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Dumped

By: Slickman



Note: Have any of you been dumped and felt so bad that you locked yourself in your room? This divorced mother decided to help her son get through it the best way she could. All rights reserved. 

Maggie knew something was wrong when she came home and discovered her 18 year old son Todd's car in the driveway. Most of the time after school he was at his girlfriend Cassie's house and normally didn't come home until around 6PM for dinner. 

After divorcing Todd's father last year Maggie had not bugged her son to spend more time at home because she knew he missed his father. 

After putting down her briefcase by the front closet she walked slowly through the house figuring he would be playing video games or watching a movie in the den but he was not on the first floor. After peeking out the back at the pool and Jacuzzi she headed upstairs and saw his door closed. She tapped. "Todd are you OK?" She thought maybe he was sick or something. 

"Not really," Todd answered. 

"Can I come in?" 

"Sure." 

Maggie cracked open the door and saw him lying on his bed face downward. "Are you feeling alright?" 

"Cassie dumped me," he said softly. 

"Oh no," she said before sitting next to him on the bed. Her hand moved to the middle of his bare back and gently rubbed. "I'm so sorry." Her eyes roamed over his now fully developed body. 

"What happened?" 

"One of the guys told me that he saw her at a party with another guy. When I asked her about it today after school......she......she just turned and ran away." His mother's warm hand and fingers felt good on his hard muscular back. 

Maggie knew how bad he felt because she had experienced similar feeling after catching her husband Mike in an affair with this younger secretary. She still felt the hurt and anger. "I know how you feel," she whispered as she leaned over and pressed her body down onto his. Her face moved over his shoulder and lightly kissed his cheek. 

Todd appreciated her words but when her soft breasts crushed against him he tried to get his mind off of it. But her lips kept kissing his cheek as her hand rubbed over his shoulder and bicep. 

"I wish I could do something to take away the pain," she whispered. She too was starting to feel her passion rising because it had been almost two years since she had been intimate with a man. "Turn over and let me hug you." 

Todd could feel his throbbing down below. "It's OK.......maybe later." 

"Turn over," she insisted. Her hand grabbed onto his nearest shoulder and lifted him onto his side. Before he could object she slid her body lengthwise up against his and pulled him tightly into her. "I'm here for you. I love you so much." 

Todd wished now he had on more than the thin cotton shorts. Somehow he managed to push his butt backwards just enough so she couldn't feel his hard-on. However her breasts felt so good against him and she continued planting little kisses on his face. 

Maggie really didn't intend to cause any erotic reaction and was happy to still be able to hug her son this way. But her hand on his back continued stroking and rubbing until she realized her panties were getting damp. 

"I should get changed." The thin dress and bra she was wearing didn't stop her hard nipples from poking into his chest. She then felt his large strong hand rubbing up and down her thin back. It felt so good......too good. 

"Mom.....I love you too," he whispered now kissing her cheek and then down onto her neck. His fingers caressed up over her covered bra strap and then downward to the top of her covered panties. 

"Todd," she whispered knowing they were going too far. "We....we shouldn't..." Her words stopped when he opened his lips and nibbled on her earlobe which was a big G-Spot for her. "Ohhh." 

Todd forgot this soft body belonged to his mother. He needed to forget Cassie and lost track of right and wrong. "I need you." 

Bells were going off in her head but a fire was raging in her loins. She felt his lower body shift forward and then felt his manhood for the first time. It was so big and so hard. "We can't baby," she whispered. 

"Please," he whispered. "I'm hurting so much." 

Maggie knew it was so wrong but all she could think of was soothing his pain. 

"Move back," she whispered. As his body moved onto his back her trembling fingers snaked down over the small patch of hair around his navel and then slowly down under the elastic band of his shorts. 

"Forgive me," she thought as her middle finger explored lower until it touched the damp tip of his swollen penis. 

Todd quickly grabbed the waistband of his shorts and while lifting his hips pushed them down over his knees and then kicked them off onto the bed below. He dropped back and closed his eyes. 

"Oh my God," Maggie gasped when she saw how huge her son was. He was much bigger than her ex and much thicker. She stared at it until he grabbed her hand and returned it to his need. 

Mother and son became woman and man. Her fingers curled around his hardness and her memory took over. She giggled as he lifted his hips up and down practically fucking her fist. "Cum for me.......cum for me," she whispered. 

"OH GOD MA!!!" Todd screamed just as his dam burst and his hot juices shot up through her fist into the air. "AH...AH...AH!" 

Maggie's hand and wrist was covered with his spunk when she pulled her arm back. "I better clean up." 

Todd lay naked and motionless on his back realizing what had just happened. He watched as she walked back out from his bathroom and again sat on the bed next to him. 

"I only did that because you needed it. It can't happen again," she smiled before leaning over and lightly kissing his cheek. "I'll have dinner ready in 30 minutes." 

Todd smiled as she stood and walked out of the room. 

*****

"It wasn't that bad," Maggie kept telling herself as she undressed and changed her damp panties. "He really needed it." She put on jeans and a tee shirt and headed down stairs to cook. 

About twenty minutes later Todd strolled into the kitchen. "What's for dinner?" 

She turned and smiled. "Your favorite. Chicken fried rice." Nothing was said through diner about what had happened and she could see he was feeling better. "There are a lot more girls out there that would jump at the chance of dating you." 

"I think I'm going to take it slow for a while," he grinned. We only have a month of high school to go and I don't want to get locked up in a relationship." 

"My boy is a man," she said softly as he walked out to the den. 

Todd played some video games until he heard her enter the den. "It's Friday night and I normally go to the movies with Cassie. Will you be my date tonight?" 

"You want to date an old woman," Maggie said as she pushed back her dark brown hair. "It's been so long I've forgotten how to date." 

"You're not an old women and I got this movie today from Netflix," Todd said as he pulled it out. "How about movie night at home?" 

"Sure," she giggled. She moved to the large leather sofa and sat back as he loaded the movie and grabbed the remote. "Do you want some popcorn?" 

"I'll do it," Todd grinned. "How about a glass of wine?" 

Maggie knew things were spiraling crazy but she felt she could keep things in control. A few minutes later he placed the bowl of popcorn down between them and started the movie. The glass of wine turned into two then three glasses and suddenly Maggie was light-headed and feeling loose. "Want some popcorn?" She giggled before pulling away his tee shirt and dropping a few kernels under it. 

"Hey!" He laughed. Before he could stop him he did the same to her. They laughed and then Todd pulled his shirt up to find the popcorn. He looked at her and saw her looking at his tight abs and chest. "Your turn." 

"No," she giggled as she sat back. 

"If you don't do it then I'll do it," he dared. 

Maggie twisted around with her back to him and felt him grabbed the bottom of her tee. "Don't do that." 

"I have to find the popcorn," he whispered before lifting the shirt up over her sexy light pink bra straps until it bunched around her neck. "I didn't know my mother wore such sexy undies." 

Maggie closed her eyes and waited as his fingers moved around her waist. She knew he touched the popcorn kernels but neither acknowledged it because he continued pretending to hunt them. 

"I'll have to search everywhere," he whispered while rubbing over her navel and then directly upward until he touched the bra between her soft mounds. Todd stopped afraid to go on until her body leaned back onto his. Her head fell against his shoulder which meant her whole front was his to search and touch. 

Todd had touched Cassie many times before like this and even without the bra but her titties were tiny compared to the ones he was about to fondle. His two thumbs moved up over the silk covering until they found her hard nipples pressing outward. She moaned and he got braver and braver. 

Maggie's hands started to reach up and stop him but when he pulled her cups over her breasts and she felt the cooler air on her hard tips the hands dropped. She gasped for air when both strong hands completely cupped her treasures. 

"Ohhh...it's been so long." She let him touch for almost a minute before reaching behind her and releasing the bra clasp. "Do it softer," she whispered. 

Todd was in breast heaven. He experimented and when she moaned he knew he was touching her correctly. He knew she had not dated another man since her divorce and had not been with his father for a long time before that. He realized she needed this as much as he did. He kissed over her shoulder and down her arm until she twisted just enough for him to see and then engulf her hard dark nipple with his damp hot lips. Again she moaned and then turned her body until she was on her back. She tossed off the shirt and bra and fell back topless. 

Todd pulled off his own shirt and then crawled over her legs and hips before lowering his lips back to her chest. Her hands captured his head and directed his tongue to her need. 

Maggie's ex had never spent much time on her breasts so now her body was totally lost. She pressed her thigh up into his hardness and felt his thigh pressing against her covered pussy mound. As he got closer to cuming he lifted his face and moved it up over hers. She pulled down his mouth to hers and invaded his lips with her sharp tongue. They frenched and dry humped for another five minutes until he snapped his lips back. 

"I'm going to cum," he whispered. 

Maggie knew he was going to make a mess in his jeans but didn't care because she too was close to cuming. She pulled his mouth down again and their thighs rubbed and rubbed until they screamed at the same time. 

"OH GOD TODD I'M..........GOING TO...CUM!" 

"ME TOO!" Their bodies continued until they stopped from exhaustion. 

Maggie opened her eyes first and pushed him upward. "You better go and clean up." 

"OK but I'll be right back down," he smiled. 

Maggie waited for him to leave and then moved into her bedroom and locked the door. They had crossed many lines and she had to think about it before it got any further. 

Ten minutes later Todd moved back down in his cotton shorts hoping for a repeat of last night but found the room empty. After walking to her bedroom door he stopped and listened. No sounds were heard so he moved back downstairs. 

*****

It took both of them a while to get to sleep but then both overslept the next morning. Maggie made it to the kitchen around 10AM and had a large cup of coffee in her hand when Todd walked in fifteen minutes later. "Good morning," she said looking at his face to see his reaction. 

"Good morning," he said slightly blushing. His eyes dropped to her silky robe and her apparently braless breasts. 

Maggie too was checking out his robe which was open enough for her to see his bare chest and legs. As he leaned over to get the milk carton from the refrigerator she saw he was wearing his striped boxers. "I was going to take a ride to the cabin today. Do you want to go?" 

Todd poured the milk and took a big gulp. "Sure." After sitting down the glass next to her cup on the table he leaned over and aimed his lips towards hers. But she quickly turned and he kissed her cheek. 

"We have to talk about yesterday," she said as she leaned back away from him. 

"There's nothing to talk about," he grinned before reached down to cup her soft covered titty. 

"Yes we need to talk," Maggie said as she covered his hand with hers but did not pull it away. "We can't do this." 

Todd felt her hand relax somewhat and continued caressing her. "We both need it right now." 

She did need it but it was so wrong. Her eyes closed and then felt his hand find the opening in her robe and glide underneath. Again he touched her soft mound and again she moaned. 

"What am I going to do with you?" She asked. 

"Make me happy and I'll do the same to you." He fondled her other breast before dropping his hand down towards her tummy. 

"Todd no........not there," she said before grabbing his wrist with both hands. 

He tried to push downward but she was stronger than he thought. Finally he pulled up and away. It was then the phone rang. Maggie jumped up and answered it. It was Cassie. 

"Good morning Mrs. Blake," Cassie said. 

Maggie recognized her voice. "Good morning Cassie," she said looking behind her as Todd almost spilled his milk. 

"Is Todd there? Can I speak with him?" 

Maggie looked again at Todd who was shaking his head no. 

"Todd told me what happened. I think it's best if you two stay away from each other for a while." Maggie wasn't sure if she was saying it for Todd or for herself. 

"Mrs. Blake. I made a bad mistake and really need to talk to him and tell him how sorry I am. I love him." 

Maggie could tell she was shook up. "We are going to the cabin this weekend so maybe when we get back." 

"Let me talk," Todd said overhearing the conversation. He grabbed the phone. "What do you want Cassie?" 

"Todd I'm so sorry. I screwed up," she sobbed. "I love you." 

Todd knew the guy she had gone out with and knew he was a guy who liked to put notches on his belt. "What happened? Did Randy dump you already?" 

"We were never going out," Cassie answered. "It was just one night." 

"Did you fuck him Cassie?" Todd waited and heard nothing for ten seconds which meant she did and didn't know what to say. 

"Todd......please." 

He hung up the phone and walked out of the kitchen. 

An hour later the two packed the car and headed towards the mountain. 

*****

Maggie drove as Todd listened to his IPOD. Periodically she reached over and rubbed his shoulder but she could see he was upset after finding out she had actually fucked the other guy. 

The ride was two hours so it was almost dark when they arrived. After unpacking the car they had a fire going before they ate the sandwiches she had made. Nothing was said later as he sat on the front porch looking over the lake and she sat on the small sofa periodically putting wood on the fire. 

Todd was feeling sorry for himself. He did love Cassie but she had did him wrong. What made it really bad was that she had promised him her virginity and had given it up freely to the class cunt hound. He heard the door open and felt his mother's presence next to him. 

"Time will heal all wounds," she whispered. Her arm moved around his broad shoulders and her head moved to his arm. 

"I'm a virgin," Todd whispered. "Cassie and I were to do it the night of our graduation." 

"Intercourse is not what everyone wants you to think it is," she whispered. "It is just the end of the trip and the most fun is getting there." 

"I wouldn't know. I haven't gone very far on the trip." 

Maggie knew it was dangerous but kept going. "How far have you gone?" 

Todd hesitated. "We.......we have touched...you know everywhere and I have kissed her breasts." 

"That's pretty far," Maggie whispered. "Maybe tonight we can go further." Before he could reply she was on her feet and into the cabin. 

Todd moved back in and saw her pulling the bedspread off one of the two beds. He stood by the fire and watched as she pulled off the tee shirt and then released the snap on her jeans. "Shit she's going to undress," he thought. 

Maggie knew he was watching which made it all that more exciting. She had worked out enough to know her body was still nice and firm and felt goose bumps on her body as she pushed down and off her jeans. She then giggled and jumped under the bedspread and sheet. 

"Hey!" Todd cried out. "That's not fair." 

"Don't want to give all my secrets out yet," she whispered. "Are you going to join me?" 

Todd walked to the bed and watched as her body moved under the covers. She giggled before tossing out the bra and then the panties. He quickly jerked off his shirt and then pushed down his shorts and boxers at the same time. 

Maggie got a glimpse of his hard-on before he moved under the covers next to her. His hand grabbed onto her hip and she pushed him away. "Go slow. That's your first and probably most important lesson." 

"OK," he said moving back. They lay on their sides only inches apart looking at each other. 

"Let's move forwards but no hands," she smiled. Both moved forward keeping their hands at their sides. She felt the tip of his cock press into her stomach first and then he felt the tips of her breasts. "You have to learn how to control it." 

Todd wanted to reach down and touch her but froze and just thought about nothing to keep his excitement down. He let her move closer until his hard cock pressed from the top of her pubic mound almost to her breasts. "Can we touch now?" 

"No," she giggled. "Kiss me." 

Somehow he managed to keep his hands still while opening his mouth to hers again. Their tongues met and danced while their whole bodies pressed together. She broke her lips away and reached behind him to cup and squeezed his hard buns. 

"Just the backside." Seconds later his hands cupped and caressed her soft buttocks. 

Their kisses got hotter and their hands roamed making sure to touch every inch. She managed to keep her legs together until his middle finger parted her buttocks and pressed underneath to her dripping pussy lips. 

"OH GOD TODD!" When her upper leg lifted he quickly discovered how wet and excited she really was. 

"Touch me.......touch my pussy," she moaned. She moved onto her back and opened her legs. Her whole body was now his to touch and explore. 

Todd's experience with Cassie helped but he quickly discovered her experienced hole and managed to get two of his thick fingers inside. 

"Touch me baby.....make mommy happy," she purred. She didn't have to show him where her clitoris was because he knew. 

Todd played and rubbed until her hips were two inches off the bed and she was begging to cum. By natural instinct he shifted towards her and slid his hips between her thighs. 

Maggie didn't realize it was his cock head and not his fingers about to enter her depths. At least not until it had trouble getting inside her tight channel. Her fingers curled around the thick head and held it still. 

"We can't........not that...not now." 

"Please........I have to know........I have to get even with Cassie." 

Maggie felt for him but wasn't ready for that. "Lie back and let me make you very happy." She held onto his hardness until he was on his back next to her. She tossed off the covers and then licked the pre-cum from his pulsating tip. 

"OH GOD.....AHHH!" Todd moaned. Cassie had refused to give him head and now soft lips were about to swallow him. 

Maggie took her time licking and teasing. She sucked in both balls and slowly licked up the base until her lips once again swallowed him. He was so much bigger than what she had been used to so she had to angle her head enough to get most of him inside. She heard him grunt and then try to pull her mouth away. 


Dumped!



He watched her all through Easter lunch. 

Her dark green eyes, partially hidden behind the large glasses, rarely lifted from the plate before her. She had barely eaten any of the roast pork before her, simply pushed it around on the plate with her fork. Now and then she plastered a semblance of a smile on her face whenever mum or dad cracked a joke.

He hadn’t seen his sister in almost a year. He had come home for Easter break, taking time off from work and the pressure of his final year at university. His latest girlfriend from university had tagged along, and they were both flying back to Sydney on Wednesday.

His sister hadn’t changed much, still the long chocolate brown hair scraped back in a pony-tail, her perfect complexion and pretty eyes hidden by the thick glasses. She had on a high-necked baggy top, jeans and sneakers, so he couldn’t make out how her breasts or figure had developed. She had just turned eighteen over a month ago, and planned to attend university next year. Her mother had mentioned a boyfriend on the phone, but that it didn’t seem serious.

His shy, gentle sister was the complete opposite of his girlfriend Kelly. Kelly was popular and outgoing, with great tits and an arse you couldn’t keep your hands off. She chatted all through lunch, complimenting my mother on her cooking, the Easter decorations, the lot, trying to make a good impression. Lucky she was a great fuck. 

It wasn’t until later, when he and his sister were washing up, that he got a chance to speak to her alone.

“What’s up?” he asked her, playing the nonchalant older brother by four years.

She simply shrugged, head down as she continued to wipe the plates and put them away.

“Come on, you can tell me. You know I won’t say anything to mum or dad.”

Still she didn’t answer, and he pinched her on the butt as she leaned over to put another plate away. 

“Ow!” she cried, giving him a dirty look. “What was that for?”

“Is it your boyfriend? Is he hassling you, because if he is-“

“What boyfriend!” she muttered. “He dumped me last night.”

“Just before Easter?” he asked incredulously. Far from being a perfect boyfriend himself, even he knew better than to dump someone on the day before Easter. The day after, maybe. 

They didn’t speak any more because just then Kelly came into the kitchen. “Hey sweetie, I think I’m drunk on your mother’s brandy,” she giggled, sliding her hands around my waist as she mashed her big tits against my back. I could feel her hard nipples poking at me through my shirt. Her fingers brushed against my cock. Kelly was a live one! Flicking a glance at his sister, who was deliberately paying them scant attention, he slipped a hand, still covered in suds from the dishwater, behind her bottom and up under her short flimsy skirt. He felt her jump slightly as his wet finger pushed aside her silky panties and lightly traced the hairless valley of her pussy before shoving up inside of her before quickly withdrawing. He smiled when he heard her gasp. Two could play this game, he thought.

Later that night, he snuck into the spare bedroom that his parents had given Kelly and fucked her hard. His parents bedroom was downstairs, and probably knew what they were about, but put them is separate bedrooms for propriety’s sake. He didn’t give a rats ass if his sister could hear them from her room next to them as Kelly bounced on his prick.

When they finished he left Kelly sprawled snoring on the bed, and went to use the bathroom down the hall. As he was coming back, he heard a feint noise from his sister’s room, like something fell over. Stopping and putting his ear up against the door, he listened but didn’t hear anything. 

Shrugging, he rapped lightly on the door with the back of his knuckles. “Shannon?” he whispered.

Silence, then he heard a soft “what?” through the door. Turning the knob, he slipped silently into the dark room and shut the door behind him. Some instinct made him turn the lock.

He felt his way over the bed, thankful that his little sister hadn’t changed the layout. He heard her quickly move her feet as he sunk down on the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?” she asked. “Are you drunk?”

“Of course not,” he lied, thinking of the bottle of brandy he and Kelly had polished off between them after his parents had gone to bed. “I was just a bit worried about you at lunch and dinner. You didn’t seem to be yourself.”

Neither of them spoke for a while. Finally she asked, “Have you ever told a girl you thought she was hopeless in bed?”

“What?” he asked, caught off guard.

“Never mind. Go back to Kelly!” He heard the bedclothes rustle, and he put his hand out in the dark to stop her from moving away. Both stilled when they realised he was touching her naked breast.

“Did your boyfriend tell you that?” he demanded. His baby sister deserved a lot better than the jerk this guy sounded to be. His hand still cupped her breast, and he was surprised at how full it felt. He squeezed lightly, his thumb gently rubbing the hard nipple. 

“Adam,” she squeaked, trying to sit up and push his hand away. 

“Shh,” he said, using his other hand to push her back on the bed as he continued to play with her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. To his delight he felt it her shudder. “Tell me exactly what he said.”

Slowly he moved his hand down over her ribcage, over her flat belly until the tips of his fingers discovered the lacy edging of her panties.

“Adam, you can’t-” she protested weakly. 

He ignored her, slipping his hand under the band of her panties to cup her firmly between the legs. She stiffened, and he felt his rod stir. She was slick and wet, and he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from laughing. She must have been turned on by the antics he and Kelly got up to in the next room!

“You know,” he said, as he ran the tip of his finger teasingly along her slit. “If a guy tells a girl that they’re hopeless in bed, it usually means he hasn’t got the moves.”

His finger curled into her plump pink lips, and she moaned softly in the dark. He eased further down to the bottom of the bed, dragging the bed cover with him. He found her ankle, and slowly ran his hand up over her smooth skin to circle her knee.

“He - he said I was cold,” she confessed softly in the darkness. 

“Oh, baby, you’re not cold. You’re anything but,” he murmured, spreading her unresisting thighs apart. He breathed in the musky scent of her, the sweet smell of his baby sisters’ arousal. He felt his prick harden at the thought of sliding into her hot slick nest.

He shifted on the bed to kneel between her thighs, easing her thighs even further apart so that they hung over on either side of the bed.

“Does he make you wet here?” She whimpered as he slid his finger up inside of her. God, she was so tight!

“Sort of,” she panted. 

He eased his finger out of her and circling her clit. “Does he suck you here til you scream?” Her hips arched off the bed as he lightly spanked the erect nub.

“No-o,” she gasped. 

He heard her suck in her breath as he ran his hands up over her flat belly, up over her ribcage to tease the twin mounds of flesh. He leaned over her to latch his mouth onto one of her pouting nipples, sucking it into his warm mouth. She arched against him, her fingers clutching at his upper arms. 

His mouth inched up over her chest to gently nip her neck as his hands continued to play with her tits. “Has he ever got you off?” he breathed against her ear, letting her feel him straining against her panties as he slowly lowered his weight on top of her. 

“No,” she whispered huskily, squirming beneath him. She half-heartedly pushed at his shoulders, then froze. “Are you naked?” she exclaimed as her fingers ran tentatively down his back and over his hips. “Oh, my god! Adam, get off of me,” she cried.

“Shh,” he whispered. Then he kissed her. At first she struggled under him and he pinned her to the mattress with the full weight of his body, but soon her lips were softening under his and the kiss gentled, his mouth moving teasingly over hers. When her lips parted with a soft moan he took it as an invitation to plunge his tongue into her mouth. 

Soon she was returning his kiss, and he ran his hands over her, coaxing sweet shudders from her as he caressed her young body. She whimpered in protest when he tore his lips from hers to work down her neck, between the valley between her breasts and down over her quivering belly. 

“Baby, let me make you come,” he whispered, as he eased back from her slightly. She moaned as his fingers slipped under the sides of her panties and gently tugged them down over her thighs. 

“Adam, don’t -”

“Shhh. I’m going to show you what it’s like to be with a real man.” He lifted one leg then the other as he slipped her panties over her ankles and tossed them carelessly onto the floor before running his hand up and down the inside of her thighs. Slowly he pushed her knees toward her breasts. 

“Adam-”

He pressed one hand firmly across her mouth as he ran his tongue along her wet slit. His tongue snaked between the plump pink folds, lapping at her sweet dew, and her muffled protests could be heard against his hand. She bucked when he sucked on her clit, probing it with his tongue. Soon her fingers tangled in his dark hair, urging him on. 

He felt rock hard, and knew he had to shove his prick in her soon, needed to feel her first orgasm with a dick in her shatter around him as he bucked deep inside of her. His let go of her mouth and held her legs firmly apart as he cupped her bottom and lifted her up to his mouth. He began thrusting his tongue up inside her tight channel, dripping and ready for him. He felt his body tighten as she clenched and unclenched the walls of her sheath around his delving tongue as it licked up every last drop. 

She was panting and writhing on the bed as he eased him mouth from her. Grabbing his cock in one hand, he positioned it against her melting entrance as he moved over her. He eased the thick knob into her exquisite tightness, pushing against her body’s resistance. 

“Tell me now if you want me to stop,” he muttered as he lay on top of her with the tip of his cock sheathed inside of her, his body fighting for control. 

“Don’t, please don’t stop,” she cried, thrusting down on him with her hips. She moaned as she sunk down an inch on him, and his hands closed over her ass as he plunged into her to the hilt, stretching her around his spearing cock. 

“Sis you feel so good,” he grunted as he eased out of her before ramming back deep inside of her. As tight as she was, she was wet and slick so that he was able to work his large prick in and out of her without hurting her. He knew he was big, and that she was inexperienced, but he doubted he could hold on much longer before ramming her senseless.

Her boyfriend was a fucking moron! He thought to himself as he began to drive his cock deep inside of her with long fierce strokes.

She was moaning and bucking beneath him, her nails raking down his back as she strained to take all of him in. 

“Fuck” he muttered, the whole bed shaking beneath his hard thrusts, his balls slamming against her. He was unable to remember the last time he had such a tight pussy. He couldn’t believe his own sister felt this good. 

He slipped a hand down between their sweaty bodies, delving in the damp curls at the bottom of her belly. 

“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried, as he found her, all the while pounding into her with his hard cock.

He mouth slanted over hers in an urgent kiss as he rode her hard, pushing her left leg over his shoulder as he changed the angle of his thrusts as he slammed into her slick heat over and over. 

Soon after he broke the kiss her cries turned to soft moans, then almost inaudible whimpers. He groaned as he felt her body tighten around him, her sheath sucking him deep inside her as she rippled and shuddered around him. Her nails dug into his arse cheeks as her spasming pussy milked his cock.

“Christ,” he cried, unable to hold off any longer as he exploded inside of her, spurting his cum deep inside her pussy with long, shuddering thrusts.

He eased himself off of her, collapsing on his back beside her on the bed, his chest rising and falling as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“Definitely not cold,” he groaned, slipping his fingers into the heated nest between her thighs, oozing with his cum. 

“We shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered, even as her hand covered his, holding it firmly between her legs as he slipped two fingers into her.

“Your boyfriend is an ass,” was all he could manage. They both knew this would happen again.

“He also has a small dick,” she said, a small giggle escaping her, which turned quickly to a soft moan as he began to jerk her off. He felt her small hand brush against his belly, and his eyes closed at the exquisiteness of her fingers tentatively closed around his rising cock. Definitely not cold!



Dumped



The car sputtered to a stop and the engine cut off. She tried to start it but the motor cranked over and over. She hit the steering wheel and looked around the street. She picked up her cell and had no service. She tried to start it and kept going till the battery drained and the car slowly die completely. She knew she was lost in the town and had to get home. She pulled out her mace and decided she had to walk to a gas station.

She opened the door and got out. The wind was blowing hard as a storm rolled in. She adjusted her tight, black, mini skirt and tight tank top. She closed the door and locked up the Mercedes as she walked away in search of a phone. She didn't know where she was or what was in store for her as she walked down the cracked sidewalk.

She was a reporter and was doing a piece on the toxic waste being dumped outside the town. She had her laptop in her bag and kept it close as she walked. The town seemed deserted and too quiet. She looked at all the boarded up buildings and got a few pictures of them for the piece. She turned the corner and found the gas station. She smiled and walked faster.

She heard a noise and turned as a rock hit her in the head. She cried and fell to her little ass. She looked as a man in tattered clothes was approaching her slow. He groaned and threw another one and it hit her chest, winding her skinny body. She breathed hard and got up as another man stood close. She realized they were dead and wanting her. Zombies had over ran the small town and these two wanted the blonde reporter. 

She ran across the road as they followed her bouncing tits and nice ass. She got to the station and ran inside. She tripped and fell to her stomach as she saw feet. She looked up as he smiled down at her. The gas station owner was a zombie and had his hard on exposed!

"NO!" She screamed as he pulled her up to her feet by her blonde hair.

He looked her up and down as he held her hair in his hand. She cried as his hand felt her firm left breast up and then the right. She knew he was enjoying it as she watched his dick twitch. He ran his hand down her belly and to her nice legs. It went up her little skirt and he smiled as he rubbed her thong. She tried to fight him as her pussy got rubbed hard.

Cassie knew what he wanted and he found the wet hole as he rubbed it harder. She felt the thong slowly slip inside her as the thing string over her hips snapped. He fingered her as her eyes filled with tears. He fingered her until she was soaked and well lubed. He pulled her dripped wet thong out and smacked her face with it and stuck it in her mouth. She tried not to taste it but it seeped down her throat and she tasted herself.

Her pussy was wet and ready as he spun her around and bent her over. Her skirt rode up over her nice ass and he smiled as he rubbed his cock between her wet thighs. He grunted and rammed into the tight, blonde pussy. Her arms were pulled and held back as he pounded her hard and deep. The reporter never knew the town existed or that a zombie would fuck her sexy body.

One of the other zombies walked up in front of her as he watched her tits bounce with the fucking she was getting. He grabbed her tank top and pulled it. The straps popped and the thin cloth ripped as her bare, firm tits came out for him. He felt them as his cock hardened. Her eyes widened as he teased her nipples. He was ready and grabbed her blonde hair. He pulled her head up and shoved his cock into her mouth.

Cassie's mouth was getting fucked as was her pussy. Never before had she experienced anything like this. She had tears streaming down her face as another zombie came up and began to jerk off to her getting fucked. She knew they wanted sex, but would they kill the sexy reporter?

She felt the one in her pussy fill her up and he moved to her asshole and pounded it. He smacked her ass cheek as he fucked her. She swallowed cum shots as the cock in her mouth began to pump its rotten cum into her stomach.

He stepped back and the jerking got off on her face. She screamed as her ass was full of zombie cum. She fainted and was pounded all night long by the three zombies. Morning came and she woke up covered in cum. She stood up and staggered out into the street. She fell to her knees as she felt her body change. The three zombies appeared and smiled at her.

She looked as her skin changed and her hands. Her tits sagged and were swollen. She cried as her belly opened up and her insides fell out. She stood up and realized they had changed her into a zombie! Her mind shut down as the virus overtook it. She fell to the street naked and dead.

Cassie stood up and they stood there as she was one of them. She was a zombie woman. She bent over and let them fuck her in every hole. Cassie was never found again. The car was broken into and laptop stolen as the man behind it burnt the car and hid it. Cassie was a zombie and no one ever found out about the town or the toxic material dumped there.



Dumped & Found



Simon popped online and logged into his mail account. Finding one message waiting for him there. A message from Susan. His long time girlfriend. And, he dare to say. Better half.

Simons heart jumped in his chest. Oh how he loved to receive mail from her. He didn’t know how he got so lucky, to have a woman like her in his life. It was almost like a dream come true, a dream of wonders! He clicked on the message, smiling all over. He wondered what she had come up with, for him now.

[Simon! We gotta talk. Call me! Susan]

Simon looked at the message with a rather peculiar look on his face. Strange. It was not like Susan to be so cold and short in her messaging. Instantly he felt fear in his chest. Something just didn’t feel right. Something has happened, and it was bad. Really bad. 

Simon picked up his cell phone and dialled Susan’s number. One ring……..two rings…three rings, then her answering machine picked it up.

“Hey there. You’ve called ME!! Leave a message”

There was a short little giggle, and then a beep.

“Hi Susan, it’s Simon. Just returning your call. What’s up?? It sounds serious. Call me back okay.”

Once again, Simon was reminded how much he hated these things. He had never liked answering machines. They were all so damn impersonal. And he felt like a damn idiot talking to a machine. But the feeling of fear for what had happened to Susan, far out shone the feeling of idiocy. Not that there was a great deal he could do about that now. He just had to wait until she called back.

Three hours passed, and nothing. Simon knew that Susan was supposed to be home, and the feeling of fear had not left him for a minute. If anything it had actually increased. And needless to say. It disturbed him quite a bit. He had been occupying his mind with a few rounds of Tekken Tag Team on the playstation, and he had been chatting on and off with some of his other friends online. He had read a few stories on literotica.com, and gotten himself all worked up. But nothing quite made the fear disappear. He had a gut feeling that a lot of things would change today, and not necessarily for the better.

He picked up his guitar and started to strike a few cords. Normally this would make him relax completely. But not today. Not even that helped. Still, he kept playing. It was better than sitting with his hands in his lap anyway.

Another hour had passed when the doorbell rang. Simon got up wondering. He didn’t expect any company today. He walked slowly to the door, not really wanting to see anybody.

“Hal??” 

Simon started, when Susan stepped from behind him.

“Susan?? What’s going on here??” 

Simon was more than surprised. THIS was something he had not seen coming. Hal was his good old friend, back from when they had been kids. Hal and Simon had practically grown up together.

“We gotta talk Simon”.

Hal said, looking less than comfortable. Simons eyes wandered from one to the other. Susan looked as uncomfortable as Simon felt. Hal just kept looking into the ground, like he had back in High School, when he had made a nasty, and had to answer to the principal.

“Okay, come inside, and tell me what’s going on here. You are beginning to freak me out.”

Simon opened the door wide and let them in. They entered the living room. Simon being last. Susan turned around, making Simon stop instantly.

“We gotta stop Simon. I cant do this anymore!”

She burst out. Simon just stood there as if paralysed.

“I’ve been……we’ve been seeing each other also.”

Susan continued and nodded towards Hal, who was currently busy stepping on his own toes. Simon was speechless. He felt like someone had just kicked him in the balls, disabling him from any kind of speech. He looked at Hal with disbelief in his eyes.

“Tell me it ain’t so!!”

Hal didn’t respond right away, then he only nodded yes. Simon looked back at Susan.

“But..what…why…I don’t understand…….”

Pain and a growing rage was building inside him. Susan continued.

“Well, me and Hal kinda got together last new year…….I didn’t mean to but…..”

Simon cut her off.

“Last New Year….LAST NEW YEAR!!!!! You’ve been fucking around behind my back for a year??”

He simply couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Susan just looked at him. And said.

“Yes.”

Simon closed his eyes and tried to comprehend what they told him. Without any greater luck. Hal spoke.

“Simon……I didn’t mean to…..”

Simon cut him off with a single wave of his hand.

“You Hal!. I’ll strongly advise you to shut the fuck up right now!”

Hal didn’t say anything further, just looked down on his feet again. Susan tried to lay her hand on Simons shoulder. He jerked away from her, and she withdrew her hand again. She said.

“Please Simon. Be reasonable, it didn’t work out between us anyway. Cant you see that? Calm down, please!”

As he heard her say those words, Simon felt his heart explode in his chest. The emotional pain was made physical.

“Be reasonable?? You want ME to be reasonable. You want ME to be calm?? Fuck you Susan. You have just told me that I have been nothing to you. For the last year. THE LAST FUCKING YEAR!! You have been deceiving me over and over again. Just been using me. And now you’re discarding me like yesterdays toilet paper.”

Simon took a step forward, making Susan take a step behind.

“I have done NOTHING but loving you. What the hell did I do to deserve a treatment like this. What the HELL did I do??”

Susan looked startled at Simons apparent rage. Tough luck! Right now he couldn’t care less what she thought. Simon turned to Hal.

“And you. You piece of shit. I can’t believe I’ve ever called you a friend. Every fucking time we have hanged this year. Every damn time, you just put on a face and then went home and fucked Susan!!!”

Susan put her hand on Simons shoulder and said.

“Now that’s uncalled for……”

Simon looked down at her hand, then directly in her eyes.

“Don’t touch me!!”

Simon took Hal by the collar of his shirt and shoved him into the arms of Susan.

“Get out!! You two, get the fuck out of my house!!!! Before I do something I may regret later!!”

Susan looked surprised

“But Simon can’t we….”

“Just GET THE FUCK OUT.!!!!”

Hal and Susan turned to go, only briefly looking over their shoulder. Simon didn’t care. He wanted them out of his house, and out of his life. As the door closed and he once again was alone in the living room. A rage, burning red and smoking, came crashing through his mask. And he howled in anger as he hit the door as hard as he could. The door being thin as it was, gave in for his anger. And Simons hand made a nasty hole in it. However his hand was not made of steel, and he could hear bones crack in his hand as he hit the door. A shooting pain roamed through his veins, as he efficiently broke his fingers and his knuckles. He drew the hand back, welcoming the pain. And looked at the damage. He had penetrated the skin for starters, and was bleeding from several wounds in his hand. His fingers looked like crumpled twicks. Simon didn’t care. Nor did he care that the pain brought tears to his eyes. He sighed and headed for the E.R. He better get his fingers set straight if he wanted to use the hand again.

“Hmm how did you do THAT??” 

The doc examined Simons hand, which now had turned into an ugly purple mass of…something. Simon sighed and looked down at the floor. The rage he had felt back home, had silently disappeared while he had walked to the E.R.

“ I hit a door…..”

The doc looked at Simon, with a rather peculiar look on his face.

“Hit hard did we??”

Simon just nodded and winched, as the doc popped a bone back in place. Even though Simon had gotten a shot for the pain, it still hurt when he did that. Not that he cared. Right now, Simon didn’t care about anything.

The doc kept working on his hand until he had patched it up nice and good. Bandages and everything. To Simon it more looked like his hand had turned into a nice big fluffy Popsicle But at least it would heal up now. He was given a few painkillers before he went on his way, with the warning. The pills was going to make him a little dizzy. Simon only listened with half a ear. His mind was still on Susan and Hal. And what they had done to him.

As much as he wanted to hate the two of them, he found himself unable to do so. Which only made him sadder.

Mumbling his thanks, Simon went on his way. Out in the cold again. His hand was throbbing uncomfortably, but didn’t really hurt that much. The painkillers worked their magic, leaving him without that kind of pain. That at least, counted for something.

He didn’t know what to do now. The emotional pain and loss he was feeling, almost made him cry. He couldn’t quite comprehend that he had been played like a fool like that. That his girlfriend and best friend had played with his heart like that, and didn’t even seem to be sorry about it. For a whole fucking year!!! And he never even suspected anything. Simon sighed and turned into the park.

To hell with it all. Simon didn’t care. To hell with everything.

He began to walk faster. He needed a drink. Probably not the wisest thing he could do. But he didn’t care. He wanted to be drunk. Hopefully it would dull the feelings for a while.

“Simon….Dude, I think you’ve had enough already!!”

Simon looked up, dazed and drunk at Tina. Today’s bartender. He grapped his glass and downed yet another vodka shot.

“Tina, don’t mind me. Just keep’em coming…..”

Simons speech was clearly affected by the booze. And it just made Tina shake her head. Simon had been sitting on the same stool by the bar, for the last 4 hours, drinking heavily. Though he didn’t annoy anyone, it had surprised Tina to see what a state of mind he was in. Usually when Simon dropped by, he was a happy guy, walking hand in hand with his long time girlfriend Susan. When Tina had inquired about Susan, Simon had just waved her off, not answering. Well, it was obvious that something was wrong with the two of them, and something serious had happened. But Tina had kept her mouth shut. It was not her place, nor any of her business. She hadn’t even inquired about what had happened to his hand. She just kept an eye out for him. Tina poured him another shot.

“HEY SIMON!!!”

Sluggish Simon turned around and looked at the girl in the door.

“Hey Sally……”

He just turned around again, facing the bar. Grapped his shot and downed yet another shot. Sally looked at Tina with question marks in her eyes. Tina just shrugged her shoulders. Not really knowing what to say. “Simon…what’s wrong???”

Sally walked up behind him, and put her hand on his shoulder. Simon didn’t turn around or look at her at all.

“Everything is JUST hanky dory….can’t you tell!!”

The sarcasm was so thick that you could have cut it in little cubes with a knife.

“Simon, damnit…..what the hell has happened??”

He looked at Sally with drunken red eyes.

“Susan…..Hal…..”

Was all he managed to say. Sally looked into Simons eyes. Saw them role up into his head, and Simon fell back off the stool. Passing out. He landed with a heavy thump on the floor.

“Jesus CHRIST……Simon”

Sally bent down and shook him. No response.

“Jesus Tina, How much has he had??”

“A lot……”

Tina moved around the bar and bent down next to Sally.

“But he usually can hold his liquor……”

Sally just shook her head.

“Nevermind…..Just call a cap okay. I gotta get him home”

Ten minutes later, they had gotten Simon into a taxi. Sally found herself sitting in the back seat with Simons head in her lap. While the taxi drove through the streets to Simons home. Sally had known Simon pretty much all her life. They had hung out together as kids. Went to the same schools. Even went to the same college. Though she hadn’t seen a whole lot to him during those years. He had met Susan there. He was her very best friend. And had been so all her life. And not even when things had been really bad, had she seen him like this. And it hurt her to see that. She gently stroked his hair, and looked down at him. Simon was sound asleep. But he responded to her touch by moving closer to her. Sally sighed. Something REALLY bad most have happened.

The cap pulled in, in front of Simons house. The driver looked back at Sally.

“Lady, it looks like you could use a hand with your boyfriend there”

Sally looked at the drive, while trying to pull Simon out of the taxi.

“He’s not my boyfriend”

The cabdriver just smiled.

“Okay whatever Lady. Want a hand with him or what??”

Sally just nodded. After a while they had gotten Simon to the door. Sally paid the cap drive, even gave him an extra couple of bucks for his help.

“Upsa daisy…..”

There was some response from Simon now, though not much. But enough so his feet actually supposed some of him, making it much easier for Sally to move him around. Simon was by no means a big guy. Only about 5”8, and not very heavy. But compared to Sally he was quite a handful. She was no more than a petite 4”8 and muscle power was not something she had a whole lot of. So a drunken Simon was more than enough for her to handle. But she managed quite good, and got him inside his house. With a quick look around the living room, she could plainly see where Simon had hurt his hand….didn’t look good. Nope not at all. She got him inside the bedroom, and sat him down on the bed.

“What am I gonna do with you”

She mumbled, while looking at, a rather pathetic looking Simon. She sighed and started to undress him, pulling off his shirt. Simon just sat there dazed and let her do whatever she wanted. He was in a whole other world. Looking at Simons naked torso, Sally smiled a little wicked smile. Oh boy, it looked like it has been longer than she had thought, since she had seen Simon bare chested. He had a nice, well trained chest and a six pack to go with it. By no means over done. But it looked nice and firm. Sally let her hands run over his chest. Yes indeed nice and firm. Oddly, and even though Simon was her best friend, Sally found herself getting turned on by this. She unbuttoned his pants and started to pull them off him. As the first result, Simon feel back on his back. He was wearing tight jeans, so it wasn’t that easy to pull them off. But Sally just kept pulling. After one last hard pull, Sally landed on her butt with Simons pants in her hands….and his boxers. She looked down at them, and then up at Simon. There he lay, Completely naked and defenceless. Sally stood up and looked down at him. He looked really good as he lay there. Sally couldn’t help but to look at his cock.

“Oh my God…..”

She quietly mumbled. In spite of Simons drunken condition, his cock was rock hard and pulsating. Sally looked wide eyed at his member. It wasn’t that it was long, even though it had a nice length to it. But DAMN it was thick. Sally reached out and touched it. She smiled wickedly. She never thought she would actually touch Simon like this. She wrapped her fingers around his cock. Damn, she couldn’t even close her hand around it. It was that thick. She let her hand stroke him up and down a few times. Which caused Simon to moan in his daze. Sally couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. But she found herself extremely turned on by it. She kept stroking him a few times more, now breathing quite heavily herself. She licked her lips. Oh she just had to try. She bent over Simon and lifted his cock to her mouth. She let her tongue flick across the head a few times, circling around the crown, before she opened up and sucked the head into her mouth. She had to strain her jaws to get it in there. Never before had she touched, sucked, let alone fucked a cock this thick. Simon filled her mouth completely, only allowing her tongue to move around a little, and she loved it. Sally sucked gently on Simons cock, moving her tongue around the head. Tasting him long and good. Bopping her head a bit to get more of him inside her. Simon moaned, then jerked awake.

“What?????………”

Simon looked down between his leg and saw his best friend giving him a blowjob. Simons eyes grew wide. He couldn’t even remember meeting Sally.

“Sally??? What?? But?? I……..”

He had absolutely no idea what to say. He just looked dumbfounded at Sally sucking on his cock. Sally looked up and saw Simon looking at her. She hadn’t even heard him say anything. Surprised she jerked her head back. Simons cock left her mouth with an audible pop. She quickly stood up and blushed to 35 shades of red.

“Simon, I’m sorry…I…….”

Sally stumbled over the words, looking down at her feet. What had she been thinking? Blowing Simon……Damn. She felt like hitting herself with a large and heavy hammer.

Simon sat up straight, looking wide eyed at Sally. The surprise of waking, and then finding Sally, of all people, between his legs, with his cock in her mouth. Had not yet left him completely. Neither was he quite sure what to say to her. He only knew, and was painfully aware. That he had loved what she had done. Simon got up and walk to Sally, took her by the shoulders and turned her towards him.

“Sally…..”

Sally didn’t dare to look into Simons eyes. But as Simon turned her towards him, she looked straight down at the one eyes monster, she had been sucking just a few seconds ago. She looked up and looked him in the eyes. They stood there looking each other in the eyes, neither quite knowing what to say. Sally was well aware that she had crossed an unmarked line for friendships. Simon was torn between his growing lust for Sally, the hurt from Susan and the strong bond he and Sally had always had. Simon knew if he took her in his arms he would be lost in her. If she took him in her arms, he would be lost. Basically he would be lost. Simon took a good long look in Sally’s eyes, he saw nothing but love there. Looking within himself, he found nothing but love there either. Sally looked into Simons eyes and realized she loved him. Perhaps it has always been there. But she had just denied what she felt. And now it hit her like a ton of bricks. She wanted to be with him, she wanted to love him, she wanted to make love long and hard with him. A single tear appeared at the corner of her eye.

That got Simon going. To hell with it all, he thought. He took the last step towards Sally and scooted her into his arms. Hugging her tightly to him. And not like friends hug. No, like lovers embrace. Sally was taken a little by surprise, being lost in his eyes. But the moment his arms was around her, she let out a happy sigh, and hugged him back with all she had.

All thought of Susan and Hal disappeared from Simons mind. All guilt disappeared from Sally’s mind, and they just stood there holding each other like they would never let go. Sally kissed Simon tenderly and he kissed her back, parting her lips with his tongue. She accepted him with all she had and held him tightly as their tongues did the French dance in their mouths. Both, still lip locked, backed towards Simons bed. Miscalculating the distance, and tumbled together on the bed. Sally landing on top of Simon. She straddled him, feeling his excitement pulsate through her pants. She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a pair of perfect breasts to Simon. He reached up and began to massage her tits. Sally threw back her head and sighed happily. Simon let his hands slide down her naked stomach and began to unbutton her pants. Sally stood up with a leg on each side of Simon and wiggled out of her pants. The sight alone caused Simon to grow even more. He grapped his cock and slowly began to stroke himself. Sally eyed his hand work with a smile, as she slid her panties of, leaving her completely naked looking down at Simon. No words were spoken, only touches, caresses, looks and kisses spoke for them. Simon grapped Sally’s legs and pulled her towards his mouth. Sally went on her knees with her pussy right in front of his mouth. Simon lifted his head a bit so his tongue could reach her. He gently licked her pussy lips, outlining them with his tongue. His hands grapped her from behind, and pushed her forward so his entire mouth rested on her mound. He let his tongue flick over her clit. Causing her to moan. Sally grapped his head and pressed him against her pussy. Simon began to tongue fuck her tasting her juices as they flowed directly into his mouth. So sweet and tasty. Sally was grinding herself against his mouth and tongue, moaning loudly. Simon kept licking and sucking her for a while, and then lay Sally down on his bed and positioned himself between her legs. Sally reached up and grapped a hold of his arms. 




Dumped & Found



“Be careful Simon….”

Sally smiled at him, and he learned over and kissed her deeply. He put the head of his cock at her love entrance, and slowly pushed. Sally felt the head of his cock enter her, and gasped. He was so thick….so wonderfully thick.

One Year Later.

A snowball hit Simon in the back of his head. Spraying cold snow down the collar of his jacket.

“HEY!!! What’s it you…..” Sally just stood there and smiled innocently at him. Simon dug into the snow and formed a good big one.

“I’m gonna get you”

He laughed and chased her around the park, with a snowball held in his hand. Sally ran around in circles and shrieked happily as he almost caught her. His luck though, caused him to trip over his own feet, and he stumbled head first into a big pile of snow. Sally laughed so hard that she fell herself, and just sat there in the snow laughing, and looking like and angel. Simon got his head out of the snow and spit white flakes on the ground. He looked at Sally, and warmth, love and tenderness filled his heart. He scooted over to her, in a bad imitation of Jim Carrey. Dropped to his knees and kissed her.

“Oooo You’re cold!!”

She laughed.

“And whose fault is that??”

He smiled, and wiped his face clean. Sally just put on her innocent face again. Simon hugged Sally tightly and said.

“I love you!!”

“I love you too.”

Feeling her body pressed against his Simon felt more happiness than he had ever felt before, even with Susan. Where ever the bitch was now. Simon hadn’t seen neither Susan or Hal. Nor did he care. He was happy now. Happy with Sally, in love with Sally more than he had ever been before.

He had been dumped, and found again.



Dumped at Sea



Eric and I go way back. Not quite as far back as high school, but nearly. We have been friends for many years. We've lost track of each other a couple of times, then run into each other again and have always been able to pick up where we left off. It wasn't one of those friendships that required constant companionship to keep it alive. In fact it seemed to thrive on distance and separation, probably for good reason!

We are very different personalities, and we certainly have pursued different courses in our lives, so it wasn't a closeness that was held together by Saturday night binges, football games or any of the other things that are supposed to cement male friendships. It was just that when we did get together the distances and the differences seemed to melt away. It was as if we hadn't seen each other since the night before, not the decade before.

We hadn't tried to share our lives and we lived too far from each other to live in each other's pockets. But if one of us needed a dependable partner for any enterprise, we both knew that a phone call was all it would take to bring assistance.

So I called him up.

"Eric?"

"Good God, Lew! Is that you? Where've you been?"

I laughed. "I haven't been anywhere! I never go anywhere."

"Well," he said. "That's not true. Last time we talked you'd just come back from Greece."

"Italy"

"Right. Well I wasn't far off."

He'd always been a bit vague about geography. The trouble was it wasn't just that he was hazy about where places were. He was even worse when it came to following directions, and finding places. 

"You remember I once helped you drive your stuff across the country?"

"Sure," he said. "That was quite a trip!"

One of the things I remembered clearly about the journey was that on more than one occasion Eric's willful misreading of the map took us miles out of our way.

"You remember the girl?"

I did indeed. We had had finally found our way back to the highway after being lost half the night, and picked up a hitchhiker on the on-ramp back onto the interstate, just as the sun was coming up.

By the time the sun went down again Eric had fucked her twice, made her give me a blowjob while I drove the truck, and abandoned her at a truck stop.

He may not have been good at directions, but he was unerring when it came to finding pussy, willing or not. He had the single-mindedness of a homing pigeon.

That wasn't the only time I shared a woman with him. 

Eric married Marie a couple of years after he left college. She wasn't at all like the women I have come to associate with him; good time girls mostly, some of them very good looking and most of them big women – rubenesque, I suppose would be the polite way to put it. Marie was a thin reed-like woman with a sharp tongue, a graduate student in philosophy with more brains in her pinkie than Eric could muster in his whole body, even if you added the brain in his cock to the rather smaller one in his head.

The three of us were hiking and camping in the Smokies. Late one afternoon I fell while crossing a mountain stream and soaked my clothes and my sleeping bag. That night I shared their sleeping bag with them. I remember Marie's cold skinny backside getting progressively warmer until she shifted to accommodate my growing erection. I fucked her without ceremony while she spooned with her husband, and then we all turned over and he fucked her too while she held on to me. It was never repeated and nobody ever mentioned it. She eventually left him; got fed up with his philandering and the fact that he wasn't terribly satisfying intellectually, I expect. But he was good natured enough and he let her go without demur. Eric subsequently ended up with a succession of women who were his intellectual equals, which isn't saying much.

The thing about Eric is that he is a great man friend; easy going, always ready to help you out of a jam or to get some job done. It's worth a lot to have a friend like that, one who will put himself out for you and help you see something through. He is good company too. Not a great conversationalist, but amiable, and - well, just easy to be with. 

The only thing that seems to get him off balance is lust – he gets a bit crazy where women are involved. I suppose he isn't really very different from the rest of us, just a more extreme case. When Eric meets a woman, almost any woman, his judgment goes to pieces. It doesn't matter if she's good looking or bad looking, clever or stupid; just as long as she's his body type, Eric has to have her. She can be nice to him or she can be nasty to him; it doesn't make any difference. If there is the remotest possibility that he can get his prick into her he lavishes her with attention and seduces her the old fashioned way with flowers, and dinners and declarations of love.

Most of the time it works, and mostly it doesn't take very long. He is Prince Charming on steroids; attentive and devoted. Women love him. He once showed me a picture album of women he had dated. It was his catalog of conquests. A third of the women were gorgeous, and the rest ranged from pleasant to unbelievably ugly. But they were all smiling lovingly at him as he took the picture. Most of them were either half naked or completely naked and had that satisfied, sleepy mussed up look that well fucked women seem to acquire.

"Who's that one then?" I asked him, pointing to a picture of a big brunette, lounging naked on a chaise longue, with her hand covering her pussy.

"I don't remember her name. But I had a hell of a job getting rid of her. She wanted to get married."

And that was the problem. They all fell for him, but once he had fucked them vigorously for a few weeks he lost interest. The big problem in Eric's life was getting rid of lovelorn women. He didn't seem capable of just telling them it was over. 

He couldn't say, "Hey, honey. That's it! Take your shit and get out. It's all over."

His way of getting rid of them was to behave worse and worse towards them in the hope that they would get the message, and end the relationship themselves. Some of them did, some of them didn't. He tried standing them up for dates, making sure they would see him with other women, taking money out of their purses, insisting on doing things they didn't like, like coming in their mouths or fucking them in the ass. Of course, sometimes these strategies backfired – especially the last one. Most of the time they decided they liked it after all.

But the fact remained that Eric's big problem was not so much finding women to fuck, but getting rid of them afterwards. 

"I need you to help me move the boat. I need someone who won't shit their pants if the weather blows up."

The boat had been stored at a boatyard on the other side of Lake Michigan over the winter.

"So, are you going to help me or not," I asked, knowing very well that he wouldn't refuse. But I should have been ready for the next thing he said.

"Sure, of course. But there's this girl I've been going with......"

"And?"

"And, well, I don't know what to do."

"Bring her along. She'll enjoy it." It would be nice to have a woman on the boat, despite the sailor's adage that a woman on a vessel always brought bad luck. I like women and a woman in a bikini improves the look of a boat no end. And anyway, she could cook for us.

"The truth is I've been trying to dump her. I've tried to tell her it's not working out for us but she won't listen. So I was going to try again this weekend."

"Why d'you want to ditch her?"

"I met this other woman on-line, and I'm supposed to go see her next weekend. But I've got to get rid of Debbie first. She thinks we're going to the Indy 500 together." Eric had never missed the 500 mile race in as many years as I can remember.

"You mean you're not going to the race? Or are you taking this new woman instead of Debbie?"

"Neither," said Eric miserably. "I'm going to Stowe for Memorial Day weekend. She lives in Vermont."

"Holy shit, Eric. You're missing the race for a woman? You're nuts!" I didn't think he was going to argue that point, and indeed he didn't. But now you see what I mean about his lack of judgment when faced with the possibility of a new fuck toy.

"Why don't you just bring Debbie along on the boat and then you'll have plenty of time to explain to her that you don't want to see her anymore. And I'll commiserate. Hey, maybe she'll fancy me."

"I don't think so." That may have been true, but he needn't have said so.

"Well, she can cook for us then." 

Eric was silent for a moment. "Well, I'll bring her then, but she's not a very good cook. And you'll have to help me out with........ well, you know."

I knew what he meant, but he would have to liberate himself from Debbie's affections on his own. I wasn't going to do it.

And that is how I found myself sliding my sailboat alongside a marina dock one evening to pick up my crew of two, each of whose expectations of the weekend trip now seemed to differ markedly from the other's. 

They were already standing on the dock, waiting for me. I put the engine in reverse to stop the boat, threw a line to Eric and passed another to Debbie. Eric cleated his line off while Debbie stood among her suitcases holding her end of the rope uncertainly as the stern of the boat drifted away from the dock.

"Just pull me in and tie it to that thing on the dock, there." I pointed to the cleat at her feet.

Debbie was a caricature of the sort of woman Eric fancied. I could have picked her as Eric's girlfriend out of a crowd of fifty women. She was tall, blonde, bosomy, and large; not fat, just a really big girl, with slightly coarse features, and a cute off center gap in her teeth. She would have been completely blonde if she had been a bit more diligent, but she had half an inch of brown roots underpinning her puffed up hair style, and somehow her blondeness didn't really suit the rest of her Mediterranean coloring. 

She pulled on the rope, teetering precariously on her high wedge sandals, while with her other hand trying to stop her wide brimmed hat from blowing away. I could tell she wasn't a sailor! If she'd ever even been on the Staten Island ferry she would have more of a clue about what was appropriate boating gear.

But who the hell cares? She was big and blowzy, and the fact that she was unsteady on her heels just made her seem more sexy and vulnerable. Women do know what they are doing when they dress like that, don't they? I was beginning to look forward to having Debbie on the boat more than I was Eric, who was standing by his mooring line looking surly and pissed off.

"Ooh, is this your boat? Eric said it was just a small one."

"No, this is it. Tie that line off and I'll help you aboard."

She left her bags on the dock for Eric to worry about and I helped her climb over the safety lines as best I could. I ought to have been more helpful, I suppose, and undone the clips on the safety lines to make an opening that she could step through. She was wearing a sundress and she got hung up as she spanned the wires, the fabric rucked up and quite an expanse of thigh showing. She squeaked as the line bisected her somewhere under the skirt, and I caught hold of her to help her onto the deck. She was a nice mixture of firm and soft.

In the cabin Eric and I watched her ample rear as she unpacked clothes in the fore-berth.

"I'm glad you came, buddy." I said, passing him a beer from the icebox. "This is going to be fun."

He swigged the beer, grimaced, and shrugged.

"Don't like the beer? Sorry, I know it's not Coors."

I can't understand anybody who drinks Coors; it would taste like horse piss if it had much of a taste at all. Give me MGD anytime.

"It's not the beer," he said, nodding at Debbie. "I mean, she's a great girl, Lew, but shit, I need to move on. Can't you like distract her or something?"

"Just be the asshole you always are. It'll sort itself out."

It was late in the afternoon when we got away from the dock. With an inexperienced crew aboard I decided we would anchor for the night in a sheltered spot behind the dunes, near the entrance to the channel leading to the open water. I had always liked that spot. It had good holding for the anchor and was sheltered from the northwesterly winds.

Eric went to the bow of the boat to try his luck at fishing. I made gin and tonics for us all and chatted with Debbie while I fixed a meal. I was surprised at what good company she was, and discovered that she wasn't as dumb as she looked. More truthfully, she wasn't as dumb as she behaved when she was around Eric. It was as if she had put a rev limiter on her IQ and was deliberately matching herself to the stereotype of Eric's stable of girl friends. Maybe she thought he would be threatened by her if she acted intelligent. I suppose you do that if being with someone stupid is important enough. I presumed she had no clue that her affair with Eric was on the rocks and I wasn't going to even hint at it. Eric could do his own dirty work. Instead we chatted casually about Chicago, and how she liked living there.

The bottle of wine the three of us shared while we ate made for a convivial evening. After the plates were cleared away Eric found a pack of playing cards and we played cards for a while. I was tired, and I'm not crazy about card games, but I lasted a few rounds before turning in. Eric had always liked playing cards, even if he wasn't very good at it. I was sure Debbie was letting Eric win, and even had the feeling that she was letting me in on one of the secrets of her relationship, which was to indulge Eric at every opportunity.

I turned in. I'd given up the V-berth to them and so I made my bed in the quarter berth tucked into the corner of the hull behind the chart table. I like to sleep there when the boat is under way. It has good access to the companionway in an emergency, and I can see the compass on the bulkhead without moving.

Even a boat the size of mine is a very small space, and privacy is only an illusion fostered by the willing pretense of the crew. Small sounds can be very public on a boat, and so it was no surprise to hear the splashing of pee in the head, the sounds of teeth being brushed, and to feel the movement of my companions as they headed to the intimacies of their bunk. And it wasn't much of a surprise to hear the noises they made either. I wasn't shocked by the escalating sounds of passion – I'd heard that a few times on this boat, too, but I was taken aback to hear Debbie say, 

"No, no, Eric, don't."

"Not like that. Please. No, no don't." 

"............Ouch! Slowly, please, aaaargh! That hurts."

"Oh, shit! Please!"

And then groans and rhythmic creakings as the boat worked beneath them. Finally it was over and shortly afterwards someone went back to the head again. I know it was Debbie. I am almost certain I heard her sob as she passed by, and the sounds from the bathroom suggested that she was in some discomfort. And I was sure she stopped by my bunk for a long moment on her way back to the V-berth. I reached out my hand but by then she had gone.

It was a gorgeous morning, quite cool for the time of year, but the surrounding shore had a warm early morning glow to it. My crew responded to the cup of coffee taken to them in their bunk by groaning. I gave them a while to get moving and I'd like to say that they emerged from the cabin ready to take up their duties, but that would be stretching the truth. Debbie climbed up into the cockpit on her wedge sandals, wearing a house-coat of the sort worn by Lucille Ball and other domestic goddesses of the 1950's, obviously not ready for work. She and Eric sat in the cockpit steaming their eyes open by blowing in their coffee mugs, while I took the sail covers off and shackled the halyard onto the mainsail.

I love early mornings on the boat when the weather is like that; the prospect of a voyage in fine weather, the combination of cool air and warm sun on my skin, and the company of congenial companions makes me feel like a lucky man. I just wished my crew were showing enough life to even be considered present, never mind congenial.

"Time for a dip, then, and then we'll get going!" I decreed hopefully.

I unfolded the swim ladder and dove in, savoring the tingling shock of the freshwater. 

I looked up.

"C'mon, Eric! C'mon, Debbie!"

Eric actually heeded the call and started climbing down the ladder, and Debbie at least got to her feet to come and watch, standing at the top of the ladder, her collapsed haystack of a hair-do glowing in the sun, sipping her coffee.

I ducked my head under the water and surfaced in time to hear a yelp and to see Debbie tumbling into the water, the coffee cup left suspended in mid-air with a frond of coffee fanning from it. She surfaced with the housecoat ballooning around her, while her body was a pale shape under the glittering surface of the water. She spluttered water and tears.

"Eric! Why, Eric? Why did you do that?"

Eric was swimming away from her on his back and laughing.

"Oh, shit!" I thought. "I never asked her."

"Can you swim?"

I swam towards her while the air escaped from her housedress, which, by the time I reached her, was wrapped round her like a flag.

"Stupid bastard! Yes, of course I can."

I reached for her hand. She was treading water while trying to pull the dress from around her legs, but it clung to her like a snake.

"But I can't swim in this thing."

She put her arm round my neck and started to undo the buttons one handed while I tried to keep us both afloat. She eventually got one button undone, but it took so long that I'd nearly drowned us both by the time she'd done it. I was supposed to be rescuing her, but I'm not a very good swimmer and I was using her for buoyancy.

"Here! Just rip the buttons. I'll never get them undone."

I hesitated. She put my hand on the fabric. I let go of her and just ripped the front of the housecoat apart with both hands. Bodice ripping turned out to be very satisfying, seeing loose buttons glinting as they fell through the water and buoyant breasts suddenly freed. She hung on to me while she wriggled her arms out of the coat, her body warm where it touched me. I didn't want to let her go, but she kissed me on the cheek and swam away.

I watched her climb up the swim ladder on to the boat, and admired the sheen of water that slipped from her skin as she emerged from the lake. Oh, she was gorgeous, all right. And a sailor could wile away many an hour in his hammock thinking about the pleasure in those broad hips. I turned over and floated on my back, hoping that concentrating on the beauty of an early spring sky would prevent me from getting an embarrassing erection.

It was a waste of time, because I was soon distracted from my contemplation of the clouds by what was happening back at the boat.

Eric had swum back to the boat, but Debbie had pulled the swim ladder out of his reach and was standing, naked and angry, yelling at him.

"Eric, you are a complete asshole. I've fucking had it with you!"

Oh, God! She was even better from the front!

"Why are you such a prick? You think you can just do want you want to me, and I'm never going to say anything. Well, fuck you!"

Eric said something. I don't know what it was. I was too far away to hear and anyway I was much more interested in the way Debbie was delivering her lines.

"Well, never again, buddy!"

"No, you don't, you never have."

"Well, I'm never ever going to let you do THAT again!"

Eric trod water and pleaded his case, and after a while Debbie smiled at him. I couldn't believe it. Why was he sweet talking her? He was supposed to be getting rid of her, and if making someone hate you is the way to do it then I thought he'd been making good progress.





Dumped at Sea



"Oh, you would, would you?" she said. "And suppose I don't let you."

Eric said something and she laughed, reflexively covering herself with one hand and brushing the sodden hair from her face with the other. She leant over the transom, said something to him and let the ladder down. Eric's prick was tenting his shorts as he climbed the ladder. I followed him onto the boat and as Debbie went below with him she turned in the companionway, and saw that I was flatteringly imitating Eric.

"God!" she exclaimed. "The both of you!" 

I shrugged helplessly, and turned to pull up the ladder. 

We motored down the channel, past the old Coastguard cutter tied up along the wall, and exchanged greetings with the morning joggers on the shore. After clearing the channel entrance with its little lighthouse we put the sails up and were soon bounding along in a fresh breeze. The wind was on our beam, and thanks to a stationary high pressure over the Great Lakes it was likely to be that way all day. I knew we could look forward to a relaxed day's sailing without sail changes, lounging in the cockpit and soaking up the spring sunshine.

I will admit to wondering how relaxed it was going to be, though. Eric had been moody ever since I picked him up at the dock. Debbie had been doing her best to be good company, but this morning's dunking must surely have tested her good nature. She'd certainly given him an earful, and if it had been me, that's when I would have told Debbie I'd had enough of her yelling abuse at me and she could go find some other sucker. He'd engineered the situation, so why didn't he follow through and make it an excuse to ditch her. But instead he'd followed her below deck with a hard-on while I got the boat ready for us to leave. So now, instead of getting it over with, and, I had hoped, giving me the opportunity to offer a little sympathy; now we were going to have to suffer more passive aggressive behavior from Eric while he tried to tell his girl-friend it was all over. Or more likely, it being Eric, trying to needle her to the point that she would tell him she'd had enough of him, instead.

Debbie, though, seemed blessed with an equanimity that made Eric seem particularly graceless. He didn't talk to her, didn't really even look at her, but she chatted amiably with me while the three of us sat in the cockpit. She asked questions about how the sails were set, and how to steer the boat. I was happy to teach her, standing close behind her at the wheel, enjoying the pleasure she took in guiding the boat through the water. It takes most people some time to get the hang of it, but Debbie stood confidently at the wheel in a sarong and bikini top looking like a large and underdressed version of Ellen MacArthur. 

By late morning we had covered close to 20 miles. There was open water ahead of us and the shoreline had disappeared astern. There was a cool bite to the wind when we left the harbor, but by now it had warmed nicely. Debbie took a towel and went to sun herself on the fore-deck, while Eric practiced shuffling his deck of cards in the cockpit. 

I asked Eric if he wanted a drink. He looked up from his cards.

"Sure," he said. "I'll drink your pissy beer."

I would have laughed, but it didn't sound as if he was joking.

"Well, take the boat, then."

He took the wheel and I went below to get a beer out of the icebox. Debbie was lying on the deck sunning her back next to the forward hatch, so I stuck my head through it to ask her what she wanted. She'd undone her bikini top and I had some trouble concentrating on her answer.

"What?"

"What do you have?"

Every boat has its special boat drink. I have friends who take great pride in their margaritas, but on my boat gin and tonic is the signature drink. I love the refreshing lemony crispness of a G&T on a hot day.

"How about a gin and tonic?" 

"It's a bit early for me. I don't want to get squiffy."

I laughed. "Oh, I don't mind! You can get as squiffy as you like. In fact I'll have one too."

"I'll come back and have it in the cockpit," she said, sitting up just as I ducked my head back into the cabin. So I put my head back up again.

"Ice?" 

Damn! Too late! She was already fastening the strap. She laughed.

"Of course!" 

We sat and drank in the cockpit. Eric surrendered the wheel as quickly as he could, and went back to shuffling cards between swigs of beer. I know I've said that Eric was a friend that you can rely on but I was beginning to wish he would be a bit more help running the boat. 

Debbie must have been thirsty because it didn't take her long to finish her gin, even though I'd made it a long one.

"Another?"

I went below while she took the wheel. 

When I got back they had decided to play cards, and as I said, I'm not much of a card player, so I sailed the boat while they played. When it was Debbie's turn to deal she shuffled the pack with precision. It's a long time since I saw someone handle cards like that. Her hands moved with a deftness and rapidity that would have done credit to a Monte Carlo croupier. She split the pack with a snap, interleaved the piles of cards with a brisk zapping noise and dealt them neatly across the cockpit table. If it'd been me doing it there would have been cards on the floor and some would have blown away to float on the waves.

And then she proceeded to demolish Eric at cards. She seemed to have a natural affinity for the little pasteboard squares. She never seemed to forget what had been played, and to have an innate understanding of the probabilities of particular cards appearing, and of sequences of cards. 

"Let's play for something," said Debbie.

"Like what?"

"Well, I don't know. Like, forfeits or something."

I had quite enjoyed watching them play, but it was beginning to rankle that I seemed to be stuck sailing the boat the whole time.

"I know – loser steers the boat for an hour, so I can take a break."

"OK," said Debbie. "Eric?"

"Sure."

"Don't be so grumpy." 

"I'm not."

"It's because you know you're going to lose, isn't it?"

Eric grunted. They played and of course Eric lost again.

"OK, Eric my friend, she's all yours. Steady as you go. I'll go make some sandwiches. Another beer? Debbie?"

"I'm OK. Just a little more tonic."

I'm a good host, so I put a little more gin in as well, and passed the drinks up to them. Debbie smiled a little lopsidedly at me when she took the drinks but she seemed to have her sea legs and managed to get both drinks back to the helm without spilling anything. I smiled and started to make the sandwiches. 

When I climbed the companionway steps to set the mustard and some celery and carrot sticks in the cockpit, Eric was standing at the wheel looking like a professional skipper, gripping the wheel and focusing his eyes on the distant horizon. The only thing that spoilt the illusion of dedicated professionalism was that Debbie was standing behind him with a hand down the front of his shorts and was working his cock up and down. Eric might have been steering the boat, but it was Debbie who had her hand on the tiller.

I suppose I could have stayed and watched. Eric didn't seem to notice me and Debbie's face was buried in his shoulder. But I went back to finish making the food, and took my time since they seemed to be enjoying themselves and I didn't want to be a party pooper.

Suddenly the boat lurched to port sending the plates and food cascading across the cabin. There was a crash as the boom swung across the boat and the rigging shook to the flapping of the sails and the screeching of blocks as ropes ran through them. The boat stopped, dead in the water, wallowing in the waves.

"Holy shit! What the fuck was that?"

I ran up the steps into the cockpit. The boom was swinging backwards and forwards just above my head. There was no-one at the wheel. Debbie was bent over the stern, her sarong hoisted above her haunches, while Eric fucked her from behind, having let go of the wheel to hang on to Debbie's hips instead. He took no notice of me, just rhythmically pounded his cock into his soon to be ex-girlfriend. 

I charged for the wheel, afraid something on my boat was going to break if I didn't get her straightened up, and barged Eric out of the way.

Eric swore as his cock was dislodged from inside Debbie, and while I wrestled with the wheel, he tried to reinsert himself. But what with me pushing Debbie out of the way, Debbie trying to stand up, Debbie shouting, "Eric, stop! Please Eric, stop!" and the wild rocking of the boat, he couldn't do it. Creamy sperm shot from Eric's cock, splattering Debbie's thigh and the helmsman's seat.

"Shit!"

Eric pushed past me, and by the time I had the boat back under control and we were sailing again he'd gone below leaving Debbie wiping herself with her sarong.

"I'm sorry, Lew."

Her face was red and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

"It's OK. You weren't the one who was supposed to be steering the boat."

"I know, but it's my fault. Once I get him started – well, you know what he's like."

I laughed, despite myself.

"No really, I don't. He's never done that to me."

"Oh, no! I didn't mean........." She blushed again. "What I meant was he just gets carried away. I don't think he can stop himself."

"Don't you think all guys are like that?"

"Well, I suppose. But he's............." She struggled for a word.

"Vigorous?"

"Insatiable." A pause. "You know I think he really loves me."

What could I say? I didn't say anything.

"I don't want to hurt him. He just seems so desperate sometimes."

Desperate? Sure, he was horny, but – heck – I thought he was trying to get rid of her. And she thinks he's desperate for her? Just because he kept screwing her? Someone really had their wires crossed.

It turned out it was me.

"Lew? - do you mind if I tell you something? I don't hardly know you, but I do know you and Eric are really close. I'm really very fond of him, but......."

"But what?"

"Lew, please don't think badly of me." Her voice dropped and she leant close to me. "I'm married."

"Married?" I know it was not a sensible reply. I heard exactly what she said, but I couldn't immediately figure out what this new piece of information meant, except that I was getting out of my depth.

"Does Eric know?"

"No. That's the point."

"What do you mean –'that's the point'?"

"I met him in a bar. I wasn't even looking to pick someone up. I was there with Jane – well, you don't know Jane. We were just having a night out. And Eric was really nice. I thought he was going after Jane."

"And?"

"Jane gave him my phone number, and he called me the next day and asked me out. I just thought we'd have a drink or something. You know – just for the company. But he was very persistent."

I laughed. "That's Eric, all right."

"And then we started – you know, the sex." 

"And you think he's in love with you?"

"I don't know? I don't know what to think? He's suddenly so moody and I don't want to upset him. Do you think he suspects something?"

"No, I don't think it's that! It's just Eric. Sometimes he's like that."

What was I supposed to do? Tell her why Eric was acting weird? Tell her he was about to pull the plug on their affair? A couple of minutes ago he'd been screwing her on the stern of my boat. Hell, the seats were still slippery from the spillage and her sarong had fresh wet spots on it. This wasn't the time for me to be explaining to her the realities of life.

"You see the problem is my husband's in Dubai."

"Oh! Then he's a long way away."

"No. He's coming home....... on Tuesday."

"Tuesday?" That was the day after tomorrow.

"Lew. I need to end it. I need to tell him it's over."

"Who?"

"Eric, of course. How am I going to do that?"

Now I was beginning to see the whole picture. These two were having an adulterous affair, fucking each other all over my boat, and both desperate to end it. But I was the only one of the three of us who knew what was going on.

I supposed I could tell Eric that his lover was married and her husband was coming home, and that once the boat docked the fucking was over and he was a free man. That would make him happy, unless of course he was upset by the fact that she'd been stringing him along. His ego might not like that.

Or I could tell her that Eric had a date in Vermont and was dumping her anyway, but the downside to that was that she might be upset at being the 'dumpee' instead of the dumper.

Or I could say nothing, keep both of their confidences and see what happened. I didn't like that idea. There's nothing worse than having miserable people on a boat. Misery is contagious, and these two had managed to make themselves, and each other, miserable without knowing how they had done it. I'd have to spend the rest of the trip hoping against hope that one of them would do something to end the impasse. It would be better to roll the dice. It might not get any better, but we wouldn't be stuck in this limbo. I was going to tell her.

"Debbie - Lew was going to end it too."

"He told you that? But he's been all over me – you saw him. I mean, I wish you hadn't, but you saw."

"Yeah, I know. I don't understand it either. But he was looking for a way to break it to you. He wanted to let you down gently."

"Well, fuck – he didn't let me down. He pumped me up."

That was true – the sight of his bare buttocks driving his cock in and out of her was seared on my brain

"He's such a shit! Why didn't he just tell me? I'm going to show the little bastard. "

"Show him what?"

"I don't know, but I'll think of something."

She disappeared below decks and yelled at him for the second time in the day. This time she really reamed him out, and it was much worse than the one he got for dunking her in the water this morning. I didn't hear all she said, but at some point I heard Eric shout, "What do you mean you are married?"

After that a verbal free-for-all ensued, which I couldn't follow. It's surprising how much noise a sailboat makes pounding through the water at six knots. The noise of the wind, of the hull punching through the waves, the creak and groan of the rigging, and the thrumming of the sail make normal conversation difficult unless you speak directly at someone. They were doing that all right, but up on deck I could only hear snatches of words. The words I caught clearly were mostly curse words, and there were a lot of them, and they were delivered with vigor by both Debbie and Eric.

After a while things quietened down, and Eric reappeared in the cockpit, looking rather shaken. He gave me a weak smile, and raised his thumb, which I presumed meant that he had successfully removed Debbie from his life. I suppose your interpretation of what happened depended on your viewpoint, but it seemed to me that it was more than likely that Debbie was the one that had cleaned house! Eric didn't actually say anything, just pulled out the cards and started compulsively shuffling them again.

Debbie's appearance was a little different. She had armed herself with a fresh drink, and climbed the companionway, still in the soiled sarong and the bikini top that barely contained her. She looked flushed and angry, and would have looked determined if it wasn't for the barely detectable quivering of her lower lip. She dropped to the seat opposite Eric, took long draughts from her gin and tonic, and glared at him. Eric continued to concentrate on his cards.

"Why are you always shuffling the damn cards?"

Eric shrugged and kept on doing it.

"You're no damn good at cards. I don't know why you bother."

That remark finally got to Eric.

"OK – let's play, and we'll see."

"You're as useless at it as you are at everything else."

Ouch!

"Look! You want to play, let's play. Otherwise shut-up!"

"Deal! Asshole!"

"What are we playing for?" 

Eric snapped the cards. Debbie thought for a minute. . "Let's play for the same thing we played for before, but this time you take the wheel for the rest of the ..... what?" She looked at me.

"The watch. For a full watch. Four hours."

"You take the wheel for the whole watch thing. You just keep your fucking hands on the wheel, and then we won't have to mess with you. You never take your hands off it."

"What if I win?"

"Ha – I'll do the same! You can tie me to the wheel for all I care. But you won't win. You've never ever beaten me!"

Debbie didn't seem to have any doubt that she was going to beat him, and was clearly looking forward to it. She suddenly didn't seem as angry, and she'd got some of her confidence back. She took a triumphant swig of her drink. Demolishing Eric at cards was going to be fun for her. I hoped for her sake this wasn't an example of unjustifiable bravado fueled by Bombay Gin. Though on previous form Eric stood as much chance of surviving another game of cards as did a snowflake in hell.

"Now deal the fucking cards!"

"Do you mind not swearing so much," I said. "I really don't like it." 

In reality I don't mind swearing at all, but it was my boat and I like to appear to be in charge! I am the Captain, after all.

She looked me in the eye and said very emphatically, "Well, fuck you too!" 

And then she gave me her winning gap-toothed smile.

"Deal the cards, Eric." That was better.

They played cards with ferocity. I've never seen people play like that. They slapped cards down on the table, zapped through the deck to shuffle the cards, and dealt cards with such momentum that they spent a lot of time picking them up off the floor. Both played with fierce concentration. After half an hour Debbie had the upper hand, and Eric went to get a couple of beers for us and refill Debbie's glass.

While he was gone, Debbie rearranged her breasts in her bikini top, and leant over and put her hand on my knee.

"He's so hopeless, Lew. I don't know why he bothers." 

She giggled and said "Four whole hours!" I have to admit I felt a stirring in my pants, as I imagined what Debbie and I could do for four hours while Eric was manacled to the wheel.

The denouement was not what I expected. As she gulped her way through another drink Debbie's card skills began to evaporate, along with her good humor. Despite my admonition about bad language on my boat she was cursing under her breath and playing worse and worse.

Eventually Eric said "OK, Debbie. This is it. You lose this hand and you're on watch for the next four hours!"

Debbie shook her head.

"This isn't fair. You must be cheating!"

Eric laughed at her. "I'm not cheating. You're playing like crap."

"No, I've had bad luck and I think you cheat. I always play better than you do. I always win."

"Not this time!"

"I play much better than you do. This isn't fair," she repeated. There was defeat in her voice.

She brightened up, suddenly.

"I'll tell you what, let's just cut the cards and if I lose I'll stand the watch."

"Why would I want to do that?" asked Eric. "I'm about to win, and there's no way I'm going to lose unless you have the world's longest winning streak. If we cut the cards I've got an even chance of four hours stuck at the wheel. You're out of your mind." 

"OK, then. What if...... if I lose I'll do it all day."

"Nope," I said. "That's ridiculous."

"OK, what then?"

Eric laughed. "You said we could tie you to the wheel."

"No I didn't. You make stuff up."

She looked at me, frowning.

"I didn't say that, did I, Lew?"

"Yeah, you did. I'm sorry, but you did."

"I did, didn't I?" she said in a small voice. The bluster and confidence had gone. "I'm not sure I like this. What would I be tied with?"

"Oh, we'll use a sail tie," I started to say.

Eric interrupted me. "With your bikini top!"

"No, Eric! That's awful! You wouldn't."

She looked at me for help. I smile at her and shrugged. 




Dumped at Sea



"Well, it's fifty-fifty if we cut the cards, isn't it?" 

She downed the rest of her drink. 

"Eric always loses," she said, sounding confident, but her body language gave her away.

She leant forward and hugged her knees. "Cut the cards, Eric sweetie."

Eric laughed and shuffled the pack.

"Cut," he said.

She cut the cards and he shuffled them again.

He held out the pack. She took a slab of cards and held it up so we could see the bottom one. 

Queen of Hearts – how appropriate! Eric took a cut and, grinning, held up the King of Spades

"Best of three?" beseeched Debbie. Eric shook his head. "Oh, I hate you! I don't really have to do it, do I?"

Pause.

"OK, then. But I'm only doing it to be a good sport. You shouldn't have won, you know."

She tried to stand, but fell right back on the cushions. She giggled.

"Shit – those gin and tonics were strong." She turned on Eric. "You were trying to get me pissed, weren't you, so you'd win. I'll show you, you freak! I can do anything I want to."

She pulled herself to her feet and maneuvered herself behind the wheel.

"Move your butt." She grabbed hold of the binnacle and swayed her hip into mine the same way I had shoved Eric out of the way only a short time earlier.

She put her hands on her hips. "Now show me how." She shouldn't have let go of the binnacle because she lost her balance and fell against me. Her arms wrapped round my waist. I looked down at her messed-up hair as she used me to regain her balance.

She giggled again – "Whoops! Oh, Lew, you'll have to help me."

I put my arms round her and helped her to the wheel, which she grabbed onto. She was pretty unsteady, so I arranged her hands on it and got the boat pointed in the right direction.

"Two twenty-five; that's about south west."

"This pointer thing keeps swinging around."

"No – it's OK, just don't chase the compass." It wasn't the compass that was at fault. She had forgotten her earlier lesson on how to steer a course. I stood behind her and turned the wheel while she leant back against me and let her hands move as the wheel turned. It took a few minutes for her to get the hang of it again, and I enjoyed the feel of her against me. I know she felt my growing hardness; she couldn't have missed it! But she didn't say anything, just kept leaning back against me.

When I was sure she could hold a course I reluctantly moved to leave.

"Haven't you forgotten something?"

"No. Just hold it like that you'll be fine."

"Aren't you supposed to tie me or something?"

"Me?"

I looked at Eric. He was watching with interest, a half smile on his face, still shuffling the damn cards. 

"Eric's touched me for the last time. You do it. Nobody'll ever say I didn't pay up when I lost a bet."

"Nobody's going to say anything," I said. "I don't want anybody to know about this. Ever!"

She giggled. "I won't tell anybody. Who am I going to tell? My husband?"

"Probably not. So whatever happens on this boat stays on this boat?"

"Don't push your luck. I may be a bit buzzed, but I'm not going to be taken advantage of. Now, if you're going to unhook my top you'd better do it while I concentrate on steering this thing."

I stepped up and unhooked the bra. I slid the shoulder loops down her forearms and pulled her wrists together, binding them with the bra-cups and straps. She wasn't really tied to the wheel; just her wrists were tied together, so that her hands could still spin the wheel to steer.

Eric and I sat down with another beer and watched our defeated card player steer the boat. She had spread her feet as far apart as the sarong would allow because her hands were so close together on the wheel that they did little to help her maintain her balance. Her hair had collapsed into a messy pile and her mascara was smudged. Debbie's sumptuous breasts, freed from the confines and the support of her bikini top, stood splendidly on her chest.

Any sense of loyalty that Eric had felt towards his ex-girlfriend had gone and he now started to discuss her, pointing out her features to me.

"Look at those tits, Lew," he said, as we sat together on the cushions. "Aren't they gorgeous? They're one of the things that I really enjoyed about her. It makes me hard just looking at them."

They were fine, and I agreed with him.

"She does this thing where she shakes them – jiggles them. You should get her to do it for you."

"I don't think she'd do it for me, even if I asked," I laughed.

"Try it."

"OK. Debbie! Can you jiggle your tits for me."

"Fuck off! But you can get me a drink, and I need some suntan stuff. I'm going to get burned to hell."

I told her I'd get the drink. Eric could put the suntan lotion on her.

"I don't like that bastard touching me."

"Then you're going to burn!" And I went down into the cabin.

When I brought the cocktail back to the cockpit Eric was already at work on her with the lotion. It looked as if he had poured a jug of cream on her. He'd slathered on so much that the milky liquid was spread in swirls on her back and shoulders. Eric started massaging the lotion on to her stomach and then her breasts, which slithered under his hands. Debbie didn't react to what he was doing, ignoring him but looking pissed, while concentrating on navigating the boat to Chicago. Eric kept massaging the salve into her skin but had given up any pretense of evenly distributing it and was now only rubbing it into her tits. 

"Give me that drink." Debbie sounded annoyed.

"I can't give it to you – you're tied to the wheel," I laughed. "Someone'll have to hold it for you."

Eric by now had both his arms round her and was rubbing himself against her slippery body, her breasts appearing and disappearing as they slid in and out of his grasp.

"Give me a drink, then, and get this shit-head off me."

I put my arm around her to steady her while I held the drink to her lips. The suntan oil made her slick and warm. She sipped from the glass. Eric's hands slid down her stomach and into the top of her sarong, while mine slid onto her breast.

Right then I wanted her really badly. Until now I had just been an observer of her emotional and physical tussles with Eric, but I didn't want to be an observer any more. I wanted to be a participant. I wanted to do the same things to her that Eric did. I wanted to fuck this big, vulnerable, drunk and arousing woman like I've never wanted anything else. 

"Oh, no!" she said. "Don't do this."

But she never let go of the wheel or tried to move. 

"No! No! You mustn't. No, Lew," she whispered.

I kissed her behind the ear and squeezed her nipple between my fingers.

"Just steer the boat, Debbie!" My voice was hoarse.

My cock was growing hard as I pushed myself against her flank and felt her warm body through my shorts. Eric had one hand deep in her waistband and was tugging down his shorts with the other hand. His cock sprung free, erect and red. 

Debbie's tits were warm and satiny and her nipples were firm. I held the drink to her lips again. She swallowed some but most of it spilt on her tits.

"Ow – that's cold! Lew, don't let Eric do this to me."

Eric was undoing her sarong, and she tried to move her hips away from him, although she didn't make any effort to stop me groping her boobs.

"Fuck it, Eric! Stop!" she shouted.

Eric took no notice and the material dropped to her feet, leaving her naked at the wheel, greasy with sunscreen from the waist up. He wiped some of the lotion off her back and worked it into the skin of his cock. 

My hand slid over the curve of her belly into the dark thatch of hair. I probed in the wet crease between her legs and explored her with my fingers. She was wonderfully hot and moist and slick but she grunted and arched herself away from my hand. Eric sat down on the seat and pulled her backwards onto his cock. The last of the gin and tonic splashed out of the glass. 

Debbie gripped the wheel and pulled herself up. 

"Fuck you, Eric. I won't do it with you."

He pulled her back into his lap.

"You liked it a couple of hours ago."

"Well, you were my boyfriend then."

"Yeah!" he said, "and you weren't married then, either."

They weren't moving, or obviously fucking. She was just sitting there, impaled on his prick, arguing with him

"Well, I'm married now. Get your prick out of me."

"The hell I will. What are you going to do? Tell him?"

"Get out of me!"

She tried to pull herself up but Eric held her round the waist, and started moving his hips on the seat.

"Eric! Dammit!"

But Eric wasn't going to stop, and started fucking her vigorously. Debbie was using the wheel as something to hang on to while Eric ground his cock into her, but the boat was veering off course. When I swung the wheel to straighten the boat up, Debbie let go of it.

I pulled my own shorts down and forced Debbie's tied hands on to my cock while Eric used his grip on her flanks to ride her up and down his prick.

"Oh, No!" said Debbie. "Guys! Please don't!"

She started crying, a muffled moaning sound made rhythmic by the fucking Eric was giving her. Eric maneuvered her into a standing position. She was bent over holding onto my cock and he was fucking her from behind. I steered the boat with one hand and tangled my other hand in her hair to keep her still and hold her head up. Her hair was soft and downy. I used it to pull her lips against my cock but she wouldn't open her mouth, so I had to be satisfied with her hanging on to it. Eric was working hard at her other end. I guess he'd already come once this morning so it took him a while to get himself off. By the time he did come Debbie had quit her crying and was just grunting in two-four time.

"Oh, shit!" cried Eric. "Here it comes!" And he let loose inside her.

Eric pulled out straight away, his still hard cock glistening and dripping in the sun.

"I'll take the wheel," said Eric.

Eric shoved Debbie away from him and took the wheel. I pulled her over to the cockpit cushions and pushed her down. She held up her bound hands.

"Aren't you going to untie me now?"

"I don't think so. You'll do fine like that."

Her face was red, and puffy and tear-stained. I knelt on the cockpit floor and pushed her legs apart. There were wet streaks on the inside of her thighs and her bush was wet and matted.

"Please, Lew. Use a condom."

"I don't need to," I said, and pushed, or rather, slid into her. It's funny fucking a woman that somebody else just fucked. You feel as if you missed the first part of the show. She was loose and slippery inside, but it was that funny sort of "slippery with friction" feeling you get inside a pussy that someone already shot their load into. I'd never had sloppy seconds before, and it felt good. This was the second time Eric and I had done a woman together – but last time it was his wife, in the sleeping bag on that camping trip. I suppose it was only fair that that this time it was my turn to thrust away inside an already soaked pussy.

Debbie lay there on the cushions and watched me fucking her, but she didn't say anything. I couldn't tell whether she was enjoying it or not. She was grunting and heaving in time to the in and out and her face was red and blotchy. I don't know if that was because of the sex or just because it was hot and she'd been crying. 

It was good to fuck a woman her size. You didn't feel she was going to break if you did it hard. She had a good solid feel to her. She was big enough that she filled the space on the cockpit cushions, and I could slam away at her pussy as vigorously as I liked and she didn't move much. I got a fast rhythm going. I fucked her furiously. I was desperate to come in her, but she was so wet that I couldn't quite get enough friction.

"Come on Debbie, give it to me. Make me come!"

My cock slid in and out, fast and slick, right up to the hilt, as far and as fast as I could push it. The speed nearly made up for the lack of friction – but I was like one of those over-lubricated drilling machines in a machine shop that are bathed in oil so they don't overheat. And the deck was hard on my knees. I loved the feel of my cock sliding in her, but the harder I fucked her the more my knees hurt.

I think she was beginning to enjoy it because by the time I decided I couldn't stand the pain in my knees any more she had a sloppy slack-jawed smile on her face, but maybe it was just because she was drunk.

"Get on your knees."

She held out her bound hands and I pulled her up. She knelt on the cushions with her head pushed through the safety lines on the side of the boat and I knelt on the cushions behind her and speared her again with my swollen prick. The angle of her pussy was much better and it had some grip and resistance to it this time and I knew she would soon get me off. I was pretty far gone anyway and I could feel that "gotta come" sensation in the root of my cock, so I gave it to her as hard and fast as I could.

It didn't take me long to reach the point of no return and a few days worth of spunk came boiling out of me. I buried my cock in her and exploded a barrage of semen as deep inside her as I could. She let out a big groan and squeezed down on me. I hung on to her hips until the aftershocks stopped coming, and enjoyed the sensation of being inside her and the warmth of her broad and beautiful ass.

Finally I let her go and she turned rounds and held out her hands."Now untie me!"

I tried to kiss her but she turned her head away. I untied the bikini top and freed her hands and she got unsteadily to her feet. She put one hand between her legs to catch the goop that was leaking out and staggered to the companionway and disappeared below.

"Wow!" said Eric. "I never saw anything like that before. That was fucking unreal."

I laughed.

"We are two bad fuckers, that's for sure!" said Eric.

"I'll take the wheel," I said, picking up my shorts. "You go and see if she's all right – and pass me up a beer."

Eric came back in a couple of minutes with a cold one for each of us. "She's going to sleep. Got to sleep it off I think. She was pretty tanked."

"She sure was. She's a pretty good fuck though, isn't she?"

"Was!" said Eric. "Was a good fuck!" 

We went on to talk about other things. The skyscrapers of Chicago came up over the horizon and Eric and I spent a happy few hours reminiscing, downing beers and eating more than our share of greasy potato chips. It was the sort of afternoon that we would remember for a long time – the companionship of two guys with nothing to worry them except how many beers were left in the ice chest.

My wife met us at the dock in Chicago. Eric and Debbie got off the boat together to go and find the car they had left in the parking lot, so they could return to Michigan and pick up their other car in which they had driven to the boat.

My wife said "She doesn't look very happy."

"No," I said. "They just broke up." 



Dumped at the Dance Club



I went through a really rough divorce a while back; my ego got beat up pretty badly, but now I've stopped whining about it. You know, shit happens, sometimes stuff doesn't work out, you pick up your life and get on with it. I dated quite a few times, but my heart really wasn't in it so maybe that's why it didn't turn out very well. I've dated four women since the divorce and going by the first three, a very small sample I grant you, things aren't like they were when I was last in the dating pool eight or ten years ago. I'll give you a good example. I was feeling sort of back to normal, with regard to the divorce, like maybe it was a good thing for me. I met a nice woman on line, nice looking lots of laughter, great in bed. We had been screwing for several months when we went to a dance club, were having a good time, drinking and dancing, the place was getting hot. There were flashes of tit and butt cheeks galore. 

We were out on the floor for over an hour before we crawled off to get a couple of beers and some water. We collapsed at a table as Coleen kicked her shoes off because her feet hurt, when moments later, some guy came over and hit on her. Hmmh! Hope springs eternal; I thought the guy must be practicing to learn how to take rejection. To my surprise, without a word to me, Coleen got up, put her shoes on the table, asked me to watch her purse, and pranced barefoot out onto the floor with him. I did a slow burn while I drank my beer...then finished hers. I had to piss so I asked a red haired girl at the next table to watch her stuff for a few minutes, and on my way to the bathroom I went looking for them. They were writhing together rubbing bodies, hands...masturbating each other mostly through their clothing. Not the most lurid couple out there, but in that little part of the floor, they were the entertainment. I figured she had found herself a ride home so I stopped at the bathroom on my way out the door.

She called me at 11:30 the next morning mad as hell.

"Jason you fucking bastard, I'm coming over to get my shoes and purse. Why did you leave me there?"

"Oh, good morning to you too, Coleen! After you disappeared onto the dance floor for the better part of an hour and I saw you dirty dancing with the guy that picked you up, I figured you found yourself another ride home so I asked the red haired woman at the next table to watch your stuff and left."

"What! No way! No fucking way, you're bullshitting. Look asshole, I'm coming over to pick them up." 

"I'm not 'shitting you, last time I saw your stuff it was on the table in the club. I don't have 'em."

"You fucking cocksucker! You let somebody steal my purse! What did I do to deserve that?"

"I just told you. We arrived at the club as a couple, without a word you went off with another guy, I saw you were enjoying him fondling your tits and cunt on the dance floor, and after waiting nearly an hour, I figured you changed horses and therefore my obligation to you was over so I left. How was the stallion, by the way?"

"Jesus, dude! That didn't mean nothing, that was just fooling around! "

"Caller ID says Dwayne Arnold, that the guy you were messing around with?"

"Look, what was I to do? I was barefoot, no money, no phone, he was nice enough to give me a ride home. Look, really it's a big deal, this, the shoes were $150, and phone's $400. That's $550 you owe me.

So Dwayne spent the night with her. Good for him, he got lucky, and if that's the kind of girl she is, so did I. 

"Hey Coleen, gimme a break, I didn't turn my phone off, you didn't call me, or apparently anyone else to get you home. I took you there, paid the cover, some drinks...you dumped me, so don't worry about it, you can get a phone for like $20, and the shoes didn't fit you anyway, remember they hurt your feet. When you get a cell phone, give me a call, maybe we can hang out some time."

"Dude, you lost my shit! Look I'm not being a hard ass here, forget about the shoes, but I need the fucking phone! Three hundred bucks, dude, you need to make me right!"

It crossed my mind to offer to pay on the installment plan, I mean, what's a good fuck session worth, $100? But I would be wasting my time and hers.

"Look, I don't want you running up Dwayne's phone bill; I got another call I have to take. Keep in touch," and I hung up. Damn, I don't need that.



Dumped



"Give me all you got," Maggie thought when his first load filled her tiny mouth and then the second and third. 

Todd collapsed back and just lay there while she moved into the small bath. Moments later she returned. "Now it's your turn," she giggled. 

He felt her guide his head down between her legs. "Take your time kissing and licking me. But spend a lot of time right here." 

Todd concentrated on the space just below her clitty as Cassie had called it. His hands cupped her ass and pulled her pussy up until his whole tongue disappeared into her hot oven. If he couldn't fuck her with his prick he could with his tongue. In and out he went many times before she screamed. "NOW....BABY...NOW!" 

Two more times they awoke that night and pleasured each other with their hands and mouths. Finally when the light broke through the tiny window they were fast asleep with Todd's front pressed into her backside and his hand cupping her breast. 

*****

"Umm," Maggie moaned when her eyes opened and she felt him hard again against her butt. His body was slowly lifting and lowering which allowed him to fuck up and down her cheeks. 

"Good morning mother," he whispered. 

"Good morning son," she giggled. She squeezed her butt tighter and felt him shutter. "You like my butt don't you?" 

"I like everything," he whispered. His lips kissed her neck while he reached between her thighs to again finger-fuck her. 

"Easy I'm sore," she whispered. "It's been a while you know." 

He continued humping up and down her cheeks. Five minutes later he grunted and splashed his juices up her back. "Do you want me to finish you?" 

"No...let's go and take a bath in the lake," she answered. Naked they walked outside in the cool air and dove into the clear clean water. 

*****

Cassie tried calling Todd's cell phone all day Saturday and Sunday but he had turned it off. She locked herself in her room for the weekend crying and knowing she had messed up. Randy had come onto her so fast and so strong and smooth that she didn't realize what was happening until her panties were off and he was penetrating her. 

The party she had attended was for the dance team only so when she got there and saw the few guys she started to call Todd but stopped when Randy pulled her into his arms to dance. "How come you've been avoiding me?" 

Cassie knew Randy was the school's woman's man but the two beers had her resistance low. "I'm taken you know." 

"No one will know," he whispered while gently kissing the tiny blonde hairs on her neck. 

Cassie closed her eyes and forgot about her boyfriend and her promise. Randy was smooth and very experienced. He whispered how beautiful she was and how much he desired her. Somehow they had danced close to the bedroom door and seconds later they were inside. She heard him lock the door and moved to go around him but he grabbed her and forcefully kissed her. 

"No......stop," she said when his hands cupped her panty-covered ass under her short sundress. 

"Shhh, let's just mess around some," he whispered. "You have the nicest ass in school." 

Cassie liked his comments and melted again in his arms thinking she could stop it if it got too far. She didn't feel his pull down her zipper but did feel her shoulder straps fall from her shoulders. The lowered zipper caused the dress to fall at her feet. "Oh God." 

"God you are so beautiful," he whispered looking at her perky nipples pushing out her semi-cup bra. His face dropped between her small mounds and before she could blink had pulled down the right cup and found her tiny hard nipple. 

"Randy........don't," she moaned. He was so unlike Todd who was tender and caring. As he suckled her nipple he released her bra and left her standing in only her panties. How she got this close to being naked she didn't know. It was then he picked her up and carried her to the small bed. "We can't." 

Randy smiled hearing her soft rejection which meant she wasn't really sure. So many girls he had seduced this way and now the school's smartest girl was about to give him her most valued prize. His hands moved up the outsides of her thighs as he kissed up the insides. 

"Ohhh," Cassie moaned as she watched his mouth getting closer to her covered and damp pussy. She had refused oral sex from Todd but now her resistance was too low. Her legs opened when his whole mouth covered her puffy virginity. When his tongue pressed down and found her clitty she lifted up to meet his mouth. 

Randy performed his magic on her covered pussy and when she opened her legs more he pulled the panties aside and dove into her bare and exposed sex. He quickly found out she was still a virgin before concentrating on her little clitty. 

Cassie was lost in sex now and didn't feel him pull off her last piece of clothing. She started to complain when his mouth moved away from her need until the lips found her nipples and then her lips. His tongue erased all consciousness as his cock head rubbed up and down her wanton slit. "Put your legs around my hips," he whispered. "I'm going to make you a woman." 

Cassie's mind was lost and was now imagining it was Todd who was about to enter her. They were in a motel room after their graduation and she was ready to receive him. "Do it..fuck me Todd." 

Randy chuckled as he broke her hymen and didn't give her time to receive it. 

"Ahhh......Oh.....it hurts," she moaned. It was then she awoke from her dream. "Oh God stop," she said looking into Randy's eyes. 

Randy might have been labeled a lady's man however he didn't really care about the women's satisfaction. After feeling her tightness he smiled. "I'm going to cum." 

"NO!" Cassie screamed as she grabbed his hair and pulled. As his body jerked to the side and his cock slipped out of her she quickly pulled away and watched his penis spurting onto her thigh.

***** 

Cassie was sitting on Todd's front porch when she saw his mother's car pulling up the driveway. She stood and brushed down her skirt. 

"Uh..oh," Maggie said seeing Cassie. "Looks like we have company." 

"I don't want to talk to her," Todd said after they had stopped the car. He had driven back and was sitting in the driver's seat. After Maggie got out and took her suitcase he backed out. 

"TODD WAIT!!" Cassie screamed. But he was quickly out into the street and around the corner. 

"He's not ready," Maggie said. She could see the girl had been crying. "Why don't you come in and we can talk." 

Maggie dropped her bag and led the girl to the sofa. "Can I get you a drink or something?" 

"No. I'm not drinking or eating until he forgives me," she sobbed. 

"Well that's not going to help either of you," Maggie said. She got a glass of water and handed it to her. "Todd still loves you." 

"He does," she said after taking a sip. 

"If he didn't he wouldn't be acting this way," Maggie said. "So tell me what happened." 

"I.....can't," Cassie said looking down. She had gotten close to her the past year or so but to confess what she had done was embarrassing. 

"Well I can't help you unless I know," she whispered while pulling the blonde hair back from her forehead. 

"I didn't want it to happen," she started. "I was at a party I thought was girls only and this guy...." She stopped before telling her everything that had occurred. 

"Wow," Maggie said sitting back. "I can see how something like that could happen." 

"You ........ can?" Cassie had thought that she would blame her for everything. 

"Well..the result was bad. You had sex with another guy but it sounds as if you were under the influence and was seduced." 

"I was," Cassie said almost smiling. "But Todd will never forgive me." She started crying again. 

"Hush...hush," Maggie whispered. "Maybe I can help." 

*****

An hour later Todd parked the car down the street and snuck behind his house and up to the back door. He listened to see if Cassie was still inside but didn't hear anything. After entering the house he tip-toed through the first floor and finally upstairs. 

"I'm in here," Maggie yelled from her son's bedroom. 

"Did she leave?" Todd asked as he turned the corner but then froze. On his bed was his mother completely naked on her back. "What's going on?" 

"Remove your clothes and come here," Maggie grinned. 

"Did she come in? Did you talk?" He asked while he stripped. 

Maggie moved over to let him lie next to her. She nibbled on his ear and touched his soft noodle until it started expanding. "Yes we talked a lot," she whispered. "She told me everything. She still loves you very much." 

"But.......she..." 

"Fucked another guy," Maggie finished. "She messed up. She had too much to drink and the guy seduced her." 

"Are you......are you taking her side?" He asked feeling his cock rock hard in her fist. 

"I'm not taking anyone's side," she whispered. "Sometimes we do something wrong and we wished afterwards that it didn't happen. The only way to really forgive something like that is to get even." 

"Get even," he repeated. "I don't understand." 

"You have to fuck another woman," she whispered. "Then you are even." 

He laughed. "That won't happen very quickly." He closed his eyes and relaxed feeling really good as she stroked him slowly. 

"Are you sure?" She asked before moving her body on top of his and aiming his hard-on up at her ready and willing pussy. 

"Oh Shit," Todd said realizing what was about to happen. "Are you sure?" 

"Yes it's the only way for you to get even without messing around with someone Cassie might not like," she giggled as she dropped lower until the mushroom head disappeared into her outer lips. 

"Ohhhh," he moaned as two more inches disappeared. 

"You see I've always liked Cassie and have hoped that she would be my daughter some day." Maggie lowered two more inches and sighed. 

"Oh that feels so.........good," he whimpered. Her body reached bottom after three more inches and then lifted and lowered over and over. 

"Do you think this makes you two even?" Maggie whispered. 

"Oh........what?....even...yes...we are even," he moaned. 

"So you'll forgive her and keep loving her?" Maggie was moving her ass faster now knowing he was ready to cum. 

"Yes......I love her and forgive her. I'll call her later," he moaned. 

"No need," Maggie giggled. "You can come out now Cassie." 

"What?" Todd said as he tried to sit up but Maggie pushed him back down. 

"Hi honey," Cassie giggled as she moved out of the closet and stood by the bed. 

"OH GOD STOP!" Todd cried out but Maggie didn't miss a stroke. "Cassie.......I can explain." As much as he said he wanted to stop his body didn't. His hands grabbed onto her hips. "OH NO...I'M CUMING!" 

Both women giggled as his body tensed up and he unloaded deep inside a female for the first time. Finally after about 30 seconds Maggie lifted off of him and Cassie sat down next to him. 

"You don't have to explain," Cassie giggled. "Your mother told me everything." 

"She..........did?" Todd asked looking over at his mother pulling on her clothes. 

Cassie started. "Yes and we both agreed that she would be the best one to fuck you. I don't want you fucking someone else that I have to be worried about." 

"I think I've been set up," Todd grinned at his two favorite women. "What do we do now?" 

"Well I have to go grocery shopping," Maggie said as she slipped on her shoes. "What you two do is up to you." 

After Maggie left Cassie stood by the bed and unbuttoned the front of her dress. 

"Holy shit," Todd whispered as the dress fell to the floor, the bra and then finally the panties. 

"You see she told me how she taught you how to make a woman ready." Cassie moved next to him onto her back. 

"You..........want me to..." 

"Yes. The sex I had with Randy was horrible and hurt. I want you to be the first to really make love to me." She pulled his lips down to hers and they kissed and touched for ten minutes before his lips traveled down to the blonde vee. 

Cassie held his lips and face against her while she peeked over at the doorway to see Maggie watching them. She smiled and moved her lips. "THANK YOU." 

Todd remembered every little detail his mother had taught him so after Cassie climaxed the first time from his tongue he kissed up her body over her small breasts to her lips. Since he had climaxed with his mother he knew he would be able to last longer in Cassie. 

"I want you," she whispered while she aimed his sword at her damp hole. "Fuck me Todd." 

Todd did just that and within three minutes Cassie climaxed for the second time and two minutes later for the third time. By the time he climaxed her body was blown apart into tiny pieces. 

They lay together kissing and hugging for another hour before he whispered. "Don't you care that I...you know...with my mother?" 

"If it wasn't for her I wouldn't have you back again," she whispered. "Plus I don't think I would have cum three times." 

An hour later they all had a nice dinner and then watched a movie. "I better go home," Cassie said not wanting to leave her lovers arms. She kissed Todd and hugged Maggie before leaving. 

As the movie ended Todd started to stand up but Maggie pulled him back down and gave him a long wet kiss. 

"What about Cassie?" he asked. 

"She said it was alright," Maggie laughed. She stood and removed her tee shirt and bra. "I'll be in my bed." 

"She did?" 

*****

For the next month and into the summer Todd kept both women satisfied. It was August at their going away to college dinner that Maggie surprised them both. 

Todd was finishing his favorite food when the doorbell rang. "Who is that?" 

"Wait here," Maggie grinned. 

He looked over to see Cassie smiling. "What is going on?" 

"You'll see," she said when they heard footsteps. 

Todd turned and saw his father. "Dad?" 

"Hi son," Mike said holding out his arms. Todd moved into them. 

"Thanks for coming." He looked at his mother and remembered what she had said about him not stepping a foot inside their house anymore. 

"I wanted to see you before you left for college and wanted to meet this girl I've heard so much about." He moved over and hugged Cassie. 

"Who did you hear it from?" He knew his mother said she would never talk to him again. 

Mike moved over and put his arm around Maggie. "I've been secretly dating your mother again." 

"What?" Todd sat down totally shocked. "But.....the divorce and.." 

"I've forgiven your father," Maggie grinned. She winked at Cassie. "You two taught me all about forgiving." 

"Unbelievable," Todd gasped. He stood again and hugged both of his parents. Later they pulled Cassie into their group hug. 

*****

"Where did Mom and Dad go?" Todd asked Cassie later as they sat watching a movie. 

"Upstairs," she giggled. She kissed his earlobe and squeezed his bulge. "Why don't we go and find your bed?" 

"I guess this changes things.........you know," he whispered as they climbed into the bed naked and ready. 

Cassie mounted his saddle horn and smiled. "Maybe........maybe not." 

Todd heard her but figured sex was over between him and his mother. It didn't matter that much because he was leaving with his love and his father was back in the mix. As his bed banged against the way they heard the master bed doing the same. 

Early the next morning Cassie and Todd drove away to college. 

*****

TWO MONTHS LATER. 

"I can't wait to see them again," Maggie said to Mike as she peeked out the front window for the tenth time that morning. "I'm so glad for semester break." 

"Me too. I really didn't get to talk to him much before they left," Mike smiled. He had moved back into the house after a month of the hottest sex they had ever had. He really didn't understand her change of heart or why she had forgiven him but he didn't care. 

"THEY'RE HERE!" She yelled before opening the front door and running out to the driveway. As soon as the car stopped she pulled him out and gave him a big hug. "I missed you so much," she whispered. 

"Me too," Todd whispered back. He smiled as his father walked up waiting for his hug. 

Cassie stayed back as they hugged and then hugged Todd's dad. As Maggie hugged her she whispered. "We need to talk." 

"I know," Cassie giggled. 

As the men sat on the chaise lounges near the pool Maggie and Cassie looked out at them through the kitchen window. "Are you still agreeable to do this?" Maggie asked. 

"Yes but it could backfire on us. We need to take it slow," Cassie grinned. "We'll be here all week." 

"Are you going to stay with us?" Maggie asked. 

"Yes, my parents are out of town and I saw them last week anyway when they came by the college." 

"Todd won't like it but you'll stay in the guest room." 

"Good idea," the young girl said. 

*****

"You've moved in," Todd said excitedly. "Dad that's great." 

"Your Mother and I are happier than ever," he grinned. "She's been like a different woman." 

"I know," Todd smiled as he looked at his two women's faces in the kitchen window. He knew something was up with them because he had found out that they had talked privately the past month. Cassie had also dropped some hints about him getting with his mother again. "They both have." 

*****

After a quick bite of lunch the four put on their bathing suits and enjoyed the pool and Jacuzzi. Todd was surprised when he saw Cassie's tiny bikini but didn't complain. Neither did his father who couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her cute little ass. 

"I think you hit the jackpot with her," Mike whispered to his son as Cassie posed on the edge of the pool. 

"Definitely," Todd smiled. He was finally getting what the women had planned. It was so good that he decided to help it along. "Come on Dad lets go in." 

Mike laughed as Todd grabbed Cassie and the two went tumbling into the deep end. Maggie stood in the shallow in watching as the two surfaced. She smiled when she saw that Todd had pulled down the right cup of Cassie's top and her small but firm pink titty appeared. 

Mike didn't miss it either and sat up hoping to see more but the girl quickly pulled it up and lightly smacked his son. 

"Todd!" Maggie blushed. They all laughed and then Mike decided to get closer to the action. 

"Let's chicken fight," Todd dared. "Mom and I against Cassie and Dad." 

"Sure," Maggie giggled as she moved behind Todd and after he lowered himself in the water she climbed on top of his shoulders when his head between her thighs. 

"Do you wanta?" Mike smiled at the cute girl. To have her young tender body on his would be a dream. 

"Yes, let's beat them," Cassie giggled. She lifted her butt onto the edge of the pool and watched as he walked towards her. She opened her legs knowing the tiny bikini would show him that she was a natural blonde. He didn't miss the few curly hairs escaping before he turned and felt her body move on his shoulders. His hands automatically grabbed onto her thighs just above her knees as her crotch pressed into the back of his neck. Mike suddenly realized he had a hard-on. 

As the two couples moved towards each other the men moved their hands up and down the women's thighs to get a better hold and to feel their softness. 

"Ready?" Maggie asked before she lunged forward and grabbed Cassie's arm. 

"Hey we weren't ready," Mike complained as his wife twisted them around until Cassie's body fell backwards and downwards. He continued holding onto her legs while he moved away. 

Cassie giggled and reached up to grab onto his head. As she pulled up his hands moved back until they cupped her buttocks. It looked as if it was purely an accident but Cassie knew he was getting a feel when he squeezed them. Finally she pulled all the way up and they moved like a shark towards their pray. 




Dumped



Cassie and Maggie made eye contact before they moved together. They locked hands and then pulled closer. It was Maggie who grabbed onto Cassie's top strap first. As she pulled it downward the cup again pulled loose exposing her breast. 

"Hey! My Top!" Cassie screamed. However she didn't try to pull it back up. 

"That's not fair," Mike laughed as he tried to look over his head. "I can't see!" 

Both Maggie and Todd could see however as Cassie smiled at them before reaching behind her and releasing the clasp. When Maggie pulled this time she held the bikini top in her hand. 

"Look what I have," Maggie giggled. 

"Shit," Mike said realizing the girl was topless but he couldn't see. He kept caressing her legs. It was then Cassie pulled off Maggie's top with her help of course when Mike wasn't looking. 

"Jesus Maggie," Mike said knowing their son would be seeing her boobs. 

"So what," the new Maggie laughed as she felt back off of Todd's shoulders and stood proudly displaying her soft treasures to all three of them. 

"Let's switch," Cassie giggled before falling off of Mike. When she surfaced she saw the older man waiting and smiling. Cassie climbed onto Todd's shoulders and Maggie on her husband's. This time as they chicken fought the men got good views of the titties bouncing above them. This went on for ten minutes until Maggie pulled Cassie towards her and the four bodies splashed backwards all twisted together. As luck would have it Cassie's legs curled around Mike's waist which caused her petite titties to press into his head and face. 

Maggie quickly discovered her son was hard and ready as they held their breaths underwater. When he grabbed a feel of her breast she pushed him back and surfaced. 

"Well no use to be shy anymore," Maggie laughed seeing Mike's eyes on Cassie's chest. 

"Yeah since we are all family," Todd grinned. It was time to tell them the news. 

"Family," Maggie repeated. 

"Yes," Cassie giggled. "Todd proposed to me." 

"OH MY GOD!" Maggie yelled. She hugged Cassie which caused both men to watch their boobs crush together and then Maggie hugged her son. 

"Aren't you going to hug me?" Cassie asked Mike shyly. 

"Uh....sure," Mike said seeing his wife's tits crushing into his son's chest. He moved to Cassie and pulled her into him. As he felt her small pointed hard tips she felt his manhood. 

"Congratulations son," Mike said shaking Todd's hand. They didn't want to hug in the condition they both were in. 

"Come on we need to open some champagne," Maggie said as she led Cassie from the pool. Again both men were frozen while their eyes tracked their butts to the chairs and watched as they dried their bare mounds. Mike expected them to put on their tops but they just turned and walked into the house. "Are you two coming?" 

"Yes," Todd smiled. "I'll be there in a sec," Mike said hoping his libido would go down. 

Cassie and Maggie stood by the door laughing at the men. Finally Todd made it inside. "So did we give your father a heart attack?" Cassie giggled. 

"Are you two doing what I think you are?" Todd asked suspiciously. 

"Yes as long as you don't mind," Cassie said before reaching down and grabbing onto his bulge. Maggie quickly did the same. "Well?" 

"He might not go for it," Todd said wishing he was alone with both of them right now. 

"Stop he's coming," Maggie said seeing her husband moving quickly to the house with a towel wrapped around his waist hiding his excitement. 

Maggie hurried to the closet and was walking with the bottle when Mike came in. 

Mike stopped. "So is topless the way it's going to be around here?" 

"You don't mind do you?" Cassie asked as she pushed out her chest. 

"No. In Europe families don't get hung up on nudity." Mike sat at the table trying not to stare at his future daughter's pink nips. It was strange he thought with his wife's big hooters on display in front of Todd. 

Maggie popped the cork and poured them all a drink. "To our new family," Mike toasted. He was really looking to having Cassie around especially if he got to look at her like this. 

*****

It was after dinner and finished another bottle of champagne that they headed upstairs to shower and get their nightclothes on. As Mike pulled down his trunks Maggie giggled at his still rigid shaft. 

"So has the teenie-bopper got you all hard and bothered?" 

"What.......no of course not," he lied. "It was you." 

"Right," Maggie said while curling her fingers around it and pulling him to the bed. "You've been hard since she lost her top." 

"Well yes seeing someone that young." 

"It's OK you know," Maggie smiled. 

"OK? What do you mean?" Mike said feeling ready to pop. 

"You can look all you want." She moved her lips down and lightly kissed the tip. "I almost lost you the first time because you got bored with me." 

"Maggie I told you that I've always loved you." 

"I know but sex wasn't that exciting after a while. I've realized we both have to loosen up." 

"What I did was wrong...." 

"Shhh." Maggie opened her lips and sucked in about half of this six inch lollipop. She pulled off and looked at him. "From now on I tell you when you can mess around with someone else." 

"Mess........a...round," he moaned. "You won't care?" 

"Not if I can mess around too," Maggie giggled. Again she engulfed his shaft. 

"Oh Shit........I don't know if I will.....be able......to watch..you mess around..." 

Maggie had planted the seed and knew his mind was churning around and around. Seconds later he filled her mouth and throat with his wet passion. 

*****

"You're not going to wear that are you?" Todd asked Cassie when he walked into her bedroom and saw her in a short sleeveless tee shirt that fell down to the middle of her silky pink and lacy panties. 

"Family remember?" Cassie giggled. 

"Shit he's going to have a heart attack and a stroke." 

*****

Maggie too had put on a thin nightgown that did little to hide her braless mounds and hard tips. They could also easily see that she was not wearing panties under the clinging black silk. When she walked into the den and saw Cassie she laughed. "I give him no longer than two days." 

"Mom he's not going to cheat on you even with Cassie," Todd whispered not sure if he was coming down soon. "He did it once and now knows made a big mistake." 

"We talked about possibly sharing with others," Maggie whispered. 

"Yeah but not with his son and future daughter." 

"Not what?" Mike asked after walking into the room. 

"Nothing," Maggie grinned. "Come and sit with me on the love seat." 

Mike's eyes were in disbelief when they saw Cassie sitting calmly in thin panties. And she had her right foot crossed under her left knee which exposed her whole pussy area. He even thought he could see the shape and shadow of her pussy and light bush. 

"Let's start the movie," Todd said aiming the remote at the DVD. He put his hand over Cassie's shoulder and lightly brushed over her poorly covered titty. 

Mike did his best to concentrate on the movie until Maggie dropped her elbow into his lap and rubbed it over his semi-hard-on. He lifted her elbow up afraid that Todd and Cassie could see until he looked their way and saw his son fondling the young girl's breast. Things were moving so fast he didn't have time to analyze. However his body really didn't care. 

Maggie rubbed until his dick was pushing directly upward. They both pretended to be watching the movie as she dropped her hand and started squeezing and stroking. 

"Holy shit," Todd whispered when he saw his parents. Never would he have imagined that she would be stroking him like this. He actually found himself jealous of his father. 

Maggie reached next to her and turned off the only light on. The room darkened with the only light emitting from the TV as the movie moved from light scenes to darker ones. 

"Maggie stop," Mike finally said. "They can see." 

"Good, I told you I'm different." 

One minute turned into ten and suddenly Mike felt his bare cock out of his pajamas being stroked out in the open. He knew it was wrong but knowing Cassie could now see his hard-on he didn't care. That was what made him cross over the peak. "OHHH!" 

Cassie giggled and Todd smiled while Maggie drained his hose. 

"I......uh..need to clean up," Mike said before standing and also walking upward. 

"I think I'm going to bed," Cassie said as she stood and wiggled up the stairs. 

Maggie glanced over at Todd. "You have no idea how horny I am right now." 

Todd too needed relief. "But what if he comes back?" 

"I think Cassie will keep him busy."

Todd moved down onto his back when she crawled to the sofa. Since she was not wearing panties it only took a few seconds for her to pull up her gown and climb on his tower which she had pulled from his pajamas. "Oh my." 

*****

Although he had been jerked off he was still somewhat hard as he thought about Cassie in her thin panties watching them. He looked in the mirror of his bath and pushed off his pajama bottoms. After turning sideways and sucking in his tummy he grabbed his cock and stroked it with his eyes closed. 

Cassie pulled off her top and tip-toed to the master bedroom door which was cracked open. She peeked inside and when she saw the bedroom was empty she quickly moved inside and up to the bathroom door which was also cracked open. From this angle she could see into the large mirror at her future father jerking off. 

"UH MR. BLAKE!" Cassie yelled as she burst open the door. 

"SHIT!" Mike exclaimed. He realized his hand was still on his hard cock so he turned facing away from her hoping she had not seen what he was doing. 

"Oh I'm sorry," she blushed as she froze. She then realized that he had a cute hard butt for an older man. 

He grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around his waist. "Cassie......you...shouldn't be here." His eyes caught and held onto her titties in the mirror. 

She smiled. "Family remember? European families." 

"Yes but." He looked over her shoulder. "They might come up here." 

Cassie smiled and kicked the door closed behind her. "I got to see you so it's only fair if you see me," she teased as her fingers pinched her panty waistband. "Do you want me to take these off?" 

"Oh God.......yes so much but....we can't...I can't." He said looking at the soft pubic mound thru the then material. "I can't cheat on my wife again." 

"Oh well your loss," she giggled. She then pulled out the waistband enough for him to see the small golden puff of hair and the thin pink slit below it. 

Mike's body trembled as she walked slowly up to him and leaned up to lightly press her soft lips to his. As her tongue licked across his lower lip she pulled on the towel until it fell at his feet. When his tongue reached out to meet hers she curled her tiny fingers around his thick throbbing member. 

*****

"I don't hear anything up there," Todd whispered to his mother as she continued rising and falling. 

She laughed. "He's probably speechless." 

They took their time fucking for another five minutes until Todd saw Cassie walk up next to him. He quickly looked back but she smiled. "He turned me down. He doesn't want to cheat on Maggie." 

"Shit we better stop," Todd said. 

"He'll be a while in the shower," Cassie giggled. "I gave him something to think about." 

"Tell me later," Todd groaned. "I'm getting close." 

"Me too baby," Maggie whispered. "Fill me up." 

*****

Mike was lying naked in bed feeling bad that he had messed around with his son's girlfriend. Sure his wife said they would be more adventurous but he and Cassie had crossed the line. He knew he had to tell his ex-wife even if she kicked him out again. He heard the door open and saw her walk inside the dark room. Seconds later she moved her nude body under the new black silk sheets she had bought. 

"Are you sleeping?" She whispered. Her right hand found his hairy thigh and snaked upward until she found his manhood. 

"No." He grabbed her hand and stopped her. "Something happened." 

Maggie leaned back not expecting this. 

"Cassie and I....we...uh...she saw me naked and......then oh God Maggie I'm so sorry." 

"It's OK," Maggie whispered. 

"OK? How can kissing and having her touching me be OK?" 

Maggie tried not to laugh. "Todd and Cassie have a special relationship. She cheated on him a few months ago and then he did the same to get even. Now they are more open....like we have become." 

"Yes but....to make love with my future daughter is so wrong." Just the thought caused him to release her hand which moved quickly to his need. 

"This doesn't think it's wrong," Maggie giggled. 

"Ohhh," Mike moaned as she sucked in the tip. 

*****

"Hide for a while," Maggie told her son the next morning around 9:00AM. Mike was still in bed and she needed Todd gone for her plan to work. 

"OK," Todd answered. Cassie and she had told him about what had happened last night and how close his father had come with his girl. 

Cassie walked over. "So you told him that it was alright with you that he and I ..." 

"Yes." Maggie heard the shower come up upstairs. "Quick let's get upstairs." 

*****

Mike smiled as he soaped his hard body. If his son and now fiancée had an opened relationship then who was he to argue if she wanted to fuck him? He rinsed his hair and dried it and his body before walking out into the bedroom stark naked. He froze when he saw Cassie's naked body face down on the bed with Maggie sitting next to her. 

"Good morning honey," Maggie giggled. "Look who decided to come to our bed." 

Cassie looked back and giggled. "Hi Mr. Blake." 

"Todd?" He asked. 

"Gone for a while," Maggie lied. "Come here and feel how soft and smooth her butt is." Maggie rubbed over Cassie's buns and gave her left cheek a squeeze. 

Mike couldn't stop now if a freight train was between him and the bed. He moved next to his wife and let her take his hard hand and drop it to Cassie's wonderful soft ass. As he started moving his fingers she pulled her hand away and watched. 

After a few minutes Maggie tapped on her shoulder. "Why don't you turn over and show him everything?"

Mike's fingers stopped as the girl's body turned. He followed the white outline of where her bikini bottoms were located until he saw the yellow mane and then her pink pussy lips. "Jesus." 

Cassie giggled and placed her hands behind her head. "Go ahead." 

Mike didn't blink. His hand moved up over her knee to her tender thigh and then rubbed his middle finger into her sex. As the legs opened he entered her and saw her eyes close. 

"She wants you to fuck her," Maggie whispered. "Go ahead." 

Twice he heard 'go ahead' and he liked the sound of both. He was lost for words as he crawled up between her legs and slid his hips forward until the tip of his cock pressed into her opened lips. It was then Maggie grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down the slippery gash. 

"Oh Shit," Mike moaned. Never would he ever believe that his wife would be doing this. He looked into Cassie's wanton eyes. 

"Fuck me please," Cassie moaned. "Fuck me Daddy." 

Maggie positioned the tip at her entrance. "Go ahead," she said again. 

Mike lowered his hips and felt himself entering her hot channel. Her small hands reached around and grabbed onto his ass to pull him into her harder and faster. Before he knew it he was all the way in. 

Cassie was so turned on so when Maggie's fingers found her raised clitty and rubbed it she came unglued. "OH GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?" She turned her head towards Maggie and pulled her future mother's faced down to hers. Their open lips meshed and their tongues explored and tasted another woman for the first time. 

Todd hid outside the door listening to the action and peeked in when Cassie cried out. He smiled when he saw her legs wrapped around his father's hips and gasped when he saw her french-kissing his mother. He tip-toed up to the bed ready for the last part of the plan. 

"Having fun?" 

Mike heard his son's voice and panicked. "TODD!" He started to pull back but Cassie's legs held him tightly. "They said......they said that..." 

"It's OK," Todd grinned. He pushed down his shorts and stood proudly showing his manhood. "But if you do my girl then I have to do yours." 

Maggie heard the conversation and lifted her hips making her pussy ready for her son. She lifted her face to her shocked husband's face. "I want him to." 

Mike's thoughts were scrambled. Cassie's pussy felt so good but to have his son fuck his own mother. "Family remember" he thought back what Cassie had said last night. He kept fucking the girl as he looked at his son and nodded. 

"Thank you," Maggie giggled as Todd's long hard cock pierced her moist and ready hole. 

No more words were said nor needed as the bodies moved with a purpose to get them all off. Maggie continued kissing and touching Cassie and the men did their best to keep from cuming too soon. 

"Ohhhh," Cassie moaned to let them all know she was ready. 

"Me too," Maggie said. And the men were more than ready. Their hips went to warp speed until the women's screams shattered the air. The men grunted and groaned as their cannons emptied their spunky loads. 

*****

It was Thanksgiving break when Cassie and Todd returned home again but this time they stayed at Cassie's parent's house. Todd had to sleep in the guest room so when Cassie's mother Ann tapped on the door the next morning to wake him up she figured he was in the bathroom when he didn't answer. She almost dropped the towels when she saw him naked on the bed on his back with his long hard cock pointing up at her. She quickly dashed back out and closed the door. 

Cassie came out of her room and saw her breathing rapidly while leaning back against the wall. "Mom just treat Todd as one of the family." She giggled and headed downstairs in her short nightie to see if her father was in the kitchen. 

*****

Fini

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Ending Note: Many of us have been dumped in our lifetime and many of us thought the pain would not go away. Maybe if we all got even this way then being dump wouldn't be so bad. Thanks as usual for all your supporting emails and don't forget to vote. Slick.



Dumping Sheila on Valentine's Day



Valentine's Day surprise leads to a real eye and mouth opener when cheating girlfriend gets caught giving another man a blowjob.

"So, Paul, you didn't tell me. Where are you taking me for Valentine's Day?"

Sheila looked as hot as a house fire. She always acted so coyly innocent whenever she looked so sexually arousing, especially when she knew she was in for a surprise. Only, in the way she was acting, she didn't look so innocent wearing that dress. She looked guilty, like someone trying to talk her way out of a speeding ticket.

She was wearing her short, tight, red dress, the one with the plunging neckline that showed she had tits and that hugged her body like a Corvette doing ninety while negotiating curves. Only, we weren't in a Corvette doing ninety, we were in my pickup truck parked in our driveway. Nonetheless, in the way she was dressed and in the way she looked, she made me feel as if I was in a two-seater, stolen, sports car. My being with her dressed like that and looking like that, I felt that I was breaking the law, violating the speed limit, and traveling fast when just sitting beside her. 

"I'm not telling you where we're going. It's a surprise," I said with a smile. "This surprise is your Valentine's Day gift," I said pulling her to me by her arm and kissing her. She made me feel reckless and encouraged by how she looked, I was as free with my emotions as I was with my hands. I couldn't stop staring at her. I couldn't stop touching her. I couldn't stop feeling her. 

She surprised me when she surrendered me her tongue. When she kissed me with such passion, in the way she hadn't kissed me since we were dating, I knew she was not only excited about her Valentine's Day surprise but also excited that I was taking her out somewhere, anywhere. We've been housebound too long, not going anywhere but food shopping and doing nothing but arguing for months.

We resented one another. I resented her for not giving me sex and she resented me for not helping out more around the house and for being incommunicative, her words, not mine. I think I'm a very communicative guy. I always tell her what I want whenever I want it, a blowjob.

We've been in a rut lately and our relationship cooled before it stalled. The lust we had for one another ended shortly after we moved in together and bought this house. Once we got comfortable enough with one another to not care if we skipped a day without showering and/or passed gas, our daily routine replaced the magic of our romance. We were no longer about kissing, cuddling, and making love, now we were about working, paying bills, and doing household chores. We needed a push, a jumpstart, and I hoped that what I had planned for her tonight was just the ticket to get us to make a U-turn and get us back on the express lane of love.

We both have kids and ex-spouses from failed marriages. Too often life, with emergency phone calls and running endless errands, especially around the holidays, gets in the way of trying to stoke the fires of passion. Sometimes too tired to even summon the energy to talk, we've been spending too many evenings staring at the television before retiring to bed and waking up to do the whole boring routine over again. Weekends weren't much better with housecleaning and with the errands that we didn't have the time and/or the energy to do during the week. There was always something that we had to do individually that ate up our time and stole the energy away from maintaining the sexual interest as a loving couple. 

I reached over and felt her full breast. Her nipple was already erect. She wasn't wearing a bra; she didn't need to wear a bra. She had great tits. Then, as her kiss grew more passionate and my cock started to stiffen, I reached around the console and around her and cupped her sweet ass, pulling her closer to me. I loved her ass. She had a great ass and she was wearing a thong, her telltale sign that sex was in the cards for tonight. Oh, boy. I can't wait.

For those of you offended that I'm running a race instead of capturing a romantic moment by prematurely feeling up my girlfriend, what's the sense of having a hot girlfriend if you can't maul her every so often? Yeah, yeah, I know women need more time for us guys to heat the flames of passion and to create a fire before sticking our red hot pokers in an oven that's not even turned on, yet, but I was horny. We haven't had sex in a while. Guys are always ready for some hot sexual action even when our partner is barely warm with desire. Besides, we were on our way out to her Valentine's Day surprise, so it wasn't like anything more sexual than a French kiss and a bit of rushed groping was happening.

"So, Paul," said Sheila with her coy smile again. "Where are we going that you rushed me out of the house?" She asked again, this time giving me her sweet, sexy smile. "I barely had time to find something to wear, do my hair, and apply my makeup." She batted her long eye lashes at me. "Look at me. I'm a mess."

She was fishing for compliments. I forgot to tell her she looks good. She always looks good. I should tell her that she looks good, though. Women like that. They like it when their man notices that they look good. Only, I needed to find the right words to tell her that she looked good. I took a moment to think before starting the engine and peeling rubber.

"You look good, Honey," I said looking over at her and squeezing her knee.

"Thank you, Sweetie."

Even though I wanted to say something more romantically appropriate for Valentine's Day and that would score me points later tonight when I'm alone with her in bed with her thong, I couldn't think of the words to tell her how good she looked. In my mind, however, and in the way that I told her with sincerity and with love that she looked good, instead of in the rushed way that I usually pay her a backhanded compliment, I imagined I did tell her how good she looked. 

"You always look good." I smiled, "I don't remember you not ever looking good, Honey." I didn't want to overdo the compliments, so I added a bit of reality to the conversation, "Except for that time when you had the flu. You looked bad, then." I looked at her and made a sour face. "You looked really bad."

As soon as I said that, I was sorry that I said that. I shouldn't have said that. Saying that ruined the mood. She pulled away from me and fluffed down her dress. Why do I ruin things by saying the wrong thing all the time? I'm such a dope. This is exactly what I'm hoping to accomplish by embracing positive thought, learning not only how to be a better boyfriend but also a better man.

"Well, thank you, Honey. That's a lot coming from you," she said patting my hand. "Except for the time you noticed how I looked when I had the flu," she said with a laugh. "Sometimes, I feel you don't ever notice me. Sometimes, I think that I could wear nothing and parade around the house and around you naked and you wouldn't notice."

Instead of realizing that she felt neglected, instead of saying something to make her not feel as ignored, I just sat there imagining my perverted thoughts while imagining her naked. She has a terrific body. I thought about her opening the front door in a loose bathrobe. I imagined her stretching out her arms and reaching for the mail and when she accepted the mail from the mailman, her bathrobe ties loosened and her bathrobe fell open exposing her beautiful breasts and trimmed pussy to him. I could just imagine the look on his face before his eyeballs fell out of his head and rolled around the welcome mat.

I thought about her accepting a package from the cute UPS driver while only wearing a loose half unbuttoned housecoat. She always makes conversation with him and coy comments about him to me later, as if I don't know that she's attracted to him. When he handed her the package, I imagined she dropped it and leaned down to retrieve it. I imagined her rewarding him with a down housecoat view from her tits all the way down to her pussy. 

I thought about her paying the pizza delivery man while wearing a towel. Then, when she gave him the money with one hand and held the pizza with the other...Oops! I imagined her acting embarrassed and putting the pizza down on the carpet to retrieve her towel. I imagined him enjoying the show and staring at her C cup tits and blonde pussy before leaving without receiving his tip.

I loved imagining those scenarios. They made me hot. They made me want her. They made me horny, as if I wasn't horny enough. Only, she'd never do any of those things. She's not like that, which is what I love about her, I guess.

"Oh, Hell yeah, I'd notice you walking around the house naked," I said with a shit eating grin, suddenly thinking about her serving drinks to my poker buddies naked.

Nah, she'd never go for that either, that is, unless she lost a bet and her having to serve my poker buddies naked was my reward. I was getting horny just thinking about Super Bowl Sunday and her standing at the poker table taking our drink order while my friends fondled her ass and tits and fingered her pussy. The looks on my friends' faces would be well worth it. None of their wives are as hot as my girlfriend and I know they'd love to see her naked body, as much as I'd love to watch them feel her naked body.

Only, she'd never do it. Hmm, I wonder if I got her drunk enough and/or promised her something really special, a spending spree at Wal-Mart, if she'd agree to it. Gees, maybe I'll bring it up during some hot pillow talk later tonight.

I'd love to watch her give my friends hand jobs and blowjobs while I videotaped it. There's no way she'd do that either. She's not like that; at least, I don't think she is. I'll diplomatically ask her later, while she's just about to cum, if she'd ever do any of those things, flash her naked body to the mailman, the UPS driver or the pizza delivery man. On second thought, maybe that's not a good time to ask if she'd serve my poker buddies naked and give them hand jobs and blowjobs. That might ruin the mood. I'll have to wait for a better time.

"Just relax and we'll be there in twenty minutes. It's a short drive," I said turning the key to start the engine.

Twenty minutes later in an uneventful drive and with her making all the occasional small talk and me staring out the windshield, we walked in a huge auditorium hand in hand along with a throng of others. Even though she's told me countless times, it was then, when I was sitting in an enclosed vehicle for a length of time, that in penetrated and I realized that I hardly spoke a word to her and that I needed to talk more and open up more to her about my feelings. Wow, I think I just had a breakthrough. This positive thinking stuff is paying me dividends all the time. Instead of just thinking about basketball, baseball, football, and hockey, now I never know when I'm suddenly about to have some deep positive thinking on relationship issues.

I continued thinking about why I do that, don't talk to her enough. I tend to zone out, especially when driving. I allow her to carry most of the conversation while half listening to her and nodding my acknowledgement, but never remembering, actually, what it was she said, sometimes not for days later. Then, when I comment on what she said, finally, she has no idea what the Hell I'm talking about. Is it any wonder we're having communication problems when I'm the one who doesn't communicate?

Yeah, I can now see how my lack of communication is hugely responsible for our not getting along lately and for her not giving me a blowjob in a long time. I can now see how oral communication and oral sex are connected in that way. Hopefully, this surprise that I have in store for her will fix all of that. Tonight, while orally communicating my need for a blowjob, she'll be giving me one of her famous blowjobs. Tonight, I'll be coating her throat with my special white cream.

Once we parked the truck and walked towards the front door, she was smiling. Her excitement was contagious. She made me smile, too. I love it when she's like this. Her mood is electric. This is the energetic Sheila that I remember the first time I saw her. We've both been a little depressed lately, being housebound for too long. It's good to get out and do something as a couple and to take a break from the household responsibilities.

"Well, here we are?"

I helped her off with her coat before taking our seats in the front row. I knew I had good seats, but I didn't know they were this good. I acted as if I had expected we had front row seats. For a guy accustomed to having obstructed view seats or standing room only seats at sporting events, these seats were like sitting on the team bench on the fifty yard line. If only I had seats as good to the Super Bowl. If only I had tickets to the Super Bowl. Nonetheless, I felt like a celebrity. With her by my side and these seats, I felt proud. I felt important. I felt on top of the world.

I still can't believe that Sheila's my girlfriend. Sometimes, I have to pinch myself to realize she's with me and that she's all mine. Thank you, yeah, I know, she is very pretty, I've said so many times to guys who have the courage to tell me what I already know about Sheila. A couple of guys with a hopeful look on their face have asked me if she's my sister or just a friend. They immediately looked downcast when I tell them we live together.

Yeah, I counted my lucky stars the day I landed her. It was fireworks from the first time I kissed her, literally and figuratively. I kissed her for the first time at the Fourth of July bash at the camp grounds on the first day that I met her. I was brazen, but I couldn't help myself. She looked so beautiful. She looked so damn hot, hotter than a firecracker. 

To be honest, I don't know what a woman like her sees in a guy like me, especially before my change from being so negative to being more positive. Physically, in appearance, we look much like Billy Joel and Christie Brinkley when walking together in his video, Uptown Girl. I, of course, look more like Billy Joel, short, balding, average in appearance, and chubby, and she looks like Christie Brinkley, tall, thin, beautiful, and blonde. All my friends surely believe that I have a secret stash of cash in the bank or a huge cock in my pants. I'm no one special. I'm just me, a positive thinker.

"What's this? A concert?"

She turned and looked behind her at all the people assembled. Looking up in awe and in amazement, as she did on our first date, she was smiling that wide eyed smile that made me swoon the first time I kissed her under the Fourth of July firework sky. The low lights in the auditorium made her hair appear like spun gold and her eyes, sparkling like precious gemstones, reflected back the excitement of the moment. She was so beautiful and I was so proud to be sitting with her in the front row. Not to mention that every time she moved, she gave me a great down dress peek of her tits. I love her tits. She has great tits and to sneak a peak of them is a real treat. 

"A concert? No, not really."

"This place is so big. These are great seats," she said sitting back and getting comfortable in the soft chairs. "How'd you get these?"

I love it when she's excited like this. She reminds me of a child at Christmas. It's fun surprising her. This is the old Sheila that I want. This is the Sheila that I love. We need to have more good times like this, instead of days where we're snipping and snapping at one another, fighting over money, and then not talking to one another. Yeah, this is better. This is great. I feel more connected to her. I decided to tell her that I feel more connected to her, only it came out wrong. 

"I have connections," I said with a sly smile.

Suddenly, I felt awkward threading new ground. I didn't want to feel like a girlie man. I needed to be who I was. She was attracted to that man she met and not this new man that I was quickly becoming, the positive thinking man.

"Don't tell me you scored front row seats to Bon Jovi," she said with a wild look of excitement and expectant anticipation on her face. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips before throwing her arms in the air and dancing in her seat.

"No," I said with a look of panicked dejection with the obvious realization that she'd rather see a Bon Jovi concert than to experience the surprise that I had in store for her. What was I thinking taking her here? I should have known.

"Bruce Springsteen?" Again, she started wiggling her perfect ass while chair dancing and snapping her fingers and bobbing her head back and forth to an imagined music that played in her head, no doubt.

The top of her dress opened a bit more and I watched her tits bouncing with her rhythmic movement while imagining her sitting on my cock and bouncing up and down on it while giving me a lap dance. Watching her chair dancing was hot and she was making me horny. I was so horny already.

I was filled with so much lustful desire for her that I wanted to have sex with her right there and right now. I wanted to push her down, strip off her dress and make love to her in front of everyone while everyone watched. Only I felt my cock shrivel knowing I disappointed her now with this Valentine's Day surprise and knowing that she'd disappoint me later in bed, by telling me she was tired or had a headache or had her period before turning her back to me to sleep.

"No, sorry," I said looking away from her. "This isn't a Bruce Springsteen concert."

Now, having second thoughts, I wished I had taken her to a concert instead of this. Maybe, I should have prepared her first. Maybe, she's not ready for this. Maybe, this was all a mistake trying to change and be something that I was not and never would be. Then, to think that I could change her was a mistake, too.

"Billy Joel?" Now, she was really making me feel bad, especially when she started singing a melody of his songs while smiling and laughing. She was teasing me hoping to get me to tell her what the surprise was.

"No."

"Elton John?" 

Gees, what was I thinking? I'm such a dope. This will never work, I thought. I should have taken her to a concert first before taking her here.

A cold sweat suddenly made me think it was all a mistake. Without her being onboard with all of this, without her accepting this dramatic life change, none of it would be any good. I needed her to share in my plan. Only, how could she share if I didn't even tell her? None of it would feel real. I detached her. Instead of becoming closer as a couple, I alienated her. Why didn't I talk this over with her first, instead of springing it on her as a Valentine's Day surprise? She's right. I need to be more communicative. I'm such a dope.

Yet, as soon as I started thinking negative thoughts because of her learned expectations and ingrained behavior and my incommunicative stupidity, I turned my thinking around and refocused on the good. I started thinking positively to reverse the negativity that suddenly filled me like poison. It's all not going to happen overnight, I told myself. I relaxed and took some deep breathes while exuding my positive confidence outward.

Give her a chance, I thought. She'll come around once she hears Roger Evans speak. His charm is magnetic and his seminars are magical. He'll surely win her over. She'll be thanking me for introducing him to her and for taking her here.

"No, this isn't an Elton John concert, Honey."

"Michael Jackson?"

"Shelia, stop, please. You're giving me a headache. You're ruining my surprise," I said with a forced smile while looking at her with practiced understanding and through love struck eyes. I took her hand, squeezed it, and held it. "It's a surprise. You'll see. He'll be on stage soon."

Just then the crowd started chanting, clapping their hands, and stomping their feet. As the volume of sound washed across the huge assembly of people, like a great tsunami wave washing across a small island situated in the vast Pacific Ocean, the rumbling noise that started from the back grew to deafening proportions in the front very quickly.




Dumping Sheila on Valentine's Day



"Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. 

"Who? I can't make out whose name they're saying," she said with smiling confusion and an excitement that confessed that she wanted to join in the fun, too, but couldn't until she knew who they were calling and why they were calling him.

I could feel her looking at me, staring at me, actually, but I looked straight ahead at the empty stage. I heard her question but ignored it. Suddenly, I was in panic mode. I didn't know what to say to answer her questioning eyes. I didn't know what to do to persuade her to trust me and to join me in my new life adventure. I didn't know how to tell her. Filled with second thoughts, what I was so excited about before, I was feeling on edge now. 

Then, I thought about my father's inheritance. I never told her I inherited fifty thousand dollars from my father. I didn't tell her that I used the money to buy a Positive Thinking franchise. I didn't tell her that I wanted to give positive thinking seminars like Roger Evans. Now that I think of it, I don't tell her anything; I just do it, just like when I bought my truck. One day, after work, I walked in the dealership, traded in my old truck, and drove home with this new one. She was mad at me for a week. Now, I'm starting to see how I'm the one at fault. It's me and not her.

The last time I took her anywhere was to the truck show. I just assumed she'd enjoy the truck show, she didn't; she hated it. Now, heavy with mixed emotions, I had no idea how she'd react to this. I should have told her. I should have talked to her about this. I should have had her read his book and/or watch his DVD. Only, I thought it'd a surprise, especially when I saw the ticket date was the day before Valentine's Day.

I still have time, I remembered thinking that if she didn't like this surprise, I could still buy her flowers and candy. Shit! I forgot to buy her a card. Jesus. What else is new? I've always gone out Valentine's Day to pick over what's left to give to her before sitting down to watch the game. One time, when she was staying with her sister to help her with her new baby for a couple of days, I bought her Valentine's gift the day after and saved fifty percent on the card, candy, and wilted flowers. Thinking back about it now, it was a shitty thing to do, but she never knew. The money I saved allowed me to buy a twelve pack of beer. I'm such an asshole.

The crowd continued the raucous roar of clapping their hands, stomping their feet, and calling his name while waiting for the oracle to appear on stage. Sheila looked around nervously. Her excitement diminished with her apparent realization that this wasn't a concert and this wasn't anything that she'd have any interest in attending, had I not coerced her here under the promise of a Valentine's Day surprise.

I could feel her anxiety. I sensed her anxiousness and my heart ached with her apparent disappointment. The images of her sucking my cock tonight were replaced with her going to bed early with a headache. Knowing not what else to do, I joined in following and mimicking the movements of the crowd by clapping my hands, stomping his feet, and calling his name while hoping that she'd join in, too.

"Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp.

"Stop that," she said nudging me and pinching my arm while shooting me the same look that she gave me when I ogled her inebriated friend Carol's tits after she lost her top at the beach during a party. Gees that was hot suddenly seeing Carol's tits. Stumbling out of the water, she didn't know she was topless, until I ran over to her with the smallest towel that I could find to cover her nakedness, a face cloth. I jerked off over that more than a few times.

"Ow, that hurt," I said rubbing my arm where she pinched and twisted my skin.

"What is wrong with you? You're embarrassing me" she said turning away from me and leaning as far away from me as she could. 

Only, the guy sitting next to her was huge and he was spilling over onto her seat, as well as the one on the other side of him. To make matters worse, I caught him looking down her dress at her tits a few times. Instead of being mad that he was stealing peeks of the tits of my girlfriend, instead of being jealous that he was trying to look down her dress, another new emotion that I attributed to positive thinking overtook me. I felt horny. Feeling horny was a more positive feeling than the negativity of being mad and/or jealous. I was getting horny knowing that other men were attracted to my girlfriend. Why wouldn't they be? Just look at her. She's gorgeous.

As if hoping to rush his appearance onstage, the crowd continued chanting his name, clapping their hands, and stomping their feet in timed rhythm. The noise was annoyingly deafening to those who did not know and to those who were not enamored with Roger Evans. For Sheila, it was obvious that this was a nightmare. It was torture. To the rest of us, it was pure excitement and their enthusiasm was as contagious as their positive attitudes. For those who shared the excitement, it was a magical moment and mystical movement. 

"Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp.

"Will you look at all these people? I feel like I'm at a Bon Jovi concert," I said hoping to get her excited and in the mood to join in the fun.

"Yeah, if only I were," she said folding her arms across her chest and slouching down in her seat. "That would have been a better Valentine's Day surprise than this, whatever this is," she said pouting and mumbling while regarding those people all around her with a guarded look. She had the same look on her face that she gives the Jehovah's Witnesses, when peeking out from behind the curtain, whenever they come to our door.

I ignored her negative attitude. I was having fun, the time of my life really, and I didn't want my girlfriend ruining my good time. I'd been waiting for this for months. I ordered the tickets back in October. It was my hope that I'd turn her on to positive thought with the promise of a better life filled with positive energy. This was my life changing experience. This was the new me. This was my opportunity to make a positive change.

"You'd think that the Rolling Stones were about to come out onstage, the audience was so loud. No one would believe that this is a Positive Thinking Seminar with Roger Evans, the self-proclaimed master of positive thought himself," I blurted, this time loud enough for Sheila to hear me over the crowd. "Isn't this great, Honey? Happy Valentine's Day," I said giving her a peck on the lips before joining back in with the crowd.

I looked over at her and she had that look that told me that if she was holding a frying pan, she would have hit me over the head with it. She pulled her hand away from mine, wiped my kiss off her lips with the back of her hand, and shot me another foul look. Thong or not, I didn't think I'd be getting my blowjob or any sex tonight. Suddenly, I cringed with my imagined image of her biting off my cock and spitting it out on the floor. 

"Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. The crowd continued their impatient chanting.

"What did you say? Did you say that this is a seminar? Are you serious, Paul? Positive thinking is my Valentine's Day surprise? Do you think me so negative that this is what you gave me as my fucking surprise?" She put a hand on her hip and turned in her seat to give me her best icy stare, a look that cooled my excited anticipation for the start of the show. 

"Yeah, baby, I mean, no baby. Isn't this great," I said trying to touch her and hoping to sooth her mood, but she pulled away, as if I had sneezed on her or had excrement on my hand.

"You brought me to a Positive Thinking Seminar? Are you kidding me?" She continued to stare at me. "What is wrong with you? Have you lost your mind?" She lowered her voice to a hoarse whisper. No one could hear her anyway with the racket they were creating.

"Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp.

"Granted, I should have told you about this months ago, Sheila, but—"

"Whatever made you think that I'd want to be part of anything with this cult of idiots? Whatever made you think that this was a good Valentine's Day Surprise?" She turned away from me. "I can't believe you. I can't believe I'm sitting her with the rest of these morons. I'd even rather be at another frigging truck show than this."

She'd rather be at a truck show than this? I filed that away in the back of my mind, should this positive thinking stuff not work out and should there be another truck show that I wanted her to attend with me. I imagined saying to her, either we can go to the truck show or to another positive thinking seminar. The choice is up to you.

"Give it a chance, Sheila. You'll see, once Roger starts talking," I said with a wary smile. "He'll make you a believer, too."

"This was your Valentine Day surprise," said Sheila again, this time with an incredulous look on her face. "You took me to an Evangelist? Are you insane? What is wrong with you? I hate this shit. If you think I'm going to sit through some phony, holy-roller guy putting his hands on me while trying to heal my spirit, I won't stand for it. I'll kick him in the nuts, if he touches me." She folded her arms and pouted again. "I want to go home."

When she folded her arms across her chest, her dress was wide open at the top. I knew the obese man sitting next to her was getting a great down dress view of her tits. Just then, she looked over at him and caught him looking.

"What the fuck are you looking at fat ass?" Apparently, the positive energy of the audience hasn't had a chance to rub off on her, yet, an understatement.

"Nothing, sorry," he said clapping his hands and joining in the chant. "Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Roger Evans!" Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Here, you wanna see my tits," she said pulling open her dress with both hands and exposing her tits to him. She was pissed now, but the guy missed the show. He didn't even look over at her and his face was as red as his shirt.

It was then that I thought about her wearing that dress to the poker party that I planned on having Super Bowl Sunday. "Show everyone your tits," I imagined saying to Sheila. I imagined her pulling her dress open with both hands and showing everyone her tits.

After being witness to Sheila's little show of exhibitionism, I imagined Roger asking for a volunteer. I imagined him calling Sheila up on stage. I imagined him putting a hand to her forehead, looking skyward and putting his positive energy in his spirit. I imagined Sheila falling backwards in the arms of two of his assistants with each one getting a handful of tit, while giving the audience an up skirt view of her thong. Gees, I'm confusing sexual energy with positive energy. 

"Roger Evans is not an evangelist, Honey; he's a man who has unlocked the secret of the benefits of how positive thought creates positive energy. He helps people to replace their negative thoughts with positive ones. Through him I can finally—"

"Save it for someone who gives a shit, Paul. I should have known better," she said turning to me in her chair and unfolding her arms to talk with her hands, while shooting me a hateful glare. "I figured you bought me candy or flowers or...a ring," she said turning away and mumbling under her breath. "I figured you were taking me out to dinner, where'd you get down on one knee and pop the question while showing me the ring."

Well, now, that explains why she was so excited and why she was all dolled up. She thought I was going to propose to her on Valentine's Day. I should have known and I should have proposed to her. Only, I didn't think of it until now and until she threw it up in my face.

"Roger Evans." Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Roger Evans." Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Roger Evans." Clap, clap, stomp, stomp.

I tried to make light of the situation by pretending that I couldn't hear her over the crowd.

"Did you say something, Honey? What'd you say? Sing? No, Honey, there's no singing here. This isn't a church. Roger does all the talking and he puts on a good show. You'll see."

"Ring, I said...ring. Oh, never mind," she said folding her arms again and disappearing within her obvious resentment of me and of this Valentine's Day special surprise. It was obvious that she was imbued in bad thoughts about this positive thinking seminar and about me, her boyfriend. There was just no talking to her about it now.

Instead of buying the franchise, I had the money to buy her a big diamond. Yet, with me learning how to give positive thinking seminars, I'd have the opportunity of being just as successful as Roger Evans. He owns several big homes and drives a Lamborghini and a Bentley. With some hard work and positive thinking, his reality could be my reality. Then, I could buy her an even bigger diamond.

I was excited. I wanted to share my new found happiness with her. I wanted to impart the secret of positive thought to her. I thought this was a swell Valentine's Day surprise. To be honest, I was a little shocked by her negative reaction. I wished I possessed the power to put my hand to her forehead and say, "Heal thy body. Heal thy soul. Heal thy self with positive thoughts."

Only, that's not what positive thought is about. It's more personal than that. Only you possess the personal power to heal yourself. Besides, the way she feels right now, filled with negative thought and negative energy, she'd probably punch me in the nuts and storm out of here, if I dare touch her.

Maybe later, after the seminar is over, Roger could help her backstage to release some of her negativity. Maybe, later with just with a few words from him, he could fill her with the power of positive thought. I haven't told her yet that we have passes and access to the man himself. My first time meeting him, I'm so excited. I wanted to save that as my big surprise, but now, I don't know if she'll want to go backstage with me or not. Knowing her, she'll sit out in the pickup truck. Only, this time, I won't give her the key. She left me stranded the last time and I had to walk home in the rain.

After a lifetime of being negative, I decided to make a change and think positive. I thought it'd be easy just to think positively. Let me tell you, it's not easy to change how you think. The habitual negative thoughts are always there seeping in your mind like lazy oil seeps from your engine to your driveway, which is why I'm here watching Roger Evans, the master of positive thought in action. I want to change my negative thinking to positive thinking.

Only, I wish Sheila would embrace him and this, too. I wish she'd trust my judgment and give this a chance. Maybe, if she read his book and/or watched his DVD and maybe if we practiced positive thought together, she'd understand. Maybe I should have shared this information with her before, instead of springing it all on her on Valentine's Day with this stupid Valentine's Day surprise. She's right; maybe I should have bought her flowers, candy, an engagement ring, and taken her to a concert before taking her here. I'm still learning how to be a better boyfriend. I'm still learning how to repair our relationship.

I remember reading something online about Roger Evans a year ago. The article about him sparked my interest to learn more. No one knows who he is or where he came from, he just appeared one day. An overnight sensation with a book on the best seller list and a movie coming out next month, he's taking the country and the world by storm. Some even want him to run for President. Can you imagine that? Hey, I'd vote for the guy. He'd make a better president than GW. Boy, I'm glad he's gone. It's obvious that President Obama is a positive thinker and practitioner of positive thought. Never saying anything bad about anyone or anything, I can hear how he thinks in the way he chooses his words and imparts his thoughts.

"Roger Evans." Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Roger Evans." Clap, clap, stomp, stomp. "Roger Evans." Clap, clap, stomp, stomp.

Constantly and continually, I work at changing my thoughts for the better before they change my mood for the worse. It's not always easy to do, as when shit happens, life gets in the way of trying to be positive and think positive thoughts. Still, that is the time that I must remain calm. That is the time that I must focus my thoughts to think positively and channel my reserves to reject negativity and to accept the power of positive energy.

Do you want to know a secret? My girlfriend is cheating on me, but she doesn't know that I know. Confronting her and telling her that I know would weigh me down with negative thoughts. Thinking about her with another man would ruin my good mood. I couldn't bear the thought of another man kissing her, undressing her, seeing her naked, touching her, and making love to her. I couldn't bear the thought of her willingly fondling another man's cock before falling to her knees and taking him in her mouth. I couldn't bear the thought of her blowing him and sucking him while stroking him until he unloaded all he had in her beautiful mouth.

She's a great lover and gives wonderful blowjobs. I can't imagine her rejecting me for someone else. Instead of thinking about all those bad thoughts, I look towards how I was responsible for her deciding to cheat and how I can make our relationship better, so that she doesn't cheat again.

I overheard her sweet talking on her cell phone. Just by the way she was acting, fawning while talking on the phone, and twirling her long, blonde hair around her finger, I knew something was up. She doesn't act like that when talking to her sister or mother or her friend, Carol, or me. It hurt me more that she was blatant about it, practically taking her call in front of me and within earshot. I was in the next room but I could see her reflection in the mirror. Granted the television was on and I was watching the game, but I do mute the television during commercials, which is most of the time. 

Definitely, it was a man's voice on the other end. I could hear him. Just by listening to the tone and loudness of his voice, it was obvious that he was full of himself. Only I couldn't make out what he was saying. I only heard her half the conversation with her falling for whatever this guy was selling. From what he was telling her, he was smooth because she was melting with his words.

My first reaction was to confront her. Without doubt, as usual, she'd deny it and we'd have a big argument and we wouldn't speak for days, until we had hot makeup sex. Then, she'd go behind my back, anyway, and I'd have accomplished nothing but to fill myself with negative thoughts and negative energy. Even though the thoughts of having hot makeup sex were tempting, that way, the old way, wasn't working.

This time was different. I've changed. Instead of allowing negative thought to overtake me and ruin my mood, I sat in a quiet place. I thought positively until my negative thoughts became positive ones. I thought how I could be a better man, so that Sheila wouldn't need anyone else. I thought how I could help Sheila. I thought about what we both could do to reignite our relationship. I refused to give in to the anger and the jealousy that I felt inside. I wouldn't allow those bad thoughts to ruin my good mood and my good day.

After reading Roger's book twice and continually referring to it, I realized there are lessons to be learned in all my relationships, especially in my relationship of the heart and of love. Since tomorrow is Valentine's Day, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to confront her with the truth. I didn't want her to lie to me. I'd rather have an honest relationship than one filled with lies and half truths. I was hoping that with what Roger Evans had to say today would put her in the right frame of mind to confess and come clean. 




Dumping Sheila on Valentine's Day



Personally, just before I embraced positive thought, I grew weary of lying to everyone about everything. Now, I only speak the truth and I only seek the truth. Definitely, there's much less stress when you're not continually lying about stupid stuff that, in the scheme of things, really doesn't matter. It feels good to be honest and truthful in all I say and in all that I do. Only, before I could honor the integrity of others, I had to honor my own integrity. One doesn't work without the other.

I'm not mad that she's cheating. I accept half of the blame. I'm determined to save our relationship, however. Focused with positive energy today, I will make a final decision to dump her or to keep her tomorrow. This isn't the first time she's cheated on me. Yet, this is the last time. This is her last chance to come clean, change her cheating ways, and embrace the power of positive thinking or I'm done with her and this relationship is over. Even though I feel sad by that statement and by the thought of potentially losing her, I feel empowered and it's something that I must do to remain true to myself and to my new lifestyle.

I'm a good man. I deserve to be loved. I deserve to be respected. I'm done with her making me feel bad about myself. I'm tired of harboring negative thoughts wondering who she's with, where she is, and what she's doing. I can't afford to be associated with someone in my life who will sabotage my new way of thinking and my new way of living.

In his chapter on love relationships, you know, husband and wife and girlfriend and boyfriend, that kind of stuff, Roger Evans asks the question, "Did you ever tell her that you love her?" 

When I read that, I felt as if he was talking directly to me. I thought about that mulling it over in my mind. I couldn't remember if I had told her that I loved her. I really had to think about it. It made me wonder if she was cheating on me because I wasn't giving her what she needed. I'm not a romantic guy, but maybe she needed me to be that.

That one line, "Did you ever tell her that you love her," made me realize how I've wronged her and how I could be the blame for her cheating. Of course, it takes two and she made a conscious decision to go out of our relationship and cheat. Still, she's worth holding on to and I'm willing to try and fix what is wrong. 

After my divorce, I was gun shy about getting so serious so soon with someone else. I figured that she knows how I feel. Okay, no, I haven't told her that I love her, but I think I do. Yeah, I do, I know I do. I mean, c'mon, look at her. She's freaking gorgeous.

You should see her in a bikini. What's not to love? She's 5'7", weighs 120 pounds, has long blonde hair, blue eyes, long shapely legs, firm C cup tits, and she has the best ass I've ever seen on a woman. Now, after reading his book for the second time, I freely voice my love and support not only for her but for others, rather than assuming that they know how I feel.

"I love you, Roger!" See? That was me yelling up to Roger Evans. Yeah, I know, he's not onstage, yet, but I love the guy. I owe him the world. He's changed my life already and I still have so much more to learn before I am the man I want and need to be.

"Paul! What the fuck is wrong with you? You love Roger Evans? Are you gay? Have you totally lost your mind? You're embarrassing me," said Sheila looking around at the others now rejoicing in what I said.

"We love you, Roger," said someone from the back.

"I love you, Roger," said someone from the side.

"Roger, we love you!"

More and more people joined in the impromptu burst of emotion. Suddenly sentiments of personal love filled statements exploded throughout the auditorium.

"Do you see what you started with these zealots? I feel like I'm at the airport with a bunch of Hare Krishner devotees. Please don't yell like that again. Now everyone is doing it. Gawd, I hate this shit."

"Isn't this great, Honey," I said turning to Sheila and ignoring her negativity hoping that my positive attitude would rub off on her. I was so happy that I just wanted to rejoice and hug her hoping my good feelings would wash over her and change her foul mood.

"Uhm, no, not really," she said shooting me a bored look. "This sucks. This is the worst Valentine's Day I've ever experienced. Some present this is."

"Wait until Roger takes the stage. You'll see. You'll understand. Don't worry, you'll be glad you're here and will thank me for taking you." 

Yeah, I know, Sheila is a work in progress, but she's so damn hot. No one has given me the sex she has given me. Then, there are her fabulous blowjobs. It's obvious that Sheila loves sucking cock. She's good at it. Only, now I realize that if she can't embrace my new way of thinking and my new way of living, then it's time for me to end the relationship before we get too serious. I can't afford to have her reverse all the positive things that I've accomplished in such a short time.

Then, she leaned in closer to me and took my arm. She made me so happy taking my arm that I swore then and there that I'd take her ring shopping tomorrow. I thought she was reconsidering and was going to give Roger Evans and positive thought a chance. I thought she was getting in the mood and wanted to cuddle. Who knows the good sex we'd have later when we got home? She's wearing her thong. Oh, boy, I can't wait.

"The fat guy sitting next to me smells of BO," she said whispering in my ear.

"What?" I looked down at the guy. I couldn't believe it. Here I am filled with positive thoughts and she's so damn negative. "Take my seat, then," I said annoyed and standing and switching seats with her while looking down at the obese man who spilled over to her seat, which was now my seat and the seat on the other side of him.

If she felt as positive as I felt, his body odor wouldn't bother her...as much. His stink was a bit pungent though, especially when he raised his arms. Oh, good, he's ordering something to eat and drink. That will keep his hands busy, I hoped.

Now, normally, I would have thought negatively about the situation wondering when this guy showered last. In the past, before I embraced the power of positive thinking, I would have made a rude comment that caused a confrontation and created a disturbance. Now, I felt bad for the man. Perhaps, he has health issues, a hormonal imbalance or clogged sweat glands, whatever, and that no matter how many times he showered, he'd still smell. Because of my positive attitude, his body odor didn't bother me in the way that it obviously bothered Sheila and in the way that it would have bothered me before I immersed myself in positive thought.

Roger spoke for two hours. I was engrossed in what Roger had to say during his motivational program. Yet, every now and then, I'd look over at Sheila. At first, with her arms folded and slouched down in her seat, I could tell that she was totally disgusted with the entire thing. She looked how I used to look, angry and sad. Then, I watched as her attitude changed from disgust to boredom to interest. Some of the things he said must have struck a chord with her because towards the end, she was engrossed with everything he said. Then, when he left the stage, she even stood, clapped, and cheered. Wow, this Valentine's Day surprise was a hit after all.

After his talk we were invited backstage as special guests. Once backstage, I met some of the other franchise owners and the members of Roger's team of personal positive thinking coaches. Preoccupied talking to them, I lost track of Sheila. She disappeared somewhere in the maze of little dressing rooms that were used for those who used the auditorium for shows, plays, demonstrations, and seminars. Actually, it was fun to wander about looking at all the things they had back there from lighting to cameras to scenery and decorations. I felt as if I was behind the scenes of a cluttered museum.

It wasn't until I was way in back, in the darkest corner of the backstage of the auditorium that I heard Sheila's laugh. I figured she was talking on her cell phone telling her friend Carol or her mother or sister about her experience. I sense her excitement and I was thrilled that she was finally happy about Roger Evans. It wasn't until I turned the corner that I saw her on her knees sucking Roger Evans's cock. 

It was then that it occurred to me. That's him. He was the voice on her cell phone. She must have gotten to know him by the numerous times he called my house when I wasn't home. It was during the time that I was thinking about buying his franchise and he was overly zealous to sell me. Most times he left a message, but sometimes, even when I was home, I had her pick up the phone asking her to tell him that I wasn't home and asking her to take a message. I felt pressured that he was trying to sell me the franchise. At the time, I wasn't ready to buy, yet. I still hadn't received the money from my Dad's inheritance. I was so dumb and naïve with all this positive thinking stuff that I didn't even see what was happening between them.

I pulled my mini video camera from my pocket and captured this memory on video. I watched them from a distance. She was really going at his cock. Her blonde head was bobbing back and forth and he was fucking her mouth with his hips. I could see from the wrapper that he was eating a McDonald's cheeseburger in one hand while smoking a cigarette with the other. There was a bottle of whiskey on the table with two glasses. They had been drinking, too. I haven't had fast food, a drink, and a smoke since I seriously started this positive thinking shit.

Certainly, I couldn't understand how the self-proclaimed master of positive thought and self-professed principal of positive energy could imbibe in so many vices, drinking, smoking, eating fast foods, and fucking my girlfriend's mouth with his cock, all the while pretending that he was the purveyor of positive thought and positive energy. He's such a two faced lying asshole, fucking bastard. Much like what Jimmy and Tammy Faye Bakker created with their PTL Ministry and Heritage USA, Roger Evans made this whole positive thinking and positive energy a sham. It was obvious to me that his positive thinking seminars were no more than a charade for him to get beautiful women. Only, the concept he created was still good and the franchises still salvageable. 

Then, he unloaded all he had in her mouth. I couldn't do anything but watch. I was frozen. Anger, jealousy, and excitement overtook my mood watching Sheila blow Roger. He put his cheeseburger down to grab her by the hair and pulled her head back and shot a second load across her face. He must have known she loves a good cum bath.

"Hmm, I love it when you give me a cum bath," she said wiping his cum from her face with her hand and licking her fingers. 

Obviously, this wasn't the first time she had blown him. What a fool I've been paying this charlatan fifty-thousand dollars to not only make a fool of me but also to fuck my girlfriend's mouth with his cock.

Sheila stood and quickly cleaned off her face with a handful of McDonald's napkins while he tucked his cock in his pants and zipped himself. Then, she gave him a long, wet kiss.

"Hey! What the fuck, asshole!"

"Paul," said Sheila, "how long have you been there?"

"Long enough to get it all on video, you charlatan," I said turning my negativity to him. "You're nothing but a flim-flam man. I've been watching long enough to see my girlfriend blow you."

"Easy, Paul, you need to relax and think of all the positive benefits that come with me being intimate with your girlfriend."

"Oh, yeah, and what might that be?"

"Well, for starters, let's say that I include you and Sheila within my inner circle of personal positive thinking coaches."

"With a salary, of course," I said taking the cigarette from his hand and taking a long, soulful drag. Then, I took a bite of his cheeseburger and a long drink of his whiskey to wash it down.

"Yes, of course, with salary," he said with a nervous laugh. "I pay my people very well."

"Then, you can afford to refund me my fifty thousand dollars for your franchise."

"Fifty thousand dollars," said Sheila incredulously. "You gave Roger fifty thousand dollars for a franchise? Where'd you get fifty thousand dollars?"

"It's a long story, Sheila. I'll explain later," I said more interested now in continuing my negotiations with Roger than worried about what Sheila thought about anything I did.

"If you rather not keep your franchise," said Roger, "I can certainly refund your—"

"I didn't say anything about not keeping my franchise, Roger," I said with a smile. "I'd just like to thank you in advance for giving me a free franchise. Now, that I have you on video eating a cheeseburger, smoking a cigarette, and drinking alcohol, while one of the girlfriend's of you franchise owners sucks your cock, it's better that we maintain a positive attitude about me blackmailing you and extorting money from you, rather than having the negative thought and negative energy associated with the public outcry of bad publicity, don't you think?"

"Yes, I do," he said with a heavy look.

"I wouldn't want to read all of those negative thoughts in the daily news," I said knowing that my life no longer had to be shitty. If Roger was missing the point of all he built by believing it all came down to having women giving him blowjobs, I can still pick up the ball where he left off and run with it. 

Sheila and I are no longer together. I know she's not with Roger because Roger has a stable of young, pretty women who give him whatever he wants and needs at the end of every seminar. I'm learning the business. This positive thinking stuff is good. Even though I live like a rock star with plenty of money to go anywhere and do anything, I still live by how I tell other people to live. I'm happy being a positive thinker.

Happy Valentine's Day.



Dumpster Divin'



Chuck was one crazy bastard, but Deena wanted to fuck him nonetheless. She had listened to him talk about his crazy sexual exploits many times before, usually over lunch breaks with coworkers or on smoke breaks by the loading dock at their place of employment at one of the local big box retailers. From blowjobs in the back alley behind after-hours bars, to threesomes in cramped bathroom stalls at local night clubs, to trysts in the back seat of his Trans-Am in empty parking lots during daylight hours, Chuck had an endless supply of tales, and proudly told each one. There was almost no limit to what he would do, or where he would do it. That, and the fact that Chuck was hot, was what drove Deena crazy.

He was lean and muscular, ripped throughout, with a face that oozed rugged masculinity. She could see the chiseled outline of his chest and back in those just-a-touch-too-tight polo shirts he wore on the sales floor, his employee badge always dangling from his neck and nestling between his well developed pecs. His ass was firm and sculpted, easily noticeable under his slim fit khaki slacks, and begged to be grabbed and palmed. Whenever he was within a few feet of her, she could smell the unmistakable scent of Axe permeating her personal space, and that just added to her lust for him. Masturbating in the bathroom stall twice per day, fantasizing about all the vile things Chuck could do to her was no longer going to cut it. It was time to make her fantasy a reality.

Late in the afternoon on Friday, before her shift ended, Deena pulled Chuck aside on the sales floor and made her intentions known. She'd been burning with desire for some time, and was not going to take no for an answer.

"I need you to fuck me," she said, with a directness that almost caused him to stumble backwards as she pushed up against his shoulder with her weight. "I don't care what you're doing this weekend, you are fucking me."

Chuck wasn't the type to let an opportunity go to waste. He'd planned on fucking someone this weekend, but never imagined that Deena would be a willing participant in his weekend fun. After steadying himself on his feet, a wry smile crept over his face and he plotted. He had no intention of changing his plans however adding to them was well within reason.

"Ok," he said, as he pulled her aside and into a corner next to the sound room by the audio electronics. "I'm goin' out tonight and tomorrow night, but can meet you afterward. Come to the loading dock at 2am tomorrow night and I'll be there waiting for you." It was an offer Deena couldn't refuse.

Less than forty-eight hours later, Deena was both excited and nervous as she drove down the long driveway towards the loading dock in the small hours of the morning. The dimly lit corridor surrounded by nothing but weeded brush on one side and the cold concrete backside of the building on the other, left her with a feeling of unease as she made her way slowly forward. When she reached the end of the drive, she stopped the car in front of the large green dumpster that was used to collect cardboard and other store recyclables, and tentatively stepped out. She checked her phone and looked at the time. 1:55 a.m. – five minutes early. She wasn't surprised she'd have to wait. But for how long, she had no idea.

The air was thick and damp, and the mugginess of the summer's overnight wreaked havoc with her bouncy blond hair and make-up. She brushed a few damp strands from her forehead as she made her way over to the steps leading to the dock's platform. Deena took a seat on the top step, pushing the front of her lightweight, knee length skirt down between her legs, placed her forearms between her thighs and rocked herself back and forth impatiently while attempting to pass the time. She gazed at her surroundings and listened to the still of the night. A hint of traffic on the freeway in the distance was just loud enough to drown out any sound coming from the brush, and for that, she was thankful. The loading dock was eerie at night. Dim fluorescent lighting cast shadows on the ground and along the side of the building, making her more that a little nervous to have to sit and wait. But waiting is what she had been doing since she first laid eyes on him. She could wait a little longer.

Before she could check the time once more, she heard a rustling noise coming from the dumpster. Curiosity got the best of her so she left her seated position on the stoop and hesitantly walked towards it. The closer she came, the louder the noise became, but as she approached within a few feet of the container, she heard the sound of a car turning into the driveway. The low rumble of the engine was unmistakable. Chuck had arrived.

He made his way down the drive, pulled to a stop directly behind Deena's car and opened the door. Without saying a word, and looking like a lion stalking its prey, he moved in. Deena pushed a few moist strands of hair away from her face and tried to brush herself off quickly, but Chuck was already on her. When their bodies made contact, the force of his weight pushed her back against the dumpster, and along with a loud thud that echoed from it, came a horrific shrill from inside its guts. In a flash, something shot out the opening on the side of the bin and landed on the ground. A mangy looking black cat, covered in cardboard dust and shavings, was now staring back at them. They both breathed a sigh of relief, then Chuck turned back to Deena and said, "It's just a fuckin' cat," before jamming his tongue down her throat and ripping her ruffled blouse open. It was on.

Chuck worked his way over her body skillfully, first running his tongue down her neck, then between her cleavage, and then kissing her again, making her more and more wet with each passing second. Deena grabbed and tugged at him, pulling his body into hers and squeezing his ass with both hands while he unclasped the strap of her bra and pushed it up towards her neck. She then ran her hands under his shirt and up his muscular back as he began sucking forcefully on her tits. She heaved loudly as Chuck ran his tongue down her chest and under the elastic waistband of her skirt, while she grabbed at his crotch and fumbled with the button on his jeans.

"Oh god!" she cried as Chuck pushed her skirt up and put his lips to her soaked crotch. The only thing that stood between his tongue and her soft, dripping wet lips was a thin layer of cotton. He quickly pulled it aside with one jerk of his thumb, and began running his tongue over her slit and on her clit. Deena moaned with pleasure as he worked her over with his mouth, grabbing at her clit with his lips and sucking it, then running his tongue back down to her opening and rapidly gliding it in and out of her hole. She was being tongue fucked and she loved it.

Chuck then rose up and put both hands on her shoulders, forcing her down to her knees, then palmed the back of her head and played with her hair while she unbuttoned his jeans and pried his cock loose. She grabbed it at the base and began sucking. Chuck guided her head ever forward with each stroke until Deena was taking all of his cock in her throat. He grunted and groaned with each thrust forward, while keeping her head steady and pressing his pelvis into her nose. Deena gaged throughout and was having a difficult time swallowing his long rod, so Chuck took a small ounce of pity on her and moved his hands to her shoulders while continuing to thrust forward. Instinctively, she pulled back with each thrust, each time bumping the back of her head against the dumpster, the low banging sound it made echoing eerily into the night.

Deena's eyes watered and started to run. Dark mascara-laden tears dripped down her cheeks, but she was determined to continue working his tool through the steamy heat. Chuck pulled himself back just as she started to gain a rhythm deep throating him, then pulled her up in one motion and turned her around. He pushed on her back and shoulders, bent her forward, lifted her skirt up, and plunged his sufficiently lubed cock into her glistening pussy. He took no time to be gentle with her at all, ramming into her with jackhammer force and tugging on her tits at the same time.

"Fuck!" shouted Deena, as the top of her head smacked into the face of the dumpster with each of Chuck's thrusts. "Jeezus, Chuck!" she complained. But Chuck didn't care. He was beating the shit out of her pussy and was thoroughly enjoying himself. He giggled a bit while he worked her over, and the banging sounds echoing from the dumpster, along with her protests, served both to amuse and arouse him at the same time. Those just made him go harder and faster.

He was now hammering Deena mercilessly, using her as his own personal fuck-doll. She tried to steady herself by putting her hands on the dumpster, but it was no use. Chuck was too strong and his thrusting was too powerful. All she could do was shield her head with her forearm to prevent her skull from taking any additional abuse. She'd finally adjusted to his motion and started enjoying the ride when Chuck missed high and sent his rock hard dick into her asshole. She let out a painful yelp and cried out, "Damnit, Chuck! That was my asshole!" 

Chuck pulled out of her and grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands. He spread them wide in amusement and could see her juices all over her twat. He put two fingers into her pussy, played with her g-spot for a few seconds, pulled them out, then stuffed both of them into her quivering butt hole.

Again, Deena yelped and protested. "Chuck, I was starting to feel like I was gonna cum! What the fuck are you doing?"

Chuck moistened his mouth then spit onto his fingers. He rubbed the head of his cock with his saliva, fastened Deena in front of him by putting one hand on her lower back, and said, "Well, it was already half way in there," before forcing his semi-lubed head into her asshole.

Deena could painfully feel her ass being pried opened and tried to coax him out of it by reaching back and trying to take his cock in her hand, but Chuck was having none of that. He grunted as he continued pushing forward until he'd forced his way past her delicate sphincter and into her canal, while she moaned in anguish. She reached back again towards his pelvis, and through tiny gasping breaths, said to him, "I want you in my pussy!"

Chuck ignored her plea and began working her ass hard. "Yeah, baby!" he shouted, while Deena cringed and suffered. "This is what I like!"

"Chuck..." she pleaded repeatedly, while trying to slow him down. "You're killin' me! I want you in my pussy!" 

Chuck continued pounding her ass as he saw fit, but was getting a little tired listening to her protests through her yelping. He drove one last long stroke into her, burying his cock as far as he could before pulling out and going back into her cunt. He then drove her harder, loudly smacking his pelvis into her delicate lily-white ass cheeks, making her forget all about his anal invasion. "Yeah!" she cried. "That's it! Beat my pussy up you mother-fucker!"

Chuck kept pumping faster and faster while Deena felt herself begin to quiver. Her orgasm was violent and came deep from within. Her juices flowed freely, covering Chuck's cock and balls, as she let out a loud moan that echoed long into the night. Chuck came shortly thereafter, driving Deena forward and her skull back into the dumpster one more time for good measure. He grunted and groaned for a few seconds while the remnants of his load oozed into her pussy. He pulled out of her immediately and pulled his pants up. Deena pushed herself upright from her bent over position in front of the dumpster and turned towards him. He was already buttoned and zipped up and in the process of lighting a cigarette when she noticed that something didn't feel quite right. A tingling and burning sensation from inside her pussy came over her and she immediately reached down with her fingers and began inspecting the crime scene.

"Oh god," she said while Chuck did nothing other than take a drag on his cigarette. "I think it's my ring!"

Chuck looked at her inquisitively and asked, "Ring?" 

"My fuckin' birth control ring, you moron!" she said while shooting both an angry and concerned glance at him. "I gotta get it out! I can feel it burning!"

Deena reached inside herself while squatting and bearing down to free up the ring, clasped her finger around it, then pulled it forward through the mixture of vagina, anal, and seminal fluid that was settling in her pussy and removed it. She lifted it in front of her and shot a nasty glance at him before condescendingly saying, "See."

Chuck tossed his cigarette aside and rushed her. He pushed her back into the side of the dumpster and pinned both her arms against it, as she dropped the ring to the ground. As he forced his tongue into her mouth, the black cat that was curiously observing them cautiously crept forward, grabbed the ring with its teeth, and then scurried off towards the brush to play with its slimy, foul-smelling toy. When Chuck was satisfied with his work, he stepped back, turned away from her and walked back to his car. Before getting inside and turning the ignition, he said to her, "I'll see ya Monday."

Deena said nothing as she watched him pull away, then hung her head in shame. She looked down towards the ground and as she began feeling the first pangs of self-pity, she realized the ring was nowhere to be found. She looked around the side of the dumpster then behind her, but there was no trace of it. She thought about this for a moment but then quickly wiped the thought aside. She was once again alone in the heat of the night, feeling more empty than she did before the weekend began.