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Charity Begins at Home

By: DonnyDickson



I unlocked the front door and walked in to the house. My sister Sarah was curled up on the couch, watching TV. She looked up at me and her face twisted into a knowing grin.

"She got you all worked up again, didn't she?" 

"Is it that obvious?" I asked as I tossed my jacket onto the floor and fell into the recliner.

"It would only be more obvious if you had a little neon sign on your forehead that flashed out 'my girlfriend is nothing but a prick tease'," Sarah said, punctuated with a laugh.

"Lisa isn't a 'prick tease'," I said in only a half-hearted defense, "she says she's just not ready to go all the way."

"I half expected you to tell me she was saving herself for marriage," Sarah said, laughing.

"Yeah, well, Lisa's mom didn't go out and get her birth control pills when she turned 16 like mom did you," I said. "Mom told you they weren't a license to fuck around."

"I know, but she didn't say I couldn't use them as my learner's permit." We both laughed good and hard on that one. "Besides, you can't argue that my moods didn't get better when I got my hormones straightened out."

"True. The last four years have been pretty livable since mom put you on the pill," I said. "And I know there's a couple guys out there that probably appreciate it, too."

"Only two guys, Scooter," Sarah replied, using my nickname admonishingly and holding two fingers in the air like a Peace sign. "Not that either one will ever go down in history as being good in bed."

"Yeah, well at least they're getting some," I growled.

"Holy crap, Scoot, I don't know why you don't just go find another girlfriend that will at least suck your dick, or something!"

"You well know why," I said, sinking as deep as my mood into the recliner.

"That crap about being too shy is getting old, Buddy," she barked. "You're not a bad looking guy, you've got manners and more than half a brain. That easily puts you in the top 10 percent of males this Podunk town."

"Thanks, sis. I'll let you know if that qualifies as a compliment, considering the low caliber of guys in this town." I untied my shoes and worked them off my feet. "I think you just put me in the category of 'better than nothing'."

"Oh, come on," Sarah said with a wave of her hand. "Hell, I'd do you if you weren't my brother."

"Thanks," I replied with a chuckle, finding the compliment oddly sincere. I then glanced at the glass in her hand as she took a sip. "You sure that isn't mom's Chianti saying that for you?"

"Mom knows I drink her Chianti," Sarah said, defensively. "She also knows that I've had sex with a couple guys. Crap, I'm 20 years old, brother dear... I can legally fuck someone if I want."

"Whoa, down, sis!" I laughed, putting my hands up in front of my face in case she threw something at me. "I was just saying that it's not every day that my hot sister says she'd 'do' me."

Sarah looked oddly at me for a moment, then smiled and said, "You think I'm hot?"

I could feel my face flush.

"Well... yeah!" I said with more than a little embarrassment. "You're the best looking girl in this freaking town. All through high school guys were asking me if I thought you'd go out with them. When I told 'em that you were two years older than me, they figured you were out of their league."

"You think I'm hot?" Sarah repeated.

"Yes," I said, hissing on the 's' to emphasize my answer. "I'd 'do' you if you weren't my sister."

Sarah laughed.

"Well, since you're not drinking mom's Chianti, I'll take that as a sincere compliment, Scooter."

Sarah finished off her wine and climbed off of the couch and walked out of the living room. I got out of the recliner and picked up my jacket and shoes, then headed to my bedroom. I undressed and put on a pair of sweat pants, then started to go through my mail.

About 20 minutes later, Sarah walked into my room. She had changed out of her clothes and was now wearing one of her oversized t-shirts that served as her sleepwear.

"Hey, Scoot. How's the college thing going?"

Ah, the 'college thing'.

"Same old story. My grades were good, but not good enough for a scholarship, and although we don't really have any money, mom still isn't poor enough for me to get assistance to a decent college, either. Even with a student loan, there are more applicants than spots available."

"So, things are on hold," Sarah said with a nod of understanding.

"Things are on hold," I parroted, "just like they've been for the last six months."

I was sitting on my bed, my back leaning against the headboard. Sarah stepped over and sat down on the edge of my bed.

"Scooter," Sarah said, looking like she was searching for words, "do you really think I'm hot?"

"Yes," I replied, surprised that my otherwise self-assured sister seemed to be having trouble comprehending my words. "You are pretty. You've got a killer bod. You're... sexy. You're hot. What's up?"

"Eddie has never told me I'm 'hot'," said Sarah with a shrug, referring to her boneheaded boyfriend. "He always tells me he wants to fuck or he wants me to suck his dick, but he's never really said I was 'hot' or 'sexy'."

"Eddie's a dickhead," I countered. "He's a dickhead with the I.Q. of a toad. He's a 19 year old high school senior who was held back in 6th grade twice, who's living on the dream that there's a football scholarship just waiting for him."

"But, he has a pretty decent bod," Sarah offered. "Although he's a pretty lousy fuck."

"As long as you have your priorities straight," I replied, chuckling. "You're pretty enough that you could have anyone you want. Why you're sticking with Eddie is beyond me."

"This coming from my brother whose girlfriend will barely let him touch her boobs through her clothes?"

We laughed a good hearty laugh together. Sarah stopped laughing and stared weirdly at me, then stood up from my bed. Facing me, she lifted up her t-shirt to reveal her naked breasts.

"Would you like to touch mine?" she asked.

My heart leaped into my throat. My sister was standing in front of me, her t-shirt held up at shoulder level revealing a pair of incredibly gorgeous breasts. She was otherwise naked, save a pair of green bikini panties.

"Wow!" was about all I could muster for a moment as I let my eyes wander over Sarah from head to toe, soaking in her beauty. I guess the fascinated look on my face told her just how enticing I found her.

"You like?"

"Hell, yeah!" I replied. "But what about –"

"Mom? She's not due back from her trip until Thursday. She's not gonna walk in here and find you playing with my boobs."

"You- you'd really let me touch them?" I asked nervously.

Sarah pulled her t-shirt off over her head and tossed it on the foot of my bed. She let me have one more good look at her nearly naked body and pulled the sheets of my bed back, forcing me to climb up slightly. She slid her legs under my sheets, and I followed suit. Sarah leaned against me and slipped under my right arm, her left breast pressing against my chest. I could feel her shaking slightly.

My own heart was pounding as Sarah reached over and took my left hand and guided it to her right breast. I just held it for a moment, feeing its heft and fullness. I carefully started to squeeze my fingers gently into her tit flesh, amazed at the pliant, yet firm flesh.

"God, that's nice," I said, feeling her nipple begin to harden against my palm. "Wow."

"You can squeeze it a little harder," Sarah whispered. "Just don't try to tear it off like Eddie."

I increased the pressure of my fingers slightly. I could feel Sarah breathe a little harder in response. I moved my chest slightly away from my sister and let go of her right breast, moving my hand down to left one and massaged it, too. I gave her stiffened nipple a tweak between my fingers and felt her flinch next to me.

Sarah slipped out from under my arm and propped herself on one arm. Now both of my hands were free to each take a breast in hand. I stroked them and massaged them while Sarah closed her eyes and a satisfied smile crept across her lips. With her free hand, she reached out and put her hand behind my head, pulling my face towards her chest. I instinctively supported her right tit and opened my mouth to take in her hardened nipple. 

I swirled my tongue around the full circumference of the areole, marveling at the literal taste of Sarah's flesh. I then began to suck on the nipple itself, instinctively alternating with little careful nibbles with my teeth.

"Wow, Scooter," Sarah cooed, "mom must've liked feeding you!"

I moved my face to Sarah's other breast and gave it the same loving attention as the first. Sarah clutched a handful of my hair and kneaded my scalp with her fingertips in response.

By now my dick had grown to full hardness and was straining to make a tent out of my sweat pants. Sarah let go of my hair and I suddenly felt her hand grasping at my hard-on through the fabric.

"Seems kind of one-sided," she said as her hand slipped under the waistband of my sweat pants and wrapped around my rock-hard prick, causing me to jerk involuntarily. "Geez, Scooter... you're as hard as steel!" 

My mouth still full of nipple, all I could do was moan softly in response.

"We need to get you out of there before you hurt yourself."

Sarah pulled her hand out of my sweat pants and then pushed down on them, working her hand from hip to hip as I rocked with her until my sweat pants had been worked down to mid-thigh, leaving my hard dick and swollen balls exposed openly to my sister.

"Nice package, Scooter. Maybe if Lisa saw that she'd let finally let you go all way!"

I moved my face away from my nipple sucking just long enough to say, "Thanks!" and returned to my tit-feast.

Sarah wrapped her hand once again around my stiff tool and began to stroke it up and down. For the first time in my life, I was jetting jacked off by a hand other than my own. Once my sister got a rhythm going, she picked up her pace. My mouth still full of tit, I began to moan in pleasure, which only seemed to egg Sarah on more. Before I could pull my face off of Sarah's nipple and warn her, my balls let loose and a torrent of pent-up cum shot out of my dick.

"Oh, God!" I shouted as best I could, my face still smothered in Sarah's tit flesh. "Oh!!"

My jizz shot everywhere, it seemed; along my stomach, the back of my arm, my chest, and surely on my sexy sister. Her deft pumping of my shaft didn't stop until my ejaculations finally ebbed. I rolled onto my back, trying to catch my breath.

"God, Sarah!"

"I'd say you've been needing that for a long time, brother dear!" she said, looking about her at the pearl droplets of my semen that had splattered all around us. She reached down to the foot of her bed and picked up her t-shirt. I thought she might be getting ready to put it back on when she used it to wipe my sperm off of her and then me.

She tossed the soiled t-shirt aside and then slipped her panties down her long legs and tossed them onto the shirt. My sister was now full naked beside me, smiling down at me with a sly smile.

"Might as well let you see a live pussy, too."

Sarah was in full control now, and knew it. She pulled my pillow out from under my head and put it under hers as she lay down on her back. She looked over at me and said, "You're not going to get a very good view from over there, Scooter."

Following her lead, I climbed up onto my knees between her spread legs. Before me was every guy's dream; a young, sexy woman with creamy white and unblemished skin, fully naked and exposing herself for my pleasure. Only this was my own sister. My sister that had just given me the greatest orgasm of my life and didn't seem the least bit shy about what were sharing.

Sarah's legs had always looked really nice, but now they looked incredibly long and absolutely delicious as they served as highways directing my gaze to her furry muff. She had a full patch of pussy hair, save for the areas she shaved for her bikini, that matched perfectly the honey gold of the hair on her head. Sarah's tummy was smooth and rolled sweetly to her firm breasts that hardly sagged to the sides as she lay on her back. And her smile... her sexy, knowing smile wasn't one normally shared with a brother; only for a select few men.

"God, sis," I said in awe, "you look fucking incredible."

"You're not looking bad yourself at the moment," Sarah said, looking me over and settling on my crotch with her gaze. "Lisa doesn't know what she's fucking missing."

"Thanks," I said, an odd moment of shyness passing over me.

"Now, you better get down here and take a closer look!"

I did as I was told, bending at the waist and closing in on the sweet honey pot before me, As my face neared Sarah's pussy she spread her legs even wider, allowing her labia to fall away from each other and exposing her pink canal and budding clit. My nostrils filled with a scent both musky and sweet; not at all offensive. In fact, the scent stirred a sexual hunger in me that I had never known before.

I brought my face right up to her snatch until her pubic hair were just tickling my face. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, drawing in Sarah's sexual aroma and savoring it. 

Suddenly, Sarah grabbed the top of my head with a hand and pulled my face hard into her cunt. My cheeks were immediately smeared with slick, sweet juice. I opened my mouth, almost instinctively, and stuck my tongue into her love canal, probing as deeply as I could. 

I drew my head back from Sarah's love nest slightly as I slid my legs out and lay flat on my stomach between her splayed legs. I dove back in and attempted to duplicate on Sarah's clit the motions I had pleased her with on her tits. I swirled my tongue around her bud, glancing the edges of its base.

"Oh, yeah, Scooter! That's it!" 

I wasn't oblivious to all that was could be done to please a woman. I had read my share of men's magazines and their articles about what women wanted. I'd just never had a chance to put it into practice. Until now.

I let my tongue fall to her vaginal opening again and patiently licked at her labia, lapping at her juices. I mentally pictured every fold, every nuance of her pussy lips, and made sure my tongue found at touched each and every one.

I then returned my attentions to Sarah's clit, working my tongue around it again and pinching it between my lips. When I sucked her bud into my mouth her hips bucked and she let out a little squeal.

"Mmm, that's nice!" she purred.

I sucked a little harder on Sarah's clit and her hips rocked at me more. I began to carefully chew on my sister's sensitive nub with just the edges of my teeth and her hips came off of the bed. As her butt came up I quickly slid my hands beneath her and cupped an ass cheek in each palm. I held on to her round ass to anchor her pussy to my face and tormented her clit with my suckling mouth.

"Fuck!" Sarah moaned. "Fuck! I'm cumming!!"

Sarah shivered all over. Her thighs clamped around my head like a vice and her heels came down and dug hard into the small of my back. She grabbed the sides of my head with both hands and didn't seem to know whether to pull my face into her muff even harder or to push my face away. My sister's body went completely rigid and she literally screamed as her body trembled.

I quit my clit sucking and just let my face and mouth rest in her steamy love nest until she settled back onto the bed, panting heavily. Neither of us moved, save for small tremors that coursed in Sarah's abdomen with each exhalation of my heated breath on her pubic mound. 

I slowly worked myself up until I was seated on my feet between my sister's legs. Her pussy was soaked with my saliva and her delicious juices. I looked down at her with the same sense of accomplishment and satisfaction she had looked with at me after she had masturbated me into bliss. 

"Oh, God, Scooter." Sarah panted. "God, you can eat pussy!"

"Beginner's luck," I replied, chuckling.

"Luck, my ass!" sneered Sarah. "That's raw talent, brother dear."

"Thanks," I said as I wiped Sarah's cunt juice from my face, grinning like a fool. 

My sister glanced down at my crotch and grinned. I looked down and realized that I was fully hard again. I looked back at Sarah's face and our eyes locked. The question need not be asked, but Sarah gave the wanted answer.

"Yes," she said. "Now."

I took position over my sister and her hand found my restored manhood. She spread her legs wide again and guided me right to her wanting sex. She placed the head of my dick just at the entrance of her vaginal canal. With one gentle push, I slid easily into her and all the way to the base of my prick in one move, so lubricated was she. As our pelvic bones met at the end of my thrust, Sarah convulsed slightly, then sighed.

"Jesus, your cock feels good in me, Scooter!"

I wanted to reply, but I was straining not to ejaculate at that very moment. Once I was able to regain my composure, I began to withdraw, and then plunge my dick into my sister's hot pussy. I started out as easy as I could, but it soon became apparent that there was no holding back.

"That's it," Sarah said, "deep and hard! Deep and hard!"

"Christ, Sarah!! This is incredible!!"

"Deep and hard, Scooter! Fuck me!!"

I complied with my sister's orders. I put my weight on my knees and hands, working my pelvis hard and driving my cock like a piston into Sarah's love hole. I made my strokes as long as possible, savoring every tender inch of her slick canal.

Sarah lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist and granting me even deeper access to her steaming cunt, as if that were possible. Her heels now dug into the backs of my thighs as she was literally using her legs to help me fuck her.

"Oh, Jesus, Scooter... oh, fuck!!" Sarah groaned. "Fuck, I'm cumming!! I'm cumming again!!"

Conversation was out of reach for me as I simply groaned out loud as my intestines balled up and my dick exploded within my sister's burning pussy. I continued my thrusts as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss shot through me until my whole body seemed to go limp and my entire weight came crashing down on my sister.

We clutched at each other, Sarah with her legs still tight around my waist and refusing to release my spent member from the confines of her still-throbbing love hole. We both held each other so tightly I thought we'd blend into one. It was then that I noticed that Sarah was crying.

"Sis?" I called out, suddenly feeling panicked. "Sis... I- I'm sorry! I- we..."

"Don't be sorry," said Sarah, calming me. "I just... never knew it could be that... good."

"Was I okay?" I asked.

"Fuck, Scooter... you were wonderful." Sarah kissed me on the cheek. "You were wonderful. I just..."

"What?" 

Sarah sighed. 

"I know it's not 'right', but I just don't want this to be the only time we do this. Would I sound like a real perv if I said that I want to be able to fuck my brother again? And again?"

"Sarah..."

"Mom travels so much," said Sarah. "She'd never know. Nobody would have to know. Just think... no girlfriends that won't put out for you, and no boyfriends for me that can't fuck worth shit."

I laughed. "That wasn't just a charity fuck for your horny brother?"

"Charity, my ass! I'm not kidding, Scooter. This spoiled me. I really want to feel you inside me again. I want you to eat my pussy as much as you want. I want to suck your cock and drink your cum. I want to ignore the fact you're my brother and just fuck our brains out and make up for what we've been doing without."

"That would be a dream come true," I said. "I'd be a fool to not take advantage of such an incredible opportunity."

"And mom didn't raise no fools," said Sarah with a bright, satisfied smile.

Written by: Donny Dickson

Charity Begins at Home



Saturday morning, and Jenny had woken up feeling very horny. Although this was nothing new in her world! She lay in bed enjoying the feel of the cool crisp sheets gently rubbing against her naked body, especially her sensitive nipples.

She looked wistfully at the empty space beside her. Steve, her partner, had had to pop in to work early to sort out some problem, but with the promise to be back as soon as he could. 

"Typical Steve," she muttered to herself. "Just when you need his big cock, he's not here!"

It was not surprising she felt horny though; last night had been pretty wild. They had invited Jenny's best friend Karen around for dinner. After they had eaten, the conversation, unsurprisingly, had moved on to talk of sex. Steve had suggested, rather insistently, that the 2 ladies ought to give him a demonstration of "girl on girl action" as he put it. 

To his great surprise the girls were more than happy to oblige. What he didn't know was that the girls had been making love to one another for nearly all the 5 years since they had first met at University. Both Jenny and Karen liked men and woman equally and were happy to make love to whoever they fancied. Quite often when one of them was short of a boyfriend, or other partner, the other was more than happy to provide a very satisfying sexual service!

As the 2 girls had stripped each other naked and relished sucking and licking each other's nipples and pussies Steve had sat appreciatively slowly stroking his large and very erect cock. He had thought he was in heaven; that was until he experienced the girl's finale, which had really blown his mind.

The 2 girls had taken turns to slowly caress, lick and suck his tight balls and hard cock, bringing him closer and closer to a massive orgasm until he could stand it no more and shot rope after rope of thick semen all over their wiling faces and into their open mouths.

As he collapsed back in a satisfied heap he had the joy of watching the 2 ladies kissing and licking his thick semen from each other's faces and then kissing deeply to messily swap his cum from one mouth to another, until their faces were licked clean and every drop swallowed.

Unfortunately Karen was working very early the next day and had to leave in a taxi, but Steve had become so turned on that he had basically fucked Jenny senseless until late into the night, and she had loved it.

As she recalled the events Jenny's hand had strayed between her legs, and she was now caressing her pussy lips. All of a sudden her reverie was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. 

"Shit," she said, "he's forgotten his key," and leapt out of bed. She was going to run down the stairs naked and fling open the door for him, but then thought "What if it isn't actually him!" So instead she pulled on a short silk robe, which just about covered her nakedness and went to open the door.

"Get in here now stud, I need you again!" she shouted as she pulled open the door, only to be confronted by a smartly dressed young girl holding a clipboard.

The caller was somewhat taken aback by the appearance of this half naked, tall and willowy blond with impossibly long legs, and large DD boobs!

"Sorry to disturb you, "she said.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry," Jenny replied. "I thought you were someone else."

"Obviously!" said the girl with a smile. "Is this a bad time?"

Jenny was just about to reply that it was when she looked more closely at the girl. Not as young as she first thought, maybe 18 or 19, extremely pretty with long straight black hair, and a slightly oriental appearance. She was wearing a short fitted business skirt and a tight tailored white blouse. She was small and slender, but with lovely pert breasts that were fairly generous for a girl of her build.

"Actually, she's pretty hot," thought Jenny who was still very horny. "I'd like to get my tongue between her legs. ...... I wonder if I could?"

"Not at all", she said with a smile, "what can I do for you?"

"My name is Kim, and I'm fund raising on behalf of an international charity. We are trying to get more regular donors to help our work during World crises. Would you be interested if I were to tell you more?" she asked.

Jenny had been watching her during her speech, and noticed that although Kim tried to be all professional and efficient she kept stealing glances at Jenny's half naked body; her bare legs, and her large boobs pushing against the thin silk.

"Of course, come in and tell me all about it," replied Jenny stepping back and directing the girl to the sofa in the lounge.

She perched primly on the right hand cushion and Jenny flopped untidily onto the left hand seat, making sure she showed plenty of leg.

Kim launched into her sales pitch, thrusting various pamphlets into Jenny's hand. Jenny made all the right appreciative noises and sat back to read them. However she kept glancing at Kim who still couldn't help herself from looking at Jenny's shapely legs. She sat back further and her gown opened wider to reveal her soft inner thigh. The gown was barely covering her pussy and Jenny was starting to get wet from playing the tramp so blatantly. 

Kim kept licking her lips and fidgeting nervously.

"She's getting hot," thought Jenny, "time to move it up a notch." She twisted towards Kim to ask a serious and earnest question, but in doing so made sure her robe came undone slightly. If she wanted to, Kim now had a lovely view of Jenny's large and shapely breast complete with rapidly hardening nipple. Jenny returned to her reading, and Kim wasted no time in repositioning herself to ogle Jenny's newly revealed boob! 

Jenny noted that Kim had also become a little flushed and seemed to be trying to discretely press her thighs tightly together. 

"I'm getting her wet!" Jenny thought to herself. "Here we go." Seemingly engrossed in the literature Jenny turned and lent forward to ask another "important" question. Kim gasped quietly as she now had an uninterrupted view of Jenny's magnificent chest, but said nothing.

Jenny continued her questioning as though unaware of her display, and Kim answered with equal professionalism, although the answers were directed straight to Jenny's bosom!

A pink glow was spreading slowly up Kim's neck and Jenny noticed that her nipples were poking proudly through the material of her blouse.

"OK, where do I sign?" Jenny suddenly announced, her right hand stretching out in front of Kim to pick a pen up off the table. As she reached for the pen the back of her hand and her bare forearm "accidently" glided across Kim's erect nipple. She gasped audibly.

"Sorry, did I catch you?" Jenny asked innocently. 

"It's OK Mrs....?" Kim croaked breathlessly.

"It's Jenny," she replied.

Jenny stopped and looked directly into Kim's eyes, "It's wonderful that young people like you are so committed to these good causes, it gives me hope. I could kiss you for it." And with that she bent forward and gave Kim a brief peck on the lips

Kim yelped in surprise and blushed furiously. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you," said Jenny.

"You didn't. I was just surprised. It was nice.... I mean it's nice to be appreciated, not that it was nice to be kissed," she stopped all flustered, and then continued "not that I mean the kiss wasn't nice too... Oh god what am I saying?"

Jenny laughed and smiled kindly at Kim's discomfort. She looked into her eyes and said cheekily, "So, do you want another kiss then?" 

An awkward silence fell, but then Kim nodded almost imperceptibly. Jenny lent forward slowly until her lips reached Kim's. She kissed her more firmly this time and Kim responded. Their lips parted. Kim tenderly held Jenny's head and her tongue darted briefly into Jenny's mouth. Jenny responded with deeper tongue thrusts, at which Kim let out a low moan of pleasure. Jenny took the initiative and gently cupped Kim's breast with her hand, her fingertips caressing her hard nipple through her blouse.

"Oh yes, at last!" murmured Kim, and with all reserve now gone the 2 woman kissed and caressed each other passionately.

Jenny broke away from Kim and whilst looking her up and down said, "I want you. You are absolutely gorgeous."

Kim smiled, "I want you too."

"Have you ever made love with another woman?" Jenny asked. "I'm just asking, because you seem so young and innocent."

Kim shook her head, "Kissed my friends when we've been drunk, and squeezed each other's boobs for a laugh, but that's it. I'm only on my first boyfriend! He's lovely, but I have found myself drawn to women lately." 

She reached out and slipped her hand into Jenny's open robe, weighed her heavy breast tenderly in her hand and rubbed the nipple between her fingers. Jenny shuddered with pleasure.

"I've been dying to do that," said Kim with a smile.

"Do you want me to make love to you?" asked Jenny.

"Oh god, yes!" replied Kim. "I wanted that as soon as I saw you this morning."

"You did?" asked Jenny innocently. "Why?"

Kim looked at her incredulously, "Because you're fucking gorgeous! I am confronted at the door by a half-naked beauty with an awesome body, and you ask me a question like that!"

Jenny laughed and began to unbutton Kim's blouse. As the last button was undone she shrugged it off her shoulders and proudly displayed her pretty white lacy bra. Jenny cupped her breasts through the fabric and gently squeezed her nipples, much to Kim's delight. Kim then unfastened her skirt and wriggled out of it, to display a matching white thong. 

Jenny licked her lips in anticipation at the beauty before her; she was going to fuck the hell out of her!

She stood up and dramatically cast her robe aside displaying her nakedness to Kim, who groaned with pleasure and slipped her hand between her own legs. Jenny's body was fabulous. She was tall and elegant with large boobs that seemed to jiggle provocatively with even the slightest movement. They were tipped with large brown nipples and areola, which were crying out to be sucked. Her eyes wandered down her body, over her flat belly and down to her pronounced pubic mound, covered in a soft mat of light brown hair. Kim could see her meaty pussy lips protruding out, all slick and glossy with her juices.

Jenny stepped forward and reached over to unclip Kim's bra. As she did Kim took one of her nipples in her mouth and sucked gently. As Jenny pulled away with Kim's bra Kim let her teeth gently scrape the length of Jenny's nipple, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

Jenny looked down at Kim's boobs. They were so pert and firm, obviously natural yet no sign of any sagging making them look like they had been stuck on! Her nipples and areola were tiny and hard, like little bullets, so different to her own large teats.

She bent down again and grasped Kim's thong, needing to see her new lover completely naked. She pulled it off and brought it to her nose, inhaling deeply. She winked at Kim and then proceeded to lick her juices off the very wet gusset.

Kim's pussy was to die for. A thick but neatly trimmed patch of black hair on her pubic bone, but her lips and between her legs were shaved bare and very smooth. Her lips were tiny and her pussy very small, much like a young girl's.

She pulled Kim to her feet and they embraced, pressing their bodies together – their breasts, stomachs and pussies grinding against each other.

"Jesus Christ," muttered Kim, "I feel like I'm going to explode. I know it's my first time, but please just fuck my pussy and make me come, I'm desperate."

Jenny grinned, "So am I. On the floor, on your back." Kim did as she was told and Jenny squatted over face, and then lent forward onto her elbows her head between Kim's thighs. She looked down at the pretty patch of hair and Kim's even prettier hairless little girl pussy lips. She ran her tongue down Kim's slit, and elicited a long drawn out groan of desire.

Kim, on the other hand was staring up at her first aroused pussy. Jenny had a soft, but very furry beaver, and the hairs were already matted with her juices. Her meaty pussy lips were swollen and distended and her cunt hole pink, wet and inviting. She extended her tongue into Jenny's hot hole, and tasted her first pussy – delicious! 

The 2 girls began the process of slowly arousing each other with tongues and fingers, taking it slow, wanting to make it last, but relishing the massive orgasm they knew awaited them......



Steve arrived home from work earlier than anticipated. He was expecting Jenny to be still in bed, where he intended to wake her with a very hard cock, but as he opened the door from the hallway he was stopped in his tracks by the glorious sight in front of him on the living room floor!

Jenny, completely naked on her hands and knees her head between the thighs of a slim unknown girl. Steve watched as Jenny's head bobbed up and down, and he became increasingly aroused as he watched her large tits hanging down and swaying erotically in time with her movements. Her hard nipples grazing the belly of her unknown lover.

Steve's cock got harder and harder as he watched. His view switched to the other end where he watched Jenny's lovely ass also bobbing up and down as her pussy was furiously licked. 

He could stand it no more. He quietly kicked off his shoes and socks, and pulled his T-shirt over his head. The 2 women were far too engrossed to notice his presence. His cock was aching as it expanded against the inside of his tight jeans. He needed some release, and he needed it now. He unbuttoned his jeans and removed them and his boxers in one fluid movement. His massive cock sprang free.

Steve was justifiably broad of his manhood – his best asset he called it, and it was magnificent. Around 8 ½ inches long when erect, but also very thick with a smooth purple head, more than capable of filling any pussy he had found so far! He also knew how to use it. None of his lovers had ever had any complaints, and relished him stretching and filling their pussies to the brim. Jenny virtually worshipped it and the dirty bitch could never get enough of it, which suited the highly sexed Steve just fine. 

Now completely naked he padded softly across the room towards the 2 girls, his cock stuck out in front like a flagpole! He stopped just short of Kim's head and looked down. The incredibly pretty girl had her eyes shut as she revelled in licking and sucking his girlfriend's pussy. 

Suddenly she opened her eyes and physically jumped in surprise as she saw Steve and the monster above her. Steve put his finger to his lips to keep her quiet, and made various calming gestures with his hands to indicate everything was OK, and that he was Jenny's boyfriend. Kim seemed to accept this, but was more likely just distracted by the massive organ waving about above her face.

Steve knelt down slowly and shuffled forward so his knees were either side of Kim's head. The shaft of his fat cock was now just inches from her face. Kim stopped licking Jenny briefly, grinned and then ran the tip of her tongue seductively down Steve's cock, which twitched alarmingly in response. She then returned to Jenny's pussy so as not to arose her suspicions of what she suspected was about to happen. 

Steve drew his cock back until the tip was just above her nose. Kim lifted her head slightly and quickly lashed her hot tongue all over the head of his cock until it glistened. Steve winked at her and she returned to servicing the completely unaware Jenny.

In one swift movement Steve grabbed Jenny's hips and placed the tip of his cock against her gaping hot cunt hole. "Hi Honey, I'm home!" he shrilled in a mock Hollywood voice.

Jenny yelped in complete surprise, but quickly recovering pushed back against him, as the lovely Kim continued to lick and suck her clit. "Not quite home yet!" she gasped breathlessly.

Taking her meaning instantly, and in one firm, steady but fluid movement he thrust forward, completely impaling Jenny on his massive organ, until his full balls slapped against her pussy lips.

Jenny let out a filthy moan of utter desire. She was in heaven. Kim's licking and sucking on her clit had got her so hot, and just when she thought it couldn't get any better the feeling of Steve's shaft driving into her, stretching and filling her hot pussy until she thought she would burst was amazing.

Kim was now lost in sexual bliss also. Her pussy was on fire from Jenny's licking and fingering, and then the sudden appearance of this beautiful huge cock just inches from her face was the ultimate fantasy. Steve's cock was still fully buried inside Jenny and all she could see were his full balls. She opened her mouth and sucked on them, making Steve groan also. He slowly withdrew from Jenny and Kim was in awe as his shaft reappeared now coated and shining with her lesbian lover's juices. She used her tongue to lick him clean as he slid past. Then with another mighty thrust he plunged back into Jenny's hot box, and she shuddered with pleasure.

Jenny had a small dilemma. She was desperate to come and she wanted to concentrate on her own pleasure, and what promised to be perhaps the most amazing sex she had ever had. However she had promised to give Kim her first lesbian orgasm. The poor girl was writhing and moaning below her as Jenny licked her slick shaved pussy, while she alternately sucked Jenny's clit and licked Steve's cock. Jenny made a decision; she could hold off until she had given Kim her release, and then she could concentrate on the massive fucking she was going to get from Steve.

With renewed vigour she thrust her tongue into Kim's very tight hole, while her fingers rubbed and pinched her hard little clit. She then swapped over and thrust her finger into Kim whilst licking and sucking her clit. This drove Kim wild. Jenny could feel her tight cunt get even tighter as she squeezed on Jenny's finger. Kim began to whimper and buck beneath her. Jenny responded by thrusting a second finger into Kim's unbelievably tight box. Kim howled in pleasure and literally bit down on Jenny's clit, giving Jenny some incredible spasms throughout her body.

Kim was now nearly beyond the point of no return and Jenny roughly thrust both fingers rapidly in and out of Kim's slippery hole while nibbling and sucking her clit. This pushed Kim over the edge.

"OHH fuck, fuck, fuck," she wailed as her body convulsed massively and her juice squirted past Jenny's fingers as her orgasm hit. Relentlessly Jenny kept pounding her fingers in and out until Kim's release was finally over, and she lay panting on the floor beneath Jenny and Steve.

Her wailing and howling, and especially her squirting had aroused Jenny even further, and coupled with Steve's powerful and rhythmic strokes she knew her own orgasm was close and she intended to enjoy it to the full.

"Fuck me harder you big bastard," she cried. "Fuck my dirty little lesbian cunt until I come!"

Jenny was generally a refined and sophisticated woman, so her use of such foul language really turned Steve on. He began to bang into her harder and faster.

"Take that you fucking dyke," Steve cried joining in, whilst he pounded away.

Jenny was in ecstasy, her pussy was so hot and the ferocity of Steve's thrusting was enough to take her breath away. Her legs began to tremble, and her pussy spasmed with each stroke. She was really close now; her cunt was contracting around the fat shaft within her, making the fucking ever more intense.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" she gasped. "I'm cumming, oh fuck that feels good!" And with a mighty howl she succumbed to the orgasm that wracked her body, bucking and writhing under his onslaught.

For Steve, Jenny's pussy had never felt hotter or tighter, and with the ferocious ramming he could feel his own orgasm building. As Jenny screamed and howled he felt that familiar feeling rising from his toes, and travelling up his legs, until it exploded in his balls and with a mighty thrust began to pump rope after rope of thick creamy cum into Jenny's hot pussy. He kept pumping and pumping until his cock was so sensitive it almost hurt. 




Charity Begins at Home



He slowed his strokes down and slowly relaxed. Eventually stopping, his cock still deep inside her, both panting heavily, their bodies soaked in sweat.

"My god, darling," he said, "that was awesome."

"It certainly was," Jenny replied as she dropped her head in exhaustion and her nose was filled with the heady sent of Kim's hot wet pussy still lying beneath her. She felt Steve start to move within her.

"Kim, darling," she said, "you may want to move. It's going to get awfully messy when Steve comes out!"

The shy innocent teenager from earlier that morning laughed lasciviously. "Oh I know," she said, "that's why I'm staying right here!"

Steve slowly withdrew his softening cock, and as it slipped out of Jenny's cunt it dropped down and Kim expertly caught the end in her mouth, where she licked it clean.

"I like this girl!" thought Steve. He sat back on his haunches and looked at Jenny's pussy still gaping from his cock and red from his thrusting. A dribble of juice leaked out and Kim greedily licked it up as it fell into her face. He could see a big white gooey blob heading down Jenny's cunt towards the entrance. It looked huge.

"Here it comes Kim," he said. She grinned and opened her mouth, as the messy lump of cum and pussy juice dropped straight into her mouth.

"Mmmm, nice," she mumbled, her mouth obviously still full. Jenny squeezed her cunt and another wad of jizz dropped out, to be gratefully received by the insatiable Kim.

To Steve's enormous pleasure she then lifted her head, clamped her mouth over Jenny's still gaping hole and began to suck out the remaining sexy mess that was up there.

Jenny suddenly groaned and said, "I'm sorry, I've got to lie down, my legs are giving way," and rolled off Kim and onto her side.

Kim gave her a tight lipped smile and changed position so that she was now looking down on Jenny's face. She slowly opened her mouth and a big gelatinous mixture of Steve's jizz, Jenny's pussy juice and her own saliva oozed slowly out. Jenny grinned and opened her mouth to catch it, but the first big blob landed on her chin. Both girls chuckled and Jenny reached out her tongue to mop it up.

"Mmm, yummy!" she said.

Both girls then kissed passionately, joyfully swapping the fluids between each other; smearing them over each other's faces, and then licking each other clean. They did this until every last drop had been devoured by one or other of them.

They both turned to smile at Steve who was watching in awe. "Hello Dear," said Jenny, "nice morning at work?"

Steve grinned, "Not as nice as coming home!"

"By the way Dear, I don't think you've met Kim. She's collecting for charity."

At this Steve burst out laughing, "Unbelievable, fucking unbelievable!" he said.

He added, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving, I brought a late breakfast home. Anyone fancy coffee and fresh Danish?"

"Oh, yes please," both girls cried out, and on that note Steve wandered into the kitchen. None of them felt the need to get dressed; after what they had just done clothes seemed rather irrelevant, and anyway the house was warm and private.

A few minutes later Steve returned with breakfast on a tray. The 2 girls had moved onto the sofa and were cuddled up against one another, still stark naked. As Steve arrived they both looked up at him and burst out laughing as he walked towards them tray in hand and his huge member swinging between his thighs.

"The waiters in this establishment are very well equipped," joked Kim.

"I wonder where he keeps his order pad?" suggested Jenny with a laugh.

"Watch it you two," he said, "or you might end up wearing this coffee!"

He handed out the coffee and pastries to the girls and then took his own to the armchair opposite where he could comfortably ogle the 2 beautiful women in front of him.

They all ate in a companionable silence, resting quietly after their exertions. Once they had finished eating the 2 girls snuggled up once more and began to tenderly kiss and caress each other.

"My god," thought Steve, "they can't leave each other alone." He stared, captivated at them both. Both beautiful, completely naked women, but yet so different to each other. His Jenny was tall and leggy with large breasts and beautifully rounded curves. Her long reddish blond hair matched beautifully with the soft downy covering of fur all over her pussy and lips. Kim on the other hand was short and slim with a taut firm body. Jenny's breasts swayed as she moved, Kim's were pert and firm with hard little nipples like bullets. Her hair was jet black, and so was her pussy fur, but like Jenny, Steve loved the way she shaved around her lips, making her tiny pussy look like a girl's.

As he savoured the erotic view in front of him he started to feel that familiar stirring in his loins as his cock began to harden. He continued to watch them kiss and cuddle and gently stroked his cock as it continued to rise slowly.

Eventually the girls looked over to him, and saw the thick member rising slowly between his legs.

"You can't keep a good man down," said Kim.

"No, you can't," agreed Jenny, "trust me Steve is a man of great stamina where his cock is concerned."

"Jenny, I've been thinking," said Kim. "You were really generous to me for my charity. Do you think Steve would like to give me a big donation too," and then gave her a wink.

Jenny laughed at her new friend's double entendre. It seemed so strange coming from this sweet looking girl. So she joined in with the smutty comments:

"Knowing Steve I think he would be only too pleased to fill your charity box to overflowing!"

Both girls giggled as they looked at Steve's slowly expanding manhood.

"Would you mind?" asked Kim.

"Sorry, I'm not with you," said Jenny with a puzzled expression.

"Well, he's your boyfriend. You wouldn't mind it if he, well, fucked me?"

"Oh, that's so sweet," said Jenny. "Of course I wouldn't mind, as long as I could watch".

"Honestly?"

"Yes, honestly. Go get him Tiger!"

"Oh thank you," said Kim and reached across to give Jenny a passionate kiss, before seductively sliding off the sofa onto all fours. She winked at Steve and then began to slowly stalk across the carpet towards him on her hands and knees in a very cat like manner.

Jenny loved the way her ass and pussy wiggled as she crawled across the floor intent on having her boyfriend. She reached down by the side of the sofa and grabbed the large black cock shaped vibrator she kept there for "emergencies". She could feel her pussy growing wet once again and she was determined to enjoy the show that was enfolding in front of her.

As Kim approached him with lust in her eyes, Steve spread his legs further apart to give her a better view, and better access to his semi rigid cock.

Kim stopped and knelt in front of him. She cupped his balls reverently and bent to kiss the head of his cock. She was so reverential that to Jenny on the sofa she looked as though she was worshipping a sacred religious idol!

Kim ran the tip of her tongue down the underside of Steve's cock and then ever so slowly back up to his swelling head.

She looked him in the eye and said slowly and quietly, "I want this so bad. It is the biggest cock I have ever seen, and I need it inside me – now. I want to feel every inch, every single fucking inch, stretching and filling my tight cunt, until you are buried balls deep inside me. What do you say?"

Steve grinned, "It would be my absolute pleasure Miss."

He paused for a second and then continued, "You are very delicate though. It might be rather a tight fit though, hope you can take it?"

"I did wonder about that," Kim replied, "so do you mind if I ride you first so I can take my time?"

"Not at all," said Steve, "should I lie down here?" He slid off the chair and lay down on his back with the top of his head facing Jenny.

She smiled as she looked at his cock sticking up like a flagpole. "She'll never take that," was her first thought.

Initially Kim moved round and straddled Steve's head. She bent forward and crudely spat on the head of his cock. She then licked and sucked it lubricating it as much as she could with her saliva. Steve responded by lashing her tight little pussy with his tongue to get her as moist as possible.

Kim then swung round and straddled his belly, facing both Jenny and Steve so that they had a good view of proceedings. She grinned at Jenny as she slid down Steve's body until his cock smacked her on the bum. She lifted herself up, but was too small to get his cock between her legs.

She laughed, and said to Jenny, "My god, it's like trying to climb on a bike that's too big for you!"

She lifted herself higher until she could rest the tip of his cock against her tight little cunt hole. She gingerly sat down feeling the pressure as the head pressed against her. She pressed down further and felt herself starting to stretch, but by nowhere near enough.

"I'm not going to be able to take this," was her first thought, but then determination took over.

Biting her lip she continued pushing down, the entrance to her cunt so tight compared to his thick cock that she was worried she'd tear. Slowly, ever so slowly, she pushed down, tears springing to her eyes. She tried to relax, and at last felt her hole begin to open up and take his head. She gasped as with a sudden movement it slipped inside her. She paused for breath, the worst was over. She then began to very slowly impale herself on his manhood.

Jenny found herself holding her breath watching the spectacle before her, and as Steve entered Kim, she began to slowly push the big black vibrator inside herself, matching Kim inch for inch.

Kim's cunt had never felt so full or so tight. She had masturbated with vibrators and even vegetables before, but this was a whole different league.

Steve would have agreed with her. He was used to pussies being stretched around his cock, but this was something else. She was so tight and so hot it was more like fucking a girl up the arse than in her pussy. He was in no hurry though. He had come a few times today already and it would be a while before she had him cumming.

At last Kim pushed herself down the last inch and felt his swollen balls against her clit. She grinned up at Steve and at Jenny, "I did it!" 

By this time the 10" vibrating cock was pushed deep within Jenny also, who was obviously enjoying it immensely.

Slowly Kim began to rise up and Steve's cock began to reappear, nicely coated with her juices. As she felt the head reach the entrance to her vagina she pushed herself back down, and with a sigh felt Steve slip deliciously back inside her, all the way down. She continued to ride him up and down, each time the movement getting easier and faster, and also making her more and more horny.

She looked at Jenny now happily fucking herself with the big toy.

Steve also loved the feeling of sliding in and out of her lovely tight cunt. "What now?" he asked. "Do you want to ride me until you cum?"

Kim grinned back, "No fucking way big boy! Now I know I can take you I want you to fuck my brains out with that massive dick of yours. Take me doggy style, just like you did with Jenny.

With that she lifted herself right off Steve, and Jenny was sure she heard a pop like a cork as he popped out of her tight hole!

Kim swung round again until she was on her knees facing Jenny. She dropped herself down on her forearms and stuck her bum high in the air to give him even better access.

"Come and take me stud," she taunted.

Steve repositioned himself on his knees behind her and looked at her pussy. It was still stretched and gaping wide open from where she had ridden him, but even now he doubted he would fit without hurting her.

"Come on, I'm waiting, fuck me hard," Kim urged.

He spat on his cock and then placed the end against her little cunt.

"Now!" cried Kim. He held her hips and in one slow steady but firm thrust impaled her completely on his cock. Kim moaned with pleasure murmuring, "Yes, yes ,yes."

After a moment or two he pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside her, and then thrust forward again until his balls banged against her clit. 

"Oh fuck, that feels so good," Kim moaned.

She looked up briefly to see Jenny on the sofa above her, intently watching their lovemaking as she powered the vibrator in and out of her own cunt.

Kim smiled at her and indicated she should join her on the floor. Jenny slid off the sofa and sat facing Kim, lewdly fucking her pussy with the big toy.

"Come closer," Kim murmured. Jenny spread her legs wide and slid her pussy slowly towards Kim's head. As she got close enough Kim lowered her head between Jenny's legs and began to lick and suck her clit as Jenny continued to pound her cunt with the black cock.

Steve was now getting into a good rhythm, sliding in and out of Kim's incredibly tight, but hot and wet cunt. Jenny loved this because on every forward thrust he drove Kim's tongue and teeth hard onto Jenny's sensitive clit. She was building to a lovely orgasm.

Steve looked at Jenny and their eyes met. They gave each other a big grin, hardly believing their luck in finding this wonderful human sex toy that they were currently sharing!

Steve was just starting to feel his climax rise, and determined that Kim should orgasm first he reached underneath her and began to rub and pinch her clit between his fingers as he continued his relentless pounding. Kim loved this and began to groan and writhe on his cock.

In the end it was Jenny who came first and set off an orgasmic chain reaction: With Kim's licking and sucking, and the vibrations deep within her cunt from the big vibrator she began to feel her toes tingling, and the feeling spreading up her legs. With each thrust of the toy her cunt had a little spasm, and her body began to buck and writhe uncontrollably. The pressure seemed to build deep within her body, and she knew exactly what was coming. Her thrusts increased in depth and ferocity, and coupled with the increasingly intense sucking from Kim, as she herself got more aroused it wasn't long before Jenny felt she was about to explode. Just as she felt she couldn't take anymore her body gave a massive and quite wonderful spasm, and with a loud moan her orgasm hit like an express train and, as she expected, a big squirt of hot pussy juice shot past the vibrator and straight into Kim's face and mouth. Jenny continued to moan and howl as a series of smaller orgasms followed one after the other, until finally she was spent.

For Kim the wonderful feeling of Steve's big cock stretching and filling her to capacity was quite fantastic. And the beautiful feelings only increased as he started to rub her clit. "Harder, harder, fuck me harder you bastard," she urged, and Steve was only too happy to help. She was being used like a fuck toy and felt like some sort of small rag doll as she was thrashed around on Steve's cock; she loved every minute of feeling like such a filthy whore.

If that wasn't enough, Jenny's increasing excitement was turning her on even more and she knew she was close to cumming herself. Her cunt was tightening still further around the huge cock inside her. When this happened she felt Steve slow, obviously frightened of hurting her, but she wanted more. "Don't stop, don't slow down, keep fucking my tight cunt as hard as you can," she pleaded.

She was trying to last that little bit longer, her cunt now clenched unbelievably tight around Steve, every muscle in her body seeming to tremble and shake. "Oh God, oh God" she moaned. And then she felt the sudden impact of Jenny's hot sweet pussy juice hit her in the face, and mouth. Gulping it down was so erotic that it was the catalyst that pushed her over the edge and with a huge scream she started to buck ferociously on his huge member as true to his word he continued to pound in and out of her. Without doubt it was the most intense orgasm she had ever had, and she loved it.

With hands clamped on her hips Steve was forcing his swollen cock in and out of Kim as hard as he could. She was getting hotter and wetter, and so much tighter, he could hardly believe it. He was frightened of tearing her, but every time he slowed she urged him on. He could feel that familiar feel once again creeping up his legs towards his point of no return. As he got nearer his animal instincts just took over and he fucked her mercilessly, as though she were his personal sex toy; his only thought now to come in this hot tight hole. But Kim loved it even more. There was no going back now, and when Kim finally screamed and her cunt contracted almost painfully around his cock that was the end for him. The head of his cock swelled into the tight space and with a primal grunt he fired wad after wad of hot spunk deep inside her body. His cock was so sensitive it was almost painful, but he kept thrusting until he was completely spent.

Slowly the frenzied activity ceased and the hot sweaty threesome became aware of their surroundings once more. All that could be heard then was their breathless gasping in the silence of the room.

"God, that was fabulous!" sighed Jenny her pussy fully satiated by the orgasm.

Steve with sweat running down his body grinned and said, "I couldn't agree more."

They both looked down at Kim, still impaled on Steve's dick. Jenny could see tears running down Kim's face and all she could get out of her were little moans and whimpers.

"Are you OK Kim?" she asked worriedly.

Kim gave an affirmative nod of her head.

"Was it good for you?" Jenny asked again.

Kim muttered something unintelligible, but the frantic nodding of her head indicated that she was alright and had thoroughly enjoyed it!

Exhausted Steve sat back and pulled his cock out of Kim. Almost immediately a rush of his jizz and her juices shot out of her pussy and hit the wooden floor with a loud plop. Kim rolled onto her back and slumped against the sofa still breathing hard. Jenny moved beside Steve and they both regarded Kim. 

The innocent and pretty charity worker was sprawled against the sofa, legs akimbo; her beautiful hair matted and sticky both with her own sweat, and a lot of Jenny's juices. Sweat and tears marked her face and as they both looked down her body they were both shocked to see her pussy hole still stretched to an unfeasibly large degree, glowing bright pink from the battering it had received. To Jenny it looked very sore.

Jenny and Steve exchanged uncertain glances. "Are you sure you're alright?" Jenny asked nervously.

Kim finally found her voice. A big grin split her tired face and she let out a joyous laugh, "That was fucking amazing! I have never, ever come like that before, or been fucked that hard before. It was wonderful. The tears were just raw emotion. I might not be able to walk properly for a week, but I don't care, that orgasm was fantastic. Thanks Steve, and thanks Jenny. You coming in my face was what pushed me over the edge; that was so horny."

Relieved she was OK they all out let a big sigh and began to laugh.

"Never mind you, look what you did to my cock with your tight little hole."

Jenny looked at his now flaccid but still large cock. It too was red from the friction and was still coated with Kim's juices.

"Don't worry, I'll lick it better," said Jenny as she took it in her mouth, sucking and rolling it around her tongue. The taste of Kim on her boyfriend's cock was quite delicious.

Kim interrupted her enjoyment and said, "Please could I have a shower? I don't think I should be seen on the streets like this!"

"Of course," replied Jenny and directed her to the bathroom.

Whilst she was showering Jenny and Steve curled up together on the sofa in an intimate cuddle, silently sharing the experience they had just had. They were just too tired for words, but none were required.




Charity Begins at Home



Presently a transformed Kim reappeared, still naked. She slowly began to collect together her discarded clothes and put them on. Soon they were looking once again on a prim and demure charity worker.

"As good as new, from the outside!" smirked Kim. "But we all know different. In the matter of a few short hours you've transformed an innocent, fairly inexperienced, mildly bi-curious girl, into a pussy hungry, cock craving fuck slut! I can never thank you enough, and I suspect neither will my boyfriend when I get hold of him!"

They all laughed.

"It was truly our pleasure to have been of service," grinned Steve. "Please call again anytime."

"Oh I will, don't you worry," Kim replied, "but I'm afraid I really need to go now."

"No problem," said Jenny, "see you soon I hope."

"You can be certain of that!"

And with that she disappeared onto the streets to continue her good work as though nothing had happened. The only sign being the way she now walked ever so slightly gingerly!



Charity Begins at Home



Life was wonderful. I was successful, we lived in a fantastic house, my wife was still exceptionally beautiful and we had two healthy, intelligent, almost fully-grown children. Then the word caved in. At the age of forty, Beverly suffered a very early menopause and it happened with devastating speed. The good side was that she did not suffer any of the usual side effects so had no need of drugs but her sex drive disappeared completely. From a constant 100% throughout the marriage, it went down to zero virtually overnight. She did not deny me sex and we continued to screw almost as often as before but it was like making love to a lump of wood.

I could not believe that her desire had gone for ever and tried everything that I knew that might create the spark to set her alight again. Nothing worked. Then I started having my own problems. After trying for ages to warm her up I found that the lack of any response from her made it hard for me to cum. Some nights I had to go on humping for a very long time before I could conjure up some mental image that would allow me to bring matters to a successful conclusion.

Three years later, I was only a year away from hitting the half-century in age, the kids had left home, (daughter married, son to university) and my wife was still frigid. At this point, Beverly decided to put our lives on a different basis. One evening shortly before bedtime, she sat me down and said solemnly, "Pete, I will never deny you sex completely but I can't go on like we are because it's getting me down. I love you and even though I feel nothing, I do like making you happy in bed but you go on so long. When you seem to be panting on top of me for what seems like a year and a day, I get so that I want to scream. It's making things worse because every night as it gets near to time to go upstairs; I get so tense dreading what is to come. I'm going to have to ration you to one night a week. Perhaps if you have had to wait for seven days you might be able to get it over with a bit quicker. This needn't be a permanent arrangement; if it works then perhaps I might increase you to twice a week." 

The only answer that I could see was to start having a bit on the side but to do this I faced big difficulties. I had been living a fixed routine for so long that should I suddenly start having absences from home my wife was bound to become suspicious. The fear was that should she find out that I had been doing anything like that Beverly would close her legs on me completely and I still held on to a deep seated hope that the good old days would magically reappear.

The answer came from an old pal when I met him again for the first time in over ten years. The Terry I knew was an incorrigible womaniser and virtually lived in the night-clubs and discos of the city. I remember once asking him if he ever planned to marry and settle down. "It wouldn't be fair," he told me honestly, "- every time that a woman looks at me in a certain way, I just have to try my luck and it wouldn't matter a damn whether I was married or not."

I bumped into him in a pub when he was on a flying visit from his current home in the south to visit a sick relative. When I asked if he still spent his evenings prowling the night scene he shook his head and said that damage to his knees in a car crash had forced him to give it up. "But I still manage to get my share of the other," he assured me with a grin. Terry went on to explain that he could no longer work and was in receipt of a disability allowance but that this left him short of cash for entertainment. I gathered that he could not run at all, only walk slowly and not very far. I sympathetically told him that sounded nasty but he happily assured me that his injuries had not stopped him doing what was important. "So how do you manage to find your lady friends now?" I asked and this prompted him to tell me the following:-.

'At this party I met a girl called Rachel and I was really smitten with her. Now women always either love me or hate me with no in between - but I can always tell very quickly. Having said that, I don't always score with the first lot and there have been occasions over the years when I have made it with birds that started off in the second category. Rachel was different - she seemed completely immune to me. I saw that as a challenge and became determined to make her react in one way or the other - so I made enquiries to find out where she lived, what she did for a living and how she spent her evenings. Nobody knew anything except for one girl who thought that Rachel did voluntary work for an organisation rescuing battered wives. 

So next day found me at the charity office offering my services. To start with they were dubious saying that it was a mainly female organisation but then one of the interviewers got the idea that being single at my age meant that I had to be gay. Having gained that impression it semingly made me more acceptable, I did not disabuse her, so they took me on and I found myself in the happy hunting grounds. You see it was true - all the people working there except one were female and by definition, all the clients were too. A large proportion of my fellow helpers were feminists and a great many were lesbians as well but I am happy to report that most of the ones that would be classified as 'fem's' were more than happy to swing both ways. The main thing was that there was a very free and easy attitude to sex, particularly after some traumatic incident or a successful conclusion, when everybody's adrenaline was running high.

The premises consisted of a large office, a kitchen, a storeroom and a rescue bedroom containing a bed, armchair and shower. The office was manned twenty-four hours a day with the staff being a mixture of paid helpers (badly paid) and volunteers. There were lots of people in during the day working staggered shifts between 8a.m. and 8 p.m. but a single three person team provided the cover each day on the twelve hour night shift. The theory was that, with three on the shift, each could work 8 hours on, 4 hours off - with the third person always available if needed. 

I dropped in a few times to help during the day but my main commitment was to be part of the night shift twice a week. For the first few months I did all right making dates with fellow helpers for other nights but there was no sex 'on the job' so to speak. This changed when I started working regularly with the same two women. In their twenties, they were university graduates and both had steady boy friends. Although we got on well, each in turn refused to meet me away from work. This situation lasted for a couple of weeks until, during a particularly slack night, one intimated that her refusal to date did not mean she was unwilling to enjoy a quick lie down with me on the rescue bed. During my next shift I shagged the other one and from then on, without any jealousy, every shift I fucked one or the other (sometimes both when they switched over at half time).

Missing two shifts due to the flu ruined it because when I returned I found that the two members of my small harem had got it together with each other and did not want to know me. So I found myself manning the phone lines in solitary state, often with nothing to do except listen to the sound of heavy breathing emanating from the bedroom. Refused sex and with no access to other women I had no alternative but to apply for a transfer to different night shift team. My request was granted but I found that I had jumped out of the frying pan into the fire being grouped with a husband and wife team who's third member had left (I later found out that it had been Rachel.)

Beth and Frank were actually a lovely couple. He was about my age, his wife ten years younger, but unlike me he projected a trustworthy relaxed father figure with white sideburns and a head tending towards baldness. I liked Beth a lot, in fact I fancied her like crazy but when I describe her you may wonder why. She was about a stone overweight but the extra poundage was all in the right places and as the song goes - I always did like fat bottomed girls. I deliberately did not describe Beth as voluptuous because that word conjures up an extrovert personality to go with the extra size and the best descriptive word I can find for her is homely. Homely or not the sight of those glorious tits or the rear prospect of her bending over kept my blood constantly on the boil. Mine was a hopeless passion though because Beth and Frank were still deeply in love after fifteen years of marriage and two children. They never passed each other during constant movement round the office without a touch being exchanged and once, blundering into the kitchen in search of my coffee, I disturbed them in a passionate embrace. 

Unlike me they were paid by the charity and did a trio of day shifts as well as the nights when I joined them. They always worked together but on the day shift one started late to get their kids off to school and the other left early to meet them when they returned home. For the two nights when they were absent from home, his mother visited to sleep over and fulfil the role of babysitter.

One night about ten o'clock we got a call from a distressed woman who was terrified of her husband. She was not badly injured at that point but her husband was threatening to kill her and their three children. When asked she said she had not called the police because she had done that on previous occasions and only managed to make matters worse. So we mounted a rescue operation. Frank went to the woman's street and drove slowly backward and forward in front of the house while Beth and I rang the husband. We did a double act pretending to be a policeman and a social worker. Saying that a neighbour had reported a disturbance, we got him engrossed in explaining why there was no need for us to visit and this gave his wife chance to get herself and the kids out of the house, to be whisked back to our office by Frank.

Unfortunately the enraged husband somehow knew exactly where she had gone and half an hour later he was hammering on our door. He was a giant of a man, possibly over 6' 4" and built like a brick shit house. He was carrying what looked like a Ghurka knife - I know that it looked pretty big and he was shouting that if we did not send his wife out he was coming in to do away with the lot of us. Having had trouble with an angry spouse before, at first we took this as bluff but when he climbed onto the flat roof to start peering through the sky-lights we panicked. At this point. we tried to ring the police only to find that the man outside had discovered the junction box for our phone lines and trashed it. Then followed a long traumatic period with one of us consoling the wife, another trying to calm three terrified children and the third on constant watch for sign that our defences had been penetrated. 

At midnight a police patrol car regularly parked for a few minutes near the office. When this happened, the crazy man made himself scarce giving me the chance to slip out the office door to raise the alarm. The two constables, chased down the husband and took him away to be charged with criminal damage but having found no weapon, they warned us that he would probably be released almost immediately. This made it a matter of urgency to get the small family to a refuge but the wife said it could not be local as her husband knew them all, (it seemed that she had been in more than one on previous occasions). We found that one phone line was still working and used this to ring round until after an hour of trying, we got them accepted at a place of safety in Newcastle. Frank volunteered to run them there - it would be a four-hour round trip, plus whatever time it took to get the family settled in.

Have you ever suffered a period of tension, worry and even fear then it suddenly stops or brought something to a successful conclusion but had no-one there to offer congratulations. I can tell you that it leaves you with a massive feeling of anti climax - emotionally you are left in limbo but with the adrenaline still pouring round your body. We could have done to be rushed of our feet with the phones ringing constantly but there was not a peep out of any one. I managed to sit still but not Beth. She jumped up, walked round, sat down and then was immediately on the move again, she lit a cigarette, stubbed it out and only a moment later was lighting another one. Then after an hour if this she suddenly said, "If I don't get fucked this very minute, I think I'm going to go crazy." 

The words 'gift horse' and ' mouth' jumped to mind and, you've got to believe it, I got my cock into her faster than even Speedy Gonzales would have done. She was fantastic, burning with passion and virtually insatiable - I've never known a woman who could cum so often. I screwed her three times altogether but it was really just one long fuck because we never really stopped - in all my life I can't remember the old lingam getting back up to scratch so quickly. Frank had not returned from his trip when the shift ended and I have to admit that this was somewhat of a relief.

The next shift that the three of were together Beth's face was drawn and tense. The moment that her husband left us to make coffee, she grabbed my arm and whispered urgently, "I must have been mad the other night Terry, I don't know what came over me. It was completely wrong and it must never happen again. Please promise that you will never let Frank guess what happened between us." 

I dutifully gave my word. However, during the next month Beth and I were so awkward around each other that I wondered how it was possible that Frank did not seem to suspect anything. Then their kid's grandma was treated to a six-month visit to Australia by Frank's brother leaving them without a baby-sitter. As a short term expedient to cover this, Beth and Frank took on an extra day shift each and then in turn partnered me for a night stint. I could not get the memory of that crazy night out of my head and although I ached for Beth, whenever we were alone together I behaved like the perfect gentleman (partly out of respect for Frank). It was hard - and you can take that any way you like.

The first night that Beth and I worked as a two person team things were reasonable hectic but the second was very slack. When we had been sitting waiting for something to happen, Beth suddenly said, "I've been thinking how alike virginity and fidelity are. When you lose your cherry it's impossible to be a virgin again and if you cheat on your husband even once after that you can never not be an unfaithful wife."

One look into Beth's big blue eyes told me the true message contained in her words. We fucked like rabbits for the rest of the shift and every time that we were together after that. Drawing implication from things she said, I got the impression that Frank had not got too much downstairs and I think that first frantic time with me had given her a yen for my fat seven inches plus. The first time that I worked alone with Frank after that I felt very awkward, being sure that he would be able to guess what had happened between me and his wife just by looking at my guilty face. Since then, mentally dissociating him from Beth allows me to act quite naturally and as for guilt - if he is so blind that he can't see what is going on under his nose then he deserves all that he gets.

Even in a bed my knee problem made it difficult to do the business in anything like the missionary position and on a hard floor it was completely impossible. So, as both of us could not leave the office at the same time about the only option we had was to do it standing up. One way was for her to sit on the edge of a table facing me but our favourite method by far was with her bending over the table. You can't imagine the sheer joy of pushing my cock between those ripe twin moons into the warm welcoming wetness beyond.

One advantage of doing it that way was it left Beth's hands free to answer the telephone. If there was something heavy going down or a caller came on another line I had to stop but otherwise I just carried on, but with a lower key scale of activity. Now Frank couldn't go through a whole night without speaking to his wife at least once and in consequence he rang 'at the wrong time' not infrequently. I have to say that it gave me an extra kick listening to Beth chatting to him quite normally about family matters and saying, "I love you too," while I continued to slide it into her slow and easy.

We've been at it at least once a week for almost six months now, (some weeks she somehow persuades Frank to let her do both night shifts). It was very nice while it lasted but the Beth's mother came back from Australia last week. I don't know how I am going to manage cooped up with Frank and Beth together for twelve hours at a stretch. Even worse, I don't know how I can survive without the solace of her soft body but I'm sure that Beth must feel the same and am hoping she will be able to think of something.' 

That was Terry's story and I got quite a chuckle at the time thinking about foolish faithful Frank on the telephone unknowingly hearing the sounds of his wife's furrow being ploughed. On a more serious level the tale was an inspiration to me because it provided the answer to my problem - I would volunteer for evening charity work. It would be nice if unlikely that, like Terry, I should find myself working with a load of nubile nymphomaniacs but at the very least I would have a valid reason to be absent from home. The failsafe position was that, having established a pattern of going out in the evening, I could quietly drop the charity and use the freedom gained for my own purposes.

At the fist opportunity I said casually to Beverly, "I'm thinking of taking up voluntary charity work."

"Good idea, you might enjoy it," she said without taking her eyes from the TV set. 

My announcement had not been so unusual. While the kids were at school, I had done more than my stint with the PTA, I always gave generously to charity and I had over the years often manned a fete stall in support of a good cause. So my history as a good citizen allowed me to take the first step of my nefarious plan without a ripple of suspicion being aroused. Eager to set the ball rolling, during my next lunch hour from work, I called at the local abused women centre to offer my services. They were polite but I very quickly left with the strong impression that to them all males were the enemy. After that refusal I did not know where else to try so I pored through the evening and free papers looking for charity adverts and after a frustrating fortnight I saw it 'Be a Befriender!"

Clive, the young man who interviewed me said they were looking for people willing to be a friend to someone with learning difficulties. It seemed that 'learning difficulty' was the new term to describe those once classed as mentally retarded. He explained that volunteers were expected to spend an hour or two, once a week or once a fortnight, acting as a friend to whoever was allocated as their 'partner'. The duties of a friend were helping with the writing of letters, filing in forms and generally solving any problems bothering the partner. "The people we help have a very restricted life," Clive told me. "Their only contact with the 'normal' population is either with those who laugh and stare or those who are in authority over them. Your main function is to be there for a simple chat on a regular basis and just by doing that you will be giving a taste of the kind of life that everyone else takes for granted."

Despite my ulterior motive, Clive managed to infuse me with a feeling of 'goodness' simply for having enquired so I put my name down for the course. It was an eight-day course split over four successive weekends. I turned up on the first day eager to meet the young attractive sexually adventurous women that I confidently expected amongst the other volunteers. I was disappointed. Nine of the eleven other members were female but they were either fat and ugly, matronly or elderly - there was only one who could be described as young and she was heavily pregnant.




Charity Begins at Home



By the end of the course, five of the original dozen had dropped out and I could understand why because aspects of the information imparted were very unsettling. We learned that mental damage was permanent. It could also have many causes - genetic, problems at birth, adverse reaction to medication, illness or accident. I finished up profoundly thankful that my life was as it was and that I had safely brought up two normal intelligent children. My desire to do good and make a difference was now genuine.

Two weeks later I was taken to his hostel to be introduced to my partner Edmund and had I not been inspired I would have quit at that point because I did not see how I could possibly even pretend a friendship with him. I had been told that he was aged 35 but I would have guessed at five years older. He was about 5' 6" with a round heavy face, a small moustache and fairly short but rather lank black hair. I have given his height but that is misleading because he had the full heavy torso of a man around 6' 4" tall and the deficiency in height was entirely due to the shortness of his legs. He was wearing exceptionally baggy trousers and walked with a pronounced waddle, not unlike a penguin. The reason for my unease was that although I smiled and greeted him with almost effusive pleasantry, both his face and eyes remained completely unresponsive. He talked and answered my questions in quite a reasonable way but I had never realised before how much conversation is dependent upon facial expression.

I went for my first solo visit rather reluctantly but as soon as I entered the hostel I was collared by the warden who said, "You've certainly made a difference to Edmund already. All week he's been going round telling people that he has got a new friend."

Knowing that Edmund appreciated me visiting even he did not show it made all the difference and I found that as long as I did not look at him too much, we could converse quite pleasantly. The hour passed quite quickly as it did the following week but I found myself being depressed by the environs of the hostel, particularly the slight institutional smell. On leaving I asked the warden if it was allowed for me to take Edmund out to a pub. I was told certainly but not to let him have more than a pint and that preferably in two halves.

From then on I would pick him up at the hostel and we would go to the pub. Although Edmund's general intellectual level was that of a twelve-year-old, on some topics he could converse quite reasonably and soon I found my time with him extending by an extra half hour and even longer. He had one habit that bothered me for a while. Edmund could not take his eyes of any female who came in and I was really worried that his blatant staring would get him into trouble but nobody took offence. Knowing that he was attracted by the opposite sex, after about a month and trying to reinforce the pretence that we were ordinary friends, I asked in a man to man way if he had a girlfriend. Edmund nodded enthusiastically and insisted on immediately dragging me back to the hostel to show me.

Now I knew that residents from the twin female hostel came during the evening to mix in the communal room and so I naturally assumed that his girlfriend would be similarly handicapped. To my surprise Edmund dragged me straight to his bedroom and started fiddling in the bottom of his wardrobe. From a hiding place, the ingenuity of which proves that mentally retarded people are not necessarily devoid of cunning, he produced a pinup magazine and proudly spread it before me. Many of the pages were stuck together and all the others were stiff as cardboard. I have to confess that I handled it very gingerly and put it down as soon as I decently could, but nevertheless, I took it as a sign of trust that Edmund should be willing to lay out his love life for me to see. From time to time over the previous two years I had bought that kind of magazine myself, Playboy and such, hoping to gain inspiration to help with my own sexual problems. The next week I sorted out three and took them as a present for him. From the joy with which Edmund accepted the gift, I might have delivered a harem of luscious beauties for his personal use. 

One day after I had been taking him to the pub for a couple of months, Beverly said casually, "Why don't you bring Edmund home for the evening instead of going to the pub. I'm sure he would enjoy it for a change and you have talked so much about him that I am curious to see what he is like."

Had all my evenings with Edmund been nothing but pretence then this was just the situation that would have caught me out and I did wonder if that had been the reason for my wife making the offer. Following that logic it was impossible for me to disagree. The visit was a resounding success. Beverly had made a big effort preparing delicious sandwiches. She had also made herself very feminine and equally delicious as if we were entertaining a normal guest. From the moment that I effected introductions, it was as if I had ceased to exist. Edmund said far less than usual but seemed more than content to just sit and gaze in rapture at my wife. I think that she was rather touched by this because in what I thought a very nice gesture, as we were leaving for me to take him home, Beverly leaned forward and kissed him quickly on the cheek. On returning home I asked her what she thought of him. "I think he is very sweet - you can bring him again," she said and then, when I responded with a non-committal grunt, she said positively, "What about every other Wednesday?"

The next time I picked up Edmund he was very disappointed when he realised I was taking him to the pub and adopted a sulky manner for a while. It did not last for long because he had a lot that he wanted to say. As soon as I got home I told Beverly, "You made one hell of an impression on Edmund last week when you kissed him goodbye - he hasn't stopped talking about it all evening. It's terrible - he is thirty-five years old, he's not gay and yet he has never had sex with a woman - I don't think that he had ever even been kissed before."

"Well if you're planning for me to break his duck for him, you can forget it," Beverly informed me quickly but she said it with a laugh to show that it was a joke. The idea had never entered my mind but from that moment I could not get it out of my head. 

Way back in the marriage when the children were small and regularly spent weekends with their grandparents, a newspaper ran a series on swinging couples. Going off the pictures of the wives engaged in swapping that accompanied the articles, I found the idea rather attractive. At my prompting we had a discussion about doing it ourselves and although Beverly was not overly enthusiastic, neither did she veto the idea. It was left to me to find out more if I was really serious. 

I did make enquiries, bought some contact magazines without telling Beverly and even turned up a group reasonably close to where we lived at that time. All very exciting. The strange thing was that, although my initial motivation was the prospect of extra marital nookie for myself, I found myself getting more aroused imagining my wife with another man. Several times I was on the point of showing the results of my research to Beverly but always at the last moment doubts held me back and gradually these doubts magnified. The trouble was this - I knew that I could have sex with other partners without it affecting my feelings for Beverly but I could not be sure that this would be true for her. I never brought the subject up, she never mentioned it again and the years passed.

Having said that, the idea of my wife having a penis other than mine inside her continued to excite me and often featured in private fantasies. I could easily understand husbands who happily allowed their wives to have sex with dogs and other animals - this would give the pleasure of the sex without any fear of feelings being alienated by the new partner. Since my wife's joke there was a new factor in the equation. Without being derogatory to Edmund, the insidious thought was that, letting Beverly shag him would not be really that much different from her doing it with a dog.

Some five years ago I bought a very nice house at a knock down price. It was a very dodgy deal that depended upon an ability to get the purchase price placed in a named off-shore account. After moving in we got a lot of funny looks and comments such as, "If only the walls of your house could speak!" After about a year I found out the whole story. It seems that the previous owner was part of a wife-swapping ring that had cruelly gone to excess. They would invite young couples, either new to the area or freshly married, round to the house for what was described as a 'Welcome party'. Once there the females plied the young woman with powerful aphrodisiacs and shortly after the hapless victim husband found himself watching his young wife eagerly opening her legs for all and sundry. After being submitting to this torment for a while the husband was in his turn given some Viagra equivalent and promptly seduced by the coven of rabid wives. During the course of the evening and night videos were made and from these stills were taken featuring the easily recognisable victim couple committing lewd acts on different anonymous bodies. This little subterfuge guaranteed that the perpetrators had no fear of a come back resulting from the debauchery.

They could have gone on indefinitely but a deviation from the successful scenario proved to be the undoing. For some reason all the wives in the group had gone off somewhere for the weekend and in their absence the men decided to have a stag night. One of the men was a teacher at the local school and he persuaded some underage girls to go along to the house with the promise of pop records and a bit of booze. This time the blackmail threat did not work because one girl was so ashamed at what she remembered doing that she told her mother and the whole sordid business was exposed. All the men involved received long prison sentences, except for the owner of the house who skipped bail and managed to get abroad. 

I mention the house mainly because one of the unusual features is a Jacuzzi that features in the story. The Jacuzzi is en suite to the master bedroom and built to easily accommodate at least eight adult bodies. I liked it from the start but hearing the history of the house seemed to give an extra illicit ambience. Sadly Beverly and I only enjoyed it spicing our sex lives for little over a year before the dreaded change of life put an end to that particular sport. Now my devious mind decided that if I could get my wife and Edmund into the Jacuzzi at the same time, the fact of them being naked and in close proximity would give me a much needed thrill, whether or not anything developed from the situation. So the next time my backward friend came for the evening, after an hour of trying to make conversation, I said, "Have you ever been in a Jacuzzi Ed?" Of course he hadn't and was eager to try. As I led him out of the room to go upstairs, I casually asked Beverly if she was going to join us. She gave me a knowing look and said, "I'll think about it."

I led Edmund up to the main bedroom and his eyes opened in amazement - compared to his own frugal small room at the hostel, this was unbelievable luxury. The Jacuzzi also impressed him but he seemed content just to stand on the side gazing down into it. "Come on - let's strip off and enjoy those crazy bubbles," I urged but my remark caused a look of panic to flood his face and he unhappily confessed that he had not got a swimming costume. "Don't be shy, there's no need for costumes here, " I laughed, and leading by example, slipped off my clothes, stepped into the water and sat down. 

Edmund undressed very deliberately, carefully folding every discarded garment with pedantic precision. Eventually he stepped uncertainly into the water and then just stood there as if unsure what to do next. It was my turn to gaze in amazement because in front of me was the biggest cock that I had ever seen - hell, I never even dreamed that they were made that big. I have mentioned that he had unusually short legs but even so the damn thing hung down to his knees. It was not a thin one either, if anything rather disproportionately thick. Suddenly I hoped desperately that Beverly would stay downstairs watching TV. Since first meeting Edmund I had had to fight the temptation to patronise him but now suddenly I felt totally outclassed.

For the first few minutes I felt so overwhelmed by what I had seen that I was incapable of entertaining my guest with conversation but he seemed completely happy splashing and watching the bubbles. Suddenly my wife had joined us and the manner of her arrival was a minor masterpiece. She approached swathed in a towel, stepped into the Jacuzzi with her back to us then in one fluid movement discarded her covering and turned to sink beneath the water with such speed that it would have taken a slow motion camera to spot any intimate part of her body. Beverley was so submerged in the effervescent water that only the upper swell of her ripe breasts was revealed. This was apparently enough for Edmund because, lacking any concept of proper civilised behaviour, he abandoned his bubble watching and sat gazing unashamedly at her chest. 

It was my wife who had to fulfil the role of host by chatting to Edmund. I had become preoccupied with the thought that at all costs I must prevent Beverly from seeing the monster that Edmund had lurking under the water. The plan I came up with seemed a good one. When it was time to get out, putting a note of authority into my voice, I told Edmund, "Stay exactly where you while I get your towel." My idea was to step back into the Jacuzzi with the towel and hold it spread in front of him as a shield. Unfortunately, when I turned towel in hand, Edmund was already standing and showing all that he had got. The expression on Beverley's face is indescribable - sufficient to say that her mouth was literally hanging open.

My wife remained in the water until Ed and I had dressed and left the bedroom but she was downstairs barely a minute after us, still wet but with a robe wrapped round her. Unfortunately I was already in the process of shepherding Edmund out of the front door and I had to point out that if I did not break the speed limit most of the way then I would not get him back to his hostel before the midnight deadline.

Arriving back home some forty minutes later I found that Beverly had gone to bed and by the time I had made and drunk a cup of tea she was already asleep. In contrast I lay awake for a long time my mind filled with the revelation of the evening. Next day I decided I would let my wife be the first to mention our guest's mammoth appendage but she must have been working to the same plan because Edmund was never referred to, not even in passing. However, when we were in bed I was inflicted with a very painful erection that would not go away. All day my mind had been filled with thoughts of that over-sized penis and I have to admit that Beverly figured in most of the lewd mental scenarios. In desperation I rolled towards my wife and to my surprise she opened her legs quite willingly. She seemed less rigid than usual and I managed to cum before she gave signs of irritation. Afterwards, convinced that there must be a catch I whispered, "I suppose that I have just had my Saturday sex ration two days early?" 

"No love, " she said, "Just think of that as a little bonus."

Next day I gave in and asked, "So what do you think of Edmund?"

"Now then - do you mean Edmund himself or do you mean his big prick," she asked with an amused expression on her face."

"You have to admit that it is exceptionally large."

"Exceptionally large," she repeated. "I think that God must have given it to him to compensate for all his other handicaps."

I nodded but said, "Even allowing for those, I still think that God was over generous to him with that thing."

"You could be right," she agreed with a small smile.

The following Wednesday I took Ed to the pub so it was a fortnight before I drove him back to my home again. The three of us had been sitting in front of the TV for less than half an hour when Beverly suggested, "If you are going to take Ed in the Jacuzzi again, it might be an idea to do it early and avoid the mad dash to get him home." I looked towards Edmund to find him nodding vigorously.

It started the same as before except that Edmund got into the water far more confidently. The difference came when my wife joined us. I suspect that she deliberately made a noise to let us know she was on her way for we were both looking in that direction as she slowly sauntered towards the Jacuzzi without the benefit of a concealing towel. On top of that she took her time sitting down and then did not submerge, leaving her breasts uncovered like globular fruits bobbing on the surface - and with her nipples sticking out like the proverbial hat pegs. 

Edmund was beside himself pleasure, licking his thick lips convulsively and gazing at those glorious tits with his eyes almost starting out of his head. I, as the objective observer, saw the bulbous head of his penis break the surface briefly several times before being hastily pushed back down. Although Beverly pretended to be oblivious to all this, I suspected from the glint in her eyes that she was thoroughly enjoying the effect that the sight of her body was having upon him. This supposition was confirmed when Ed stopped being totally overwhelmed by the limited display because Beverly moved to sit on the side with only her feet in the water and with her legs indecorously apart. The backward young man immediately started gasping as if in the grip of a seizure and his cock reared unchecked out of the water like the long neck of the Loch Ness monster. 

Although it seemed like an eternity, she probably only sat there for a couple of minutes before getting out completely and walking quickly away, calling back, "You men have a nice long soak - I'm going down to get some supper ready."

During the meal Edmund's eyes continued to be riveted upon my wife. This had a lot to do with the fact that she had neglected to wear a bra under her thin tight fitting blouse. The moment we finished eating, due to my ambivalent feelings about the situation, I bustled Edmund out to the car and ran him home early. When I got back Beverley was still up so I immediately let her know that I was a bit miffed by asking, "Did you have to flaunt yourself in front of him quite so blatantly?"

Beverly laughed gaily and said, "Think about it for a minute Peter and then tell me exactly what harm I have done." She paused and when I made no response went on, "You told me how much pleasure Edmund gets from his pin-up magazines so I thought it would be nice to let him have a glimpse of the real thing. Hell - he's got so little in his life that I'm proud to have brightened up his existence just a little bit."

I felt ashamed. "Sorry," I said contritely, "I admit to being a bit envious of Edmund's massive dick but I am desperately sorry for him too. I think that he has got a terribly bad deal in life and deserves one hell of a lot more."

No more was said on the subject and soon afterwards we retired to bed. I found myself with a very stiff aching penis (no doubt inspired by seeing my naked wife in close proximity to a gigantic rampant cock) but after that earlier bit of unpleasantness I felt unable to ask for sex. I was resigned to waiting until Beverly was asleep and then tossing myself off until I heard her say very softly, "You can have me if you want."

I am not saying that she responded to me but her twat felt a damn sight more welcoming than it had for a long time. Afterwards, daring to hope, I murmured, "Asking me to make love to you - does it mean that you are beginning to want sex again?" 




Charity Begins at Home



"Sorry to disappoint you love," she said, "I just knew the condition you were in and reckoned that it was easier to let you screw me than put up with your thing jabbing me in the back all night. Anyway, the last few times you have got it over with nice and quickly - it's when you go on for ages and ages that I get sick of the whole business."

Next morning at breakfast, Beverly suddenly said, "I've been thinking," and this caused me to look up from my newspaper because her tone of voice told me she was about to say something important. "Unlike you I have rather neglected my responsibility to people less fortunate than ourselves," she went on. "You saying yesterday that Edmund deserved a hell of a lot more out of life really got through to me - so, if you want me to, I will give Edmund a turn between the sheets."

I was so shocked that it left me speechless. I confess to having often fantasised about my wife with other men, (I'm sure that many millions of husbands have done the same) but the prospect of that fantasy becoming fact was a very different matter. There was a long pregnant pause while Beverly waited for my reaction. In the end I managed to stall by forcing a short laugh and saying, "You'll never manage to get that giant thing inside you."

"Maybe I will and maybe I won't but I am willing to try," she said." Then, as if anticipating my next remark she added, "Not enjoying sex anymore, I won't get anything out of it so I don't particularly care one way or another. I'm just making the offer - it's entirely up to you."

I think that I started to stutter at this point but Beverly stopped my embarrassment by standing up and saying briskly, "I don't expect a decision right now - just think about it and let me know. 

I was tempted to say 'Yes' not least in the hope that it might jolt her sexually out of the ice age but on the other hand strong feelings of jealousy worked to counter that answer. Of course there were many other factors to consider and at some times I was inclined one way and at others swung towards the opposite point of view. I solved the dilemma by avoiding a decision. The first Wednesday I took Edmund to the pub as was customary on the odd week and then on the next evening I was due to take him home he went instead with the rest of the hostel residents on an annual free theatre trip. I should really have invited him home the next week but instead I stuck to the pub schedule so in was almost a month from when Beverly made her offer that he was again going to be in her presence.

That Wednesday morning at breakfast, Beverly suddenly said, "So what is it to be - am I going to be giving Edmund a good time or not?"

I should have been prepared but the question caught me once more at a loss for words. "Come on Pete, you've had plenty of time to decide," Beverly prompted with a note of exasperation in her voice. "You have thought about it haven't you?" 

"YES" I said loudly - hell, I had thought about virtually nothing else for four whole weeks.

"Is that yes you do want me to be nice to Edmund?"

I was actually answering her second question and had in fact almost decided to veto the suggested condoned infidelity but now I found myself weakly nodding my head. Having thus unwittingly agreed that my wife should open her legs for someone else, instead of despair as might be expected my primary emotion was one of elation - in fact I was overwhelmed by a feeling of excitement. With my tongue feeling too big for my mouth I asked, "When - I mean how are you going to do it?"

"You can leave that to me," my wife told me confidently. "All you have to do is stay on your toes and pick up any cue I give about what needs to be done."

All day at work I was in the grip of strong sexual arousal - so much so that every time I left my desk I had to carry a low slung folder to hide my embarrassing erection. This switched at 5 p.m. when most of my colleagues went home. In a moment of truth, I suddenly realised that I desperately did not want it to happen. My first thought was to pretend that Edmund was ill or had gone on another trip with his hostel buddies but this would only delay the inevitable. The only real answer was to ring the organisation to resign from the Befriender scheme and I was almost on the point of doing this until admitting that I dare not face Beverly's wrath should I take that action. The net result was that, with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, at half past seven I loaded Edmund into the car and set off with him towards my waiting wife.

At home we sat down as usual each clutching a drink. Beverly, wearing a dress placed herself opposite to Edmund, managing to show an indecent amount of leg. I was feel very uptight and could not think of a single thing to say but this did not matter because my wife dominated the conversation from the start. On his previous visits she had been little more than decoration saying comparatively little but now she was in full flow, gazing at Edmund with big eyes, calling him 'Eddie' and flattering him unmercifully. It was distressingly easy for me to tell that she was having the desired effect. After about twenty minutes she said, "I expect that you're eager to get upstairs Eddie." A normal man would have read unmistakable invitation in the remark and her tone of voice and I'm not sure that it was completely lost on my backward friend.

That eagerness was very apparent in the fact that, despite his short legs, Edmund was in the bedroom well before Bev and I got there. When we got there he was tearing off his clothes with noticeably less care than he had displayed on the first occasion. Everything proceeded as before except that she sat on the side to flaunt herself far sooner. I was wound up as tight as a spring because I knew for certain that something was going to develop but I was unsure as to when and how. Edmund now made no attempt to push his protruding penis back underwater and this gave my wife her chance. Stretching out one long elegant leg she lightly brushed the underside of his cock with her toes and this simple action caused another three inches of that massive member to rise up above the water surface.

Beverly then drew back her foot and playfully started kicking splashes of water over his dick. A look of puzzlement passed over our guest's face and the way that he drew back indicated both hurt and offence. My wife spoke quickly to repair the damage saying, "It's a game Eddie - now it's your turn to splash be back."

After a moment of hesitation, our wayward friend joined in with gusto, scooping a surge of water that he propelled through the air towards her. He was undoubtedly aiming at her tits but due to the volume splashed up at lot went over her face and hair and a not inconsequential quantity fell onto the bedroom carpet up to several feet away. Rather than see the whole bedroom saturated Beverly launched herself forward to grasp Edmund's arms just as he plunged them under the water to get a second scoop. That first contact degenerated into a light hearted struggle during which the Jacuzzi water was churned up and I got out to sit on the side to leave more room. During the two or three minutes that this continued, I saw my wife cop a nice feel of his cock, while throughout Edmunds hands were glued like limpets to her tits.

When they separated, Beverley turned an excited animated face towards me and said, "That's made me a bit parched, be a love Pete and fetch me a glass of wine." The request took me by surprise and I wondered if she was joking but the look that came into her eyes told me that it was an order, not a request. I obediently got up and walked away but at the bedroom door, still puzzled I paused and looked back. Beverly was watching me leave and holding up one hand significantly with the fingers spread. It was very easy to understand that she wanted to be left alone with Edmund for five minutes.

I actually gave her slightly longer, mainly because I grabbed a quick short to steady my nerves. What I now dreaded had not happened yet and I still hoped that something might still happen to thwart my wife's intended of seduction of this childlike man. When I arrived back upstairs carrying the glass of wine I had to keep on holding it because Beverly's hands were already occupied. She and Edmund were sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi, side by side but turned to face each other. Beverly had the fingers of both hands wrapped round the shaft of his cock as she slowly caressed. I sat nearby and placed the glass where she could reach - that is if she ever really wanted it. "Do you like this Eddie?" she was asking. He nodded enthusiastically but did not answer, as if temporarily bereft of speech. She then asked if anybody had ever done it to him before and again he nodded an affirmative.

This stopped her for a moment because the answer was unexpected. "Was it a girl, a woman - someone like me?"

This time he shook his head and mumbled, "One cig to look, five cigs to touch".

It was obvious that male contemporaries throughout his life had been as impressed as we were by that gigantic dick and their interest must have kept Edmund at least partially supplied with smokes. "Do you want me to give you some cigarettes for touching you or would you like to touch me instead?" Bev asked in her most seductive voice. In an instant he was squeezing her breasts as if his life depended upon it. 

This mutual touching up must have gone on for five minutes or more before Beverly stood up and, still with a firm grip on his prick, started leading him towards the bed. Trailing along behind I suddenly noticed that my wife had already covered the duvet with spread bath towels. She sat on the edge of the bed, lay back and looking up at him asked gently, "Do you know what we are going to do? 

"Yes," he said, as if not really believing it.

"Do you want do?"

It was a silly question because his affirmative answer left no room for doubt. "Right but you must do exactly as I say," she instructed firmly. "You can leave everything to me but when I say push, push very gently and if I say stop then you must stop immediately. Now come a bit forward, that's it, now lean forward a bit."

I was torn between a desire to watch and an equal need to look away. I watched. During the following sequence her words went as follows, "Right push a bit, NO No, that's too hard. OK, now push a little more, NO, STOP,STOP, STOP!" Beverly pushed him away and sat up cursing, Damn, damn, damn, it's just too bloody big." Turning to me she said, "I thought I was ready but I'm not. Maybe it is too big but there is one thing I can try, Pete fetch that lubrication stuff that we use when I'm too dry." 

I did as I was told and handed her the plastic bottle. She squirted a big dollop onto one hand and gave the bottle back with the instruction, "While I am seeing to him, you put some on me - make sure to get it well up inside."

Beverly rubbed her hands together and then began to anoint that giant phallus. She did it very slowly, presumable to avoid bring matters to a premature conclusion. I knelt between her spread thighs and set to on my allotted task with more than a degree of enthusiasm. This was the first time in over two years that I had my fingers inside her cunt but the supreme irony was that they were only allowed in now to prepare it for another man's cock.

All nicely greased, they started as before with much better success but it was a slow business. In many stops and starts, sometimes advancing less than an inch at a time, Edmund gradually worked that long column into her. Then suddenly on another 'push' he slid the remaining way in almost up to the hilt. "Oh God, Oh God, OH My GOD," Beverly cried and then went into a series of rapid panting. I could not believe it. After a gap of so many years, my wife was having an orgasm. After a few moments her breathing steadied, only for another larger climax to follow on the heels of the first. 

Edmund gave a great bellow and started to ejaculate. There was no thrusting only bellowing but from the pulsing of his buttocks I could se that he was pumping thirty-five years of accumulated semen into her - it looked as if he was pissing cum. That was the trigger for my wife to launch on the most mind blowing orgasm she had ever had. She was out of it with eyes rolled back, mouth open screaming and her fingers locked like talons into his back. 

They say that unlike humans, dogs continue to ejaculate for a very long time and I have to say, in this circumstance at least, Edmund shared this canine trait. When it was over, both seemed to go comatose with Beverly breathing a steady sleep rhythm and him just slumped as if suddenly switched off. Fortunately for my wife, he had tilted to the side so his dead weight was not directly resting on her. They lay unmoving for nearly an hour but for all that time, even though now limp, a fair part of that long organ remained inside her distended twat.

In the end I had to rouse Edmund and almost dress him because his inherent stupidity seemed to have come to the fore. Once again I had to break the speed limit back to the hostel. During the journey I kept repeating to my passenger that he must tell nobody what had occurred - "-or else I can never take you home with me again." Despite the threat, at that point in time I had no intention of letting him within a mile of my wife ever again. Back at home I found that Beverley had managed to get properly into bed and pull the covers over her. Both mentally and physically exhausted, I undressed and got into bed beside her only to discover that the towels she had laid out had been of little benefit, for the liquid of his copious emission had permeated right through the duvet as well. I don't know if it was natural reaction or sheer perversity but I could not resist creeping out a hand to investigate Beverley's abused vagina. It was still leaking freely with sticky cum puddling between her legs. After all that I had witnessed, it was at this point I finally lost control and involuntarily spilled my own seed to join all the rest in our soaked bed. 

Next morning I was late for work and even then had left my wife in bed still sleeping the sleep of the dead. The events of the previous night gnawed away at me all day so that I returned home tired only to find Beverley bright as a button. She had also prepared my favourite meal. While eating I tried to phrase some comment on what I had watched her do but before I could find the right words she said cheerfully, "Perhaps you could check with his hostel and see if Edmund can stay out all night. We can easily put him up in the spare room - it seems so uncivilised having to dash back with him at the end of an evening. You could drop him in on your way to work and not be faced with a forty minute round trip at midnight." 

"I was not planning to bring him home any more," I told her bluntly.

"Why ever not?"

"You've broken his duck as we agreed but I honestly don't think we have any more commitment to him," I said. "I will probably keep taking him to the pub, at least for a while, but I think I have already given more than my fair share."

Beverley just sat shaking her head sadly at me. "And you call yourself a charitable person," she said. "I never fully subscribed to the saying that what you have never had you never miss but in this situation it has some validity. You have just effectively encouraged me to show Edmund what he has never had and now you want to tell him 'Make the most of it because it has to last you for the rest of your life'. I'm ashamed of you."

I still felt justified in making a stand but this was far outweighed by the feeling of shame that my wife had laid on me. "I didn't look at it that way," I mumbled.

"You were all for what happened last night so what has suddenly made you change your mind?" My feelings about it were far too complex for me to even try to explain. When I did not reply Beverly asked, "Is it because he made me cum?"

That was a large part of it so I nodded mutely. "I would have thought that you would be pleased that Eddie has managed to break through my mental block," she said, "I certainly am. You have assumed that it was only you that was suffering - don't you think that I missed the kind of sex that we used to have as badly as you?"

"I didn't realise."

"Pete, if only you knew the diets and herbal drugs that I have tried just because I heard they were meant to put the spark back into post menopausal women."

"Is it really a breakthrough - I mean permanent?"

"Well I am certainly looking forward to Ed's next visit and I'm looking forward to tonight when I am going to give you all that you have been missing for so long."

"Do we have to wait for bedtime?" I asked hopefully.

For answer Beverly stood up with a sexy smile on her face. As I followed her upstairs she asked, "Do you want to start off in the Jacuzzi?"

"Why delay by getting wet when there is so much to do," I replied happily.

What a joy it was to slip between clean fresh sheets with my naked eager wife. It is ironic that after all my mentioned struggles to reach ejaculation point, this time, when I wanted to keep on for ever, I exploded having barely left the starting gate. Beverly was not dismayed, setting to with hands and mouth to quickly prepare me for a return to the fray. That was a triumph in itself for it had been many years since I had managed an encore but, before the night was out, I had scored an amazing hat trick. All my birthdays had come at once.

The following night was the same and the next - well almost the same because I only managed a double. All her secret places, mainly her wonderful cunt were once more open to me, wide open and gently pulsating under my tongue. The following nights were more pedestrian but although I only managed to cum once, on no occasion could our coupling be described as a quick shag. The Wednesday night came and, following routine, I took my charge to the pub. When I got home I found my wife unwilling to hide her disappointment at my not having brought Edmund to her. This topped a miserable evening spent with a surly uncommunicative retard who had obviously expected the same. For the first time in seven days, there was no carnal knowledge for me that night.

The sex train was back on track Thursday night after I promised to forget the pub altogether on Wednesdays in future - and had also mentioned that the hostel was happy to let Edmund out for nights as long as I signed to take over responsibility. When the next Wednesday came, after more long nights of strenuous enthusiastic screwing, I was not at all reluctant to let Edmund have a turn. Unknowingly following my lead, he too declined the Jacuzzi, being anxious to proceed to the main event. Again it took care working that long thick column of muscle up inside my wife but not as long as before. He lasted only slightly longer this time but emitted a smaller quantity of his reproductive fluid. Beverly did enjoy a couple of pretty hefty orgasms during the procedure but not a repeat of that almost out of body experience. The main difference was that neither lapsed into that comatose state and this was when my jealousy returned because Beverly immediately started to use the magic she had used on me to induce a speedy return to the saddle by Edmund.

I think that it was the sight of her pink wet tongue lasciviously licking his nob end that did it because his cock lengthened and stiffened as if someone had pressed a button. This time he thrust his whole length onto her all in one go and this caused a cry of sheer joy to burst from Beverly's throat. She started to cum and from that point it did not seem as if she ever stopped. Having found his stride (if that is the right word) Edmund just kept going with great long powerful strokes. I have to admit that it was impressive. It was what the word 'fuck' really means, where in contrast I can only 'poke' with my comparatively puny prick. I found it totally demoralising. As a point of interest, watching from behind as they humped, the sight of his swaying balls provided graphic evidence why Edmund was forced to walk with his legs so far apart.




Charity Begins at Home



After the grand finale, they both went into the sleeping beauty routine. I waited for just over half an hour then managed to half rouse Edmund and lead him to the spare bedroom. Returning I threw the cover over Beverly and slipped in beside her. She rolled towards me, gave me a clumsy kiss and mumbled contentedly, "I love you so much for letting me do this."

Taking the word 'love' as my cue I tried to clamber on top in search of a welcoming warm haven for my own stiff and aching dick but Beverly pushed me away. "I'll give you your reward tomorrow, I will be so good to you I promise - but not just now please love," she said.

I could easily have lain and let my resentment fester on this but amazingly I fell asleep and when the next night proved my wife to be good as her word I forgot about it. At some point she suggested that we switch our house guest night from Wednesday to Friday night and I had to admit that it made a lot of sense. I have no grumbles about the sex during the week - anything would have been better than the frustrations of the previous years but I was beginning to realise that I had to pay for it. When the Friday arrived, events on the bed were a replica of the previous session except that when I tried to rouse Edmund, Beverly put out a hand to stop me. "It's a shame to disturb him," she said. "Do you mind going in the guest room just this once love - I've put the duvet on the chair, just throw it over us before you go."

I didn't sleep this time. I lay for hours feeling totally excluded and this feeling of rejection was exacerbated when unmistakable sounds from the next room told me that they were screwing again. It was the last straw and I was determined to put my foot down. There was no opportunity to talk before I had returned Edmund to his hostel and when I got home my wife had discovered some urgent shopping that needed to be done. Then came lunch. While drinking my cup of tea I was busy marshalling the words of my ultimatum and had actually cleared my throat to speak when Beverly got in first to say, "You got a bit of a raw deal last night - would you like to go to bed for a bit?" We did not actually screw but the way that she made me feel with her mouth was sheer heaven. Afterwards she said, "You were going to say something earlier." 

"It doesn't matter, "I told her.

The fact that it did not matter to me meant that this whole routine was repeated on the next two weekends. Then in a newspaper Beverly spotted an event at the nearest coastal resort. "Edmund would love that," she said. "We could take him, I'm sure that he doesn't get to see the sea very often. In case we are back late you can book him out for the Saturday night as well."

"Now wait a minute...." I started to say.

"I know what you are thinking," Beverly interrupted, "- but Friday night are Friday nights, Saturdays are completely different. This is just to give him a special day out; we can even drop him back at the hostel if we are back in time."

On that basis I agreed but of course it did not turn out like that. I thought that we were back in time but Beverly disagreed and her view prevailed. Then when it was approaching bedtime, she pulled me to one side and said, "I know that there was not meant to be any sex with Eddie but he is sitting there so expectantly and I am not sure how he will react if I say no. I had better let him have a quickie just to keep him happy."

But there was no such thing as a quickie with Edmund any more because his premature problems had completely disappeared. He had turned into a thrusting machine, apparently indefatigable. And he was learning, learning how to vary the pace fast, then slow and then fast again. Most impressive of all was the way he had thought to pull almost completely out and then give her the whole of that impressive length in one mind boggling thrust. Beverly was on another planet and I have to report that I spent a second successive night in the guest bedroom.

I have no grumbles about the consolation that I received during the Sunday afternoon and night - and to a lesser extent throughout the following week. I think that Beverly must have insinuated into my mind the idea that I was gaining out of the situation because amazingly I made no objection when she found another Saturday day out for Edmund that would necessitate him again staying with us that night. Inevitably this established a pattern and from then on Beverly was my wife for five days a week with Edmund claiming the remaining two. Having said that I believe that I still received far more quality sex than the great majority of husbands.

I paid for my pleasures with the pain of both envy and jealousy. Watching them copulate a certain mathematical ability started to plague me. Given that Edmunds cock was round about twice as long as mine and roughly double the thickness, it was a simple calculation to work out that he was pushing between six and eight times the volume of meat into her than I could possibly manage. The magnitude of the difference was totally devastating to my ego. 

There was also another distressing factor that was definitely getting worse. They say that a the elasticity of a woman's cunt adjusts to accommodate whatever size of penis is presented to it. This is not strictly true because when I had sex after the cuckoo in my nest had stretched her, my dick literally did not touch the sides, it was like poking fresh air and my old ejaculation problem showed signs of returning. Usually I got some sensation back by Thursday but then Edmund would turn up on the Friday to ruin her for me again. My only answer was to make more recourse to oral sex and I have to say that the nerve endings in my wife's twat were now so highly tuned that I could send her into paroxysms of delight with very little effort from my tongue. 

The whole thing began to get me down but I hung on because we had fortnight's holiday coming up that was booked the previous year. That effectively meant that there would be a three weekends break from Edmund and I figured I could extend this to four by not contacting the hostel during the week after. I hoped that this gap combined with sun sand and my own sexual attentions might wean my wife off what I was beginning to realise was an addiction.

On the Thursday before I was due to collect Edmund for what I hoped might possibly be the last time, we got a answer phone message from Clive saying that he would drop Edmund off and save me the trouble of picking him up. When we opened the door, Clive was standing there alone but he quickly explained that he had asked Edmund to stay in the car for a moment because he wanted a private word with us. Seated inside he told us, " The fact is that I have a problem you could help me with but don't be afraid to say no if it is really inconvenient. All the hostel residents together with staff are booked to go on holiday next week. One is already going away independently with his befriender's family but Edmund has refused to go with us. This means that a proportion of the staff will have to stay behind just to look after him unless I can make other arrangements. You have been very good to Eddie and I hate to impose further but would it be possible for you to take him for the full week? You will of course get an allowance for his food and accommodation."

Had Clive approached me while I was at the hostel he would have received a categorical refusal but I heard I heard my wife say emphatically, "Yes we'd love to - it will be a pleasure."

My heart sank and I must have sat bemused for a time because when I came to, Clive had gone and Edmund was carrying a hold-all upstairs. Jumping up I grabbed Beverly but before I could speak she said happily, "He'll be no trouble. I have already got two days off work to get packed for Greece and I'm due some spare days that I can add on. If you can get a couple of days off too we can take him somewhere during the week - it will be a lot better because visitor attractions only get really busy at weekends."

I expected the week to be bad but it was awful. When I got home on the Monday evening, the smell (and not only in the bedroom) told me that they had been at it all day. It was difficult to get any days off and I did not really try because I knew my presence would make no difference to Beverly and Edmund - and I saw no need to expose myself to extra torment. At the start Edmund had been both shy and nervous but over the weeks he had gradually gained in confidence and now I found him positively arrogant. This only served to increase my resentment of him. All through the week by evening the pair of them had no urgency for sex so we sat and watched TV but my wife still had a need to fondle him. Picture them on the settee, Edmund sprawled back with his prick out and Beverley continually stroking it and occasionally leaning forward to lick up any pre-cum that appeared.

One consolation throughout was that there was little or no oral sex. Apart from screwing and enthusiastically squeezing her tits, Edmund had little idea of sex play not even kissing so the only non-copulation activity that took place was Beverly ministering to him. Even then she could not get his cock into her mouth and had to resort to licking it like a lollipop. Occasionally he exploded while she was doing this and although some of the spunk went into her mouth, most splattered over her face. It is significant to note the way that Edmund always reacted to this occurrence, chortling with the kind of childish glee that normal people reserve for custard pies. I regarded these as Felix the cat moments.

I was completely banished to the spare room for sleeping but Beverly did make efforts to take the edge off my sexual needs by giving me a blow job when he was asleep - Edmund did nap frequently between fucks. She also invited me to join in but I always refused - in photographic terms, I could not bear the thought of my penis being caught in the same frame as his.

During the week Beverly had taken to wearing dresses and no knickers to be always easily available to him. On the Saturday morning as I was thankfully preparing to take him back to the hostel, she had dressed the same way out of habit. I was actually standing with the car keys in my hand when Edmund decided that he wanted a last shag. Whipping his cock out he lifted her dress and started pushing her backwards. She had never refused him before but now she said pleasantly, "No Eddie - not now."

"Yes," said Edmund in a determined voice and pushed harder to send her sprawling backwards onto the settee.

As he got on top she tried to push him off saying, "NO, I'm serious Eddie, we haven't got time."

"YES," he snarled, brutally pushing her legs apart and ramming himself into her.

I was about to intervene and try to pull him off but before I could act she started to moan, "Yes, oh yes, harder - please harder." We finished up being very lucky to get to the airport on time.

On the plane to Greece my thoughts were more relief at having got away from the home situation rather than any contemplation of the holiday pleasure ahead. In bed at the hotel I found that, after a week of almost constant occupation by that mammoth pole my wife's once trim vagina was utterly useless to me. Beverly was sexually like an overheated furnace but even she could see the problem. "There's nothing for it - you'll just have to fuck me the back way," she said.

Now early on in the marriage when we were both up for anything we did of course try anal sex. I don't know it I did it wrong or if it was just a bad time but I did not enjoy it and she had bowel problems for nearly a week. We had agreed then ' never again' - but 'needs must when the devil drives' as they say. It was surprisingly good, I loved it and so did she. I actually made her cum almost as much as Edmund had the conventional way with his extraordinary equipment. Beverly was exultant, "That is a big problem solved. From now on Eddie can have the front to himself, you have the back and there is no conflict. I wonder if it will be possible for you both to screw me at the same time."

I returned home sated in both body and mind but, despite Beverly's plans for combination fucking, I was still determined to get rid of Edmund one way or another. It was therefore distressing to find a message from Clive on the answer-phone asking me to contact him immediately. Despite my better judgement I did ring. Clive refused to give me any information over the phone and insisted on driving out to see us immediately. "I'm afraid that you won't be seeing Edmund again," he said the moment that he was ushered into the house. "He is in prison and it's likely that he will stay there for a very long time."

My wife and I asked, "Whatever has he done?" almost in unison.

"I'm afraid that he has raped a young girl. While our lot were on holiday they had an overflow problem in the women's hostel and moved her into our empty one temporarily. Unfortunately the problem continued but our resident who went away independently is being adopted by that family and won't be coming back so we allocated his bed to the sixteen year old girl on a short tem basis. The very first night Edmund went into her room and forced his attentions on her. This resulted in internal damage and left the girl severely traumatised. Perhaps the most distressing aspect is that Edmund cannot see that he has done anything wrong and keeps insisting that the girl enjoyed it. Investigation of his possessions turned up a large quantity of pornographic material so it looks as if he has been edging that way for quite a while."

Clive paused and turned to my wife with an apologetic look on his face. "He keeps saying your name and it seems that you are part of some sick fantasy that he has got in his head. He talks constantly about doing the same to you and it is only luck that you have emerged unscathed. I feel so guilty at having inflicted him on you because it now seems that he has no concept of right and wrong. There won't be a trial because he is unfit to plead so he will be sent quietly away to Broadmoor or Rampton."

I was not at all sorry for Edmund because any sympathy I had for him was long gone but Beverly was very upset. When we got to bed she was too depressed for sex but that was understandable. Normal relations were re-established the next night but something was missing. On holiday we had enjoyed exuberant sex without Edmund anywhere near and I hoped this would continue but I was to find that the prospect of being with him in the future was the spark that had enlivened my wife. It was not an immediate decline because we both went through the motions, pretending that were enjoying it more than we were but after only a few weeks there were more nights that we didn't bother than those we did. Beverly began to crave a cock in her cunt in her cunt and found reason to again bar me from her back passage. This did me no good at all. Lack of sensation combined with her unconcealed disinterest brought back my ejaculation difficulties with a vengeance and the night that she eventually said, "For God's sake either cum or take the damn thing out I want to go to sleep," marked a watershed in our sexual relationship. 

It was about two weeks later the postman delivered a very bulky package addressed to Beverly. She took it away and made no reference to it that night. However, at the weekend she handed me a copy of a contact magazine open at a page with one of the adverts ringed. It showed a fuzzy faced photograph taken five years ago showing her sitting naked on the side of the Jacuzzi. The text read 'Attractive adventurous 39-year-old wife seeks uninhibited sex fun. Only the exceptionally well endowed need reply'. 

She then gave me two clips, one bursting with letters and the other holding only a few. "These are the replies," she said. "All of those are the rejects, most are from blokes with an over inflated idea of their equipment but some are from out and out perverts, (they actually make very good reading). The other six are the ones I have selected and I wondered if you would like to decide which guy I should see first."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked without even glancing at the letters.

"Surely you know that as well as I do Pete. You must have noticed that I am slipping back to how I was and after the last few months I will try anything I can think of to stop it happening. Have you any better suggestions?"

I shook my head helplessly. I was equally afraid of a new ice age starting but I had an awful feeling that the cure might prove to be more distressing than the disease. To show willing I started leafing through the smaller clip just looking at the photos that all had provided. The fact that jumped out at me was that four of the six were black. None of the half dozen would threaten Edmund's penile supremacy but all were pretty impressive.

"Don't just look at the pictures because you also need to read what they say, Beverly advised cheerfully. "All the same, if the camera angle isn't causing distortion, that first black guy is rather spectacular don't you think?"

"How often do you plan to see them?"

"I've absolutely no idea."

There was no point in pursuing that line of question so I balanced the forty to fifty reject letters on my hand and asked, "What do you plan to do with these?"

"File them of course," my wife told me. "If those six don't do the trick I may have to switch from quality to quantity."



Charity Begins At Home



 Hi guys, this one's a bit different and a bit late. It's different because it's the first Thanksgiving story I've ever done where turkey survived. It's also shorter and of course because it's late. I didn't actually start this story until Thanksgiving day. Anyway here it is SS06 

Edited by SirCharles5150

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It was a typical Sunday morning and I was right on schedule. A typical Fall Sunday morning was as close to heaven as I could get. My schedule was pretty much chiseled in stone. I got up and went out for a run to start with. 

The runs in the fall are completely different. For one thing the air, though colder, is crisper and fresher. The fall scenery in Michigan is outstanding. All sorts of trees have their leaves spontaneously combust into a plethora of shades and colors that are dizzying in intensity and unrivaled in their beauty. 

Tourists come from all over the country to take in the fall colors and see the beauty of those leaves. And I got to ignore it and stomp over all of those leaves for free. 

Maybe after seeing it for over fifty years, I had become immune to the beauty of it all. Or maybe I was just a pissed off, lonely old man who was too locked up in himself to enjoy it.

At any rate, the fall runs were a time to think. With no races to train for, I could just run easily and let my mood, my thoughts and the music on my iPod dictate the pace.

After the run, I went home to a hearty breakfast and several chores around the house. Usually those chores included checking on my Mustang that was snugly ensconced in her heated Garage under a car cover. God, I loved that car. 

Anyway, following that, I spent the day with football and NASCAR on my 72" flatscreen.

I was done with my shower and my breakfast. I was just settling in for the checking on the car part of the morning when it happened. Someone knocked on my door. 

My first thought was to ignore it, hoping they would go away.

But the knocking only increased in intensity. Then it got worse. 

"Gary, I know you're in there," she said. Her voice was familiar, but I couldn't put a name with it. She obviously knew me though, since she'd used my name.

I sighed heavily, hoping that I could get rid of her quickly and get back to my relaxing Sunday.

I opened the door to find one of the people in the world that I least expected to see standing on my porch. 

"What?" I asked angrily. 

"Oh My," she said. "You look far better than I expected. You've toned up. And shorter hair suits you." She walked past me and into my living room without being invited. 

As she passed by me, I couldn't help but notice how good she smelled. She walked over to my sofa and took off her coat. She placed it on the sofa next to her. She was a very feminine woman. Some would call her the girly girl type. 

Her waves of thick red hair were mixed in with a few waves of gray here and there, that she had decided not to color. The look made me think of fire and ice. Her hair was much like her personality. She'd always been a very fiery and emotional woman. But if you pissed her off or threatened someone she cared about, her warmth disappeared. 

The last time I'd seen her, she hadn't even had so much as a smile for me. That was despite the fact that her husband had been my lifetime best friend. 

This time she wore a thick woolen sweater over some sort of T-shirt. I was sure that there was an industrial strength bra under there, restraining her large breasts. She wore only yoga pants and tennis shoes on her lower limbs. She looked as if she had just come from some sort of exercise class and had just thrown her warm coat over her workout gear. 

The look was very becoming on her. As she stood and looked around my living room, I noticed her body. The short but well formed legs tapered upwards to wide hips and an absolutely incredible ass. 

Her tummy was just a bit thick, but for a woman of her age, who'd already borne a child, it was expected. It wasn't like she had rolls of fat or a beer belly. She was just no longer in that fitness model class. 

She turned suddenly and caught me staring at her. I truly believe trying to see if I stared at her body was the primary reason for her looking at the pictures scattered around my living room. 

"No family pictures?" she threw out. 

"No family," I returned angrily. Her face went through a host of emotions as she watched me. 

"Gary you have two ..." she began. 

"No, I don't," I spat. "She got them in the divorce."

"Bullshit!" she said. The profanity seemed strange coming from her beautiful lips. Her slight southern accent lengthened each syllable. 

"She cried to them, the same way she cried to me. No one knew there was a problem until afterwards. And by then your kids had no idea how to handle the situation. You had made your position pretty clear from the beginning. They were either on her side or yours. And you refusing to accept phone calls and sending back all of their letters and even Christmas cards, unopened, pretty much made it clear that you weren't going to change your mind," she said. "They miss you a lot."

"They've still got her," I said. 

"What do you expect them to do?" she asked. "It's not like they can just throw her out in the cold. And you probably don't know this and probably care even less, that she has a lot of health problems, right now." 

"And?" I said, looking straight at her. 

"Gary, the two of you were together for more than twenty years," she said. "Is there no hope that you can at least try to be civil to her?"

"None at all," I spat. 

"Oh well," she said. "It looks like I'm about to lose a friend."

"You lost me as a friend a long time ago," I said. "When you took her side in our divorce, you gave me your ice queen routine pretty thoroughly. Even after I ..."

"Even after you single handedly helped me through John's death," she finished for me. She wiped her eyes. The fact that she could still summon a tear for him six years after his death re-confirmed my attraction to her. It was clear that when she loved someone, she did it with her whole heart. If only I had been blessed to have married someone like her. 

"What did you expect?" she asked. "She was my best friend. And Gary, she was in pain. She was so distraught. Anyone who looked at her ... Anyone who heard her wailing like some sort of pitiful tortured beast could have felt her pain. She cried as if her heart had been torn still beating from her chest. All I wanted was to help my best friend through that pain." She looked at me and shook her head. 

"And you ... " she said. "So strong, even then. You never shed a single God Damned tear. It looked for all the world as if you just didn't care. You weren't the one who seemed to need help. You went on about your business like none of it mattered." 

She turned and looked at my face. Her eyes bore into mine as if she was trying to glimpse the soul inside of the body. 

"It was just like now," she said. "You sit there like some huge cat. You're weighing all of your options and trying to figure out what the hell I want. And once you've determined my motives you'll shut me down and go about your business as if I had never been here."

"So why not save me the trouble and just get to the point?" I said. 

"The point is I want what you've never given anyone," she said. "And then I'll ask for what I came here for." I looked across the room at her. 

"What is it that I've never given anyone?" I asked. 

"The real reason why you threw Charity away after twenty years of marriage. I want know why you suddenly decided that you no longer loved the mother of your children and preferred to live alone. I have my suspicions, but I need to know your side," she said. 

"Why?" I asked. "After all of this time, why does it matter?"

"Because, John loved you, Gary," she said. "And I did too. And what you did just wasn't like you. And for all of this time Charity has allowed everyone to believe that what happened between the two of you wasn't anything she did. But the way she's been acting makes me think that maybe she hasn't told us all the truth." 

I laughed and she looked at me across the floor. The expression on her face was unreadable. 

"It's been three years," I said. "Why do you suddenly want to hear my side?" 

Perhaps my voice gave away some of the anger I felt. Perhaps she was simply more perceptive than I gave her credit for. But the look on her face now told me that she really wanted to know. I think that maybe she was beginning to see the truth.  

"She's never given up the hope that the two of you would get back together," she said. "But every time she goes into one of those jaunts of depression that have been plaguing her, she changes the reason why you guys broke up. At first she wanted all of us to believe that you had done something. She always claimed that it was too painful to talk about. Then later she chalked it up as just the two of you growing apart. But whenever she'd talk about you, it was about how much she missed you. Last week I asked her if she wanted to sign up to work Thanksgiving at the homeless shelter. We used to do that all the time. Charity never worked there on the holiday, because she was always busy with you and the kids. But since I'm alone, I was available." 

This time her voice broke slightly as she talked about being alone. I knew that the only reason she was alone was that she hadn't decided that she needed anyone in her life more than she needed her memories. 

"Anyway," she continued. "She freaked out when I asked her about it. She said that her volunteering cost her your marriage. And lately it's been really bugging me. And I guess that what she said just doesn't seem like the Gary I know. To be truthful, you've been on my mind a lot lately." 

I sighed and moved over by her. I lit the logs in the fireplace and the warmth filled the room. Hope brought her feet up under her legs making herself comfortable. I stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a beer and a glass of wine. I handed the glass to Hope and started my tale. 

"You already know how Charity and I met and got married so I won't bore you with that. You already know about us raising our children in the house right across the street from you. You also know that your husband, John and I were lifelong friends, so it just seemed natural for all of us to be friends. So you and Charity did a lot of things together. So let's not waste time discussing the beginning or the ending of my marriage. Let's concentrate on how Charity's charity tore us apart. 

About five years ago, just after John died, I got another promotion. I became the Vice President of the engineering department. Anyway, I was making so much money that we were suddenly able to buy some of the things we'd always wanted. I traded my 04' Mustang in on a brand new 2009 Shelby GT 500. I bought that snazzy little Caddy for Charity and gave our kids a nice chunk of cash too. 

We also decided that Charity really didn't need to work anymore. At first Charity staying home seemed like a good thing. But after a while she got bored. She considered going back to work, but she really didn't want the day to day grind. She had also talked for years about doing something to give back to society for all of the blessings she had been given. 

So that was how she started volunteering for all of her charity work. At first it seemed like a good thing. She came home with lots of good stories about the people she had helped. Helping people seemed like some sort of tonic for her and I have to say that it revved up things in the bedroom for us. Our sex life was never really bad, but after a day of handing out coats to homeless people or reading to seniors, Charity was hotter than a two dollar pistol."

I noticed that Hope shook her head at that. I decided to ask her what bothered her about it, later. 

"During the holiday season," I continued. "Charity got ramped up. It was as if she thought that she could single-handedly end hunger and homelessness. She didn't slight our family though. She made our turkey day and Christmas dinners and get-togethers as special as she could. But she just seemed to spend so much more time with her volunteer work. She just seemed to be driven by it. 

She went as far as taking our kids to a center that gave clothing to homeless people. They spent an afternoon hanging and sorting clothing in a huge laundry. They helped to wash all of the clothing that had been donated. They came home exhausted. But then our kids were kind of spoiled. They had never had to wash and iron their own clothing growing up, let alone doing laundry for thousands of people. 

The afternoon didn't do much to make our kids sympathetic to the plight of the homeless. But it did make them more likely to give a few bucks as a donation rather than work in one of the centers. 

It also gave them new respect for what their mother went through. They talked about the fact that they were young and in their twenties. So if they were exhausted when they got home, their mother had to be near the point of physical incapability. That made me think about it too. 

I told Charity that if she was too tired for sex or anything else, she should just tell me. She looked at me as if I had fallen off of the stupid tree. 

"Gary, you come first, Honey," she said. "My charity work is my hobby, but you're my life."

I can still remember her saying that to me. At the time, I was sure that she was telling the truth. We'd been married for so God damned long. And in all of that time, she had never given me a reason not to trust her. And in the end, I discovered later on that she was telling me the truth, literally. 

"Wait a minute," said Hope. "If she loved you so much, why the hell did you dump her?" 

"Can I tell the story, Hope?" I said. 

"Can you come over here and sit on the sofa near me, while you tell it?" She asked. "We're supposed to be friends after all."

I slowly walked towards her. I didn't want to get too close to her because for a woman of our age, Hope is kind of hot. It had been too long for me and her presence was reminding me of things I hadn't felt in a long time. 

"Anyway," I continued. "Charity was running herself ragged. I felt terrible about it. I spoke to the kids about it. We were trying to figure out any way possible that we could help her. So if you remember, we decided to have Thanksgiving dinner at my daughter Lisa's house. Lisa was happy as hell. 

It was Lisa's chance to be Queen for a day. Charity was a little saddened by it, though. I thought that she wanted to prove to everyone that she could do it all and keep it all together. But she was burning the candle at both ends and heading for a burnout. I've seen it before. A person is working so hard that they become blind to the fact that they're falling apart. 

One of the first signs is when they start to forget things. 

As I spoke I started to notice that Hope was moving closer to me. The sofa wasn't that big, so she ended up close enough to me that our legs were touching. The glow from the fire and the close quarters, weren't doing me any good. 

"Go on," she said, reaching her hand out and patting my shoulder. When I started to talk again I noticed that the hand she'd put on my shoulder hadn't moved. 

"Okay, Charity, for some reason was more concerned with our sex life than I was," I said. 

"Gary, she's supposed to be," interrupted Hope. She used that opportunity to scoot even closer to me. "Charity loves you, she knew she had to keep you happy or you would go to some other woman." 

"No, I wouldn't have," I said. "I was with Charity for better or for worse."

"How do you know that she was worried about your sex life?" she asked. 

"Remember how I told you that she was always hot to trot after volunteering but then lately she'd been too tired for sex or anything else when she came home?" I asked. "Well she quickly changed her behavior. She started giving me sex BEFORE she went to the homeless shelter. 

That Thanksgiving day, the plan was for her to go to the Shelter to help prepare their Thanksgiving meal, and then come home so we could go to Lisa's house for our own. 

I woke up that morning, with my dick as hard as a rock. The reason it was harder than normal was because Charity was slurping on it. Being awakened with a blowjob is a wonderful start to any day. And in my limited experience, Charity gives the best blowjobs ever. 

She took me almost to the point of no return and then stopped. She climbed her way up my body and started kissing me. God that woman can kiss. But all of the kissing was just to let me cool down. 

She straddled me and lined her pussy up and started riding me. The whole time she was telling me how much she loved me. She kept riding me until she could tell I was about to cum. Then she would stop get off of my dick and just smile at me. 

At the end of every smile, the corners of her lips would shift upwards just a tiny bit more. After a couple of times, I got used to just watching that smile. 

She did it two or three times. I was so close to cumming that it hurt. And there she was smiling at me. And she knew what she was doing. 

"You want to cum don't you?" she smirked. I just nodded. We both enjoyed the game. 

"Tell me what you want, baby," she said. 

You have to remember, Hope, Charity isn't like you. She isn't slim and curvy and sexy. Charity looks like an average suburban mom. She has a wide fat ass and big motherly boobs. But I loved her so much that it just made her the sexiest woman on earth to me. 

"I want to split that pussy. And fill it with cream," I told her. She smiled at me then but it was just a little smile. 

"That's what I want you to do," she told me. "But I don't think you're gonna make it." 

That was when she hit me with that full electric smile and I couldn't hold it anymore. Sperm shot out of me like someone had just flipped a switch. She leaned forward so some of it landed on her face. The woman made me cum just by smiling at me. She really had my number. 

After that we lay there in bed cuddling. For a while she kept rubbing my dick as we smootched. Then she turned her back to me so we were spooned, but she never let go of my dick. She rubbed the head of it in her pussy covering it with her juice to lube it up. I knew what was coming when she started pulling her fat ass cheeks apart. 

Charity and I had done anal a few times before that morning, but it wasn't something we did very often. To be honest, I liked it. She was so tight back there that she always almost squeezed my dick off. Charity being older and having given birth to a couple of kids meant that her vagina was on the loose side. 

But as much as I loved the feeling I got from anal, there were two reasons why we didn't do it often. The first was because Charity didn't like it. She said it was too painful and didn't give her an orgasm. She said it actually turned her off. After a few strokes she was no longer interested in sex. So it was one of those things I got for my birthday and some Christmasses, if I had been extremely good. 

The second reason was because of the length of time it took for me to actually get into her ass. Real life is not like the porno movies. It takes some time and a lot of lube to get into that tight tiny hole. Of course if we did it more often it would be easier, but as you can see, anal just wasn't in our normal repertoire. 

So when I started pushing, I didn't expect much. She had tried using the lubrication from her pussy to help get me in, but I wasn't expecting it to work. We'd tried several different lubricants on the rare occasions that we did try it and it took a lot of lube and a lot of pressure just to get things started. 

But I started making progress almost immediately. Charity was pushing back against me as I pushed forward. I was surprised at how easily the head of my dick pushed through her sphincter ring. Her ass was as tight as a vise. She continued to push against me and started to grit her teeth. 




Charity Begins At Home



She gave out a low moan as I made it to the halfway point. "Oh fuck, it's too big," she said. 

"How the ... " I blurted out in surprise. 

"Been practicing," she grunted as she continued to push towards me. "Used my finger ... then a small vibrator ... then two fingers," she grunted.

"Why?" I asked in surprise. 

"Because you like it," she panted. I was almost up to my balls in her vise tight anal cavity. Both of us were dripping with sweat. I was in ecstasy and surprisingly, Charity wasn't in anywhere near the level of pain she normally felt. 

"I love you, Gary," she spat, through clenched teeth. "I want to give you everything." 

She pushed her ass against me again and that was all it took. A primal urge took over me. I grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her like I was beating a rented mule. Our bodies slapping against each other like two wild animals was the only audible sound in the house. I was so close to cumming that I could no longer even form conscious thoughts. I reached one arm around her and found her clit. Her body stiffened at the rough treatment of her most sensitive area. 

She screamed just as I unloaded a big blast of sperm inside of her colon. For a long time we were both really still. Our obscene slapping sounds had been replaced by the sound of our breaths as our hearts slowed back to normal. 

It took me a while. I squeezed her body to me even further. I could feel her heart beating as I wrapped my arms around her, still locked together. She gave a little "ooh," sound as my deflating dick popped out of her ass. 

"Luv you too," I moaned, kissing her gently on her neck. At that time, I was closer to her than ever before. I had absolutely no doubt that we loved each other totally. I had just fucked her like a dog taking a bitch, but the feelings we both had we almost as if we had just made the gentlest and most romantic love. I knew she felt the same way because she reached back for my hands and placed one on top of her breasts and held the other tightly in her own hand. There was no need for words. 

That wonderful feeling lasted for all of two minutes before the alarm went off shattering it. 

"What the hell did you set the alarm for?" I asked. 

"I have to be at the shelter by ten," she reminded me. "Come on, get up. You can do me in the shower." 

"I think you broke my dick," I gasped. "I'm going to just lie here in our sweat and relive what you just did to me. I'm just going to enjoy the after-glow alone, until I go out for my run. But I'm going to be running really slow. You took all of my energy." 

She just laughed at me and wiggled her naked ass as she went into the bathroom. 

"I can't believe you're going to get out of a warm bed with a man who loves you, to go and serve soup to other people," I whined. "Stay in bed with me."

"I'm only going to be at the shelter for a couple of hours," she said. "Then we can both recover while we're at Lisa's place. Maybe, I'll give you some more when we get back. I won't have to do anything that will tire me out at the shelter. So we'll have plenty of time to recharge." 

I laid there in the bed thinking about how lucky I was and drifted off to sleep. I woke up some time later and vaguely remembered Charity kissing me goodbye before she left. I had slept so heavily that I probably wouldn't have felt or remembered that gentle kiss, if Charity hadn't dropped her glasses as she leaned over to kiss me. 

I got up and stretched. I debated the merits of showering before I went out to run. I smelled awful. I smelled like sweat and sex. I was still debating it when I went into the kitchen. 

There on the counter were two chocolate cakes. There was only supposed to be one. Charity had baked two cakes. One of which we were taking to Lisa's with us. The other cake, Charity was supposed to have taken to the shelter with her. 

It was just another one of those little details that had slipped her mind, reminding me that maybe she was working too hard. But then again, perhaps it was just her memory that was lacking. After all memory is a function of the mind and I had fucked her brains out that morning. 

The recent sex had bonded me even more strongly with my wife of many years. At that moment there was nothing I wouldn't do for her. So I quickly jumped into the shower and then dressed. 

Even though it was Thanksgiving Day, I decided to drive my Mustang. I was feeling invincible and I needed a car to match that feeling. I had to go into the garage and unhook the car from the battery tender. It took me about fifteen minutes to put the wheels back on it. Then I had to get my jack out and take the car off of the Jack stands. I knew I'd have to do it all over again when I put the car back up, but the weather was nice and it was worth it. 

I carefully placed the cake next to me in the passenger seat. Knowing Charity the way I did, I knew she would be pissed if the cake moved around in the cake dish and the sides of it scraped the frosting off. 

Because it was a holiday, the roads were fairly empty. I made really good time. I got to the shelter in about ten minutes. When I pulled up, I was hesitant to leave my car in that parking lot, but I figured I would only be there go a few minutes. I imagined that I would walk in, hand Charity the cake, and receive a big kiss for my trouble. Then I would jump back into my awaiting steed and drive back home after saving the day. 

I know it sounds corny, but I was still floating on the wings of love. Great sex does that to a guy. 

I don't know what I expected, but that wasn't what I got. First off, I was barely able to get into the place. It was packed. There were so many people in the building that most of them were standing. I suppose since life was good for us, I had forgotten that there were a huge number of people with no jobs and no prospects for jobs. 

Everywhere I looked in that sea of faces, White, Black, Hispanic, or otherwise, I saw the same depressed and discouraged look. That look of utter hopelessness above anything else would tell most sane people that we are all more alike than we are different. 

For me Thanksgiving was just another holiday I took for granted. My biggest problems were deciding what among all of the things my wife and daughter would prepare for the huge dinner I felt like eating, and what to watch on TV while they cooked. These people had a completely different set of problems. 

They were more worried about finding a safe place to sleep and whether or not they would eat at all that day. It shamed me to think that my Mustang, in its heated garage, lived better than most of the people in that room. I paid a ridiculous amount of money for a performance based full synthetic oil for my car, when most of these people would live for a more than a month on what I paid for an oil change. It was a sobering moment. 

As I wove my way among the people carrying a huge chocolate cake, that just seemed silly when considering the fact that the money spent on ingredients for the cake could have paid for healthy meals for more people than would get a tiny sliver of it. But most of the people there looked at the cake as if it was a gift from the gods. 

A woman wearing an apron smiled at me and I pushed my way towards her. I held the cake up to protect it. Not from any of the people there, they seemed to be in really good spirits considering the circumstances. But there were just so many people crammed into the room that I didn't want to smash it trying to work my way over to the woman at the counter. 

After a few moments of apologizing and pushing my way towards her, I finally got close enough to her to talk. "Hi," she said. "Did you come to help?" 

"Sorry, not this time," I said. "Charity forgot the cake she baked. I brought it over." 

"Oh my God," she laughed. "You must be Gary. No wonder she's always in a hurry to get home to you." I reddened a bit at the unexpected praise. 

"Charity is upstairs," she smiled. "She has some sort of rewards program for some of our regulars. You know, one of those incentive things. If they do their chores around the building, they get a star. If they go on an interview for a job, they get a star. If they get a job, they get three stars. And at the end of the month they get to pick a prize or something. I'm guessing that the cake you're holding is probably one of the prizes."

"Wow!" I said. "I had no idea."

"Your wife is one of our best motivators," gushed the woman. "She can get the guys to do almost anything." 

"She has that same effect on me," I smiled. 

"Work your way to that staircase on the left," she said before turning back to the huge salad she was making. 

"Happy Thanksgiving," I said. She smiled and nodded. 

It took me even more time to make my way over to the staircase, with the cake held high to protect it. Among the people packed sardine-like in the building, there were several children. They looked at the cake the way a shark looks at a school of fish. 

When I finally got to the staircase, the crowd had thinned out considerably. I guess the further you moved from the food, the fewer people you had to deal with. 

As I reached the floor above, I noticed a few men standing outside of a closed door at the end of the hall. They were wearing clothes that while, warm and clean, were not new and clearly didn't match. 

I tried to be friendly as I approached them. "Hey guys. Happy Thanksgiving. Do you guys know where Charity is?" I asked. 

"She's in there," said one. "But ya gotta wait for your turn."

"Shit!" spat another. "He bought her a fucking cake. He'll get it for sure."

I smiled thinking that they didn't realize that the cake I was bringing was the prize that Charity was going to give to all of them. I also wondered what Charity would have done when she realized that she had forgotten the cake. Knowing her she would have called me and asked me to bring it anyway. So all I was doing was saving time. 

I opened the door and my world as I knew it ended."

I stopped talking and Hope looked at me. 

"Gary, are you Okay?" she asked. There was nothing but concern in her voice. 

While we were talking she had been slowly moving even closer to me. She moved away for a second to grab my beer. 

"Take a sip of this," she said, holding the cold Dos Equis bottle against my mouth. 

"Gary James Case, I have never seen you this upset. It was almost as if you were going to cry," she said. 

"Hope, I can't talk about this," I managed to choke out. "Maybe you should just leave." 

"Gary we don't have to talk about anything you don't want to talk about," she said. "That isn't why I'm here. I just asked you about the divorce because ..."

She just stopped talking and sighed. 

"Because ...?" I urged. 

"Gary, I loved John and our son with all of my heart. When that plane went down, I felt as if I had died with them. I felt lost. I felt a sadness that I never thought I could recover from. But the one thing I never felt ... was alone. The reason I never felt that way, Gary, was because you were always there. You were everything. You were a shoulder to cry on. You were there to handle the details of the funeral and a thousand other little things that I just couldn't focus on. Gary you even paid my bills until the insurance company got off of their ass and sent me a check. 

When I started to be able to function again, you still never let up. Instead of allowing me to become just another lost and lonely woman, I became the aunt to your kids and a member of your family. Gary, you NEVER let me feel like I was alone. But that is what we've all done to you. I'm so sorry for that. 

Gary, six years is a long time. And when my heart had healed enough to consider letting someone into it, I cried. It was like fate had picked me for its cosmic whipping girl. First it took my husband and my son. Then when I had healed enough to find love again, the only man I'm attracted to was married to my best friend. So for a couple of years I just hid the way I felt about you. Then after the divorce, I knew I had to give both you and Charity time to heal from all of this too."

I was shocked by her words. Hearing that Hope wanted me just didn't seem possible. 

"The problem was, as usual, my friendship with Charity, Gary," she said. "I knew that if anything started with us, Charity would be devastated. She's already subject to bouts of depression. She always tells me and your kids that she is willing to take you back, but you won't even talk to her. Her latest thing is that you don't need to apologize to her at all. She just wants you back. Tomorrow, your daughter, Lisa, is going to invite you to dinner at her house. 

The plan is for her to tell you that Charity isn't going to be there. She really thinks that if she can get the two of you together for a talk, you can work all of this out. It's been three years since the divorce, Gary. You have a granddaughter that you've never seen ..."

"I was at the hospital the day she was born and I saw her every day until they took her home," I said. "You guys seem to forget that Noah Wylie, besides being our family doctor, is another guy I grew up with. Of course he'd make arrangements for me to see my granddaughter."

She just smiled at me. 

"So you came to warn me that my own daughter is going to try to trick me into going to a Thanksgiving dinner with her mother?" I asked. "Are you expecting me to go?" 

"Only if you want to," she said. "I just wanted you to have all of the facts." 

She moved back against me and this time openly wrapped her arms around me. "What if I just don't want to go at all?" I asked. 

"Then I guess I should go out and buy a turkey," she said. "And we'll just have dinner here." 

"What do you mean, we?" I asked. 

"Now that we both know we're interested in each other, it's going to be pretty hard for you to get rid of me," she smirked. "I saw the way you were looking at me in my workout gear. You were looking at me the way you said those kids were looking at Charity's cake." I stiffened as she said it.

"Sorry, Honey," she said. "I didn't mean to bring all of that back up." She leaned over and kissed me on my cheek. Then she kissed me again closer to my mouth. And then our lips locked together in a symphony of passion, desire, and longing. It was something that was way over-due. 

She leaned back on the sofa dragging me with her. She spread her legs and wrapped them around me. 

"Wait, Hope," I said. "Before we start something that might change everything, you should know what happened."

She put her fingers over my lips. "Honey, I already know. Or at least I was able to piece it all together. From what Charity told me and what the kids told me and now from what you told me I think I have it all figured out. It's pretty much what Lisa and I thought. But from what you told me today it really filled in your way of thinking about it. 

Now that I know how you felt about you and Charity, I understand why you did what you did. Although I still don't know why you wouldn't give her the chance to just quit. I've never thought of you as being a selfish man, Gary. But I can see that you and I are more alike than I ever thought. 

I guess, I'm like you. I'm a one man woman and I'll be expecting you to put us first, okay?"

"Hope, what do you think you know?" I asked. 

She kissed me again. She rolled us over until we were spooned against each other in front of the fire. As she spoke she started grinding her ass into my abdomen. 

"As everyone has always known, you and Charity were very much in love with each other," she began. "You had been together for a long time, but you still had that spark. On the last day that you two were together it all went wrong. Gary the way you described your sex with Charity was the key. It was something you loved and it turned you on and made your love for her more real and more physical. Charity loved you just as much, but she saw your sex life differently. 

To her, giving you sex, was something she did just to keep things between you running well. I think she saw it as just another wifely duty, like cooking or cleaning. In your mind sex was a way for the two of you to bind your souls. In her mind it was another trait of good wives. 

To Charity the husband was a provider, a protector, and a partner. You have a great career. You kept her and your children safe. And you kept her happy. So she had to do her part. She got really good at cooking and cleaning and fucking. But over time the two of you did grow apart a little bit. 

Your focus was on your career and of course that car. Her focus had always been on you and the children. With all of the children out of the house, Charity needed a life outside of the house of her own. That was when she started volunteering. 

Charity threw herself into her volunteer work totally. I think all of us noticed that she had begun to let little things slip. When you told her about how she was too tired for sex, sometimes. She started screwing you before she went to do her volunteer work. 

It all came to a head that Thanksgiving. You were floating around on a cloud that morning. After a bout of really good sex, your love for her was refocused. Then you went over to the homeless shelter and noticed how important her Charity work was to her and how she moved her schedule around to allow for it . You suddenly realized that she was having sex with you before she went there, not to make sure that the two of you had sex, but just to get it out of the way so she could do the volunteer stuff. 

You had poured out your heart and soul to her and discovered that it really didn't matter to her. So in a fit of jealousy and pain, you caused a scene at the homeless shelter and left her there. 

You went to Lisa's house, as scheduled, and spent Thanksgiving with your kids. You tried to hold it in, but they could tell something was wrong, Gary. You and Charity never went anywhere without each other. 

And then when she showed up a few hours later, after going home to try to find you, they saw how angry you were at her. You left and you wouldn't let anyone talk to you or calm you down. You told her not to come home. Everyone figured that you just needed time to calm down. 

A few days later you filed for divorce. And since everyone had only heard Charity's version of things, they took her side. But honestly Gary, you never showed any emotion. No one knew how you felt. All they saw was their mother crying and getting depressed. You never shed a single God Damned tear. What were we supposed to think? Your unwillingness to let her help people does paint you as being kind of selfish." She turned the corners of that oh so expressive mouth up. I began to wonder if she too could make me cum by smiling at me. 

"I hope you've learned your lesson," she said. "I don't volunteer nearly as much as Charity did but sometimes, I'd like to ..."

"Hope, you don't get me at all," I said angrily. "I'm glad you're not a detective, because you aren't very good at figuring out what happened. All of the clues were there before you. But it's like someone gave you a motorcycle kit and you took all of the pieces, threw out the ones you didn't like and made yourself a bicycle." 

She rolled over until we were face to face, but didn't move away. Up close, I noticed how un-naturally green her eyes were. Her milky skin had a billion tiny freckles across her cheeks. Our rolling around on the sofa had removed some of her light coating of makeup, revealing them. 

The smirk was out of her smile and her face was close enough to me that it seemed like our mouths had magnets on them. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but more than that, I needed to tell her. 

"When I opened the door, I didn't find a woman who was deeply involved in volunteer work," I said softly. "I found a married slut who was deeply involved in getting plowed by a homeless guy. Apparently, Charity begins at home and then finishes up at the homeless shelter. 




Charity Begins At Home



Charity was leaning over a desk, with her skirt around her waist and her panties down around her ankles. A big, dirty, guy was slamming his dick into her from behind."

I stopped, but only for a second to compose my thoughts. Hope didn't say anything. But she wrapped her arms more tightly around me, which only brought my dick even closer to the promised land. If we weren't both fully clothed, I would have been inside of her.

"Charity and I weren't prudish, Hope. We had what I had always considered a good sex life. We played with toys. We tried out new things and we even watched porn together. We liked porn. It gave us ideas for positions and generally, ramped us up from time to time. 

But after seeing Charity bent over that desk, I never wanted to watch anyone else have sex again. It was surreal. There was this big, dirty guy. He smelled and he still had all of his clothes on. None of his clothes matched. He even had his coat and a hat on. He had gloves on and the fingers of the gloves had holes in them where you could see some of his fingers. 

His pants were down around his ankles too. His underwear were so dirty they looked brown. 

As big as he was, he hadn't been eating regularly, so his naked legs and hips had that gaunt almost skeletal look. You could see the muscles in his legs and thighs flexing every time he thrust into her. 

Charity on the other hand, as I've told you hadn't missed many meals. She was fleshy, and while she wasn't obese, she was a bit over-weight. She was kind of flabby. I told you before that with me being so in love with her, I saw her, despite her flaws as being the sexiest woman alive ..."

"I remember, Honey," said Hope, urging me on. 

"It's funny, because for most of my life, I've believed that old story about how you can't just stop loving someone. They always say that if you really love someone, you can't turn it off and on. I have wondered about those guys that marry a woman and then beat the shit out of her while claiming they love her. But I'm getting away from my point. 

I guess I had always seen Charity through the guise of love. But standing there, holding that fucking cake in one hand, watching that guy fuck Charity ... I lost every iota of love I'd ever had for her. 

It was like gutter porn. It was like watching a bum in an alley, fucking a flabby old homeless woman. She was no longer pretty, or sexy, or any of that. She was just an over the hill, out of shape old fat woman with too high an opinion of herself, getting railed by a guy who smelled like days old piss and mildew. 

In the years since I split with Charity, I've read my share of those Internet stories about cheating wives. In all of those stories, the husband who catches his wife, or the wife who catches her husband, they always seem to have the presence of mind to whip out that iPhone and take photos or videos to use in their divorce.

I have an iPhone, Hope. But pulling it out was the farthest thing from my mind. The only things on my mind were confusion ... My brain simply wouldn't process what it saw. It kept trying to make synaptic connections to draw a logical conclusion that somehow made sense, but there were no connections to be made. 

My brain kept telling me that Charity was my wife. I loved her and she loved me. Then my eyes showed me the scene before me. It was some big, dirty, smelly guy, fucking her. The two trains of thought didn't fit together. My mind couldn't come up with any reason for it. I was the only guy who was supposed to fuck Charity. I had already done it that morning. It made no sense. There were no synaptic connections to be made. Trying to make one would have probably damaged my mind. So to save itself it purged all unproven information. 

I think I felt it snap. It was as if something in my brain literally tore as my mental circuit breaker kicked out. And what I lost wasn't the sight before me. My eyes told me that what I was watching was 100% real. It was irrefutable. So what I lost was the unproven information. What I lost was the belief that Charity loved me or ever had. I also lost my love for her. It happened, despite all conjecture, in an instant. 

One second, I was standing there smiling at that fat bitch, holding that fucking cake, and floating on the wings of love in the rapidly fading afterglow of morning sex ... And a pico-second later, I was watching some bum fucking a bitch I couldn't stand. 

Nature abhors a vacuum. And since my synapses couldn't form a connection, my brain needed to fill that space with something. It filled it with anger. All of that had taken only an instant to occur. 

The guy plowing Charity looked over his shoulder and yelled, "Hey, asshole, close the door. It ain't your turn yet."

"I already had my turn with this whore," I spat, through clenched teeth. He must've sensed something in my tone. Because although he kept fucking her; he turned his head to look at me. 

"That's a big assed cake," he gushed stupidly. "Can I get a piece of that?"

"Why not," I smirked. I took the clear plastic cover off of the cake. "You've already had a piece of my big assed wife." 

I slammed the cake into his face so hard that it twisted his neck. He fell heavily onto the desk, knocking Charity down in the process. The guy, was much bigger than I am and probably under normal circumstances much stronger. But he hadn't been eating well. He was caught in a compromising situation. And his pants were down around his ankles. 

In trying to get away from me, he knocked the shit out of Charity. She fell to the floor. But I was relentless, smashing the large heavy cake in his face. He couldn't breathe and he grabbed me. He was already falling over his pants and we hit the floor together. I landed on top of him, with my knee conveniently smashing his nuts. All of my one hundred and eighty five pounds, multiplied by the force of gravity, crushed his grapes like a hammer landing on an anvil. 

His scream was like the way those women in the horror movies did it, only a hundred times louder. What happened afterwards is not something I'm proud of. It wasn't really a fight. 

I don't even think that he was aware of all of the blows I rained down on him. He was too busy cradling his shattered nuts and screaming. And for my part, I wasn't in control of my mental faculties either. As I continued kicking the shit out of him, I was too busy cradling the image of my shattered marriage in my mind. 

But his screaming did have an effect. It brought a lot of people from the floor below up to us. It took three men to pull me off of him. They quickly dragged me away from him. The last image I had as they pulled me out of the door was the woman I had spoken to before. She was in shock as she looked at Charity lying back on the floor with her skirt still around her waist. Her plump thighs were splayed open and everyone in the room could see that hairy fat pussy winking obscenely.

I guess I was lucky that the people who pulled me off of that bastard handled it the way they usually handled a fight between the people in the homeless shelter. They dragged me down the stairs and threw me off of the porch, telling me not to ever come back. 

I had no intention of doing that. As you said, I didn't want to go home. I was sure that would be the first place Charity would go when she got her wits about her. Like most wounded animals I needed security and family around me, so I went to Lisa's place. While we watched football, they kept asking me where Charity was. 

I think I held it together pretty well until she showed up. I talked to my daughter and daughter. I also watched the game, or most of it, with my son and son in law. The house was full of love until Charity ran into the house wailing and tried to hug me. 

I pushed her away from me as hard as I could. Charity fell back over the sofa and landed in a heap on the floor. All of our children looked at me as if I had gone insane. 

"Just stay the fuck away from me, Charity," I yelled. "Don't come back to the house. You can send Lisa over tomorrow, to get your clothes and anything else you need. Don't call me. Don't stop by."

As you said, they figured that all I needed was time to calm down. But then they didn't know what had happened between us. Neither did you. And apparently Charity never told any of you. She just let it go on with everyone thinking I was the bad guy and I had just thrown her out like garbage. 

I guess no one ever noticed that there was no other woman. And no one ever bothered to ask about my side of things. So it just seemed to me that you had all made your choices and you all chose Charity over me."

"Are you insane?" asked Hope. "Honey, for my part, you were as angry as a bear. There were so many times that I called you and just didn't know what to say, so I hung up when you answered. My number is unlisted so it doesn't show anything on caller ID. I always called you on every holiday and your birthday. Even when you did answer the phone you sounded so angry, that I just figured it wasn't the right time. Last week was the first time you actually sounded human." 

"And as for your kids," she said. "They're still reeling from seeing you push their mother over the couch and screaming at her. Charity has never given anyone a clue as to what really happened. I'm still reeling from it myself. How could she? 

And she played the martyr role to the hilt. You should have been there a few months after the divorce, when she announced that since you were so upset about her volunteer work; that she was giving it up in an attempt to get you back."

"She tried to get Lisa to call you and tell you about it, but I'm sure you remember how that phone call went. As soon as Lisa mentioned her mother's name you hung up the phone. She never gave it up, did she? After they caught her slutting around on that Thanksgiving, they fired her and word got around until she couldn't volunteer anywhere. She played us all."

"We were also pretty upset about the fact that you insisted that the old house be sold. It tore Charity apart. She had gotten loans and even got all of us to help her buy you out. That house held so many memories for all of us. But I can see how even thinking about it must have tortured you. God ... We should have known better. We should have asked." Suddenly, she just stopped talking. 

I felt the magnetism getting stronger then. And in the end, the magnetism won. Our lips met, tenderly in the nicest kiss I had ever experienced. There was no tongue, and while passionate, the kiss was very gentle. It was as if someone had just melted fresh strawberries over my lips and sprinkled them with something so sweet it defied description. 

She tasted just the way I always thought she would. And when we pulled back, she sighed and genuinely blushed. Her cheeks were so rosy that they stood out against her milky skin. 

"That was the best kiss ever," she gushed. She got up and started gathering her clothes. 

"Hope, where are you going?" I asked. There was a note of frustration in my voice. 

"Stop whining, Honey," she smirked. "After that kiss, dynamite couldn't blow us apart. Have a little faith. I already told you that Charity would hate it if you and I spoke to each other. She'd come unglued if she thought that you and I were together. The way she constantly talks about you, she and I could never be friends again."

"So where are you going?" I asked again. 

"Since we're going to be alone for Thanksgiving, I have to go buy a turkey, the fixings for some side dishes and ... " she smiled at me. " ... some Lingerie!"

She flashed me that smirk again. I was beginning to realize that redheads have a very peculiar sense of humor. "Then," she continued. "I have to break up with my best friend!" 

As she grabbed her coat and headed for the door, she caught me watching that ass jiggle as she moved. I saw that smirk again and she jiggled it just a bit more putting her coat on. "I think I'm going to need a key," she said. And then she was gone. 

She came back a few hours later. A lot of her swagger was gone. 

"I saw Charity," she said quietly. "I told her I had spoken to you. She was happy at first. She asked me when I could get the two of you together. She was so excited. We were at Lisa's house. She asked me how you were. She told me I was the best friend ever. 

Then I told her that we had talked and that I knew why you divorced her. She told Lisa to leave, but Lisa stayed. 

Charity told me that I didn't understand. She told me that you didn't understand and that she had never been given the chance to explain it to you. She said that you had your work and your car to make you feel fulfilled. And she had nothing. 

Her work with the poor and the homeless had given her a purpose. But she wanted to give them something more than just a meal or a coat. She wanted to give them the motivation to get their lives back on track.

"Instead you gave them pussy," I told her. 

"It didn't hurt anyone," she spat. "And it got them out there, going to interviews and trying to make something of themselves. No one got hurt."

"What about Gary?" I asked. "Are you going to tell me that walking in on you with some bum didn't turn him inside out? And then you let everyone think that he was just being selfish. He loved you more than anything else in the world. He only showed up at the shelter to help you. You even let his kids think this was entirely his fault."

"I'll make it all up to him, Hope," she said. "Now that you've gotten to him, I can talk to him. I can make him see how things are and we can all be happy again. "

"Mom, is any of this true?" asked Lisa. "Did you really do that? You cheated on Dad?"

"Lisa, stay out of this," spat Charity. "Go to your room!"

"Mom, I'm twenty four year old," said Lisa. "This IS my room. It's MY kitchen. In fact, it's my fuckin' house. Now answer the question." 

"Look as soon as I talk to your father, this will all be fine," whined Charity. "Your father just over reacted. He beat a man nearly to death. He loves me too much and I ..."

"It's always about you isn't it mother," screamed Lisa. "My father missed the birth of his first grandchild because you needed to whore yourself out. How does he get that back?" 

"Actually, he was there," I said. Lisa smiled. 

"So when Hope gets me and your dad back together, he can talk to her and make up for lost time," Charity said. 

"Actually that's not going to happen," I said. "He's suffered enough. And he's finally happy with someone else."

I guess my happiness must be showing. Lisa didn't react or notice anything but Charity did. 

"It's you!" she screamed suddenly. "You are not taking my husband, you fucking bitch." 

"And that's how I lost my best friend," she said. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. 

"Sorry," I said. 

"You're gonna have to take her place," she whined. The next few days were sweet. I had taken the week of Thanksgiving off, and Hope doesn't work. We spent most of Monday and Tuesday, moving some of her stuff into my house. It all seemed to be coming together so quickly, but by the time you're our age, you have a sense of what's going to work and what isn't. 

Our days were filled with learning more about each other, but truthfully we'd known each other for more than twenty years. We did most of our learning about each other at night. And we went to bed pretty early and stayed there pretty late. 

We had a lot in common, including the fact that both of us, worked out zealously. She had her yoga classes, and her spin classes. I had my weights and my running. 

Thursday morning came and we woke up. As usual we were wrapped in each other's arms. 

"I know this is all moving really quickly," I said. "But I want you to know that I love you, Hope."

"I think it's moving along just fine," she smirked. "But I love you too. Now are you done molesting me, for a little while so I can cook us a turkey?"

"Hmm, I don't think I'll ever be done molesting you," I said. 

It was the best Thanksgiving I remember. We did everything together, the way it was supposed to be. Neither one of us wanted to be anywhere else. I was happy where I was. And I had faith that Hope's Charity, began and stayed home. 

Just before I checked the turkey, during a commercial in the Lions' Thanksgiving Day game against the Bears; someone knocked at my door. "Hope, get the door, Honey," I screamed. 

"I'm busy," she yelled back. 

I went into the living room. "You don't look busy to me," I said. Hope was sitting on the sofa waiting for me to return. She had managed to button her blouse back up which confused me. 

"I have no idea why you closed your blouse up," I smirked. "I'm only going to unbutton it again so I can ..." Hope put her fingers over my lips to silence me.

"Why are you shushing me?" I smirked.

"Uhm, probably so your grandchild doesn't hear whatever you were getting ready to say," said a voice from behind me. 

I turned to find my daughter, Lisa, standing behind me. In one hand she held the hand of her two year old daughter. The other held a dish of some sort. 

"Hi Daddy," she gushed. "I just had to come and see you. You shouldn't be alone on Thanksgiving." 

I held out my arms and she ran into them. I hugged her as tightly as I could and then dropped to my knees to hug my granddaughter. 

Lisa and I talked as I played with Greta. Before long though, someone else knocked on the door. While Lisa and Greta hid in the bedroom, Hope went to the door. I looked up, hoping that whoever it was would leave quickly. 

It was my son, Tony and my son, Steve, Lisa's husband. 

"I heard from sis, what really happened with you and Mom, Dad," said Tony. "Steve and I thought that it was terrible for you to be here alone on the holiday. So we came over to watch the game with you." 

"Holy shit!" said Steve. "Look at the size of that TV."

"Uh, Dad, so you have snacks or should we order Pizza," asked Tony. 

"Wow, I guess me being here has a purpose after all," smirked Hope. She got up and both men noticed her. 

"Oh, hi Aunt Hope," I guess you're like my step mom now," said Tony. "Do you have any snacks?" 

Lisa picked that moment to come out of the bedroom. 

"Steve, you're supposed to be going to the game," she hissed. "You're also supposed to be dieting. No snacks for you, Tubby." 

"No snacks, Daddy," echoed Greta, giggling. She ran back over and took my hand. 

At that moment someone knocked on the door again. "Holy Shit!" said Hope. 

"It's like a train station in here. Oops, sorry Greta." she opened the door and in walked my daughter Kelly. She too was carrying a dish. 

"At the game, huh Tony?" she said. 

"What are you doing here, Honey Bun?" asked Tony.

"Well, I knew your Dad has always loved my macaroni and cheese with tomato and bacon. And since he was going to be alone on ..."

Hope just started laughing. With the pie that Lisa had brought. The mashed potatoes that Hope had already made and the macaroni and cheese that Kelly brought, all we needed was a vegetable dish of some sort. The three women put their heads together to work on that while my granddaughter Greta crawled into my lap. 

"I wanna see Spongebob," she said. She had folded her arms across her chest and stuck her lip out, the same way a certain redhead always did. Tony, Steve and I looked at Hope. I grabbed the remote and changed the channel. 

"Dad, no!" yelled Tony. "It's almost halftime. The Lions are actually winning. But they never win the Thanksgiving game. I know they're going to lose. I just want to see how they manage to fuck up this big of a lead." 

"Relax," I said. I went and got my iPad. 

"Dad you're brilliant," said Steve. "She can watch Spongebob on your iPad." 

"Wanna watch SpongeBob on the big TV," giggled Greta. 




Charity Begins At Home



"Steve, are you sure this girl's hair isn't going to turn red as she gets older?" I laughed. 

For the rest of the afternoon, the three of us watched the game on my iPad while Greta watched cartoons on a TV that was bigger than her bed. As her eyelids began to drop, Steve, my son and her father smiled. She stretched her tiny body out on the sofa and Steve grabbed for the remote.

Her eyes popped open and she took it back. Steve was not pleased. 

An hour later, after the game had ended, with the Lions somehow able to win it, we sat down to eat. The turkey was beautiful and I had a lot to be thankful for. I had my kids and their spouses. I had my beautiful and soon to be spoiled Grandchild. And most of all I had my heart filled again with Hope. 

After we said Grace and began to pass the food around, we heard a chiming sound. Lisa pulled out her phone and answered it. 

The voice was loud enough and angry enough that even though the phone wasn't on speaker we heard it. 

"Where are you? Where is everyone? I dozed off and the smoke alarm woke me up. The God Damned turkey is burnt to a crisp and I'm alone on Thanksgiving. First my so called best friend steals my husband. Now my entire family deserts me on Thanksgiving."

Lisa put the phone down on the table and left it there. "Happy Thanksgiving Dad," she said. "Pass that macaroni." 

We passed the food around and settled in to eat ignoring Charity's rant on the phone. Under the table Hope grabbed my hand. 

"Happy Thanksgiving, baby," she said. And it was. For the first time in a long time, it really was. 

The End.



Charity Begins at Home Ch. 02



Mom was acting kind of weird again. For the last week she had been acting real depressed and seemed very distracted. Like, once in a while I'd get the feeling I was being watched, and I'd glance around and find her staring at me with a kind of spacy look on her face. Not scary-spacy, but like she was really lost somewhere in thought. Like I said, just kind of weird.

It didn't help that Sarah was gone for two weeks with a friend who'd won a 12-day Alaskan cruise. That meant that I wasn't getting my fill of incredible sex that had now become a staple in our brother-sister-lover relationship over the last 4 months. We laughed when Sarah joked before leaving that she wished she was the one who won the trip so she could take me, only that we'd never see the outside of the cabin because we'd be sucking and fucking our brains out.

Of course, the reason my sister and I didn't go at it all the time at home was our mom. I mean, what mom wouldn't absolutely freak to know that her two children, adult they might be, were enjoying incredible incestuous sex? 

Now, the reason that Sarah and I remained living at home with mom was at her request. We had some property to take care of. Not really a farm, but we grew enough apples and strawberries to keep extra money in the household, and mom had a real job that prevented her from doing it all herself.

So, it kind of put a damper on sex between my sister and I since we had to either wait until mom was away from home on her job, or sneak some fun whenever we could. I will admit that a blanket under apple trees can be a very exciting place to have some fun quickie sex. 

Back to mom: our dad split when I was twelve. Just up and disappeared. Mom got over it pretty fast, though; well, at least from the perspective of a then pre-teen like me. And as for Sarah and me, let's just say that he wasn't much of a dad to begin with so neither of us were too torn up about it. He was really never around much when he did live with us, so his sudden departure wasn't near the emotional let-down one might expect. Mom was very loving and was always doting on my sister and me, so neither of us were exactly wanting for affection.

I remember my mom only dating maybe a half-dozen times since then. It wasn't like she didn't have the opportunity because men hit on her all the time. I know because a lot of them did so openly even when Sarah or I was around. We got used to it -- well, we had to get used to it -- since our mom has always been a really pretty woman. I'd even say that she's sexy and men have always picked up on that real fast. That was definitely a trait that was passed down to Sarah.

Mom is about 5' 6", with long blond hair and a really pretty face. She's not skinny, but she has a real nice shape to her with full boobs and long, nicely shaped legs that she often showed off with short skirts or shorts. She never dressed like a slut or anything; she just didn't play the modest routine. Put her in a bikini at the lake and I swear that men would fall over themselves staring at her. Sarah and I got a kick out of watching that happen over the years.

Still, mom didn't find an interest in the many men who came on to her. She once confided that after my dad first bailed on us that a lot of married men were quick to make passes at her to "help" her get through the abandonment of my father. She didn't take any of them up on it, though, and I'd guess that's where she built up her general distrust of men. So that left me to be the man of the house for the last six and a half years.

Anyways, even though mom had been in a funk over the last six or seven days, she was still her usual, loving self. Whenever she did go through her periods of depression, she never withdrew from my sister or me, and sometimes even got more affectionate. I'm not entirely sure how it made Sarah feel, but it made me feel like I was one of the few men in her life she knew she could depend on, and I was pretty proud of that.

I came home after a morning of working out with some friends and found mom in my room. She was sitting on my bed in her fluffy blue robe with a glass of red wine in her hand. She was just kind of staring at the wall and didn't seem to notice when I came in.

"Mom?" I asked. 

"Hey, punkin," she replied after she shook herself out of her lost thoughts. "I wasn't expecting you home so early."

"It's... my usual time," I said.

She looked down at her half-full glass of wine. "Then I guess I started drinking earlier than I thought," she said with a chuckle.

Mom really didn't drink all that much, and she didn't appear drunk. I passed it off as part of her funk. She just sat there on the edge of my bed and stared at me with a little smile on her face.

"You've really grown up to be a very handsome young man," she said with a certain sparkle in her eyes.

"That's just the mom in you talking," I replied as I set my duffle on the dresser. "You're supposed to say things like that even if I have three eyes and an incurable rash all over my body."

Mom laughed with that bright enthusiasm that everybody knew her for.

"Well, in your case I'd say it even if you weren't my son," she said as she got up off my bed and stepped up to me and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. "You and your sister are the only good things ever to come from your father."

I guess mom really was in a mood or a little tipsier than I thought because she rarely, if ever, brought up my father in a conversation. She tipped her head back and finished her drink. 

"I think I'll take a bath," she said, setting her now empty wine glass on my dresser as she walked by me and out of my room.

After she walked down the hallway to her bedroom I picked up the glass and took it into the kitchen. Given mom's apparent condition I half-expected the kitchen to look like a mess, but it was neat and clean. In fact, nothing at all looked untidy or out of place as one might expect from someone dealing with depression.

Weird.

I had gone back to my room and changed into a clean tank top and loose gym shorts and was sitting on my bed thumbing through a sports magazine for some time when I looked up and saw my mom again. She was standing in the doorway of my room, still in her blue bathrobe but with her blond hair wet and clingy.

"What's up, Mom?" I asked casually.

She didn't reply but stood there staring at me with a far away look in her eyes. I couldn't tell if there was sadness or some other like emotion in her eyes, but I could tell that something pretty heavy was going on in her mind.

"You okay, mom?" I asked.

"It's been a long time," she replied quietly.

"A long time since what?" I asked.

"Since you were a baby," she said, looking a little misty eyed. "Since you were a little boy."

"I kind of had to grow up," I said with a chuckle.

"Yes," she said, than with a growing smile said, "and you and Sarah both did a very good job of that."

"Thanks," I said shyly as mom walked over to my bed and softly sat down on the edge.

"I remember when you were just a little baby, suckling at my breasts," she said in an odd voice as she reached down and cupped her boobs in her hands through her robe. "It felt really good when you kids -- but you in particular, for some reason -- sucked on my nipples."

I chuckled at the thought, more out of nervousness than anything else.

"It wasn't easy to wean you," she said. "I just couldn't get enough of your little mouth on my tit. It would get me all turned on and I'd have to screw your father afterward."

When I said earlier that my mom was acting weird, I hadn't expected it to be quite this weird. But it was about to get even weirder.

"I haven't had sex with a man for a while," she said as she set her hand down my bare leg. A shock ran through me at her touch. "A very long while."

I was speechless, not just at the idea of my mom vocalizing her absence of a sex life, but because she was starting to run her hand up and down my thigh.

"You know," she continued, "I hear you're quite the ladies man."

"Uh... where did you hear that?" I asked with a shaky voice.

"Sarah kind of mentioned it," she said. "She said that one day there will be a very satisfied wife out there thanks to you."

I still didn't know what to say.

"I want to see what they're seeing," mom said with a twinkle in her eyes. "I want to see what I'm missing."

With that mom's hand slid all the way up my thigh and into the leg of my gym shorts, immediately locating my package. As her hand clasped around by dick and balls, her robe fell open and exposed her naked right breast.

"Mom?" I said with a squeaky voice.

"You've been the man of the house for a lot of years," she said as her hand fondled my dick, "and right now your mom needs a man."

I didn't know what to do. This was all so completely weird -- as if having regular hot-pig sex with your own sister wasn't weird enough -- but I couldn't help it as my mom's warm hand on my prick began to get me excited. It didn't help that my mom was so good-looking to begin with and that I was now getting an eyeful of one of her full, round breasts, capped with its large rosy nipple. Despite the age difference, it looked just like Sarah's.

"Oh, Sarah was right! You really are a man!" she said with a big grin as my dick instinctively grew in her hand. She undid the tie of her robe and pulled it aside to reveal her other breast and I was witnessing as perfect a pair of tits as my sexy sister's.

"Oh my God, mom," I sighed as she began to pump my shaft.

"Mama needs some lovin' from somebody she can trust," she said. "And you're the only man I can trust right now. And since Sarah's not home..."

Mom let go of my now erect member and pulled her hand out of the leg of my gym shorts. She stood up from the edge of my bed and stripped her robe off, revealing a fully naked and beautiful body. I stared in awe at her silky white skin with hardly any stretch marks, full round breasts that refused to sag from age, and a neatly trimmed bush nearly as blond as the hair on my mom's head. To put it simply, she was as fucking gorgeous as Sarah; maybe even more so with her re-emerging self-assured maturity. I briefly wondered if Sarah knew just how perfect her genes were and what she had to look forward to in the next twenty years.

"Forget that I'm your mother," she said. "Just think of me as a woman who needs a good fucking right now."

With that my mom climbed onto the bed with me and straddled my legs. She grabbed my silky gym shorts and quickly pulled them down around my knees, causing my erect tool to spring free. Her eyes wide open and a smile on her face, mom bent forward and unashamedly sucked my cock into her mouth.

"Mom?" I shouted, utterly shocked.

It's one thing to try to imagine your mother giving head, but it's a whole other thing to actually see her doing it. But when it's your own tool disappearing into your own mother's mouth, it's downright mind blowing. But here she was, my sexy mother sliding her mouth up and down on my dick while her breasts hung from her chest and swung back and forth grazing my thighs with her erect nipples.

Her still-wet hair tickled at the flesh all around my groin, leaving streaks of water behind. She had one hand cupped around my balls as her head bobbed up and down my cock. The head of my prick seemed to be pushing into the back of her throat, yet she didn't gag at all. I couldn't help but think my father a moronic fool or leaving something this incredible behind. My mom was a cock sucking expert, even better than Sarah, if that were possible. 

"God, that feels good," I sighed.

Mom lifted her head off of me for a moment and said, "It's going to feel even better, punkin."

Mom lifted her body off of me and grabbed at my shorts again, sliding them all the way down my legs and off my feet. She threw her leg back over me and crawled on her knees until she was straddling my hips, my hard-on pointing directly at her steamy sex. She leaned forward and slipped a hand under my head, pulling my face up and forcing her breast into my mouth. I could see where Sarah got that little move, too. I responded instinctively, opening my mouth and taking the rubbery flesh inside, just as I had done so many years before but without the context of sex between us..

She let go of my head but I didn't let it fall back down onto my pillow, instead keeping my mouth anchored on her sweet nipple while she used her free hand to reach down between her legs, grasping my hard meat and directing it to the lips of her dripping pussy.

"This has been a long time coming," she said as she let her weight settle and my manhood slid deeply into her until she seemed to be sitting with all of her weight on me, fully impaled on my dick.

Keeping her weight forward on her arms to keep her breast in my mouth, she began to gently rock on me, sliding up and down on my rock-hard shaft. The pleasure was incredible. In fact, my 41 year-old mom's pussy felt just as firm as Sarah's, and just as wet. 

"You suck my tit even better than when you were a baby," she purred. "You've been practicing."

I wasn't about to admit that I had been getting plenty of practice with my sister's ample charms, but there was something both very comforting and very exciting to have the nipples that had nourished me as a child now feeding a sexual hunger. I reached up with my hands and clutched the soft, pliant flesh of my mom's full tits and massaged them as I let one nipple fall from my lips and moved my mouth to the other, lavishing the same attention on it as I had the one previous.

"That's putting fuel on the fire," she said as she increased her tempo riding my prick. "You're gonna make Mama a very happy woman in a minute."

My mouth full of my mom's rubbery nipple and my dick sliding deep inside her hot sex tunnel, I withdrew my hands from her tits and moved them down to her butt. I grabbed my mom's ass cheeks and held on as I began to rock my hips upward to meet my mom's thrusts.

"Mmm, my little man likes that, doesn't he?" she squealed, rocking harder to meet my upward thrusts, driving my cock even deeper inside of her. "Although, you're far from little! Mmm!"

"My God, mom," I moaned as I switched my mouth to her other nipple and sucked it in again.

"Your Mama likes that, too," she said, her voice getting low and husky. "Really likes that. You're gonna make your Mama cum. Your big man cock is gonna make your Mama cum."

Although I would never have thought it possible, my mom actually picked up the tempo of our union even more, smacking herself down hard on me and nearly smashing my balls with each rocking thrust.

"Jesus, I've been needing this," she said, her voice getting a little higher. "I've been wanting this for so long."

I could feel my mom begin to shake on me. I could feel her trembling echo through my entire body as she continued to ride me hard. Her full breasts were swinging so hard I couldn't keep her nipple in my mouth any longer and settled for having the soft flesh of her tits slide back and forth along my cheeks as I sank my face into her ample cleavage.

"I'm cumming, punkin!" Mom growled. "Mama's cumming!"

My mom squealed loudly, over and over as her entire body seemed to tighten up. I could feel the muscles of her vaginal walls grip hard at my member as she continued to ride me furiously.

"Oh yes!" she shouted. "YES!"

Still in the midst of her climax, mom sat completely upright but didn't stop bouncing herself on me as I continued to hold on to her butt flesh as much as I could. I watched in absolute awe as her massive melons bounced sweetly on her chest. Moving my gaze downward I watched my dick disappear time and time again into my mom's tight snatch. The whole erotic vision in concert with the intensity of our fucking was too much for me to handle and I quickly found myself on the brink of orgasm.

"Oh, my God," I said as my balls seemed to catch on fire as the heat radiated through my abdomen, making my guts tighten.

"That's it, honey," Mom purred, egging me on. "Cum for Mama! Mama needs your man cum deep inside her!"

There was no holding back. The unbelievable vision of my mother fucking me, riding up and down hard on my cock, and the most incredible sensation of her hot and tight cunt literally sucking my sperm out of me, I felt a rush of semen fire through me as one of the most intense orgasms I had experienced up to then seemed to turn my whole body into one huge jolt of electricity.

"God, YES!" My mom screamed as my balls ejaculated their contents deep inside her and she seemed to cum again, sharing in my mind-blowing climax.

Still she bounced her perfect body on me, the tight physical bond of my dick deep inside of her, squeezing my jizz out of her drenched pussy until it was running down my balls and between my legs. My mom continued to ride me until my staff finally went limp and she had to roll off of me, panting heavily and smiling with far more than maternal satisfaction.

After we both caught our breaths, my mom rolled over into my arms and held me close, her head on my chest. I instinctively reached up with my hand and began to stroke her still damp hair.

A few quiet moments later, her face still turned away from mine, mom said, "Please don't think about the rights or wrongs of what we've just done. Please just know that, even if this never happens again, you've made your Mama very happy today."

"Will it... will it ever happen again?" I asked carefully as my mind considered the sexual relationship I still craved from my sister.

"That's up to you," Mom said, turning her head up to face me. "All you have to do is ask."

"Are you saying that we can do this again if I want to?" I asked, absolutely excited at the idea. "If you want to?"

"The line has been crossed," she said. "There's no un-ringing this bell. So, yes... anytime you want to fuck your mom, punkin, you just let me know." She thought for a moment with a twisted smile. "Well, anytime your sister isn't around. That might be a little hard to explain" 

I chuckled at the thought of having to carefully split my life of incest between my mom and sister. I felt an obligation to both.

"I think we can work around that," I said. 

"I'll leave that up to you," my mom replied. She snuggled her face back into my chest while reaching down to fondle my cock. "After all... you're the man of the house."

The man of the house with not one, but two sexy women who craved my attentions. I could see that I had my work cut out for me.