina. 

This was definitely having an effect on her. I could feel her shiver and her butt cheeks clench as I touched her clit over and over again. Her vagina was getting very wet and the clear viscous liquid started to ooze out around my tongue. It tasted wonderful. 

I moved my mouth down a bit farther and gently explored her anus with my tongue. Again, her cheeks clenched and squeezed my tongue. Finally, her body shook and she yelled, " Jim, that tickles." I then licked a bit harder and inserted the tip of my tongue into the opening of her rectum. Ashley jumped and shrieked so I moved back to her vaginal opening and concentrated on inducing her orgasm. It was not long in coming. The fluids flowed, the chill bumps returned and the involuntary twitching told me she was ready. I buried my tongue in her vagina while massaging her clit with my nose. She suddenly moaned and sat down on my face with her inner thighs covering my ears. I was buried. Her weight pressed my head into the pillow but I loved every second of it. I heard a muffled scream. Her legs clinched my head and squeezed. Suddenly, a squirt of water was ejaculated into my face. I was drenched. 

Meanwhile, at the other end, my cock had a mind of its own and was merrily shooting off like a fireworks display. It needed no manual or oral encouragement. What a mess. Semen was running everywhere inside my undershorts. 

She finally relaxed and pulled herself up and off my face. She looked at my soaked face and hair and I looked at her, wet with perspiration. All we could do was laugh and grab for the towel. 

She finally spoke, "That's the first time I've ever sat on a face. Do you know any more positions like that?"

"We'll see. I am really glad you're willing to try new things." 

"Your gentleness makes it very easy for me and I have had the best sex of my life with you. You are so unselfish. You're obviously focused on my pleasure and that is so unusual for a man." She reached out, unzipped my pants and took my sticky wet flaccid torch in hand. "I'm just worried about junior here. I'm not sure it can keep up with me." 

"Junior does have some limitations but, properly exercised, he should be good to go."

"I think I can exercise him to peak performance." 

"I do too, now why don't you go and get ready while I fix us something to eat. Do you like bacon and eggs?" 

"Sure, who doesn't? But just a couple of strips and one egg scrambled, please." 

"You got it." I hurried to the bathroom with a change of underwear and trousers. The semen ran down my legs as I walked. 

The bank was open at 9:00 and it took only 20 minutes to rent a safe deposit box. After the bank guard left us, we stuffed it full of currency and some other valuable documents that Ashley had at the house. I also enclosed the funds transfer information and receipts that Brian had given me. We closed and locked it with our key and called for the guard to secure the box. Ashley decided to keep $5000 out, putting $3000 in her checking account and keeping the balance for current expenses. 

She left for her office with my $10,000 check while I went for a short drive just to enjoy the new car. 

About 11:45am, Ashley called and asked if I could meet her for lunch. She was near a California Dreaming restaurant in Kennesaw and I happened to be only 15 minutes from there. When I arrived, she was waiting outside with another woman a bit older than us. 

"Jim, I want you to meet Linda. She's the lady you first talked to at the office" 

"Hey Linda, very nice to meet you. I appreciate you arranging for Ashley to help me."

"Hi Jim, you're more than welcome. She's been telling me a lot about you. I must say, you're as handsome as she indicated. I think you two make a lovely couple." 

I glanced at Ashley who seemed to be embarrassed but still had a grin on her face. 

"Well thank you very much. Ashley is the rose in our relationship. I'm just a big thorn in her side." 

"That's not what I hear-but enough of that. You two have a great lunch. I need to be back at the office in a few minutes."

After Linda walked away, I turned to Ashley. "That was unexpected. So you've been sharing information about me with your girlfriends?" 

"No, it's nothing like that. Linda and I are very close. She knows the struggles I've had the last few years and she looks out for me, no matter if I want her to or not. When I mentioned you more than a few times, she pried out some additional information about my feelings for you. She has no idea you are sleeping with me. But she knows that I like you very much and that you're different from other men I have dated." 

"Let's talk about it over lunch." We entered the restaurant and were seated right away. Ashley ordered a grilled salmon salad and I had the pastrami sandwich. We again had unsweetened ice tea. 

"So, how am I different from other men?"

"Well, for one thing, you don't slobber all over me when we kiss. And you open doors for me and you speak to me like an equal, not like guys do with a dumb blonde. You also don't snore and you put the seat down after you pee. You seem to enjoy cooking and drinking wine and listening to normal music, not all that rock crap that no one can understand. You answer the phone on the first or second ring when I call and you take care of yourself. I doubt you are a single pound overweight which is a lot better than me. Is that enough for starters?" 

"Well you didn't say how great looking I am or how I have a nice car or that I am well endowed and a magnificent lover." 

"I also didn't mention how sex-crazed and arrogant you are, how you throw your money around and expect me to swoon over your cock just because it is huge." 

"Touché. But I don't think I'm arrogant. Maybe the next time I'm acting that way, you can point it out to me."

"Well, it just happened. You said I didn't mention how great looking you are. That's arrogance in my book." 

"That's not arrogance. I'm just stating the facts." She kicked me under the table and it hurt. I deserved it.

After the delicious lunch, Ashley headed to the office to meet up with the young couple. I headed to Buckhead but drove by the house one more time. It's just the perfect one for me, and I hoped, Ashley one day. I was really falling for this lady but we had to find a way to get her out of the marriage. I realized that I didn't even know his name. If I could dig up some dirt on him, he might agree to let her go to avoid a big problem. Maybe Brian or some of his FBI buddies could help. The fact that he brought home stacks of cash and wouldn't tell Ashley how he got it played into our hands. He's involved in something, but just what?

Later that afternoon, I called the Westin to tell them I'd be checking out Sunday morning. 

For dinner that evening, I decided to grill one of the large rib eye steaks and serve it with baked potatoes and steamed broccoli. One steak was plenty big enough for the two of us. Rather than a dessert, I thought a nice cheese course with Harry's bread would be appreciated. But I needed a nice red wine so I headed to Sherlock's Wine Shop that was just down the street. I "invested" in a very nice 2007 Barolo for only $179.00 so it had better be good. 

As I left the wine store, I noticed a flower shop just across the street. That's exactly the missing touch in Ashley's townhouse-she needed to have fresh flowers. I stopped and entered the shop. The lady who greeted me just happened to be one of the two ladies I'd seen at Canoe sitting near us. She remembered me. 

"Hello again. Did you recover from that leg kick your girlfriend laid on you?" 

"Yes, but it hurt for a few minutes. I noticed that you and your friend seemed to enjoy my pain." We both laughed. 

"Well, you must have recovered quickly since she was running her toes up your leg just a few minutes later." 

"That's the way love is, I suppose. One minute in pain, the next in ecstasy." 

She smiled and asked, "So flowers might be in order today?" 

"I think so. She lives in a townhouse just up the street. Would it be possible for you to take a couple of arrangements by around 5:00pm? I'm thinking about one for the entry table in the hallway and another for a sideboard in the dining room. In fact, as I think more about it, how about a smaller third one for the master bath?" 

"Does she like roses?" 

"I suppose so. We just started dating and I'm still learning all those details." 

"I'll bet she does. Most all ladies do. I must say she is a lovely young woman." 

"I agree. Her name is Ashley. Here's the address." I handed her a slip of paper with the information I'd written. "Here's my credit card and I'd like to set up an account with you. Can you deliver three fresh arrangements every week? I'll let you know when to stop." 

She smiled, "By the way, my name is Jane and I own this shop. I'll set you up in our system and just place the charges against this VISA after every delivery. We'll try different flowers and arrangements each week. Then, if you'll let me know which ones she really likes, we can focus on those in the future." 

"That's a wonderful idea, Jane. If no one's home when you deliver, just leave them near the front door. I'll ask a neighbor to look out for them until we return. If we're going to be away for a period of time, I'll let you know to suspend the order." 

"That'll work. My delivery guy will be over around 5:00 today. Please give us feedback on our flowers and arrangements; it's important for us that you're happy."

"Will do." She handed me her business card and made a copy of the credit card for her records. 

It was now only 3:00pm so I drove around town and back to Marietta just to begin learning my way around. This whole area was really pretty. Unlike many cities in the North, there appeared to be very few slums and virtually no abandoned houses or commercial buildings and a lot of new construction was underway. The economy must be pretty good here. 

By 4:00 I was back at Ashley's place and cleaning the Weber grill she had on the deck. But I couldn't find charcoal anywhere; so back to the store again. I guessed she never really used the grill except when friends were over. 

The flowers arrived sharply at 5:00. They were amazing. Two dozen or more of the prettiest red roses I've ever seen made up the sideboard arrangement. The smaller vase of daisies and various types of greenery was for the entry hall table and the spring flower mixture was for the bath. Jane had done a fantastic job for me. 

I found her card and called the shop. She answered right away.

"Jane, this is Jim. You hit a home run lady. These arrangements are gorgeous. Thank you very much." 

"Thanks Jim. That means a lot to me. So you think she'll be pleased?" 

"If she's not, I'll need to rethink our relationship. Are you available?" She laughed so hard I could almost hear her without the phone. 

Her comeback was perfect. "For you, I could be. Just give me time to dump my husband of 24 years." 

"Will do. Thanks again. I'm certainly going to enjoy working with you." 

"Likewise. We'll do the next delivery on Thursday evening. The ones you have should easily last until then. Have a great weekend." 

After we hung up, I placed the arrangements with a small cork coaster under the two sitting on the wooden tables. I didn't want any watermarks on this furniture.

Ashley called just after 5:30 to let me know she was on the way. 

When the door opened, I was surprised by the two large boxes she carried.

"Hi lady. What are you carrying?" 

"Oh, just a couple of things for you." 

"You bought me something?" 

"Don't get too excited. It's not that much." 

"Can I open them now?" 

"Of course, silly."

The first box had four beautiful Polo shirts in various colors and the second had two pair of Dockers slacks and a smart leather belt. All were just my size. She must have checked out my laundry without me seeing her. 

"These are perfect, Ashley. Thank you." 

As I leaned over to kiss her, she noticed the flower arrangement in the dining room. Her eyes and mouth flew open and exclaimed, "My god, those are beautiful!" She walked over and leaned in to see if they were fragrant. Not so, I had already checked. 

"I love roses." She paused and then added, "I don't think anyone has given me roses in years." She turned, hugged me and whispered, "That's one more thing I'll add to your check list." 

As she hugged me, she noticed the arrangement on the hall table that she had just walked by while carrying the gifts. 

"Jim, you bought two arrangements? Those daisies are wonderful! The colors are so vibrant and match the entry hall colors. How did you know I liked daisies so much? Those could not be more perfect for the entry table. Darn, I'm going to have to start a new checklist on you." 

She turned and wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed. This woman could kiss. My cock started rising as soon as her tongue entered my mouth. But I knew what was coming so I tried to restrain myself. 

"Sweetheart, I need to freshen up and change my clothes. Can you excuse me for a few minutes?" 

"Of course, dear. I'm planning to grill a steak for us tonight. Is that OK?" 

"Wonderful. I like mine on the medium to rare side."

"So do I. You sure make my life easy." 

She paused and turned to me. Her eyes sparkled. 

"Jim, do you ever have the feeling that we were intended for each other?" 

Wow, where did that question come from? Is there a breakthrough here? Has she now formed a firm opinion on our relationship? 

"I've felt that way since I kissed you the first time. Have you been doing a lot of thinking about us?"

"I can't get you out of my mind. I'm like a little schoolgirl with a new boyfriend. I've never been so captivated by a man as I am with you. This afternoon, I was taking around this cute young couple. They were obviously in love and were so kind and considerate of each other. We had a really nice time and they liked several of the houses I showed them. But the entire time I was watching them, I was thinking about us. And it's not the sex, which is obviously wonderful, as much as it is your personality, your confidence and the way you do things for me when I least expect it. That bonus came out of nowhere. These flowers came out of nowhere. The way you enjoy cooking came out of nowhere. I have no idea what the next surprise is going to be. And I love the anticipation of that surprise. You are an amazing guy." 

I replied, "So we do have a chance for a future?"

"That's what I'm thinking." 

All we could do was stand there with our eyes locked. She began to cry with happiness. I tried, unsuccessfully, to choke back my tears. She walked into my arms and we hugged. It had been less than a week and we were now a couple. How can you explain that other than we're meant to be together? 

After a few moments, I could feel her regaining composure and she backed out of my hug. 

"Now, get to work on that steak and I'll jump into the shower and get dressed." 

She walked into the bathroom and I heard her laugh. She stuck her head out the door and said, "You did it again. These spring flowers are beautiful. God, I love you." 

There it was. The "love" word was out in the open and it felt great to hear her say it. 

"See, I told you that I was perfect in every way." 

"Yes, and you also said you weren't arrogant."

"Just stating the facts, madam." 

"Right. Now get to work. I'm hungry." 

I went to the deck and started the charcoal. It would take about 20 minutes to be ready so I went inside and began on the veggies. The potatoes were small and should microwave in about seven to eight minutes. The broccoli would be much quicker but the rolls would take about 15 minutes in the oven. So I had about five minutes to open the Barolo and let it breathe before putting the bread in. 

It all came together and I grilled the steak while the potatoes were cooking, the wine was breathing and the bread was baking. Ashley joined me on the deck while the steak sizzled. She wore a white summer dress with a large blue belt and a sparkling costume jewelry necklace. 

"That looks like a delicious piece of meat."

"Oh no, is my zipper down again?" Her response was swift as a punch landed squarely on my shoulder. 




A New Life Ch. 03



"Damn girl, you punch like a man. Did you mean the steak looked delicious?" 

She just glared at me and shook her head. 

After turning the steak one last time, I asked her to put the broccoli in the steamer and pour our wine. When I entered the kitchen, she was taking the bread out of the oven so we went directly to the table. I cut the rib eye into two pieces and it was perfectly pink to red, just like we wanted. 

"Ashley, I'd like to propose a toast. I've never met a woman like you and I want to never be without you. So let's drink to our future together." She smiled and her eyes glistened with moisture. We clicked the glasses together and attacked our food with gusto. It was a wonderful meal. We talked about many personal things from our past but I couldn't say anything about the program and my part in solving a major crime. That was completely off the table and I could never talk about that with anyone. 

One thing did surprise me. She'd noticed a small scar on the side of my face and nose. The plastic surgeon had done a magnificent job on my face and I didn't know any scars were visible. She asked about them and I told her that I had an accident when I was much younger and had to have some reconstructive surgery. That seemed to satisfy her interest. 

After dinner, we quickly cleaned up the dishes, pots and pans and adjourned to the family room with our wine. I had told her about the cheese course but we both decided to postpone that to another night. We were sated. 

We sat together on the sofa and she leaned back into my chest with her feet curled under her. I laid my arm across her stomach and we cuddled. We sipped the glorious Barolo (yes, it was worth the money) and sat in silence for several moments. 

At last, she spoke, "Would you mind if we just cuddle tonight? Our activities from the last few days have left me very sore and I need some recovery time. It's all your fault, of course, since you grew such a big penis. Couldn't someone along the way have trimmed it up a bit to restrain its growth?" 

"I was actually normal size until about age six or so."

"I'll bet. Six, huh?" 

"No seriously. I was playing on the jungle gym one day and had on my normal shorts. I noticed these two little girls standing below, laughing as they looked at me. I climbed down and found that my wiener had grown so much that it was showing below my shorts. It wasn't long till all the little girls were inviting me to tea in their tree houses. Many of them wanted to play doctor but I would have nothing to do with it. I hated going to doctors." 

"You're so full of it." 

"OK, just the facts, madam. I really was normal until about 13 or so. Then the damn thing just took off. In the showers at high school, all the guys stared at me. I was really a freak. They must have told their girl friends because I was suddenly popular with the ladies. Many of them wanted to go out and it got pretty expensive. Most of them just wanted to kiss and get my cock erect so they could feel it and see for themselves. That was fun but sometimes embarrassing. Most of the time, when I tried to feel their pussies, they got real huffy and demanded to be taken home. Sometimes, I did get lucky and the girl wanted to test-drive my cock just to see what it was like. I was 18 when I lost my virginity to a cheerleader. She was well known as a cock-tease and would never let a boy past third base. I'm not sure who finally put it to her but she wasn't a virgin when she demanded I fill her up one night. That was my very first time and I was just barely three inches in when I exploded. She had already had one orgasm so she didn't fuss too much. I think it hurt her more than she let on and she never let me try again. However, one of her girlfriends wanted a shot at me. I barely even knew her but she insisted we get together." 

Ashley interrupted, "Why do I actually believe this version?" 

"Because it is the truth, young lady. You know I wouldn't lie to you about this sensitive subject." She laughed and almost spilled her wine. 

"OK, go on." 

"So this girl asked me to come to her house after school to help her with some homework. When I got there, it turned out her parents were away and we were alone. My god, the girl was all over me when I walked in the door. Before I could do anything, she had her dress off and was dropping her panties. Now I wasn't complaining as she was very pretty and had large boobs. But I was just not accustomed to being attacked by a sex-starved girl. It took me all of 30 seconds to raise junior to attention." Ashley started laughing again. 

"So when she saw my cock in full bloom, she was scared. But she didn't want to back off and give up. I later learned she was part of a secret betting pool made up of several girls who had wagered they could bed me successfully." 

Ashley interrupted again, "So how many actually did it?" 

"Only two but it was fun trying it with all of them. Anyway, she finally decided to go ahead and took my hand and walked me to her bedroom. This was long before I learned how to lick a clit or anything other than rubbing her pussy with my fingers. So it was pretty basic foreplay. She got herself wet as much as she could and told me to get between her legs and ease it in her pussy. We were in the missionary position and I know now, as you do, that was a mistake. She should've been on top and in control of the entry. But, I did as she said. It took a long time for me to be fully inside her. The last couple of inches were just pure misery for her but she was driven to make it happen. She cried and then screamed as I reached the end. But she made me lay there fully embedded, for what seemed like a minute or longer. Finally, she felt an orgasm coming and she screamed again and pulled down hard on my back as I shot spurt after spurt of semen into the back wall of her vagina. We were both pouring sweat and when I extracted, I saw some blood mixed with the semen. That scared me. She then told me that she had been a virgin but I never suspected it until I saw the blood. Before I left, she had me sign a note along with her to say that the sex was consensual by both parties and that she'd taken the full length of my penis into her vagina. That's when I learned about the bet."

"Jim, do you mind if I get another glass of wine? This wild tale is getting good."

"Just bring the bottle." 

She took the opportunity to visit the bathroom and then brought the bottle and poured the remainder into our glasses. I noticed that she got a little bit more than me on that last pour-a pattern to be repeated many times in the future. 

"I'm ready," she said as she cuddled back into me and under my arm. "Who was next?" 

"So the next girl was named Celeste. She was the prettiest girl in school but had a reputation for being cold and no fun to date. I never heard of anyone getting her bra off, must less to third base. Anyway, I was shocked when she came up to me after school one day and said she wanted to talk. I had a nagging feeling that one of the other guys was putting her up to this and that I would be a victim of a hoax. Yet I was intrigued and gradually took the bait. Celeste asked me to meet her later that evening. She had a car and would pick me up at 7:30. At that point, I believed there was no way she would be part of the bet so I thought it really was a hoax.

"When 7:30 came, she arrived in a new mustang. I was impressed. Her dad must have had a lot of money. I walked out and admired her car. She was all smiles and told me all about it and how fast it would go. She asked me to get in and we drove around town for a while. We saw a couple of her friends in front of a store and we waved at them. I later learned that was intentional so she could prove she was with me. We had a lake and picnic area outside of town and that's where we ended up. 

"When she turned the car off, she was bluntly honest with me. She told me that she wanted to have intercourse because she had heard so much about the size of my penis. Her bluntness surprised me at the time but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed to match her cool reputation. To her, I was an experiment and a way to get one over on her girl friends. But, you know me; I like experimentation so I agreed. 

"She had come prepared. In the trunk were a blanket, a jar of petroleum jelly and tissues. She laid them on the ground near a tree beside the car. Just watching her ass move around got my juices going. After spreading the blanket, she sat down and asked me to join her. Then, to my surprise, she asked me what she needed to do to get me ready. I suggested that we kiss a bit and let me fondle her breasts and pussy while she stroked my cock. That's exactly what we did. It was admittedly cold and clinical but my imagination substituted for the passion and I was hard in short order. She then pulled up her skirt and slipped off her panties. I told her that it would be best if she were on top and let me massage her breast while she controlled the rate of penetration. Of course, me massaging her breasts had nothing to do with the rate of penetration but she didn't know that. 

"Celeste reached down and felt carefully for her pussy juices. There must not have been enough so she opened the petroleum jelly and spread it liberally on her pussy and along my cock. She never said a word while this was going on. I don't think sexual passion ever entered this girl's mind." 

Ashley again interrupted, "You know, I'm the same way. All that huffing and moaning I do is just an act." 

"What about the perspiration, the chill bumps and your crinkled areola that happen right before you flood my cock with your pussy juice?" 

"You obviously don't understand women's bodies so I will explain that to you later. Now complete your wild tale of debauchery." 

"So, as I was saying, Celeste finished prepping us and I lay down on my back with junior acting like a flagpole. She took off her top and bra so I now had full access to her boobs, which were on the smaller side of normal. Her nipples were quite large, however, so that was good. She squatted over me and put her hands on my chest while she moved around trying to align my head with her opening. Finally, I felt us come together and she looked at me. I reached for her nipples and asked if she were ready. She nodded yes. 

"I thought the previous girl had taken a long time but Celeste set a new record. It was all I could do to hold my load while she started and stopped, changed angles and then decided to start over but with her knees on the ground beside me. All that squatting was killing her leg muscles. 

"After maybe 15 minutes, she had most of me inside her. The pressure was like a vice. This girl was tight and should never have tried to take on someone my size. She was pouring sweat. Her makeup was a mess and her hair was definitely in need of attention. Finally, I think out of shear exhaustion, she just sat down hard which rammed my cock completely inside her. She let out a scream and closed her eyes. Her first words in over 20 minutes were, 'God that hurt.' 

"Then it was over. She pulled herself off my cock and took the tissues to clean herself up. No orgasm or anything. I had to quickly stand up and jerk myself off while she got dressed just so I could get my pants on. But she did give me some tissues and agreed to drive me home if I signed her document of proof that she had taken it all." 

"Wow, what a great girl you had there." 

"Even talking about it now, fifteen years later, makes me shiver. That girl was an iceberg and I may be the only one who's ever put a cock in her. But I'll hand it to her; until I met you, she was the prettiest girl I ever saw." 

"Listening to your stories, Jim, is better than watching TV. Why don't we head off to bed. We have some serious cuddling to do."

Twenty minutes later, we were doing just that-totally naked and intertwined. After a few minutes, I whispered, "I love you." 

She pulled my arms more tightly around her and responded, "I love you, too." 

End of Chapter 3



A New Life Ch. 03



I enjoyed the peace and quiet of a solitary Saturday, alone with my thoughts. Did I feel guilty about my sessions with Howard? Not really, I was craving attention and affection. My suppressed sexual desires had been released and satisfied for now at least. Was it wrong to have a relationship with someone I now knew to be only twenty? Not as long as no-one else knew, I chuckled inwardly at that thought!

On Sunday there was a street market in a nearby town, the day looked fine and I caught a bus to enjoy browsing round the stalls. Some nice fresh vegetables were purchased and I enjoyed a lovely milky coffee in a café down a side street.

As I left the café I heard a wolf whistle, I turned to view my admirer. There stood Howard, grinning as ever and heading in my direction. He was helping a mate, Derek, to move into a flat in the town he explained. He asked if I was staying a while as they would be done soon and would be going out for a few pints.

I knew Derek vaguely as he occasionally came in the Royal Inn and he seemed a quiet enough man, a little older than Howard and his mates but pleasant enough. I saw no harm in agreeing and said I would meet them by the Town Hall in an hour so if that was agreeable. Howard said that was fine as they just had some furniture to move from his van.

I browsed happily without adding to my shopping and then made my way towards the Town Hall, Howard and Derek were already there and greeted me cheerfully. Derek suggested going to the Red Lion which was very close nearby and soon we were standing at the bar, I offered to buy the drinks but they would not hear of it.

They were downing pints of bitter at a good rate, even on halves I was struggling to keep up and it was almost a relief when last orders were called. No all day drinking in those days! Derek suggested buying a few bottles to take back to his new place and Howard agreed saying he would take me home later if that was OK, I was relaxed and having fun so why not?

The two men carried a crate of bottles we had bought as we walked a short distance to the street where Howard had spotted me earlier. Derek unlocked the door to the downstairs flat, explaining that he had been wanting his own place for some time as living with parents was no fun. The door opened into a small living room furnished with just a sofa, a radio and a television, we made our way in. The crate was deposited by the sofa and Derek disappeared into what I assumed was the kitchen saying he had a bottle opener somewhere.

I shrugged off my coat laying it on the carpet, Howard was by now lounging on one end of the sofa giving me lustful looks. I whispered to him that here was not the right place and he just smiled. Derek returned triumphantly holding out a bottle opener and telling Howard to get some bottles opened. He also held out a five pound note to Howard, saying it was for the help and the bet.

Howard took the fiver placing it in his jeans front pocket. I enquired what the bet was, did he have a bet on a horse? Derek laughed saying no not a horse but it looked like a sure thing! I was puzzled and asked Howard what the bet had been, he looked sheepish and mumbled something I did not catch.

I asked again, and recoiled in horror as he explained that I was the subject of the wager. Derek and he worked on building projects together and after one of my early visits to the pub Howard had said how much he fancied me. Derek had laughingly said he had no chance and the friendly wager had been struck. He tried to placate me by saying how much he liked me and had said nothing to anyone else, he said Derek had known when I agreed to meet them for a drink but he had not told him any details.

I was furious and made to get my coat and leave, Howard grabbed me by the arms pleading with me not to leave. He pulled me up against him kissing me and telling me had been stupid. No the stupid one was me. He persuaded me to just have one drink and he would drive us home, Derek had swiftly opened three bottles and pushed one at me urging me to have a drink. He assured me that the secret was safe with him, the bet had been settled and that was it.

Drink does strange things at times, half a bottle of fizzy beer and I was sat back on the sofa with the two young men either side of me already on their second bottles. By the time I had finished the first bottle and another had been opened for me I was feeling distinctly light headed and giggly now my annoyance had abated. Howard turned and kissed me lightly, Derek said he wished the bet had been the other way round and laughed.

Howard laughed too, moving his arm around my shoulders, he asked if Derek could feel the way I kissed as a small sample. I was feeling drunk now and I knew I should not and yet I agreed. I turned towards Derek and closed my eyes, I felt soft lips on mine and they lingered. Howard's right hand slowly dropped down my back and eased under my arm, caressing the side of my breast through my blouse and bra. I pulled away from Derek's lips turning to remonstrate with Howard, his mouth was on me immediately, urgently kissing me his tongue probing into my mouth.

His strong arms pulled me to him, his mouth moved to my ear, biting gently with his teeth and whispering that he would show Derek how beautiful I was. My head was spinning and I lay back against the sofa watching as if I was hypnotised as his left hand moved to my blouse. Buttons were unfastened, my cleavage came into view, more buttons and the flesh of my stomach was visible, a couple more buttons and then he pulled back the left side of the garment. My nipple was enormous, pushing through the material as I gasped for air. Derek's hand reached across and my eyes turned to him as he pulled back the right side of my blouse, my right nipple as obscenely erect as the left.

The jointly tense breathing of three people sounded as loud as the street traffic as two hands reached simultaneously for my breasts, thumbs rasped over my sensitive nipples, noisy slurping kisses fell on my upper breasts. A hand reached up my back, bra unclipped and lifted above my heavy tits. Gasps and compliments as they mauled a breast each, sucking as if in a contest to see who could extend a nipple furthest.

Howard's hand on my knee, skirt sliding upwards, legs splaying apart, fingers stroking the gusset of my panties, wetness from within leaking. And my hips being raised, skirt unzipped and removed, panties sliding down and off my legs, the forest of pubic hair glistening, his fingers sliding inside me.

Another hand stroking my right thigh heading higher, Howard surrendered and returned to my breasts as Derek explored my soaking hole. He teased my clitoris until I came, sobbing and gasping as I shuddered. They stood over me, jeans being unclipped and unzipped, cocks erect and jutting and deliciously bare before they resumed their seats either side of me. My hands were guided to each erection, holding two cocks for the first time and struggling to find the correct rhythm with both hands simultaneously.

Derek's cock was massively thick, almost half as much again as Howard and my small fingers barely reached around his girth. I wondered which would fuck me first, as if in answer my hand was removed from Derek's cock. He reached down into the jeans round his ankles, pulling a packet of condoms from a pocket, the rubber rolled down the thick shaft. I was pulled to my feet and then facing Howard his hands pulled me down until I knelt on the rough carpet, Howard's cock in my face then in my mouth. 

Derek knelt behind me, his fingers fed his cock into my cunt, a massive and hard thrust sent him all the way in, his balls swung into me. I was orgasming in small waves the whole time such was my arousal. I was being fucked hard by Derek his hands reaching round to squeeze my tits as he pummelled my buttocks.

A groan from Howard, spurts of spunk in my mouth as I swallowed as fast as I could, an animal bellow behind me as Derek fired his load into the condom. Heavy breathing as we remained motionless for a few seconds, then Derek wandered off to dispose of the rubber. When he came back he opened more beer, we all took in turns to visit the bathroom and I sat naked and shameless between them as they once again caressed my needy body.

Soon their young cocks were showing signs of recovery, roles were reversed as I knelt in front of Derek and stretched my mouth to accommodate his thickness. Howard fucked me from behind, a spit lubricated finger slid easily up my bum and my arousement heightened. I was wanking and sucking Derek quite slowly, feeling the weight of his balls.

The cock in my cunt was removed, Howard's fingers slid into me and he breathed that he thought I would like a cock in my arse. He slid two moistened fingers into my bottom, working them around and around. I felt his hard, rubber clad cock push against the resistance of my sphincter then he slid slowly in.

This must have pushed Derek over the edge, he gripped my head as he thrust upwards pushing more of his shaft into my mouth, a torrent of spunk erupted and it ran from my mouth. I felt a burning in my bottom as the first cock to enter there was thrust in and out ever more quickly. A different sort of orgasm enveloped me as Howard gripped my hips as his load filled the rubber deep in my bottom.

We slumbered and dozed on the sofa for a good while before I found the strength to wash and dress, my bottom felt a bit sore and I felt a lot dirty. I eventually persuaded Howard to sort himself and take me home, I had work the next day and I knew I would feel pretty dreadful in the morning.

We left Derek fast asleep, I had a feeling I would see him again and the knowledge of that was not comfortable.



A New Life Ch. 04



Simon

When Greg dropped me off after our picnic he gave me another toe curling kiss before I got out of the car. I didn't invite him in because after our conversation I figured that wasn't on the cards just yet. We'd been out for hours though and it was probably one of the best days I had ever spent, even though all I got was holding hands and a couple of passionate kisses. Oh, and asked out by the most beautiful man I had ever seen. 

I might not be getting any in the immediate future, but I couldn't stop grinning when I realised I had a boyfriend. And I could only hope a lover at some point soon. I'd wanted to ask how long he wanted to wait, but it seemed too demanding. I liked the idea of dating him for a bit first, although the reaction my body had to kissing him suggested I was still going to have to get a lot of wanking done to keep me under control. 

It didn't surprise me that Mark and Charlie turned up at my door not more than five minutes after I got home. So much for sorting myself out now. They'd been teasing me last night on our way home, very proud of their contribution to getting Greg and I together, and now they seemed to think that they deserved a progress report, although they also seemed rather worried that I had been dropped off and he hadn't come in. It was almost as though they were ready to ply me with platitudes about there being plenty more fish in the sea while they fed me ice cream. The smile I couldn't wipe off my face let them know they didn't need to.

Mark was first to the obvious question. 'So how did it go? Where did Greg take you?'

'Greg?' I feigned confusion as if I didn't know the name. 'Oh, you mean my boyfriend Greg,' I continued, grinning at the thought. They smiled too, clearly pleased and excited at the news, as I knew they would be.

'So why isn't he in here and you two at it like bunnies?'

Trust Mark to bring things down to base level. 'He wants to date for a bit first. I kind of like the idea actually. Not that it isn't going to be frustrating, but I'm sure I can keep myself in check now I know the important stuff like he's gay and wants to be with me.' I still couldn't wipe the smile off my face. That was probably going to last for a fair while yet.

I could see Mark was struggling with what to say to that. Thankfully Charlie piped up. 'That's sweet. And don't let Mark let you think otherwise. I made him wait, and it was well worth it.' They shared a look that was clearly remembering their first night together, and the intensity of their gaze made me uncomfortable for a moment. It also made me wonder what my first time with Greg would be like, and the thought of that made me want them gone right now so I could let my imagination run riot, and without guilt now because I wouldn't be lusting over someone I could never have. 

I was grateful when they made their excuses and left, even though it was quite obvious they were going off for a re-creation of the night they had been recalling. I laughed at them as they headed out the door, not embarrassed in the slightest when they realised I knew they were off for rampant sex. 

I headed straight to my bedroom and stripped off my clothes fast. I wasn't going to need any of my porn to help tonight, just the memories of being with Greg today would be enough. I was hard and aching just remembering our kisses. How he could kiss me into such a state I had no idea, except for the fact there was clearly a lot of sexual attraction and heat flowing between us. How long we could keep that under control I had no idea either, but the anticipation might be fun. Only so long as I could relieve myself like this I guessed, and I just hoped that Greg did not want to wait too long.

I stroked my hands down my body slowly, not finding it difficult to imagine it was Greg's hands on me. In my mind I recalled the kiss this afternoon. It had been amazing, and I was glad I had been sat down at the time because every time he touched me I went weak at the knees. In fact there was very little he could do to me that didn't, even looking at me made me tremble. 

Right now though, I thought about being lost in that kiss and took my hard cock in my hand. Greg's tongue explored my mouth and played with me as his hand stroked through my hair. My hand moved faster and faster as I thought about my hands on Greg's body, his hard muscles under my palms and his broad chest against mine. I groaned as I recalled us dancing together last night, bodies pressed together and hard cocks pressed between us. It was enough then, thinking about how hard he had been against me and that soon I would get my hands on it for real. I shot hard and fast, gasping for breath and crying out Greg's name as I did it.

As I recovered I couldn't wipe the grin off my face. Greg had just given me the best orgasm I had had in years, and he wasn't even here. The fact was, I felt more for him than I ever had for Ken, and that was after only two weeks, and less than 24 hours of knowing that I stood any chance of being with him. It was a little bit scary, and but for the fact that Greg seemed nervous too I might be more concerned about that. We could only see where things would take us.

I got up and had a quick shower to clean myself off. There was cum everywhere and I knew that the next job would be putting my sheets in the wash. After that was done I settled down with a microwave meal. Despite going for that picnic we hadn't actually eaten a lot, and I'd done a load of walking. It was a great first date though, giving us time to chat and get comfortable with each other. I knew I was still smiling. I put some music on and started reading a book, curling up on the sofa and happy in my thoughts for the first time since I'd seen that photo of Greg which had unnerved me in the first place.

I was caught up in the story when the phone rang, but when I answered it I was pleased to hear Greg's voice at the end. I missed him a little already.

'Hello gorgeous,' he began, and made me smile. 'I was just thinking about you. What are you doing tomorrow?'

'I'm cooking Sunday lunch for Mark and Charlie. You're welcome to join us.'

'That would be your neighbours who practically threw you at me last night?' He was amused as he asked the question, but it made me blush.

'That's them. They didn't do it terribly subtly then.'

I heard him laugh. 'Not at all. Mind you, I think they did a better job of getting us together than Carl did, and he's trying to claim the credit anyway.'

It was my turn to laugh. 'You probably shouldn't tell him that he was too subtle then. I didn't exactly get that you might like me from what he said.'

'Maybe not, but he did pretty much blackmail me into talking to you because he knew I was scared to. I didn't want to find out you didn't fancy me.'

'Me neither. I guess Mark and Charlie do deserve the credit.'

'Perhaps. But pushing you into my arms didn't really prove I stood a chance. I only knew that when...'

He went silent, and I wondered what he was talking about. 'When what Greg?'

I heard him clear his throat before he answered, and the tone of his voice was thick with lust when he did. 'When I felt your hard dick pressing into me.'

Even though he couldn't see me I flushed red again. 'That worked for me too, feeling you hard against me.' I was getting erect again thinking about it. It didn't help that I had shot my load remembering it earlier on either.

I heard his voice again but it sounded tight and distant. 'I shouldn't have thought about that.'

'Why not?'

I could almost hear the embarrassment in his voice as he spoke quietly. 'It's making me hard again.'

I chucked. 'Me too. Don't worry about it.'

I heard a groan from him before he spoke again. 'I'll see you tomorrow babe. I think I should go now.'

'Need to go jack off?' I asked, still amused.

There was another groan from Greg in reply. 'Seriously, I need to go before I start begging you for phone sex. I really do want to be good.'

'Okay. I'm not sure I'd be any good at that anyway. I'll see you about 12 tomorrow. I'll be thinking about you.'

He didn't even say goodbye, and all I heard was a final moan from him. Phone sex actually sounded fun. Another thing for another day. I was still hard, but I'd taken the edge off earlier and wasn't as affected as Greg was. That was until I had the thought that he was probably beating off right now thinking about me. I groaned as my dick went to full staff, and headed back to my bedroom, aroused and amused at the same time. One thing I didn't need to worry about; he might want to be good, but I couldn't see it lasting long.

* * * * * * * 

By late morning I had all the food well on the way to cooking and was ready for my guests. I'd dressed up a bit more than usual as well, because I wanted to look really good for my boyfriend. Not that I thought it would take much to get him staring at me with lust in his eyes. I'd only had to take a bite of a sausage yesterday and before long he'd been pressed against me kissing all the air from my lungs. Mark and Charlie might be a good distraction, although since Mark mostly talked about sex it could end up being more frustrating than anything else. Cheekily though, I had asked Greg to be here half an hour before the others were due to arrive. I hoped he wouldn't mind. I didn't intend doing anything too bad, but I seriously wanted more kisses. 

When the doorbell rang he was even earlier than I had suggested and I grinned when I saw him on my doorstep, a bottle of wine in his hand. I took him by surprise and dragged him over the threshold with a handful of his shirt, bringing my lips to his the second I had him inside and before I'd even closed the door. This time I backed him into a wall, and kissed him with every ounce of passion I could find, and that was a lot. He just surrendered to me and kissed me back with increasing excitement. It was too intense to last long and I drew back from him, leaning my head against his chest while I got my breath back again. 

After a few moments I felt him chuckling and looked up to see what was so funny. 

'Where would you like the wine? I should put it down before I drop it.'

I took the bottle he was still holding and put it on the table before turning back to him. He grinned and grabbed at me, this time wrapping his arms around me. 'Now, where were we?' he murmured, before pressing his lips back to mine. He kept this kiss soft and slow, but it did just as much to my body as any other we had had. This was the first time we'd kissed totally in private, but I couldn't take advantage of the privacy because we had agreed not to and Mark & Charlie would be around at any moment. I could expect some ribbing from them anyway, but if I had to come to the door half naked and horny I wouldn't live it down for a while. However, horny was looking increasingly likely since my cock was appreciating the kisses a lot. I reluctantly pulled away.

'I need to check the food. We don't want dinner to be cremated. Do you want a glass to start on the wine?'

'No thanks. Have you got something soft?'

My first thought was no, and then I realised he was asking about drinks.

'Apple juice, coke, and tea or coffee.'

He asked for coke and I got him a glass, making sure while I was in the kitchen that there was nothing had burned and relieved to note that the only thing on fire was me, or at least I was every time Greg got close. I sat down next to him, but not too close to avoid too much temptation. He moved over towards me though and pressed his side to mine. 

'You can't get away that easily,' he said in a quiet but intense voice that made me quiver, and I know he felt it. 'I'm going to have to try and get my fill of closeness over the weekend, because we won't be able to do this in the office.' He drew me into another kiss at that point and the brief thought I had about work fled from my mind along with everything else. He traced around my lips slowly with the tip of his tongue before fully claiming my mouth. I wanted to spin and sit in his lap but it seemed like a bad plan, and we both settled for turning as far as we could towards each other, so much so that I was almost on my side pressed against him. His hands in my hair again made me groan and I hoped he was getting how much that turned me on, for when he'd really need that information. 

I reluctantly pulled away from him when the oven timer started going off. As I stood I looked back at him and saw the intensity in his eyes. It made me gasp to see how turned on he was, how ruffled his clothes and hair were, and how red and damp his lips were. I could also get a good idea of how hard he was, probably as much as me, because my cock was protesting not being able to get out and be played with. We really didn't have time to do much more anyway because Mark and Charlie would be around any minute. I couldn't believe how quickly over half an hour had passed with our kisses.

When the doorbell rang and I opened the door I saw Mark's eyebrow raise at the sight of me. I guessed that even after a few minutes to calm down while I had been checking the food I didn't look much different to Greg when I had left him. I raised a silent prayer to whoever might be listening, and gave Mark a severe look in the hope it would get him to keep his mouth shut. He seemed to understand, and resisted making any smart comments when I properly introduced him and Charlie to Greg. 

There was a bit of gentle banter over dinner, but mainly Mark teasing the pair of us for both being stupid and him having to push us together.

Eventually I decided to put him in his place. 'Okay, we get it, and thank you for giving that little push. But seriously, we are not going to be undyingly grateful to you. We'd have worked it out sooner or later, I'm sure. You don't get to take the credit forever!'

'So you won't need another little push towards the bedroom then!' he replied. I went red, Greg almost choked on his dinner, and Charlie jabbed him in the ribs.

'You so did not need to say that. Leave them alone Mark. Do you want to tell them how long it took you to get into my bed?'

Mark had the decency to apologise, and look a little embarrassed as well. He looked straight at me then though. 'Charlie didn't believe I was serious about him. I can see you two both are, but I'm sorry for joking about it. I had to send him flowers every day for weeks before he even let me kiss him properly. I guess I just don't understand waiting when there's nothing to prove.'

I glanced at Greg then and he was already looking at me. I'm not sure either one of us knew what to say at that moment. Thankfully Charlie poked Mark in the ribs again and he shut up, chastened. Charlie then changed the subject.

'So, what are you going to do for your next date?'

I looked at Greg again. He shrugged. 'I don't have any bright ideas for the moment. What would you like to do?'

I thought about it for a moment, and realised that I had the perfect option at my disposal. 'How about dinner at Cafe Rene in the week? That would be really nice.' I looked at Mark as I said it and he nodded.

Greg looked a bit surprised. 'I went there once. The food was great, but I don't think you can get tables without booking a month in advance. We might have to come up with some other ideas in the meantime.'

I grinned. 'I reckon seeing as the owner has been rather cheeky today he owes us a table.'

Greg looked at Mark surprised, and Mark agreed. 'I suppose that's fair. Come Tuesday or Wednesday and I'll even be your waiter. And Charlie can cook for you too.'

I grinned. 'Sounds good.'

Greg glanced at me. 'That still means we need an idea for tomorrow.'

Mark spoke up. 'How about...' I interrupted him with a glare. He looked miffed and continued. 'I was going to suggest you head into town and go look at the ruins and museum and stuff. Plus you can do some shopping if you want and go for lunch. More of you getting to know the area Simon, there's lots here. The Cathedral is really impressive too.'

Greg looked excited at the idea, and it sounded good to me too. I liked the idea of doing the touristy stuff with my own personal stud for a tour guide. Not that I wouldn't be looking at him just as much, if not more, than the things he showed me.

The rest of the meal passed peacefully. I loved having everyone there and that we all got on, although I was most glad that Greg was there and how well he and I got on. Once Mark and Charlie left, he stayed and helped me tidy up, even drying up what I washed. It was a nice hint at the idea of coupledom with him -- having lunch with friends then doing the housework together. I kept looking across at him and grinning, and he returned them. 

Once the last things were done and I had put everything away Greg turned to me. He looked a little disappointed. 'I should go now. But first...' He stopped talking and wrapped his arms around me as he kissed me softly. I practically dragged him towards me so we were pressed tight together and deepened the kiss. I wanted as many of these as I could get. He pulled away eventually, breathing heavily again. 'I'll see you tomorrow babe. Thanks for lunch, it was great.'

I guess my face showed my disappointment at him leaving, but yet again I knew if he stayed I would have a lot of trouble containing myself. He just laughed gently. 'I know, but it's not time yet.' I desperately wanted to ask him when it would be, but bit my tongue to stop myself. The last thing I wanted to do was come across as needy and desperate, even if I did need him badly and was desperate to touch him properly.

* * * * * * * 

Greg

I had the best weekend I had had in years, and needed to keep pinching myself to make sure I was really awake and this was happening. Every time I checked and saw Simon beside me I couldn't help smiling, and more often than not he returned them. And those kisses, my god, he could practically make me shoot while we were kissing, and he had done afterwards when I was on my own and thinking about them. 

I turned up for work so happy and desperate to see Simon again, even if nothing could happen in the office, that I'm sure I unnerved a few people with my cheery hellos as I saw people I knew. I made sure to catch up with the rest of my team before I headed into the project office. I was early, but Simon had been even earlier. I smiled at him, and he returned a broad and knowing grin that made my stomach flip. It had been devastating being in such close quarters with him when I'd not thought I stood a chance, but now we were together and any time we wanted to move that to the next level it would. Obviously not in the office though.

Professionalism did win out during the days, but we spent a lot more time just looking at each other, finally free of the need to hide that we were checking each other out. I loved the fact that his eyes kept coming to me and he would give me a small smile that said a lot. We still got lots of work done, but there were a few moments when we were close together when one of us would react to the closeness and we would look into each other's eyes and be caught there for a moment, before by mutual agreement we ended the intense look and got back to work.

Every evening we were together. Mark was good to his word and we had a table on Tuesday, and he waited on us with great amusement on our part as he tried to stay professional and we teased him for once. He even gave us the meal for free and stopped us leaving a tip. It was a really nice thing for him to do. I couldn't help thinking about his comment about the bedroom and how Simon and I had just looked at each other afterwards. It wasn't that I didn't think about it, but I still wanted to wait. 

Simon was really special and I didn't want to rush things. Not that I thought us sleeping together would ruin anything because although it had been a long time I was pretty good in bed, or at least I used to be. I was fairly sure I could remember how to please a man, I just needed to make sure Simon would want a lot more, but I doubted that would be an issue. His reactions to me touching or kissing him suggested he would be a fantastic responsive lover. And I needed to stop thinking about that if I actually wanted to get some work done.




A New Life Ch. 04



Work days I rushed to the office. I'd never enjoyed working so much as knowing that Simon would be there with me all day. Each night we managed to find something to do, either the cinema or the pub, or just going for a walk in the countryside, and every evening began and ended with more hot and heavy kisses. Knowing how good they were it was probably a miracle we managed not to do it in the office. 

My favourite nights were when one of us headed to the others house to watch DVDs, and we spent the evening snuggled together laughing at the comedies we both enjoyed. By mutual agreement we steered clear of any obviously romantic movies, although a few of the romcoms got pretty intense, or maybe that was just because of what was on our minds. I also enjoyed Friday nights when we went to the club with his neighbours and got to dance close together for most of the night, although that raised more than our expectations and we always ended up pressed together with our erections straining between us. 

One night we went to have dinner with Carl and his family, and his happy smile all evening was more than enough indication that he was glad for me. He pulled me to one side when Simon was busy playing with Owen, which in itself was having quite an effect on me, wondering about whether we might have some kids one day.

'I like him Greg, you can keep him!'

I pulled a face. 'I fully intend to. I didn't need your blessing, but I'm glad you can see what a great guy he is.' I glanced back to where Simon and Owen were playing with bricks on the carpet and couldn't stop smiling.

Carl got my attention back. 'Blimey bruv, you've got it bad.'

I just grinned. 'Yep.'

* * * * * * * 

Week four of our relationship was soon upon us, and despite the fact I was becoming increasingly sure I couldn't wait much longer, I had to focus on the fact that the project presentation was on Friday, and everything had to be done by then. Simon readily agreed to help me, staying late at work and working with me at home so we could get all the work done and my presentation ready. 

I preferred working at home because we could share kisses from time to time, but realistically we got far more done when in the office and we weren't doing that, and Simon agreed with me. I made one important decision that week. When Friday was over I was going to take Simon home and make love with him. I knew it was time.

On Thursday we were busy in the boardroom setting up for the presentation. I was nervous about that, and also what else tomorrow would bring, and I knew I wasn't being myself. Simon spent most of the morning in the copy room preparing folders for the managers with the details in, and I set up the room and organised the projectors and laptop links for the demonstrations and powerpoint slides. I hated doing the public speaking thing anyway, but at least I was sure this work had been done as well as it could be, even though I was going to give Simon major credit for that.

I was under the desk connecting wires when Simon got back with the neatly bundled documents. I backed out and turned to look at him, the look in his eyes taking me totally by surprise. He must have been looking at my arse as I worked, and his face showed lust, and lots of it. I saw him swallow hard trying to get himself back under control, and then I realised that I was on my knees in front of him and that wasn't going to help the situation. 

It didn't help me much when I had the thought of what else I could be doing on my knees and hoped I might get to that tomorrow night. He didn't stop looking at me even when I got to my feet and tidied myself up, and although the lust had faded a little, his gaze was still piercing and I shifted uncomfortably under it, knowing what he was thinking.

He cleared his throat. 'I wasn't going to ask this Greg, but I'm going crazy here. How long...?'

He left the question hanging, but I knew what he was asking about. I smiled at him and decided he could be let in on my plans. 'How does tomorrow night suit you?'

He beamed at me. Apparently very well. 'Why tomorrow?'

'I need to get this presentation over with.' He suddenly looked disappointed and I had to reassure him. 'It's not more important than you, nothing is. But I need to be here tomorrow and be awake, and neither of those is going to happen if I take you to bed tonight.' He smiled at me and I couldn't resist closing the gap between us, moving my hands to his shoulders. I continued talking and surprised myself with the intensity in my voice. 'Tomorrow babe. We can spend the weekend doing all the things I've been dreaming about since I met you.'

His voice when it finally came was soft, but almost a growl expressing his need. 'Promise?'

'I promise.' I growled in reply, and I couldn't resist him any longer, not caring where we were. I pressed my lips to his to seal the promise I had made. I moved my hands to hold him, one in his hair which I knew he loved, and one in the small of his back, wanting to move it lower but still having some control of myself. We kissed slowly but the passion was burning now we both knew what was in store for us. 

I'm not sure how long that kiss would have gone on for if I hadn't heard a gasp of surprise, and realised it wasn't either one of us that had made it. We broke apart fast and turned to face the source of the sound, which was our teammate Steve. 

He looked embarrassed and nervous, but I had no doubt that Simon was blushing as red as I was at being caught in that position. Steve mumbled an apology for interrupting us, but it wasn't as though he could have expected that. We had to explain ourselves and apologise to him, and to my immense relief he had no problem with us being a couple. We didn't need him to remind us that kissing in the office was not the best idea, but he did it anyway. Once he'd left I looked at Simon, and saw his cheeks still flushed red. 

'Well, that's worked better than a cold shower I reckon! Shall we get back to the presentation?' We worked on in silence until we'd finished, occasional embarrassed glances the only indication we were still thinking about the kiss and what was going to happen tomorrow.

* * * * * * *



A New Life Ch. 04



We're falling into a routine. I was again the first one up, dressed and making the coffee. It was Saturday morning and the streets were quiet. I decided to walk down to the bakery on the corner while Ashley continued to sleep. I wrote a small note to tell her why I was out and left it near the coffee maker. 

It was a glorious morning. The birds were singing and the scent of summer flowers saturated the air. 

The bakery smelled delicious. All the various spiced fragrances, breads and pastries made me very hungry. 

"Good morning," I heard from the back of the far counter. A lovely young lady smiled and came to help. 

"Good morning to you." 

"I don't think I've seen you here before. Are you new in town?"

"Yes, my name's Jim. I'm staying with a friend just up the street and saw your bakery." 

"Hi Jim, I'm Millie. My mom and dad own this shop. Everything we sell is baked here and there're no preservatives used in anything. We also use organic ingredients."

"Millie, what's your favorite bread and pastry?" 

"I really like this white chocolate chip, cinnamon and cranberry bread. It's one of our best sellers and when you toast it, the flavors just melt in your mouth. I also like the blueberry turnovers and our chocolate filled croissants are to die for." 

"With all this temptation around you, how do you stay so slim and fit?"

"I work at it. I am a competitive swimmer at Georgia Tech." 

"Fantastic! That says it all. I think I'll take one of each. Unfortunately, this may be the beginning of a new food habit." 

"I certainly hope so." Millie wrapped the three items separately and put them in a waxed white bag. 

When I returned to Ashley's place, she was up, wrapped in her robe and sipping on coffee. 

"Hey sweetheart, did you get us some goodies?" I walked over and we quickly kissed. "Hope you got to meet Millie." 

"I did. Cute girl, and very outgoing. She told me she's a swimmer at Tech." 

"She is. Her parents are very proud of her. She's their only child and is a brilliant student as well as a swimmer. She wants to be an architect. Oh, I see you got their chocolate cranberry bread. That's my favorite." 

"Millie recommended it and said it was best toasted." 

"I normally just slice it and eat it cold. But let's try toasting it." 

It was unbelievable. The toaster slightly melted the chocolate chips and warmed the cranberries, which made them soft again. I lightly spread some strawberry preserves on my piece and it was divine. A new Saturday morning habit was just born. 

"So, my dear lady, what's the plan for this morning?" 

"Nothing really firm. The couple I showed around yesterday couldn't go out again until Monday. I'm not on call so we're pretty much free. You mentioned driving to the mountains, which would be fun. I could pack us a picnic lunch. I'm sure we could find a nice secluded spot along one of the streams." 

"That sounds romantic. Let's do it." 

She smiled and responded, "Let's jump in the shower and get this day going!" We walked to the bathroom. After the water was warm, we stripped and moved together under the water. I wrapped my arms around her.

"You are the most amazing young lady. I just hope I am not having a dream and that you'll disappear when I wake up." 

She grabbed my balls and squeezed them. "Do you feel that?" 

"Ouch, I would think so! You are going to sterilize me." 

"You can count on it if you wake up and disappear on me." 

I reached for the soap and gently washed her neck, breasts and genitals. The water was running down her breasts and dripping from her nipples. I leaned over and took one of them between my lips and gently sucked. She leaned back against the wall and let me have my way with her. 

Ashley's breasts were firm, upright and each nipple extended about a half inch. As I suckled one, I rolled the other between my thumb and index finger. I loved their brownish pink color and the slight dimple on the end of each one. She had a world-class pair of tits. I couldn't believe my good fortune. 

As I worked her nipples, she stroked my cock and gently squeezed my balls with her other hand. The warm water continued to flow over us and our passion took over. I turned her around to face the wall, pulled her hips out, and spread her legs to give me access to her pussy. I knew she was sore (or had been the night before) so I took it very easy on her. I squatted down and licked her clit and ass. She started squirming after just a couple of minutes and I could taste her vaginal fluids mixed with the shower water. Her clit was erect and I could feel its hardness on my tongue. 

I stood and placed my cock against her vaginal opening and slowly pushed. Her body then took over. She bent forward until she was touching the floor with her hands. I pulled gently at her hips and she backed into my cock. For a change, I was fully embedded without any stops and adjustments. It was just one steady advance as her vagina swallowed me. 

Ashley began thrusting her hips and my cock stroked in and out with each movement. I reached around to rub her clit as much as I could. Her pace increased along with her grunts and groans. She put one hand on the wall and reached under to rub her clit with the other. She pushed harder and harder against my body. I could tell that she was getting close. Her fingers seemed to be curled to form a fist and her breathing was very rapid. She arched her back and moaned loudly. The shower water continued to flow over us as an orgasm racked her body. But even as her climax raged, she kept slamming back again and again as my cock impaled her. When my climax hit, it was like a ton of bricks. I don't know if it was the position, the warm water and the way it flowed over her anus or seeing that perfect body totally dedicated to me; but I exploded with an unusually large volume as spurt after spurt hit the back of her tunnel. I normally shoot four or five streams with each orgasm but I must have done seven or eight this time. I was drained. 

Our bodies slowed gradually and I pulled out as she stood. Ashley turned and we looked at each other and began laughing. Then tears came to her eyes and she started crying. I held her close. 

"What's wrong Ashley?" 

She looked into my eyes and said, "Absolutely nothing. I'm the happiest woman in the world. I can't believe, after everything that's happened to me, that you came along. It truly is like a fairy tale and I don't ever want it to end." 

I stepped back and took her hands. "It doesn't have to end, ever. As soon as we can get you out of the marriage, would you consider taking a chance on me and become my wife?" 

Tears again flooded her eyes. She was shaking as she grabbed at the wall and slowly slid down to the floor of the shower. I sat down beside her and continued to hold her hand as she squeezed mine. As she regained her composure, she looked at me for several seconds and replied, "Yes." 

We sat there and kissed as the warm water continued to flow over us. 

*************************

Later that morning, we headed up through Canton and into the mountains. The car performed beautifully and took the curves like it owned them. We stopped briefly in Dawsonville, home of my all-time favorite NASCAR driver Bill Elliott. Then on up to the famous town of Dahlonega where gold was first discovered in the early 1800's. There was a museum about gold and the mining operations in what appeared to be the old courthouse. We watched the film and looked at the collection of gold coins minted from the local gold by the US Mint. There was also a display of gold nuggets and several of them were massive. Ashley's eyes coveted those nuggets but I convinced her they were too ugly and would clash with her natural beauty. However, just up the street was a jewelry shop that sold items fashioned from the Georgia gold. She found just the perfect necklace and earrings, which promptly went onto my VISA card. She giggled like a teenager when she tried them on. I have to say, they complimented her beauty. 

It was now past 1:00pm so we began searching for a nice picnic spot. We drove along one of the streams where gold had been found. There was a very nice pull off with a grassy area right on the stream bank. We stopped, spread the blanket and sat down to enjoy our meal. The conversation turned to her marriage and I asked her to give me as many details as she could about him and what he did. 

"His name is Bobby Collins. We were a couple in college and I thought we were in love and that he would be a perfect husband for me. But I learned later that my Mom was quite concerned about him early on. She was just too nice to tell me. I was blind to some things that were obvious later. He rarely wanted to just sit and talk. His idea of sex was all focused on what he wanted, not me. He was generous and gave me a lot of clothes and jewelry. Money was never a problem but I wasn't sure where he worked or how he got the money. He would leave the house around 8:30am and get home around 7:00pm most nights. Some nights, he would call and tell me to go to bed without him as he was tied up. I sometimes smelled perfume on his clothes when he got home and that obviously concerned me. 

"He came home one night with a bandage on his hand. He told me that he was cut when he tried to open a box. I later found out from one of his buddies that he got it in a fight. Several of his buddies would make passes at me and he just thought it was funny. Never once did he take my side and he actually encouraged me to have sex with them. I absolutely refused. That's when it started really going downhill. He came home one night, very drunk. He grabbed me and stripped my clothes off. All I could do was scream as he held me down and tried to rape me. When he couldn't get his cock hard, he beat me with his belt." She started to cry. I held her close. 

"I was so bruised on my side and legs from his beating that I just stayed in bed for several days. It hurt to even walk." 

After regaining her composure, she continued. 

"He then started leaving money on the dresser every morning after we had sex. Of course, that made me feel like his whore. 

"I tried to find a job but he passed the word around that no one should hire me. He seemed to know a lot of the business owners and they were afraid of him. No one would even talk to me about a job. I was trapped and he knew it. 

"My parents knew nothing about the way he treated me and I had too much pride to admit to them that I'd made a mistake. I didn't want them to know what was happening. I had no one to talk to and I became desperate. 

"One morning after he left, I was looking at the paper and saw a notice about one of the local churches conducting a marriage-counseling seminar. I called their contact number and a very nice lady answered the phone. She explained that the seminar was for couples; but some of the things I said convinced her to make a special appointment for me. She asked me to come that afternoon and meet with her and her husband. 

"They were a lovely couple in their 50's I suppose. They began by sharing with me their backgrounds and how their marriage had been a struggle. They had gone through some of the same things I was going through. It suddenly seemed that maybe there was a path forward. They asked me to talk to Bobby and see if he was willing to come with me and talk. 

"That night, Bobby was nicer than usual so I asked him. He was totally shocked that I thought we needed help. To him, our marriage was perfect. What was there to change? I couldn't even get him to consider my viewpoint. 

"I called the lady back the next day and they came to our house. I told them what he said and, of course, I began to cry. They comforted me and said that I should pack my bags and come with them. They'd make sure I'd be safe. They even helped me pack. I never wanted to return to that house or see him again. 

"Fortunately, I did have a lot of cash since I always saved what Bobby paid me as his whore. I wrote a note to Bobby saying that I'd left and that I wanted a divorce. He had my cell phone number, of course. 

"A day later, I was in Atlanta at a safe house operated by one of the local charities. A lot of abused women were there. My heart just broke for some of them. Bobby tried to call many times but I wasn't ready to talk to him; so I just ignored his messages. 

"The charity had a job placement effort and I was interviewed about the skills I had and what I wanted to do. While I was in college, I worked part time as a receptionist at a real estate office. When I mentioned that, they just happened to know of an opening at Keller Williams for a receptionist. I interviewed for that position and got it. It didn't pay very much but I had enough to last for a few months. 

"KW helped me find an apartment that I could afford and, after I was there for a few weeks, asked me if I'd like to train to be an agent. They saw something in me that they thought would make a good sales person."

I interrupted, "You mean something other than your natural beauty, intelligence and personality?" She smiled. 

"No, I guess that was about it. They paid for me to take a course in real estate and to get my license. They then hired me as an agent and I was pretty successful. The market was hot and a lot of property was moving so my timing was perfect. 

"After I was confident I could stay solvent, I called Bobby and we talked for more than an hour. He said he was sorry and that he really wanted me back. I explained that I was settled in and doing well but wouldn't tell him where I was. I definitely wanted a divorce but he refused by saying that I would come around someday and would want him back. Of course, that's never happened and he still refuses. The last time he tried to call me was over two months ago. I couldn't afford a contested divorce and the lawyer and court fees that it'd take, until now, of course. Your generosity has created an opening for me." 

I replied, "Well hold on just a minute. I don't want you to waste your money on lawyers if there's another way. What you've told me is enough for me to ask a friend of mine to look into Bobby's background. There's a strong likelihood that he wants to stay married to you so you can't be forced to testify against him. He knows that you know of his comings and goings, the fact that he brings home lots of cash and that he's apparently not working for anyone. That adds up to me as an involvement in drugs or some other vice like gambling or prostitution. Does he still live in Savannah?" 

"No, he lives in Brunswick, south of Savannah." 

"Ashley, I have some good friends enforcement. Would you object if I call them and give them this information? Maybe they can see what he's up to and help us out. If he's arrested and convicted, you can get the divorce quickly and it won't cost very much." 

"Would I have to testify against him in order to convict him? I know you said that I couldn't be compelled to testify but if I was willing, would that be needed?" 

"Not if the police can get solid evidence on their own."

"Ok, give your friend a call and see what he says. I want to get on with my life." We kissed and then munched on the sandwiches, fruit and cheese that she brought. Of course, we had unsweetened ice tea to drink. 

End of Chapter 4



A New Life Ch. 05



This is the last part of this story, and they finally get together, so this chapter is pretty full on. 

I want to say thank you to everyone who has voted, and particularly to those who sent kind comments and e-mails. As you will see, this is the first story I have posted and I've been really pleased that so many of you have enjoyed it. I have been reading on Lit for a long time, and writing for my own enjoyment for a while and I will put some more of my stories on here very soon. 



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Simon

By mutual agreement, I didn't see Greg on the night before the presentation. After the situation we had got ourselves in earlier it seemed a bad idea, especially knowing that tomorrow was going to be it, no more waiting. I had a funny feeling the next 24 hours were going to be the slowest I had ever experienced. The weeks of waiting had been good in a way because we had got to know each other far better than would have happened if we'd been sleeping together. Our hours together would then have been spent learning how to pleasure each other to best effect, which would have been great fun but not given us the closeness we now had. I was so relieved when he said I didn't have to wait much longer though, since it had been frustrating finishing each night with a kiss and not dragging him off and getting naked.

I felt strangely lonely as I wandered around my flat that night. I had spent every night with Greg and to not have him there, even if it was just to hold hands while we watched a movie, was very strange. I decided not to visit Mark and Charlie because I wasn't sure I would stand up to much teasing tonight, I was wound tight enough as it was. In the end my decision didn't matter because the doorbell rang and when I checked they were on my doorstep. I steeled myself before opening the door.

'We were just coming to check that you and Greg are coming to the club tomorrow.' said Charlie as the two of them came in. I groaned internally. How did I get out of that without making it obvious what else Greg and I had planned?

'Sorry guys, we made other plans tomorrow. I expect we'll join you again next week.'

I swear I didn't blush or twitch or do anything, and the tone of my voice was perfectly normal. Mark must have some sort of psychic ability when it concerns sex because he was instantly on my case. 'You're finally going to get laid then?' he teased. I know I blushed in response to that.

Thank god for Charlie. 'Leave it Mark. Unless you want to sleep on the sofa tonight.'

Mark looked affronted, but still amused, and just changed the focus of his teasing. 'Good idea, we haven't done it on the sofa for weeks.' he directed at Charlie, and got him blushing as well as me.

Charlie ushered Mark out of the door apologising profusely. I didn't mind it really, it was almost funnier seeing the two of them interact, but now I would also have to deal with questions next time they saw me. I could field them easily I guessed, and it would be easier for me to joke around with Mark when he didn't have the upper hand and I'd actually got some rather than being permanently sexually frustrated.

The night passed very slowly as I had anticipated, and so did the day at work. I was on edge the whole time. I didn't have to go to the presentation but I wished Greg luck before went in. He looked terrified and I wanted to hug him and tell him it would all be fine, but this wasn't the place to do that. In fact I was so on edge I didn't dare touch him for fear of getting carried away. I just had to make it through to 5 and all would be okay. Well, probably a bit after that because I could hardly tear his clothes off in the carpark. The thought amused me though. We could do it on the bonnet of Sally's car for full effect. I almost had tears in my eyes at the vision in my head making me laugh. I got an odd look from some of the team as a result but I pretended I was listening to a comedy on my ipod. 

When Greg got out of the meeting in the early afternoon we exchanged a look. He told me how it had gone and that management were pleased with the work we had done, but his look said a lot more. The waiting was over. Except it still ruddy wasn't, because I had two hours to kill. I swear that none of what I was doing on my screen made any sense whatsoever. I'd have to check it all on Monday before I could carry on. I might as well have been typing in greek because for once the code read like nothing I could understand. I could practically talk in these programming languages usually but all of a sudden my brain was mush.

Finally, it was time to go home. I had a quick word with Greg first. 'We didn't agree on where we are going?' I said quietly to him.

'I've got an overnight bag in my car, so yours if you don't mind.'

I shook my head to say no, I didn't. At this point I really would have gone anywhere and if he'd suggested the carpark I might well have agreed. I had changed the sheets at home in case, and tidied up because he'd never seen my bedroom and I figured that putting my porn away first would be a good idea. I wouldn't need that tonight if the man of my dreams lived up to anything like my expectations. And although they were high, I had a good idea that the reality would be a hell of a lot better. 

Greg knew where I lived, but he followed me home, putting me more and more on edge as I could see him in my rearview mirror when we stopped at lights, and I wanted him in my bed badly. I almost ran to the house to get the door open so we could get inside, and he followed me pretty quickly too. When he got inside I shut the door and we just looked at each other for a moment. It was like a brief moment of calm before the storm came. He smiled at me and pulled me close to him, wrapping his arms around me and making me surrender to his kiss. It made me tremble again, and when he worked his hand into my hair and took out the tie, letting it fall around me and allowing him to stroke it, I moaned.

I wasn't sure whether I wanted this to be fast and frantic or slow and passionate. Greg seemed to have decided on slow. We kissed with increasing passion and force, but he made no attempt to get inside my clothes or touch me anywhere he hadn't already. I broke the stalemate there and ran my hands slowly down his back, resting them on his cheeks and pulling his crotch closer to me. I heard him give a little gasp and knew he liked it. I pulled his shirt out from his trousers and let my hands wander underneath it, feeling the soft smooth skin for the first time. He took the hint and his hands slid to my front and he started to undo the buttons. 

My hands moved around to the front of him shortly after, when I remembered his hairy chest. I ran my fingers through it, gently tugging at it and both hearing and feeling his moan in response. That was too much for me and I needed to see him too. I struggled to get my hands out from under his shirt and got our arms entangled as I desperately tried to get to his buttons to get him out of the shirt that was just getting in the way. He broke away from our kiss, his eyes darkened with the passion we were both feeling, and started to help me, leaving my shirt open but for one button at the bottom. 

I ripped it off and got out of the thing, watching intently as more and more of his chest was revealed. I had a light covering of hair across my chest but little or nothing down my stomach. He had dark fur all across his chest, tightening to a line straight down his middle and leading enticingly into his trousers where I could see the tent of fabric showing his arousal, and although I had felt it and seen such a sight before, it just reminded me that I needed to find out how big he was, because that bulge gave me the idea it was going to be impressive.

'We're going to have to take turns.' he said, and pressed me back into the wall. I wondered what he was talking about until his kiss moved from my lips to my neck. I automatically tilted my head to let him kiss and nibble at me, turning all but one part of me to jelly because this was a major turn on. When his hand swept across my shoulder to move my hair away I jolted with the electricity that went through me at his touch. And when his mouth moved further down and finally captured one of my nipples I went into overdrive. My hands went to his hair and stroked through it while I moaned my pleasure. It was a most pleasurable torture, because every move he made on my nipples went straight to my dick, and it was desperate to be set free. When his hand went to the other side of my chest and he started to tweak at my other nipple and rub his thumb across it I was in heaven. 

Finally the pleasure became too great and I knew I would lose control if I didn't stop him. 'My turn.' I growled, as I pushed him off me and led him towards the sofa. I sat him down and then straddled him, my erection obvious in my trousers, and I saw him looking. I kissed him again before doing much as he had done, licking and nibbling along his neck and finding the pulse there, then down, but all the while I had my hands on his chest, playing with the hair that intrigued me. His moans now filled the room, and he gasped when I finally licked across one of the nubs on his chest. I guessed his were just as sensitive as mine, because I could feel the response in his trousers. I would get to that, but first I had to get him as hot as I had been. 

It wasn't difficult either. He was so responsive to my touch, just as I had been to his, and I guessed that waiting had built up quite a high level of desire in both of us. I managed to break away from him eventually, not really wanting to stop doing anything that gave him so much pleasure, but needing to move things on for both of us.

'My room.' was all I could get out, but he managed to get up on shaky legs and follow me. I was finally going to get him into my bed. I practically threw him back onto it when he came through the door, and had his trousers undone and down his legs before he had time to object. He had long, lean and hairy legs, and his cock was straining to get out of his boxers. I figured I would leave that a moment longer and started to kiss and caress his legs, starting at one ankle and working my way up to the knee, and then doing the same to the other. I trailed my tongue over the hair and skin, and nibbled on his calves. He made less noise when I did this but clearly had no desire to stop me, and the occasional moan still drifted to my ears. 

When I started on his upper legs, particularly the inner thighs, I got a lot more reaction from him, and subconsciously or not, he spread his legs for me to get better access. I could also see how much his underwear was under strain, and wondered quite how big he was. Certainly well hung, anyway, and my mouth watered at the thought of getting my hands and mouth on him. My cheek brushed against his balls and the base of his cock when I reached the top of the first leg and he moaned loudly, and then groaned his disappointment when I headed back down to his other knee to treat the other leg to the same. Again, my tongue trailed ever upwards and I occasionally paused to nip and kiss him too. His skin there was wonderfully smooth and I could taste him, but I wanted more.

I sat up a little so I could consider my next move. Well, basically how I was going to get his boxers off, and the sight of him took my breath away. He was trembling all over, his eyes closed and his mouth curled into a slight smile but he was panting slightly too. He seemed to suddenly notice I was no longer touching him, and opened his eyes to see me looking lustfully at him. He solved the problem of his boxers by starting to push them down himself.

'Get naked babe.' he told me. I stood up and started on my trousers, watching him as his hands slowed and he pushed his own underwear down so slowly, clearly waiting for me to join him before I got to see him properly. He was probably also teasing me, because I couldn't keep my eyes off his crotch, wanting to see his cock when it was released. Once I got my button and zip undone I went for the full reveal, and pushed everything straight to the floor. I was pleased to hear him moan when he saw my own dick, pointing to the ceiling when it was no longer contained and already leaking thanks to what he had done to me and his reaction to my attention. His own clothing swiftly followed.

I gulped when I saw him fully. His cock was long and thick. I had a moment of wondering whether he would break me, or if I'd ever sit down again, but if I got to sit on that regularly I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life standing. It was magnificent. It's not like I ever had any complaints about what I'd been blessed with, but he was in a whole other league. I had about 8 inches, but he must easily be 10. I had a dildo that length, but it wasn't as thick as he was. And it was all the way down too, it wouldn't even be an easy start, but I was going to try at some stage, and soon. I heard him start laughing, and it brought my attention up to his face for a moment.

'Are you going to stare at it all night or can we do something that involves a lot more touching?' He was definitely teasing me now.

'Sorry, it's just I knew you were hung, but damn!'

He looked concerned for a moment. 'I'm not expecting you to take it babe. Anything you want to do will be fantastic.'

I was confused by that comment. 'Don't you want me to?'

He looked embarrassed. 'Not many guys have wanted to, and I don't think I've ever managed, um, full docking. It takes a lot of work to get there and I've never had the time to.'

I stared at him hard. 'We've got all the time we need. Right now though, I think we need to take the edge off, and then perhaps we can have the conversation we should probably have had already but for the fact it would have driven us nuts, and work out who likes what.' 

I winked at him as I finished my sentence, but didn't give him time to reply, I just fell to my knees and worshipped. I licked, I sucked, I caressed and stroked and cupped, I tried damn hard to get him right down my throat, but there was no way it was happening tonight. About 6 inches was all I could manage. My jaw ached, but I didn't care, so long as I could keep playing with this huge tool which was attached to the man I loved. And so long as I kept being treated to the stream of moans and cries of ever increasing volume. When I realised he was going to come I backed off and waited for his load, and soon I was drinking from the fountain as he stiffened and cried my name.

I kept gently stroking him as he came and sucking on the head so he would give me all he had. He tasted so good and I swallowed every drop like a man who had been dying of thirst, licking up the last drops as he finished pulsing. I heard a long drawn out groan from him as I let his dick slip from my mouth as it softened a little. He was spent. I however was more turned on than I thought I had ever been, and from the look of him, I wasn't going to get a release for a little while. It looked like I had sucked all the life out of him. He was flushed and panting, still groaning slightly, and his eyes were still shut as he tried to calm himself. My dick lurched at the pleasure of having put him in that state.

I got onto the bed and lay down beside him. My hand went to his chest to gently stroke across it. Now that I could finally touch him I didn't want to stop for a long time, even if it was just calm and soothing motions as he recovered from his orgasm. I wriggled as close as I could to him without jabbing him in the side with my own erection which showed no sign of receding. I wanted to let him come to me, not seem insistent that it was now my turn. I could be fairly sure that would come at some point soon. And I could be patient, because the view I had while I was waiting was to die for. His lightly muscled chest and stomach were begging to be touched and I traced the muscles and lines softly. I ran my fingers through the hair, twirling it through my fingers as I followed the trail down his stomach, not too far, but it still seemed like his massive cock was starting to grow again.

He was wrong if he thought I wouldn't want to, or couldn't take him. I was desperate to and with a bit of preparation I knew he could fit. And at least I could give him something he had never had before, that "full docking" he spoke about. The phrase amused me. I guessed he must have done some bottoming if most of his liaisons hadn't wanted to take him in them, and I enjoyed fucking and was sure I would with him, but what I loved best of all was being taken by a well-hung man. He more than fulfilled that description. Just thinking about being impaled on that cock had me moaning softly. I stopped when I heard gentle laughter, and looked back to Greg. His eyes were now open and he was a lot more calm, but he still had a slightly glazed look about him. 

He put his arms around me and pulled me down for a kiss. I was sure he could taste himself on me, and he almost seemed to make a more thorough exploration than he had done before. Perhaps it was just now that our brakes were off it was time for me to experience all he had to give. My thoughts went back to that cock, I really wanted to be given that!

He rolled us so I ended up pressed into the mattress by his glorious body. I just sighed my contentment. It can't have been all that comfortable for him because my cock was still rock hard and was pressed into his crotch but he didn't move for a little while, just keeping on kissing me until I moaned. Then he started to repeat what he'd done in the hall, licking and nibbling my neck and down onto my shoulders, and then across my chest. When he hit a nipple my cock jerked hard and hit him in the balls. He pulled off me for a second and smiled.

'I know baby. I'll get to that in a moment.'

My moans were desperate now, the pleasure he was building up in me yet again and having had no release taking its toll. As he slowly slid his tongue down my stomach I writhed on the bed, trying to rub my erection against him somehow by bucking my hips. All that happened was his hands went to the sides to hold me down, and it made me moan even louder. Then I couldn't do anything other than beg.

'Please Greg, please. Suck me, please, I can't take this any longer.'

He looked at me and grinned, then shifted down so he was looking at my erection. If I'd been able to move my hips I would have been thrusting it up towards his face no matter how desperate that looked. His tongue flicked out and across my head to lick up the precum forming, and I screamed my pleasure. A few more licks followed and I tried as hard as I could to move and get him to take me into his mouth but he seemed quite happy to set me on edge like this. After a moment he looked up at me.

'Time to show you one of my special skills love.'

And then he took a breath and swallowed me whole. If I'd not been about ready to explode I'm not sure I would have believed my own eyes, but my brain was a bit fogged. As he raised his head again my cock started to reappear from the softness and heat of his mouth, and my eyes rolled back in my head as he went to work on me properly. I didn't see anything else of what he did, but I sure as hell felt it. Every part of me was on fire, trembling, and ready to explode. I could feel his lips and tongue moving on my shaft, and the head hitting the back of his throat each time he took me all the way in, his warm breath coming out of his nose right onto my groin driving me even more wild. Before long it was too much, and the orgasm coursed through my body as I shot everything I had into his hot mouth.

It was my turn to lie there like a limp rag while he first cleaned me up gently and then lay beside me, stroking my chest, and then hugging me to him. I couldn't even lift my arms to return the hug to start with, he'd made me come so hard. As soon as I could I started to kiss and caress him back. When I finally got my breath back I opened my eyes and he was smiling at me with so much love in his eyes I couldn't help but roll him over and try and kiss him senseless again. When I pulled away from him he just grinned.




A New Life Ch. 05



'So I take it you like my special skill?!'

I grinned. 'It's a damn good thing you didn't tell me you could do that before now, else I'd have ripped your clothes off weeks ago!'

We laughed together, happy to have let off a bit of steam. And I wasn't kidding. No-one had ever been able to do that to me. I wasn't in his league when it came to cock size, but I wasn't small either, so that was some skill. And one I was sure I would enjoy a lot. I had a moment of regret thinking I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to do that to him. But I would do my best. And I could still give him the full docking, I was convinced of that.

'You're pretty talented as well you know. It would have been a miracle to get mine down your throat, but it was amazing.'

'Thank you. And you haven't seen all my talents yet.' I heard him groan, and felt a twitch between us. He wasn't quite ready for round two, but if we went the way I wanted he'd be plenty hard enough by the time we were good to go.

'Greg?'

'Yep, I'm right here. What do you want?'

I grinned again. 'I want you.'

His grin joined mine. 'You have me. I believe we were going to discuss, um...'

'Docking procedures?!' I finished, laughing. He joined me.

'Okay. I guess the question is who is docking first. Or do you only like it one way?'

'I like both babe, but I prefer to be the one docked with, if you get my drift. And I really want to try your cock in my berth.'

We were both giggling through the silly conversation, but he looked a bit nervous when I said I wanted him to take me.

'Are you sure you can take it? I don't want to hurt you. I'm quite happy to be on the receiving end. Mind you, I'm not sure I've taken anyone as big as you before either.'

I smiled. 'In either case, it just takes the right amount of preparation. And yes, I'm sure I can take it, if you get me ready. Like I said, we've got as much time as we need. That's the advantage of relationships rather than a quickie.'

He just kissed me in reply. That was enough to say we were agreed on the next stage. And god, I really did want to feel that huge cock in me, and the more I thought about it the harder I got. It wasn't going to be easy, but it would definitely be worth it. I lifted myself off him for a moment to reach into my bedside drawer, and handed him my bottle of lube with a grin on my face. And then just in case he hadn't got the hint, I rolled off him and lay on my front, waiting for him to make a move. 

I expected him to go for my hole straight away, but he straddled me and sat on my arse first, starting to massage my shoulders. That felt really good, and I relaxed into the mattress and moaned. His hands kept moving across my shoulders and back and he varied the motions and ran his hands up and down my spine occasionally too. It was the sort of massage you'd get professionally, not at all sexual, but the fact we were doing it naked and he was sitting on me with his cock resting against the small of my back, well that had me turned on a great deal. By the time I felt him shift his weight and move further down the bed, I was moaning with desire already. He began then to massage up my legs a little, but he moved to my asscheeks pretty quickly, circling and separating them. That felt really good too.

Suddenly his breath was against me and his tongue was licking at my entrance. I could only moan louder. He kissed and licked at my hole and circled around it, all the time making me harder and more eager. I started to push myself towards him a little and his tongue pushed inside me slightly. I cried out his name and that spurred him on to a quick bout of tongue fucking that had me practically creaming my sheets. His mouth and tongue had so many "special skills" I wasn't sure I'd survive learning about all of them.

When his face was replaced by his hand and I felt the first gel coated finger enter me I just sighed in pleasure. Before I really knew it there were two in me and I was writhing and humping back on them. I liked playing with myself, but it was so much better when someone else did it and I didn't know what to expect. His technique was again amazing. I begged for three fingers and didn't even wince when they entered me, I just kept on riding them. When those fingers found my gland I nearly jumped into the air, assailed with the familiar intense sensation. He circled and pressed into it, and I lost my load into the sheets, groaning loud as I came. He didn't even stop, although I felt a lot more full and realised he was now up to four fingers. I was still loving it and couldn't wait much longer for his cock. 

'Greg, please.' I moaned out. He took the hint and withdrew his fingers, making me feel suddenly empty and desperate to be filled again. That was going to happen, and some, any moment. He rolled me over and kissed me yet again. I'd never get tired of his kisses. Then I felt what I was after pressing against me. I exhaled and tried to relax, and when the head of that massive cock entered me I wasn't sure if the pleasure or the pain was more intense. 'Stop. Give me a moment.' I begged. It must have taken a lot of control for Greg to do that, but he didn't move a muscle, intent on not hurting me. I guessed he knew I was in some discomfort, but we also both knew that often happened initially until you got used to the welcome intrusion. I gave a little wriggle when the burn subsided, and that felt good. 

'Okay, I'm ready for more. Slowly.' He took me at my word, and the slide inside me might have been so slow I wouldn't have noticed, if it hadn't been expanding me quite so much. If I winced or drew in a sharp breath he stopped again and we set up a routine where he would stop and I would wriggle again to get him started when I was ready. He seemed to like me wriggling while he was inside me too because it always made him moan. My eyes were closed, but I could imagine the intensity on his face, and I knew how difficult it was to do this and not just fuck hard and come, but he was making love to me. That made me open my eyes for a moment to check him out, and the love and lust showing in his gaze just made us smile at each other. I didn't dare glance down further to see how much more of his massive pole there was for me to take.

It just seemed to keep on coming, for several long minutes we just stopped and started. And I was glad I had come from his fingers, because every tiny movement rubbed right along my prostate. I was feeling very very full and still some burn, but frankly this was still heaven. Eventually I felt his balls against me, and the pleasure I felt at having taken all of him, and being the first one to do that, well I couldn't stop grinning. It probably helped that I was still in anticipation of the actual fucking, and that was going to be magnificent. I looked at Greg and he seemed more surprised than anything else, just staring down at where our bodies met. I giggled and he moaned. 

'Stop doing that. I'm not going to keep it up if you do.' he complained, mock offended. I knew the problem was it felt good, but probably a bit too good if he actually wanted to do something now he was here, rather than shoot immediately.

'I can't help it. You feel wonderful. And I told you we could get to "full docking"!' I raised an eyebrow to emphasise the joke. It made him lean down to kiss me, and the sudden shift of his cock in me made us both groan.

'You feel wonderful too.' he said quietly, and then kissed me harder. It was even more intense playing with his tongue when he was inside me, and the desire burned bright yet again. That moment also helped me relax, and the fit didn't seem quite so tight any more. He obviously felt it too, because he drew back to look at me, his face asking me a question. I swallowed hard in anticipation and nodded. 

Agreeing to him fucking me was the last coherent thought I had for some time. He started to withdraw and thrust again, very gently and each time increasing the amount he was moving by and the speed of his motion. Each time he bottomed out I shouted or groaned, and I have no doubt there were streams of expletives coming by the time he was almost withdrawing from me and then putting himself all the way back in. Each time he did the pressure against the spot had me almost seeing stars, and finally that feeling was too much. He pressed in again and I shot all over us, crying out his name. 

He hadn't come and he didn't stop, he just took my orgasm as his trigger to start thrusting harder and faster, and I just lay there taking it, pleasure building in me yet again. I wondered if I could come again, but as soon as I felt he was that was it for me. His pulses inside sent me over the edge. I was dimly aware of him crying out as he shot but mostly I was just feeling my own pleasure.

We lay in silence for quite a while afterwards, both of us trembling with aftershocks and panting as we got our breath back. I knew I'd never had better, and I didn't want anyone else either. This was it for me, I hoped. I could happily live the rest of my life with this guy, if he'd have me. Please let him want that too, I thought. I could happily stay under him for the rest of my days too, he was so warm and comforting as he pressed me into the mattress. He was probably heavier than me but it didn't feel like I was being squashed, more like protected from anything else. I sighed my contentment, and he moved to kiss me lightly. I moaned as I felt him shift and his dick slid from me. That was the end of my contentment for a few minutes. I moved quickly to get up.

'Got to go clean up.' I said, with some regret at having to leave him, and headed to the bathroom. After I had sorted myself out I came back with a flannel to wipe him down. He was dozing and barely stirred as I wiped him down. My cum was everywhere. He had some in his hair, but I just wiped his body and then his cock down, figuring we would go for a shower when we woke up. It had been a long day, capped off with the best ending I could possibly have imagined, and we had the whole weekend to come. I snuggled up to him and put my head on his chest and an arm and leg across his body. Even though he was half asleep he moved a little towards me to get comfortable, and moved his arm to put it around me. The perfect end to a perfect evening, curled up with the man I loved.

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Greg

I woke up to sunlight streaming over the bed, highlighting Simon's hair and body, as if I'd have needed any more reason to look at him. I must have shifted around in the night, because we were both on our sides, arms around each other and legs intertwined. I had morning wood and it was resting on his own erection. I couldn't stop myself smiling, this was the best morning I'd ever had. Nearly three years of waiting to find the one and now I had him. And he'd not only wanted and been able to take me, he'd clearly loved it too. He had been right, it was better to be in a relationship and take your time than it just be about getting off as fast and hard as you could with someone you had just met. 

I had a sudden moment of regret. I'd brought enough clothes and stuff for the weekend, but not for work. I'd have to go home at some point. I didn't want to leave him, ever. Perhaps I could persuade him to come with me, and we could christen my bed while we were there, but that didn't deal with the fact we had separate houses. I wanted to be with him every night. Was it a bit early to broach the subject of moving in together? Probably. I had only met him a few weeks ago, but it felt very right from the first moment, and certainly once I knew he liked me too. My sigh made him stir and him wriggling against me rubbed our erections together and made me moan.

His deep brown eyes opened to look at me, and then he gave an answering moan when he felt me twitch, and then groaned as he stretched out a little.

'Are you okay?' I asked, a little nervous because that didn't sound good.

His eyes came back to mine and he smiled. 'I'm great. Just a few aching muscles. And when I think about how I got them, I'm not going to be complaining!'

That thought made me smile too. I'd lay bets on me having some similar aches and pains, especially in my thighs from when I was controlling that long and slow slide into him, but how could I possibly mind that when the end result had been so incredible. 

'So what are we going to do today?' I asked, with a wink at the end to make sure he knew what sort of activities I would like to be doing.

'69, followed by a shower and then some breakfast. After that, you can pick something.'

'I've got a bit of time to think about it. Your suggestions to start sound excellent.' I had enough of him wrapped around me that I could roll onto my back and take him with me. I figured he'd prefer to be on top for this bit. I kissed him and he moaned, our erections together again but this time pressed between our bodies. He started to slide down me, kissing and licking as he went, his hair falling around him so I couldn't see his face, and I had the strangest recollection of the dream I'd had where he did this. It was almost like I'd been here before. I moaned even before he started licking me.

'I thought you said 69.' I complained. I wanted to suck him too, and was pleased when he turned around and straddled me, his erection almost poking me in the eye. I was too turned on to laugh about it because he was already working me well, and I just grabbed hold of him and started to suck. I had mixed feelings about 69s. I never felt I could do as good a job when I was distracted by what was being done to me, but on the other hand giving and receiving at the same time was great. I tried to concentrate on what I wanted to do to Simon, and sucked most of him in, feeling him gasp and moan around me. That part of this was always fun, I wanted to get reactions even more because I could feel them directly. As I worked harder so did he, or maybe I was following his lead, there was no way of knowing for sure. 

All I could be certain of was that it was working for both of us. Muffled moans filled the room and soon my mouth was filled with his seed. A moment later I was shooting too, eyes closed as I experienced the joy of orgasm. I only opened my eyes again when I felt him move off me and turn around, and then I just stared and groaned. He'd backed off me when I came, and again just like in my dream, he was grinning while my cum dripped from his face. I practically growled as I sat up. 'Come here.' And I licked his face clean while he continued grinning at me. 

It turned me on seeing him like that and he certainly seemed to appreciate being cleaned off by my tongue. I sat back again to check I had covered every bit of him, and he was still grinning. I wiped that off his face temporarily with another kiss. 

'Are you psychic?' I asked with a grin on my face. He just looked confused in reply. 'It's just I had this dream about you doing that. It's almost as though you knew.'

He smiled sexily at me. 'So, you've been dreaming about me?' he asked, teasing.

'Pretty much from the moment I first saw you.' I replied honestly. 'When I saw you waiting for your interview I thought how nicely you'd fit against me if I got to hold you in my arms. I was desperate on your first day to catch a glimpse in the hope they'd actually hired the guy I couldn't get my mind off.'

He blushed, and it was so sweet I had to kiss him again. 'It might sound odd, but I'm glad I didn't see you when I came for the interview. I'd have been even more scared than I already was. I had enough trouble in the few days before I started keeping you out of my mind as it was.'

It was my turn to be confused. 'You didn't see me until your first day.'

He went bright red. 'I saw your photo. That was enough to set my mind racing.'

I grinned again. 'I didn't realise I took such a good photo!'

His blush started to fade a little but he still seemed embarrassed. How could I possibly be upset that he'd fancied me from the moment he saw my picture? I thought I'd move things along a little and we could get to the shower, as I was now feeling sticky and aware that I didn't smell as fragrant as usual. It was hard and sweaty work making mad passionate love. Simon didn't complain when I led him towards the bathroom, and he started it running so we could step into the spray.

We could have cleaned ourselves up but we both seemed keen to keep our hands on each other and so by mutual agreement we each washed the other down, paying particular attention to any erogenous zones, making us moan and giggle as we were played with. I started to wash my hair, but Simon stopped me and turned me so he could do it for me. It had never occurred to me that it could be erotic to have someone else wash your hair, and maybe it was just having his hands on me yet again, but I really enjoyed the experience, even more so when I got to return the favour and felt him tremble against me as I played with his long hair, knowing how much he enjoyed it being touched. I carried out a very slow shampoo and then conditioned it, recalling some techniques for head massage which I had received in a few high class salons in the past. That only seemed to turn him on more, and when I was done and he turned back round to face me I got passionate kisses in return.

Much as I could have played like this all day my stomach was now rumbling, and I needed to get some breakfast. I figured Simon did too or it wouldn't have been on his list of things we were going to do that day. I still needed to think what I wanted to do after, but when I considered it the only thing that came to mind was him taking me. It would be the perfect final act in the beginning of our sexual relationship. Most other things we had covered so far, and I needed to feel him too. I reluctantly got out of the shower and Simon followed, nothing being said but again we dealt with each other, drying our bodies off with fluffy towels, and throwing some clothes on quickly before we headed into the kitchen.

Together we organised scrambled eggs on toast plus cups of tea and sat down at the table to eat and drink. I had the same feeling as I had earlier, about wanting this all the time. Waking up with Simon, sex followed by a shower, and then sitting down together for breakfast, well it was all exactly what I wanted and I knew it would feel very lonely doing this by myself when I next had to. Not that I thought Simon would be chucking me out any time soon, but I would have to go home eventually. My thoughts must have shown on my face, because he started looking at me.

'What's wrong?' he asked.

'Sorry. Just thinking boring stuff about having to go home to get clothes for work.'

'Your place is quite nice, why do you look so unhappy about having to go there?'

I swallowed hard and looked him straight in the eyes before replying. 'You aren't there.'

The intensity in my gaze was mirrored in his yet again. He paused for quite a while before responding, perhaps trying to be sure of what I was thinking first. 'When do you want to move in? Or would you rather we lived at yours?'

A beaming smile spread across my face. 'I like it here. It's bigger and a nicer area, although you do have those strange neighbours!'

He smiled back. 'That's fine with me. I'm not sure I could face packing all my stuff up again so soon.'

I turned serious again. 'Simon, I need you to know, I love you. I want everything with you, and this is just the first step in what I hope will be the rest of our lives together. I can't imagine ever wanting to be apart from you again.'

He moved towards me smiling softly, and kissed me hard. 'I love you too. And I can't think of anything better than having you around for the rest of my life. When shall we go get your things?'

I kissed him again and lifted him so I could twirl him in my arms, both of us laughing at the silliness of it. I couldn't think of a time I had ever been happier. He loved me and he wanted me with him forever. I set him back on his feet and kissed him until we were both shaking and I could feel his hardness against me.




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'There is just one thing left to do. I want you to take me now, mark me as yours, and then we can go and start packing.' Our smiles met and I led him towards the bedroom to begin the rest of our new life, together.

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A New Life Ch. 05



We returned to Ashley's place late that night. She opened a bottle of pinot noir as I pulled out some leftovers from our previous meals. They were quite good after I warmed them. The day's events tired us and we headed to bed by 10:00. She put her new jewelry in a box but stored it separately from her other items. I wondered why but didn't ask. 

I said, "Do you mind if we just cuddle again tonight? Our interlude this morning took a lot out of me. Are you still sore?" 

"Actually, I feel pretty good tonight. The position we used this morning was a lot easier on me." 

"So you like me coming into you from the rear?"

"Yes, it feels very good, especially when you massage my clit. I've always liked doggy but with you, I think I like standing up and bending over better. It must be due to your size or a slightly different angle of entry." 

We decided to shower again before going to bed. Within a few minutes, we were nicely spooned together and I kissed the back of her neck while fondling her breast. 

We both said, "I love you" before falling asleep.

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The next morning, we decided to eat out for breakfast and went to the OK Café. Their biscuits, eggs, grits and salt cured ham were delicious and we enjoyed the lighthearted bantering with the server. All the servers were women and wore cute uniforms like they did at drive-in restaurants in the 1950's. The only thing missing was the roller skates. 

As I was paying our bill, Ashley asked, "Can we drive down now and check you out of the Westin?" 

"Oh, I almost forgot about that. I did tell them I'd check out this morning. Sure, let's do it now. It won't take long." 

Within minutes we arrived and walked to the room. It took only a few minutes to gather my remaining items and pack. When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Ashley reclining on the bed with her slacks off and her panties around her ankles. She was reading my newspaper.

"Now what are you up to young lady?" 

"Dear sir, my panties were stuck in my crack and I just had to get some relief. Would you mind coming here and checking me out from top to bottom? I'm afraid I may have missed my last service inspection and you know how things happen if you ignore the maintenance." 

"I can't imagine a lady of your means ignoring such basic needs as a service inspection. Of course, let me grab my tool box and we shall begin." 

I removed the emergency flashlight from the nightstand and retrieved a few Q-tips along with lotion, tissues and shampoo from the bathroom. She put aside her paper and smiled as I approached with the "tools." 

"Now, madam, we need to make sure you have the proper inflation in your tires and that the treads are still sufficient for your safety." I picked up her right foot and inserted a Q-tip between her toes, which were perfectly pedicured. I moved it in and out but she jerked her foot back.

"That tickles."

"That's OK. I got a good reading. This tire is about a pound low on air." I grabbed her foot and quickly put her big toe in my mouth and blew hard. She began laughing and kicking her foot at me. 

"Hold on, hold on. I need to check the tread." I grabbed her foot again and turned it up so I could see the bottom. I rubbed it lightly with my fingernails and she screamed and kicked again. 

"I told you I'm ticklish." 

"I know, but you don't want to be running down the street and have one of these suddenly blow out on you. It's very important to check the treads." She just shook her head and grinned. 

"Well, I think we can move on to your suspension system now. Stretch out both of your legs and let me inspect them carefully." I did a very close inspection and ran my hands up and down her tanned legs over and over again. Her thigh muscles were well developed and very firm. I made a big fuss over a small mole she had near her crotch. Of course, it was just a normal beauty mark type of mole but she pretended to be shocked and promised to have it checked. 

I asked her to turn over so I could check her rear suspension. Of course her legs were perfect but I made a big show of checking them carefully. 

Then I moved to the great part-her ass. 

As she lay on her stomach, I said, "Now madam, I can see that your trunk is fully loaded and that might cause a problem if your shock absorbers aren't properly adjusted." 

"But dear sir, other maintenance men haven't bothered to check my shocks. How do you do that?" 

"Well, it's a bit complicated. There's a small switch in your rear access panel that needs to be turned off and on. That resets the shocks. Now just lie still and I'll take care of it." 

I put some shampoo on my right index finger and parted her cheeks with my left hand. Before she could react, I inserted my finger as far as it would go into her rectum and twisted it from side to side. She shrieked and jumped, of course, but it was too late. The job was done. She turned briefly on her side, looked at me and just shook her head again. She was not grinning this time. 

"Now madam, you're leaking a bit of fluid. Let me attend to that." The shampoo was oozing out of her rectum and running down her crack. I quickly wiped it off with tissues. 

"I think your suspension system is fine but should be checked regularly by a qualified technician like me." 

"But of course. You do have reasonable rates, don't you?" She turned to lay on her back. 

"Yes madam. My rates are always reasonable. Now I need to check your headlights. May I lift your hood and take a close look?"

She nodded so I lifted her blouse to reveal her bra. I reach under her back, unhooked it and then pushed the cups up to expose her nipples.

"Madam, I can see a problem already." 

"And what might that be Mr. Technician?" 

"Someone has installed the wrong size headlights for your chassis. You should have much smaller ones. Would you like me to adjust them for you?" 

She was intrigued by that question and surprised me by saying, "Yes." 

I thought quickly and suddenly had an idea. 

"Madam, the problem with headlights these days is they have too much air. We need to remove some of that air and the headlight will return to the proper size within a few days. In order to remove the air, we need to drain them. Please get up on your hands and knees and let your headlights dangle freely." 

Her magnificent breasts hung down. I slipped my head under each one and sucked her nipples for about 10 seconds each. 

"Oh, dear sir, I'm so glad you know how to make such important adjustments. I don't think other technicians would even known where to begin." 

"It's important that you come to a certified technician. Now I need to check your oil level and we'll be finished. I see from your oil access port that someone has removed your dipstick. Do you happen to have one with you?" 

"No, I forgot and left it in the nightstand at home. Can we find something else that would work?"

"Well, it needs to be about eight inches long. Let's see if we can find something." 

I made a show of looking around but the only thing I could find was my dipstick. She examined it from top to bottom and finally approved its use. Ashley stood on the floor next to the bed and bent over to lay her chest on the mattress. She spread her legs and reached back with her hands to spread her cheeks. I slowly inserted my dipstick into her oil reservoir, brought it out and rubbed it off with a tissue, then reinserted it to get a proper reading. Her oil was all the way to the top so I declared that her level was satisfactory and we could now wrap up the exam. 

"But kind sir, other technicians insist on take multiple dipstick readings and averaging the results. Are you sure that only one reading is acceptable?" 

"I see your point. Maybe I've been too hasty and a few rechecks would be in order." 

I re-inserted my stick and took 20 or so rapid measurements until her engine was running well and her water temperature was up. Ashley's pressure relief valve finally blew and water shot out her overflow pipe and drenched the bed. 

"Now madam, I think we're finished here. Can I prepare your invoice?" 

"Just mail it to me." 

We quickly dressed and I checked the room one more time to make sure I had packed everything. 

I left the magnetic room key at the front desk, reclaimed the car from the valet and headed back to Ashley's.

While driving, I totally changed the subject. I asked about furniture.

"You know, we're going to need a lot of furniture for the house. Do you know of a good furniture store in Atlanta? It sometimes takes many weeks to have a piece made and delivered."

"I just assumed you had a bunch of furniture from your previous house and would be moving it." 

"No, I wanted to make a clean break of my life and all the sadness I was going through. I decided to donate it to the Salvation Army. They were very happy to get it." 

"I'll bet. They usually get people's junk." 

"So basically, I'm starting over."

"Do you want really good furniture or something that looks good for a few years?" 

"I want really good American-made furniture. You know I walked into a store called American Signature Furniture one time. I told the salesman to show me only pieces that were made in America. He didn't have any. Everything was made in Mexico, China or somewhere else in Asia." 

"Let me make a few calls and see what I can find out. I know some good antique dealers so maybe that would be a place to start. What kind of budget do you have to furnish the house?"

"I have no idea what it'll take, but let's do it right. What about a million dollars to start?" Her mouth flew open and she just stared at me. 

Finally, she collected her thoughts and said, "Jim, I'm in a world now that I don't understand. You have a million to spend on furniture?" 

"I told you Ashley, that I sold a very profitable business and I have several million from that. Does it make a difference to our relationship?"

"Of course not, I'd marry you if you were penniless. But you just keep surprising me." She paused and was silent for a while. "Sometimes I think I want to know every little detail of your life and then I remember how much I like pleasant surprises. So let's just move ahead and I will eventually learn about you, one surprise at a time. But if there's something really bad about your history, I want you to tell me up front. I can deal with it. It will really, really hurt me and our relationship if there are bad surprises down the road." 

"Ashley, let's just say that money isn't a problem for us. I've been lucky in business and the one I sold was very profitable. You'll have a very secure future that'll allow you to do anything you want to do. And I promise, you will never have a bad surprise from me." 

"You mean that I may not have to work 16 hours a day in real estate if I don't want to?"

"Exactly what I mean. But I'm not going to plan your career. You need to do that and tell me what I can do to support you."

"God, I love you, Jim."

She again paused and was silent for a few minutes. 

"Ever since I needed help, I've wanted to be involved in helping abused women in the shelters like I was in. I just never had enough money to leave real estate. Do you think I could do that after we're married?" 

"Absolutely! I think you'd be very good at that."

"So after you tire of being my kept man, what do you want to do with your time?" 

"Have you ever heard of Habitat for Humanity?"

"Of course, they're based here in Georgia and build houses for people in need. One of my friends volunteers for them. Every summer, he and some of his buddies take a week off and go somewhere to help build houses. One of them even met a young woman while working on a project and they're now married." 

"Well, I've been reading about them and I think I'd like to volunteer also. I'm pretty good with a hammer and enjoy construction and painting. Of course, you may want to send a bodyguard with me." 

"Why's that?" 

"Once those lady volunteers see me, they'll volunteer for a lot more than building houses."

"There's that arrogance again." 

"Just stating the facts, madam." 

"Right." 

We drove on in silence to her place. It was Sunday afternoon and baseball was on TV--Braves playing the Phillies. I loved baseball so I asked if she minded me watching the game.

"Watch anything you want." 

I turned on the game and sat in my normal spot on the sofa. In about five minutes, I heard popcorn being made and shortly after that the aroma hit my nose. The smell of fresh popcorn is one of the best ever. 

Ashley came in carrying a big bowl and a Diet Coke for me. 

"That smells great. You going to share it with me?" 

"Of course." 

She sat down beside me, turned and leaned back into my arms, while stretching her legs to hold the bowl. It only took a few minutes before I slipped my hand under the bowl and rubbed her pussy through the pants. She adjusted her legs to give me more rubbing space and leaned her head back. We kissed a couple of times but we primarily just stared into each other's eye as I continued to massage her clit. She eyes were so alive with energy. 

She spoke, "If anyone had told me a week ago that all this would happen, I'd have called a shrink for them. This week and everything we've done just doesn't happen. I was planning to go visit with my Mom and Dad this week and see if they could give me some financial help. I was just about broke and a lot of bills were coming. I really dreaded that trip because they think I'm so successful. The last eight weeks have been very slow for me and I only had one closing scheduled for a small house. My commission on that sale was only $2,000 but I owed nearly $2,000 for rent on the townhouse and car. I'd already pawned all my good jewelry so I had no idea what I was going to do to just get food. Real estate agents have to look successful or no one will trust them. Just keeping up appearances is very expensive." 

"How were you able to get such a nice townhouse and all this first quality furniture?"

"It was a miracle, really. My boss at KW is married to a Coca Cola executive. They have tons of money. His wife was transferred to Europe and appointed a regional VP. She's responsible for all their operations there. It's clearly a stepping stone job as she was told it'd be for only two years. 

'The company had a fully furnished house for them so they didn't need to move anything but their clothes. He pulled me aside one day and told me about the transfer and asked if I was willing to stay at their townhouse while they were gone and take care of everything. I only had to pay $1500 per month, which is only a third of what these go for. Of course, I jumped all over that offer and moved out of the rat trap apartment I had into this mansion." 

"He sounds like a great guy." 

"He is. He knew my background and he was the one who interviewed me while I was in the shelter. He gave me the job. And he never once made any sort of move on me. Until you came along, I thought he was the nicest, most genuine man I've ever met." 

"So when are they due back?" 

"The two years are up in about four months but I've not heard anything for sure. It could be anytime now or sometime next year. You know how corporate transfers work." 

"That means you had some big decisions coming up." 

"Tell me about it. I'm not a strictly religious person but I started praying about all of this several weeks ago. God was the only refuge I had and it gave me comfort to think that He was concerned about me. Then, out of nowhere, you show up. Now you know why I asked if you thought we were meant to be together." 

I decided to stop rubbing her pussy. This discussion was getting serious. I wrapped both arms around her and pulled her onto my lap and held her like a baby. She laid her head on my shoulder and I saw that her eyes were red and flooded with tears. 

"I don't ever discount the power of God, Ashley. For some reason, unknown to me, I decided to move to Marietta. It just sounded like a great place to live and I was looking for a new start in life. Was God behind that? I have no idea. I never heard the angels sing and I don't recall any specific dreams telling me to come here. I was just looking through a newspaper one day and saw an article about Marietta and Atlanta. That got me thinking about it and I came." 

She responded, "Well, I think you're the answer to my prayers. I'm always going to believe that. There is no other way I can explain it. Would you be willing to go to church with me some Sundays? I think I need to begin going again."

"Absolutely. My parents took me to church when I was a kid. I stopped going when I went away to college and just never began again."

"Good, let's look at the options around here and begin going to different ones until we feel at home." 

"Sounds like a plan." 

We spent the rest of the afternoon just talking about life and the twists and turns it has for us and other people. I really liked her idea about working with women in shelters. That got me thinking about a job-training center that I could set up to help. With just a few million invested, it could make a big difference in the lives of many women and their children. 

We didn't have sex that night but did enjoy our normal cuddling and talking.

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The next morning, I called Brian after Ashley left for work. He answered on the second ring. 

"Hi Jim. What's the matter?"

"Don't get excited, Brian. I need to bring you up to date and I need some help." 

For the next twenty minutes, I reviewed the week (leaving out all the sex details, of course) and explained the situation Ashley was in. He was very interested and said he'd make a couple of calls to see what he could find out. He was pleased that I'd found a house and someone like Ashley. 

About two hours later, Brian called back. 

"Jim, are you sitting down?"

"I am now. Give me the details."

"Bobby Collins was caught in a drug sting operation about two months ago. He spilled his guts on some of the higher ups but he made a mistake of posting bail. He was shot execution style while he was out. So he's dead." 

"Wonder why Ashley didn't know that?" 

"Well, the story I got was that no one knew how to find her. She started using her maiden name when she moved to Atlanta but no one knew that. Now here's the most exciting part. The Feds did a deal with Bobby in return for him giving up the big guys. He was allowed to keep his house and all the money he had. He was going to jail for two years but that was really just a slap in the face. So Ashley, being the only heir, gets everything. She just has to go over to Brunswick and sign some papers." 

"I can't believe that you guys couldn't find her or at least talk to her parents to see where she was."

"You're right, but the locals were in charge of finding her. What I think is that they didn't want to find her. They wanted to run out the clock and then get their favorite local judge to forfeit the money to the city. Happens all the time in these small towns." 

"How much are we talking about?" 

"Over five million." I was glad I was sitting down. "Congratulations Jim. You came out smelling like a rose on this one." 

"Brian, I can't thank you enough." 

"Just doing my job, buddy." 

The rest of the day, I was a nervous wreck. I watched the clock and was just sure time had stopped. Finally, at 5:30, Ashley walked in. 

We kissed and I said, "Ashley, we need to talk. I have some very good news for us." 

Epilogue 

We were married about three months later. It was a big wedding since she knew a lot of people. Linda was her matron of honor and David was my best man. Jane did all the flowers and Ray's on the River did our reception. Her parents were wonderful and I could see where Ashley got her beauty. Her mother was a real knockout. But the best part is they seemed to approve of me. 




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We went on a 14-day cruise for our honeymoon and I booked the Penthouse Suite, of course. It was a very happy time. 

Ashley kept her commitment and continued to live in the townhouse until the Coca Cola executive transferred back at the end of the year. She moved full time into our house just before they returned. 

She paid off the pawnshop loans and reclaimed her jewelry, which really was worth a small fortune. 

She did leave real estate, like she wanted, and started working as a volunteer at two of the shelters for abused women. I started a vocational training center and hired the best instructors I could find that would be sensitive to the women's issues. We've now trained and found jobs for more than sixty women and thirty more are graduating soon. The lady VP at Coca Cola has been a big supporter of our effort and the company has hired more than a dozen of our graduates. 

I joined with Ashley's buddies and now help build houses every summer. Ashley works with her real estate friends to find safe housing for the women. The foundation I created to fund the training center pays half of the womens' rent for the first two years to help them get started. 

Lloyds Bank in Switzerland does a fantastic job managing our money. Even though I've spent more than five million, the balance is still nearly sixty million, the amount I had initially deposited. 

We are now members in a local Presbyterian church and look forward to bible study and worship every Sunday. 

Ashley and I are more in love now than ever before. I absolutely adore her. She's expecting our first child early next year and I've been busy working on a nursery. We don't want to know what sex it is. Remember, Ashley likes surprises. 

We admire and respect each other and talk about everything except my part in exposing a major crime and being in the Witness Protection Program. I'm no longer considered at risk but I've not yet contacted my parents or any of my prior friends. And I don't think I will. They are long over the pain of losing me. 

The End.