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Retirement

By: Jafar



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* * * * *

Grant was transferring the contents of the desk drawer, contents that had resided in the same place for ten years, to a cardboard box, when the intercomm buzzed.

"Mr Blaine?"

Grant pressed the button to speak. "Yes, Rebecca."

"Mr Blaine, I know this is your last day, but Mr Lockhead, the Omega Corporation representative, is here to speak with you. Anyone else I would turn away, but you usually --"

"Yes, very good, Rebecca. Of course I'll speak to Mr Lockhead. Send him in."

A moment later, the office door opened, and a tall, dark-haired man in an Armani stepped in. "Mr Blaine! I hope they gave you a properly grand retirement ceremony!"

Grant grinned. "Douglass! Yes, of course they did. Shut the door and come in. How is the research going?"

Douglass shut the door and walked over to the chair in front of Grant's desk, sitting before he began speaking. "Well, sir, the detectives have been on surveillance for three months now. They feel that is a sufficient length of time to become familiar with the situation. The reports that you've been receiving each week --"

"Yes, yes, I know," Grant said, waving his hands impatiently. " We've been through the reports, I've picked out the ladies. What I want to know is, are the treatments finished?"

Douglass smiled proudly. "Yes, sir. Everything is in place."

"Excellent. Excellent. I've always been able to count on you, Douglass."

"Thank you, sir."

"A good man, a good man."

Douglass stood and smoothed his suit. "Sir, I -- we at the corporation, well, sir, we hate to see a man like you retire."

"Well, thank you, Douglass. I like to think I touch a few lives." He thought a second, then chuckled, "Well, I mean in the regular way."

Douglass laughed lightly too. "Ah, good one, sir. Not the treatments, but the regular way. Ha. Sir, we are all going to miss you."

"Thank you again, Douglass, but I want to get out in the world a little bit, enjoy it before I have to leave it. It's time to move on. And I've been separated from my family far too long."

"Well, sir, we at the corporation wanted to see you off with a gift."

"Douglass, I'm touched."

A little hesitantly, Douglass stepped forward and pressed the button on the intercom. "Miss Wilson, step in here, honey."

"Excuse me?! Mr Blaine, are you there?"

Douglass prompted Mr Blaine with a nod. "It's all right, Rebecca," Grant told her. "Please do come in for just a moment."

A moment later, twenty-four-year-old Rebecca Wilson stepped into Grant's office, with her ever-ready pad and pencil. Even dressed in a business outfit -- a white blouse, a brown tweed skirt, her long dark hair pinned up in a bun -- she was quite attractive.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, however. "Mr Blaine, I admire you, and I realize that today is your last day. But I resent being called 'honey' and I wish you would implore Mr Lockhead to correct his chauvinist attitude." She stood stiffly, awaiting the chastizement.

"Mr Lockhead, of course we no longer refer to administrative assistants as 'honey'."

"I understand, sir. There is no excuse for my behavior. Please forgive me, Miss Wilson."

"We work fully as hard as 'company representatives' like you, Mr Lockhead, and we like to be appreciated as professionals. Yes, I forgive you, but be more considerate in the future, if you will."

"Of course, miss. Now please strip."

Rebecca's eyes grew wide and she sputtered slightly. "Excuse me?!"

"Strip. Undress. Lose the clothes. Honey."

"Mr Blaine!" she complained shrilly as her hands moved up to unbind her hair.

"Douglass!" Grant said slowly, grinning appreciatively. "You did her!"

"What do you mean, 'did me'?!" She demanded as her hands reached down to unbutton her blouse. Her wrist lightly brushed one breast as she did so and sent a thrill up her spine. "Oh!"

"Yes, sir!" Douglass beamed. "We wanted to get you something special, and I knew you had been admiring Miss Wilson here."

"Douglass!" Grant said, grinning widely.

"Where is my bra?!" Rebecca asked as she dropped her blouse to the floor, shocked at the undergarment's absence.

"Beautiful titties, Becky. I mean, I'd imagined them, but I never knew they were quite this lovely. Douglass, you could not have gotten me a better gift."

"Titties?" Rebecca asked, her voice wavering, unsure. Her hands, however, were quite sure. They moved to cup them and present them towards Grant. "Baby mounds, sir ... pillow titties. Oh, please come suck them, sir. Oh lord, why am I saying this?! Mr Blaine, please don't come suckle me. Please don't come fondle my breasts! Please don't squeeze my boobs! Please, I've got to stop this! I am a professional! And my titties are ... are only ... for squeezing and sucking ... by my supervisor." She smiled, happy to have worked out that little bit of logic. "Oh, Mr Blaine, come suck my nipples!"

"He will, Tittie Toots. But finish stripping."

Rebecca looked down and saw that her skirt was still on. She unfastened the button, and as she lowered it over her hips, she started gasping.

Douglass beamed. "We gave her clitty a hair trigger, sir."

"Douglass! You've outdone yourself."

"Oh! Yes! Yes! Yeeessss!!" Her skirt dropped to the floor as she clasped herself, revealing she had also come to work pantiless today. If she were in any condition to do so, she would have been shocked at the brazenness. Instead, she was still in the throes of the biggest fucking orgasm of her life.

Finally, it dulled to a diffuse tingling. Rebecca saw her own juices running down her thighs, and she stood up straight again and covered herself as best she could with her hands. "Ohgod, what's going on? What have you done to me?!"

"Just fixed you up to be Mr Blaine's retirement gift. You should be proud, baby doll. Now tell Mr Blaine what you want him to do to you."

"To do to me?!" Her eyes widened. "I don't -- I can't -- I -- do you mean like ... like ... like I want him to take that goddam huge pecker of his and jam it into my soft, wet, mewling cunnie? Oh fuck, what am I saying?!"

Douglass smiled. "That's a girl."

"Like ... I want him to come lick my clittie until it screams, and to push his fingertips up my tight fucking asshole until I beg him to bring me, to make me cum until I'm some senseless bitch whore cunt?"

"She's wonderful, Douglass."

"How do you feel about being called 'honey'?" Douglass asked her, still a little resentful.

"Call me a slut! Just come fuck me! Now!" Her right hand was kneading her own breast, while her left hand was rubbing circles over her lower abdomen, afraid to venture lower lest it set off another set of fireworks.

"That's my barbie doll," Douglass complimented her response.

Suddenly, Rebecca froze. "Please! Mr Blaine! Grant! I --" She turned to Douglass. "Mr Lockhead! Please! Don't make me do this! I can't ...."

"Nobody's making you do anything, honey," Douglass informed her.

"Please! I can't do this. I am a college graduate! A professional administrative assistant! I can't do this! It's not proper! This is something a *bimbo* would do!"

"Don't give yourself airs, bitch," Douglass told her. "You're not good enough to be a bimbo. You're just a slut little cunnie."

"Please!"

"Come on."

"Please!"

Douglass just looked at her.

"A ... slut ... little ... cunnie ..."

"And ..."

She spun around to face Grant. "And I need your pecker in my slimy little cunt-hole! Please, Mr Blaine." She sank to her knees and crawled to him, then leered up at him as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his zipper. "I'll make it feel gooooooood for you, baby. I've wanted you. Sooooo bad. Ever since I brought my tight little bitch ass traipsing in here. I've wanted to tease you, to make you hard for me. Did I make you hard, baby?"

"Never as hard as right now, cunnie."

"Ooooohhhh!" she grinned. "Baby! I'm so soft for you. And wet -- lord, I think I'm almost pissing all over my legs. That's what it feels like, lover. Let me suck your prick. Let me suck the juice up out of it! Please!" She nuzzled her face in his crotch.

"Tell him how long you've been waiting for this."

"Oh, Mr Blaine! You know that I sat in that office out there diddling myself just thinking about you, don't you? Do you have any idea how many times a day I would look at you and soil my panties? Ooohh, sometimes I would have to bring a dozen pairs to work, just so I'd have dry ones to wear after you talked to me and made my cunnie drool! I want to make you feel that good! That hot! Oooohhh, baby!" She had managed to free his cock from his underpants, and she started licking the head now. "Let me make you feel goooooood!"

"Happy retirement, sir. The corporation and I are at your disposal whenever you need us." He started walking toward the door when Grant called him back.

"Douglass, come here. She's fixed for two, isn't she?"

"Sir, this is your retirement. She's fixed for anything you want."

"Then come take her backside while I poke her pussy."

"Really, sir?"

"Of course, Douglass! You're one of -- no, you are *the* best person I have in my employ. Come take her ass! It's the least I can do." He pulled a jar of vaseline out of one of the boxes and handed it to Douglass.

Douglass grinned. "Thank you, sir! It will be good to ream the little tightass some manners. 'Chauvinist', indeed!"

Douglass stripped, then took one of Rebecca's ass cheeks in each hand and guided the submissive girl until her pussy was positioned right in front of Grant's cock.

"Shall we do her simultaneously, Douglass?"

Douglass grinned.

Then Becky came. And came again. And again. And again and again and again ...

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

Davy Phillips stood with his mother by the airport terminal window as they watched the plane land. It had been a while since he had been up in the air himself -- not since that time ten years ago when his whole family had flown to Boston to see Grandpa Blaine. That was the Christmas when Grandpa and his mother had gotten into such a big fight, and they hadn't seen him since.

Now he was coming to live with them. Davy had helped his mother clear out the sewing room and install a bed in there so that Grandpa would be comfortable.

The plane taxied around and approached the terminal.

Davy wasn't sure how this was all going to work out. He had barely seen his grandfather as he grew up. And all he could remember was the yelling when mom would fight with him. When they flew up for Grandma's funeral -- Davy was eight at the time -- Mom even slapped Grandpa. Davy had been playing in the other room when he heard it, then the silence that followed it. Then Mom came in, took him by the hand up the stairs, and they packed and left.

Now that Grandpa was retiring, they were all supposed to live together without any yelling? Davy looked at his mother. She was stiff, tense. Then he looked back out the window. He gave it six months, tops, before Grandpa walked out. And Davy didn't really care one way or the other about Grandpa coming to live with them -- he didn't really know him well enough to like him or hate him -- but it just seemed such a waste to change the house and their lives when Grandpa would be going away again in just a few months.

The passengers were beginning to unboard into the terminal, and Davy and his mother watched for her father. He was one of the first off, having ridden in first class.

Daphne Blaine-Phillips walked up and stood eye to eye with her father. "Daddy," she said quietly.

"Daphne. How have you been?"

She nodded her head. "Good, Daddy. And you? How do you like retirement?"

Grant smiled for a moment, then nodded. "It's ... good. Different. It'll take some getting used to. No more rising early in the morning. No more million dollar deals. It's ... different."

"You'll get used to it. You just have to find other interests."

"Aren't you right. And is this young buck here my grandson? Good lord, last I saw you, you came up just past my waist. And what a build! You play football, boy?"

"Soccer, Grandpa. At the college."

"Well, give me a hug, boy. You're already making the Blaine line proud." The two hugged. "I'll bet you have a flock of young fillies following you around."

Davy smiled. "I only wish, Grandpa."

"You will, you will, boy. You're a Blaine."

"Daddy, leave him alone. That caveman-and-jane stuff went out a generation ago. And good riddance."

"I was just teasing him, Daffy."

"Don't, Daddy."

Grant made a face. "It doesn't mean anything. It's just my way of saying I love you."

"I do *not* like that name, Daddy."

"Okay." Grant nodded, his voice strained. "I'll be living under your roof, I'll call you however you want to be called. If you want to be called the 'Royal Queen of England', I'll call you that. Anything for peace, right?"

"Uhm --" Davy interrupted. "It looks like the bags are starting to come out over there. We may want to wander over and get them."

Father and daughter stared at one another a moment before Daphne responded. "Yes, let's."

They located Grant's bags, and Davy carried them as they walked to the car. Grandpa was asking him what he was majoring in -- Business Admin -- and where he planned to work after he graduated -- he wasn't sure yet.

"Don't pressure him, Daddy."

"Honey, I'm just curious. I mean, what's the boy going to do without some type of plan, just lay around the house a couple of years? If you don't have a plan, Davy, you haven't got focus. And that's what the whole nation lacks right now. Everybody's sitting around whining, 'Tell us what to do.' They need a leader, a Blaine, to come around and inform them what --"

"Well, Dad, you've just got a solution for all the ills that ail us, don't you?"

"I can't help it, it's true. You need goals in order to make something of yourself."

"Dad, I'm not going to let you push him like you pushed me."

"I never pushed you to anything, Daphne! You wouldn't let me. If I said go, you came to a halt. If I said --"

"Dad! You're pushing me right now!"

"Listen to her, boy! She's crazy. Crazy that she might do something that someone suggested she do. You know the reason she got herself knocked up at seventeen, don't you? She was trying to spite me!"

Daphne gasped. "Daddy!! For gods sakes!"

"She even --" Grant froze a moment, then sighed slowly. "You're right, Daphne. I am a bossy sonofabitch. And I can't do that anymore, can I? Not while I'll be living under your roof. I apologize. And David, I apologize to you too. I shouldn't be maligning your mother or ruining all of our afternoon."

Daphne opened and then shut her mouth twice, unable to come up with anything to say. Finally, "Are you my father? Or did we grab the wrong passenger by mistake?"

Grant grinned and started walking again. "It's the new me, Daphne. We both have to change if we're going to be living together. But I'm going to have to change the most." He chuckled. "I'm going to have to transform from a reptile back into a human."

"I -- I don't know what to say, Daddy."

"Uhm ..." This was Davy. Father and daughter turned around to see him about six paces behind them. "The car's back here, guys."

"Say that you can recognize your own car, Daffy."

Daphne smiled and echoed him, "You can recognize your own car, Daffy."

She opened the trunk and they deposited the luggage there. Then Davy drove the three of them home to start a new life together.

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

The four women sat in Daphne's living room, supposedly planning events for the PTA fundraiser, but other, more interesting, topics kept coming up.

Caroline, a gorgeous redhead, was sitting back on the couch, wearing a pink bikini top and a wraparound skirt. She got a naughty look in her eye and asked, "So now that you've had two weeks, how is this 'Dr Lizardo', as Amy likes to call him?"

Daphne sighed. "Well, I suppose he's trying, but he's still the same old Daddy."

"Always will be, if you ask me," Amy responded. "That dried old goat is so stubborn that he could win a game of blinks against the devil."

"He is trying, though," Daphne said.

"Honey, you're deluded. I've known the man since you and I played with dolls in your playroom. He'll never change. He doesn't want to. He thinks he's perfect just like he is. He's just trying a new approach to bullying you. That's all."

Daphne sighed. "I don't know, Amy. I think he *is* trying to do better. But he does seem to still boss everyone just as much as he ever did. Maybe more politely, but still just as much."

"How is Clark taking it?" Sarah Milsford asked. She was a schoolteacher, with a pretty, straight nose and brown hair that reached down to her waist.

Amy guffawed loudly. "Oh, hubby will do anything his little daisy might ask him to do. Won't he, Daphne?"

Daphne blushed. "Clark and I discussed Daddy coming to live with us for a long time."

"... and he said he'd do anything his little daisy wanted, right?"

Daphne tried to suppress a smile, but it burst forth anyways. "Yes, that's exactly what he said, Amy."

"Of course. And that's why he's going to be useless when you have it out with the old man."

"You don't think there's any way for us to live together, then, Amy?"

"Sure, if you throw away who you are and become his personal robot. Short of that, no. He is a dominating old geezer that wants to control everyone and everything."

A bleak silence hovered for a few moments, then Sarah, the schoolteacher, stood and said she had to be going. Amy started packing her things up as well, needing to meet her husband before dinner.

Caroline stood and fluffed the pillows on the couch. "I've got the whole afternoon free, I'm afraid. You and I could keep on working if you want, Daphne. In fact ..." she grinned mischieviously "... if you want to, we could lay around your pool and get an early start on our tans at the same time."

"Sure, I think I could use a little fresh air and sunlight right now."

"Great!" She unwrapped her skirt to reveal a pink bikini bottom to match the bra. "I'll get us two lemonades out of the refridgerator while you change. Meet you out there."

It was a very warm spring day, one of the days that previews summer's coming, so Caroline filled the lemonade glasses with a lot of ice, then headed outside. Davy was already there, sunning himself in one of the lawn chairs.

"Hello, Mrs McLure."

"Hi, Davy. How's the water?"

"Probably warm. I haven't been in it yet, though."

"Well, I think I'm going to wade in for a few minutes."

Davy admired her figure as she walked to the steps, then down into the water. She was almost his mom's age and married, but, boy, was she a looker. The sun made her red hair glisten with highlights.

"She's a beaut, isn't she son?"

Davy jumped, startled. "Grandpa! Uhm, what do you mean?"

"The red-headed tart. Of course you were looking at her. Something would be wrong with you if you didn't. Besides, why do you think she's wearing that hot pink scrap of cloth? She wants men to look at her."

"Mrs McLure? But she's married."

"Sure, but the guy isn't man enough to keep her. If he was, she wouldn't be traipsing around like that, advertising for some man that *could* keep her happy."


Retirement Benefits



Forty five! How was I was suddenly forty five? It seemed like just yesterday I was twenty. I still felt like I was twenty, but when I looked in the mirror, it became clear to me that twenty and even thirty had shot past while I was busy making money and buying toys. I had accumulated a huge retirement fund, a mansion, a yacht, a Jaguar and a Mercedes. The woman who had graced my life for ten years couldn't stand waiting for me so she ran off with the pool boy. The divorce became final just a few weeks ago. She got very little leaving me with the bulk of money and toys.

I walked out to the patio overlooking the pool, sat down with a Margarita and thought over where I was and where I was going. Just as I was getting comfortable, the doorbell rang. It was my ex-secretary, Marla Johnson. 

The first time I ever saw Marla was five years ago when she came in for an interview. She was only twenty years old but I knew immediately that I had to have her as my private secretary. She was beautiful, smart and had a great personality. I was married at the time, so I didn't reveal my feelings to her but I think I was in love with her almost from the very start.

"Come in Marla. Do you want a Margarita?"

"Sure, why not?" she agreed.

I mixed the drink and took it out on the patio. Marla sat down at the patio table and looked at me. 

"What?" I queried.

"I was just wondering how you are doing since you retired."

"I'm doing great. No worries. How are you doing?"

"That prick who took over after you left was such a pain in the ass that I quit."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Are you going to make it okay?"

"Well, things are going to be a little tight, but I'll survive. When I quit my job the leech I was living with took off. He didn't contribute much, but it helped with the bills."

"If times get too tough, you can always shack up with me," I ventured.

Marla was a knockout. She was now twenty five years old, five feet three inches tall, about a hundred and fifteen pounds, no fat, nice round tits and smooth, tapered legs. I could easily accommodate her for a while; maybe for a long while.

"You wolves never change," she laughed. "You're not serious are you?"

"Sure, why not? We could have a lot of fun together while you get rearranged."

"You know, Mr. Baxter that might not be a bad idea. You're kind of a hunky guy and I've always liked you. How is it you never made a move on me before?"

"First, you can drop that 'Mr. Baxter' stuff. Call me Ed. And I never moved on you because I was married and I would not have played around with the hired help even if I weren't. But I always thought you were just absolutely beautiful. I still think that you are one of the most magnificent women I've ever seen."

Marla wiggled around in her chair and giggled.

"Does that mean you would let me move in?"

"Damn right! Let's drink to that!" I clinked her glass and upended my drink. "Let's have another!" I suggested.

"Here, here," she replied as she drained her glass.

Her arms wrapped around my waist from behind as I dropped the booze in the blender. I turned around and lowered my lips to hers. She greedily sucked my tongue into her mouth, rubbing it fiercely with hers. I shut the blender off and poured the drinks. We walked hand in hand back out to the patio.

We sat in the shade of the umbrella and watched the wind ripple the pool. I had great idea!

"Let's go swimming! It's a shame to waste the pool," I said.

"But I don't have a suit," she pouted.

"Yeah, I know," I said leering suggestively at her.

"You want to skinny dip?" she giggled.

"Yup."

"I'll give it a try. Can I trust you?"

"Nope."

"Oh, goody! I hoped that's what you would say. Where can I leave my clothes?"

"Just throw them into the bedroom. We'll be in there after a while anyway."

She walked into the house and I followed her into my bedroom.

"Oh, Ed this is really nice! Are those satin sheets?"

"Yes they are."

"Oooooo! I can't wait!" she laughed.

"Here, let me help you into your bathing suit," I offered.

Her hands were busy with her blouse. My hands were busy with her skirt. I gasped when her bra came off. Her tits were much larger than they looked all tucked away. I pulled her panties down. She had a neatly trimmed strawberry blonde bush that matched her hair. I kissed her pussy.

"Hey, you promised me a swim!" she protested.

"I also said I was not to be trusted," I reminded her as I kissed her pussy again.

I stood up and she pulled my shorts off. My cock flopped out. She wrapped her lips around it and sucked gently.

"Hey, I thought we were swimming!" I protested.

"Maybe I'm not to be trusted either," she laughed.

She grabbed my cock and dragged me to the pool.

We splashed around and swam for about thirty minutes. I finally cornered her near the shallow end. As I pulled her to me, she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her pussy rubbed against my fast rising dick.

"You're a lot bigger than my boyfriend. Take it easy until I get used to it," she said as she slid down my rigid pole.

It felt so good to be back inside a woman again. And she was so hot, so slick, and so tight.

"You've got a nice little pussy," I told her.

"You've got a nice big cock," she replied.

I was picking her up and dropping her onto my dick. Soon that wasn't fast enough so I thrust into her as hard as I could, faster and faster. 

"So good!" she moaned, returning my thrusts. "You are going to be loads of fun!"

Her breasts pressed against my chest. I could feel her nipples rubbing me. I started wading into the shallow end looking for the steps. I walked up the steps with her still firmly attached to my prick and laid her down on the grass apron beside the pool. 

"Now you're really gonna get fucked!" I puffed.

I drove into her as hard as I could and despite her earlier request for gentleness, she begged for more and more. The sun dried us and soon we were sweating on each other. It was just so erotic. Finally I felt her cunt pulsate around my cock. She screamed as she came, her head flopping around and her nails dug into my back. A moment later, I felt my semen rising through my cock and squirting into her. When my juice hit her she came again.

We lay there panting in the grass. I was still on top of her but she didn't protest and I didn't want to get off. I finally got up and pulled her to her feet. We went to the outdoor shower where I cleaned the grass from her body, all the while massaging her with my tongue.

"You're gonna make me cum again before we even get to those satin sheets," she giggled.

We went through my bedroom and dried off in my bathroom. I must say I have a great bathroom. There is the usual toilet and a bidet. The shower is in one corner and it's big enough for a Wesson oil party with several high pressure shower heads and a couple of wands for fun. In the other corner is a large Jacuzzi. I picked her up and carried her to bed.

"I'm gonna eat you up!" I leered.

"I was hoping that I'd be lunch," she sighed softly.

I started with her trim, little feet, sucking and licking each toe in turn and then put her whole foot in my mouth. I kissed my way up her legs, stopping to lick the tender area behind her knees. I sucked on the inside of her thighs, leaving little love bites. My lips brushed her bush. She thrust her pussy toward my mouth, but I backed off and kissed her mound. I raised her legs, parting them and dove on her pussy. She screamed when I jammed my tongue into her vagina. I licked the whole thing rapidly, sucking up as much of her juice as I could.

She screamed again when I sucked her clit in between my lips and licked it. She almost bucked me off. 

"OOOooohhhhh GGGGgodddd!" she squealed with delight as I brought her closer and closer to orgasm. 

Her thighs slammed together trapping my head in her love embrace. I rammed a finger into her asshole and that's what drove her over the edge. A river of girl juice gushed out of her and into my greedy mouth. She lay twitching on the satin sheets, totally exhausted.

After she had rested a few minutes she said, "Oh damn, that was so good! I want to do that again and again! Lie down and let me do you."

I rolled onto my back with my cock sticking straight up. She looked at it and licked her lips. It reminded me of feeding time at the zoo. She crawled up close to me and grasped my dick, licking a drop of precum off the tip. She tickled my meatus with her tongue. I felt my balls swelling up along with my already hard shaft. Suddenly she bobbed her head and engulfed the whole thing right down to my pubes. I almost shot off. 

"Damn that's so good! Don't stop!" I begged.

Her hands wrapped around my nut sack and she squeezed my nuts gently while pulling on them. With my cock in her throat and my balls in her hands, I was totally under her control. She bobbed her head faster and faster. Soon I felt that good, good feeling deep down in my center.

"I'm gonna cum!" I warned.

She didn't even slow down and in a moment or two I was shooting a big, hot load down her throat. She swallowed all of it.

"Your ex boyfriend has got to be the biggest idiot on the planet!" I gasped. 

I was completely shot. Assorted parts of me twitched. I thought this only happened to girls. I pulled her lips up to mine and kissed her hard while hugging her as tight as I could.

"Does this mean you like me?" she asked when we broke the kiss.

"Like you? Hell I may be in love with you!"

We lay together for a long time. Our mutual sweat mixed on our bodies as we enjoyed each other.

Finally I turned her loose.

"Let's take a shower and get something to eat," I told her.

"Does this mean we don't get to try out these satin sheets?" she pouted.

"No, it means I want to store up enough energy to screw your brains out."

"Okay," she giggled, "I guess it might be worth waiting for."

"How hot do you want it?" I asked.

"Not very hot, I'm hot already," she answered.

I turned the water on and set the temp to 'low-medium'. We stepped under the lukewarm water. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and pressed my flaccid cock into her ass crack. She wiggled her butt as my hands closed on those big, beautiful tits. She slumped back against me rubbing me as hard as she could.

"We better start scrubbing each other or we'll never make it to dinner," she giggled.

I reluctantly released her and we started a mutual wash down. I soaped every inch of her with my eager hands and she did the same for me. We stayed in the water for a lot longer than hygiene demanded. She grabbed my cock and dragged me out of the shower. We dried each other off with big, rough European towels and then walked hand in hand back to the bed.

"I want to take you to dinner tonight up at Dana Point," I said.

"All my good clothes are at my apartment. I guess we could get some of them and I'll dress over there. It'll give me a chance to give notice to the landlord," she replied.

So with me in my good dinner jacket and her in her casual clothes we walked to the garage and got into my XK-140 Jaguar. I opened the garage door with the remote and we were off.

"I didn't see your car. Where did you park it?" I inquired.

"The car I used for work belonged to the asshole I was living with. When he left the car went with him. I took a taxi to your place."

We parked at her apartment while she got some clothes, packed an overnight bag and changed into a spectacular cocktail dress. I almost forgot that we were going to dinner. She looked so good; I wanted to eat her again.

We drove slowly up the coast to Dana Point. They had a really fine seafood restaurant overlooking the harbor. The valet accepted my keys and we strolled inside. It was early, so we got seated almost immediately. We had a good table where we could watch the boats.

"This is a nice place," she remarked.

"I come here a lot. They've got a great chef, excellent food and a great menu," I replied.

We ordered drinks and appetizers. As we sipped the drinks, she said, "How am I going to get my stuff out of my apartment?"

"If you've got anything heavy, we'll get a mover. If not, my next door neighbor has a pickup we can borrow."

"I don't have much of anything. All my furniture is rented. Let's use the pickup."

"Okay, we'll get on it first thing tomorrow."

The main course came with a bottle of wine. We followed the food with dessert. I summoned the valet and he brought the car around.

"We'll go on a short cruise tomorrow after we recover your things," I told her.

"Where are we going?"

"I've got a boat at Marina Del Ray. If we have enough time, we can get dinner at Avalon on Catalina."

"Super! I love the sea. Can I drive?"

"Maybe after we leave the marina."

When we got home the phone was ringing. It was my brother in San Diego.

"Hey stud," he started.

"Hey yourself," I answered warily. My brother John wasn't known for honesty and integrity.

"Boy, do I have a deal for you!"

"Uh oh, what is it this time?"

"C'mon, this is a good deal. I won a trip for two to the Virgin Islands, but my girlfriend doesn't want to go and I can't go on the date they set anyway. If you can manage to find a companion, I'll give the tickets to you."

"Free?"

"Of course, brother mine. This isn't just another of my crazy schemes. This is for real."

"I'll be down to check it out day after tomorrow. Bye."

"Trouble?" she asked with a worried look in her eyes.

"No, it's just another scam, most likely. My little brother is always trying to rope me into some crazy scheme. He knows I won't bite. We'll go down to San Diego day after tomorrow and have a look. Do you want to come along?"

"Of course! I can't let you get in the middle of all those bikini clad sluts all by yourself. You might get into trouble," she grinned. "Now, where were we when dinner got in the way?"

"If I recall correctly, you had just honored me with a world class blow job and then we were going to fuck up these satin sheets."

"Oh, yeah, I remember now. I was gonna fuck you to death!"

"Less talk, more action!" I replied.

We stood by the bed and removed each other's clothes. I bowed my head and sucked one of her beautiful nipples into my mouth. She moaned and dragged me onto the sheets. We lay side by side kissing and exploring. She was perfect. I didn't see a blemish of any kind on her entire body. Her pussy was like a flower carved into her being. It was wonderful. I stared at it and worshipped.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

I'm worshipping at your temple," I answered.

"How about less worship and more action?" she said.

I slid between her outstretched legs and slowly approached her prize. Her perfect little hands grasped my cock and guided me into her. She was somehow tighter than she was in the pool. I had to ram her pretty hard just to get it in. If she hadn't been self lubricating, I never would have made it.

"You're tighter than the virgins I've bagged," I grunted.

"I probably taste better too," she answered.

"That you do honey, that you do," I whispered as I drove into her.

I squeezed her tightly as we started our dance of love. She held me close, her arms wrapped tightly around my body. Her pussy was wet, tight and slick, making our union altogether wonderful. She was panting in time with our strokes, little squeaky sounds like, "eek, eek, eek."

Her sexy squeals were driving me quickly toward orgasm. I was panting and gasping as our union gathered velocity and heat. I had been with many women, but none the equal of her. I felt her cunt start to throb around me. That drove me over the edge and I came hard into her center, deep, deep inside. 

She screamed, "Oh god! Give it all to me!" as she started a major climax.

I lay on her, holding her close, not wanting to let go. Her fingers were dug into my back. It hurt but it was a good kind of hurt. We locked lips and groaned into each other's mouths. I had never felt that way about anyone. I knew I was on dangerous ground. I didn't want to confess in the heat of passion, but I wanted her to know. I rolled to one side, still embracing her, and looked into her eyes. What I saw there frightened me. It was a reflection of the way I felt. I resolved to go very slowly with that part of our union.

"You are the best pussy on planet earth," I stated flatly. 

"I love your cock," she answered. She rolled her back to me and scooted into the spoon position. "When it gets hard, put it in me and we'll sleep wet," she giggled.

"Great plan!" I replied. Fifteen minutes later she was snoring softly. I slipped my iron hard dick into her pussy and went to sleep.

I awoke at six the next morning. I could feel a pussy massaging my cock. Then I remembered Marla. 

"You've got until tomorrow noon to stop that," I whispered.

"We've got things to do, "she replied and humped me harder. I reached around her and tickled her clit. She twitched and jerked as her orgasm took control of her. A minute later, I squirted a stream of semen into her pussy. What a way to wake up!

We both got into the shower, super hot this time, and scrubbed each other clean. She prepared breakfast while I borrowed the pickup. Right after we ate we left for her place.

We just finished loading and checking out for the last time when her ex boyfriend showed up.

"Honey, I'm back!" he announced like he was god's gift to women.

"Yeah, well buzz off loser. You should never have said all those mean things and stormed out like that. I don't have to worry about your herd of sluts any more. I've got a real man now. He makes me happy. He treats me like a lady. You're history, chump!"

"You bitch, you don't deserve me. You were my last choice of sluts. I just thought I'd give you a break!" he shouted.

I stepped in front of him. "Listen up, needle dick, you need to apologize to the lady," I growled.

"Fuck you pops," he yelled in my face as he took a wide swing at me.

That good old Marine Corp training automatically kick in and I dropped him with a hard left hook. As he lay there bleeding on the sidewalk I whispered to him, "If I were you, stupid, I'd apologize to the lady and then get your sorry ass out of here before you make me mad."

He got slowly to his feet. "I'm sorry Marla," he muttered. He got in his beater car and left.

We got into the pickup. Marla wrapped her arms around me. "My hero! You're a lot tougher than you look."

"I'm just a cream puff compared to what I was, but that Marine Corp training never leaves you."

We unloaded the pickup into the spare room. I returned it while she got a basket ready for our sea trip. 

She ambushed me at the door saying, "When we get somewhere semi-private, I'm gonna fuck your eyeballs out."

We loaded the basket into the Mercedes 600 and headed up the road to Marina Del Ray. I left the Jag home because the Benz filtered out the noise and bad air on the 405.

"Wow, what a car," she said as she curled up in the passenger's seat. "I bet it cost a bunch."

"Yeah, but it's worth it considering where I have to drive."

About half way to the marina, she fished my cock out and played with it the rest of the way. She was one fine accessory that Mercedes didn't offer.

I checked the car into the secure short term lot and grabbed the basket. We walked out on the dock and I pointed to my boat.

"That's it," I said.

"Oh Ed, that's the biggest boat I've ever seen. It is more like a ship."

It was a seventy foot Viking. "It's a minnow compared to some of these yachts. Look around and you'll see what I mean," I replied.

Her eyes were bigger than Mercedes Benz headlights as she looked around the marina. Sure enough, my boat was a little smaller than average.

"Well I still think it's huge. I love it," she said.

I summoned her to the bridge and familiarized her with the pre start procedures. When all was ready, I fired up the big diesels and we headed out of the marina, turning south toward Catalina. I let her take the helm for a couple of miles and then I set 'Avalon' into the autopilot. The boat made a minor correction and we were sailing across the channel.




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She sat in my lap and wiggled her ass around on my hardon. "I see that I'll have to take advantage of the captain's right to perform temporary marriages at sea," I grinned.

She smiled and said, "I do."

I smiled and said, "So do I. Okay, we're married. The captain declares the honeymoon on!"

I pulled the throttles back to 'idle' and grabbed Marla around the waist. I half dragged half carried her to the master berth. She laid wriggling and giggling on the bed. I took off my yachting costume and reached for her just as her clothes hit the deck.

"You are even more beautiful at sea! I'm so damned lucky!" I growled.

"I'm the lucky one. I got rescued by a genuine captain. He's my hero! Let's do it!" she replied.

I couldn't help worshipping her pussy again. It was just too pretty.

"Are you worshipping my pussy again? I want you to lick it and suck it and fuck it! NOW!"

"Yes maam," I replied.

I licked her legs from her feet to her crotch. The higher I got, the more she moaned. The fragrance of her sex caused my dick to achieve a steel-like hardness. I licked her pussy, being sure to stick my tongue as far up her vagina as I could. She tasted so good! I sucked her clit into my lips and hummed a low, low note making my lips kind of buzz. 

"Oh damn!" she screamed. "Don't ever stop! That's the spot. Do it some more. Do it some more!"

I sucked and hummed on her clit. The more I hummed, the wilder she got. I felt her already swollen labia puff up completely.

"OOoohhhh Gggggoddd! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!!" she screamed. 

A river of girl juice flooded my mouth. I gulped it all down, spilling nary a drop. She had stiffened out while cumming and now lay relaxed and twitching. I continued to suck her clit.

"Please, please, I can't take any more. Come fuck me now!" she moaned.

I held her body as tight as I could and stabbed her pussy with my iron hard cock. It was tight but it slid right in. 

"Welcome home," she softly sighed as I stroked into her.

She was right. It definitely felt like home. I was warm and happy and on my way to becoming not horny. She was making those little squeaky mouse noises again. To me it was like a symphony. She shuddered under my assault and came again. 

"Cum in me, please, please cum in me!" she cried.

I was getting down to short strokes and I knew she could feel me starting to cum in her.

"Ohhh Yesss!" I grunted and shot my semen deep inside her.

"Oh God, Ed. I've fallen in love with you. What am I going to do?" she sobbed.

"Is that a disaster?" I asked.

"Well, I know you don't feel the same way about me. I'm doomed!"

"The captain is about to rescue you again," I whispered back.

"What do you mean?" she sniffed.

"Well, I was gonna tell you later today, but since you're confessing, I may as well confess too. I've loved you from the moment I first saw you. When you showed up at my door, my prayers were answered. I'm so much older than you; I didn't want to upset you so I kept silent. Be sure it's love you're feeling and not gratitude."

"I've already rejected the gratitude thing. Why do you think I came to you when the chips were down? I can't live without you. You are my man!"

She rolled me over and lay on top of me. Her lips met mine in the most sensual kiss I had ever participated in. I could feel her tears of happiness as they splashed onto my face.

"We've got to get with it if we're going to make Catalina before sunset," I told her.

Reluctantly we got dressed and went back up to the bridge. I looked over the autopilot and decided it was doing its job. I shoved the throttles forward. We sat on the bridge and shared a bottle of wine.

"What do you plan to do, now that we've both confessed?" she asked.

"I've got a great plan! We'll go see my brother in San Diego. After I determine what kind of scam he's running, we'll drive to Las Vegas and get married."

"You want to marry me? I thought you would just want to shack up until you got tired of me and then split."

"I'm not like that. I don't want to 'shack up' anymore. I know I'll always love you. Since our age difference doesn't scare you, I want a permanent arrangement. If that's not what you want, we've got a problem."

"I didn't say I didn't want it. I said I couldn't believe you would want to marry me. Of course I'll marry you. I love you too much to let you go, ever."

She sat in my lap and we sipped our wine all the way to Avalon. We radioed ahead for moorage and the yacht tender came out to greet us. We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping. We had an early supper and headed back to Marina Del Ray.

I pulled into my moorage and we walked to the car. She had a very worried look on her face.

"Having second thoughts already?" I asked.

"No but before we get hitched, there is something you need to know."

"What? Are you wanted by the FBI?"

"No, Ed do you want children?"

"Well, I don't want to be on social security when they graduate high school. I don't think so. Is that a deal breaker?"

"Actually, my love, it's a deal sealer. I can't have babies. My ovaries were shot so I had my tubes tied. You're not disappointed are you?"

"Are you kidding? This is perfect. I'll love you until the day I die."

"Oh Ed I was afraid that you wouldn't want me anymore. I'm so happy! I love you toooo much!"

We got home about midnight. I poured a couple of brandies and we retired to our bedroom. I sat on the bed while she did a slow strip-tease for me. After her panties came off, she gave me a lap dance that is illegal in every state in the Union.

"I can see I won't need to go to the topless bars anymore. You are so damned beautiful!" I whispered to her.

"Okay stud, you've convinced me! Let's get those clothes off of you so I can do something I promised I'd do."

I got nude in the twinkling of an eye. I held her naked body to me and kissed her hard. This wasn't a fuck-buddy kiss. This was a kiss full of meaning and emotion and it sealed the bond between us. It actually made me dizzy. 

I pulled her down beside me on those satin sheets. I spooned her and grabbed her magnificent breasts. My cock was like a guided missile. It found her opening without guidance from either of us. Even our bodies knew we were committed.

I slipped inside her and heard her gasp as I drove my dick all the way into her. I stroked into her for a few minutes and then I rolled her over and got on top of her. With her lags on my shoulders I achieved maximum depth and she grunted a little when I hit her cervix. Her pussy was massaging my cock. She made it do these strange, wonderful rippling motions around me. 

I didn't last very long after that. "I'm cumming!" I wailed.

"Gimme it all. I wanna feel you squirt into me!" she panted.

I came harder than I ever had before. An ocean of semen flowed out of me and into her. She bucked and squealed and then she had a huge orgasm.

We lay side by side panting and puffing, twitching and moaning. She pulled my lips to hers and we engaged in another of those super duper kisses.

"I'll always love you Marla. Don't ever doubt it." I whispered into her ear.

"I'm yours forever. I'll never leave you." She whispered back. 

We dozed off in each other's arms. I held her tightly while we slept and I must say it was the best sleep of my entire life. I awoke to the smell of coffee brewing and bacon frying.

I rolled out of bed and padded barefoot into the kitchen.

She was at the range nude except for an apron. That left her fine little ass sticking out in back. I walked up behind her and massaged her butt. She turned around and smiled.

"Hey, soldier; if you're gonna be in the kitchen, you might consider some clothes. You might get bacon grease on our cock and then I'd have to suck it all off," she giggled.

"Yes maam," I said, backing off to the dinette.

She had prepared a great breakfast. We ate it while smiling at each other. I couldn't stop smiling. I felt I had pulled the biggest coup of the century. I knew she was smiling because she was happy. But there was no one on the planet happier than I. How lucky can one man get?

I called my brother. He answered kind of groggily, "Yeah? Wazzup?"

"I managed to trap a companion. We'll be down just as fast as my Merc can get us there."

"I'll be waiting," he mumbled and hung up.

Marla and I got into the Benz and set off down the highway to San Diego. My brother had a condo near Balboa Park. We pulled into a parking spot and rang his chimes. The door buzzed open and up we went.

I knocked on the door and he opened it without looking at us. We followed him into the condo.

He turned around and started, "Hey bro, whoa, whoa!!! Where did you get that angel?"

"Never mind the angel. Show me the scam."

"Scam? Scam? I'm hurt. This is a legit deal. Here, look at these tickets."

I looked at the tickets and by golly; they looked like the real thing. "Free?" I asked.

"Yeah, I thought I'd make up for all the crap I've tried on you. So that's your companion, huh?"

"Pull in your fangs, dickhead. She's a little more than my companion. By this time tomorrow, she'll be my wife."

"You're joking! Why would a sweet young thing like that want to marry a geezer like you?"

"Why don't you ask her?"

"Okay, what's her name?"

"Marla."

"HI Marla. I'm curious, why would you want to marry an old man like my brother?"

"Aside from the fact that I love him, he's the best cock on the west coast," she laughed. 

My brother blushed a bright red.

"Well, snoopy, did you find out what you wanted to know?"

"Boy, did I! She's really something. Does she have a sister?"

"Nope. She's a one off masterpiece. I hate to snatch those reservations and run, but we're in a hurry to get to Las Vegas, so thanks and goodbye!"

We were out the door and gone in a heartbeat leaving my brother with his mouth open and his tongue hanging out. A few minutes later we were cruising up I-15 toward Nevada. I handed her the cell phone. 

"Call the Luxor and get us a suite for tonight honey."

She made the call and we were all set. A few hours later we were handing my keys to a valet and were being escorted to our rooms. Naturally, she had reserved a honeymoon suite. As soon as the bell boy left, she wrapped her arms around my neck and soul kissed me.

"How are we going to get married?" she asked.

"After honeymoon practice, I'll call the concierge and have him arrange it. No sweat!" I assured her.

"Did I hear honeymoon practice?" Her clothes were already on the floor. Mine soon followed. 

We snuggled into the huge bed kissing and feeling each other. She grabbed our cock and started sucking on it. I scooted her into the sixty nine position and engulfed her pussy with my greedy mouth. I licked her clean and then sucked her clit into my lips. Her mouth was sliding up and down the rigid pole. I could feel my orgasm building. I could tell she was close too. Suddenly I was grunting and squirting while she squealed and came in my mouth. I drank every drop.

We lay again side by side. "Tomorrow you'll be Mrs. Baxter," I commented.

"Yeah, and you'll be mine for life!" she answered.

We ordered prime rib from room service. It arrived with two bottles of champagne and a host of side dishes. We were absolutely stuffed by the time we polished off the chocolate mousse. We showered and I called the concierge who assured me that he could arrange everything. We stumbled off to bed.

We slept belly to belly with our cock rubbing against her labia. She smiled as she drifted off. I smiled and kissed her forehead. Soon, it would be mine along with the rest of her. I couldn't wait. I know I was smiling as sleep overtook me.

We had breakfast in our suite. We showered and headed off to see the concierge.

"Yes sir, your reservation at the Little Chapel is confirmed for one o'clock. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Well, my brother gave me some tickets that are supposed to be for two weeks in the Virgin Islands. Would you please check them out and tell me if they're the real thing?"

"Yes sir. That will be no problem at all. I'll have your answer by the time you get back from your wedding."

"That's a big load off my mind," I said tipping him fifty bucks.

"Thank you sir!"

He summoned my car. We drove down to the Lake Mead marina. Marla shopped a little while I fed the fish.

We drove back to the hotel and the concierge told us where to go to get the marriage license. Then we went to the Little Chapel and in a few minutes we were Mr. and Mrs. Edward Baxter.

As we left the chapel she said, "Okay, no more fooling around. Let's get serious about this honeymoon stuff!"

It was hard to steer her toward the concierge but I managed it.

"Your holiday package is the real thing, in fact it is a luxury suite on St. Thomas at the Ritz Carlton." he said.

"Thank you!" I tipped him again and she dragged me to the elevators.

"Take it easy," I laughed. "We'll make it soon enough."

"No we won't we've already wasted valuable loving time messing around with that concierge guy. What was it that your brother gave you anyway?"

"Our honeymoon package," I told her.

"I thought this was our honeymoon package!"

"We'll be here in Vegas for three more days and then we'll get on an airplane and fly to the Virgin Islands. Is that alright? I could give the package to the concierge if you don't want to go to a tropical paradise."

"Are you kidding? I've always wanted to go to one of those places!" she squealed and hugged me tight.

When we got to the suite, I scooped her up and carried her across the threshold, just like in the books.

"How do you want it Mrs. Baxter?" I asked.

"Hard and often Mr. Baxter!" she replied.

I carried her to our wedding bed and laid her down. I slowly undressed her as she slowly undressed me. As soon as my shorts came off she grabbed our cock and kissed it.

"This is officially our cock now. Actually, it belongs to me. I love it and I want it in me at all times."

"I'll do my best to keep it in you. I also get to worship our pussy anytime I want."

We shook on it as I pushed her onto her back and stabbed her with our cock. 

"Just like this, fuck me until I cum! Fill me with your juice!" she requested.

We spent the next three days trying to fuck each other to death. I had never gotten that much pussy in so short a time. I loved it!

We checked the car into secure long term storage at the airport and got on the airplane for Miami. I directed her to the first class section and we settled in for the flight.

"This first class stuff is something I could get used to." She laughed.

"Well, you should get used to it. You're a first class lady. As soon as we level off, let's go to the lounge."

"Lounge? They have a lounge? This I gotta see!"

The stewardess made sure we were secure and we held hands during the take off and ascent. We leveled off at thirty five thousand feet. I got up and headed for the lounge.

"Wait a minute. I have to go pee and I want you with me," she said.

I followed her to the toilet; she opened the door and jerked me inside.

"I confess. I lied. I don't have to pee. I'm horny. Let's get it on," she whispered.

"You want to do it in here?"

"I can't wait for Miami. I want some pecker right now!" she exclaimed as she dropped her pants and panties. "Come on hubby, get our cock out here and put it in me."

What could I do? She had me trapped. I dropped my pants to my knees and my hard dick poked out. With a squeal she grabbed it and brought it to her entrance. I stroked into her standing up in the rest room. Her cunt was quivering from the excitement. I couldn't wait.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming right now!" I grunted.

"Me too," she replied.

I couldn't stop cumming. It felt like I squirted a gallon into her. Finally, I dried up. We had made some noise during our escapade.

"I'm full of your juice," she whispered.

She mopped up the semen running down her legs, pulled on her panties and her pants and we left the restroom. The stewardess gave us the 'thumbs up' as we headed back to our seats. I had totally forgotten the lounge. I put my arm around her and we both dozed off.

I was awakened by the stewardess. "We're descending into Miami sir. Please fasten your seatbelt." She smiled and gave my arm a little squeeze. Marla woke up and we got ready to land.

The pilot eased the big jet onto the runway and soon we were deplaning. 

"We've got an hour before our flight to the islands. What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Let's get a snack. Hah! You thought I was gonna say 'let's go somewhere and fuck' didn't you?"

"I have to admit that the thought did cross my mind."

We had a little snack and went to the lounge to wait for our flight. 

"Gee, us first class types have lounges everywhere, huh?" she commented.

"Yeah, those are the perks," I replied.

The flight to the islands was uneventful. She didn't even try to rape me in the bathroom. Our rental car was waiting for us at the Cyril King airport. We loaded our luggage and drove to the east end of St. Thomas to our hotel, the Ritz Carlton. Our reservations called for a king suite. I carried her over the threshold again and tipped the bellboy. 

"Oh, this is so nice! And the beach is just outside. This is a really nice place isn't it?"

"Yes, my love. Only the best for my wife!"

"Let's get into our honeymoon suits! It's been a long dry spell from that airplane!" she excitedly cried.

I caressed her naked body while we watched the waves break on the beach. She crushed me into her arms and kissed me, making love to me with her body and her tongue. I returned her kiss. I felt my cock start to rise between us. She giggled and latched on to it, stroking it lightly. 

By the time we staggered to the bed I thought the end of it might explode. I pushed her down onto her back and her legs automatically popped open. I slipped into her with no problem and her pussy did that massage thing on our cock.

"I love it when you're at home in me. I want it to be like this forever!" she panted into my ear.

We were a melting tangle of limbs, mouths and sexual equipment as we drove each other toward our sweet reward. 

"I love you more than life! Kill me with your pussy!" I grunted.

"Fuck meeee!" she squealed.

I knew that I would never let go of her. I wanted to stay in her magic pussy forever. She was squeaking her little mouse squeaks again. How I loved that sound! As we approached mutual orgasm, we were quivering and twitching together, almost like a dance.

"Oh God!!! I'm cumming!" she screamed.

"Me too!" I shouted.

My love offering shot into her and she screamed her climax. We collapsed in a quaking mass of sweaty, satisfied flesh. 

"Too good, too good!" she panted.

We held each other tightly as we wound down from the heights of ecstasy. Her heart beat clearly through her and into my body. What a woman! All I could do was hum and gasp. 

Finally we got up and limped into the shower like a couple of wounded soldiers. Her little hands rubbed me. She kissed me again. I thoroughly massaged her entire body with a soapy wash rag and then rinsed her with tender, loving care.

I carefully dried her off and we jumped on the bed. I held her with her belly against mine. Her tits were mashed into my chest. We went to sleep.

We had breakfast from room service that first morning. It was outstanding. In fact, everything here was outstanding. I decided that we should go shopping. The concierge suggested that we wait for the hotel limo so we had a Mai Tai at the bar while we waited for transportation. The limo took us to the biggest town on the island and we spent a pleasant morning shopping. She was like a little butterfly, flitting from shop to shop. We had lunch in town and then it was time to get back on the limo. I must say that the Ritz Carlton was first class all the way.




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Marla had gathered several treasures on our shopping trip and she spent some time modeling them for me. She had exquisite taste. I didn't see a single thing that wasn't really nice. When the final piece was modeled, she came to me in her birthday suit. I got into my birthday suit and we tried to rock our end of the island. 

Later, I lay beside her sated and happy. She reached for me and I came to her. I couldn't get enough of her. We took a nap in each other's arms. I woke up before she did. I pried her lags apart and gazed at her flower. It was definitely worth worshipping. I couldn't resist. I had to kiss it. I had to lick it. I had to love it. It was mine, the finest thing I possessed. Her legs wrapped around my head and I knew she was awake.

"Did you eat my pussy while I slept?"

"I couldn't help it. All I was going to do was worship it and I got carried away. I love it. I love you."

"Well, don't stop just because I have regained consciousness. You are doing fine. Please keep eating!"

She wriggled around on my tongue as I licked her pussy. She smelled great and tasted great. I played with her hard little nub until she came. I finished by licking her clean.

"You are a truly great pussy eater. I think I'll keep you."

"I want to worship some more," I said as I gave her clit a little nip with my teeth.

"Oh yeah!!! Keep eating! This is too good!"

I spent the next half hour with my head between her legs. She came three or four times. I lost count. Finally I rolled away from her.

She was sweating and twitching. "Are you finished worshipping? I thought you were going to eat me all up! Let's get a shower."

"Wait a few minutes until my legs start working." I whined.

She held me tight and kissed me. Oh, how I loved this honeymoon!

For the next two weeks we did everything honeymooning couples are supposed to do and some things nobody is supposed to do. We may have set a new international intercourse record.

As we were packing for the trip back to Las Vegas she said, "You realize you've turned me into a hopeless nympho, don't you?"

"I guess I have achieved my original goal. I always wanted my own personal nympho."

"You also realize that I am now your slave, don't you?"

"Gee," I replied, "I thought I was your slave. You know I'd take a bullet for you. I have never felt this way about any woman. This is all your fault. I'm the slave!"

"Hmmmm, this could turn out okay. A nympho with a slave! It just gets better and better," she moaned as she hugged me into her. "I can't wait to get back to Las Vegas."

The flights back to Vegas were uneventful. She didn't even try to nail me in the bathroom. The pilot greased the big jet onto the runway at McCarran. We retrieved the car and drove to the Luxor. Luckily, they had a suite open so we checked in.

I scooped her off her feet again and carried her to the bed. We lay there, resting from our two week honeymoon, holding each other, kissing each other, loving each other.

I chuckled softly.

"Why the chuckle?" she asked.

"I just now realized what they really mean by 'retirement benefits!'" I replied.



Retirement Home: Day 01



This story was written very recently for a married homemaker who seems rather frustrated with things at home. Two things she admitted being curious about were big black men and very old men.

You are halfway through your shift just coming off your dinner break. This is your first day on the job and you are still not sure what you're doing here. They put you on the late evening shift because things are slower then and your inevitable mistakes are less likely to be catastrophic. 

It has been a day full of frustration for you. You woke up horny and as usual, hubby was of no use. Karen from next door was out of town, so you couldn't slip through the back gate to her house for relief. 

Having a key to her house, you could have simply let yourself in and made use of her big black jelly dildo complete with life-like veins, but you knew it wouldn't be the same as when she mounts it in her harness and bends you over her sofa to fuck you like a big black field hand. 

You love the way she spanks your bottom now and then as she pumps and nobody pumps with the raw energy Karen puts into it. Being 25, she has hips that will not quit and all she requires in payment is that you orally worship her womanhood properly while talking directly to it. Thanking her pussy for letting you taste the ambrosia of her passion while you work.

None of that happened today of course, and here you are halfway through your shift. This is normally your bedtime, so besides your frazzled sexual state, you are yawning uncontrollably and hoping your new supervisor, Betty doesn't notice. 

Betty isn't noticing anything at the moment because she has retreated into her office to update the shift logs and has instructed you to just make the rounds of the rooms and try not to break anything or wake the residents.

The residents all seem to treat the new girl badly. The women are bitchy and the men are all pawing at you. Both see you as fresh meat for their entertainment.

In the dim hallway, you make your way from darkened room to darkened room until you reach the last one on this wing. Inside, you find the light is on and the resident is up and reading. He is a large black man with the full lips so characteristic of his race. You see the large bulge at the foot of his bed and realize he has very large feet. Momentarily you wonder if the old saying is true about bit feet, big...

Before you can complete the thought, he notices you and puts the book down. His smile charms you right away, and his deep, soothing voice melts you. Unlike the other residents, George treats you like a lady guest. He apologizes for not getting up, but that he is not decent beneath the covers. The two of you fall into easy conversation about the adventures of his youth. 

When the subject of your first day on the job comes up, he notices your frown and probes further. He insists that you tell him what is bothering you.

After a moment, you tell him that all the men in the place are pawing and leering at you and making inappropriate comments. 

George laughs softly and tells you that not one of them could make good on any of the suggestions. In fact, George confesses that even he has trouble with the equipment from time to time although he still gives it a workout daily. When you realize what he is talking about, you blush and George apologizes for crossing the line of decency.

You try to reassure George that you are not offended, just surprised that the equipment he is referring to still works. George shrugs and tells you that the equipment will keep working as long as his memory works.

You go to the door and check the hallway before silently closing the door. Approaching the bed, you place your hand on George's thigh. The feel of his muscles twitching beneath the blanket sends a charge through you. "George," you glance at the door again, "what about if we do each other a favor?" You lean down over his face. "What if you satisfy my curiosity about the story about black men being well endowed, and I can give you a new memory to get you through the long nights."

He says nothing, but his eyes get bigger as your hand glides from his thigh to his crotch where you feel his fleshy cock nestled between his thighs like a snake curled up for a nap.

When he realizes his voice is not coming back any time soon, he nods his head in assent. You pull the blanket back off his body and run your palms over his hairy chest. Your eyes have been locked on his until now, but once you see his still soft cock flesh, you gasp. The thick fleshy cudgel looks more like an instrument of war than pleasure. 

You wrap both of your hands around his limp shaft and squeeze, watching his pee hole open up as his velvety cock head pops up through your fist. Pulling his left leg toward you to spread his legs, you reach your left hand beneath his crotch and heft his scrotum. It feels like a couple of golf balls in a silk purse and there is so much skin, it must swing like a pendulum while he plows into a woman.

You continue to stroke and lick his flesh as it slowly gains girth and length. It stays in the fleshy semi-erect state for a long time. His blood pressure medications keep him from getting an easy erection, but you manage to get it iron hard and compare it to your forearm both in length and girth.

You Look up at him. "George, I don't have much time tonight, so I'm just going to suck your cock if that's OK with you." He seems frozen now, unable to even nod. "Of course, there is just no way I can get this flesh sword into my mouth, so I'm going to suck your cock head while I jack your shaft with both hands." 

You bend over and begin working in earnest. Taking a break after a few minutes to get the cramp out of your jaw, you look up at his dreamy expression. "George, I don't want this to be a one-time thing. I want to come in here every time I get a night shift. I want to learn to take this meat any way you want to give it to me." 

With that, you go back to work and it seems like forever before he erupts and nearly drowns you with his spending blasting into the back of your throat.

Your choking and gagging breaks the mood but when you get your breathing under control again, you bend down and lick his still semi-erect shaft from base to crown all the way around to clean all the leaked semen from him before pulling the blanket back over his body.

You are just tucking the blanket in when Betty enters the room. "There you are. I'm glad you and George are getting along." As the two of you walk down the hall together, she confides in you. "I just can't keep up with George's needs anymore. You can sense that she is winking at you as you feel her hand pat your bottom, but nothing more is said about the situation during shift.

As you drive home that evening, the ache in your bicep muscles tells you that you are going to get into really great shape with this new job.



Retirement Home: Day 02



You arrive at the retirement home for your second evening at work. Your supervisor, Betty seems happy to see you when you enter her office. "Hello again. I'm glad you showed up. So many of our new people don't come back after their first look at this place." 

She stands and comes around to your side of the desk. She is so close, her breasts are almost touching yours through your uniforms. "Is that perfume for George?" Her right hand reaches up to cup your face. "George really loves it when a girl dolls herself up just for him." With a smile, Betty is out of her office and it is all business for most of the shift.

The residents are less hostile toward you this evening and when Betty realizes you are noticing that, she remarks. "They have resigned themselves to not being able to chase you away. Now you are just as boring to them as everything else is in their lives."

With an hour to go on the shift, Betty asks you to help her tuck one of the residents in. Pausing in front of George's door, she presses right against you, cupping your bottom briefly in both her palms as she whispers in your ear. "George is really going to like seeing you again. Do you think your body can take him?"

You kiss her briefly but forcefully on the lips; "You bet I can take him. I've been thinking about this since going home to my pathetic husband the other evening." With that, you push through the door followed closely by Betty.

George is wide awake and reading, but puts the book down and gives you both a huge grin as you enter. "Good evening ladies. It is always so pleasant to have visitors and I especially enjoy visitors as lovely as you two." Holding his arms out as you both approach the bed from opposite sides, he looks from one to the other. "What can I do for you ladies this evening?"

Betty looks across the already tented bedspread at you and asks if you are sure you want this. She warns you that you are going to be walking funny when you go home tonight.

Your answer is to step out of your panties, throw back the blanket and sheet and climb aboard. Sitting on George's thighs and feeling his erection nestled in the cleft of your bottom.

Betty and George both laugh at your eagerness, then Betty leans forward and begins stroking George's immense flesh stalk behind you. Once satisfied with the engorgement, she has you lift up a bit so she can guide his erection into your wetness.

Guiding the head up and down through the impossibly narrow, wet furrow, Betty manages to get your juices covering the entire head before you lose patience and start to sit while scooting your hips backward.

You don't get very far before you start to wonder if, even after childbirth, you'll be able to open yourself sufficiently to accept his endowment. Just when you are ready to call it off for fear of tearing your inner walls, the head slips in an inch. It surprises you that you actually felt when the crown of his cock had entered you. The stretching had increased the sensitivity of your most sensitive skin to the point that you are feeling the veins along his shaft, pulsing with every heart beat.

Your hips continue to settle slowly downward until you meet another obstacle. That velvety sweet cock head you had nursed on just the other night, was now pressing quite firmly against your cervix. The cramping you felt when you realized that you are not all the way down, sent a second shiver of panic through your body. As you poised there, wondering how to explain why you are going to have to back out, there was a feeling of muscle giving way. Relaxing rather than tearing as you had feared. 

After several minutes of effort, an audible sigh escapes all three of you as your bottom settles onto George's thighs. His cock has managed to completely fill your womanhood. His girth possesses you like none other and his length is pressing firmly at the entrance of your womb. Your poor cervix is cramping in an effort to keep the intruder at bay, but you smile because you realize that he isn't going any deeper. He is fully embedded.

Betty slips her right hand down your tummy until her fingertips are exploring the point where your bodies are fused together. As her fingertips teasingly circle your clit, she comments on how fully stretched your lips feel as George's shaft pulses deep inside your body.

Her left hand slides downward through your bottom crack to gently tease your little anal grommet. She comments on how tight it is with your pussy barely accommodating George's girth.

All George can do is groan without risking a climax right now.

Seeing the problem in the strained look on George's face, Betty stops playing with you for the moment and addresses both of you. "Well, I just hate to be left out of the party." She slips out of her panties and waves them under your nose. "See how turned on it makes me to see you two having so much fun?"

Betty climbs up on the bed in front of you so you are facing each other. Her furry crotch settles onto George's mouth, drowning out what he was trying to say. You know it wasn't a complaint from he way that his hips have begun gyrating to work his meat slightly in and out of you. Your cervix is straining under the pressure of his length and his girth is making it difficult for you to catch your breath.

Betty smiles at you and reaches over to open your uniform blouse and lift your breasts from the bra so she can nibble and suck on them while you both enjoy the ride.

Your hips grind back and forth. Your legs flex to lift your womanhood off his impaling member before dropping back down to force it back inside. Slowly at first, because your body is feeling some pain from this superman. Momentum builds as your passion grows from glowing embers to white hot forest fire. 

Having started out suckling and nursing on your nipples, Betty is now biting and chewing on them as she moans at the treatment she is receiving at the end of George's tongue. 

George, is so deep inside the experience that neither of you is certain whether he is moaning from pleasure or pain, but his arms are easily strong enough to lift you both if it comes to that. His voice is garbled as he licks and kisses, trying not to drown in Betty's passion as it flows freely from her body.

When you feel George go stiff all over, the forest fire of passion in your body turns into a volcano erupting white hot lava. A lava that seems to bathe your entire womb. You continue to grind and bounce on George as you feel pulse after pulse of his essence flooding your body. Your greed drives you to want all of it as your velvet walls stroke and draw it upward from him.

Finally reaching sensory overload, you collapse forward into Betty's still covered breasts. When you begin to recover your senses, you are aware of two things. The first being that your nipples feel like they were chewed up by puppies. The second being that you are still sitting on George's cock.

His cock is no longer stiff as an iron rod, but you can feel his softer, fleshy girth still filling you pleasantly. As you shift, you feel the sloshing and realize that George is so well endowed that even when soft, there simply isn't enough room for his passion to leak out of your body.

You mention this to Betty who smiles. "I hope you're going to share it with me then. There's nothing I like more than a big bowl of man cream." Winking at you. "Unless it is man cream frosted with girl cum."

Betty gently pushes you backward so you are laying back with your head between George's feet. George's meat is still trapped inside. You feel her lips and tongue on your inner thighs as she dabs up everything she finds with her nimble tongue. 

George reaches down and lifts your hips a couple of inches and you feel his wet shaft slip out of you and flop against your limp and sated gape. 

Almost immediately, you feel Betty's tongue reaching all around the head of George's cock before dipping inside you to lap at you like a bowl of cream. You giggle to yourself when you realize that is pretty much what you are. A bowl of cream.

At the end of the shift, you are in Betty's office. "Betty, are all evenings like this one?" 

Betty laughs out loud. "No sweetie. If they were, we wouldn't last long." Betty wraps her arms around you and pulls you close. "It will happen as often as you like though." With a kiss and a pat on the bottom, Betty sends you home.



Retirement Home Gangbang



This story was written by request of a readers fantasy. 

*

My name is Keena and I work the evening shift at a retirement home. It was just like any other day, I got ready for work in my white shoes, stockings and nurses smock. I headed off to work like any other day except that this was my last day to work there. I was going to be moving and changing jobs. When I arrived there wasn't anything new going on it was the same old routine. I began making my rounds checking to see if anyone needed anything and that people were taking their pills and such. When I got to the TV room there were four men sitting playing cards.

"How are you gentlemen doing today?" they all kind of grumbled and said they were OK.

"It's my birthday today. I'm sixty-three years old." said one of the men.

"Well Happy Birthday to you."

"Yeah some birthday. I wanted a stripper to come but they won't let me have one." the other men chimed in with their disappointment.

"Well I'm sure it's against policy to have that done."

"But I'm sixty-three years old and I want a lap dance for my birthday. How about you? You have a nice round ass and big tits." the other men all agreed with him.

"I can't be going around giving lap dances for you men. You all too old for me anyway. You wouldn't have the energy to keep up with me."

A few of the men opened their pants and pulled out their already hard cocks. 'We sure do know what to do with you. We all still have fire in the furnace."

"You men need to behave and put those things away before I report you all." Although some of them had very nice cocks.

They replied with. "You're just afraid you couldn't handle all of us."

I just shook my head and walked out of the room. I went back to the nurses station and starting doing some work but I couldn't stop thinking about all those hard cocks. After a while the rest of the staff had left for the day except the other nurse who was stationed on the top floor. I couldn't seem to do my work, my pussy kept tingling and I kept thinking about their cocks. I walked back over by the room they were in and they were all still sitting there playing cards. 

Then I got to thinking to myself. No one else was here that would catch me if I did anything, even if these men tried to brag about it who would believe them, this was the last day I be working here so what would it matter and I couldn't get the sight of their cocks out of my mind and wanted to get fucked. So I went to the bathroom and took off my panties and bra, fixed my nurses smock and went to do my rounds to see who else might be up or wandering around. Everyone else on my floor were either sleeping or settled in for the night. Once I was sure that it was safe I went back to the TV room and they were all still sitting playing cards.

I took a deep breath and walked into the room. "Are you guys still playing cards?"

"Yes and I'm not going to bed until I get my birthday lap dance." the other men all laughed and agreed.

"Fine. I'll tell you what. I'll give you a lap dance then you all have to go back to your rooms. OK?"

They all agreed and placed one chair in the middle of the room and the others facing it so they could watch. I turned the radio on low and started swaying in front of the birthday boy. They were all whistling, cheering and urging me to take off my clothes. 

"You boys need to be more quiet or I'll stop dancing."

"Well it isn't a lap dance if you got your clothes on yet we all want to see some skin." The other men all agreed with him.

I looked around at them all and could see that they all had hard ons. I took a deep breath and decided to go for it. "Is this what all you men want to see?" I opened my nurses smock and let it drop to the floor revealing to them my big tits, round butt, shaved pussy and white stockings.

They all stood up and started grabbing at my body. I could feel hands grabbing my big tits, others were grabbing my round ass and one hand slid between my legs and was rubbing my pussy. I didn't move I just stood there enjoying all the attention. Then I felt two cocks being pushed into me hands and I began stroking them. The guy rubbing my pussy slid a finger inside me and the guy behind me spread me the cheeks of my round butt and squeezed his cock in between them.

The guy behind started pulling me backwards "Come and sit that round ass of yours on my cock."

I moved back as he sat down and straddled him letting him stuff his cock into my pussy. I kept jerking the other two off and the guy fingering my pussy spread my legs and pushed his cock into my pussy along with the guy I was sitting on. It felt like a huge cock fucking me as they thrust their cocks in me at the same time. I began alternating between the other two cocks sucking and licking moaning as my body was used by these old men.

I was riding the tow cocks inside me hard loving the feel when one of them shot his hot cum in me and shortly after that the other guy let go of his load. I could feel my pussy filled with all that cum dripping out of me. Their cocks got soft and I stood up when the other two that I was jerking off pulled me towards the couch. They laid me down and one straddled my chest and started fucking my big tits while the other spread my legs and shoved his cock into my cum filled hole. The two that had just fucked me came over and took turns pushing their cocks into my face for me to lick them clean.

I had just finished licking the second guys cock clean when I was close to my second orgasm. The guy fucking my tits shot his cum over my chest and face then moved up to have me lick him clean. While I was finishing him off the last guy thrust his cock hard into me and I felt more cum filling my pussy. Once his cock stopped jerking inside me and he finished cumming he too came to let me lick him clean. They all were sitting around looking at me laying on the couch catching their breaths while my body was still shaking.

"So you boys thought I couldn't handle a few old men did you?" and smiled at them.

"You should did handle us. I haven't had a good fuck like that in a long time." said the birthday boy.

The others agreed and started getting dressed. I grabbed my nurses smock and got dressed myself. I could feel the cum running down my inner thighs and needed to go clean up. I told them all. "Alright now that you all had your fun it's time to go back to your rooms." and I waved goodnight to them and headed to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up and put my panties and bra back on and got back to work. I thought to myself that it was a pretty nice going away present and wondered what my next job would have in store for me.

I hope you enjoyed this story. Once again it was a fantasy one of my readers had that ask me to write it for her.



Retirement Home Sex



I have had a thing for older women since I was a small child, even when I was really young I remember getting extra dirty just so my babysitter would give me baths. Nothing was beyond my young imagination to get naked in front of them, or have them touch me. I never outgrew that stage, in fact I would think it had the opposite effect, I become even more 

obsessed with older women. So much so that I even Volunteered my time at Retirement Villages, until I became of age to get full time work at one. After a few years I worked my way into to management.

I met quite a few of the older ladies daughters there and had more than a few affairs with some of them. I was always extra nice to the old women at the homes just to get in good with the daughters who were still a good 20 years or more older than I was. And I was not above using any ploy to get some pussy from them. Grief always worked well, hit em and get em while they are down is a favorite saying of mine. You would be surprised at how many older women are looking for sex with a younger man with no strings, just pure unadulterated wild sex.

Many having been in tired marriages for years, yearned for the attentions of a good looking younger man who said the right things at the right times. Someone who knew the pain they were going through and had a good heart, or so they thought. Let them think what they wanted, I got more than my fair share of pussy, and not ugly ass women either. Not all are beautiful, but these days the women take better care of themselves, and many are even finer than younger women.

I have had women from the homes from the age of 35 to 74 and none were a disappointment to me. If I got paid for the sex I got, I could retire from working. But then I wouldn't have all the fun I have.

Some of my most memorable experiences have been at work believe it or not, there is nothing like taking advantage of a women during a hard time with the loss of a loved ones memory or motor skills and having to move them to a home, or come to visit them and they don't know who you are day to day. Sure it sounds sick or mean, but they don't do anything they don't want to or need to. So don't be mad at me for knowing a good thing and taking advantage of it. At least we all know it isn't love or one another using each other for more than sex. It is a Win-Win situation for us both, I get pussy and they get to feel needed and wanted for awhile.

One in particular that sticks out in my mind is Mrs. Jarrell, She is 57 years old with salt and pepper hair, a nice body even though she is a little larger. She is one hot fuck for an older woman, and has no inhibitions at all when it comes to sex. I love to suck and bite her large nipples, almost as much as she loves me to do it. She sometimes comes to the home just to fuck and not visit her mother. I never turn her down, She can suck a cock like no ones business and loves to take it in the ass, most women like it slow and easy when getting fucked in the ass, but not her. She wants it fast and hard, She likes to feel the pain and I don't mind giving it to her the way she wants it.

She always wears the sexiest under garments for a woman her age, matching colors and very sheer. And she doesn't shave or trim her pussy hair. You could make a good warm winter blanket from all the pubic hair that woman has. 

And she squirts when she comes, every time! She makes love to my cock when she sucks me off, and I love to titty fuck her huge tits. Her large nipples are made for pinching and pulling, she even loves for me to slap them. One of these 

days we need to meet in a hotel for a night out and just go wild, until then I will take her anywhere I can get her.

I remember the first time we ever had sex, she came into my office upset about the treatment she thought her Mother should be getting. (And she was getting it, Like Mother, Like Daughter I hoped!) I had already gotten a couple of blow jobs 

from her Mother. What can I say" When I walk into a old woman's room and she takes me for her husband because she can't remember who I am, can I help it if I talk them into fucking or sucking me off? And believe me there is nothing 

better than a head job from a woman who has no teeth. Ruffles aren't the only thing that has ridges!

I did my best to explain how we treated all of our residents and her Mother was no exception to our rules. Mrs. Jarrell finally calmed down and apologized for her intrusion and confusion of the entire situation. Then she broke down crying. My perfect opening I thought to myself. I went to her side and gave her a tissue for her tears, and comforted her. Always talking in a smooth monotone voice, the most relaxing voice I have, as I put my arm around her shoulder and let her get her pain out.

"I feel like such a fool." She told me, "I have so many things going on in my life right now and with Mother in the shape she is in now, it just overwhelmed me. I'm so sorry."

"That is why I am here Mrs. Jarrell, You take all the time you

need to compose yourself. We take wonderful care of all our guests, your Mother could not be in better or caring hands." I gave her shoulder a soft squeeze as I spoke to her.

She looked up at me, her blue eyes brimming with tears and mine dropped to the valley between her large breasts. She caught me staring and suddenly smiled, she knew I liked what I saw, and she seemed to enjoy me looking. Since I was standing next to her, her face was at my crotch level, Mrs. Darrell looked directly at my cock and her hand reached out and touched me. I usually have to make the first move, but she knew what she needed today, it was not an arm around her shoulder, it was a hard cock between her legs.

I watched as she unzipped my pants, then worked my now hardening cock out. I felt her warm fingers as they wrapped around my cock and she jerked it off a few minutes before she put it in her hot mouth. I was glad I had a standing rule,

No one, under no circumstances, came in my office without being announced first. So I knew we would not be disturbed as I watched her red lipstick leave circles on my cock. She knew how to please a man with her mouth, that is usually

a good sign they know how to fuck like a whore too.

She drug her teeth over the head of my cock as she pulled her mouth free and then resumed her oral manipulations, her hands were busy also as she pulled on my skin and balls. Mrs. Jarrell obviously enjoyed sucking cock from the noises she made as it hit the back of her throat, the vibrations of it sending waves of pleasure through my lower extremities.

She then stood up and removed her light dress, exposing her sexy under garments, a sheer corset along with the garters and hosiery she wore, the thick salt and peppered pubes shoving out the sides of her thin panties along her inner thighs about 3"s down her legs. She slowed only a moment as she removed her panties then stood over me as I sat on my couch and lowered her eager vagina down on

my now throbbing and spit slick cock.

Her hands held me and aimed it right to her sweet honey spot as she lowered herself down on me. Her eyes closed in sweet ecstacy as she filled her warm cavity with my cock.

"Oh yes, you feel so good inside me. Ahh, yeah baby, fill me up with your beautiful cock." She mumbled as her hips started working up and down on me. She was already exceptionally wet and had no trouble getting me inside her with one downward shove.

I grabbed two hand fulls of soft breast and pulled them towards me as she began to move quicker on my hard cock. I gave each thick tipped nipple a hard squeeze and she gasped from the pressure I applied to them. Her hands went to my shoulders and held herself steady as she worked her inner muscles on me, her neatly cared for hair dropping on my face and her perfume filled my nostrils as she ground her hips on my crotch. Her clit rubbing my pubic hair with each stroke she made, her eyes closed as she felt me fill her vaginal cavity with my thick penis. I let her do the work 

since it seemed she knew what she needed to climax, 

Mrs. Jarrells hand dropped to her pussy and she manipulated her clit between her fingertips, her breath coming in shallow puffs as she got closer to her orgasm and her head fell on my shoulder. I felt the hot breath as it hit my neck and then her tongue as it ran down my neck to my shoulder, her lips nibbling on me as she fucked me faster 

to bring her orgasm to the edge before slowing down to tease herself.

I was deeply enjoying her sexual experience and the way her pussy gripped the end of my dick as she pulled nearly out off me. With one final hard shove she rammed her pussy down on me and came, she sat on me, her pussy quivering as she came, her muscles working my cock. I let her have her orgasm and held my own back, I wanted more than what I had received so far. And knew she would want to give it to

me as soon as she caught her second wind.

I wasn't wrong, she regained her composure and raised off me then looked at my cock as it still throbbed in its own desire to come. I put my hand on the back of her neck and gave her a slight bit of pressure in the right direction. She took the hint and my cock in her mouth, her mouth working its magic on me, and her hand assisting me to feel the most out of this I could.

I knew I was fixing to come, I let her know and she stopped sucking me then looked up at me with a wicked smile, then resumed sucking my cock. I shot a thick load into her hot mouth as she swallowed me down again. She kept sucking until I had stopped jerking in her mouth then she stood up and dressed, as if this was an every day occurrence

for her. Just the way I liked it, fast hard fucking then no regrets and no Bull Shit.

As I walked her to the front door, the staff watched as I shook her hand goodbye and she thanked me for my kindness and understanding about her concern for her Mother's

welfare here. Then she turned and walked away, you could never tell she had just been fucked like a whore or sucked me off twice. Yeah, She has class!

Another memorable woman is Ms. Addison, a woman of 47, married 22 years and her Father was a resident at our Home for 9 years before passing away. She never wanted penetration, she was more into masturbation and oral sex. She loved to watch me as I spurt my thick load in her hands, then lick them clean sexily as I watched her slutty 

behavior with a twinkle in her eyes.

And she could jack a man off like a Pro, She made me come so fast at times, I was in shock as it happened. But she never complained nor did I, and I liked the way she kept 

her pubic hair trimmed neat and short, her darker outer pussy lips showing the glistening dew as I leaned down to lick it off them.

Her short stubby clit, was always eager for my tongue to caress it tenderly, or have my tongue slide in deeply between the pretty pussy lips and taste her flowing nectar as she ground my face on her wetness. Mrs. Addison was the first woman that ever deep throated me, not a beautiful woman, but most definitely a beautiful blow job. I was sorry

her dad passed knowing I would not see her again. The way she worked her mouth should be patented, no other woman had ever done the things to me with their mouths that Mrs. Addison did.

Just the feeling of her swallowing as my cock was stuck down her hot throat was worth the price of admission alone. And to hear her as she came just from sucking my cock, I

never knew it could turn a woman on so much, when she sucked me, she would not even have to touch herself and she came, some times more than once as she sucked me off.

She always thanked me for the pleasure we both received during her visits, even thought it should have been me thanking her for the extreme pleasure I had received from her talented mouth! I would miss her a lot.

Mrs. King, now this one was something else, we actually did meet many times at a Hotel on the weekends, her husband didn't seem to care what she did, and being married for 37 years, I could understand that. She was nearing 60 years old and one horny older woman, she never got enough of anything we tried. And we tried a lot! Succeeded at most of it too.

The first time I remember meeting her was the day after her Mother had a stroke, she came in terribly upset ,close to a breakdown in fact. Her shoulders shook as I explained the best I could what had happened and where we had sent her Mother for emergency care. I helped her to her car and as she sat in her dress flew up in a stiff breeze, her panties showed all her glory, and it took a minute before she actually made an attempt to cover herself back up.

I never missed a beat as I stared at her thick legs, slightly open, her white panties showing her trimmed bush. I squatted down beside her as if to comfort her, when in actuality, I was just getting a closer view. Her eyes stayed glued to her steering wheel as I talked about nothing, just trying to calm her down.

Seeing she was really upset I took the hem of her skirt and pulled it down over her legs, and left my hand on her thigh. I gave it a slight squeeze and said I should go back inside. She thanked me and drove off. I wasn't sure if I had done the right thing with her, but it was too late now.

A couple of days later Mrs. King showed up at my office, I welcomed her inside and showed her to my couch, asking if she needed any refreshments then sat beside her at a comfortable distance. 

"I came in to thank you for what you did for my Mother, Her Dr. Says she should be able to return here within the month if all goes well." She said, her eyes on the floor.

"Well Mrs. King, that is our job here, and we do take it seriously. We want all of our residents to live a long comfortable life in our care." 

"Glenda, Please call me Glenda." She told me.

"Well if you insist then Glenda it is." and I smiled at her, her eyes lifted and a smile crossed her lips as she did. "Is there anything I can do for you today Glenda?"

When I said that her eyes returned to the floor, as if she was ashamed to ask. "You can ask me anything Glenda, I don't mind. In fact I prefer honesty, so if there is something about your Mothers care or anything you want to know, then please just ask me."

"Well, they other day, uh when you walked me to my car, and uh, well when you pulled my dress down. I thought I felt you squeeze my leg as you did. And now, uh, well I was wondering why you did."

"Ahhh! I see, well Glenda, Your dress was well above societies acceptable level, and I saw that your mind was on your Mother, If I squeezed your leg, please don't take my intentions wrong." I knew I had fucked up, I thought to myself.

"Oh, I uh, I thought, well, I had hoped it was more than that. I know it's a foolish thought, You being a young man and I'm sure your wife is beautiful. I just had a flashing thought pass through is all." She looked at the floor again.

"Well Glenda, for one, I am not married, and two, I would like to hear your thought."

"Oh I couldn't tell you, it's the thought of a foolish woman."

"Please tell me Glenda." I said as I took her chin in my hand and forced her to look at me.

"I thought perhaps, that I had uh, well I was hoping that seeing me like that, and I know the view you had, well, I thought perhaps that I had excited you in a sexual way. I'm sorry, I should have never came here today." And she rose to leave.

"Glenda, sit down." I told her, "In fact, you did excite me, looking at your thighs and your panties did excite me. It would have excited any man."

A smile came across her face as her eyes brightened. I could tell she was desperate for some sort of acknowledgment of any sort. So I placed my hand on her knee once again, this time with her full knowledge of what I was doing. Glenda leaned over and kissed me as my hand slid up under her dress, I reached her panties and slid them to one side, then inserted my finger between her full pussy lips.

She sighed deeply as her hips pushed forward to accept my intruding finger, I felt her legs open wider to give me free access to her. As I finger fucked her hot hole her fingers went to my hard on, and she expertly unzipped my pants then I watched as her head lowered into my lap. I felt her hot breath as it sifted around my cock and balls as they came into view and the open air. 

Glenda tentatively kissed my cock's head then licked my pee hole before engulfing it between her hot lips. Once she got going she was one hot cock sucking older woman, I could not understand her husband not taking advantage of it, but so much the better for me I thought as I fucked her face. I reached her breast and gave it a hard squeeze, very nice tits I thought as her mouth worked over my hard on and her hand jerks on it.

I let her suck me a few minutes then laid her on her back on the couch, I slid her panties down and put them in my pocket. I dove right into her gash, driving my tongue deep into her before she had a chance to think about it. Man she smelled sweet, and tasted so good as Licked her from her clit to her asshole. She almost jumped off the couch when I stuck my tongue in her ass, then her hands forced my face in deep as I could get.

I looked up and saw her hand go to her pussy as she began to rub it furiously. I could feel her legs tighten on my head and knew it would only be a moment before she came. I stopped licking her and she cried out "No, Don't stop. Please don't stop yet."

I ignored her and rose up to stick my cock in her waiting pussy, She took my dick in her hand and guided me inside her hot pussy. I held nothing back as I filled her with one shove, her eyes rolled back in her head as she opened her legs even further to give me room. I didn't need her help since my hands were on her knees holding them wide so I could watch my cock as it slid inside her then watch as her pussy lips clung to it as I pulled back out. I told her to play with her pussy, which she did, and began to fuck her in earnest, seeing her tits bounce as she humped me on my couch.

Her head rolling side to side as she came, and then came again. I loved to watch her face when she came, it was like she had fallen in love with the thought of fucking just for sex, not love, but only lust. Her finger worked on her clit as I fucked her hard and fast, I felt I was going to cum soon and told her.

"Now Glenda, fuck me hard Now! I want to cum in your face Glenda, I want you to suck it when I cum."

"Yes, come for me, give me all of it, fuck my mouth when you cum, let me suck it out." Her face flushed with the excitement of the thought of being such a nasty whore for me. I felt it cumming and stood up, Glenda never hesitated as she took all of my cock deep inside her hot ready mouth. Her hand and face worked in unison as I pumped my thick load in her face. I watched as she swallowed every thick drop of my spunk.

My knees got weak so I held the top of her head as I felt the last of my spasms and she sucked it harder to not miss one drop of it. When she had finished sucking it. She took it lovingly in her hand and kissed it all over, murmuring to it as if it heard her words. Her hand squeezed out one last drop and I watched as her tongue took it and smeared t on the head of my dick then took it once again in her hot mouth and sucked it clean for me.

She stood up then gave me a light kiss and said she should go now. I zipped up and walked her to her car, when we got to it, she wrote down her cell phone # and told me to call her at anytime day or night, she would meet me.

I asked about her husband, she just smiled and said, "I can always say Mom needs me there, he never want's to go with me, and I can stay as long as I want."

I was standing by her car window and her hand slid out then grabbed my cock, gave it a light squeeze, smiled at me and drove off. I was not going to lose that number!




Retirement Home Sex



Authors Note:

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. It was only written for, You the Reader and my own enjoyment only! 

I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not!

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Retirement House



© 2001 by Mike Yevchekov

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Today has been another day in paradise for Mike and Jennifer. Fall is the perfect time to be on the island. The temperature as well as the humidity drops. The days are shorter but very comfortable. This is the time of year where one can open up the house to the ocean breeze. 

Mike purchased the house three years before he met Jennifer. Visiting the island was the only vacation he enjoyed. The island is only five miles long with 2/3 of it being a state preserve. One of the charms of the island is the fact that there are no roads, no cars, no traffic, and very few people. Sure, most of the houses are filled with vacationers. They come for a week or two and then go home.

Since their house is build on stilts there is a perfect cool breeze at night. Even though they are in Florida the height helps keep the mosquitoes and no-see-'em's to a minimum. Mike sits outside on their deck. Their house is on the south side of the island, which happens to be the highest point. 

He takes a puff from his cigar and remembers a catalog that he was looking earlier. He things it was a catalog from Dream Dresser. The outfits and models look so sexy and erotic. He wonders how to get Jennifer to dress in like? What would they do once she was dressed like that? Well, I could blind fold her and use food on her body. Something like "9 ½ weeks". He remembers a night mask that he received for free. He can't remember why, but it didn't matter. He could use this to blindfold her to help keep her in suspense.

Mike sips his wine while he thinks back to what he can do to spice things up. This can be fun. I wonder if she will enjoy this? We have never played or acted out before. However, she does have a little submissive streak in her. Maybe this will spark something in her. A little light bondage might be what they need to spice things up. What to tie her arms and lets with? I don't want to use something like rope or twin. That would be too rough. I could use her hose or stockings. Soft and she will not feel captured. I can tie one end to the bedpost and the other to her. This sounds like fun.

Worried about his breath will smell Mike puts the cigar out and saves it for another day. He makes his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Tonight has to be perfect.

Jennifer is reading a book in the great room. He wakes past her and takes care of his hygiene. Then he walks into the bedroom and grabs her pantyhose. He uses one pair at each of the four bedposts. He tucks the one leg under the bed to make sure that Jennifer does not see them. He wants this to be a surprise. After taking care of all the details Mike returns to the great room. He sits down close to Jennifer and starts to watch TV. Anxiously waiting for her to become sleepy.

Jennifer finishes her wine and heads to the bedroom. 

Mike looks over to her, "Night honey."

"Are you going to join me?"

"In a minute."

"'K, good night just in case I fall asleep before you come in."

"Love ya."

"Love you too."

Mike walks over to the bed and crawls under the covers. He's not sure if she is sleeping so he tries his best not to wake her. She looks so peaceful all snuggled in her warm comforter. He remembers a fantasy that she once told him. To walk into their house after work one day, a burglar is in the house. As she sets her purse down he grabs her, take her to the bedroom and ties her up. He uses her body and there is nothing she can do. Man I really want to tie her up and make her my sexual prisoner. To have her surrender herself to me, so that she can't move and I have free reign over her body. This will be erotic. 

"Hello stud." She whispers to him.

"I thought that you were sleeping, but I'm glad that you are awake."

"Almost, but I wanted to wait for you."

"Oh really?"

"Snuggle with me."

Like a kid in a candy store he moves next to her firm body. She's wearing her normal t-shirt with her sexy nipples at attention. She accepts him and they move together and start to spoon. Their bodies wrap around each other and their friction starts heat things up. Mike can tell what she wants. He is not ready to take her.

"Make love to me." She whispers.

He's not in the mood for love; he wants something a little kinkier tonight. "Not yet." He grabs her hands with force and moves them above her head. 

"Oh." She moans. Something ignites in her. Mike has never been forceful with her before. Even though he just started with her, she likes it. "Take me."

His fingers move down her body, lightly touching her. The excitement in her belly starts to grow, waiting for him to touch her. He lifts her t-shirt up exposing her body. Exposing her silky smooth flesh. As the bottom of her breasts are exposed he slows down, tighten the shirt against her rubbing the shirt against her, teasing her nipples. Her hips start to move involuntary telling him that she is ready for him. 

She tries to reaches down but he stops her. "Dam you, fuck me now you bastard." 

"When I am ready. He flips her over hard and slaps her panty-covered ass. "You are mine and you will do what I say. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good girl. Tonight you are mine." Mike slips the blindfold over her eyes. She moves her hands back down to her side. Her fingers dig into the bed sheets.

His fingers clutch her shirt pulling it tight against her. He uses her shirt to restrain her hands. Mike realizes that she wants to play a little and rips the shirt over her head. She gasps at his force. Using the shirt as a restraint he keeps her hands above her head. His fingers move towards her hard nipples and pinches them. "Don't move your hands again, or you will be punished." 

He pushes her hands above her head. Trying not to alarm her Mike reaches down and takes hold of the pantyhose. He ties her left arm. Jennifer moans, as she knows what he is doing. She is surprised and becomes very aroused to his taking control. Next, Mike ties her other arm. Her arms are tied above her head in a spread eagle fashion.

Her body arches as he pinches her nipples. She accepts him unable to see him. Jennifer's hips rock humping the air waiting to accept him deep in her.

His fingers dig into her body. Touching her flesh wherever he wants as hard as he wants. Her nipples are hard. He reaches over and grabs a new nipple clamp. He opens the clamp and puts it on her left nipple. A low deep moan escapes her lips as the cold steel digs into her sensitive flesh. Slowly he moves his hands down her side to her pussy. His fingers touch her wet lips. He cups her sex holding her over heated pussy. He tries his best to hold her as her hips move.

"Make me cum." In a soft voice Jennifer says. "Feel how wet you make me?"

His fingers move lightly over her clit down to her wet pussy. His fingers glisten with her wetness. Teasingly he middle finger enters her. The fingertip presses against her hot walls until his knuckle touches her entrance. Then he pulls his finger out. Her lips open like a ripe flower waiting to be pollinated. Some of her love juice covers her blood-engorged clit. He starts to work small circles around her pleasure button.

He moves his fingers to her lips. "Lick my fingers, make them wet." His fingers move into her mouth and she starts to suck on them. "Can you taste yourself?"

She moans.

She uses her hips to force his fingers to her clit. She tries her best to make him touch her. Her moans become louder and she searches for him. When her clit finds his fingers she cries in pleasure. "Make me cum!" She starts to demand.

"Not yet."

"You fucking asshole, MAKE ME CUM!"

"Be quiet or you will be punished."

"I don't care. Fuck me now! Give me what I need!"

Now would be a perfect time to pour some wax on her body, Mike thinks but I can do that next time. His fingers lightly touch her body. He watches as she arches her back pushing her chest out with her hard nipples that are demanding and begging for attention. He focuses his attention on her nipples. Making wide circles around her nipples making sure not to touch them. His circles become smaller and smaller until his fingers start to touch her areolas. 

Jennifer is panting. His teasing has pushed her over the edge. She finds comfort knowing that he can't see her eyes. She feels embarrassed with her arousal that is making the bed wet under her. 

He moves on top of her between her legs, forcing her body deeper into the bed. "You are now my little slut." His cock moves over her craving opening. "I will take you when whenever I want. Do you understand?"

She moans in approval. 

With a thrust of his hips his cock glides in, separating her lips until the head reaches her clit. He starts to masturbate her with the head of his cock. Her hips move trying to maximize the pleasure he is giving her.

He watches as her body tightness up, arching as her orgasm takes control of her body. With out a work, she starts to convulse as it rips through her body. Starting deep in her belly racing up to hear head. A few beads of sweat appear on her nipples as her craving is satisfied. He holds still waiting for her to come back to earth.

"Use me." She whispers to him.

Mike moves his hips and enters her. He hears her moan as he slowly slides deep into her warm pussy. "I love the way you feel. All hot against me."

"You make me that way."

Her legs wrap around him allowing him deeper access. He starts to increase his speed. Having her tied up and acting like a wanted slut has really turned him on. His ego enjoyed having her reach orgasm. 

"Give it to me, harder."

He starts to pound her. Her legs move back to the bed allowing her to match his hips. She starts to milk his cock with her pussy wanting him to plant his seed deep in her. She loves the feeling of him cumming in her. She knows he is over the edge and wants him. It's an ego boots to know that he is cumming in her. She loves the feeling, watching him as he pushes one last time deep into her. He collapses on her pumping everything into her. She can still feel the twitching of his cock. 

He moves to the side of Jennifer. Reluctantly he releases her hands from the pantyhose. She lifts up the blindfold, then reaches up and kisses Mike.

"I have never felt something so hot before."

"You like it?"

"God yes."

I will have to expand upon this. If she only knew what the Pandora box that you opened. What shall I do with her and to her next week?. 

Together they drift off to sleep.

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Retirement is Good



I have heard so many people complain about my salary when I was working. The fact that our pension fund was able to buy not one but two planets made every politician in five systems read the riot act. I said it when I was working and I say it now. We earned every cent. Its not easy piloting those star ships. You try crawling into the command center of one. Your brain is literally hooked into the mainframe and you get no sleep for weeks at a time as your ship travels from point A to point B. It is a hard and dangerous life. The astronauts of the Twentieth and Twenty first century had it easy compared to us members of the Brotherhood of Interstellar Pilots. 

Yes the pay seems exorbitant to someone in the passenger section of a liner but consider this. Seven out of ten pilots have at least three mental breakdowns from the stress of the job. One errant thought could send your liner into a black hole or a distant sun. I spent most of my trips as a pilot babysitting my co-pilots, keeping them focused and on task. Most of us have years taken off our lives from our service. When you look at it like that you realize how difficult our lives our. But I'm not complaining. I signed up for the adventure, discipline, and yes the paycheck.

The Brotherhood gets most our paycheck and they manage it very well. It is the richest pension plan in the history of mankind. Of course we were going to buy planets with it. We put up with regulation and control our whole lives. As our own bosses on our own planet we can we can live like we always wanted to. It makes recruitment much easier these days. For a retirement like this the bullshit we endure for twenty years is worth it. 

The male pilots bought this one Harrison, the female pilots retire to Jolene. It really should come as no surprise that Harrison looks a lot like Las Vegas. There are also quiet spots for the guys who like sea coasts or communing with nature but the big casino in Harrison City is actually a nice investment. It attracts high rollers from all of the systems. There is no limit and the card games can get quite interesting. It was in the casino that I encountered Paul Mitchell and his slave whom he called Felicia.

Oh you are from one of those "progressive" worlds. Listen slavery solves a great deal of problems. Over your head in debt? Pay your creditors with 10 years of servitude. Its a way out of bone crushing poverty for some and there are folks who are totally fulfilled through the submission of servitude. The institution has made progress. It is NOT what you read in history books.

Anyway I saw Mitchell at the poker table in the grand casino. I recognized him from his many pictures in the gambling periodicals. In retirement I have become the best cardsharp on the planet. Its not that different from piloting a space liner. In a job were the wrong facial expression could send your ship thousands of kilometers off course, pilots develop a natural poker face. Most folks learn to not play us more than once. Paul Mitchell had built up a reputation as the finest gambler on five systems. Like all high rollers he ended up in Harrison city to prove that he was as good as his own reputation would have him believe. But what really caught my eye was the slave he had in tow

She was a stunner, 1.65 meters tall, long brown hair that fell to the middle of her back, long shapely legs, she could not have weighed more than 49.90 kilos. Her face and skin were reminiscent of a porcelain doll. Her eyes were crystal blue and her laugh was melodic. 

Aside from the collar around her neck I did not like the way she was dressed. A slave like that should have her body on display. Mitchell however, dressed her like a nun. She wore a white shoulder baring dress that covered her from just above her bust to just above her knees. The bodice was tight but that was the only concession to her form. She was wearing jewellery and simple shoes, two things considered gauche on the part of a slave owner. Slaves should be simply and provocatively dressed. There only adornment should be their collar. I could tell just by looking at her and how Mitchell deferred to her that Felicia was in charge of the relationship. That bothered me. It was at that moment that I decided that I would win her from Mitchell. Both master and slave deserved a chastening.

I made my way to the table and came up with the entry fee. The rest was easy. As the game progressed I was able to probe Mitchell. He was a skilled player, no question about that. However, he seemed to be caught off guard by the abilities of the retired pilots around the table. Apparently he had dismissed the tales of our poker prowess as so much braggadocio. He was forced to be more conservative in his betting than he had first intended. I lost some hands on purpose to lull him off guard as to my talents. Once Mitchell adjusted his game he and I cleaned out the rest of the table. In the end it was just the two of us and the dealer. Not to mention of course the considerable crowd which had gathered to watch.

Mitchell was talented no doubt about that. I was better. After three hours the pile of chips that had resided on his side of the table had migrated to my side. I knew that Mitchell was in too deep to quit when I lowered the boom.

"Tell you what Mitchell. Lets play for possession of that slave of yours. If you do that I'll return to you all of this luscious cash I have won. I currently don't have a slave but now I have a desire for one."

Mitchell flashed his unctuous smile and said.

"I'll win it all back and I'll keep Felicia she's my good luck charm," 

Ten hands later and the very last chip Mitchell owned was now my property

"How are you going to get home Mitchell? I've got your last farthing. This place does not spot gamblers chips so how are you going to get another game up? Here's the deal. One hand for possession of your slave. Winner gets the girl. Loser gets all the cash.

I had Mitchell between a rock and a hard place. Because he misjudged my abilities he had over bet and lost his entire stake. His only asset left was his slave. The money was his only salvation. I had to hope that his love for cash was greater than his love for his slave. One did not want to be penniless on Harrison. We have rather tough vagrancy laws. The cashless are incarcerated and sent off world. The only exceptions are pensioners and slaves. For Mitchell the embarrassment of being deported would ruin his reputation. In the end he valued his reputation more than he valued Felicia.

Mitchell agreed to my terms and I heard Felicia gasp.

The last hand was one of the most miraculous of life, a royal flush.

Mitchell was crestfallen and Felicia began weeping. Mitchell perked up a bit when he saw the chips pushed to his side of the table. He had made more tonight than he probably had on his last three worlds. I suppose that was some sort of consolation.

The slave smith was summoned. (The casino keeps one on staff). He came forward with the registry key and attached it to Felicia's collar. She was crying copious tears by now. I pressed my thumbprint into the registry key and it took a scan of my retinas. That was all there was to it. The registry key transmitted a signal to slave central transferring ownership of Felicia to me and terminating Mitchell's possession.

I strode up to Felicia and said. "Come slave."

The girl got a hold of herself and asked "Can I at least kiss my master goodbye?"

"I am your master. Mitchell has no claim on you. He is no longer your master He does not merit a kiss from you. Now come."

Mitchell looked very sad and quite wistful as I led his good luck charm out of the casino. A few moments later we were in a cab headed for my house. I began to inform her of her new life.

"You will call me Master, You no longer have a name. The name Mitchell gave you is not one you will not be permitted to keep. I will rename you in week or two, until then you will respond to slave or woman. The clothing that you wear belongs to Mitchell. Legally I MUST return it to him. That was not done in the casino strictly for your benefit and the benefit of your old master. I am under no obligation to clothe you although public nudity of slaves is frowned upon. It is not however illegal. You may speak only when spoken to or in answer to your master's questions. Legally I could punish you for speaking out of turn in the casino. Is there anything you want to say?"

My slave sniffed and choked back her sobs.

"Please be gentle with me master. Please do not expose me to the world. For as long as I have been a slave only my master has seen my naked form and I have been a slave for a long time."

"Woman those rules went with your old life. Mitchell has spoiled you and allowed you to behave in a way that is unbecoming for a slave. I will be retraining you part of that retraining WILL include sharing you with my friends."

My slave began a new round of tears

Presently the cab pulled up in front of my house. I grasped my slave's collar and led her into my living room. My house is not large. I don't need a big place I like the single life to much to have ever married there are five rooms. Two bedrooms with attached full bathrooms, a living room, a dining room and a kitchen, There is also an attic and a basement. 

"Now slave," I said after I turned the lights on, "I am going to strip you now. Your clothing and jewellery will be boxed up and returned to Mitchell. After that I will be bathing you. You are not permitted to dress yourself or undress yourself. You may not bathe yourself nor relieve yourself without permission."

I bent down and took off each of her shoes in turn. I discovered that her toenails as well as her fingernails had been coated with white lacquer. I could not believe the luxuries Mitchell permitted her. On Harrison only free women could paint their nails. I would replace the shoes with some simple sandals as usual for a slave. 

Mitchell had allowed her to wear a ring and a bracelet. She was loathe to give them up but she allowed me to remove them. From each lobe I removed a total of four gold studs. I gathered a box from the living rom and placed in her shoes and jewellery. It was time for the final unveiling. I stood behind her and unzipped the dress. I was astounded to discover underwear! Mitchell had made a wife out of his slave! The dress fell to the floor and I had her step out of it. Her legs were fabulous, long and shapely all the way up to her ass. I unhooked the white lacy bra and saw her amazing breasts emerge into the light. Her tits were fantastic. Neither too large or too small they were mounted with light brown areola and sharp pink nipples. Last of all I slid off her white panties. Mitchell had allowed her to keep her bush. It was sparsely thatched but it should not have been there at all. Slaves are normally kept hairless. The fact that Mitchell had allowed her to keep hers showed how much control she had over the relationship.

After neatly packing the clothing and accessories into the box I addressed it to Mitchell care of the grand casino. I weighed it and put the proper postage on the box. I set the box on the front step and called the planet courier system to send it on to its destination.

I returned to find my slave where I left her in the middle of the living room floor, She had made no effort to cover herself, at least Mitchell had instilled that in her. I took her hand and led her to the master bathroom.

"Now slave, I am going to bathe you and shave you everywhere. Slaves are not permitted body hair. I will also be removing the polish from your fingers and toes. I will wash your hair as well. After your bath you will give me a blow job, Later tonight I will fuck you both vaginally and anally. Tomorrow we will order some appropriate clothing for you. I am also going to have your hair curled at a salon. Tomorrow morning I expect you to make me a breakfast."

She bit her lip and obviously had something on her mind. "What is it woman?"

"I don't know how to cook. My old master made my meals."

God was Mitchell pussy whipped. I was doing him a big favor by winning his slave.

"It looks like I will have to enrol you in a slave school. I'm sure you will not like the experience but they will be able to teach you in the basics you are so sorely lacking. If I can not train you I may send you to one. I'm sure even a sheltered slave such as yourself has heard of those places. They use the lash and pupils are kept naked for the duration of their training. If you want to avoid that fate I suggest that you become my apt pupil." 

I led her to the tub and had her step in. Gently I lathered her body. I figured that she was probably about 23 years old. Most likely Mitchell had been her only master. I could call up her history on the web using her collar's ID number. I would probably do that after I had gotten to know her a bit. I liked to get a sense of my slaves before I examined their history. Names for example were tied to their personality traits and their physical beauty. I had her stand while I defuzzed her pussy. Beneath it her snatch was strikingly beautiful. I ran the razor over every inch of her body below her collar. I took acetone and bared her nails

Once she exited the tub I dried her off. I dried her hair with a dryer and in a short while she had been totally transformed. She was so beautiful. As I brushed her teeth I noticed that her lips were bowed and beautiful. I just had to see what they looked like encircling my cock. I ordered her to give me a blow job. Even though her heart was not in it she had been well trained. As a cocksucker she was world class. When I came she did her best to swallow every drop. She looked as though she wanted to speak so I allowed it.

"Thank you master for your cum, Master."

So Mitchell had not entirely ignored her training, That was helpful 

After leading her to the bidet and watching her attend to her business, I led her to my bedroom. I showed her the mattress on the floor where she would sleep while her collar was leashed to a hook in the wall. 

"If you obey me," I told her,"You will have a very nice life. I am not cruel and I don't use corporal punishment. You will be expected to cater to all of my needs in the bedroom and kitchen. I will clothe you and feed you. I DO give presents at times. I have some friends who also own slaves. There are times when we all get together. It is considered good manners for slave owners have their slaves provide blow jobs and other favors to other owners who are friends. The pampered life you knew is at an end. I intend to dress you in ways that will accentuate your fantastic body. If you are ogled it is a compliment to you and to me."

By now my little soldier was ready to go again. I led her to the bed and had her lie on her stomach. I greased up her asshole and entered her. She was the tightest I had ever had. I could not believe that Mitchell left her fantastic ass unmolested. I was gentle with my new slave but I could tell that she was humiliated by this experience. Her eyes teared up and she began crying into a pillow. When I finished I asked her to thank me.

The words came haltingly to her throat but at last she said "Thank you for your cum Master." 

I had her roll over and I embraced her and began kissing her all over. Even though I could tell that her heart was assuredly not in it she responded to my overtures. At last I was ready to fuck her pussy. After performing cunnilingus on her for quite a while I entered her. To my delight she was tight here as well. My tongue had begun the work and my penis finished it. She had a delightful orgasm. The fact that she orgasmed embarrassed her and she turned beet red. Again she thanked me for my cum when prompted. A short while after that she was on her mattress leashed to the wall. It had obviously been a hard day for her and she was soon fast asleep.

II

I woke her at 8:00 the next morning. After a bathroom trip and wiping her I led her to the kitchen to access her culinary skills. I asked her what her experience with breakfast was.

"My old master brought me breakfast every morning. I never went into the kitchen."

Unbefuckinglevable! I showed her how to make toast and where to find the orange juice, The food synthesizer was brand new to her. She didn't even know where her food came from! I showed her how to dial up synthetic eggs and sausage for me and tofu for herself. To my complete lack of surprise I learned that Mitchell usually fed her! I might have to send her to slave school for her own benefit. I usually did not keep a slave for more than a few years. If she couldn't cook I' might have a hard time selling her. Mitchell had practically ruined her. 

With breakfast over I taught her how to load the dishwasher and led her to the living room. I planted her naked form a few centimeters in front of the telescreen and dialed up Maggie Holmes' shop.

"Hello Maggie," I said when she answered. "This is my new slave. She has no mane yet and no wardrobe. Work your magic and have something that I like sent over."

Maggie eyed my slave through the telescreen. "She's a beauty Curtis!" I have her front measurements have her turn around so that i can get the back and sides"

I had my girl spin a few times in front of the telescreen

"I got it Curtis. I know what you like. I'll have three sets of clothes sent over about Noon. Your account is still open, I'll bill you automatically. You always have the best taste in slaves Curtis."' 

Maggie was the best designer on Harrison. She did clothes for slave owners, costumes and uniforms for casino employees and even uniforms for some of the space fleet Free women did very well on Harrison. Guys did not do as well on Jolene. Part of it was sexism but most of it was adaptability. Guys on Jolene just did not get it. 

While waiting for Maggie to complete her task I asked for and received a blow job. Then I instructed her on how to operate the cleaning robots and communication links. She would of course not be permitted phone calls or internet time but she did have to know what to do in case of an emergency. 

I showered with her and then shaved her again.

After the shower I fucked her three times in rapid succession. She came each time. Her orgasms were delightful a sweet moan and a body shudder. I was beginning to see what her hold over Mitchell was. 

For the next few hours we played cards. Mitchell had never taught her poker (smart man) but had taught her most other card games. She was bright but no challenge to me. I did let her win a few hands to help her feel better and to show my human side.

Right on time about five minutes after noon my doorbell rang. I ordered my slave to answer the door. With a great deal of trepidation she did so. Maggie's delivery boy ogled her and asked "Is your master at home." Beet red my slave retreated inside to get me. I went to the door signed for the package and gave the kid a nice tip. She was going to be naked often, especially in front of my friends, so she should start getting used to that fact as quickly as possible.

Maggie's outfits were stupendous, as usual. I eyed the label to see how each outfit would look like on the woman and picked out one I was sure she would hate. Therefore I loved it.

I had her sit in a chair while I dressed her. First came the black nylons. Even after centuries and several sexual revolutions nothing got into a man's libido faster. These clipped to a black belt that sat low on the woman's hips over this went a pair of translucent panties. A short black satin shirt that started mid-bust and ended several centimeters above the navel went on next. Over it all went a sheer gossamer wrap which hid nothing. For the feet simple yet elegant sandals. She looked spectacular. When she saw herself in the mirror she gasped. She had never been put on display like that and her appearance shocked her.




Retirement is Good



It was time to get her hair done. I wanted cascading ringlets. I was doing this for two reasons One she could not be permitted to retain anything from her previous life and two I love curls. I grabbed a leash and fastened it to her collar then I led her out the door. 

My neighbor Fred was out puttering in his front garden. His slave Delta was off to one side waiting with a pitcher of cold lemonade. He took a break from his worked, eyed my slave up and down and said, "Quite the acquisition Curtis. She may be the finest you have ever owned."

"Thanks Fred." I said. I'm planning on having some of the boys over tonight. You and Delta are welcome to join us. Come around eight."

The slave wore a frown as we walked the streets. I'm not too far from the business district so I decided to walk. Nice advertising for the fact that I had just obtained a new slave. All along the streets she turned heads. As we walked I phoned ahead to the salon. There was an open chair.

When we arrived Andre greeted us with a smile, took a look at my slave and then asked what he could do for me.

"I want tight cascading curls. You know how I feel about curly headed women. I love brunettes so don't alter the color. "

"That should be easy," he replied. "I'll use the alter machine to give you exactly what you are thinking of. A treatment lasts six months and is $110.00."

Andre took the leash and led her to the open chair. He wheeled over a contraption that looked like a giant cone on a frame. After wetting my slave's hair he placed the cone over her head and pushed some buttons. I knew what it did but not how. It temporarily altered the DNA of her hair follicles. The curls would last half a year and there would be no way for my slave to restraighten her hair. I looked at the salon and in so many ways it looked like the pictures of am old earth salon. Hair was cut and styled women were waxed and pampered but the genetics revolution of previous centuries had per mutated into so many different spin offs that it made one dizzy. 

An hour later she was returned to me. Her bone straight hair now had lovely body and gorgeous curls. When she saw herself in the mirror she was stunned at how she looked. The slave she was had completely disappeared.

I complimented Andre and tipped him generously. Figuring that she was probably as hungry as I was I led her across the street to a restaurant. 

"I will order for you," I told her. "Every aspect of your life is now under my control. Just as with the clothes and hair what you want does not matter. I expect you to clean your plate. You will smile at the waiter. If he does a good job I will order you to preform a blow job on him as part of his tip. Your pouting attitude and downcast face have to change as of now."

She was red with anger and scowled but at last forced a smile to her face. It was at this moment that I decided on a name for her. Strong emotion turned her beet red. Rather than beets I thought of a cherry.

"For the present I will call you Cherry. I may change your name later but for now I think it fits you. Repeat your name slave".

"I am called Cherry Master".

The waiter was a young guy. After chatting him up I learned that he was a student at one of the pilot schools. The same one. As it happened, that I had attended, but since my graduation, it, like most of the schools, had relocated to Harrison. He reminded me of myself at that age. The future before him. the classes and the camaraderie to come. Of course IF he did graduate he would quickly learn that glamour was largely absent from the job. It was hard and difficult work with pricks for bosses.

I ordered a salad for her and a steak for myself. I would probably keep her on vegetarian diet. That would make her cheaper to feed. The meat synthesizing tax was not much but it built up over time. The other advantage is that she would need protein. My cum and the cum of my friends would fill the bill nicely.

She had a healthy appetite and quickly figured out how to feed herself. She had looked at me expectantly when she had been first served.

"Mitchell, practically ruined you. I will NOT be feeding you. Pick up that fork and start feeding yourself Cherry." 

Cherry ate while I ate and read the news on my portable. Some guys like to have long conversations with their slaves. I want them silent, obedient, and beautiful.

The waiter was very attentive. I could tell that he was in a bit of awe of me. I represented what he wanted to be right down to owning a gorgeous slave. After we finished the meal I asked him to step into the booth. Cherry's body language was one large protest but in the end she fished out the waiter's penis and gave him a fantastic blow job. I don't think he even noticed the cash I left on the table. 

Before I left the restaurant I had phoned several of my friends to invite them to my shindig. Cherry would be proudly displayed. She would also learn her place. All of the friends I was inviting had slaves, they would show Cherry the ropes. 

III

The robots did their always excellent work in cleaning the house. Cherry seemed completely mystified as to how to give them commands. I sure hope she is trainable., The keg was delivered at around 6:00 and my friends began arriving at 7:30 First to arrive was Henry. Henry is a part time slave salesman. He works for the biggest dealer on Harrison. He was first to arrive because I wanted an appraisal of Cherry. I knew that she was valuable but I wanted some firm numbers. I had to take out insurance on her no later than a week after title transfer and I needed to know what kind of premium I was in for. He was trailed by Ona His latest slave. Henry was a world class trader. The longest I had ever known him to keep a slave was two years. He specialized in buying undervalued stock and selling high. He was the best appraiser on the planet. 

Ona introduced herself to Cherry and I gave Cherry permission to talk. Cherry was still wearing her outfit from the morning. Ona wore a bit of cloth about her breasts and another around her hips. It concealed everything, barely. Ona had long blonde hair and a great figure. She and Cherry began chatting about whatever slaves talk about. I allowed them to talk for a few minuets and then called them over.

"Cherry, This is Henry Read. He is an assessor. I'm sure even you have encountered one before. Before the rest of the guests arrive Mr Read is is going to work up an appraisal of you." I turned to Ona. "Ona be a dear and strip Cherry down to her collar. Cherry looked shocked as Ona reached for her gossamer wrap. 

Henry took out his instruments and I informed him about the modifications I had made to her.

"Hair removal is expected and probably increased her value. Curling the hair should not effect her price either way". By now Cherry was naked. Henry let out a whistle and approached Cherry with his portable and some implement I could not identify. He examined her eyes and skin, opened her mouth and examined her teeth and throat He inserted instruments into her mouth,vagina and asshole. She was automatically weighed and her muscle tone was assessed. It was part doctor's exam and part erotica. It only took about ten minutes for Henry to rate and index Cherry.

"Now for the incidentals. Can she cook and run a cleaning robot?"

"No on both accounts I am planning on teaching her."

"They have schools for that. It would also help her get over her shyness."

"True Henry, but the expense."

"I hear you. Well that does degrade her price a bit but she is such a fine physical specimen it shouldn't matter . This is about right."

Henry presented his portable with the assessment figure It was more than five figures and close to six.. I had hit the jackpot. 

"If you are interested in selling her, Curtis I can find a well heeled buyer who will meet that price. What did you pay for her?"

"I won her in a card game."

"Wow no investment. She will only go up in value so it might be smart to hold on to her for a while. Any training you instill in her will only inflate her value. Schooling is expensive but you should seriously consider enrolling her. A diploma from the right slave school on her data page will increase interest in her exponentially." 

"Now for the big question Henry, What's my premium going to be?"

Again Henry typed a number into his portable, It was my time to let out a whistle 

"You have a very nice item here Curtis insuring her should be no issue. If you cut me an e-check I can give you a certificate instantaneously. Leaving her uninsured is just plain stupid and illegal.

I took out my portable and sent a check off to Henry's firm. A moment later I had my receipt.

I turned to Ona.

"You may redress Cherry. Leave off the wrap however."

Cherry would learn her place tonight. As the newest slave she would be the lowest on the ladder. The fact that Ona had authority over her was a new experience. Ona took delight in dressing Cherry. Her hands lingered long on Cherry's flesh. My slave's humiliation was profound. I smiled to myself. For her the night was only going to get worse. 

I told Cherry that since she was the newest member of the group that she would have to take orders from and obey all of the other slaves. I could tell that the idea was new to her

Fred and Delta arrived next. Fred looked like he had gotten a lot of sun today. Delta his Asian slave, was dressed in a school girl outfit. The skirt was very short and the tight shirt exposed the full expanse of her toned stomach. Delta was enormously talented in the sack. Fred was stingy in loaning her however.

Just behind Fred and Delta came Bryce and Melody. Bryce liked exotica. Melody was middle eastern and quite dusky. She was dressed in a simple but elegant red dress. Bryce was determined to try every shade of the rainbow before he died. . Last came Phil and Bonnie. Bonnie was stark naked. She was being punished by Phil because of her obstinacy. A first time slave she was having a hard time learning her place. Phil had payed off her debts for 12 years of service. Bonnie realized too late what was expected of her. Now she was legally a slave in the eyes of the law. She would have no rights until her term of service was over. If her bad behaviour continued Phil was threatening to have brought up on charges of fraud. A slave court could double her years of service and sell her to a brothel if they determined that she had entered slavery under false pretences. If that happened Phil would get a cut of her earnings until he was repaid. Otherwise he got nothing. Bonnie was very beautiful. A tall redhead her only asset in the end had been her body now she did not even own that. Phil was already looking into slave schools but with what he paid to retire Bonnie's debts there was not enough money for a good one. Before slavery Bonnie had been a banker and stock operator. Her fall had been profound indeed.

Cherry's jaw just about hit the floor when she saw Bonnie. Total nudity in public was not common among slaves. It was considered bad taste not to clothe one. On a free planet like Harrison there were sometimes children and often free women in the streets. Society has progressed a lot over the centuries but most people still don't take to the idea of unsolicited nudity from a stranger. Even the best master would threaten a slave with the humiliation of public nudity. Cherry had no doubt heard that threat herself, never had she believed that it could actually happen until now. 

The slaves were allowed to mingle and interact while we men got our beers. Slaves are allowed alcohol in moderation. No one wants a lush for a slave. We brought sweet wine with a very low alcohol content and four glasses for our slaves. I put on some background music. After gathering the guys in a group I made a speech.

"Friends, neighbours, and old liner jockeys, I have brought you here tonight to meet my newest acquit ion. For the present Her name is Cherry. Come here Cherry." My slave was at my side immediately. "I have been informed by Henry here that she is very valuable. Ordinarily I would keep her for myself and to myself. However her last owner pampered her to the point of ruination.. I am going to ask each of you gents to remove an article of her clothing of your choice. Depending upon what I am offered in exchange I may even let some of you scoundrels taste her many charms."

Cherry looked thunderstruck and panic stricken as Bryce stepped forward and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her wonderful tits were now a public site. Henry stepped forward next and slid off her panties. Her beautiful skin turned cherry red with embarrassment. Fred Followed and removed her stockings and sandals. Her fantastic legs made every man's hard on that much stiffer. Fed removed the garter belt and Cherry was a naked as the day she was born.

After drinking in her beauty for a few moments Bryce had a marvellous suggestion. 

"Her porcelain skin would make a great contrast with Melody's let's have them make out!" Melody was ordered to strip and then ordered to kiss Cherry. At first all of Cherry's body language indicated that she had never been used in lesbian games before. Eventually she warmed to it. Melody's dark skin and Cherry's pale complexion clashed wonderfully. Melody pressed her tight compact body around Cherry's and began grinding. Melody came first with a moan like a young tigress. Cherry, despite herself, came a few moments later. Her moan and tremble we big hits. Everybody applauded.

Phil sent Bonnie forward to try Cherry next. Bonnie fell to Cherry's feet and began slowly kissing and licking her way up to Cherry's pussy. Bonnie should have been a slave on Jolene, everyone can tell that she likes women better than men which is one of the big reasons why she is having so much trouble adapting to her new life. Cherry came again with a bit more intensity than previously. Then before Cherry realized what was happening Bonnie had forced Cherry into a kneeling position and her face was pressed into Bonnie's pussy.

"Do me Cherry, just like I did you." Cherry looked at me her eyes full of emotion.

"You heard her Cherry, just relax and let yourself go with it." Cherry had obviously never licked pussy before but Bonnie instructed her. Bonnie's orgasm was three short yips and a long sigh. After she climaxed Bonnie kissed Cherry full on the lips. 

"For that you have earned yourself some clothing." Phil told Bonnie as she returned to his side. 

Ona was pushed forward by Henry and Cherry was told to undress her, which she did with difficulty. Ona'ss ice blonde form looked stunning next to Cherry's dark tresses. Once she got Ona naked Cherry seemed at a loss as to what to do. Ona spoke next "While I would enjoy your charms Cherry, I am sure that my Master would enjoy you more. She Led Cherry by the hand and had her kneel in front of Henry. Ona liberated her master's penis and said.

"Show the room how good you are at fellatio, Cherry." 

"May I Curtis?" Asked Henry

"So long as I get one from Ona at the same time."

Henry order Ona to comply and moments later she was on her knees before me. Cherry had already begun on Henry. He smiled from ear to ear.

Phil and Bryce used Cherry next. The two of them used her together. Phil getting a blow joy while Bryce fucked her. Later the they changed places. In exchange I got a blow job from Bonnie and I was allowed to fuck Melody on the living room floor. Bonnie, despite her sometimes bad attitude, is not a bad cock sucker and Melody is very talented. The big reward came from Fred. Fred was so enchanted with Cherry that he allowed me a few hours with Delta in my bedroom in exchange for a test drive of Cherry. Delta naked almost rivals Cherry. Her skin is flawless and her black hair frames her lovely face in a delightful way. I may trade Fred a week with Cherry for a week with Delta. She is the only slave of one of my friends that I lust after. 

Fred and Delta were the last to leave. As they left the house I turned to Cherry. She had an expression on her face that I could not read. She had swallowed lots of cum tonight and been fucked up the ass and the pussy by all of my friends. She had been exposed to lesbian sex for the first time. She had come more times tonight than she ever had in one night before. This must have been the most challenging night she had ever spent as a slave. Looking at her countenance I and did something I rarely do. I asked my slave for an opinion.

"What do you think of your new life Cherry?"

My slave pondered my question for a moment then broke out in a sly smile.

She replied, "Thank you for my new life Master."



Retirement Package



When Reed first retired two years before, early retirement afforded by smart and lucky business practices, life had seemed grand. The move to Florida that occurred soon after putting him in the perfect area to go fishing whenever he wanted, sit on his porch and relax, or just lay in bed. With four acres of tree covered land, surrounded by other people having much the same, he could see his neighbors but not hear them. Only the damned rooster seemed to care about getting up early. 

As he mowed the acre of grass he kept as a lawn, he wondered again about the young woman who lived on the next property over, a rental trailer owned by a fellow in Tampa. Reed had spoken with him once about mowing the property when it was not occupied, but right after that the young woman had moved in with her three small children. 

Once every two or three weeks, he would see a pick-up parked in front of the trailer but only for one or two days at most. With very little need to spend time watching the neighbors, Reed only caught glimpses of the woman, seeing the kids mostly. 

Almost six months had passed when the knock came on the door. It was late, almost eleven, and dark as Hades outside. Grabbing his pistol, Reed opened the door a crack after turning on the porch light. Standing there, pretty as a picture, was a young woman wrapped in a house robe. Glancing at her feet, he saw she was bare foot. 

"Yes, ma'am, can I help you?" he asked, reaching back to put the pistol down out of sight. 

"Sir, I am your neighbor." She pointed toward the trailer. "We have a problem with the toilet and I can't get it fixed. I called the landlord but he is not answering." Her voice was very low and almost shy, making it very hard for Reed to deny her. "Could you look at it please?" 

"Can you use the other one until tomorrow?" he asked. Damn, I hate toilets, he thought to himself.

"We only have one, sir." Why she had to be so pretty, like a cute little mouse, he would never know. Little women had always been his weak point.

"Let me grab some pants," he told her. 

"I will wait and walk with you," she offered. 

"I was going to ride my 4-wheeler," he told her. "You are welcome to ride along." 

Without hesitation, she replied, "Thank you, I think I will." She might be shy but she certainly seemed to make decisions quickly enough. Certainly a sign of some intelligence, Reed thought. 

Pulling his toy from the barn, he realized she might have a problem straddling the seat behind him. Stopping beside her, she looked at the seat and at him, deciding to ride anyway. As he watched, she pulled her house gown through from the rear, between her legs, bunching it in the front. The slim, strong legs that came into view were good enough for a second look and Reed had always been a dirty old man.

Showing her the place to put her feet, she mounted easily and they were off. Her arms snaked around his waist after the first bump and she held on the rest of the way. Stopping at her front door, Reed turned to watch her dismount and he was not disappointed. Somewhere along the ride, the tie belt had come loose, so when she swung her leg over the back to dismount, the top of her robe came open. By the light of her porch lamp, he could see a lacy black baby-doll nighty covering a nice pair of tits. At fifty-six and between girlfriends, Reed was susceptible to anything frilly and hinting of sex.

Feeling his temperature rising, he felt it best to change the scenery. Climbing off the other side, never hinting at what he saw, he stepped onto the porch to follow her inside. The children were already asleep and she held up a finger to her lips for him to remain quiet. 

"I need them to sleep," she said with a tired smile. In the better light of the house, he could see lines in her face from the hard work and stress that must be her life. Still very pretty, her youth was slipping away as the daily chores took their toll. Leading the way, she headed down the hall. 

Stepping into a very small bathroom and shower combination, he found himself facing a toilet that seemed clogged with paper. "Little Joey was playing in here and before I found him, he tried to flush it." She explained but it was totally unnecessary. 

"Do you have a plunger?" he asked.

"Somewhere in the kitchen, I think," she said, starting to squeeze by him to exit. Standing against the wall, there was still very little room and her gown came open again as she passed. The little lace nighty was in full view before she got through and there was no way to hide it. 

"Very nice," he said, dragging his eyes off her body and into her eyes. 

"Thank you," she said, "Not much need for pretty here." No hint of shy in her voice now.

"I have to disagree," Reed told her. She just blushed and left. 

Upon her return, she handed him a small plunger that might work but if not, he would have to get his own bigger one. After three tries, even with most of the visible paper removed, he could not clear the clog. All the while he worked, she stood beside him, leaning over to watch, giving him a peek into her gown. She never realized he was looking and he enjoyed the view too much to tell her.

"Not going to happen," he finally said, standing to look at her. 

"So I am stuck with this until tomorrow?" she asked, looking very pitiful.

"I will go get my larger plunger," he volunteered. 

The relief on her face was obvious as she said, "That would be great. How will I ever thank you?" 

"Just being neighborly, ma'am." Just by pure reflex, he found himself looking down at her partially open gown, slapping himself mentally when her eyes followed his. Turning toward the door, he never saw the little smile that crossed her lips.

Ten minutes later, he was back. Three deep plunges, and the clog gave up. Watching the water sucked downward in a spiral, he turned toward her to say, "That should do it." 

She was standing a few feet away, across the hallway, and as he turned to face her, she opened her gown, showing him the little black lace nighty. The body it covered was lean and curvy, with b-cup tits and slightly flared hips. The nighty stopped just below the crotch, showing very curvy, strong legs. Bringing his eyes up to meet hers, he saw her blushing bright red. 

"Thank you for the beautiful payment," Reed said in a hushed voice. Taking another look to remember later, he turned and headed out the front door. The ride home cooled his blood but he still used the picture in his mind to satisfy the carnal lust as he relieved the pressure between his legs once in the safety of his own house.

------------------- Two days after the toilet incident, the truck showed up in the neighbors front yard again. Even though the kids were still in evidence, the woman was nowhere to be seen. If I had that, he thought, I would keep it busy to.

Sunday morning, he heard the truck pulling out again. From what he could see, the grass needed mowing but that was not the mans job, at least not that Reed had ever seen. Maybe soon, she would come out and mow the grass. With his camera already on the tripod, the long lens mounted up, he was ready for action. 

It was Tuesday before she came outside when he was there. Looking toward the fence that separated the two properties, he noticed her walking over, waving for him to meet her at the fence. As he walked that direction, he noticed she was wearing very short shorts with a modest tube top. The little mouse was very pretty.

"Thank you again for the plumbing work," she said, stopping with her hand resting on a post.

"Thank you for the prompt payment," he returned with a look that traveled down her body. 

A blush tinted her cheeks but she said, "And what would it cost me to get the lawn mowed. My mower is broken and my husband is keeping most of his earnings to himself." Her look had changed to one of stubborn pride and he saw an opportunity to see more of her. 

Looking past her at the land needing to be mowed, he said, "That is a much bigger job than a stopped toilet." He thought for a moment, seeing her thinking also, before saying, "What guarantee do I have the payment will match the job?"

Stepping closer to the fence, she looked in all directions before saying, "Maybe a preview?" 

"That could work. What did you have in mind?" He was getting excited now and felt his cock getting hard as the blood rushed into it. 

"Just these," she said, reaching up to pull the tub top down, revealing the prettiest tits Reed had ever laid eyes on. Round and firm, tipped with hard fingertip size nipples that protruded a quarter inch. He felt his tongue lip his lips without thinking, wanting to feel and taste them on his lips. 

Stepping back, she pulled the tube back into place, a small smile playing on her lips. "Would you be interested in a show?" 

Reed was thinking hard to not limit his options. "Lets say the first is on me with you showing what you think fair. After that, we can renegotiate when both of us know what is available." He could see the wheels turning in her mind and liked the idea of her having to decide what was fair. He hoped to get more than if he made the rules.

"Deal," she said. "One condition." 

Reed hesitated as though this might be a deal breaker. If she only knew, nothing would change his mind now. "OK, what?" he asked, trying to sound concerned.

"I only pay you after the children are in bed asleep." She could not afford to have them outside when Reed came over because they would surely tell John. Her husband was very jealous even though she was certain he had another woman on the road.

"That can work. Any particular days?" he asked, trying to sound like he needed to know all the conditions before they started. Typical business deal, right.

"Never on nights John might be home or coming home. His schedule is not always the same." She had to say it even though they both knew what it meant, she was hiding this from her husband. It gave Reed more leverage but they both knew it already and now it was out in the open. 

"Other than mowing, are there any other jobs I can do for barter? Maybe repair your mower?" Reed needed more than an every other week reason to see her.

"Maybe I can think of something if the price is right," she said with an impish grin. 

"Are we trading time for time? What is the exchange rate?" Reed was hoping to have her indicate she would trade one-to-one. 

"I'm willing to go two-to-one on the mowing and negotiate on other jobs, depending on what the jobs entail." She was getting into this negotiating now and Reed would have to be careful. 

"Who does the timing?" 

"I believe I can trust you," she said. 

"OK, than, I am Reed Pierce. And you are?"

"Alice Joiner." 

"I will try to be done today if that is OK with you." 

"I will be ready, Reed." She turned and walked away, a little more sway to her hips as she showed him the prize. He was impressed and gave her a 'wolf whistle' in appreciation. She only smiled back at him over her shoulder without stopping. This little mouse has teeth.

---------------------------------- When a friend called, he had to leave for most of the day. Returning home late, he was only able to finish the front of the property before dark. Knowing her children would be going to bed, he chose to leave the rest for the next day. Making a late supper, he spent the next few hours watching the tube before heading to bed.

When he saw the first kid outside the next morning, he started the mower and headed over to finish the lawn. By eleven, he was finished but decided to use his weed eater on the edges and trees. Always give a good measure, something his daddy told him and he always tried to live by. 

The front door opened as he finished the trimming around the house, the final part of the job. Alice came onto the porch, wearing a smaller tube top than the day before and very loose gym shorts. 

"Any theme you might like for the show?" she asked. 

"Getting excited, are we?" he asked in return. 

Coming to the edge of the porch, she looked down at him for a moment before answering. "What can I say, it has been a long time since a man wanted to see more than my face. When you have been pregnant as much as me, with kids coming every two years, you forget what it feels like to be pretty. Damn sure my husband doesn't remember." The bitter sound at the end told Reed much more than what she said. 

"Damn fool if I might say so, Alice." Reed was not beyond using her husbands lack of romance or feelings to promote his own desires. Not that he would ever get more than a good look but that would be fabulous.

"Thank you, Reed. Sometimes I feel sorry for myself but I made this bed, now I get to lay in it." 

"Tonight OK with you," he asked, hoping to change the subject. 

"Ten would be good. Bring your glasses if you need them." Turning on her heel, she went inside, looking back only to see if he was watching. He was and she smiled to herself.

----------------------------------- Reed knocked lightly at ten, listening for the OK to enter. When none came, he waited patiently. The porch light was out and no lights showed in the house so she might have decided to cancel on their deal. A woman's prerogative, he presumed.

Just as he was starting to think he should leave, the door handle turned, unlatching the door. It opened just a small amount and stopped. He waited a moment, then opened it and entered. The lights were very low, with only some low wattage recessed lights in the ceiling on. 

Seeing Alice standing in the hall, he took a seat by the door facing her. Glancing back at her, he could just make out her motioning for him to follow her. The only room other than the bathroom down that hall was the master bedroom. If the show was there, he was in for a real treat, or so he hoped. 

Passing the bathroom, he entered the bedroom to find most of it occupied by a king size bed. Large pillows were positioned against the far wall and she motioned for him to make himself comfortable among them. The bed must have been laying directly on the floor because of the shorter than normal height. Sitting on the edge of the bed near the corner, he leaned back on a large pillow and got comfortable. 

Alice had left the room soon after he entered but now she returned, closing the door behind her. "They are finally asleep. Joey was a bit fussy tonight and I am running behind. Did you mind waiting?" 

"Not for the right show, Alice," he told her. 

"Well, this is a first for me so I hope you like it." Stepping onto the opposite side of the bed, she removed her robe, allowing him to see she wore the same black nighty from before. "You seemed to like it the first time so I thought it might be best."  

"Your show, girl, I am sure I will like it." He was trying to contain his enthusiasm but his voice caught as he spoke. If she noticed, she said nothing. 

As he watched, she started to gyrate her hips in time with music she was playing on a small CD player. As she danced, her hands moved over her body, first on her chest, then her stomach, and finally her hips and legs. For several long minutes, she moved and stroked, closing her eyes when she neared her inner thighs.

Reed was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable because the dance was totally erotic. Her hands moved in all the ways he would have loved to touch her. The second time she moved her hands across her breasts, she removed the strap from each shoulder, hinting of its removal. Her hands moved down, stroking the outside of each breast, making the material covering them move downward. If this was her first time doing this, she was a natural. 

Now her hips were starting to thrust forward, no longer following the music but in rhythm to the movement of her hands. Around and forward and back around, the scanty panties of the outfit showing plainly behind the filmy gauze. Eyes riveted to her movements, Reed almost missed her tongue as it licked her lips. 

Fifteen minutes had passed since she started and her arousal was starting to take over. The aroma of hot sex filled the room, making Reed want nothing more than to remove his own cock and stroke it. Sliding his hand between his legs, he massaged his cock and balls without ever looking away from the erotic dance before him. 

Alice was very near orgasm when she could stand no longer. Dropping to the bed, she lay on her side, one leg straight out, the other knee raised to provide access for her hand. A hand that was now inside her panties, moving with an in-and-out motion, making sucking sounds as her wet pussy engulfed her fingers. 

Panting and gasping for air, she thrust her hips forward, driving into her hand, trying for greater penetration and friction on her clit. The guttural moan that came from her mouth and throat signaled a total loss of control, while her hands never stopped. 

Reed took a chance and unzipped his pants. He had worn loose fitting pants for this purpose and now he removed his cock, using his hand to stroke in furiously. When Alice came, so did he. Stream after stream of cum spurted into the air, the first landing on the bed, the second on Alice's hand as it stroked her pussy. Reed never saw where the third and forth landed. 

As the frenzied motions stopped, Alice opened her eyes to smile at Reed, saying, "Not what I planned but effective. Did you get your money's worth?" 

"Damn, girl, I'd mow it the whole summer for that one more time. You are hot, bitch!" Once he said it, he wished he could take the word off the end. Not every woman wanted to be call a bitch.

"Thank you, Reed. I feel like a hot bitch and I love it." The smile on her face said she was enjoying the attention he gave her. As he watched, she raised her hand out of her pussy, sucking the fingers covered with her juice into her mouth. Once they were clean, she noticed his cum on the back of her wrist, putting her tongue out to sample it. She must have liked the taste because she proceeded to lick it clean, looking for more. 

Looking at the clock, she said, "That was only forty minutes. I owed you sixty five. Can you come back tomorrow night for the rest?" 

Reed had a better idea. "Maybe I can just stay here for a while longer and you can remove the rest of your clothes. I would really like to see your young beautiful, sexy body without anything like clothes in the way." 

Thinking a minute, she responded with, "I am pretty nasty right now. My pussy is very wet after sex and you might not like the smell." 

"Shit, baby, I would lick it clean if you let me. Wet pussy is very hot!" He was excited and did not mind letting her know.

"If you want to lick it clean, I will take my clothes off and let you have it." When she said it, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. 

Standing beside the bed, he dropped his pants to the floor, freeing his legs to move easier. Reaching toward her, he took her ankles, drawing her toward his side of the bed. She rolled to her back, using her hands to remove her top as he slid her across. 

Once he had her close enough to the edge, where her butt was near the edge, he placed her ankles on his shoulders, reaching down to grab her panties on either side of her hips. Sliding them up her legs, he worked them off her feet, dropping them to the floor. 

As he dropped to his knees between her legs, he could see a small look of fear or possibly a question in her eyes. With a reassuring smile, he lowered his head to her honey pot, that core of molten nectar, finding a light cover of wet hair covering it. With her thighs on his shoulders, his arms wrapped around them to put his hands in position to open her to his tongue. 

The first touch sent a shock through her body, resulting in a tremor that continued as he spread her lips to admit his tongue to her clit. Sucking that most tender of protrusions into his mouth, massaging it with his lips, her hips bucked with each increase in pressure. The sweetness of her nectar covered his face as he pushed deeper into her lips. Swollen from the previous attention, her lips wrapped his face with moisture, while he pushed his tongue deep inside her tunnel. 




Retirement Package



With his lips, Reed stoked the inside of her pussy, sucking and licking every surface over and over. As her hips thrust into his face, he reached up with both hands to take handfuls of her breasts. Massaging the undersides and stroking the tops, he pinched her nipples with each pass. 

Ragged breathing along with gasps for air reached his ears as she spread her legs to their maximum, forcing him to pull his arms back and place them on top of her thighs. Placing his hands on her inner knees, he pushed her knees forward and down, spreading her pussy to the fullest, allowing his mouth to devour her flowing cunt. 

Suddenly, without warning, she thrust her hips forward, her thighs pushing out to trap his head between them. Hands grabbed his head, pulling him into her center, thrusting her hips against his face. Time and again, she thrust and thrust and thrust. His tongue kept probing and she kept thrusting until she fell as though lifeless onto the bed. 

Extracting his head from her thighs, he pushed them apart and placed his rock hard cock at her entrance. Stroking it lightly across her lips, he never entered her. Watching her face, he saw her eyes open, knowing what he was asking, and nodding 'yes'. With a single thrust of his own, he buried his cock to the hilt inside her. The gasps that both made at the invasion was all the sound they made until he started to stroke, slow and long. 

Each slow entrance brought a moan from her lips while each slow exit brought an intake of air. In and out, slow and easy, long and steady. Building and building, the intensity of the feelings were like none either had ever felt. With each exit she tried to thrust forward but he would have nothing of it, controlling her hips with his thighs. 

As they neared the point of no return, he lay forward across her, bringing his face close to hers. The look he saw in her eyes was one of pure lust and desire. She could not, she would not have stopped him for anything in the world. For her, this moment was the ultimate release of sexual tension having built for many years. Today Reed was getting everything she had. 

Finally, they reached the pinnacle of their combined desires, his mouth covering hers as she screamed with the orgasm that invaded her body. Twitching and grabbing, her legs pulling him deeper, her arms encircling his neck, holding his mouth on hers, her tongue fighting with his in some erotic dance. The orgasm she experienced lasted for several minutes, minutes he held on for dear life. Small of form she might be but strong and limber she proved also. 

Incoherent words escaped her lips once the orgasm started to subside. Biting and sucking and kissing, she tried in every way to thank him for the release. Her spirit soared with the freedom of relief while her body continued to spasm and jerk. His cock died within her but still she held on. Pushing her clit against his pelvis, she sought to keep the feelings coursing through her body. 

Finally, when it released her, she lay still beneath him, taking long, deep breaths. Rolling to a position beside her, he removed her hair from her face, lightly touching her cheeks and mouth, providing the physical contact she needed to come down slowly. In the end, she spoke. 

"On the day I die, I will still be praising your name for what you have done for me today." Reaching a hand over to his face, she drew him down to her lips, kissing him long and deep, the passion still present and alive. 

"What I did any man would have loved to do. You are a beautiful, passionate, sexy lover and the best partner this old man has ever experienced. Thank you, Alice." For once, Reed was able to relate how he felt without misunderstanding. She kissed him again as a 'thank you'.

-------------------------------------------- As the summer wore on, Reed found more and more jobs coming his way at the property next to his. With each job, he negotiated with Alice for the proper payment, sometimes in services she rendered, sometimes in shows she performed. Never again was Reed allowed to lick her pussy or enter her with his cock. She was willing to provide relief by sucking his cock, giving a hand job, or dancing naked while he beat off. She controlled her passions, allowing him to see her only as a woman he desired, not a woman he could have. 

Their friendship grew, giving them each someone they could share life's problems and triumphs with. Most of Alice's problems stemmed from her relationship with John, her husband of eight years. During the eight years of marriage, she calculated he was home with her and the children less than one year. He always said he could make better money doing long-haul, staying out longer periods, taking more loads. When she looked at his log book, the listing of all his loads and destinations, she found a destination in St. Louis he visited more than his home in Florida. Without spending money she did not have, she had no way of knowing what he did there. 

Reed told her about his dates with women from the free dating sites online. She loved hearing about some of the people he met, women that wanted nothing more than a free lunch, some who wanted nothing less than marriage. From what they could tell, there were very few in the middle of that range. 

Reed started carrying his laptop over to her house at night, logging in on his wifi connection, and surfing the available women with Alice beside him. They loved leaving emails for new women but mostly, Alice loved the forums where she could talk to other people. Toward the end of the summer, Reed presented her with a laptop of her own, allowing her to use his wifi connection to get online. 

One evening, when he suggested they get online, she took her laptop and logged onto a sight called AmateursOnline, a sight where men and women could post their own pictures and see those of others like them. Taking him to a specific page, she pointed to a woman there, a woman that looked a lot like she did. Same color hair, same general body type. What she really wanted him to see was the third picture in the set. A mirror was behind the model, a mirror that showed the person behind the camera. 

"That is John," she said. "The woman is located in St. Louis and her husband of five years took the pictures. The man standing behind that camera is my husband too." Her face was livid with rage, madder than Reed had ever seen her. The meek, gentle, ever smiling mouse was no longer a mouse. Today she was a tiger.

"What are you going to do?" Reed had come to realize long ago, Alice was far smarter than you would ever think possible. She made plans far in advance, tested theories, making more plans. How she ever got trapped in John's snare he never learned. 

"First, I am going to find her number the next time John is here. I know where he leaves his truck, I know how to get into it, and I would almost bet her number is in his cell phone. He would never consider me capable of looking or even guessing there was someone else.

"Next I will check his log and contact the company he works for, get his schedule, and contact her when he has just left there. That will give me the most time to work my plan. 

"If she knows about me I will be sunk. If, as I expect, he has not told her about me and his children here, I will send her a packet of pictures with him holding his children. Any pictures that will convince her of his trick. At the same time, I will get a lawyer to start proceedings against him for having too may wives and kids, whatever you call it, and divorce him at the same time. 

"This is where you come in. If you can help me for a little while until the child support gets started and I get a job, I will make it worth your while. I will pay back every cent with interest. In case you are wondering how, I am a licensed CPA with corporate credentials. I quit five years ago when the first kid was born."

Reed sat back, looking at this mouse with new respect. "Exactly how old are you, Alice?" he asked. 

"Never could guess, could you? No one ever can. What would you guess?" Alice loved games and he usually obliged. 

"I was thinking late twenty's, early thirties. How far off am I?" 

"Forty-one in three weeks. Momma looked thirty when she died of a heart attack at fifty-three."

"So I, who you insist on calling old man, am only nine years older than you. I look more my age but we could date when you are divorced." Reed liked the idea of dating Alice, taking her to a restaurant and watching the people gawk at an old man with a young chick. 

"What makes you think I would date an old farkle like you?" She laughed at his pained expression. 

"Because this old farkle gave you the best sex of your life and can do it again." He had her there and she knew it. Never a week passed without her bringing up their past liaison. She wanted to try again but Reed thought she was afraid it would be less than the first time. She was afraid to try.

"If you help me, and I know you will, I will promise to try again. You can pick the time and I will be ready for a repeat performance." Reed knew she was serious if she was willing to commit to that. 

"When do we start, girl. We have a life to live and that bum is tying me down now." Reed saw some future with this woman and her attachment to John was no longer tolerable. "When he comes through next, are you going to bed with him?" Reed suddenly hated the idea of her spending another second in bed with John. 

"Of course, silly man. He is my husband and I can hardly afford to tip my hand before the plan is ready. He is really a good lover, just a terrible husband." The look she gave Reed told him to shut up and he knew better than to argue with stubborn people. 

Three months past before Alice was ready to start the ball rolling. Three more postings of the St Louis woman had come online but no more pictures of John. As expected, her home and cell numbers were both in his phone, and a simple back trace gave them an address. 

Accessing the St Louis area legal records, provided them with a marriage license dated three years after the one with Alice. John's name was listed as the owner of the house where they lived, he owned the car they drove, and with some added work, they found a resort cottage with his name as well. 

Her divorce lawyer, when seeing the records they already had, opted to do a little research of his own. Bank records listed in both Alice and John's name were found in three local banks, totaling eighty-eight thousand dollars. The day after he found them, Alice left them at zero, placing the money in an account bearing Reed's name. When he ask her if that was safe, she said as long as she upheld her part of the bargain.

On December 16, a large packet of photo's was delivered to an address in St Louis, Missouri to a Janet Joiner. On December 21, an eviction notice was delivered to the same address, from asset seizure in an impending divorce case in Homosassa, Florida. Janet found her car towed, her bank account frozen, her cell phone cut off and even her YMCA membership revoked. 

On December 24, John was arrested in Portland, Oregon. Held overnight, he was released without a job, transportation and no money but the few dollars in his wallet. All his credit cards were canceled and his phone shut off. On December 25, he called his 'home' in Florida to find a rather unpleasant woman on the other end of the line. 

"Hello, John. When, and if, you ever get to Florida again, you will want to avoid this location. An arrest warrant has been sworn out for your sorry carcass should I see it anywhere outside of a courtroom. The woman you married in St Louis will not want to see you either since all she had, the house, the car, the resort property, have all been seized for liquidation. Dear Janet was not happy when I spoke with her last week. And yes, I saw her pictures on the internet.

"Goodbye, John. If you want to see your children again, I suggest you get a good lawyer and lots of money for child support. If you would like to relinquish all rights as their father, I will drop all the charges and leave you alone. Otherwise, expect to be harassed for the next twenty years." 

Hanging up, she turned to Reed who just happened to be jacking off on her bed as he looked at her naked body, and said, "Fuck me!" What started as an easy payment plan, became an Retirement Package with a new wife and three children for Reed. His mouse became a full-service tiger in the sack.



Retirement Party Dress



'Shit, I'm late again,' I thought as I looked down at my watch. 9:56. I've got four minutes to park the car, run into the mall and punch in before the boss has another reason to yell at me. 

And like that, I ran as fast as my young legs could take me. With 7 seconds to spare. 'It's gonna be a good day,' I thought as I adjusted myself.

As good of a day as one could have at the mall, that is. It was the summer before my sophomore year in college. 

Here I was, 20 years old, working at a ladies clothing store in the mall. 

The one for the older women, like my mom. Not where girls my age would shop. Why you ask? Well, if you listened to my dad tell it, it was because I kept putting things off. "Good for you! That'll teach you to wait until the last minute to apply for a job. Spend your summer there rather than with girls your own age. You'll never get a girl friend that way."

Thanks Dad! What did he know anyway? There'd been a few girls I've known since I went to college. Amy, Sue and Dawn. Those were my first girlfriends in college. 

Ok, they were my first sex partners. It wasn't love. We were horny and we did a lot of fucking. Of course, alcohol was involved, but we always ended up fucking. 

I'd grown up from that pimply faced kid in high school and I'd gotten good at it. He thought I was still the dork he knew last year and that's cool. It kind of kept him off my back.

Besides, I always had this thing for older women. Ok, not old-old, just older. Mid 40's and younger. The difference between sexuality and sensuality; quality versus quantity. Women that age, ohhhhh, very sensual. 

Don't get me wrong, Amy, Sue and Dawn were hot. They always had guys after them and it made me feel good when they wanted to be with me. Like I said, I grew up and I guess I got good looking as well as experienced. 

I quickly took my position on the floor just as the manager was opening the doors. Early morning shift was always the most boring; very few shoppers. 

Really, all I had to do was take care of anyone who showed up. The store supervisor was trying out some of that new age management crap that she'd read about and wanted each customer to receive personalized service. Yeh, great!

For 20 minutes, no one entered the store, so I went in back and started stacking some boxes. I heard the bell go off when someone enters the store and made my way out front. 

I immediately recognized them. Jim and Anita Patterson, from two blocks over. I guess he was taking her shopping for a dress.

Now, Jim you could forget about. He was nondescript, kind of just there. Tall, with gray hair and mustache, he didn't say much. 

But Anita, now, there was a woman you could never forget. Brown shoulder length hair and blue eyes, with a smile that lit up the room whenever she entered. 

As pretty as she was, it was her body you'd never forget. Even now, at 37, she was a knockout. That body! She was probably 5-6, maybe 5-7 and 130 pounds. Slender legs led up to her curvy hips, the kind of hips just meant for grabbing from behind and holding on. Her ass was nice and firm and round, and worked perfectly with those hips. She had a nice slender waist which looked like it never could support those massive breasts. 

My God, Anita Patterson had the most impressive breasts I'd ever seen. They were big and full and sat perfectly on her chest. Incredible! How many times had I laid in bed or stood in that shower and stroked my cock to her? Hundreds, maybe thousands. I've spilled so much cum because of that woman.

She's where my lust for older women comes from. The Patterson's moved into the neighborhood when I was 7 years old. It was almost a sin when they put that pool in their back yard. 

In the summer, Anita would be in that pool, in her yellow bikini. Those big, luscious tits of hers barely contained in that skimpy material. That perfect ass chewing wildly at the bottoms when she'd walk back into the house for more iced tea. 

All of the women in neighborhood hated her, but all of the men and boys couldn't get enough. How many summer afternoons did I spend over at Tommy Hartman's house next door? Both of us up in his room, staring next door at Anita Patterson in her bikini.  

God, it was great; until Mrs. Hartman figured out what we were looking at and kicked us outside. Still, there were plenty of trees in neighborhood for spying.

And here she was, with her husband, in my store looking at dresses. I made my way over to them. 

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Patterson. Can I help you find something?" My eyes moved quickly over her body as I walked towards them. That sundress she wore could not hide the magnificence of her body. My mouth quickly got dry as I felt my cock twitch at the site of her.

"Billy? Is that you?" asked Jim. 

"Yes sir," as I looked at first him and then his gorgeous wife.

"Wow" said Anita. "I almost didn't recognize you. You've sure grown up. I didn't know you were working here," she said as her eyes moved slowly over my body. For a second there, I thought she was checking me out, and my cock stiffened in those loose fitting khaki's.

"Yes, just for the summer until I go back to school. Can I help you find something?" Standing this close to them, I could smell the soft fragrance of her perfume. Her eyes sparkled and I knew that unless I focused on my job, my cock would soon burst through that thin material.

Jim said "We need to find her a dress. Something formal but not too, you know? We've got a retirement party to go to."

"Something summery. Strapless. Maybe a little form fitting," said Anita as she moved in front of me, walking toward a rack of black cocktail dresses. Watching her incredible ass move beneath the thin dress material, I thought I would blow my load right there, the image of her wearing something like that black dress indelibly etched in my brain.

Apparently Jim picked up on it as well. "Careful. You'll give Billy here a heart attack." They both looked at me and laughed. 

For a second I was that little dorky kid again. Only for a second though and I quickly regained my composure. Angrily, I thought 'Very funny ass hole.' 

Taking control, I said "Over here is your typical strapless black cocktail dress. You'd look incredible in that Mrs. Patterson, but I think with your amazing body, you should give one of these red ones a try." 

I held up a very low cut, tight, red dress. The plunging front would dive perfectly between her huge tits. The dress was short enough to reveal just a hint of her ample ass and would snug tightly to her well rounded hips. She'd look absolutely fuckable in that dress.

Anita reached for it and held up to her front as she turned to face her husband. "Well Jim, what do you think?"

He took one look at the totally inappropriate dress and said "I think Billy here has something other than a formal dinner party on his mind." They both looked at me and I noticed a coy little smirk at the corner of Anita's sexy mouth.

They both chuckled a little. "Not at all," I replied. "Just trying to be helpful." In all honesty, the thought of Anita in that red dress made my cock ache. I could feel it throbbing against my stomach. 

"Why don't you try them on?" I asked. Anita reached for the black dress and followed me as we all made our way to the back of the store. Anita handed Jim her purse as he sat down on a chair just outside of the doorway to the dressing rooms.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," she said to Jim as he sat down near a mirror. I could feel her eyes on me as I led Anita to a dressing room near the back of the hallway. I opened the door for her and stood just enough in the way.

"Here you go," I offered. She looked up at me, smiling that coy little smile again as she walked past me. Inexplicably, she was somehow able to get by without brushing those incredible breasts against me. I looked inside the room and saw her staring at me in the mirror. 

"I'll just be outside," I said loud enough for Jim to hear. I closed her door behind me but failed to lock it. Making my way back out of the hallway, I said to Mr. Patterson "I'll be just a few minutes in the back."

Quickly, I made my way to the other door in the back of the store. I opened one and then another door. I was back in the dressing room hallway, standing in front of Anita's room. The thought of her behind that door, undressing, made my cock swell. 

'What the hell are you doing?' I thought as I reached for the door knob. Here she was the subject of most if not all of my adolescent fantasies, partially clothed on just the other side of this door. 

My lust for her had no bounds and without thinking, I turned the knob and slowly opened the door. Quickly, I slipped inside and shut the door behind me. 

Anita had removed her sundress and sandals, and was standing in front of me facing the large dressing room mirror on the wall opposite the door. She wore nothing but a shear black bra and panties. Startled, she pulled the black cocktail dress to her chest, trying to cover herself. It was of little use.

Angrily, Anita said in a low voice, "What the hell? What the hell are you doing in here?"

Standing still, not knowing just yet how this would all end up, I said "I thought you might need some help." 

God, what the hell was I doing? I was out of my mind with lust for this woman; I had lost all sense of rational thought. I'd get fired, probably arrested. I could never go back home. I'd be labeled some kind of pervert. What the hell was I thinking? 

Still, my cock ached as my eyes drank in Anita's body. Her ass was perfect. The thin material covered nothing, certainly not the gorgeous valley that separated those two magnificent round ass cheeks. 

Her legs were still strong and I looked at her reflection in the mirror. Anita's pretty faced was flush. Was it from embarrassment or excitement my young brain pondered? 

Folding her arms across her chest certainly did not hide anything. That bra was amazing in its ability to hold that amount of flesh in position. Each of her breasts, huge and perfect in their own right, formed a glorious cleavage as Anita inadvertently squeezed them together.

Still in that low voice, Anita angrily replied, "You shouldn't be in here. My husband is just outside and he'd kill you if he knew what you were doing."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She didn't scream or tell me to leave, so I pressed on. "I see you've got the black one. You'll have to take that bra off if you're going to try it on." What the fuck was I doing? Still, my balls ached.

Anita stared at me in the mirror. Still in that low voice, "Didn't you hear me? Jim is just outside. He'll kill you if he knows you're in here."

I took a step nearer Anita. I could feel the warmth of her body emanating towards me and I 'm sure she could feel the heat from my cock through my pants. 

Standing just behind her, I said in a low voice "Then we'll have to be quiet." I reached out and touched her bare shoulder. Her skin was soft and smooth and electric. I slowly moved my hand, tracing a path with my fingertip down the back of her arm.

Anita stood there, back to me, in silence. She didn't move or utter one syllable as my hand moved over her arm. 

I reached out and placed my other hand on her shoulder. Slowly, I moved that hand down her other arm. With my hands resting on her elbows, I moved closer still and pressed my hips forward. My cock, as hard as it's ever been, pushed against those two glorious ass cheeks.

All the while, Anita stared at me in that mirror. Her eyes grew big and she drew in a short, quick breadth when she felt the hardness of my cock pressing against her panty-covered ass. 

She said nothing and stood completely motionless, holding that skimpy black dress against her. Still staring at Anita's reflection, I reached around her with my right hand and took hold of the black dress. Slowly, I began to pull it away from her. 

Anita showed very little resistance but still maintained her grip on the garment. I watched for what seemed like an eternity as her arms and dress pulled away, revealing those massive, glorious tits. 

I stood behind Anita just drinking in the reflection of her body. Her nipples were hard and certainly not hidden in the shear material of her bra. I leaned forward and let a slow, hot breadth fall against the side of her neck. Leaning in, I softly kissed her neck.

Anita stood there, motionless as I kissed up and down her neck, my eyes never leaving hers in the reflection of the mirror. Slowly, sooooo slowly, I moved my hands from her elbows to her wrists. 

Pressing against her, we both leaned forward as I placed her hands up against the mirror. We stared at each other in that mirror as I softly kissed her neck. Anita let out a small moan and I smiled to myself.

Letting go of her wrists, I moved my hands to her massive tits. My God, those tits! Those big, beautiful tits I had dreamed of and wanted for so long. I cupped one in each hand. 

I could feel her nipples, hard and stiff, against the fabric of her bra. I slowly squeezed her nipples and Anita moaned again. Slowly, I massaged each massive tit, sooo soft and heavy, so firm to my touch. 

Anita moaned again and involuntarily pressed her ass against my cock. Slowly, she began to rotate her hips, her ass massaging the firmness of my cock. 

Without saying a word, I reached back behind her and unclasped her bra. At least, I tried to. I'd never been with a woman who was as endowed as Anita. Her bra had four clasps and it took me a second or two of fumbling but I finally found the release.  

Sliding her bra down, Anita moved one, then the other hand from the mirror, and let the exhausted garment rest on the floor. Looking at my reflection, she leaned forward and put her hands back on the mirror, letting her massive tits hang down in front of her. She pressed back against me, her ass nuzzling my now almost ready to burst cock.

She was the epitome of sexuality and sensuality and I've never wanted another woman more. Her mouth said nothing while her eyes said everything. I had to have this woman. NOW!

I moved my hands to her hips, to the waistband of her panties. In one motion, I pulled them down slowly over her round hips. The garment fell down her legs and she slowly stepped out of them. 

I knelt down behind her, her magnificent ass to my face. Grabbing a cheek in each hand, I slowly spread her ass. I leaned my face forward and began to lick. I licked slowly up and down, from the top of her crack all the way past her pussy. Up and down, I could hear Anita moan and felt her wiggle as my tongue touched her pussy lips, clit and ass hole.

Slowly, her pussy lips parted. Her lips swelled and I started to suck on them. First one, then the other, pulling on her pussy lips with my mouth. Anita moaned again and wiggled as I pushed my tongue up between them. 

I could taste her wetness on my tongue as she slowly began to ride my mouth. I reached my hand around and slowly began to massage her swelling clit. Pulling back on the hood, Anita bucked as my fingers found her sensitive bud. 

She rode up and down on my tongue, watching in the mirror as I licked her from behind. Faster and harder, Anita rode my face. All of a sudden, she shuddered and began shaking. Her breadth drew in sharply and a burst of fluid splashed my tongue, mouth and cheeks. Anita had just cum from my mouth!

She slowly regained her senses and I stood up behind her. In a flash, I had unbuckled my pants and pushed them to the ground. I grabbed her hips, positioned myself and stared at her in the mirror. 

When she opened her eyes I smiled and pulled her back on my cock. Her wet pussy easily slid over my swollen head and she gasped as my cock stretched her lips. My God, she was warm and soft and wet! She pushed back, taking the length of my cock inside her. She stopped and held me there for a second and I could feel her pussy muscles squeezing my shaft. 

We stared at each other in the mirror as she slowly moved forward and then back again, milking my big cock with her pussy, Anita's massive tits swinging with each of her movements. Her pussy felt like heaven and I knew I didn't have long. 

Just like in my fantasies, I grabbed Anita's hips and began slamming my cock in and out of her. Her pussy lips slid up and down my shaft and my balls slapped up against her with each thrust. 

She began to moan with each deeper penetration. My cockhead brushed up against her pussy walls and for the first time, I found a woman's g-spot. Anita bucked and squirmed, her body dancing lewdly on my cock as she came again. 

And with her orgasm came mine. I held her hips tightly down on me as my cock exploded. My balls shot rope after rope of cum. I lost all sense of time and decorum as I held her there while we both came. Seconds seemed like eternities as our cum ran down her legs and then mine. Slowly, we found each other's eyes in the mirror.

"Wow!" Anita panted breathlessly. All I could do was grin at her, my cock still hard and stiff inside her wet, exhausted pussy. We stood like that for a minute, maybe two, my cock still hard inside her. I didn't want this to end. Staring at each other's reflections, she said to me "Do you think he heard?"

Breathless myself, I muttered, "I don't know. But if he did, he would have come in here, wouldn't he?" Anita smiled back at me, knowing I was right.

"Whew!" she panted. Anita flexed and I could feel her pussy muscles squeezing my cock again. I let out a small moan. Breathless again, she muttered, "Looks like somebody still wants to play." 

She leaned forward and pulled herself off of my cock, even though I kept my hands on her hips. She turned to face me. Her massive tits hung in front of her and jiggled as she leaned towards me. "I think you've wanted to fuck me for some time now, haven't you Billy?"

All I could do was nod in agreement. She reached out and wrapped her slim fingers around the still throbbing shaft of my cock. Anita slowly moved her hand up and down the length, sliding easily with the lubrication of our cum. She looked up and smiled at me, whispering "What else have you wanted from me?"

I stood in front of her as she stroked my cock, looking down as her massive tits moved with the rhythm of her hand. All I could do was groan. She giggled and lowered herself to her knees. 

In one motion, she began licking up and down my shaft in unison to her strokes. Slowly, Anita opened her mouth and looked up at me. Her big blue eyes shone brightly as her tongue flicked and guided the head of my cock into her mouth. 

She wrapped her lips around the shaft and softly began sucking on the head. Anita worked her tongue against the underside of my cock while she sucked and stroked. Her mouth was warm and soft and wet, just like her pussy.

I looked down and saw my cock sliding in out of her mouth, her lips stretched wide around my slick shaft as Anita's massive tits bounced with her movements. She was a master. She worked my cock with her mouth, lips, tongue and hand. 

Each time I thought I'd lose it and begin that inevitable journey past the point of no return, Anita would change up. A flick here or there, a squeeze here, something different to create new sensations and build the pleasure all over again. 

She pulled her mouth off of my cock, lifted it up with her hand and slowly licked my balls. She gently sucked one then the other into her mouth. I thought my cock would bust from the pleasure.

Just then, she pulled up off of my cock and looked up at me. "I know what else you've always want from me," she whispered. She knelt forward and lifted a massive tit in each hand. She wrapped her glorious, full tits around my cock and began to slide up and down. 

It felt like heaven in her warm cleavage as she tit fucked me. One stroke, then another, and another. And then the explosion from my balls. 




Retirement Party Dress



Rope after rope of warm cum splashed across Anita's tits, neck, cheek and face. My legs quivered as each wave of pleasure shot through me. I placed one hand on the wall to steady myself as I pumped the last drop of cum on her incredible tits.

I stood in front of her, breathless, looking down at the pool of cum on her tits. The last of my adolescent fantasies come to fruition! 

Quickly, I looked around for a rag to help clean up but, being the 20 year old I was, I had not thought that far in advance. So, making do with what we had, I grabbed the red dress and let Anita wipe herself up. 

Fortunately, the dress was just big enough. I quickly dressed and made my exit as Anita found her things. I made my way back through to the other side of the store. I exited just as Anita emerged from the hallway.

"There you are," Jim said to her. "I thought you'd be in there forever. Don't I get to see you in the dresses?" he asked disappointedly. Thinking we had pulled it off, I made me way over to them.

"Well then, what did you think Mrs. Patterson?" I asked.

Jim looked at me, "Are you alright? You seem a bit winded." His eye shot up and I began to sense I was in danger.

"I was just stacking those boxes in back. Just a little winded, that's all," I said as I stared straight at him.

Jim was quiet for a second and then shook his head, "Sheesh, kids today. When I was your age I could go all day." I did all I could not to burst out laughing right in front of him. He just shook his head again and turned to his wife, "No fashion show for me?" he asked in mock disappointment.

Anita held up the black dress to him and said, "No, I don't think so. I like the black one but you really don't want to see me in that red one." 

The sight of Anita using that red dress to wipe my cum from her tits flashed through my mind. She'd look even more fuckable now that the dress was streaked with my cum.

"I was really hoping to see you in that red one honey. I think Billy here was hoping for that as well," Jim replied as he turned to face me.

"As long as you're happy Mrs. Patterson," I said back. 

Anita smiled at me and said "Oh, I'm very satisfied Billy." They turned and made their way toward the checkout counter.

Jim said over his shoulder "Say hi to your Dad Billy." I waved goodbye and smiled. I thought of my cum most assuredly dripping from her wet pussy as she walked away in that sundress with her husband.



Retirement Present for a Trucker



Truckers Retirement Present

Hello again. Here is another one of my Rest Stop Adventures. I hope you enjoy it.

*****

I was on my way home from a night of partying and I decided to stop at my favorite Rest Stop and have some fun. I pulled into my regular spot and looked around the lot to see how many people were there. The car parking had three cars in it and the truck area was fairly full. I took my blouse and skirt off and started my walk along the woods to get back to the entrance of the Rest Area. 

It was already pretty dark out so I wasn't worried about being seen from anyone in the car lot. I started walking along the front of the trucks and there were a few drivers that I could see sitting doing paperwork or something and I'd wave at them let them get a quick look at me and then move along down the row. I got about half way across the lot when I felt the urge to go potty. 

I walked over towards the building to the truckers entrance and peeked inside to see if anyone was there and lucky no one was. I slipped in the door and headed into the ladies room. There was no one in the ladies room either so I went and took care of business. As I was about to walk out and older woman came walking in, she was wearing a pull over blouse with jeans, her hair was starting to grey and she was wearing glasses but she still looked pretty good for her age which I guessed was in her early to mid sixties.

"OH MY! What happen to your cloths dear?"

I looked at her and smiled 'Nothing happen to them I left them in my car and had to go to the bathroom."

"So you usually walk around naked in stockings and heels?"

I laughed "Well no not usually. Actually I'm an exhibitionist and yes I do like walking and driving around without any cloths on flashing people and truckers." 

She laughed "My husband is not going to believe me when I tell him. He's been a truck driver for forty years and is getting ready to retire. In all those years he has never been flashed or seen a lot lizard and here I walk into a bathroom at a rest area and find a woman that likes flashing truckers and he's going to miss it. We've been married for fifty years come tomorrow and he finally decided to retire and get out of the truck this is his last run then we go home. This is a combination retirement and wedding anniversary celebration that we are having."

"WOW! Fifty years of married that's so sweet and you know about woman flashing drivers and such?"

"Oh yes, I been in the truck with him for the last twenty years and I've heard everything over the CB along with stories he has told me and other drivers. All about the lot lizards, those are what they call the hookers that hang out at truck stops and about woman who drive along the freeway and flash their tits and pussy at them. I've even flashed a few drivers myself and we've had our naughty times where we had others join in but that was when we were younger days. These younger drivers aren't going to want to have sex with some old woman." She laughed.

"Well for an old woman you look pretty dammed good."

"That's so nice of you to say dear." And she gave me hug.

Then she excused herself and went to bathroom. I got to thinking to myself about what she had told me. She seemed like such a nice woman and fifty years of marriage was something really to be proud of not to mention forty years of her husband driving truck and never getting flashed I felt sorry for him. So I decided to give them an anniversary/retirement going away present. When she came out of the bathroom I explained my plan to her. What I would do is go over by their truck and she would get him to go outside to check the truck and let him find me. 

"Are you sure you want to do this dear?"

"Yes I'm sure. I would like to give you and your husband this going away present."

"OH god he's going to love this so much. It's really going to make him happy."

We gave each other a hug and she made sure no one was around so I could get out of the bathroom, then I had her point out her truck to me. I explained to her to give me a few minutes before sending him out so I could get into position. I watched and waited until she got inside and no one was looking. Than I walked over to the truck and stood between the tractor and trailer on the drivers side of the truck. It wasn't long before I heard the door to the truck open and could hear him climbing down. My pussy started to tingle with excitement and then he came into view and saw me. He was a good looking older man and still had a decent build on him. He Had a shirt on that was not buttoned, a pair of boxer shorts and sandals.

"What the hell?"

I smiled at him and said "Hi."

"What's wrong dear?"

"There's a naked woman standing out here."

"A what?

I heard the door of the truck opening up and the woman started climbing down and she was now wearing a bathrobe

"There's a naked woman here standing on the side of the truck honest she's right here."

The woman walked over by us "You mean after all these years you finally got to see a naked woman outside your truck?"

"Yes look she's right here." And he pointed at me.

"She's a beautiful one too isn't she?"

"Yeah she's a hot one."

The whole time they were talking I just stood there swaying side to side letting him get a good look at me. I could tell he was enjoying the view because I could see his cock growing inside his boxers and so could his wife.

"I can tell you like her because your cock is growing." She reached down and squeezed his cock through his boxers and looked over at me. "What do you think? Think he likes looking at you?"

I smiled and walked towards them. "Yes I think he's really enjoying looking at me." Then I reached out and rubbed his crotch.

Driver "OH SHIT!!"

We both started laughing and she leaned in and gave him a big kiss. He had a confused look on his face trying to figure out what was going on. Then his wife told him the story of how she and I met and the plan we came up with. He was happy but still seemed a bit disappointed that it was all a setup.

"So it was just a setup?"

"Yes but it was her idea."

"Yes it was my idea and she gave me permission to do what I am going to do."

They both looked at me as I knelt down and pulled out his cock. He looked over at his with and she smiled and nodded her head in approval. I began licking his cock then slipped my lips over the head of his cock and down his shaft. He let out a grown and I felt his hands on the side of my head as he started fucking my mouth. His wife leaned in opened her robe revealing that she was naked underneath showing her hairy pussy and held her robe open covering us so no one would see what we were doing. She gave him a kiss and then he started sucking on her nipple. I was twisting my mouth over his shaft letting him enjoy fucking my mouth and I reached over and rubbed her clit. She let out a gasp and they both looked down at what I was doing.

He went back to sucking her nipple as I slid two fingers into her wet pussy. I finger fucked her deep swirling them inside her as he continued fucking my mouth. I could taste his cum and knew he wouldn't last much longer. I was rubbing her clit with my thumb letting my fingers slide in and out of her and then I felt hot streams of cum hitting the back of my throat. His cock pulsed and jerked as the last of his cum filled my mouth. I held some of his cum in my mouth stood up and kissed his wife so she could taste her husband on my lips. MY fingers never left her pussy as I did and then I guided her back onto the stairs of the truck so she could sit down. Than I knelt between her legs and started sucking on her clit still fingering her wet pussy. I could taste her juices flowing into my mouth as I drank them in.

She laughed and said "Someone is hard again."

We turned and looked and her husband and he was standing there stroking his cock watching us. I had her stand up and her husband sit in her place. 

"Go head and sit on him backwards so he can fuck you."

She lowered herself down onto his cock and he started thrust up into her pussy. I knelt back down in front of them and started licking his balls and sucking sucking her clit. He reached around and was squeezing her tits as he thrust up even harder. She was moaning loudly as she got sucked and fucked so I stood up and kissed her deeply letting my one hand caress her tit as my other hand rubbed his cock and her pussy. He was fucking her faster and she she was panting hard. She started to shake and her juices started squirting out over his cock and on my hand. He was thrusting up inside her and help her down onto his cock tight as he filled her pussy with her cum. Once he was done I knelt back down sucked his cock dry and licked her clean.

After that they thanked me for such a nice present and we all hugged and I gave them each a kiss. He put his cock back into his boxers and she closed her robe and they walked me back to my car. They again thank me turned and went back to their truck arm in arm.

*****

I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to writing more for you.



Retirement Sucks



Tyll sighed heavily as the portal collapsed. He trudged towards the temple, fully robed and masked, the Kephomeh's summons in hand. Vrema snuffled him in concern, pacing him. Tyll stroked her neck and murmured. "He's going to make me retire. I know it."

She heaved a smoky sigh. Tyll retiring meant she retired. She imaged Tyll surrounded by children and herself with a foal. There was longing associated with the thought of a foal. Tyll tugged on her forelock. "Go find yourself a nice stallion, then, my dear. I have to go face S'Lienst."

She whinnied in delight and imaged Varn. Tyll laughed. "He's a handsome one. Good choice!" She accompanied him to the building, gave his face a quick goodbye nuzzle, galloped off and translated. Tyll trudged inside now. He delayed the inevitable by entering the nave and enjoying the Fall of Night service.

When the rite ended, Tyll finally headed for the Kephomeh's office. His steps tended to drag. He kept getting distracted and sidetracked. So many people to say hello to, so many things to look at, so many mastigi to feed... he ended up with fifty of the little lizards clinging to him.

Tyll stepped into the Kephi wing and gently shoo'ed his passengers. "The Kephomeh is waiting for you," a novice said and politely ushered Tyll in the correct direction.

"I'm sure he is," said Tyll glumly. He allowed the poor novice to usher him, then paused to nod to a fellow. "S'Pajel, when did you get back?"

"Not long ago. I heard the news that you were recalled," Pajel replied. Tyll's recall had been a secret, but Pajel was a top ranked Kephi and found things out. 

Tyll spread his hands. "And here I am. How did your last mission go?" asked Tyll, procrastinating.

"We both know what this is about," Pajel said, brushing aside Tyll's question. "Sun's hells, the novices know what this is about. Look on the night side, you'll have time with your children."

"I just can't abide the idea of sitting around doing nothing," muttered Tyll.

Pajel laughed. "Have you not spent time with your family lately? Sitting around and doing nothing is far from the description of your home!" Pajel and the novice combined forces to herd the recalcitrant Tyll to the Kephomeh's office door.

"Okay, you have a point there," said Tyll after a moment's thought. He sighed and caved in. "Well, here we go."

"And I want you to tell me all about this 'Valer' when you get out," Pajel said. 

"Has everyone heard?" asked Tyll in surprise.

"You wound me," Pajel said. "You think I wouldn't find out? But yes, everyone knows."

Tyll shook his head in bemusement and walked into the Kephomeh's office. "You wanted to see me?" he asked.

The Kephomeh had waited patiently. He had all the reports in front of him. He picked each one up rather pointedly before putting it down. That way Tyll could see each of them. All were about his retirement, from different priests, some from the same sect, some from others. The ones from the Therrai were prominent. Tyll had suffered two heart attacks while in Koilatha. There was no way the Kephine could avoid taking the trainer's job now. Tyll studiously ignored the reports.

"S'Tyll, you have always been one of the best," the Kephomeh said.

"I still am one of the best," replied Tyll.

"Always did things in the best way. And this is no exception. Not one but two heart attacks!"

"Anything worth doing once is worth repeating?"

"Was it worth doing?" The Kephomeh waved Liast's report about.

"It wasn't very fun," Tyll admitted.

"Think of the night side," the Kephomeh blithely repeated Pajel's comment unknowingly, "You'll have a lot more time to spend with your children."

Tyll sucked on his lower lip for a moment. "How about this. You spend three nights with the horde and then tell me what you think of that idea."

The Kephomeh laughed. "Is that why S'Avetina's short temper is legendary? Oh no, I raised my children. And survived. Barely." He once again pointedly tapped the reports. "But I have an offer. You don't want to retire. Think of your talents. What else could you do?"

"I could take a court bard position," said Tyll. "In Koilatha, perhaps. Or Katasky."

The Kephomeh blew out his breath. "What part of no field work did you not understand? Here, in Okyro! What can you do where you can use your talents and still see your children...for part of the night..."

"I could teach," Tyll finally said. "Or I could spy on the Ekli. They always bear watching."

The Kephomeh looked skyward. "Oh, if only I could spy on the Ekli. But the punishment load of paperwork when they caught us would be sure to kill you. Let's go with the teaching."

"How many acolytes?" asked Tyll, resigned.

"I promised Ave that I wouldn't overburden you...uhm, not that we talked about this..oh no... I mean, I'm sure she wouldn't want me to overburden you. Two acolytes."

"Just two?" Tyll was annoyed. If he had to train, fine, but let him train. Two? That was a joke. Four was normal.

"Three then. So Ave doesn't fry me...or you, and claim it is good for your heart."

Tyll tapped his fingers on his belt, then nodded. "Very well, three trainees. I don't suppose you have some ready to enter training?"

The Kephomeh picked up three files. "Yes, right here. S'Pajel helped pick them out."

Tyll accepted the files. "If you don't mind, sir, I'll use one of the empty cells to look these over."

"Feel free, feel free." The Kephomeh sighed in relief. Mission accomplished and the formidable mage should be pleased.

Tyll headed out of the office and nodded to Pajel again. He wondered why being around the younger Kephi always made him feel horny. "You were right," he told Pajel.

"You doubted me?" Pajel put a hand over his heart. 

"No, I just thought I'd be able to talk him out of it again." Tyll had managed to win the retirement argument in the past.

"Now, come with me. We have much wine to consume and you must debrief me in detail." Pajel's grin was a winning one and Tyll tucked the files under his arm and let Pajel lead him off.

Pajel chose the tavern that he and Tyll often frequented during those all-too-brief times when Tyll was home. Tyll's memories of the place were vaguely pleasant. It was one that had private dining rooms, catering to eclectic tastes and a fanatic desire for privacy. It was the sort of tavern the Kephi liked, because it meant they could remove their masks.

This dining room was tiny, meant for only two or four. Instead of seats, there was a padded bench that encircled two thirds of the table. Tyll nodded in approval, set the files down, and stripped off his mask. "I suppose I no longer have to wear this," he muttered.

Pajel stripped down to his thin silk undershirt and silk pants. "Get more comfortable," he urged.

Tyll agreed with that. "Summer already," he said as the heavy belt was removed. He peeled off his gloves and tunic next, leaving the thin undershirt. Tyll offered his occasional lover a crooked grin. "Tell me about my new trainees. S'Lienst said you picked them?"

"No, no, no." Pajel waggled a finger at him. "Tell me about the Valer first." He scooted close to Tyll, so that their legs touched.

Tyll shivered in delight at the contact. "Yes, the Valer." He told Pajel everything he knew, in the detail of a trained observer. He didn't notice the control spell threading through him, waking up at the touch of its creator, causing him to speak of things that should have been left private.

"Ah, so he turned you down?" Pajel's lips twitched in amusement, a mirror of Rak when he said that comment, but inside he rejoiced.

"He eventually gave in," said Tyll. "I enjoyed bending over for his magnificent cock." His legs spread wide at Pajel's silent suggestion, the laces of his thin pants inexplicably having become undone.

"I imagine no one can resist you for long," Pajel said. "Did he stress your heart too much?" He ran a hand down Tyll's thigh.

"No, he was very careful," admitted Tyll. "He means well, and tries hard, but he's not very experienced, and he's not at all familiar with more sophisticated pleasures. S'Rak's need for pain really disturbed him. But his size, natural dominance, and raw talent make up for a lot. Mostly his size."

Pajel leaned close to Tyll. "Do you miss those sophisticated pleasures?" he whispered.

"I do," murmured Tyll. "Oh, I do."

"And your heart?" Pajel rubbed between those spread legs, further loosening the laces. He reached into Tyll's pants and took the firm shaft into his hand. He pumped it.

"Healed," said Tyll. "Which is why this retirement is so unfair." He moaned in enjoyment of what Pajel was doing and pulled off his undershirt. Tyll's nipple rings were a match for Rak's. They were Pajel's mark of ownership, though his slaves believed them to be their own idea, to enhance their pleasure during foreplay. Only when Pajel was training his slaves did they remember the real reason they wore the rings.

"You won't be going to waste, slave," Pajel consoled as he tugged on the rings. He quickly attached weights and a connecting chain. "Go ask the innkeeper to prepare you, and get us a room."

"Yes, master, that's a good idea," said Tyll. "Thank you, master." His mind muddled from Pajel's control, he didn't think anything of going out into the taproom topless and with his pants unlaced and showing his bulging assets. This was Okyro, so nobody said a word, although there were many smirks and low chuckles. The innkeeper looked him over as he approached. "I need to be prepared," said Tyll, "and I need reserve a room."

The innkeeper tugged on the nipple chain. "Come with me," he commanded. He led Tyll into a bare closet behind the bar. He had Tyll strip down, then bent the man over and chained his wrists to manacles set into the floor. A large woman bustled in with a heavy, sloshing bag with a flexible tube attached to the bottom. She hung the bag on a hook and the innkeeper pushed the tube into Tyll's rectum. He released the clamp on the tube once it was well seated, then stroked Tyll's upturned cheeks. "Good, slave. We'll make you nice and clean for your master and his friends."

Tyll groaned in pain as the contents of the bag emptied into his bowels. After a while, the innkeeper clamped the tube again and pulled it out. He waited, still stroking Tyll's ass, until the slave's whimpers took on a note of real desperation. Then he guided the slave into a squatting position, careful to stay out of the splash zone. Once the liquid stopped flowing, the innkeeper pulled Tyll back up and reinserted the tube. Tyll said, "Please don't."

The innkeeper released the clamp. "I can't send you out uncleansed. We always do this twice, so stop complaining. Do you want me to tell your master that you didn't behave?"

"No, please, I'll behave, I promise." Tyll tried not to groan as his bowels were refilled.

Pleased with his capitulation, the innkeeper stroked Tyll's ass some more. He was looking forward to his turn with the slave. Pajel always shared this one, and the woman when he brought her. Once the second enema was completed, the innkeeper rinsed Tyll's legs to remove any stray splashes, and inserted the horse-hair flogger with the phallus shaped handle. Once the tail was in place, he released the manacles and led Tyll back out to the taproom. He attached a key to the nipple chain, said, "Room five," and swatted Tyll's bare ass to get him moving.

Tyll went back to the private booth, every step making his tail sway, calling attention to his firm, perky rear end. This time, people boldly stroked him as he went by. He returned to Pajel, who showed no sign of impatience, and knelt at his feet. "Room five, master," he said, not looking up.

Pajel stroked Tyll's face one handed. "Are you clean, my slave?" he asked, like he couldn't see the tail.

"Yes, master," replied Tyll. 

Pajel stood up. "Let's go." He threw gold on the table.

Tyll immediately headed for the room, leaving his belongings behind. Remembering his previous training now, Tyll stopped in the middle of the room and put his hands behind his neck and spread his legs open for Pajel's inspection.

Pajel stroked Tyll until he could almost see the man's heart beating out of his chest. "Please stop," moaned Tyll when he couldn't take it any longer.

Pajel squeezed his penis, hard. Tyll cried out, bucking under Pajel's hand on his shaft. "You don't order me, slave," Pajel commanded. "On your knees."

Tyll dropped to his knees, looking up at him. "I'm sorry, master," he said.

"Pleasure me, and put every effort into it!" Pajel wanted Tyll sucking hard. That increased the load on a heart. Tyll eagerly took Pajel into his mouth, anxious to prove that he hadn't meant to order his master about. He really did know better. Pajel smiled but was well able to restrain himself until he saw sweat dripping down Tyll's brow. Tyll sucked as hard as he could. He licked Pajel's balls with a will during the brief breaks he had to take.

After nearly half an hour, Pajel permitted himself to climax. Tyll swallowed what he could, and the rest decorated his face and upper chest. He wasn't nearly as good at catching it as Rak was, and Pajel liked it that way.

"Onto the couch," Pajel gestured to the piece of equipment.

Tyll jumped up. "Oh, master, thank you!" he exclaimed. He leaped for the couch.

Pajel tied him tightly, keeping the arms over his head to increase his heart's workload. Then he stroked Tyll, fingering his opening, but not entering. Tyll writhed, moaning. But he didn't beg.

"Slave, you are not asking properly." Pajel struck Tyll's penis with the flat of his palm.

Tyll cried out, "More, master, please!" With a smile, Pajel alternating between slapping Tyll's face and his genitals until both glowed a rosy red color. Tyll was panting in lust. "Please use me, master," he moaned. The fires burned so bad.

Pajel felt his pulse. It was rapid. He pushed into Tyll with no lubrication, feeling the older man tear. He thrust forward, leaning all his weight into it, until he was buried in Tyll to the base of his cock.

Tyll shrieked, but he still pushed back into Pajel. "Thank you, master!" His body reacted to the injury, flushing the older man with adrenaline. Tyll's body was trembling as he worked in counterpoint to Pajel. His breaths came in short gasping bursts.

Pajel came faster than he would have liked, but he had to admit that he rode the old man hard. He wiped himself with Tyll's long hair, tucked himself away, and whispered into Tyll's ear. "I have some friends in need. You want to help my friends, don't you, slave?" He fondled Tyll as he spoke.

Tyll groaned but said, "Yes, master. I want to please you. Please let me help your friends." Pajel cast another burn spell and opened the door. There was a line of waiting men.

Everyone knew that when Pajel reserved room five, he'd be sharing. The customers were eager tonight. It had been months since Pajel had brought in a slave. "I haven't bloodied him yet," Pajel said. "You know the rules. Nothing that nightflames can't cure. Two at a time.Keep him full on both ends."

Male laughter greeted that pronouncement and Tyll was quickly filled. Pajel crossed his arms and leaned against the wall to watch. How wonderful that his slave would be waiting here in Okyro whenever he wished. A third man picked up the horsehair flogger and amused himself by punishing Tyll's cock and balls.

"Hey! No lubrication!" Pajel chastised a newcomer.

The man's eyes widened. "No? Really?" He grinned.

Pajel shook his head. "Who's the largest here? I want to see who can tear my slave the widest!"

Penises were promptly compared. A giant of a man with wild curly hair proved the winner. He showed Pajel his weapon and asked, "May I?"

"Fast! Fast!" Pajel said and the men took up the chant. The giant adjusted Tyll's position, restrapping his limbs to angle the body for maximum penetration. Then he sunk in to the hilt in one smooth motion. The men cheered as blood spurted. The giant set the fast, hard rhythm in time with the chanting.

Tyll cried out, and promptly had another cock thrust down his throat. "Don't let him breathe until giant comes!" Pajel ordered the man who was inside Tyll's mouth.

The man laughed and tilted Tyll's head back, gliding into Tyll's throat and occluding the airway. Tyll choked as seed spurted down his throat. Another cock entered before the previous one could be pulled out. Tyll gagged over the double penetration, but then the spent one was removed.

Giant shouted as he came, spilling his seed deep inside Tyll, who shrieked around the mouthful of cock. The man came and Tyll choked more. Pajel motioned for the man to exit. He didn't want his slave to die. Tyll gasped for air.

A pair of twins stepped up, "Let us double penetrate him." Together, they were wider than the giant. 

"I'd like to see that," Pajel said. He wondered about the geometry of that. The twins showed him how it was done. Tyll's noises were beyond amusing.

By now, Tyll was coated with the seed of many men. His thighs were coated with blood. Pajel cast another burn spell as Tyll flagged. Tyll cried out in anguish and renewed need. His chest was heaving, he was dripping with sweat, he was pale... Pajel admired his handiwork.

"Who can beat the twins?" Pajel wondered. "It's not often that I'm shown something new."

Everyone shook their heads. "Can't top that," said the innkeeper. "I'd still like to use him, unless you think he's done in for the night."

"One last one," Pajel said graciously. "There's still tomorrow after all." The other men filed out, chatting about their wonderful time.

The inkeeper thanked him and penetrated. "Ah," he sighed. "Very nice, even stretched wide." The man used Tyll slowly, but with long, deep strokes. He chatted about the weather, the price of grain, and how business was doing with Pajel, who had moved to Tyll's mouth.

Pajel absently checked Tyll's pulse. It was still hammering away. His slave was still pale. That was enough for Pajel to climax. He had taught the old fool. Tyll licked the sweat off his balls. "Thank you, master," he said. Pajel insisted on being thanked every time he gave Tyll his seed, since it was a gift.

The innkeeper climaxed with a grunt. He nodded to Pajel, exited the slave, closed his pants and left. Tyll continued to lick Pajel's cock and balls since the man hadn't told him to stop, or moved away. It was the little touches of humiliation that made slave training so satisfying. Pajel allowed him to do this for ten full minutes, just enjoying the sensation of Tyll's tongue. "That's a good slave," Pajel said. "You may stop now. You need a bath. Even if you are human latrine, you don't have to smell like one."

"Yes, master, thank you, master," panted Tyll. He waited for Pajel to release him. Once he could get up, he slid to the floor and crawled to the bathroom. He couldn't stand or his vision would darken.

Pajel walked along behind him, smirking at the added humiliation, but also concerned that maybe they'd overdone it. He called nightflames and cast them on his slave. The blood and seed were consumed and the flames flared higher. They healed the welts, the bruises, the anal tearing.

Pajel sighed. He would have liked to have left some damage, but it was too risky. But Tyll didn't appear to have been used at all now, so once they were in the bath, and Tyll was washed up, Pajel positioned him on his hands and knees and used him quickly. He had to have the right smell, and there had to be evidence of vanilla sex, before he could take Tyll to the healers, all concerned. But he'd be damned if he'd use the slave in any way that wasn't purely dominating, hence the position.

They walked out together and Pajel stopped confusing Tyll's mind. The memories of what just happened vanished, replaced by a vague recollection of simple consensual sex. "I'm taking you to S'Roan," Pajel said. "Don't even protest!" He was all concerned friend.




Retirement Sucks



"My chest hurts," admitted Tyll. "I didn't think we were that strenuous."

"I'm so sorry," Pajel hung his head. 

Tyll kissed his cheek. "Don't be, it wasn't your fault. Isn't your fault that I'm getting old. I enjoy sharing myself with you, you know." In Tyll's mind, he had Pajel had a fully consenting, reciprocal relationship.

"I'm afraid I'm not as, uh, bland, as your Valer." Pajel sighed.

"I like that about you," said Tyll. He winked. "But I'm feeling better. I don't think we need to trouble the Therrai."

Pajel frowned. "Oh no you don't. You are not getting out of seeing S'Roan!! I'll tell Ave if I have to!" He crossed his arms on his chest. It was the ultimate threat. Tyll pouted a little, but he stopped trying to get out of it.

The acolyte ushered in the two Kephi. Pajel made a point of saying that S'Tyll needed to be seen. The acolyte bowed and said, "I'll fetch S'Roan."

S'Roan's examination was brief. "Not a heart attack. Probably angina." He gave Tyll a pouch of little tablets. "If the symptoms recur, place one tab under your tongue." S'Roan looked at Pajel with suspicion. "Did you stress him?"

Pajel looked repentant. "I tried not to."

Tyll blushed. "It was the fires," he said. Roan knew the secret. He was the one who'd diagnosed the problem, years ago.

The healer frowned. "And we've made no progress in breaking them. I think the Bitch Goddess herself made that sundamned potion."

"She surely profits from it," growled Tyll.

"That's it, it feeds her power. And She wouldn't give up one shred of power. If only we could drag Si'Yeni into the fight. It takes a female to bring one down."

"Perhaps S'Rak's Valer can champion the cause," said Tyll. He thanked Roan and headed out. He took Pajel's hand and said, "Will you come to dinner?"

"Are you sure? Don't you want some time alone with Ave and your children?" Pajel demurred. He hated that witch. And the noisy brats gave him a headache.

"Ave misses you," cajoled Tyll. She didn't, really, and they both knew that.

"You have a nice dinner with Ave, and once the children are in bed, I'll come over for wine and sweets."

"That sounds good," agreed Tyll.



Retirement Surprise



"It's about time to get ready to go isn't it?" Tom asked.

"For the last time, I don't want to go. You know I don't know anyone who will be there and I really don't want to spend the whole night trying to talk to people who I don't know. They're your friends, why don't you just go without me?" Julia whined.

Tom sighed and turned to his wife. He said, "Honey, I've told you and told you it's a welcome home party and I want you to meet the gang I grew up with. After all, most of them are still my friends and we will be socializing with them from now on. Now please just change and let's go. After all, you met and socialized with hundreds of people you didn't know when you were running your business. What's the difference now? I know you can do it. I sure went to a lot of functions with you where I knew no one or very few of the people. Now come on."

"Oh, all right but you owe me big time buster."

Tom was excited about the party they were going to that evening. It was going to be his first big get together with his old friends and acquaintances since he and Julia had sold their businesses and moved back home to Missouri. He had sold a large computer servicing company in LA and his wife had sold her large catering business. They made millions between the two sales and decided to move back to the Midwest where they had grown up. He was more interested in the move than she had been-perhaps because she had grown up several hours away from where they were planning to settle now. They had enough investments to never have to work again and planned to travel extensively. The children were both in college and there was nothing to hold them back now. All they had to do was find a home to purchase, move in and start traveling. Tom's dreams had come true.

Tom had been in the local coffee shop for his morning coffee about a week after they had returned home when he met one of his best friends from high school. When Jerry found out Tom and Julia had moved back to town and were looking for a home he became excited. "Oh, man. With you back in town the whole graduating class will live within driving distance. We can get together and golf, fish and party like we used to cant we? Damn, I've gotta tell the guys. Why haven't you called us yet?" They talked a little more then exchanged numbers. Two days later Jerry called inviting them to the welcome home party they had been discussing.

When Julia came down stairs Tom stood and stared. Her beauty always excited him and tonight was no exception. She was in the proverbial little red dress and she was so beautiful it took his breath away. He moved to her and gave her a gentle kiss then he led her down the hallway and out the door to their car. His parents didn't even come out of the den when they left. They continued watching one of their favorite reality shows on TV.

The party was in full swing when they arrived-fashionably late of course. Julia made it a point to never arrive at a party until at least thirty minutes after it had started. That little quirk always annoyed Tom but he had learned to put up with it. She needed to make her grand entrance and this evening was no exception. She lit up like a Christmas tree when they entered the front room of Jerry's home and people began to notice them. The conversational noise reduced by several decibels as they entered. Everyone in the room stopped and watched as Jerry greeted them and turned to face the room.

Jerry stood beside Tom and Julia and shouted, "OK everyone, the guests of honor are finally here. I know most of you know ole Tom here since we went to school with him. Of course since he married after he left town probably not many of you know this beautiful lady with him. This is Julia, Tom's wife of 23 years. They met in Columbia at Mizzou and he decided he would rather marry her than a hometown girl. Now, let's party and renew old acquaintances and everyone meet and get to know Julia."

Jerry lowered his voice and said, "Come on guys, the bar and snacks are out on the patio." He led the two through the house and onto the patio where he got them their requested drinks. Tom and Julia roamed through the crowd visiting. Finally Julia decided to find the bathroom and left Tom. He was standing beside the bar when he heard shouting and looked up. Perhaps his best friend in high school and college was waving at him as he rushed toward where Tom stood.

When Stan walked up to Tom he had a huge smile on his face. After a hand shake and quick man hug they stood back and began catching up on their lives. Stan was standing looking toward the house as he talked animatedly to Tom. All at once his face went white and he said, "Shit, what's she doing here?"

Tom looked where he was staring and saw Julia talking with two other women. One was Jerry's wife Darlene and he didn't know the other one so he asked, "Who's that? What's the problem Stan?"

"Crap, I used to party with that skank out in LA whenever the company had management meetings. Jesus, I wonder who in the hell brought her all the way out here and what the deal is. Shit, if Janice or some of the other wives ever find out about her..."

"What's her name Stan and how do you know it's the woman you know from LA? I seem to recognize her but I don't know from where. That's my wife there with them. You need to meet Julia anyway why don't I have her come over and meet you then we can see if she can tell us about her. Or maybe Jerry's wife knows her."

"NO! Don't draw her attention. We'll mosey over there as soon as that Black headed skank moves on. Surely Darlene or Beverly can tell us the skinny. Christ could that skank fuck. She ran the catering company we used and she and her girls would entertain the men after the meal for a little-oh, hell, a lot extra. Crystal there charged $2500 a night or $500 a pop. She was worth every penny of it and more. Even at those prices she always turned men away. She would never hurry a John but limited herself to five separate men, any combination. She wouldn't stay much past 9:30 because she said she had to get back to her husband. Christ, sometimes she would let us make her airtight and could wear out five or six of us by herself. I don't know what she made for catering but just the entertainment fees probably made her rich."

Tom felt his eyes get big and his stomach lurched when Stan began talking about his times in LA. He looked at Stan in shock and said, "What? Uh, are you sure? I mean.."

Stan looked at Tom then said, "Hey ole buddy. What's the problem? You don't look too good all at once?"

Tom looked at Stan and grabbed his arm. He pulled him over to two unoccupied chairs and collapsed into one. He felt like he was panting, he was having trouble seeing. Finally he licked his lips and said, "Stan are you talking about the woman in the red dress?"

Stan stood a moment longer then sat beside Tom as he said, "Hell yes, who else could I be talking about? Hell, we know all the other women that were standing there. Most of them have never been out of the state for more than a short vacation with their husbands. Why, do you know her too?"

Tom licked his lips once more then said, "Stan, are you positive about what you just said? Do you have any proof?"

"Well, yeah, shit I fucked her three or four times a year for over ten years. I guess I know her. When Margie divorced me they had PI surveillance from California in part of the evidence. I'm pretty sure Crystal was one of the women they have in the report but I'm not sure now it's been so long. As for proof, hell, do you think I'm crazy? Shit, I'm a married man. Do you think I'd have anything like that lying around? What's the big deal anyway?"

"Crap," said Tom. "Stan that woman is my wife Julia. She owned and operated Crystal's Catering for over 15 years. She just sold it when we decided to retire and move back home. I almost had to divorce her to get her to quit. I just...I just can't believe...But you know, she would never, but never let me see her or make love to her the nights she catered a big do. She always said she was just so exhausted...FUCK!"

Stan was looking at his friend in shock as he saw him wilt before his eyes. Finally he said, "Damn Man. I'm sorry. I just didn't know and..."

The two friends sat in silence watching Julia as she moved from group to group working the crowd. Tom noticed she seemed to pay a lot more attention to the men than to the women and after what Stan had told him he began to worry and think. Damn, what should he do? If he confronted Julia she would get angry and he would be in a world of hurt but if she had been a whore...SHIT, SHIT, SHIT. What should, what could he do?

Stan sat with Tom and stared off into the distance for a while. Finally he said, "Hey Tom. You know I might be able to help you after all. A couple of the big wigs from the LA office always had camera's and video equipment at the meetings. Let me do some checking around and see what I can come up with. Hell, if they had some pictures I might get them to send me some of them. Hell, I can even tell them I think Crystal is back here and I want to see the pictures to see if it is her before I meet with her. I can tell them if it is her I want to use her to cater our meetings here from now on. Would that be OK with you?"

Tom just looked at Stan and nodded his head 'yes'.

Needless to say the rest of the evening was a total bust for Tom. Finally it got late enough he felt they could go home without raising too many questions and he rounded up Julia. When she saw him she asked, "Tom, what's the matter? Don't you feel well? You look like hell."

Tom replied, "No Julie I have felt worse and worse as the evening went on. I just want to get home and get to bed."

Over the next several days it was all Tom could do to be civil to Julie. He knew he had to try and act naturally but it was so hard. Doubt and fear were eating at his guts until he had trouble keeping food down. He was angry with Julia several times and blew innocent statements from her and his parents out of proportion. He would make angry comments then he had to apologize.

Finally, the Friday after the party Stan called. "Hey Tom. Why don't you come out to the country club tomorrow and play a round of golf. A bunch of us usually get together Saturday mornings and we would like to have you become one of the regulars. I have some things I need to talk to you about and I have some of those old pictures we discussed at the party."

Tom felt his stomach lurch once again but knew he had to know for sure. "OK buddy. Is 930 OK?"

Julia came into the room as he was verifying the time and asked, "Is 930 OK for what honey?"

Tom looked up at her and said, "Stan and some of the guys want me to come out to the club in the morning and play a round or two of golf. I told him I would. That's OK isn't it?"

Julia smiled and said, "Of course honey. You used to play all the time. I know how you must miss it. I'll be fine here with your mother."

When Tom arrived at the club he found Stan in the lounge waiting for him. After the pleasantries were out of the way he handed Tom a large UPS shipping box. "I'm sorry Tom but...Well, I looked at these pictures when I received them Friday and it's Julie. I have thirty or forty prints and there is three DVD's. Those guys made movies of several of the parties and watched them. Hell, some of them are almost professional quality. I got horny...OH, Shit. I'm sorry..."

Tom raised his hand and made a throw away gesture then shook his head. He clenched his teeth then said, "Hell, not your fault I married a whore. I just can't believe she managed to work like that and I didn't know. Hell, I know I traveled a lot and she worked a lot of nights but damn. I thought our sex life was great. She almost never turned me down except for the nights she came home so late and...Crap. SHIT. I don't suppose you know a good divorce lawyer do you? I don't care if she has quit now I can't live with what she's done if that was really her..."

"Yeah Tom, I know a good one. In fact, she is a member of the club and she is damn good. She was Margie's attorney when she divorced me seven years ago and...Hey, I wonder if she still has any pictures of Julie or the old PI reports in her files? Let's go see if she's playing today or if she is here. Maybe she can help you out. I don't know though. She and I have history and I'm not one of her favorite persons."

The two men walked through the clubhouse toward the waiting area for the first tee. Stan smiled and said, "You're in luck Tommie old boy. There she is. Come on."

Stan led Tom up to a very well dressed, beautiful woman that appeared to be in her mid 50's. She looked up at him and frowned. Stan said, "Sally, this is Tom Jennings. He's an old friend of mine and I told him you were the meanest shark swimming in this ocean. We...Well, he thinks he might need your services and I told him if he could get you in his corner half the battle would be over..."

Sally stood and looked at Tom for a moment then turned to Stan. "Knowing you as I do I'm not sure I want to represent any of your friends. What did he do-get caught cheating on his wife like you did?"

Stan raised his hands chest high, palm out and said, "Hey Sally. I got caught and you and Margie raped me. I know I fucked up but, well, I guess I feel like I owe Tom and you one. He was, hell he is one of my best friends and...Well, would you please at least just talk to him before you refuse to help him. I'm not sure but if you still have some of the pictures you and Margie used...well, you might be able to use them and some of the PI reports to help Tom. I think, no I'm sure one of the women I got caught with was his wife."

As Stan talked Sally looked more and more angry. She started to say something and Stan broke in once more. "NO, Sally. I had no idea it was Tom's wife when I was screwing around. I first met her officially at a party Friday night. She and Tom sold their businesses and moved back here from LA. She ran the catering company we used for our meetings out there and, well she and most of her girls catered to ALL of our needs at the meetings if you get what I mean. Tom didn't know anything about it until I opened my big mouth. I got some DVD's and pictures sent to me from the guys out in LA and gave them to Tom this morning. I know you don't think much of me but if you could help Tom..."

Sally looked at Tom a moment. Both men could almost see the gears turning in her head as she considered the conversation. Finally she looked at Tom and said, "Come with me. Let's find somewhere quiet to visit for a moment."

They found a secluded arrangement of chairs in the lobby and she sat. Tom sat in a chair beside her. Sally looked at him then said, "Tom my first impulse is to tell you I won't represent you. I have known Stan for years and he has always been a typical sleezeball salesman. I know most of his friends are much like him. Now tell me why you think I should take your case and make me believe you are the injured party here." She glanced at her watch and continued, "I only have about 20 minutes before my tee time so..."

Tom looked at Sally and said, "Well, I guess I am just the quintessential dumb husband. I traveled a lot, started and sold a very successful company. I left my wife alone a lot and she raised two wonderful children for us. When the last one began school she said she was bored and went to work for a catering company-Crystal's Catering. When Crystal wanted to sell, we bought it and Julia began operating it. Within two years revenues and bookings had almost tripled and she began making almost as much as I was. Of course that success came with a price. She worked several seven-day weeks and many late nights. I thought our sex life was suffering because of her and my work. I guess mine may have been but if Stan is right, her sex life sure wasn't suffering."

"Look, I know what kind of guy Stan is but he's always played it straight with me. I'm probably the only one of our class and friends that wouldn't be afraid to leave Stan alone with their wife. I helped get him out of a bad situation at our high school graduation party and from that time to this he has always gone out of his way to do right by me. I..."

Sally's head jerked in shock. She stared at Tom and asked, "Are you the one that helped Stan get his date back from those three boys that had forced her into their car at the after party? I heard they had Stan down and were kicking him while another one held his date down in the back seat?"

Tom smiled and looked out into the distance. He unconsciously began rubbing his left side and felt the small bumps on two of his ribs. He sighed and said, "Yeah, that was me. Even then I knew what kind of guy Stan was but I couldn't let those three kick him when he was down. Besides, I was really afraid of what they would do to that girl. She was so pretty and I could see the one holding her in the back seat was touching her while she cried and tried to get away...God, I can still hear her begging for help sometimes. I have always been so scared something like that would happen to my daughter and no one would step up and help her..."

Sally smiled and said, "Well Tom I don't care now if you ARE a friend of that turd. I'll take your case and you'll get everything I have for as long as it takes. You see, Tom, that little 17-year-old girl was my youngest sister. I was already away at college when my parents moved here to town so I didn't know anyone. If they ever told me your name I have long forgotten it but we always believed you saved her from rape and maybe more."

Sally looked into Tom's eyes and gave him a little smile then she said, "Now, let me see what Stan gave you this morning and let's see what we need to do to make things right for you. Like Stan said, I may have something in my files that will help you but a lot of it I can't use unless his ex wife gives her permission. I'll have my clerk get to work on that Monday."

Tom and Sally were still talking when they called her for her tee time. She looked up at him and quickly scribbled something on a piece of stationary she had picked up from the front desk. She handed Tom the paper and her pen then said, "Quick Tom, sign this contract hiring me and give me ten dollars for a retainer. You need to go on home or wherever now. I hope I can trust you to stay calm? Call my office Monday afternoon for an appointment and we will fill you in on what we have and what we need to do to make this case work for you. I do have to ask, if your wife really did this are you sure you can't reconcile? You need to think about that before we get too far along in the process."

"Sally there is no way I can keep living with that Skank. Just thinking about what she did to me during our marriage makes me sick. I want her served and the divorce over with as soon as possible."

The rest of the weekend Tom was moody and barely civil to Julia. Even his parents noticed the tension between the two. Finally Sunday night when Julia and Tom were getting into bed she asked, "Tom what's wrong? Are you still upset because I didn't want to go to your friends damn party? You've acted like a bear all weekend and I'm getting tired of it. Your mother asked me at lunch if we were having trouble."

Tom looked at Julia and sighed. She almost recoiled when she saw his clenched jaws. She was starting to say something when he began talking. "Julia I'm not sure if anything is wrong. I heard some things at the party that are really bothering me. Some of the guys there were telling me some of the most unbelievable things about someone I've known for years. If they are true I don't ever want to have anything to do with them and I just don't know what to say or do."

"Well honey why don't you talk to them and find out what is really going on? There's no reason to take it out on your family is there?"




Retirement Surprise



Tom sighed and said, "I know you're right and I should talk to them but...well if what I heard is true it will completely wreck the friendship and feelings I have for them. I just want to be sure before I go off the deep end. I'm going to talk to a couple of people Monday to see what they have to say about the problem then I'll let you know about it. OK?"

Julia smiled and leaned in to give Tom a gentle kiss before they got into bed. She rolled to Tom and tried to snuggle up to him but he moved away and turned his back. "Julie I'm sorry but I'm just so tied up right now I'm not in the mood. I'm sorry."

Julia felt the tears trickle down her cheeks when Tom refused her yet again. She was starting to get scared she had done something to upset him. She went back over the wording he had used when he told her what was bothering him and became even more worried. He was usually much more talkative about his problems. She also didn't like the way he had worded his response. There was nothing she could put her finger on but she felt very uneasy about his response to her questions.

Monday afternoon late Tom called Sally as instructed. She said she had permission already to share evidence collected for Stan's divorce with him. They visited and agreed to meet Tuesday for lunch then go back to Sally's office and review the evidence and discuss what he wanted.

They purposefully kept the lunch conversation light and didn't touch on Tom's problems. As soon as they returned to the office though Sally sat behind her desk and got a very serious look on her face. "Tom this looks bad-really bad I'm afraid. The pictures and PI surveillance report indicate Stan was having sex with a woman called Crystal and several of her employees when he was in LA. The PI says her actual name was Julia Jorgensen. She was the manager of Crystal's Catering."

"There were several other women Stan was intimate with, some of which were in LA and some in other cities including here. Crystal and he only met in LA and she was, oh, hell, the PI says the catering business was just a front for a Madam and her high priced call girls."

Tom felt his stomach roll and he physically slumped down into his chair. "SHIT. I guess that tears it. Julia's maiden name was Jorgensen. I never knew she was still using it. I provided the money for her to buy the business but other than have my attorney look over the paperwork for her I wasn't involved. I can't believe she used her maiden name on the paperwork. We'd been married about 9 years when she bought out her prior boss. Would it help if I found the legal documents?"

"No Tom the pictures and the PI report should be sufficient but..." Sally sighed and continued, "Tom I don't know if you have thought of this but you need to get tested for STD's if you haven't done so."

Tom smiled and his eyes became so cold he almost scared Sally. He gave a little laugh and said, "I thought of the tests the day after finding out about Julia's career. I had them done that next Monday. They came back clean but I will have to have others done for some time to totally eliminate HIV. I asked Stan if he hadn't worried about diseases and he said that one of Crystal's iron clad rules was everyone wore condoms every time they were inside any of the women. No one came near her or one of her girls unless they used a condom. He said he heard her offered $1500 one night if she would let them go bare back and she refused. I was pretty confident I would be clean after hearing that but you can never be totally positive. Your evidence and planned proceeding is enough for me Sally. I want the divorce. How soon can you file it and have her served?"

Wednesday afternoon Tom was in the den with his father. Julia and his mother were in the kitchen working on supper when the doorbell rang. Tom's mother answered it and they heard her yell, "Julia there's a man here that needs to talk to you."

Tom cringed because he knew what was coming. He turned to his father and said, "Dad I'm afraid things are going to get pretty nasty here in a few minutes. I'm sorry I got you mixed up in this but I didn't want Julie to take off somewhere before th..."

Julia came almost running into the Den with Tom's mother following. Her face was red and twisted in anger and she was waving an envelope and some legal sized documents. She cut into Tom's sentence and began screeching as she said, "Tom Jennings what the hell is the meaning of this? I was just served divorce papers and...Tom how could you? You know I love you and would never cheat on you. How could you accuse me of adultery?"

Tom's parents were looking at the couple in shock as Julia continued to rant and rave. Tom broke into her conversation after he had reached under the cushion of the couch and withdrew an envelope. "Julia just shut up," he yelled. "You know as well as I do that you have committed adultery time after time. I know for a fact you have been cheating on me for at least the last ten years. Do you want to see these pictures? Pictures I might add of you with dozens of different men including one of my best friends? You were right to not want to go to the party at Jerry's. I think I even understand why you fought moving back here with me."

"I just can't believe your damn catering company was nothing but a stable of high priced call girls and you were the Madam though. I must have been the most blind, stupid husband in the world. How in the hell can you say you never cheated on me though? Shit, Stan told me you charged $500.00 a piece or $2500.00 a night for your personal services on top of the food you catered. How big a cut did you get from the other girl's tricks? Now pack your bags and get out of here. I don't even want to see your cheating ass and I'm sure Mom and Dad don't want you in their home any longer."

Julia looked shocked when Tom said that then her face flushed once more. She started talking loudly once again. "Why you sanctimonious Bastard. You run around staying gone for weeks at a time doing god knows what and screwing anything you can get your dick into and you get upset about me running a business. I never, not once, cheated on you. Anything I did was in my business. It was a job just like you had. GOD, did you really think I made nearly a half million dollars a year selling finger food? I felt bad at first but when Crystal explained it to me I saw what I was doing wasn't really cheating, it was just business. Of course when I saw how many business men made use of our services I knew you were doing the same thing in your meetings so where was the problem? I loved you then and I still love you. I never let either of our businesses affect our marriage."

"Julia I never once in our whole marriage stuck my dick into another person. You of all people should know that. Christ, how many times did you complain after I got home about all the sex I was getting and trying to get? Of course I can't say that about you can I? How many nights did I get laid after you catered a meeting? As far as I know none. Considering that, how can you say your business never affected our marriage? How many times did you refuse me the sex a husband was entitled to because you had just finished servicing your clients at a meeting you catered and were too tired? Hell you probably weren't so much tired as just too sated to worry about taking care of your husband."

"I think I've been more than fair in the proposed settlement. I have split our joint accounts evenly but I propose you keep the proceeds of your business sale less the money I put up so you could purchase it. I also proposed I keep the proceeds from my business sale. I don't think I could live knowing I have part of the money you made whoring yourself out. It would be too tainted."

Tom turned to walk from the room then had another sickening thought. He felt his face blanch then blush. He turned to Julia and said, "OH, you Bitch. I started to ask how you managed to hide your whoring around from Carrie when she was working for you but...Damn you. She was one of your girls too wasn't she? You turned your own daughter into a prostitute didn't you? That's why she never told me anything about it isn't it?" 

Julia looked shocked then she turned her head away from Tom. Her shoulders were heaving as she silently cried. She then said, "No Tom I didn't really...I mean I heard her and some of her friends talking about having sex with men they would pick up in town. I heard them talking about charging them and also about how they would have the sex with them even if they didn't pay. She told them that if I could do that in my business she didn't see why they couldn't do it also. I decided that I would rather have her working for me where I could keep her safe and there would be a smaller chance she would be arrested. I, I admit I let her work with me but...OH, Tom, she's a lot like me. She needs a lot of sex and she was going to get it somewhere so I figured why not somewhere safe..."

"Oh hell I not only have a wife that is a whore I have a daughter that is one too."

"NO! Tom I admit Carrie used to be a working girl but I'm pretty sure that when she got out of college and got married she stopped. I...well I know she quit charging anyway but...well, she may be fooling around on some of her business trips. I just don't know but, well, she's like me and needs sex almost daily..."

Tom glanced at his parents before he turned once more to leave the room. They were both standing staring at Julia in shock. "I've had enough. I have to get out of here. I think you should be gone when I get back."

As these things do the divorce drug on but finally it was over. Tom got what he wanted in the property settlement. He never felt comfortable in his parent's home or with his old friends again. He tried to live in his old hometown and spent the months of the divorce and the next three months in a rented condo. 

One Saturday about three months after his divorce was final Tom was golfing with Stan and two of his other friends. During the conversation they told him Crystal's Catering had opened in town and his wife, daughter and several of their friends from California were operating the business. Later that evening he decided he just had to move on. According to Stan Crystal already had several of the local companies scheduling them to cater their meetings including his own. He said the managers in LA were super happy to hear they could once again sample Crystal's charms and had scheduled the next year's management meetings with her already.

The next Monday morning Tom went to the local Ford Dealer and purchased a new truck. He got a new F250 SuperCrew, Powerstroke 4X4 with all the bells and whistles. He then drove his new truck to the local RV dealer and picked up a nice 36 foot fifth wheel trailer, again with all the bells and whistles. He was going to tour the US and maybe Canada and he was going to do it in style and comfort.

Before he left, Tom thought long and hard about his next move. He still felt deep-seated anger with Julia and the way she acted when they were married. He finally decided to go for some revenge. On the day he left he sent the local district attorney an anonymous package. It contained a copy of the PI report from LA that pertained to Crystal's Catering and some pictures of what went on in the affairs they catered. He notified him that he heard they were now operating in his city and did he intend to allow this to go on?

Tom left town in the late spring and decided to tour the northeast then as the seasons cooled he would move south along the east coast before wintering somewhere in the south. He headed northwest when he left home traveling up through Kansas and into Nebraska. In Minden Nebraska, a small town just north of the Nebraska line he made his first two night stop. He spent two days enjoying the Pioneer Village. It had so many old vehicles, implements and machinery he didn't see it all even spending that amount of time. Finally he left, turning back east to I29/US 71. He went north then turned east on I90. Tom was in no hurry. He stopped when he wanted and stayed as long as he wanted. Some days he drove an hour or two, others he drove six or eight.

Tom loved to fish and float on free flowing streams. He also loved to eat good food and really liked to visit and sight see. He did all these things as the location and mood allowed. As he wandered farther east he made it a point to stop at the John Deere museum and the Ford Museum. He spent days on end viewing all the two museums had to offer. In the evenings he sat around the campsite visiting with other travelers, many of who also went to the same places he had seen.

As the summer progressed he found he was meeting the same people over and over. Many of his fellow RV'ers became very good acquaintances if not friends. As they visited they would tell each other what they had seen and liked, making suggestions of where the people they were talking to should go. Tom was directed to many wonderful things using this informal, verbal travel guide. He exchanged phone numbers with many wonderful people and much to his surprise they tended to keep in touch. He was beginning to feel like he had family and friends once again and was gaining a modicum of peace after the tumultuous divorce.

Finally as the leaves began to turn Tom found himself in New England, Maine to be exact. He really enjoyed the scenery and history but the roads were murder trying to pull his trailer. He parked and took several overnight trips staying in hotels because of the hassle of pulling down narrow streets and roads and the heavy traffic.

Tom was staying at a small resort along the coast. He decided he was beginning to get over his painful divorce and he was beginning to enjoy life once more even though he still missed Julia-the Julia he thought he had been married to anyway. He was eating some wonderful seafood and watching the sunset when a group of younger men and women came in. It appeared the men especially had already had way too much to drink. They were loud and obnoxious, even arrogant and treated their women so badly it angered and embarrassed Tom. One young man, in particular constantly brow beat the waitress, always complaining about the service or the quality of the meal. He never spoke politely to the woman he was apparently with. She appeared to be deeply embarrassed by the actions of her companions. Tom heard her ask them several times to be polite and stop being so obnoxious. Several times he had to stop himself from going up to the table and talking to the worst of the crowd.

Tom was trying to enjoy his carrot cake and a nice port wine when once again he heard loud voices. The obnoxious man was once again complaining, and then Tom heard him raise his voice once again as he stood. He said, "I don't give a damn whether you are through or not. I'm leaving. The service and quality of this slop is so substandard I can't stand to spend any longer in here."

The rest of the group stood and started for the door. The woman the man was with was sitting head bowed blushing badly. He walked angrily up to her and grabbed her arm trying to pull her away from the table.

She looked up into his face and said, "NO. I'm not going anywhere with you. I can't believe I let Margo talk me into going out with you. After the way you have been acting I sure don't intend to spend any more time with you. Now just go and leave me alone."

"Shit. Fine then. Find your own way home. I've had it with you and this damn place." Tom had stood when the man began pulling on the young woman and he arrived at the table as he stalked off. The young woman was sitting silently crying into her napkin. 

Tom knelt beside her and said, "I'm sorry. I don't understand why some men have to be such absolute assholes. Is there anything I can do for you?"

The woman looked at him a moment then smiled and shook her head no. "I'm fine. I'll just call a cab and have them take me home. Some first date huh?"

Tom watched as the young woman stood, gathered her purse and wrap then walked toward the door. As she was opening the door the waitress rushed up to her and thrust a piece of paper at her. She stood a moment then looked at it and burst out crying. Tom walked up to them and asked, "What's the problem here?"

The waitress said, "This lady was trying to leave without paying for her meal. I was just lucky I caught her."

"But I didn't order all this. I mean I was on a date and he, we had a disagreement and he left me here. I don't have the money to pay for this. I left my credit cards at home and only have a few dollars cash."

About that time the manager walked up and inquired what the problem was. After he received the explanation he, too demanded the lady who Tom now knew was Abigail pay the tab. She broke down crying once again and said, "I don't have the money. I'll have to call my parents and see if they can come get me and pay. I'm sorry."

Tom put his hand on the manager's arm and led him away from the waitress and Abigail. "Look," he said. "I was sitting near the young lady and I heard all that went on at her table. I'm sure you also heard the commotion, as her companions were extremely rude and rowdy. They constantly harassed your waitress and made disparaging comments about the service and food. They tried to force Abigail to leave with them in a great rush. I suspect they had planned on doing the 'dine and dash' from the first. Abigail refused to leave with them so now she is being stuck with the bill. I suggest you get names, addresses etc from her and try to recoup the bill from those other individuals. I will be glad to pay for her meal when I pay for mine if you will allow that."

The manager looked at Tom and appeared deep in thought for a few moments then sighed. He said, "Well I suppose I can do that but I want her name and address also because if I cannot collect the bill from the others I will have to get it from her or call the authorities."

Tom and the manager walked back to Abigail and she was informed of the decision. She began crying once again when she found out Tom had helped her out. After all the business was taken care of Tom offered to take her home. She tearfully accepted and they left the restaurant together. She said she had just recently moved back to town after finishing college and was living with her parents until she found a place of her own. She gave her parent's address and Tom programmed it into his GPS. Tom decided she must be younger than she looked since she said she had just obtained her degree.

As they drove Tom and she began to talk. He found himself more and more intrigued by Abby. When they arrived at her home he was impressed. It must have been 4000 square feet in size and was well landscaped sitting back from the road on what appeared to be at least a three-acre lot. Abby insisted he accompany her into the house to meet her parents. Alas when they got inside they found they were gone. They had left a note for her saying they did not expect to be back until very late that evening.

Abby insisted Tom stay and have coffee. They began talking and finally laughing with each other. Tom found out Abby was 34 years old, had graduated from college the year before and was working in her father's business. She had married right out of high school but divorced after 7 years when her first husband had become abusive. She had refused to let her parents help her after the divorce and went to work as a secretary. After she got some money saved she had entered college and worked part time to put herself through college. That was why she had taken so long to get her degree.

She had known the people she was out with for several years but only one of them could be called a friend and now she wasn't sure of that any longer. The man she was supposedly with was well to do and had always lorded it over those he considered his inferiors. The only reason she had agreed to go out with him was because her friend begged her to go and because his father did business with her father.




Retirement Surprise



As the night progressed Abby found out that Tom hadn't managed to finish his dessert and port before she ruined his evening. She insisted on finding him some dessert and poured him a large glass of her father's really excellent port. One glass led to another and by one a.m. Tom was way too drunk to drive. Abby insisted he stay for the night. She led him upstairs to a guest bedroom. In truth, Abby was well past the legal BAC for driving also. She was at the 'giggly' stage of drunkenness. Their stumbling attempts to navigate the stairs were hilarious to her.

As she was turning to leave Tom's room she stopped and turned back to face him. She walked up until her breasts were almost touching his chest and looked up into his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his waist. "Tom, you're a very nice man. I don't think your clothes can be called shining armor but I'm pretty sure your truck qualifies as an acceptable steed." She giggled once more and continued, "Tom, you're my knight in shining armor any way. Tom, thank you so much for tonight. You have turned a disaster of a date into a really enjoyable evening."

Abby stood on her tiptoes and gave Tom a kiss. Without thinking about it he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him. He felt his cock twitch and he began returning her kiss with a fervor he hadn't known since before he had moved from LA.

Abby moaned into his mouth and ground her pelvis into his. Their hands began roaming as they fondled each other. Abby pushed Tom back against the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. Then she removed his pants. She dropped to her knees and pulled his painfully erect phallus into her hungry mouth.

Tom moaned when he felt her tongue caressing the underside of his cock then her mouth opened wider and she slowly slid her mouth over his cock until he felt her nose buried in his pubic hair. Slowly, so slowly Abby pulled back flicking her tongue over his cock until once again she was teasing the underside of his cock head. Tom felt his hips involuntarily beginning to thrust into her mouth. His hands went to the back of her head. "Abby. Abby you'd better stop I'm.."

Abby looked up into his eyes and smiled then redoubled her efforts. With a groan and a hard thrust forward Tom emptied his balls into her mouth. She didn't miss a drop, swallowing repeatedly until he was empty. She stood, gave him a quick kiss then said; "Now it's my turn."

Abby stepped back and quickly undressed. She then lay across the bed, drawing her legs up and splaying them apart. Her right fingers were rolling her nipple and her left middle finger was teasing her clit as she looked at him. Tom rapidly fell between her thighs and began eating her dripping cunt. As his tongue moved over her clit she would jerk her hips. He would tease her clit, drawing circles around it with his tongue then pull back, place his tongue at the bottom of her slit and run it up to her clit once more, teasing her clit a moment before repeating the move. Finally Abby moaned and grabbed his head, pulling it tightly against her clit as her hips began thrashing rapidly. Tom felt her feminine juices running out of her and down her thighs onto the bed. When she finally relaxed and let his head go he moved up beside her and smiled before he gave her a gentle kiss.

Abby moaned slightly and turned half toward him, pulling them closer together before she whispered, "That was perfect. I've never been eaten like that before. Now come here. I need more of you please."

Tom smiled and moved over her and between her splayed legs. He needed no guidance. His now fully recovered cock gently nudged against her lubricious pussy lips. He savored the contact and her expression then began to slowly push deeper into her tight little snatch. The deeper he went the more ecstatic her expression became. Finally he bottomed out and began a gentle thrusting motion, moving his hips in a circle every time he was fully inside her. Abby was moaning constantly and thrusting back at him. 

As their enjoyment increased so did the speed of their thrusts. Finally Abby yelled "UNH, UNH, UNH" several times and locked her heels behind Tom's thighs. She rapidly thrust her pelvis up against him several times. Her muscles locked when the peak of her orgasm hit and she held herself tightly against him as her cunt pulsated, caressing, squeezing his turgid cock. While Abby was in the deep throes of her orgasm Tom felt his own release welling up within. He slammed tightly against her as he felt his balls draw up and his muscles clench. He felt his cock throb and contract several times while he pumped his sperm as deeply into Abby as he could thrust his cock. He felt like passing out from the pleasure as he deposited his seed deeply as he could into this young beauty.

They were relaxing, Tom still over Abby, his dick deeply embedded in her now drooling cunt when a well-dressed older woman came into the room. "Abby are you ok? I thought I heard you yell...OH MY GOD. ABBY!"

Abby jumped and turned her head rapidly toward the door then pushed Tom off her. They were both grabbing for the covers when Abby said, "Mother! What are you doing here?" Abby's mother blushed deeply and moved rapidly from the room.

Abby was crying once again as she dressed. Tom also dressed then he gently pulled Abby against his chest and gave her a kiss. He wiped her eyes then said, "Abby I'm sorry. I suppose we'd better go down and see if we can explain..."

When Abby and Tom entered the Den they saw an older man, Abby's father sitting in an armchair glaring at them. Her mother was sitting in a matching chair still gently crying. Tom looked at the couple then said, "I'm Tom Jennings and I suppose I owe you an explanation." He turned to Abby's mother and said, "I'm really sorry you had to see that. I know how you must feel and how embarrassed Abby must be. I..."

"Just what in the hell are you doing in my house young man and what gives you the right to, to.."

Abby stepped forward and said, "Daddy. Be quiet. This is my fault and I'm afraid I took advantage of Tom." She turned to Tom and said, "Tom this is my father Howard and my mother Shirley Thomas."

"Daddy Tom saved me from a very embarrassing predicament this evening and then he rescued me and brought me home. I invited him in to meet you but you were gone. We began visiting and I found out I had cost him his dessert and port at the restaurant. We had dessert and drank enough port I didn't want him to drive home so I talked him into staying. I, I'm afraid when I was showing him to his bed I seduced him."

Abby stood up straighter and looked her father in the eye as she continued. "I know I probably disappointed you both but I'm sure you know as old as I am this wasn't my first man since my divorce. I apologize for doing this in your house but I don't apologize for doing it."

Her parents stared at her for what seemed like several minutes. They both had a shocked, almost sick look on their faces. "Abby what did you mean when you said Tom rescued you?" Howard asked.

Abby began crying once again and turned to bury her head in Tom's chest as he wrapped his arms around her. He father looked shocked at this then he began to look angry as she explained what happened on her date. After she was finished Howard began ranting. "I can't believe that little prick would do something like that. I always knew he was an arrogant SOB but this is by far the worst I've heard he has done. If you have any more trouble with him or if he doesn't take care of that bill you let me know. I'll have a little talk with his father about this mess. In fact I may not do any more business with his father any way. I have always disliked that bastard and this is just the final straw."

Howard turned to Tom and said, "As for you, Sir, I can't say I approve of you taking advantage of my daughter like you did. You knew she was in an emotional state and had too much to drink and yet you seduce her."

Abby turned to her father and said, "DADDY, I TOLD you it was my fault. I was starting to leave the room then I turned back and threw myself at him. I began kissing him and I undressed him before he even touched me. Now you just leave him alone. Besides, he needed it as badly as I did. We had talked a lot before we went to bed and his wife treated him a lot worse than that asshole treated me before he divorced her."

Abby went on to tell her parents the condensed version of Tom's marriage and divorce. When she finished her father was looking shocked and her mother had tears running down her cheeks. Shirley looked at Tom and said, "You poor man. I can't even begin to imagine how you must feel. Your own wife was running a whorehouse and prostituted your daughter. Oh, how you must feel."

Finally Howard stood and said, "Well, it's late and I suppose we had all better get to bed. We'll talk more in the morning." He looked at Tom and Abby then got a little smile on his face before he continued. "I assume you two will sleep in the proper rooms hummm?"

Abby blushed and turned to Tom. She took his hand and pulled him toward the stairs. When they got to his bedroom door she stood on tip toes and gave him a gentle kiss and whispered, "I'm sorry Daddy gave you such a hard time Tom but that's all I'm sorry for. Good night."

The next morning, a Saturday, they all gathered in the kitchen for breakfast. When Tom tried to refuse breakfast Howard insisted he stay. Later, after breakfast when Tom tried to leave Howard once again insisted he stay. As the day progressed they became, if not friends, good acquaintances. For the next week Tom stayed and let the couple and Abby show him the sights. Finally he began to feel as if he had overstayed his welcome and told Abby gently one night that he had to move on. She smiled and gave him another gentle kiss as she murmured, "I understand. I wish you could stay but I understand."

Tom began to motor down the east coast as he had before. He stopped regularly and spent a lot of time viewing historical sights and museums. To his surprise he received regular phone calls not only from Abby but also from her mother and occasionally her father. He found himself looking forward to Abby's calls more and more. Sometimes they would talk for several hours as he drove down the road. His truck had the Ford Sync so he could talk hands free and still drive safely. They talked about all the things he was seeing and doing as well as more personal items. He felt he knew almost as much about Abby as he had about his first wife.

Tom spent several weeks in New Hampshire and around Boston then moved further south. He spent a week in the Shenandoah Valley visiting many of the old presidents homes and some fine wineries. He moved on to Colonial Williamsburg but was very disappointed in that town. He spent a day there and one day in Jamestown then moved on south.

Tom's next stop was in North Carolina. He spent three weeks in various campgrounds there enjoying the smoky mountains. He visited Biltmore, several old gristmills and saw some of the most beautiful scenery on earth. In one small town he found another Pioneer Village, a resort that had beautiful streams flowing through it. He spent a relaxing week in that area and met more wonderful people. He was seriously thinking about spending the winter there but let some of the other campers talk him into moving on.

His first stop after the smoky mountains was Charleston SC. He only spent a few days there but enjoyed visiting the old town, Ft. Sumter and other historical sites. Of course the food there was superb. He found a nice restaurant called Poogans Porch that had, perhaps, the best meals he had so far eaten. There were other great restaurants in the area too. He did not fix one meal for himself while he was in Charleston. He made plans to return soon to continue sampling the fine dining establishments.

After Charleston, Tom moved on to Hilton Head Island. He found it to be a beautiful place and spent two weeks there. He golfed, visited historical sites, did some deep-sea fishing and lay around the pool relaxing. He moved on then to Savannah, GA and spent five days there once again enjoying the history of the area. By now the weather was beginning to turn cold and he decided to move on south into Florida.

Tom stopped in St. Augustine at World Golf Village and played golf for two days. He also visited some of the local historical sites then it was on to Orlando and the magic of Disney, Busch Gardens and Sea World. He decided these amusement parks were not much fun alone and he would return when or if he found someone to share them with him.

By the time Christmas was near Tom was in the Florida Keys. He had decided he would winter there and was well situated in a nice trailer park on Key West. Once again he was enjoying the company of his fellow "snow birds". Early on the morning of December 20th he got a phone call from Abby. When she found out Tom was going to stay in the Keys for the holiday she asked him to come to her home and spend Christmas with her and her family. Tom refused and Abby wailed, "OH, Tom PLEASE. Please come be with us."

Tom heard a rustling and clanking then Shirley came on the line. "Tom what's this I hear about you refusing to come see us for Christmas? Abby's told us you aren't going to be with family and we want you here. Now am I going to have to get Howard in on this or are you going to give in gracefully?"

Tom laughed and said, "OK, OK. You win. I'll leave later this morning. If I drive hard I can be there before Christmas I think. I'll leave the trailer here and just bring the truck."

Late on Christmas Eve Tom pulled into Abby's driveway. When he made it to the porch the front door opened and Abby ran from the house. She met Tom on the porch and jumped into his arms. He didn't even get to say anything before his mouth was full of Abby's tongue, her legs wrapped around his waist.

Her mother and father followed her onto the porch and Shirley said, "Abby you behave yourself girl. What would the neighbors think if they saw you acting like a whore in our front yard?"

Tom felt himself go stiff and his face tightened then he heard Shirley say, "Oh, God Tom I'm so sorry. I didn't remember...uh." She turned to Howard, face flaming red and buried her face in his chest. He put his arm around her and said, "Tom I hope you know she didn't mean anything by that statement. Abby is just so emotional sometimes and...oh, hell, would you just come in and let's just forget this thing?"

Tom smiled and let Abby down to stand on her own feet. He kept his arm around her as they all turned to walk back into the house. Tom was made to feel like returning family. Howard and Shirley sat in the same chairs they had used during his previous visit. Abby pulled Tom to the couch and pushed him into it. After he was settled she sat closely beside him and leaned back against him. From time to time she would smile and turn her head back and up to look at his face. 

As the night progressed Abby turned until she had her cheek laying on Tom's chest and her left hand on his abdomen. They sat and talked about what had occurred in the intervening weeks since Tom had left. None of them paid attention to the time. Finally, they were all yawning repeatedly. Shirley looked at the clock and said, "Gracious, it's already 12:30. You must be exhausted from your drive and we're keeping you awake. Let's all go to bed and visit more tomorrow."

All agreed they were tired and ready for bed. As they stood and began climbing the stairs to the bedrooms Shirley turned to Tom and said, "Tom you're in the same room you used before. I think I have everything you need in the guest bathroom but if you do need something let us know."

Abby's parents walked past the bedroom Tom was to use and into their own. Abby had waited for them to close their door then she flowed into Tom's arms. She hugged him to her and stood on her tiptoes to deliver a toe-curling kiss. Tom felt his cock stir as she pressed her beautiful breasts against his abdomen. Abby began moaning then Tom felt her pelvis thrusting and pressing against his now hard cock.

Tom pushed Abby back and said, "Abby, Honey. We need to stop before we do something to get us in trouble. I can't believe how you make me react. Now off with you." Before he released Abby Tom bent and gave her another gentle kiss. When she reluctantly turned toward her own bedroom he gave her a gentle splat on her shapely ass. Abby yelped and jumped then looked over her shoulder at Tom. She then turned and continued on her way. Tom stood and watched until she disappeared into her bedroom and closed the door.

Tom immediately closed his door and undressed. He decided he was too grungy to go to bed like he was so he went into the guest bathroom and took a shower. He shaved so he didn't have to do that the next morning, brushed his teeth and headed for bed. There was a night light in the bathroom that provided very little light. It was enough to find his way back to bed however. He walked to the side he normally used, threw back the covers and gratefully climbed into the soft bed. When he reached back to pull the covers over himself he felt a lump, a lump that began moving.

The bed shook then he felt a small arm snake around his chest and two soft breasts push against his back. Abigail whispered, "I was beginning to think you were going to stay in the bathroom all night Honey." She gave him a gentle kiss then laid her head on the pillow as she murmured, "Good Night."

Tom lay there in shock trying to decide what to do. He knew if he asked her to leave her feelings would be hurt and even then her parents might hear or see. He also knew that if they found out she was in his bed they would be upset. He felt he was in a lose, lose situation. Finally he decided to do nothing and see what the morning brought. He drifted off into a deep restful sleep.

Tom didn't wake all night. Christmas morning when he woke sunlight was streaming into the room and it was a glorious day outside. When he moved Abigail said, "Well, finally. I thought you were going to sleep until noon." She moved her face to his for a kiss. He felt her small hand sliding down his abdomen until she had grasped his morning wood. "Ohhhh I think he remembers me."

Abby threw the covers off them and moved her head down to the tip of his cock. She gave it a small kiss then flicked the tip of it with her tongue as she jacked it. She moved her mouth lower and took the first inch or two into it. Her tongue was swirling around the tip. Tom felt his ball sack tighten and, if possible he got harder. He groaned as the pleasure built. 

Tom put his hands on Abby's head as he began making little thrusting motions trying to get more of his cock into her mouth. "Abby you'd better stop. I can't take much more of that," he said.

Abby gave a few more swirls of her tongue then pulled her head back just before Tom spewed. She turned to look Tom in the eyes and smiled. "Oh, I know just what he needs. My little pussy needs the same thing," she whispered. "I think we need a good morning fuck."

Abby raised herself over Tom and straddled his waist. She grabbed his cock with one hand and slowly moved her hips back until he was nudging up and slightly parting her shaved cunt lips. After she had him seated properly she took her hand off his cock and placed it on the bed beside his chest. She smiled down at him, licked her lips and slammed her bottom down driving him into her dripping cunt in one thrust. When she bottomed out she gave out a choked scream and began wiggling her hips, rubbing her clit on his pubic bone.

As she moved Abby was becoming more and more vocal, moaning and crying out in her pleasure. She bit her bottom lip between her teeth. Tom could see she was staring off into space as she rode the jolts of pleasure building inside her. Abby rose up one final time and thrust down onto Tom. She screamed and began making small circular motions with her hips as he felt her cunt pulsating, squeezing and releasing his now throbbing cock. That was too much for Tom and he felt his release surge through his cock. He thrust his hips upward to drive his pulsating cock as deeply into Abby as he could. He strained to hold himself tightly against her as he pumped his seed once more into her.




Retirement Surprise



Abby let herself relax onto Tom's chest. She began giving him numerous gentle kisses. "Oh, Tom," she said. "I've missed you so much. I've never felt this way about another man." She looked at him with a frightened look on her face then she continued, "Tom I love you so much. I was so devastated when you didn't want to come here for Christmas and..."

They both jumped when they heard a knock on the door. Apparently Abby hadn't closed it tightly when she came into the room the night before because it opened under the knock. As the door was opening Shirley said, "Tom it's almost 9 a.m. and I have coffee and a light breakfast if you want any. I'll just go down and wake Abby too and we can...Oh, no! Not again. ABBY..."

Abby was sitting up on Tom, his cock still inside her as she stared at the door in shock. She was blushing once more when Tom started laughing. He laughed so hard he almost threw her off. His laughter was too much for Abby and she looked down at him. She hit him on the chest with her fist a couple of times and jumped off the bed, running for the door. As she left the room she cried out, "It's not funny you asshole."

Shirley watched as Abby opened her closed bedroom door and ran into the room. The whole house shuddered as the door slammed behind her. Tom was still laughing as he watched Shirley. He tried to form an apology and an explanation but Shirley gave Tom a small smile, shook her head and left closing the door behind her.

Tom dressed rapidly and started to leave the room. He saw Abby's robe lying on the floor and picked it up. He decided to return it to her. When he got to her bedroom he saw her and her mother sitting on the bed talking. Abby still had tears streaming down her cheeks. He started to say something when he heard Abby say to her mother, "I don't care mother. I'm almost 35 years old and Tom is the only man I have found since my divorce that I feel anything for. I don't know how he feels about me. I think he likes me but I just don't know. All I know is I want to be with him and if I have to sneak into his room and molest him to be with him then that's what I'll do."

Abby licked her lips then continued, "I, I told him this morning that I love him. I don't know what he was going to say because that was just before you opened the door on us again. Shirley looked up and saw Tom standing in the door holding the robe. Her eyes got wide and she started to say something. Tom held his hand up and made a shhh sign. He held the robe up with his other hand and placed the collar on the doorknob then turned to go downstairs.

As Tom walked away he was shocked. He was thinking about what Abby had said in the bed with him and what he had overheard her say to her mother. He wondered what he felt about her and her family. He knew he really liked her parents and he always looked forward to Abby's and his phone conversations but was there anything there besides friendship-maybe friendship with benefits? She was a little over ten years younger than he was too. Did that make a difference?

Tom walked into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. He took it into the Family room where Howard was enjoying his coffee and reading a magazine. Howard looked up at him then frowned. "Why the long face this morning Tom," he asked.

Tom looked over at Howard and said, "Well, Howard I'm trying to understand some things Abby said last night and this morning. I..." Tom sighed and looked Howard in the face. He continued, "I'm afraid I've abused your hospitality again and I don't know what to think about Abby. Howard she came to me in my room again last night and I wasn't man enough to send her away. I have some feelings for her, I like her company and I just couldn't hurt her feelings by sending her away. I'm afraid Shirley caught us again this morning...She and Abby are upstairs talking right now. I, I think I need to leave before I cause you any more trouble."

Howard sat and looked at Tom while he was talking. When Tom stopped Howard leaned back in his chair and said, "Tom I can't say I like Abby and you sleeping together. You are both adults and supposedly know what you want. I just don't want to see her hurt again. I don't know how much you know about her husband but he turned out to be a real bastard. He beat her several times when he got angry with her. She has always had trouble with men since then. She has never dated much since the divorce and rarely sees the same man more than a time or two. I am afraid her little problem the last time you were here has caused her to almost give up on men."

"Tom Abby has not had a date since you left. She goes to work, comes home and talks about you. I'm not surprised she came to you last night. Tom I think she loves you. I don't know how you feel about her but all I ask is if you don't have the same feelings about her that you be gentle and don't hurt my little girl. Shirley and I like what we have learned about you and if you make our girl happy then I can put up with you being together like last night."

"Tom I know you are an honorable man, a good man. I need to apologize to you before I continue but I think as a businessman you will understand what I have done. Tom after you left I hired a PI to check on you. Some of your story was just so unbelievable...I'm really sorry I invaded your privacy like that and I give you my word no one will ever hear what I learned from me. I have destroyed the report now that I have read it and anything you want anyone to know about your past you will have to tell him or her. I just wanted to be sure you weren't a sleaze ball out to hurt my girl." Howard stood and walked toward Tom with his hand outstretched to shake. He continued, "Once again, I am sorry and hope you will forgive me?"

Tom felt his anger surging when Howard told him about having him investigated. He was about to make an angry comment when he had a thought. The way he had met Abby was strange and it was obvious her family had money. Wouldn't he have been worried if something similar had happened to his daughter? His face was tight and he felt the anger simmering but he smiled, stood and shook Howard's hand. "I think I understand Howard. I can't say I am pleased at what you did but I think I understand. In fact, I am sure you know I am somewhat angry with you. I'll trust you to keep your word and I will leave if you want."

Howard smiled a tight smile and returned to his seat. He continued, "I think you are good for Abby and hope you don't let my actions sour your relationship with her. Like I said before though, all I ask is that if you decide she is not the woman for you that you don't hurt her unnecessarily."

"Oh, by the way, in the report I read that Crystal's Catering had reopened in your old home town and then had been shut down by the Prosecuting Attorney. Several Ladies ended up being prosecuted for various improprieties. Apparently he received an anonymous tip in the mail shortly after you began your sojourn across the country. I must say Tom that you appear to be a bad man to cross..."

Tom looked at Howard and said, "Thanks Howard-for everything. I like Abby a lot but I just don't know about more. After my marriage blew up I am having a lot of trouble even thinking about another woman in my life. I sometimes still get so angry at Julia and I, well, when I am talking to another woman I start wondering if she is like Julia and a cheating slut at heart."

Howard sat back in his chair and his eyes got a cold glare in them. He was staring at Tom and started to speak. Tom held his hand up to stop him and continued with his conversation. "Howard I know most women aren't like that. I can name any number of women that are fine, honorable, monogamous wives or that would be if they were married. I'm a one-woman man and I want a one-man woman. In my heart I think Abigail would be one of those but I still have this fear..."

The two men heard the women coming toward the room from the kitchen and by silent agreement they stopped their conversation. When Shirley and Abby entered the room they stood just inside the door and looked at their men. They could see and feel the tension in the air. Abby didn't say anything to either of them. She just walked toward Tom where he sat on the couch. When she got to him she looked down at him, gave him a small smile and plopped down on his lap. She leaned to him and gave him a small, quick kiss on the lips then laid her cheek against his shoulder.

Abby looked up at Tom's face and whispered, "Tom I know you heard some of what I said to mother and I heard some of what you said to Daddy. I don't know where we're going but I would really, really like to see if we are going to the same place and can be together. I won't pressure you or anything. I'll take what I can get, whatever you feel you can give me but please Tom can we at least see?"

Tom smiled down at Abby and bent to give her a gentle kiss. "Abby I don't know where I will go from here. I know I want to find another wife, hopefully this time I will find what I thought I had the first time and she will be the woman I will grow old with and be with until one of us dies. I feel pulled to you and I cherish our phone calls and the time we spend together but I just...I don't know if I am ready for more yet."

Abby smiled and stretched up to give Tom another gentle kiss and said, "I'll take what I can get right now but I'm not done with you yet mister."

Tom looked up to see Shirley standing beside Howard with her hand on his shoulder. They were smiling down at each other and it was obvious to see they were in love and happy with the morning. Shirley smiled and said, "OK now, it's Christmas. Lets see what kind of presents are under the tree before Abby and I have to start Christmas dinner."

As Shirley and Abby walked to the tree and began dragging presents out Tom stood. They looked at him and Abby said, "No Tom. Don't leave!"

Tom smiled and said, "I'm not going anywhere. I just need to use the facilities and bring the rest of my things in from the truck. I'll be right back."

By the time Tom returned to the Family Room there were three large piles of presents, one beside where Abby's parents each sat and one on the end of the couch beside where Abby had been sitting previously. Tom was carrying his last bag and he sat it on the floor beside the couch where he sat. Abby waited for him to seat himself and snuggled up beside him once more. Everyone but Tom picked up a present. They took turns opening them. The next to last present in the pile on the couch Abby handed to Tom and insisted he open it. It was a professionally done picture of Abby dressed in a beautiful deep red cocktail dress. The frame was engraved "To my Hero with all my love and admiration, Abby". 

Tom felt himself choke up slightly when he read the inscription and looked at Abby. He smiled and said, "Thank you Sweetheart." He felt his heart warm when he saw the adoring look Abby got on her face when he said that.

After all the presents had been opened Tom reached for his bag and took three more from it. He stood and handed one to Abby, then one each to Howard and Shirley. Before he could get back to his seat Abby had torn her present open and squealed when she saw the gold necklace he had purchased for her. She immediately placed it around her neck then grabbed Tom and gave him a deep kiss with lots of tongue. He felt his cock stirring and pushed her back saying, "Whoa girl. You're going to start things we can't finish here."

Abby looked at him with a mischievous little smile and licked her lips. She did relent though and sat back to watch her parents open their presents. He father received a gold Cross pen and pencil set and her mother received a small music box to go in the collection Tom had seen on his first visit.

After another cup of coffee each Abby and Shirley returned to the kitchen and continued working on the Christmas meal. About noon guests began arriving and Tom was introduced to Abby's two brothers, their wives and children. The rest of the day revolved around the children, the meal and getting to know the rest of Abby's close family. Tom was a little embarrassed when Abby spoke up when the adults were discussing sleeping arrangements. She said, "Tom you can sleep with me in my room and we will have enough bedrooms for everyone then. The kids usually sleep on the floor in the living room so things will work out just fine that way."

Tom looked up at the rest of the family like a deer caught in a cars headlights. Abby's two brother's wives looked shocked then surprised when Shirley started to laugh and Howard let out a large guffaw. Of course they had to explain to the rest of the family why everyone in the know thought that was funny. Janine, Abby's oldest brother's wife said, "Oh my gosh. You got caught twice in his room? Girl if you didn't have bad luck I'm starting to think you wouldn't have any luck at all."

Abby walked up to Tom and stood behind him. She bent forward and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the ear. She stood and said, "Well, I happen to think I'm a very lucky girl to have found him. I changed the sheets in the room he was using so it's ready for whoever wants it. I'm tired and we're going to bed now. Please don't anyone bother us tomorrow morning ok?"

Tom and Abby left the room to loud laughter. She took his hand and led him to the stairs. From time to time she would look back at him and smile.

Tom stayed in Maine through the New Year then decided it was time to return to Florida. He left early on Jan 3. Abby and her parents followed him to his truck to wish him a safe trip. Howard shook his hand and said, "Tom come back any time and remember what we talked about son." 

Shirley gave Tom a gentle kiss on the cheek and said, "Stay in touch Tom and keep us in your heart."

Thankfully her parents then returned to the warmth of the house. Abby stood hugging Tom and silently crying. Finally he pushed her back and tilted her head up. He stared into her eyes for several moments then bent his head so he could give her a kiss. After a long, sensual kiss he pulled away and looked at her face. "Abby I've really enjoyed this time with you and your family. I need to get back to my trailer for a while but I want you to know it's tearing me up to go. I just need to get away for a while. Abby...Abby I think I'm falling in love with you and..."

Tom bent to Abby once more and gave her a deep kiss then pushed away. He opened the door to his truck, started it and backed from the driveway. Abby stood watching him drive down the street, tears running down her cheeks. When Tom turned the corner two blocks away he could still see her standing watching him drive off.

Tom stayed in Florida until the end of March but he changed trailer parks four times. He followed the spring north and in early April he was back in Georgia. The rest of the spring he moved from camp to camp fishing and relaxing until in mid May he found himself in eastern Tennessee in the Gatlinburg, Pigeon Forge, Sevierville area. He found a beautiful campground along the Little Pigeon River and parked for several days while he toured the area and visited interesting spots in the Smokey Mountains. He fell in love with the area but something was missing.

One beautiful morning Tom hooked up the trailer and turned back east and a little south. He had no destination in mind but he knew he wasn't enjoying the Smokey Mountains any longer so he traveled again. For the next several days he moved until he was driving along a beautiful river in northern Georgia and saw a campground that looked inviting. He pulled in and they had room for him so he stayed.

There was a nice small lodge and restaurant, a great swimming pool and small "lazy river" for children as well as 30 campsites. Tom was lucky enough to get a nice pad near the lodge and right alongside the river. He could fish, swim, hike, canoe or just sit around as the mood struck him. He began to relax once again. There seemed to be a large number of younger people utilizing this camp but they were, for the most part, polite and law abiding. There were some older RV'ers though and once again Tom found himself making friends and enjoying the conversations.

Still Tom found he was missing something. Finally, one evening when he was visiting with some of the older married campers he realized what was wrong. He was watching the couples and feeling left out. He...MY GOD, he was missing Abigail and wanting her to be with him. He now realized he had been seeing things off and on or thinking about something he would want to tell Abby. He would always make a mental note and tell her during their now almost daily phone calls but it wasn't the same. He wanted her there with him, he wanted to see her all the time and to hold her and look her in the eyes while he talked to her. HE WANTED HER!

The next morning Tom called Abby and asked if he would be welcome to come up and see her and her family once more. Almost before he finished asking he heard her scream, "YES! OH, Yes Tom. When can you come? Can you come now? Oh, hurry. I can't wait to see you."

After they had finished their conversation Tom made his way to the office and checked out of the camp. He told them how much he had enjoyed the stay and that he would stop back in if he were ever in the neighborhood. "I have to move on now though. I have a lady waiting for me in Maine and I need to get back to her as soon as I can."

This trip across country Tom didn't waste time. He drove 8-9 hours a day and made good time taking the most direct route and not stopping to sight see. Six days after he talked to Abby he was pulling his truck and trailer up in front of her house. Once again she met him in the yard at a dead run and leaped into his arms. This time Howard and Shirley were standing on the porch, arms around each other while they watched the tearful reunion and kissing. After Abby calmed down somewhat Tom sat her on her feet again and went onto the porch to greet her parents.

That evening after supper they were all visiting in the family room while Tom talked about his time in Tennessee, North Carolina and Georgia and the beautiful campgrounds he had last used. He talked about the lonely drive back to Maine and how he was so anxious to get there. He turned to Abby and pulled her to him. They were on the couch once again and she was in her favorite position, snuggling with him so that wasn't too hard.

Tom looked at Howard and Shirley and then down at Abby. He looked back at Howard and said, "Howard at Christmas you and I talked about Abby and I made you a promise. I promised not to hurt her if I could ever help it. I told you I didn't know what I wanted but that I wasn't ready for any commitments. Last week I was sitting in the camp in Georgia and wondering why I felt so empty, so wrong. I was watching the friends I had made in the camp as we talked one evening when I realized what was wrong. I was alone and I hated it. I realized I had healed and had room in my heart for a woman once again. I knew what I wanted. Howard I want your daughter. I want to be able to turn to her when we talk and look into her eyes instead of talking on the phone. I want to hold her and kiss her. I want to protect, cherish her. Howard, Shirley...I want to marry your daughter."

Tom felt Abby stiffen as she listened to him talk to her parents. She was trying to rise and look at his face when he finished his statement. Her eyes were glistening as Tom turned to Abby and reached into his pocket. He took her left hand in his as he held his right hand in front of them. He looked into her eyes and said, "Abigail Thomas you have captured my heart and made me whole again. Over the last year of traveling I have come to terms with my past life and the way my first marriage ended. I have fallen deeply in love with you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to travel with you and have you with me forever. Will you marry me?"




Retirement Surprise



Abby was crying so hard she couldn't speak. She just looked into Tom's eyes and nodded her head yes as she held her left hand out for him to slip the ring onto her fingers. After it was seated properly she held her hand up to look at the ring then threw her arms around Tom's neck, pulled him to her and began a deep kiss as she rubbed her breasts against his chest. She partly stood and straddled his hips then continued to kiss him. She began moaning and making pelvic thrusts as she worked her crotch against his now hard cock. After several minutes she smiled and stood, walking to her parent's to show them the ring.

"OH," she said, "I've got to call everyone. She ran from the room and came back with her cell phone. She was already talking on it. No sooner had she hung up from one call would she make another. After she had made several calls she closed the phone, sat beside Tom once more and snuggled against him again.

From time to time her phone would ring and she would have an ecstatic conversation with someone. Finally about 1130 everyone decided it was once more time for bed. This time there was no discussion about sleeping arrangements. Abby led Tom straight to her room and turned to her parents saying, "Good night. I think we will sleep in tomorrow so don't wait breakfast for us."

Early the next morning after she had once again shown her man how much she loved him Abby and her mother began planning the wedding. Abby and Tom had decided they wanted to marry as soon as possible. Abby wanted to have the wedding in her parent's home so there was no problem with arranging for a chapel or reception hall. The big hang up would be arranging for a minister and caterers. It turned out they could get all the pieces together in just under four weeks. The date was set and the women went on a shopping and arranging rampage.

Tom and Howard did everything they could to stay out of the ladies way and dodge the "honey do" jobs that came their way in a flurry. One afternoon Tom and Howard were on the patio visiting when they heard screaming coming from the front of the house. They couldn't make out what was being said but there were male and female voices raised in anger. They looked at each other and then rapidly rose from their seats and headed for the house.

As they were nearing the back door Shirley came running to it from inside. When Shirley came into sight the two men could see she had a red welt on her face. Shirley appeared frightened and was yelling. She said, "Help. Dorian came to the door and when I opened it he pushed his way into the house. He has found Abby and is trying to pull her out to his car. He says she is still his wife and he is tired of her ignoring him and not fulfilling her wifely duties. He has already hit her several times."

Tom rushed past Shirley and Howard. As he entered the house he said, "Call the police if you haven't. I'll try to stop that bastard."

Tom heard a crash as he was going through the door into the living room. He saw a table and broken lamp on the rug and large dirty looking man running through the door with Abby thrown over his shoulders. Abby was crying and struggling to get away as they went across the porch.

Tom continued running, speeding up as much as he could. He slammed through the front door throwing it opened so hard it crashed back into the side of the house and broke the etched glass window in it. The glass had not finished falling to the porch floor as Tom leaped from the porch. He was only about ten feet behind the trotting man. Perhaps his only salvation and, perhaps the only salvation for Abby was the fact her kidnapper had not thought to leave his vehicle door open. Abby was struggling enough that he was having trouble opening the door and placing her inside the vehicle.

Tom caught up to them as the man was trying to force Abby into the car. He grabbed the man by his arm and jerked him up and away from the car. Tom faintly heard Abby's head hit the car as the man dropped her. With a roar Abby's abductor turned to Tom and threw a punch. Tom tried to duck but was only partly successful. He took a glancing blow on his face and felt his vision blur. He knew if the younger man landed even one good blow the fight might be over. It was obvious he worked out a lot or had a heavy manual job.

Tom fell back on some very faintly remembered military unarmed combat tactics. He knew his movements were slow and slightly inept but he had to try. He was lucky. When Dorian moved to follow up on his first blow his foot came down on a fallen tree limb and he stumbled. Tom stepped back and landed a good kick, a kick as hard as he could throw, to his crotch. The man's face tightened, turned white and he groaned. His hands snapped to his crotch and he continued his fall to the ground. He was laying writhing and clutching himself as Tom moved toward him. He was trying to decide how to continue the altercation, or even if he should do so when he was enveloped in the arms of a crying woman. Abby was crying and trying to kiss Tom while she pulled herself as tightly against him as she could.

Tom saw the flash of anger cross Dorian's face when he saw that and then he started to rise. He was screaming as he tried to stand and move toward Tom and Abby. "You damn slut. I saw in the paper where you were planning on marrying again. You know we are still married. That Judge had no authority to divorce us. We vowed in front of God to be together for life. God gave you to me for life and I will not let any other man pull us asunder."

Tom thrust Abby behind him and stepped toward Dorian. He once again kicked out and caught Dorian on the jaw with his boot. This time Dorian's eyes glazed over and he dropped to the ground out cold. Tom turned to Abby once again and enveloped her in his arms. A black and white pulled to the curb and the officer hurried to the couple. After they had explained what was going on and told him they intended to press charges he cuffed Dorian and called for an ambulance and back up. It was after dark before everything was remotely back to normal.

When the last officer left Howard stood and walked to the wet bar. He poured all four of them a stiff drink. He first delivered the ladies drinks then walked to where Tom sat. As he handed him his drink he said, "Tom I...Shirley and I don't know how to thank you. You have saved Abby from kidnapping and who knows what else. When I was trying to understand what Shirley was talking about you were already reacting and were half way to the door." He looked so scared as he continued. "If it had been just me here I believe Dorian would have succeeded in taking Abby away from us. I want you to know we are forever in your debt. Anything we can ever do for you just ask and it is yours. You have a blank check."

Abby was sitting on Tom's lap leaning on his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. She never took her eyes off Tom's face while her father was talking. She pushed her head forward a little and landed another of a long string of gentle kisses on his cheek. He felt her arm pull him just a little tighter to her before she raised her head to sip her drink.

Tom smiled and looked over at Abby's father. He said, "OK Howard. I'm cashing that check right now. I want your daughter."

Everyone looked shocked for a moment then broke out laughing. Abby hit him on the arm and said, "You doofus. You already have me. He meant something else."

It was several weeks before Tom and Abby could leave. Ten days after the altercation with Dorian Tom and Abby married in her parent's back yard. Tom had been consulted on the guest list of course but he had only a half dozen people he cared to invite and he really didn't expect to see any of them there. When Tom and Abby were walking down the aisle after the ceremony he stumbled upon seeing one of the guests. There, sitting beside his son whom he had put on the guest list sat his daughter and her small daughter. His eyes got icy and his jaw clenched. 

Even before they got out of the seating area he turned to Abby and began talking in an angry, albeit low voice. She became really frightened when she saw his face. "Abby did you invite my daughter to this wedding?" he asked.

When Abby nodded her head yes Tom said, "I thought I made myself understood that I NEVER want to see that whore or her mother again. What ever made you think you could defy me in this matter and what in the hell makes you think it is ok to do so?" by now Abby was looking ashen and she had silent tears running down her cheeks.

Abby began talking quietly as they walked. Tom led her past the reception area and into the house to the bedroom they had been using. He closed the door and continued talking to Abby. "I might have been able to stomach my daughter sleeping around. Hell many unmarried people do that. We did that. If no one is hurt sex between consenting adults is fine with me but whoring her self is more than I can accept. Also, for her to knowingly assist my wife in that endeavor and to cheat on her husband too is more than I can ever put up with. I do not associate knowingly with that type of non family member so why would you think I would want to associate with her?"

As Tom was talking there was a knock on the door then it opened without them giving permission. Shirley walked into the room and closed the door. She looked at Tom's face and saw how unhappy Abby looked. Before either of the newly weds could say anything she spoke. "If you are discussing what I think you are Tom I need to put my two cents worth in before things get out of hand. I pressured Abby into inviting your daughter. Since we did not know her address we put the invitation for her into the one for your son. Tom I know you are angry with her and don't approve of her lifestyle. I also know how you will feel in the future if you cut her out of your life and never get to see that beautiful grand daughter again. I cannot imagine going through life never seeing my grandchildren and I don't want you to do that either. If you have to be angry with someone for this be angry at me please Tom."

Tom stood glaring at the two women for several heartbeats then he sagged. He wouldn't admit it but he did want to be in the life of his small granddaughter. "Ok," he said. "But don't expect me to roll out the welcome mat for her. I'll be civil but I want you to know it's more for you and the child than anything."

Shirley smiled and linked her arm in Toms then she said, "Well, now that that's settled come on Son. We have a party to liven up and you have guests you need to mingle with."

Tom and Abigail had been at the reception for over an hour before they ran into Carrie, Harold and his granddaughter. He gave his son a big hug and stooped to pick up Linda, his granddaughter. She gave him a big hug and sloppy kiss but since she was only two years old she really didn't have any idea who he was. 

All the time Tom was talking to Harold and Linda Carrie was staring daggers at him. When he turned to her to hand her Linda she hissed, "What Father. No hug or greeting for me?"

Tom looked at her a moment and pressed his lips together then he said, "Hello Carrie. Linda sure is growing."

Carrie continued hissing, "You Asshole. I only came so I could tell you what a BASTARD Mom and I think you are. Wasn't it enough to take mother's share of your business and investments? Why did you have to make waves and get us arrested? When Stanley found out why I was arrested he filed for divorce too. I hope you're happy ruining two marriages with your meddling. We weren't hurting you. All we were trying to do was make a good living. Now we can't show our faces in town or in LA. We are having to find another town to move to so we can get jobs. We both hope you rot in hell."

Carrie turned to look at Abigail. She got a sneer on her face and said, "As for you, I can't imagine why you thought I would want to spend any time reconnecting with this sanctimonious bastard that used to be my Dad. If he loved me like he was supposed to he would have never treated me like he did. I only hope sometime, sometime soon, you find out how much he likes to hurt those who love him."

Carrie looked at Harold and said, "Come on Harold let's get out of here."

Shirley, Abby and a couple of the other guests that had heard the exchange stood in total shock as Carrie finally took Linda from Tom and walked rapidly toward the front of the house where they were parked. Harold was looking at Carrie with a shocked expression. He turned to look at Tom and Abby. They could see his mouth opening and closing but he said nothing. Finally he said, "Dad, I'm sorry. I had no idea... if I had known she was going to act like that I would have never have passed on the invitation or brought her. I thought you and she would bury the hatchet and we could be a family again. I knew she and mother were super angry with you when they decided you turned them in. Hell they didn't have a good word to say about you when you filed the divorce but when they got arrested...MAN were they pissed."

Harold was still talking when Carrie came around the corner of the house and screeched, "HAROLD come on. Get your ass over here and let's go." Harold looked at Tom then continued, "I'd better take her back to the hotel. Our flight back home is in the morning at ten. Dad if it's OK I'd really like to come back after I drop her off and talk. Could I please?"

Tom looked at Harold and gave him a weak smile. "Yes Son," he said. "I'd like to see you. Come on back when you can."

After Harold and Carrie left Tom walked to the bar and poured a large glass of the Glen Morangie. He walked slowly to a secluded chair and sat, Abby in his lap, and stared into space. Abby was crying silently as she leaned against him. She turned his head to her and gave him a gentle kiss then whispered, "Oh, Tom I'm so sorry. I just had no idea...Honey I should have followed your wishes but I let Mom talk me into this. It's my fault our wedding was spoiled. You can whip me or beat me like I deserve."

Tom sat up straight and pushed Abby back while he stared into her eyes. She saw fresh anger in his eyes and his face clouded up as he said harshly, "I thought you knew me better than that. You know I would NEVER strike you. If you think I'm that kind of man why did you marry me? Maybe we'd just better get an annulment tomorrow."

Abby screeched and grabbed Tom wrapping her arms around his neck. She hugged him so tightly he was almost choking and her wails were loud enough the guests were watching. Her parents and siblings rushed up. Howard asked, "What's the matter here. I know Carrie made some inappropriate comments but why are you two still fighting?

Abby looked up at her family and whimpered, "Tom said he wanted to have the marriage annulled tomorrow. I don't want to lose him and it's all my fault Daddy. Please help me convince him not to do that?"

Howard looked at Tom and asked, "Tom why would you want the marriage annulled? I thought you loved Abby. Sure she made a mistake but I understand most of the fault is really Shirley's. Surely this isn't something serious enough to cause an annulment!"

"Well Howard Abby seems to think I'm a wife beater and I don't want to live with anyone who doesn't trust me any more than that. I found out she doesn't know me at all and I think it would be better for everyone if I just fade into the sunset as it were."

Abby wailed again and said, "NO! Tom I don't think you're a wife beater. I just meant that, that...Well I know I messed up and I deserve to be punished and if you want to beat me...I want you to do it. I need to give you some closure and I'll understand. You don't beat women, I know that. It would be more in the line of a punishment. OH, please, can't we do that and...OH, please just forget I said that."

Howard gently pulled Abby from Tom's lap and turned to Shirley. "Take her somewhere and get her cleaned up. I think I need to talk to Tom here for a moment."

Shirley led a sniffling Abby back into the house and up to her bedroom. Howard glanced at his two sons and said, "Go get us another drink then leave us alone for a while won't you please?"

After the drinks had been delivered Howard looked at Tom seriously. He sighed and said, "Tom I know this day has been traumatic for you. I was so embarrassed when we heard Carrie ranting about you and when we heard some of the comments she made to other guests...I know how upset, how angry, how hurt you must be but don't you think you may be over reacting just a little at Abby's comment? I'm sure at some time in your life you have made a comment such as that. Hell I know I have. I'm sure all she meant was that she deserved to be censured for allowing Shirley to invite someone you thought shouldn't be at the ceremony. I know she now sees the wisdom you displayed when you excluded your daughter from the guest list. We both know she loves you deeply and I think you feel the same about her. I'm also sure that you really didn't mean what you said about an annulment but Tom I think even you know that was inappropriate."

Tom sat and looked at Howard for a while then sighed. "Yeah," he said. I did over react. She just pushed the wrong button at the wrong time. I suppose I had better get inside the house and see if she will forgive me."

Howard smiled and said, "Yeah, I think you should go to her but I don't think there's much for either of you to forgive. Just let her know you still love her and show it well if you get my drift..."

Tom smiled and winked. "Yeah, I think maybe I do. If you would take care of the guests for a while...?"

Tom walked into their room without knocking. Abby was sitting on their bed looking very forlorn while he mother sat in the only easy chair in the room. Neither was talking when Tom entered. He looked at Shirley and made a small motion with his head toward the door. Shirley smiled and rose, walking out the door closing it quietly after her.

Abby looked at Tom and said, "Oh Tom I'm so sorry I upset you. Mother has tried to explain how I could have said what I said in a better manner and why it hurt you so. Please Tom can you just please keep loving me and let me make it up to you? I promise to never go against your wishes again and to listen when you explain things"

Tom sat on the bed beside Abby and gave her a gentle kiss. "Shhh," he said. "I'm sorry too. I know I over reacted and I want you to know I would have never have done what I said. I do love you so much Honey."

Abby placed her fingers on Toms lips until he stopped talking then she leaned in to give him a gentle kiss, a kiss that rapidly turned steamy. She pressed her chest to him and he wrapped his arms around her pulling her tightly against his chest. She moaned as their tongues wrestled. Neither could remember later who made the first move to undress the other. All they knew was they were wrestling, struggling to remove clothes while they maintained lip and body contact.

Finally with an oath Tom stood and pulled Abby up too. He rapidly removed her wedding dress and found she had no bra or panties under it, only thigh high hose. His eyes lit up and she smiled a dazzling smile then he unfastened his trousers and pushed them down while Abby finished pushing his shirt off over his shoulders. Tom then pushed Abby back onto the bed and moved his head between her splayed thighs. He moved his hands up to her thighs and gently pressed them up and back. Her glistening cunt opened to his gaze and he heard a little smack as the lubricious lips pulled apart.

Tom began kissing around her thighs then her vulva. Occasionally he would touch her with his tongue. He licked off the juices she had already secreted and smiled in pleasure as he watched a small stream of clear liquid draining out of her cunt and down the crack of her ass. He couldn't keep up with her secretions. He licked from the bottom of her cunt to the top then would suck her clit into his mouth and flick it several times with his tongue.




Retirement Village Visit



Dwight stepped out of his mothers apartment and walked down the hall to the main common area. He enjoyed the times when he would accompany his wife for a visit to his mother-in-law. They had always gotten along quite well, but he knew that his wife enjoyed some one-on-one time with her mother. As he approached the common area he recognized a few of the ladies sitting at a table and walked over to join them. 

This was a retirement village with full apartments for each of its guests, along with extensive common areas for meals, recreation and social gatherings. Dwight and his wife, Laurie had been regular visitors to the Safire Lake Village for almost a year, which was the time the Dwight was able to take a transfer in his job back to his wife's home town. 

Dwight joined the two ladies and the conversation immediately changed to focus on Dwight. The ladies were named Elizabeth and Adriana. Elizabeth was a tall, midsized lady with fiery red hair at 72 years young. Adriana was a 74 year old, slightly larger lady with wide hips, full yet sagging breasts and short brown & grey hair. Elizabeth & Adriana were more playful with Dwight on this visit. 

Elizabeth: "So when are you going to leave that skinny young lady of yours, for a mature woman who will treat you right." 

Adriana: "We know how to properly pleasure a man." 

Dwight was used to their playful banter from his previous visits. 

Dwight: "What about all of the men around this place, certainly there are a number of men here that could tame your passions?" 

Adriana: "This is mostly a hen party here, as most of the men that are here are married. This is the curse of living longer then our men folk." 

At this time Laurie walked up and advised Dwight that it was time to go. 

It was only a few weeks after this visit that Laurie's mother passed away. This was tough on both of them, but even more difficult when only three weeks later, Laurie died in a car accident on a simple trip home from the store. 

It was months later on a Saturday morning, that Dwight, was returning from an early breakfast a local diner and as he looked up, he saw the Safire Lake Village and on a spur of the moment he just turned into the parking lot. Dwight had moved to this town about a year ago and had yet to make any good friends of his own, they were all Laurie friends. As he walked into the common area he quickly caught sight of Adriana and Elizabeth sitting in the corner by the window. He approached them and they quickly started back with their flirtatious conversations. After some time, their conversation turned a bit more serious.

Adriana: "So, I wouldn't have expected to see you back here after Greta passed?" 

Dwight paused for a moment, and responded in lower tones.

Dwight: "I lost my Laurie a few months ago to a car accident." 

They both responded in shock with their sympathies, as they had not heard this news.

Elizabeth: (In a bright cheery voice) "Well, I know how to cheer you up. You need the comfort of a good experienced woman to make your body tingle." 

At that time another resident came by and asked Elizabeth to do her hair. Elizabeth excused herself and left the table. 

Dwight: "Do you ladies seriously think about sex constantly? Are you ladies getting any...?" Then he paused for a moment as he was searching for the right word, "male attention." 

Adriana: "Well, we are still able to have sex and we enjoy it, but there are slim pickings around here and we do not get out much. It has been a very long time for most of us and so, we flirt a lot with most everyone. But for the most part, we just want to feel alive again. So yes, we joke about sex, but we are serious, well, I am serious." 

Dwight paused for a moment and looked down at the ground.

Dwight;"Maybe we can help each other. But understand one thing, I am not looking for any type of relationship, there is going to have to be some rules." 

Adriana eyes jumped with excitement, as she did not expect any response from her flirtations. Adriana looked around the room to see if anyone had heard Dwight's response. Adriana invited Dwight back to her room to discuss the details further. Dwight advised that he had some running around to do, but I would be able to come back at 3 pm. They would continue to review the details of the rules at that time. 

Dwight returned to Adriana's apartment promptly at 3: 00. Adriana opened the door wearing a lovely blue dress, as if she was going out to dinner and a show. Dwight entered looking Adriana directly in the eye, gently brushing her cheek with his hand. Neither of them spoke for a moment as they both moved to sit next to each other on the couch. 

Dwight: "If this is going to be too complicated, we can call this off."

Adriana: "No, I am ok, with all of this. It has just been a long time. I am a little nervous. I must admit I had a glass of wine, OK two glasses."

Dwight: "It looks like you are doing well, very well. Ok then, let's discuss some ground rules. Do you have any rules that you would like to offer?"

Adriana: "I cannot think of any."

Dwight: "You are a good friend that I have known for a year and I do not want a single day to ruin our friendship. As such I propose that if either of us has any issues, problems or difficulties with this afternoon, then we both pretend that it did not happen and continue on as if nothing happened. Is there anything for you that is out of bounds, or any medical concerns that I should know about?"

Adriana: "I am in good health, other than a bit of arthritis, Oh, and a small problem with hemorrhoids."

Dwight: "Got it, no anal." 

Adriana: "Oh my, I had not even considered that. You youngsters think of the strangest things. We would have had not considered doing anything like that in our younger days."

Dwight: "There is not going to be a long term relationship here. It has only been weeks since I lost the love of my life. I cannot. We are just two friends helping each other out."

Adriana: (Interrupting) "I understand." 

And with that Adriana rubbed the back of her hand on Dwight's cheek. Dwight responded in turn by kissing Adriana on the cheek, then the lips, continuing onto her neck. Adriana leaned her neck over to allow Dwight full access to her neck. After a short moment, she stepped back and away from Dwight and turned, walking into the bedroom. As they arrived in the bedroom, Adriana shut the door behind him. The lights were off, but it was the middle of the day and even with the curtains closed, there was plenty of light in the room. 

Adriana: "It has been a long time for me and I have seen this day over and over in my mind and unless you have no objections, I am going to take the lead here today." (Pausing only briefly for no instant objection) "Well good, it's decided then."

Dwight was a bit shocked by her comments, but did not have any objections, so he consented to her request, without really having any time to think about it. With this Adriana, turned around and backed into Dwight, moving her hair to the side. Dwight realized that she was asking to have her dress unzipped. As he lowered the zipper she bent over at the same time pushing her butt into his groin. He could not help but continue his hands down to her hips after grounding her zipper to its base. Adriana continued to sway and mash her backside into Dwight. Dwight's member sprung to attention. Adriana could feel his excitement and she turned around without standing up as her dress fell open but not off. She made quick work of opening his pants, belt and zipper, dropping his pants to the floor. She left his boxer briefs on but did brush her hand onto the front of his briefs to tease him. 

She stood up allowing her dress to fall to the ground. They both kicked off their shoes and stepped out of their clothes as Adriana pulled his shirt up over his head. Adriana grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and removed his socks. As he sat back up he could see that that she was in the process of removing her bra, exposing her snow white fleshy breasts. Adriana stood back just far enough that he could not reach her as she swayed her hips from side to side to lower her sexy white panties. Dwight was bulging with excitement as he sat their taking in the beauty of Adriana's silky white naked body, and her full bush. Dwight stood up and dropped his boxer briefs and as he was standing back up, Adriana gave him the slightest push dropping him back onto the bed. 

Adriana climbed onto Dwight, gently rubbing her body across him as she continued to move slowly across his lips. First she positioned her left breast to his lips for a gentle kiss from Dwight, then her chest, belly, bush and right leg. She then fell back onto the bed herself with her head on a pillow. No words were spoken, but Dwight moved to caress her foot, then continuing his hands up her legs with a gentle touch. With his hands leading the way his lips followed, kissing her along her body. His hands reached her breast about the same time that his lips reached her furry mound. As he fondled both breasts, he used his nose to make a path in her bush, followed by his tongue reaching in to locate her clitoris. He varied his attentions back and forth between his hands on her breasts and his tongue on her clitoris. And to be honest, most of his attention was to her clitoris. He then slid down slightly and buried his tongue into her vagina, then back to the clitoris. She rolled him over onto his back and climbed on top of him pushing her full bush into his face as she kneeled above him. 

She took control of the exact location of Dwight's mouth exactly where she wanted it and she moved around on his face. She soon began to be more aggressive in pushing her hips forward then back, but stopped abruptly and lowered her clitoris down on his lips with significant pressure. He worked his lips and tongue and until she could no longer hold her position and began to move forward and back with the passions of her first orgasm in many years. She collapsed forward onto the bed with heavy breathing. Dwight slid out from underneath her and rubbed her butt checks and thighs as he rolled her over onto her back. She pulled both of her legs back and up into the air as she rolled back her hips. 

Dwight wasted no time in positioning his throbbing and leaking member to the edge of her vagina. He slowly inserted just the tip of his penis, stopped and then pushed half way in. Withdrawing slightly he then pushed all the way in and held it there for a brief moment. Following this he began with some slow and rhythmic thrusting. But at this Adriana place her hands on his thighs and pulled him hard in. So, he began to thrust harder and once again she pulled him harder into herself. He continued to thrust hard into her and with little advanced warning she began to moan and thrust herself in a much more powerful orgasm. Dwight took this opportunity to thrust faster until he erupted into his own orgasm with four long and deep thrusts. He rolled onto his side next to her as she lowered her legs to the bed. Adriana took a moment to catch her breath.

Adriana: "We are going to have to do this again, but not for a week or so, I need some time to recover."

Dwight: "You were," Then he corrected himself, "No you are, amazing."

They laid there for a few more minutes, both catching their breath and recovering. 

Dwight: "Would you like to grab some dinner."

Adriana: "No, let's just keep this casual. But I would like your phone number to schedule another visit."

Dwight: "Sure."

Adriana: "I am just going to take a little nap."

With that, Dwight got up dressed as he gazed back at the beautiful yet aged naked woman in front of him as she was rolled over on her side exposing her full hips and buttocks and her shinning wet spot still exposed through her bush. He was a bit surprised at how this older woman could still excite him so much. He finished dressing and let himself out of her apartment.

The next morning his phone rang and glancing at the number he could see that it was the retirement village. 

Dwight: "Adriana, how are you feeling today?" 

Elizabeth: "Oh this isn't Adriana, This is Elizabeth. Are you up for a little visit to my apartment today? I am good with rules. How does 3: 00 sound?"

By: Jay Namelorb

*****

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Retirement



Davy shifted uncomfortably. "I ... I don't know, grandpa. That seems kind of ... extreme."

"Trust me, boy. We're both Blaines, and if there's one thing Blaines know how to do, it's handle women."

David shook his head slightly, watching the pretty woman float about on her back while she waited for his mother to join her.

Grant clasped David's shoulder from behind. "You just keep an eye on that pretty redhead -- just observe her real closely for a while -- you'll see. Underneath, she's a hot little snatch." Then he walked around to the steps of the pool. "How's the water, little filly?"

Caroline had been floating on her back, relaxing, but she leaned forward to stand up. "Oh, Mr Blaine. It's fine -- feels wonderful, actually."

"That's great, honey," he said as he waded in. "But don't call me 'Mr Blaine' -- you'll have me feeling elderly. Please, it's 'Grant.'"

"Okay, Grant. I'm Caroline."

"Hello, Caroline. So, do you come here often?"

"The pool?" She smiled naughtily. "Every chance I get. I'm afraid I'm addicted to the sunshine. Given my 'drothers, I'd spend more time basking in the sun than a lizard." She giggled.

"I've always liked swimming, too. When I was in younger, I even competed at the college swim meets."

"Really?" She raised one eyebrow. "A winner in sports *and* finance, Grant. I don't think you'll find a shortage of women interested in you."

"Ahhh, but none a pretty as thee."

"Charming too." She cocked her head. "But I'm married."

"That's no problem. Anyway, I was noticing your swimming technique a minute ago. If your ego isn't too fragile, I could give you a couple small pointers. If you'd be interested, that is."

She looked at him a moment before answering. "Sure. Alright."

Grant waded over to her. "Okay, turn around this way." He ran his hand over her right hip, cupping the cheek. "This bikini is made out of a really nice fabric."

"Uhh, thanks," she said, gently pushing his hand away from her buttocks.

"Right. Back to swimming lessons. Okay, I'm going to place one forearm across the front of your thighs here, and the other forearm across your abdomen here. Then you lean forward into the water. Good, like that. Now, I'll hold you in place this way while you demonstrate how you normally swim."

Caroline lowered her face into the water and began paddling with her arms. Grant pulled her midsection up several inches, looked at Davy to make sure he was watching, then stuck his tongue out and went through exaggerated motions as though he were going to lick her ass.

Caroline stopped paddling and stood up. "How was that?"

"*Pretty* good. But did you notice all the wasted movement in your arm motions? That will tire you out in no time, wasting all your energy in splashing. Here, let me show you." He turned her until he stood behind her, then raised her left arm with his left. "Now, when you are pulling back with this arm, you should feel the muscles contract here." He placed his right hand over her left breast to indicate the location. "Go ahead and pull your arm back while focusing on the muscles in this area." She hesitantly move her arm and Grant cupped the breast. "Feel that?" he breathed.

"Uhm, yes," she said, giggling nervously, using her right hand to pull his away from her breast. "I think ... I think I've got it, Mr Blaine."

"Good! Splendid! Now one more exercise. Give me your wedding ring."

"My ring?" She asked, cocking her head and twisting the ring around her finger.

"Yes, your ring."

"Uhmmm ..." She pulled the ring off and handed it over. "Here you go."

Grant took it and tossed it towards the deep end of the pool. "This exercise teaches submersive techniques -- it's hard to paddle your way to the bottom of the pool -- as well as techniques of cooperation."

"Submersive ...."

"Come, Caroline." He led her along the ledge of the pool to the deep end. "Now your job is to get the ring. But the water here is deeper than you are tall, so you're going to have to paddle hard."

"But --"

"Now, I'm willing to help you," he whispered. "Every time you give Grant's little soldier a few tugs, I'll give you a little push from up here to help you get a little lower."

"Grant's litte ...."

"You know what I'm talking about, Caroline."

She just stared at him a moment, shocked, then repulsed. "Yes," she sighed finally. "Yes, I do."

"Good. Then let's play 'retrieve the ring.'"

"But --"

"It's the only way you are going to retrieve the ring. And what would your husband say if you came home without it?"

Blushing crimson, Caroline pushed her hand into Grant's swimtrunks and began fondling him. After a moment, she started to withdraw her hand, but Grant said, "The first time costs extra." Her hand went back into the trunks and began rubbing him again.

"Enough?" she whispered flatly after a few moments.

"That'll do," he smiled. "Okay, go down head first, and I'll push a little from up here."

Caroline's head disappeared beneath the surface, and as her legs rose up, Grant put his hand between them at the crotch and began squeezing, not pushing her down at all. Caroline paddled strenuously, but couldn't get deep enough to retrieve the ring. Finally, she broke the surface, panting.

"I can't do it. I just can't do it," she panted, catching her breath. "Please, Mr Blaine. Please get my ring for me. I just can't."

"'Mister'?"

"Please, Grant. Do me this favor." She smiled shyly. "I'll let you rub me a little more. I know you like that."

"Rub you?"

"Yeah," she smiled, taking his hand and putting it against her crotch.

"You're a pretty horny woman, Miss Caroline."

She shook her head. "I don't know ... what ... it is about you. I'm not usually like this. I mean, I have *never* been unfaithful."

"You say this with my hand between you legs."

"Ohgod, I know. I don't know what's happening to me this afternoon."

"You'll let me put my finger up your hole?"

She looked at him. "In return for getting my ring?" She swallowed. He just stared at her intently. "Yes," she whispered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I'll let you stick your finger up my pussy hole, Grant."

Grant's fingers deftly moved the thin strip of material out of the way, then two of them slid up inside her. She started breathing heavily again, and not at all from her dive a few moments ago.

"You're such a red-headed slut."

"Please don't. Don't call me names."

"Okay, Caroline. Then you can do it. Tell me that you're my little cunt, and I'll dive for your ring."

"Please, Grant. Just rub me a little more instead."

Grant continued to manipulate his fingers in her pussy. It was several moments before she realized he was content to continue doing that and did not intend to dive until she told him what he wanted to hear.

"I'm your little cunt," she whispered. "Your own slutty horny cunt-in-heat. Okay? Please get my ring now."

"As you wish." Grant bent double at the waist, his head disappearing and his feet rising straight up. Then the feet sank as he did, he kicked a couple times, then he reappeared with the ring.

"My ring!" she said quietly, clapping her hands. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, her tongue slipping into his mouth, bewildering her at her own wantonness. "Thank you." She held her hand out.

"Not yet. A trade."

"A what?"

"A trade. Give me your bikini bottoms, and I'll give you the ring I just worked so hard at retrieving."

"My what?! C'mon," she said, moving her hand lightly over his crotch. "Just cop a few more feels off me, okay? Give me my ring, please?"

Grant just floated there, smiling, as she fondled him.

"Don't I turn you on?" she whispered, smiling and drawing her shoulders back.

Grant just continued smiling.

"Bastard!" She untied the strings on each hip and handed him the small piece of pink cloth. "Now give me my ring!"

Grant held up the ring, but when Caroline reached for it, he shook his head. He reached beneath the water and placed the ring just inside her cunt lips.

After a moment, she retrieved the ring and put it back on her finger. Then she licked her lips. "Thank you for getting my ring," she said finally.

Grant nodded.

"When are you going to give me back my bikini?"

Grant smiled and began swimming away, her bikini tucked safely away in his briefs.

"Grant! Please!" she called after him.

"Please what?" Daphne asked from the patio table by the pool, where she was setting down the papers they were to work on.

"Oh, nothing," she said, glaring at him while he laughed. She made her way along the side of the pool to the shallow point nearest the table, careful to keep her pelvis well below the water and, hopefully, hidden.

"Come on out and we'll get started," Daphne told her.

"No, the water just feels so good today that I'd like to float here a few more minutes. I can do just as good a job from here."

"Suit yourself." She sat down, put on her glasses and pulled out two papers.

Grant swam over behind Caroline. "So what are you two young ladies working so hard on?"

"It's plans for a fundraiser, Daddy."

"Don't tell me. A bake-off, right? Listen to an old financial pro. Put a little more imagination into it and give the public what they want. Why, a kissing booth with this red-headed lovely right here would earn you more than any bake-off."

"Daddy!" She looked at Caroline, who was fidgetting quite a bit. "Caroline, I apologize. I -- are you okay?"

"Yes!" she almost shrieked, still fidgeting. "I mean, yes, I'm fine."

"Caroline, this isn't going to work out. Daddy, we appreciate your advice, but we would like to work this out on our own. Caroline, come sit up here so that my father does not feel the constant need to interrupt us."

"Daphne ... I can't."

"Caroline, don't be silly. Come on and let's get to work."

"Please, Daphne. I can't ...."

Daphne stood, concerned. "Caroline, are you okay? Is something wrong?"

The redhead muttered something.

"What?"

"Your father has my bikini bottoms," she said a little louder, her face cast down.

Daphne stood, frozen.

After several moments, Caroline looked up at her. "I said, your father has --"

"I heard what you said! I don't believe this!"

"Believe it, Daffy-Bear!" Grant said, reaching into his briefs with his left hand. He pulled out the hot-pink cloth and threw it to Daphne's feet.

"Good lord! I do not believe this! What the *hell* are --!!!" She caught herself and took several deep breaths. "Caroline," she said in a threatening voice, "Get out here, away from my father, now!"

Caroline looked down again. "I can't," she muttered.

"Why is that?!"

"Daphne, your --" she looked down again and shuddered.

"Caroline!"

"Daphne, you father has his finger up my asshole! I tried to stop him! But he was just so insistent! He's got the damn thing in up to the second knuckle now, and --"

"Caroline! Stop it! Daddy! How could you?!"

"Daphne," Grant spoke up, "We're two consenting adults. And your red-headed friend here is such a hot little piece of ass, that -- well, here, I'll show you." With that, he began walking toward the steps of the pool, steering Caroline in front of him, directing her by moving his finger around in her ass in the direction he wanted her to go.

"Grant! Please!" Caroline squealed as he pushed her up the steps, exposing her pelvis from the water. "Her son is still there!"

"Ohgod!" Daphne muttered and spun around. "David! In the house now!"

The boy simply sat there, staring as Mrs McLure's bare ass rose up out of the water, his grandfather's hand behind it.

"David!" she called, marching up to him. "In the house! Now!"

David got his feet to moving, his mother pushing his back from behind. Grandpa had Mrs McLure all the way out of the water now and was bringing her around the corner of the pool, still steering her with his finger up her anus.

"Davy," he called as the boy walked by, wide-eyed. "She's a real red-head."

"I see, Grandpa. I see."

"Daddy, I--!!!" Daphne clenched her fists and continued pushing her son towards the house.

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

An hour later, Grant and Caroline wandered into the house.

Daphne was sitting at the kitchen table, drumming her fingers on it loudly. "Get out," she ordered them calmly.

"Daphne, I am so sorry," Caroline said, crimson-faced. "I don't know what in the world came --"

"I don't care. Get out of my house. Do not come back. Ever."

Caroline looked pleadingly at her, but Daphne continued staring at the table. Finally, Caroline took her purse and left.

"Daffy-Bear --"

"Do not call me that."

"Sweetie-Dear --"

"My name is Daphne, father." She looked up from the table to meet his eyes. "This is my house. *My* house. While you are living in my house, there are rules that you will follow. Remember that little saying, Daddy? It's still true now that our roles are reversed. What happened today will never happen again. Not ever. Understood?"

"As you wish, dear."

"My son was --" her voice started to raise, and she caught herself. "I am too angry to talk about this," she said after a moment. "Do not mistake, however. We *will* talk about it. Long and hard. And about the rules around here." She paused, breathing heavily with anger. "Now, I do not want to see your face for several hours, Daddy."

"As you wish, dear. I'll be in my room."

Grant trekked back to his room and shut the door. He had insisted on having a second phone line installed after he arrived and was grateful of that now, as he picked up the receiver and dialed.

"Hello, dear. I need to speak with Mr Lockhead, please. Of course you may. I'm Mr Blaine. I'm sure that -- yes, thank you very much.

"Douglass! Fine, fine! No, really, everything is fine. I just wanted to call and tell you that I've finally made up my mind about that last subject. Yes, you figured right, then. I *am* going to want to plug that one. Yes, as soon as you could get on it.

"Thank you, Douglass. I can always count on you."

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

The next morning, after David had left for school -- Daphne was going to need to talk with him about what happened yesterday -- the doorbell rang. Daphne checked out the window, and saw a brown van -- probably a package delivery.

"Yes?" she asked as she opened the door.

"Mrs Blaine?"

"Yes --" She felt an aerosol mist cover her face, and she backed away from the door.

"Easy, Mrs Blaine," the man stepped into the house, shut the front door, and tried to calm her.

"What?! What was --?!"

"Easy. It was just something to help make you a little more compliant."

"But--"

"Is anyone else in the house, Mrs Blaine?"

"I can answer that," Grant said from the bottom of the stairs. "I'm the only other one."

The man stood to attention. "Mr Blaine."

"Daddy," Daphne said, trying to wipe her face, "Who is this man? What was I sprayed with?"

"Easy, Daffy. He's just a man trying to do his job. Now keep your mouth shut while he does what he has to." He turned to look at the man and nodded. "Hello, Bradford. Think you can have her back by nine?"

"That seems reasonable, sir."

"Good, then get back to work. I don't want to keep you."

"Yes, sir."

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

It was nine-thirty, and David was sitting at the kitchen table, holding a novel in his hands, but not making much progress reading it. Grandpa had said that his mother had gone out shopping with a friend, but it wasn't like her to stay out this late.

His father had called from work, concerned, and David was angry at him. He understood that his father frequently had to work extra hours, but this was David's mother and Clark's wife that was missing. His father should have cancelled work and come home, as far as David was concerned. He was spending even more hours at the office than usual, anyway.

He heard the key in the front door and sprang up.

"Momma!" he said as she stepped in the door. "Where were you?!" he asked as he hugged her.

"Honey, sshh. It's okay. I was just out doing a little shopping."

"But you're never out this late. None of the stores in town are even open past nine o'clock."

"Time just got away from us, David. It's okay. Really. I just have this splitting headache."

"Here," he said, leading her to the kitchen table, "I'll get you some aspirin."

"That's a dear."

"No trouble shopping?" Grant asked.

"No, daddy. I got some good buys."

"That's good. About yesterday and that red-head, honey --"

Daphne held up her hand. "Daddy, please. I'm not up to it. This headache feels like it's about to split my head apart."

"Here you go, Mom," Davy said, handing her two aspirin and a glass of tea.

"Thanks, dear." She put them on her tongue and took a drink. "You're a lifesaver."

"So where'd you go shopping, mom?"

"Oh, all over town, Davy. But I don't feel up to talking about it now. I want to go take a hot bath, then crawl into bed and sleep off this headache."

David nodded. "Sure, mom. You go on up and I'll lock up. Have a good night."

"Thanks, dear," she said, walking carefully towards the stairs, trying not to jar herself too much.

"I'll get the door, Davy," Grant offered. "You go on to bed. You have classes tomorrow morning."

"Thanks, Grandpa. I'll take you up on that. I've been sitting here, worried about Mom all night until I'm exhausted myself."

Grant waited for David to go upstairs, then locked the front door. He stopped by the refridgerator to get a beer, then lifted the telephone receiver and dialed a number.

"Hi. Yes, this is Grant. Okay. I understand. Okay, I just wanted to make sure there were no problems. She was running late. All right, I understand that happens. That's acceptable." He hung up the phone.

Grant turned the lights off and headed upstairs. Stopping by Davy's door, her could hear the steady breathing of sleep -- the boy wasn't exaggerating when he said he was exhausted. He walked up the hall to the bathroom, opened the door, and stepped in.

Daphne had been laying in the hot bathwater, soaking with her eyes shut, when she heard the door open and her eyes flew open. "Daddy!" she gasped, snatching desperately for a towel. She managed to get it off the hook and cover herself, still in the bathtub, soaking the towel.

"Daddy! Get out of here!"

Grant chuckled and shut the door. "Honey, we have to talk."

"Daddy, no! Get out of here!"

He took a drink from the beercan and sat down on the toilet lid. "Daffy-Bear, I feel just awful about upsetting you yesterday."

"Daddy, we will talk about it tomorrow. Now, please leave!"

"You don't understand, Sugar. I'm overwrought. I feel so bad about --"

"Daddy, everything is fine. Okay? Is that what you want me to say? Goddam you! Don't think I don't know what you're doing. This is another power struggle. You want to get your way on this, you want me to just say everything is fine, so you wait until you've got me in a position of disadvantage, then --"

"Daffy-Bear, I would never try to put you in a position of disad --"

"Daddy, when I'm sitting naked in the tub, trying to cover myself with a soaked bathtowel while you're sitting there smirking, that has me in a position of disadvantage! And don't think I don't realize you intended all this."

Grant laughed. "I guess you know me pretty well, honey."

"Yes, Daddy, I do."

"So, how about it? Forgive me?"

"Daddy, just leave! We will go over all this tomorrow."

"No," Grant said, pushing. "I have you in a 'position of disadvantage' now, and I'm not leaving until you say you forgive me."

"Daddy!"

Grant leaned back and took another drink of beer.

"I forgive you, Daddy. Happy now?!"

"Delighted, sweetie." He stood. "Just delighted. Can I get you another towel. That one looks positively saturated."

Daphne rolled her eyes and sighed. "Please, just leave. And lock the door behind you since I apparently forgot."




Retirement



"Of course, dear," he said smiling, locked the door, and left.

Daphne pushed the soaked towel toward the bottom of the bathtub. "Must be this freaking headache," she muttered. "I always lock the door. And if I didn't before, you can bet I will verify it all the time now, you old bastard." She settled back down into the hot water. "Stinking old bastard, barging in here like that."

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

Sarah looked up from the posterboard that she was trying to turn into a sign for the fundraiser, and studied Daphne across the table. They were in Daphne's kitchen, and Sarah was concerned that her friend was so quiet today.

"Caroline said to tell you again that she is sorry."

"Well, she can stuff it," Daphne said, without looking up from her own sign.

"What happened between you two anyway? Caroline won't talk about it."

"We just had a difference of opinion. A *big* difference of opinion."

"Well," Sarah sighed, "You both seem to be tearing yourselves up over it."

Daphne tossed her magic marker to the middle of the table and leaned back. "It's not really that that has me so worked up."

"I'm biting. What is it, then?"

"Well, it's just ... Daddy just seems to be bullying everyone around and still getting his way despite anything I say. And, dammit, this is my house. He needs to be behave himself. David's still living here, impressionable, and Daddy's having a hyperactive mid-life crisis!"

"Boy, he really does have you worked up."

"He's impossible!"

At that moment, they heard a key unlock the front door. Then Grant stepped in with a pretty blonde college girl.

"Daffy! Good afternoon! I see your pretty brunette schoolteacher is here with you. Hi, pretty brunette schoolteacher."

"Daddy," Daphne sighed, "What are you doing?"

"This," he said, putting his arm over the blonde girl's shoulder, "Is Trish. She's a cheerleader at David's college, and she's the prettiest girl in the whole school."

"Grant," she said, giggling and nudging him with her shoulder.

"Daddy! For godsakes! This girl is a third your age!"

"Daffy-Bear, you just have to realize that your father is not only a parent, he is also a man."

"Puh-lease!" Sarah put her opinion in.

"Don't scoff at me, pretty miss schoolteacher," Grant smiled. "You've never had the Blaine charm sprung on you."

"And I can go my whole life without it, I assure you. Patricia, why don't you run along and stop teasing the old man."

"Don't you try to --" the blonde girl began, but Grant cut her off.

"I've really touched a nerve," Grant said to Sarah.

"It's just silly to see ... something ... like this," Sarah said, waving her arm at Grant and Patricia.

"You're just jealous because you're too repressed to get a man, Miss Milsford."

"Young lady, you may be --"

"Ladies! Ladies!" Grant bellowed. "Easy, gals. Don't get into a catfight over me. Miss Milsford, you'll get your turn later. And Trish, honey, you'll get to watch. But for now, if you two ladies," he nodded toward the table Daphne and Sarah were sitting at, "Will excuse us. Trish and I are going to go play a little." He put his arm around the giggling girl and led her up the stairs.

"Bastard!" Sarah spat out.

"Do you see how he gets to you?"

"I see, alright. Geez, he's a mean old bastard!"

"And you don't even have to live with him."

"How do you stand it, Daphne?"

"I'm figuring that out now," she said, picking up the marker and starting to work on her sign again.

Sarah just stared at her a few moments, then resumed working on her sign as well.

"Grant! Oh, what are you doing?!" came the high pitch voice from upstairs. "Grant!"

"Bastard!" Sarah muttered.

"Yep," Daphne agreed, still working on her sign.

After a couple minutes, a rhythmic thumping began upstairs.

"Daphne, you do *not* need to put up with this," Sarah said, looking up from her posterboard.

"What else can I do?"

"You do *not* have to suffer being treated this way. You are an adult. So is he. If he doesn't follow your rules, he needs to just start looking for another place to live."

"Oh, Grant, oh! Damn, that feels goooooood!"

"You wouldn't put up with David doing this in your house, would you?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Then why do you put up with it from him?"

"Oh, yes, *yes*, *YES*!!! Fuck! Yeeeeessssss!"

"I don't ... know ... I couldn't just ...."

"Daphne, you are not ... this isn't ..." Sarah stopped to get a hold of her anger.

"Oh, not again! Oh! Fuck! Graaaaaaant!"

"Daphne, the consequences of his actions are his fault and his fault alone. If he wears out his welcome, well, that was just something he should have thought of!"

"Oh ... oh ... yes, Graaaaant ... yes ...."

"Daphne, he is a slimy old lech. Forgive me, I know he's your father, but he really is."

"I know, I know. But I just can't bring myself to --"

"Oh, sweetjesus, not again! Oh! *Oh!! *OOOOOHHHHHH*!!!!!"

"You know, this is an insult right here," Sarah said. "Every time that little tramp squeals, it's an insult to the two of us sitting here."

"I know, Sarah," Daphne sighed.

"And you just keep on taking it." Sarah clucked her tongue, grabbed the magic marker, and started taking her agression out on the sign.

Daphne didn't know what to do. Sarah was right, but Daphne just couldn't bring herself to take action. She took a carrot from the bowl on the table and stuck the tip in her mouth. As she pondered over what was happening, what Sarah had just said, she ran her tongue around the tip of the carrot without biting it. Actually, she had never kept carrots in the house until she started craving them a few days ago. But she always took her time eating them, spending quite a bit of time just slowly running her tongue around and around the end.

"Oh, god, I feel like a woman ...," came a voice from the bottom of the stairs.

Daphne and Sarah looked over to see Patricia standing there, leaning on the bannister, dressed in a white nightgown, her breasts clearly visible through the sheer top.

"That's my nightgown!" Daphne told her.

"Well, I needed *something* to wear. Although I suppose I could take it off now for you if you really want."

"No," Daphne told her, her lips pursed. "Just keep the damn thing on."

"You tramp!" Sarah called her.

"Yeah, right. He said to send you up next, although I really don't see what he sees in your drab little self."

"Send ... me ... up ...," Sarah sputtered.

Patricia walked to the kitchen and opened the refridgerator door. "Yeah, he said he wanted to do you next," she said, taking the orange juice carton out.

"To ... do ... me! ... That ... bastARD!"

"Yeah, but, boy, can he fuck. You heard a couple quiet spells there in the middle. Damn if I didn't pass out it felt so good!"

"This is enough ...," Daphne said quietly.

"He has this thing he does with his tongue, you know," Patricia continued telling Sarah, causing the schoolteacher to cover her ears with her hands.

"This just can't go on ...," Daphne muttered.

"And he has this one way of rubbing your clit at the same time that he fingers you butthole that --"

"You let him touch your anus?!" Sarah asked the cheerleader, taking her hands from her ears, astonished.

"Well, I normally wouldn't. I mean, I don't do things like that. But he was doing something else at the time, licking me somewhere, and before I knew it, he had been fingering my butthole for several seconds, and it just felt so, oh man!, so good that I couldn't get the words out to tell him to stop. You know? So he kept on going. And that was one of those times that I just passed out, it felt so good."

"I need to take a stand sometime," Daphne said a little louder. "Sarah, you're right, you know that?"

"Yeah," Sarah said distractedly, sliding her chair back and standing up.

"I mean, you're right. He doesn't own this house. And he certainly doesn't own me or my family. For David's sake this can't continue going -- Sarah, where are you going?"

Sarah stood at the doorway to the kitchen. "I was just ... uhm ... I just need to ...." She shut her mouth and shrugged her shoulders.

"Sarah!" Daphne gasped. "You're not -- you are! You're going to go up to him! Just like he told you to!! Sarah! Where are your ... how could you?!"

"Oh, I'm not listening to him! I'm --" Sarah said, then opened and shut her mouth twice without saying anything. "Daphne, I'm not listening to him. I just want to go up and see the sonofabitch that would have enough gall to even suggest something like this. That's all," she said, backing up towards the stairs. "I just want to see what such a sonofabitch looks like."

"Sarah ...."

"I'm just going to look," she said, backing up the stairs.

"I give her two minutes before she cums," Patricia offered, sitting down in the vacated chair with her glass of orange juice.

"But how could she?! How could she just ...."

"He just has this way about him." She drank several gulps of juice.

"Don't! Don't you dare!" they heard Sarah's voice from upstairs.

"Ignore that," Patricia advised Daphne. "She's just playing hard to get. Won't last, though. But she may try to go as long as she can without crying out. It would be a matter of pride for her." She took another long drought of orange juice.

"Ohsweetfuckingjesus!!!!!!"

Patricia smiled. "But, then again, she may not have much choice. Like I said, he has a way about him." She finished drinking the glass of orange juice, then set the empty glass by the sink. "Well, I'd better get back up there. He said I could watch." She giggled and headed up the stairs.

Daphne stuck the carrot back in her mouth and began running her tongue around and around it. How? How could this all be happening? Sarah was so decisive just a few minutes ago, and now listen to her.

"Oh, FUCK! Not there! Please, stop, no! Oh ... OH ... OH, YES, OH YES RIGHT THERE ... AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

"What happened to you, Sarah?" Daphne whispered out loud. "You were just here, getting ready to help me. But now you're up there with him, sucking his cock or something."

"No!" Sarah cried out from upstairs. "Don't stop! No, please don't stop!"

Daphne slowly stood, her carrot in her mouth, and eased over to the staircase, then up the stairs.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck," Sarah was repeating with a rhythm from the room at the top of the stairs.

"Here, tramp, suck my nipples while he plugs you," Patricia ordered her.

"Get lost, bitch. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck."

Daphne swallowed hard, then moved into the doorway to see what was happening.

Sarah was on the desk, her ankles up by her ears, her pelvis tilted forward to allow Grant's prick pumping access to her asshole.

Patricia and Grant saw her first. "Oh, look at that," Patricia said with a smile, pointing at Daphne.

Sarah wrenched her upper body around to see, but Grant held her lower body pinned with his hands and cock.

Sarah's eyes grew wide, and her mouth opened and shut a couple times before anything would come out. "I ... I ... Daphne, please ... I just don't know why I ...."

Daphne just stood, shaking her head, then began backing away, down the hall, toward her room, to lock the door and try to sort through all these things that were happening.

"What was that carrot dangling out of her mouth?" Patricia asked the other two.

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It was ten o'clock in the evening.

Daphne was in the bathtub, her carrot in her mouth, her tongue slowly running around and around it as she reflected on what had happened today, on where everything was going.

The doorknob turned, and Grant stepped in.

Daphne pulled the carrot out of her mouth gave a tired sigh without bothering to cover herself. "Oh, Daddy, not again."

"Daffy," Grant said with a leer, "What pretty red nipples you have."

Daphne half-heartedly brought one forearm across her chest to cover her breasts, without bothering to cover her pussy. "Oh, Daddy (sigh) you're not supposed to be looking."

"I know, Daffy-Bear, but they're just so ... so ... are you cold or something, honey?"

"Daddy, how could you? How could you do those things to those women today. One was my best friend, Daddy! And you just ...."

"Now I really cannot understand this. Here you are, griping at me, chastizing me, when you're the one that's been collecting slutty friends. I mean, no proper lady would do the things they've done. You picked them as friends, not me. But you yell at me when they show their true colors."

"Daddy, they were never like this before!"

Grant grinned slyly. "Guess it's the old Blaine charm."

"Daddy!"

"Turn your back around here and hand me the soap," Grant said as he kneeled by the bathtub.

"What are you going to do, Daddy?"

"I'm just going to soap your back. That's all." She still looked at him suspiciously. "You seem to be upset, and a backrub always puts the mind at ease."

She handed him the bar of soap, and he began running it over her shoulders and back.

"Mmmmmmmm ...."

"Feel good?"

"Mmmmm-hmmmmm. I guess so."

"You guess so? Well, if it's not helping, I'll quit."

"No. No, you can keep doing it."

Daphne shut her eyes as Grant began splashing water to wash the soap away. Then he began repeating the process.

"I just don't understand it. Sarah has never acted anything at all like that. She always seemed so ... shy."

"Some people aren't always what they appear to be," he said as he moved his lathering motions from her back to her sides.

"But Sarah?! She is the most reserved person I've ever known."

Grant lightly, accidently brushed the bottom her right breast, then watched for a reaction, but Daphne did not open her eyes. "She didn't fool me, Daffy Bear. I saw her for what she was."

"Mmmmmmmmm. And what is that, Daddy?"

"A highly repressed, stalled individual. When someone gets like that, they --" As he spoke, her slowly moved his hands to cup his daughter's breasts.

"Daddy!" she squealed, splashing around in the water as she pulled his hands off her breasts. "Daddy, not my titties! No! You -- you shouldn't even be in here." She covered her breasts with one forearm and her crotch with the other hand. "You should leave, Daddy. You shouldn't be in here."

"Easy, honey, easy. Sssshhhhh. It's okay. Just sit back down, and I'll --"

"No, you need to leave now, Daddy."

"But didn't the backrub feel good and help to --"

"Daddy, please! Just leave now."

"Okay, honey, anything for you. Just tell me you're my little Daffy-Bear before I go."

"Daddy!" she whined.

"Come on."

"Okay, Daddy, I'm your little Daffy-Bear. Happy?"

Grant smiled. "That's my girl. I'll see you tomorrow, then." And he opened the door and left.

Daphne settled back in the water and put the carrot back in her mouth. How? How could her friends behave like that? Letting her father just have his way with them, acting like they've never acted before?

On impulse, she pushed the carrot into her mouth, curious how far back it would go before she gagged. Quite far, actually. She pulled it out and tried it again. Yes, quite far.

But how could her friends behave like that, letting Daddy touch them in places and get them to do things that just ... weren't ....

Maybe there really was something to "the Blaine charm.

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Amy was tired as she unlocked the door to her house at the end of the day. She enjoyed being a real estate agent, no doubt about that, but some days were just frustrating. It seemed all the houses she had taken her clients to today -- some of which she thought they'd be delighted with -- were picked apart and turned down entirely.

"Hey, honey," her husband called to her from the living room. He had his calculator and books spread out on the kitchen table, apparently working on the bills.

"Hi, Allen," she said, hanging her coat up.

"How was your day?"

"It ... was. That's about the best I can say for it."

"I'll tell you what. Change into something more comfortable, and I'll take you out to dinner."

Amy paused a moment, then smiled. "That sounds good. Give me just a few minutes, and I'll be ready, kind sir."

She had travelled halfway back the hall when the doorbell rang. "Could you get that?" she called out to Allen.

"No problem." Allen shut his books and answered the door. A man he had never seen stood there. Probably trying to unload his quota of religious pamphlets, Allen thought.

"You must be Mr Keith," the man said.

"Yes ...," Allen answered, cocking his head, "And you're ...."

"My name is Grant," the man said, extending his hand for Allen to shake. "Grant Blaine. Your wife and my daughter are good friends."

"You're Daphne's father?"

"That I am."

"Well, come in. How may I help you?"

"Actually, you and your wife can join me for dinner. I've moved into town, staying with my daughter, and I'm trying to get back into the hang of socializing."

"Well, that sounds like a very neighborly offer."

"It is, it is. Please, join me. I've even brought my old company's limo for us to ride in."

"A limo?!" Allen whistled. "Well, I don't see how we can turn down an offer like that. As a matter of fact, Amy and I were just talking about going out. We'd be delighted to join you."

"Who is it, dear?" Amy asked as she came back down the hall. "Oh! It's you?!"

"Amy," Allen said, apparently not picking up on the tone of her voice, "Mr Blaine here just offered to take us out to dinner. In his limo, no less."

"Well, I'm sorry, Grant, but we --"

"Honey," Allen interrupted, "I just told him we would join him."

Amy clicked her teeth together. "Can I see you in the kitchen a moment, dear?"

"Excuse us, Grant."

"No problem, Alan. I guess some men still have to answer to their wives."

"What is it?" Allen asked, his voice a little irked, when they were in the kitchen.

"Allen, you don't know this man. You really wouldn't like him. Let's not go."

"Amy, I've already committed us. Besides, he seems fine to me."

Amy sighed. "You *really* don't know this man, Allen. Please just take my word for it -- going out with him would be a mistake."

"Why? What could he possibly do?"

"He could ... I ... look, Allen, I grew up with his daughter. We played together at her house all the time. He tried --"

"He didn't try to ... molest either of you or anything?!"

"Oh, no! No, nothing at all like that. But he tried to dominate her every chance he could. And lately, since he's been here, there's been trouble between several of Daphne's friends and her."

"And you think that somehow he's responsible? That he's been fomenting trouble?" Allen winced. "That sounds like it's stretching things a little, don't you think?"

"Allen, if you insist on going with him, I'll come along. But please don't. If we go out with him, we're going to regret it."

"Honey, I did already agree."

Amy stared at him a moment, then clucked her tongue. "Very well, then. Fine. We'll go."

"Are you sure, dear? It *will* be fun. He brought a limousine and everything."

"Yes," she said, pursing her lips and shaking her head, "We'll go."

"Great!" Both reentered the living room. "Just give me a minute to get changed, Grant, and we'll head out."

"Great! Splendid!"

Allen walked back up the hall, and Grant wandered over to a bookcase and began glancing at the backs of the books. "I'm a little surprised you two are joining me, Amy."

"It wasn't my choice, believe me," she said, crossing her arms and tapping her foot.

"Oh, I knew that all right. You've had this love-hate thing about me since you were a little girl." Amy sputtered, but Grant ignored it. "What surprises me is the balls Allen is showing. I figured that any husband you would marry would be some gutless wimp that surrendered his testicles to you long before he even said, 'I do.'"