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Jamie Ch. 02

By: Stern Daddy



Jamie and I continued our late night teasing and play for about two months. It became almost an every night ritual. One night she stayed with a girl friend and once my wife was up late and interfered with our fun. Other than those two nights, we met in her room on schedule. 

I had almost forgotten what it was like to cum so much. My wife and I had settled into a twice a week routine many years ago, and even that had become predictable and mundane. I was excited now and I found myself walking around with a hard on like I had years ago. It felt good to be vital and alive.

Now that I had become more aware of Jamie's sexuality, I saw her in a very different light. I couldn't look at her now without seeing her as a sexual woman. No longer was she my little girl of years ago. At first this bothered me, but I rationalized that my love was still the same as before as a parent. The feelings I had were nothing more than lust and desire, just as I would feel for any young woman that I had access to.

We restricted our play to late at night until IT finally happened. One afternoon, my wife was shopping and Jamie came home from play rehearsal. I was alone in the garage, organizing things, when she drove up and came in to see what I was doing. 

"I'm just putting tools away," I said as she came up to me.

She laughed and said "Well, I know one tool I don't want you to put away."

I laughed back and teasingly rubbed my crotch. She stood in front of me and reached down and rubbed my cock through my jeans. My cock pulsed as she continued to squeeze and stroke it slowly through my clothing. I kissed her forehead as encouragement, and she unzipped my fly and reached in and continued to stroke my cock. 

My jeans were getting tighter and she soon pulled my cock out. She held it in her hands and watched as it throbbed and jerked from the excitement. She held her palms together around my cock and slowly moved them up and down, then she gripped my cock with one hand and started to stroke faster as her other hand cupped my balls. 

I stood humping and pushing my cock at my daughter as she worked on it with her soft hands. She watched my cock intently as the veins popped out and my cock head became a darker pinkish purple. My cock was hard and hot in her hands.

She leaned down closer, and I thought she was going to lick or start to suck it, but she simply spit on my shaft and into her hands, and with them thus lubricated, she started to stroke faster and faster. I moaned as she looked into my eyes, and smiled.

"Oh, Daddy, I think you like me doing this, don't you?"

"Yes baby."

Her hand slammed up and down, with my cock gripped and sliding inside. I grabbed the table I was leaning against. My balls feel hot and I knew I was about to really empty them. 

"Oh yes, baby, jack that hard cock for daddy."

My words seemed to excite her as much as they did me for she switched hands and pumped harder until I groaned and my body stiffened. She stopped stroking and rubbed the head and squeezed my balls as I shot my cum into her waiting hand. She slowly stroked my cock as spurt after spurt of cum shot out and then she milked the drops out so patiently.

When my cock was softening in her hand, she reached for a shop rag and started to wipe her hands and then cleaned my cock off. She patted it dry and placed it back into my jeans, zipped them up and kissed my cheek, before she went into the house.

I wanted more of that.

Later that afternoon, I was in my bedroom dressing to meet my wife downtown for dinner. I came out of my bathroom, naked. 

Jamie was sitting on the bed. 

I started to cover up as a reflex, then I realized it would be a little hypocritical, under our current situation. I continued to gather my clothes and get ready as if she wasn't there, but I couldn't ignore the fact that she was looking at me.

I felt that recently familiar pang of excitement. 

"You better let me get dressed, young lady."

"Go ahead, Daddy, don't pay any attention to me." she said as she spread her legs, teasingly.

She was wearing shorts and a halter top. It was obvious that she didn't have a bra on, and her nipples pushed out against the flimsy material. The legs of her shorts were wide, and I could easily see the crease where her legs meet her crotch.

My cock started to rise.

She stared at my cock, and her hands slid under her shorts and I could see them pressing against her pussy. At that moment I knew I had to have her.

I went to the bed and moved her hands away. I unsnapped her shorts and grabbed the legs and pulled. She lifted her ass and they slid off. 

Without hesitation, she pulled her thong off and threw it on the floor. She sat up and raised her top and removed it also. She sat there naked. 

Her tits were round and full. Not huge, but very firm and more than a handful. Her nipples were stiff and stood out about a half inch. Her areola was pink and slightly puffy and was about a silver dollar size.

Her little pussy was trimmed and had a small patch of short hair. Her lips were pink and her labia were slightly folded. I could see a tiny gap between them, as I leaned down to kiss her pussy.

She lay back and slid down on the bed. Her legs were splayed apart and I crawled between them. I placed my fingers on her lips and opened her up, so I could slip my tongue between them. 

My tongue licked up and down her slotted opening. It darted in and out, like a serpent's, flicking and licking and reaching as deep into her sweet pussy as it could go. 

She bend her legs at the knees and I pushed my shoulders against her ass as I pressed my face against her wet pussy. My lips kissed and sucked her juices and my tongue found her clit and teased and flicked it, circled around it slowly and then pulled it into my lips. 

I sucked her hard little clit and felt it throbbing between my lips. I loved her pussy with all of the care i could give it.

She moaned and groaned and I felt her pushing up against my face, urging me on. Her hands on the back of my head pushed me down harder against her hot open pussy. I didn't need and encouragement as I feasted on that sweet pussy.

"Oh Daddy. I am going to cum again," she cooed. 

I sucked and flicked and licked and probed her harder and faster, my arms under her legs held her to me. I wanted to eat her little pussy as long as she could stand it.

She rocked and humped my face and I held her tight, unwilling to let this prize escape me. My cock jerked and pulsed under me, wanting to join this party, but it would have to wait. I wanted this pussy just to eat and play with. 

She thrashed around and bucked and humped me and climaxed again and again, and all too soon she collapsed and fell back on the bed, exhausted. I gave her pussy one last soft kiss and then moved up to lie next to her.

She was silent, as she lay there, her legs still open and her wet pussy shining in the light. Her lips were swollen and dark pink. 

She was so beautiful, innocent yet wanton, pure yet whorish, woman yet almost childlike. My daughter - my new lover.

I dressed and left her to sleep. My mind was filled with the pleasure we had just shared and thoughts of the days ahead with her excited me beyond any I had ever had.

I leaned down to kiss her before I left. She looked up at me and smiled.

"I love you Daddy."

"I love you too baby."

next...we go further

Jamie Ch. 02



Please read my story 'Jamie' before this section for it to make sense. For the record, this is fantasy and nothing else.

This blowjob was going a lot better, make that way, way better, than Jamie's first attempt. For one thing she wasn't drunk this time. For another her face was shiny with lust the moment his cock came out and she knew he was going to let her suck it. For a third thing it turned out – and I was not surprised – that Jamie was a natural at it. All the right instincts and moves were there, and it was clear that with a little training she would become an excellent cocksucker for him. I was there with his permission – and with his uncle's demand – to photograph the whole thing. So I was 2/3 occupied with this task and only 1/3 able to enjoy the show she was putting on.

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By now you're saying, "His permission?", "Uncle's demand?", "Photograph the blowjob?" WTF. I know, I know. But let me explain quickly, since I doubt this part is why you're here to begin with. If you read part 1 of my daughter's story, you know the basics. What you didn't learn there is:

a. Jamie bought my story – so I was in the clear there. I mean my nerves were a wreck and I was alternating between jerking off in her pink panties, fearing a call from the police, and fucking Karen to cover my tracks with sanctioned lust. But for the week after Jamie was a miserable mope around the house. Karen whispered to me "I think Robbie broke up with her." But I prayed it wasn't true. And my prayer was answered.

b. It turned out Robbie had seen the whole thing. What I did I mean. To my daughter. Yes! He had come back after realizing he was still horny and there was a naked girl passed out whom he could fuck. But before he got in the door again he saw me emerge. And saw the whole thing. By which I mean me scooping his cum from her body, me licking it up and swallowing, me removing the panties he'd so nicely tucked up inside her cunt, me jacking off all over Jamie, and then me photographing the cummy mess I'd created on her. 

c. I took him a whole week, but finally he confronted me. He'd not given so much as a word back to Jamie, who was still looking like hell thinking she'd blown it (ha-ha!) with him for good. And when he did confront me his uncle was there sitting with us in the back room of a private club he – the uncle – belonged to. They began by asking me if I would truly enjoy sucking a cock or if I just fantasized about it. Turned out they knew everything. About me. About Karen. About our past – which I'll tell you at some point. About the fact that we were 2 happily married submissive sluts who loved each other like mad but needed ......something more. They knew about my photography hobby. I'm an amateur but published pretty widely in certain kinds of nature magazines – clean ones for the record. They knew about my software business. They knew my big play in the next year was some governmental contracts in South America. Hell they even knew that Karen had strayed one and only one time with her boss on a business trip when it all became too much for her – I mean in terms of her 'needing more.' And they knew how long we had denied our instincts in order to raise our only child. Who we both loved more than life itself and whom we had protected for so long from our mutual 'affliction.'

d. So they made me an offer. Work for them. Photography work. Robbie would come to work in my firm when he graduated in a year. The uncle – who was clearly the major-domo of the duo, was my age, quiet, handsome, impeccably dressed, with a stern quixotic look that alternated with the loveliest of smiles – would invest in my business and become a board member. He said enough to convince me that my South America plan needed lots of help and that he somehow knew lots of people who could be helpful in that regard. And in addition to my duties in photography I would be further compensated by getting 'something more.' And the more began with getting to see Jamie give Robbie that promised blowjob, and to record it for posterity – or at least for the 3 of us and the uncle mystically stated 'a few other qualified friends.' 

e. I stewed for another week. And thought about Uncle (as I'd come to think of him.) If I'd thought before that I was going to hell or jail or both for what I'd done with Jamie already, I was more and more convinced that this bargain would finally plunge me over the edge into complete madness. But then I'd think some more. About him. About Uncle. About seeing Jamie. About the fact that they were essentially right in everything they said and thought about me, Karen. 

Uncle had said, "Two sluts raised a good girl. Congratulations. But it's not going to last. She's 18 for God's sake, almost already out of the house. How long do you think any of you is going to last in the straight life once she leaves? Remember. We're not going to force you or Jamie to do anything. But this is what you need. This is what you want. This is who you are – and Karen and ....your lovely daughter."

And then I thought of my business. And how much a person like Uncle could help.

f. They were right. I handed over the pictures I'd taken that night 2 weeks earlier and was given my first assignment: Robbie was going out with Jamie this coming Saturday, he'd already called her. And yes they had checked. I was due out for an awards banquet at work. Karen was spending the night in Cincinnati to participate in a pro-am golf tournament the next day. They told me – and I believed them – that Jamie had been giddy with delight when Robbie called – and had said over and over again how sorry she was for getting drunk that night. We all knew what that meant.

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It actually hadn't started off as a great blowjob. When they came through the door Jamie was obviously nervous. He tried to get her to sit but she was so edgy she kept jumping up – to offer him a drink, a snack, to turn on some music, etc. He even kissed her one time to try to calm her down. She was even going to go over and check that screen I'd hidden behind when I watched them before, obviously something there had stuck with her about the 'coincidence' of finding me there that night. Finally Jeff just put his foot down, grabbed her hand as she jumped up from the couch and spun her backwards to flop Jamie on her back beside him on the couch. It worked well. The cute thigh high mini skirt she had on flipped right up to the edge of her pussy. I had been wondering what lingerie she would be wearing and now saw her little mound underneath the pale blue bikinis with the lace trim. A nice choice for him! His hand went up her thigh, spreading her legs slightly as if (wink! wink!) to give me a better shot of her cunt. She calmed somewhat and I could see her spread just a touch wider than he had demanded. His thumb went over the slit to massage her cunt and her head fell back, mouth agape. When he withdrew his hand she kept her legs spread, knees up, and showed me a wicked little camel toe to snap. He had indented the panties right between the lips of her pussy – and I felt my cock stir at the memory of what else he had done like that. He unsnapped her skirt and dragged it off from under her butt. Jamie was still a little skittish till Jeff spoke:

"What are you going to do now?" he said, playing her knees back and forth. 

Jamie started and said "I think you know."

With that she slithered off the couch to her knees between his spread legs and smiled up at him. Her fingers went to his zipper and she tugged it down. Then to his belt and it came undone in her nervous fingers. She was caught between fear and lust as he rose up to let her pull the nice linen pants he wore down his legs and off his feet. I could see his cock straining the boxer shots as Jamie looked over again towards the screen. He moved her chin back towards his cock and then she was pulling down the boxers. I was surprised that he wasn't totally hard. But it was still incredible. A long, meaty cock with a fat mushroom head which was semi-erect curved gently from its own weight down towards her face. That's when it happened. The fear turned off and her inner slut same out in a hurry. Her lips involuntarily parted and a peep of pink tongue showed. Jamie did her best to smile up at him as she stripped his shoes, socks and boxers. Now Jeff's cock looked a lot firmer as she hurried and bent in to suck. Her mouth went over the head and down his shaft fast and hard. Jamie put her hands on his kneecaps and plunged down fast about 3 or 4 times. I started snapping like a demon.

"Hey there. Hold on champ. I think I gotta show you how."

Jamie's face came up – confused and I think embarrassed. "What? Is it wrong? I don't...." But he pulled her up by her arms to stand in front of him.

He said "Don't worry. I know it's your first – sort of," which made them both giggle a bit. He said "Just slow down and I'll teach you how to suck a cock."

He bent her down to tug the skimpy, white strapped top over her head. Now she stood in just her panties and matching blue lace bra, starting to look nervous again. He turned her and undid the bra to expose her gorgeous little 18 year old, still developing buds of tits filled with upturned pink nipples over the flattest, slimmest stomach you'll ever see on a teen girl. Now she was blushing, nervous about the size of her tits I would guess. He ignored her and went south to strip off the panties and get her naked. Now she looked really nervous. I was staring at her ass from my angle, which is by the way absolutely pouty, rounded glory. Jamie is really so curvy – her waist seems to disappear when she's naked and her hips are small but flare off that stomach so beautifully! – that her perfectly proportioned round ass comes as a total hard-on-demanding-surprise – even to her dad.

I was trying to shoot it when she said: "Do you like it? Did it come out ok?"

Jeff smiled at her. "Very pretty, you did well."

I was confused till he spun her around again to check her ass. And it hit me like a ton of bricks. The bastard had had Jamie shave her little cunt for the show. My fingers went automatically to the camera to record it of course. But inside I was screaming "No! Her little pussy was so cute with its fine blonde hairs." Jeff stripped off his own shirt and I could photograph the 2 of them nude together at last. He bent Jamie over at the waist from his seat on the couch in order to inspect – that's the only word I can think of – her ass and pussy from behind, running a finger slowly back and forth along her slit and across her asshole.

Her little tits were perfect in this position, not quite hanging because they were too small for that, but just bobbing there right below her angelic face as he talked her slut back: "mmmmm nice, going to get you nice and juicy. See you're wet already." Jamie scrunched up her face at this clinical violation but looked happy at what seemed to be a compliment.

Now Jeff was ready and turned her back around, gently lowering her via pressure on her hips to her knees again. He turned his head and found a pillow to hand down and said "Use it. It takes a while when you do it right." Jamie hopped her knees up on the pillow and he began training her.

"That's it. Nice and slow. Go ahead. Feel the cock....now my balls. See you cup them in your hand. You like that don't you? Good girl. Go ahead and kiss it."

I could see her face. I could see the whole thing. Her beautiful face and mouth. Her lovely straight white teeth as she smiled and opened. Her pouty lips as she bent in to kiss the fat cock. The cock which was now erect and standing straight up to point at the ceiling. Her wonderful gray eyes so expressive and full of love and submission. Yes submission – it was not too early to use the word, not with a girl like Jamie who has it in her blood. The small tits bobbing between his thighs and to which his fingers went to pinch and feel as she started kissing the cock from balls to slit, smooching it, making love to it.

"More tongue now, yeah get it wet. Slow girl, climb up the shaft lapping it. Good little slut! Don't forget my balls cunt."

And she didn't she lapped and kissed and fondled his nuts and kissed and licked the slit and I bet there was some nice pre-cum there for her but I couldn't definitely see it. And I was having a ball snapping dozens of pictures of my slutty daughter lathering a cock properly for the first time. Her shoulder length flaxen hair, as thick a mane above as it had been wispy and fine below – curses! – was getting in the way of my lens, and probably of Jeff's view too. So he took the bridle on her and gathered the hair behind her neck in a pony tail under his fist to free both of our views of her pink full lips sandwiching the cock sideways to leave a wet trail – and a hint of lipstick I wondered – along the engorging shaft. For engorging it was. Every time I looked back at it – which was hard with Jamie's ass, pinched waist, cute tits, a peep of cunt and slathering lips as competition – it seemed fuller and harder. And now it was all shiny from her mouth and tongue. He pulled that hair back without pressure at all on her neck or mouth – that lesson was for later. This one more like Cocksucker 101.

"Yeah there. That's it. That's it. You gonna learn to swirl and lap right there. OK, back down the pole. Yeah all over, but come back there. Good girl!"

Jamie had obviously found the glans under the head of his cock and her little tongue got busy worrying it to death until he made her go down and up again to vary it up. Now he shifted and presented his balls for her mouth. She didn't need to be told. She sucked one and he raised her tiny hand to his shaft while letting her suck first one then the other ball. She was stroking him under the guidance of his hand till she got the right rhythm and he let her go at it for a while. Then he got her back with a slight chuck under her chin to lapping the rigid cock. Her body shifted and her tiny pussy was exposed between two lovely lean thighs and her beautiful ass. The view made me warm up to his idea – for it clearly had been his idea getting her used to being a slut under instructions to please – of her shaving her cunt. Cause it sure looked pretty peeping out of those thighs and under the pink asshole she wore above the plump lips. And I have about 9 quick pics of it to prove it.

"Now you open your mouth. Go ahead. Nice and slow, slut."

She got her first gasp from him when her wet lips and tongue rode down his thick meat maybe a third of the way – call it just 3 inches out of the whole thing. He still had her ponytail and now started riding her mouth up and down his cock, stopping to compliment her when she gagged for the first time. He took her nice and slow, only gagging her once or twice a minute and even then he showed her how to use her fist on the base of her cock as a stop to protect her throat. He sped her up via the reins and I swear the cock still seemed like it was growing. Her tiny hand looked like it barely contained the base, her had her other hand tickling and cradling his balls again, she was almost upright on her knees trying to bring her mouth down on it, lifting on her elbows along the edge of the couch trying to get over it and down, and then gagging again when he rushed her face down but still not terrible, horrible gags just enough to show her what it was like. And then he got her going nice and slow but gagging herself practically every time down and he had more and more cock disappearing inside her slutty mouth, his cock a nice fat red veiny monster effortlessly parting her pink lips and drool was coming down her chin then as the cock got her in a nice rhythm which had him breathing deeper and deeper, and blowing out air to time his release. Because he had to get the girl working – get her trained for it.

I have one picture from that set of when she pulled her mouth off momentarily with his implicit permission and still Jamie managed to waggle out a wet pink tongue which curled up at the end and met – just kissed it really – the helmet of his cock. Now real precum was running freely down from the slit of his cock and no doubt she was getting some flavor and some taste of what it meant to really suck a man's cock for him. And then her head was back down and she forced herself to where she was doing at least half the cock without gagging until he set the cockstop of her fist lower to make sure she was learning. And all the time I was snapping and snapping – her body, his cock, her mouth, her face in profile, then his mouth open from pleasure, then her backside and her cunt, then focusing on her tits bobbing, still meaty and firm looking with the nipples rock hard as they pointed up and rubbed his thighs while she sucked. Now he was gasping sort of nonstop ragged breath accelerating.

"Now baby now, show me what a good slut is for."

That's all he said and he was cumming in her mouth. And I nearly dropped the camera so excited to be seeing it. Jamie winced once and then again – shots hitting her in the back of the mouth I presumed. It went in slow motion and I could see her throat muscles at work, trying to swallow as much as she could. Her neck muscles rippled and she was gagging and spluttering, overwhelmed by the volume of cum he could shoot. He let her pull off, some of the cum already dripping from her lips, but took the base of his angled cock and aimed it at her red, streaming face. Another blast, fat and luscious, spewed forth and hit her along the right side of her mouth, splashing up over her cheekbone and forehead and into her golden hair. Then another shot just to its right again finding her hair, this time skipping across her mane to leave a long wet trail from the corner of her mouth to the top of her head. And she was leaning in for more. He obliged with another shot to her chin, her hands were rising up defensively as if to block it but of course she didn't. His next jet of sperm hit her throat and immediately began to run between her little tits. And finally a spurt right on her left tit.

My little girl was a mess. And there I was stunned, the photographer of record for this event and the camera was at my side. The moment was too important to us both, too sacred to record at least for now. Her hands stayed up, and a grin came over her face as the missiles stopped coming her way. She moaned then, and joined the weird sounds coming from him. Jeff was on the couch, head thrown back, cock erect and coated with sperm which had somehow missed her. Jamie's little tits were heaving up and down. She was red and cummy all over from effort, from lust and from love.

You never know how a young girl is going to do her first time. I was so proud of her, staying down on him for 2 full shots and letting her face and throat and tits get rained on for at least 4 more. I felt a parent's pride in what she had done. And then I remembered my job – and my risk if that job was not well done. In the 10 seconds that it took to cum all over her I had failed – but in a good parental cause. Now I refocused the camera and snapped a dozen quick shots of what he had done for my baby.

Now Jeff was back up. She had waited patiently for instruction. Somehow she knew that. And instruct her he did. First he scooped the big wad of cum from her tit. He held it on his index finger until she leaned in to suck it clean.

He told her "Don't swallow it yet."

He took her hand, crooking her finger to clean the sperm off her neck and face. That was 3 more finger cleaning exercises. Then he moved her head forward – again using her hair as a handle on her pretty head – to bring her lips to the head of his cock for another cleaning. Her hands went to her lap as she sat nude, knees now together, sitting on her haunches, like a pretty little Indian princess being anointed. His hands went to cup her tits. He took his time, letting the cum pooled in her mouth sit as he explored her tits. Finally he took each nipple between his index finger and his fat thumb and began pinching. He wanted to see I think if she could maintain her composure and dignity as a cocksucker. She winced again – just as she had when the first jets of cum hit inside her throat – but she never lost her cool or moved or even swallowed. And she certainly did not open her mouth to complain! She was far from that. You could see him pinching those nipples really hard. And I heard her moan with a closed mouth full of cum cutting the sound.




Jamie Ch. 02



He smiled at her and told her "Go on. You did well."

Jamie let the cum roll down her throat and into her belly, making sure to lick her lips and the inside of her mouth clean before showing a big, beautifully white toothed grin from ear to ear. She rolled her eyes up in the cutest way and her tongue came out again to tease the middle spot of her upper lip in the sexiest pout. Her hair was still a mess of the 2 cum shots, otherwise there were just drying streaks of cum on her face, neck and chest. Beautiful. She sprawled back on her ass, and then lay flat on her back with a dreamy, contented expression.

Jamie said, "Oh – My – God! I loved that!!"

Jeff looked over towards the door to my basement office hiding me, and winked. I came in my pants watching her chest go up and down as she lay there legs spread before him. I snapped one more shot to catch the picture of cum still in her hair and the little tits still pointed up to heaven. I winked back – although he could not have seen me – and sat hard down on the chair to rest. I checked the camera – which told me I'd taken 136 pictures so far. I guessed I'd have to forgive him for getting Jamie to shave her cunt for him. And I waited to see if the rest of the plan would come off as well as this part had.



Jamie Ch. 03



Jamie and I had crossed another line. She had touched my cock and made me cum during the day in the garage and I had eaten her. We both knew that it was only a matter of time before I would take her. 

That caused a lot of tension between us, and I thought many times during the first days after our first physical touching, that I should just go into her room late at night and fuck her to break that barrier, but I felt that was too dangerous and impossible to explain if my wife should awaken. We both were certain it would happen, but for three days we waited for the opportunity.

It was difficult to have dinner as a family, because she and I would find ourselves looking at each other. Not looks like starry eyed young lovers have, but more like those that lovers desperate for each other have. Many times during those days, we would find ourselves together in places in the house where we could touch briefly. 

That drove me crazy. Every time I would think I was going to be able to have her alone for an hour or even fifteen minutes, something would happen to stop us from taking that next step.

Finally, my wife was scheduled to attend an accounting software presentation for her firm and she planned to be gone for two days. I knew she had planned to attend, but I didn't remember exactly when. I almost choked on my food when she told us at dinner. 

I could tell Jamie was surprised too, by her expression. She confirmed her delight by reaching her foot under the table and pressing it against my crotch. She had never been so bold when we were all together.

Jamie and I cleaned up the dishes and I told her I would be a little late the next day, because of business. She suggested that we both skip work and class and stay home instead. I was very tempted, but felt we should make sure her mom was out of town first and my meeting the next afternoon couldn't be cancelled.

I rushed through my work the next morning, then my cell phone rang a little after 2. My wife called from Chicago, and had a safe and uneventful flight. I was glad for a lot of reasons.

I met our suppliers at 3:30 and we spent the next four hours going over their proposals. Then they wanted to go out for dinner, but were unfamiliar with the city. I took the hint and took them to a favorite restaurant. 

No matter what I did, it seemed like I could not get away from them and after dinner, they insisted on showing me more samples. Their products were really innovative and I knew for the sake of my business, I needed to make a deal with this company, but I kept imagining Jamie at home waiting for me.

I called about 9 pm and told her I would be there by 10. She didn't say much and I could feel the disappointment in her voice. 

It was after midnight before I unlocked the door to my home. The lights were off and it was quiet. There was no music or tv sounds as I walked toward her room. Her door was open and the reading light was on as usual. She was on her side facing the wall. I stood for a moment to see if she was asleep.

I crept closer and leaned down to see if I could tell and I could hear her deep breathing. She was asleep. I started to leave, but changed my mind and went back to her and carefully lay down beside her. I didn't want to wake her.

She was covered with a sheet. I slowly moved closer to her and when I was against her back, I put my arm around her. I kissed her cheek, just a little good night kiss. I lay still hoping I could fall asleep. 

I couldn't.

She rolled and shifted her body slightly, and my hand then was over her breasts. I could feel her nipple under the palm of my hand, and that caused my cock to react. I could feel my cock starting to grow, and the more it did, the more contact it made with Jamie. I tried to move back a little, so I wouldn't wake her like that, but it was difficult to move with her against me.

My cock was starting to jerk and twitch. I started gently feeling of her nipple, just rubbing across it, and then rubbing the end of the nub a little, then running my fingers around it and then the other nipple. My cock stiffened even more and now pressed against her ass. The sheet and my clothing prevented direct contact, but I could still feel the crack of her ass against my cock.

I found myself pushing harder against her then, and my hand fondled her breasts more deliberately, and soon I heard a little moan slip from her lips and she rolled back against me. My hand squeezed her breast tighter and I pressed my hard cock against her more firmly.

I felt her move her legs so that they were now slightly apart. Her top leg was drawn closer to her chest in sort of a fetal position while her bottom leg was almost straight. My cock strained against my slacks as I realized that if we were naked, my cock would be able to push inside her pussy in that position.

My cock jumped with that knowledge as if it would tear through the clothing and bed sheet in it's eager need to feel the sweet tightness of her pussy. My mind filled with thoughts of my cock ravaging her and the more I thought, the more my cock throbbed and jerked and that drove me crazy with desire.

And then her hand moved back to my side, and she felt along my body and she pushed it down between us and started to rub my cock. She didn't move or give me any indication that she was awake, other than her hand that then pressed against my cock with an urgent determination. 

I pinched her nipples gently in an effort to wake her, but she only groaned and opened her lips slightly as if to breathe better. I played with her breasts as she rubbed my cock. I moved closer and placed my mouth on her neck and started to give her little wet sucking kisses all over that side and around the back and then across her cheek. 

As I neared her chin, she turned to me and my lips brushed against hers. I stopped for a second, and then pressed my lips on hers. She groaned as she opened her mouth against mine and we kissed passionately for the first time.

She rolled onto her back and I moved closer as we kissed. I sucked her tongue and mine darted in and out of her mouth. They played and licked and flicked back and forth and we crushed our faces together in the hottest passion I have ever known. I wanted to devour her, and I lavished my kisses on her lips and mouth, and our hands groped each other.

I threw her sheet back and felt her body. She was naked and my fingers felt between her legs to find her soaked. Her hands fumbled with my bet and then my zipper and she struggled to pull my pants down. We couldn't wait for me to enter her, but we couldn't break that kiss either, so we stayed locked together in that unbelievable kiss as we tore my clothing away.

I sat up and finished removing my clothes and then when I was naked too, I pulled her legs apart and crawled between them. I sat on my knees and took my cock in hand and guided it to her waiting pussy. She lay spread wide with her knees up. Her head was raised on pillows and she watched my cock as I teased her with it. I took the head and slid it between her lips and then moved it up and down and then across them. I pushed her labia apart and then slowly started to feed my cock into her pussy.

I went as slow as I could. I wanted this exquisite sensation to last forever. My cock pushed a little deeper and then a little more. Oh God, her pussy was so tight and warm and soft, and I watched her eyes and expression as I fed my cock into her sweet little opening. I loved that feeling, so rich and exciting, and I almost was sorry when I finally had all of my cock inside her, for the experience of entering her had been so strong.

But now, I was deep in my daughter's pussy, and she lay spread out staring at me, waiting for me to fuck her. And that thought made my cock jump within her and I felt a need to fuck her so hard and strong that she would be mine forever... ruined for anyone else, because they would not be as passionate or exciting to her as this. And I pulled back slowly all the way until my cock head was barely captured between her lips, and I took my hands and pushed her legs back toward her.

She looked up at me in surprise, and then I rammed my cock into her with such force that it knocked her breath from her lungs.

"UUUUUHHHHHHMMMM.....OOOOHHHHHHH"

Her eyes closed and she dropped her head back as my cock moved back out and then slammed into her again and again and again. My cock rammed into her little pussy harder and deeper and faster with each stroke. She grabbed her legs and pulled them back toward her chest so that her pussy was raised up at an angle that allowed my cock to plow deeper into her. 

And I fucked her so hard and fast and deep. My cock filled her and stretched her out. And I was relentless. I had wanted this little pussy for so long and I was going to have all of it I could take. I rocked her and shoved her around the bed. My cock was hard and her pussy was wet and hot.

"Oh Daddy, I never knew it could feel so good."

"Oh Daddy, you are so big. I can feel you deep inside me."

"Oh Daddy, fuck your little baby."

"Oh Daddy, please don't stop."

"Jamie, honey I won't. I am going to fuck your little pussy all night. You are mine, baby and I want you so bad."

And we fucked on into the early hours of the morning, and when we couldn't go on, we collapsed together and slept in her bed with our arms and legs wrapped around each other.

I didn't go to work the next day. But that's another story. 



Jamie Ch. 03



She started the blowjob with her bra still on. I was thinking this was going to be a problem. Uncle had specifically outlined the scenario for Robbie and me. Some rich subscriber from Buenos Aires had offered a nice premium above his usual fee to see her sucking him off with her little tits bouncing on each stroke. Robbie was to make her suck it a good 10 or 15 minutes – a long shot by our standards – and then cum on her tits. The finale was to be her scooping the cum into her mouth for one big swallow. Finis. 

I couldn't tell at first if Robbie was ignoring the plan or had simply forgotten. But I was pissed. First I'd given up my afternoon with my wife to be here for them, which hadn't made her happy at all. But the real killer was that Robbie was being so difficult about planning these days. He'd sat screwing around with his cell phone when Uncle had given the instructions. So who knew what he'd processed and what he'd missed. Anyway if the shot didn't happen we were going to have to set her up for it again.

She'd run into the room like a little puppy dog squealing. Jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs right around him asking 1,000 questions a minute. Had he liked London? That was his cover story for being away the last 10 days. But he'd really been staying at Uncles fucking a different slut the whole time. I knew cause I was there for those too. Got some excellent action too. Might he take her there some time? Did he see the palace what's-it-called? Are the English very stuck up? 

He had to push her down on the couch and grab her tit before she remembered what she was really there for.

"Ooooh. That's nice. I missed that – missed you."

"Yeah same here."

"Thinking of you with those English girls." Pauses. "Were they very pretty?"

"Don't worry about that baby. This cock is all yours."

She'd grabbed his bulge over the jeans and was starting to massage his cock. Robbie leaned in and pulled the little white blouse up over her head and off. The bra was one of the new sex bras he'd bought her, supposedly on his last trip to Italy. Very sexy on small boobs too. A kind of little lacey thing that plunged down to a narrow front closure between her tits, it was pure white with soft purple pinstripes. She was unzipping him already and fell on her knees between his legs to tug down the jeans. He made her stand and unzipped the skirt. She was blushing. After the things I'd seen her do I'd have thought it impossible, but there it was. Her cute face turning red as he fingered her slit over the matching panties. Then he stripped those off and she kicked them into the corner. All he had to do was reach up and pop the clasp between her tits and she would have been nude. But he took his time playing with her cunt.

She was too quick then. Or like I said maybe he forgot. Or never knew. But she was on her knees again and pulled off his boxers to free the cock. And bang her mouth was on it. She was a hungry little cocksucker and the first blow went half way down his fat pole, left a trail of wet on it that made the veins glisten and pop on her upstroke. Her second and third sucks went deeper. He gave up looking down and lay back on the couch to enjoy her specialty.

And her specialty was her only calling card at this point since Uncle and I had both refused to let him fuck her till she'd been on the pill at least 2 months. That was still 3 weeks off. For Uncle it was a question of protecting his merchandise and he was very clear about that. For me it was, well, my fatherly duty. Sucking was what she was there for, and she knew and enjoyed her work. In the 2 months or so she'd been blowing him she got very, very good. Fast sucks, slow slutty sucks, head only sucks, raking teeth blowjobs, deep throat sucks, swallows, facials, combo tit-mouth fucks, nut sucking, ass fingering while she sucked, cock worship, on her knees in an instant sucks, cock whipped and bobbing for cock sucks, handcuffed behind her leaning in to balance on the cock in her mouth sucks, blindfolded bjs and every other kind of blowjob imaginable. She'd learned and even mastered them all. He'd had them all. I'd filmed them all. Uncle had distributed them all to his select (and very wealthy) clientele.

Now she was on her knees – bra still intact – using her hands flat on the sides of his thighs and abdomen to frame the cock and make it pop bigger for her mouth. She was into long, slow, deep, wet sucks because she knew he liked those best. And I had no trouble catching it. I just wished I could have seen the busy tongue inside her mouth lashing and swirling down the length of his cock on each stroke. He had been quite complimentary about this ability of hers in the past. How does a girl learn to curl her wet tongue to caress every millimeter of a cock trying to get inside her throat? Natural ability I suppose. Something her mom was also good at, not that I'm the expert.

I kept focus on her face, mouth and tits even though they were covered up somewhat. I knew her cunt and ass would be gorgeous from behind like that but there'd been plenty of those shots in previous episodes. This time it was all about her tits, or at least about what I could get of the tits. The bra was skimpy but it was there and covered her nipples completely. I could see clearly the sides of her little boobs. They moved but I knew they weren't going to be bouncing right because of the bra, and cursed Robbie for the 3rd time that day.

He was way beyond thinking about her bra or tits. One arm was over his eyes with his head thrown back, the other hand rested gently on her head, not guiding or forcing her at all since she knew what she was doing. We were probably only 7 minutes in when I heard him start to gasp. She changed up her pace; going faster paradoxically sometimes slowed him down to where she could suck longer. Then took the cock out to lick the rim of the head only, eyes up needlessly since his were closed. Then back down fast almost to the root. Fast but he was really bucking now and there was no turning back. So her delicate fingers finally went to his balls to cradle and tease them while she slowed again to her true slut pace blowjob. He bucked into her throat again. Gasped. Bucked again and growled. Then he was off.

Whether or not he remembered Uncle's instructions he did pull out – maybe after a good first shot in the back of her mouth – and started cumming on her. First her chin got splashed. He must have aimed lower then because the next 3 long fat blasts of gooey sperm hit her right on the tits, on her little cleavage between, but mostly on the fabric of that damned bra. She was sitting back letting him work her over like that, mouth opened wide in case he wanted to go in there again with some of the goo, fingers still massaging the nuts that were pumping the cum at her.

He was done. The cum on her chin was hanging fat and wet as she leaned in to clean his cock. I zoomed in on it falling to his thigh. Then wider to get her sucking it clean and see the splatter on the bra and tits. It was all I could do in the circumstances.

"Oh God that was nice."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm for me too."

"Lick it up baby, get it all. Be a good little cunt."

She giggled whenever he said that, thought it was cute somehow when he called her slut names. I was hard as a rock myself as she finished up. I was remembering the time she first tried to blow him but was too drunk. Remembering how I'd licked the cum off her when she was passed out. Remembered her first really successful blowjob. How I'd put her on the pill even though she still had no idea I was involved in her degradation, no idea of the filming at all much less that I was the director and cinematographer. How Uncle had become our ruler, not only in my life with Jamie and Dana but also with my business. 

Now Jamie was licking the cum of her chest and bra, I mean licking her fingers clean of it. She was beautiful, looking up at him, smiling with cum stained lips and teeth. Beautiful. My cock came out and I came in my open hand. Soon we would both be going home. Robbie and I would have to answer to Uncle later that night but for now I had done my best. So had Jamie.



Jamie Ch. 03



I woke up the next morning, alone in the bed. I sat up slowly and looked around the dark room. The heavy curtains were drawn, blocking out most of the sunlight, but where it parted slightly, bright, yellowish-white light broke through. I looked to my left and saw the alarm clock reading 7:30am. I remembered falling asleep, cuddled up with Jamie, but where could she have gone? 

A look at the bathroom told me she wasn't there. The door was ajar and the light was off. I sat up and leaned against the headboard mounted into the wall. 

"She better not be getting us breakfast," I said under my breath. The next thing I knew, the door was unlocking and in walked Jamie with two cups of Starbuck's coffee; one hot and one cold.

"Good morning, Sleepyhead," she sang as she let the door slam shut behind her.

"Good morning."

"I got you a caramel Frappuccino, I hope that's okay," she said with a slight look of worry on her face.

"It's my favorite, but, why..." I trailed off.

"I just wanted to do something nice for you after everything you've done already."

I laughed. "As if last night wasn't enough?"

"It better not be!" she playfully threatened. 

I held up my hands, feigning defense. "Okay, okay. We can repeat last night as many times as you want. Just don't kill me."

She laughed and handed me my Frappuccino. 

"How did you know to get me this?"

"I saw your mom on Facebook and asked. She said caramel was the flavor you tend to get, and I remember one time you getting a cold drink in the middle of winter."

"It was in California, that doesn't count."

She laughed and sipped her hot caffeinated beverage. 

"Well, what's the plan?" I asked.

"Well, our next reservation is in Oklahoma City. Google Maps says it's about five hours, so, with the truck and trailer, it's probably a little bit longer, right?"

"Yep. That thing is a little slow, so it might add a couple hours or so. Probably best to keep each destination only a few hours away like that."

"Then, we need to start getting ready to go."

"What time is check out?" I asked, glancing at the clock.

She grinned mischievously. "Eleven."

"We've got three and a half hours," I said pointedly and threw the sheets off of my lower half. I was still naked from the night before and my dick was growing hard just from her presence. "I'm taking a shower, care to join me?"

We set our drinks down and I got out of the bed, heading towards her. She laughed nervously, backing away. As she did, she unzipped her colorful hoodie to reveal it was all she'd been wearing. I moved quicker and chased her into the bathroom. I caught her at the sink and spun her towards me, planting my mouth on hers. Her arms wrapped around the back of my neck, pressing us closer together. Her pert breasts mashed into my chest. I reached down and squeezed her tight ass, feeling the plush cotton of her sweats. 

I pulled away from her, panting for breath. I turned on the shower to get it warmed up and then dropped to my knees. I pulled off her sweats to reveal her beautiful pussy to me again. She was so perfect; I was still in disbelief that she and I were really, finally together. I lifted her left leg over my shoulder and planted my face in her sweet love hole. She grabbed onto the counter behind her with one hand and onto the back of my head with the other for stability as I assaulted her pussy with my mouth and tongue. 

Steam began to fill the room so I stood up and pulled her into the shower with me. I sat her down on the bench-like seat in the corner of the shower stall, knelt down before her and returned to pleasuring her pussy. She was already breathing heavy, pressing my face harder into herself.

"Oh yeah. Ffffuuuck. Oh my god. Stop, Jason, stop. Come up here," she begged; and who was I to refuse her?

I looked up at her from between her legs, waiting for her next request. As I did, I slipped a finger into her pussy to replace my tongue. 

"What do you want, beautiful?" I asked her.

"I want you."

"How bad do you want me?"

She squirmed as I probed my fingers in and out of her. "I need you in me."

"Beg me," I commanded softly.

"Please, Jason. I need you, now."

That was enough for me. I pulled her off of the seat and sat down on it instead. With her back to me, showing off her glorious ass, she lowered herself down, grabbing onto my meat to guide me into her we snatch. Once again her pussy hugged my cock, slowly filling her up. The hot flesh and flesh contact nearly sent me over the edge, but I gained control of myself, breathing deeply. 

"God this feels good," I said.

"Mmmm," she agreed. 

She began to slowly rise up and down my pole, leaning forward slightly and using my knees for leverage. I held onto her butt cheeks, admiring their perfectly round shape and milky-ness of her skin. I bucked my hips into her as she came down on me, her ass slapping against my pelvis. After a couple minutes, I lifted her off of me, turned her around and entered her pussy from behind. She looked so sexy as she looked back at me over her shoulder. I pulled her back by the hips as I slammed forward, gradually picking up the pace. 

I was amazed at the control I had, holding back my orgasm. I wanted to make sure she reached hers, but the sound of her moans was growing louder and faster as I sped up. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, fffffuuuuuuuuuuck!" she began to grow louder and louder. 

I leaned over her and grabbed her bouncing tits as I rammed into her pussy. It was this act that finally sent her over the edge. I felt myself reaching that end, too. 

"God, I'm gonna cum," I warned her as she came down off of her orgasm.

"Go ahead," she said.

"What?"

"I stopped at the drugstore, we're safe."

"But-"

"Trust me," she said.

I was at the end anyway and blasted my seed into her depths. She stood up and leaned against me as I finished off blasting my cum into her. Her lips found mine and we kissed deeply. I'd never been more in love with someone as I was with her. I just prayed she loved me just as much. So far, her actions were showing that to be true.

When I pulled out of her, she turned and pressed herself into me, kissing me again. The water ran down us as we made out under the showerhead. I enjoyed this as much as fucking her. The connection was more important to me than the sex even. Finally, we pulled apart and washed each other so we could pack up quickly and get on the road.

An hour later we were heading for Oklahoma City. But before that we stopped and filled up the gas tank. As the tank filled, Jamie went into the small store to get some snacks and drinks for the road. I leaned against the side of the truck and looked around the gas station. At the island across from ours, a woman filled her older model Civic while at the other pump a young, tough-looking guy filled up his beat up BMW. It wasn't much to look at, probably a hand-me-down from Dad.

Jamie exiting the store caught my attention. She looked gorgeous in her tight jeans and black tank top. Her big round sunglasses added an element of class to her simple ensemble. Her red-lipped smile grew as she caught me watching her cross the gas station property. She looked down shyly; even from here I could see a little pink grow in her heavily freckled cheeks. I glanced over at the guy filling his BMW as he very obviously checked Jamie out as she walked by.

"Hey baby, what's your name?" he cat-called at her. She ignored him and looked back at me again. I smiled at her as she completely blew off the jerk at the pump. When she reached me, she kissed me full on the mouth. If we'd been in private, I'd have taken her right there. "Bitch," I heard the asshole mutter under his breath. If I heard him, she must have, too. But, she didn't react to his insult; she just got into the truck and shut her door.

I looked across the gas station at the prick and half glared/half grinned at him. My look was to say, "I heard what you said, but I'm the one who gets to fuck this beauty later."

"You got a problem, bro?" the guy asked.

I just continued glaring at him, not bothering to fuel the fire with any angry words. I didn't want to give Jamie the idea that I was a violent asshole, but I couldn't just let a guy get away with calling her a bitch. 

"Say somethin'!" he threatened, bouncing his hands off his chest before spreading his arms in an invitation to fight.

I chuckled and looked away. The gas stopped pumping in the truck, so I pulled the hose out of the tank entrance and replaced it to the pump. As I waited for the receipt to print, I noticed someone walking towards me.

"Seriously?" I said to myself. The machine spit the paper out and I ripped it off as I turned to face the asshole trying to pick a fight.

"You deaf or somethin', bitch?" he asked angrily.

"You're calling me a bitch now?" I replied.

"Yeah, I am. You got a problem with that?"

I shrugged. "You can call me what you want, but you called my girl a bitch, too. I think you should apologize."

"Fuck you!"

"No thanks, dude. You may swing that way, but I don't."

"You motherfucker," he said, stepping closer. I stood my ground and was nearly nose to nose with him when he finally decided to stop. He may have had an inch or two on me, and could probably out lift me in the gym, but he'd insulted the woman I love. In my mind, no amount of muscles could stop me if it came to a fight. However, I was no slouch. I was a good 5'11" and just over 200 lbs myself. My job back home got pretty physical, loading and unloading the work van of the drying equipment needed for the jobs we did. They weren't extremely heavy machines, but they weren't light either. And I'd been doing it for about a year now, so my arms had grown a couple inches over that time.

"Look, I don't want a fight," I said and glanced up at Jamie's open window. "Just apologize to the lady, and we can go our ways."

"Did you miss the part where I said, 'fuck you'?" 

"No, no I didn't miss that. But, you can say what you want about me; I don't give a flying fuck. However, shithead, you insulted my girlfriend, and that I don't tolerate."

I could tell this asshole was beyond words with me, out of my peripheral I could see his fists clench in anger. Then, quicker than I was expecting, he swung and caught me in the side of the head. My glasses fell off, but I caught them, miraculously, before they could get too far from my face. I pushed them back onto my face as I stood back up and rushed forward. I tackled the prick into the trashcan next to the gas pump and rolled away. I was on my feet before him, so I was ready for whatever else he had for me. 

What happened next, I wasn't expecting. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a switchblade. I looked around and saw the patrons of the gas station just watching, except for the lady who'd been filling up her Civic, she was already on her cellphone talking to someone. She sounded a little frantic, so, I hoped she was talking to the police.

"Really, dude? A knife? You're going to cut me up over this?" I said, backing away slowly with my hands raised up.

Suddenly tires chirped as a car entered the gas station grounds. The cop car screeched to a halt and two officers stepped out. Shithead stopped his advance on me, knowing there was nothing he could do with two armed cops on the premises.

"Drop the knife!" one cop shouted.

Shithead obeyed and kept his hands raised. I did the same, just to keep the cops at ease, hoping it would prove my innocence of the situation.

The cop who had ordered the guy to drop his knife stepped up, taking his hand off of his gun. He grabbed the guy's wrist and twisted his arm behind his back, placing cuffs on him and escorting him to the car. The other officer approached me and I turned my back to him and placed my hands behind me.

"What are you doing, son?" he asked.

I looked over my shoulder and slowly turned back towards him, relaxing my arms to my sides.

"I was just making things easy for you, sir," I answered.

"Just relax and tell me what happened here," he said.

I nodded and explained the situation from my perspective.

"Did you throw any insults back at him to provoke a fight?"

"I did, but I'm naturally sarcastic, and it especially comes out when I'm scared or angry. This time, both were the fire behind it."

"Tell me word for word how the conversation went."

I did as he asked and the officer grinned, suppressing a laugh. He let a small chuckle escape, though. 

"You're either stupid or brave."

"I think the two tend to go hand in hand, sir," I said.

He laughed this time. "You're probably right. So, do you want to press charges?"

"I just want him to apologize to my girlfriend for calling her a bitch."

"That's all?"

"He didn't hurt me, sir. He insulted my girlfriend and I will let it all go if he apologizes."

The officer nodded. I glanced at his name badge and saw that his name was A. Smith.

"If he doesn't apologize, will you press charges?"

I shrugged. "I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

Officer Smith nodded and jerked his head to follow him. His partner, J. Rodriguez, met us halfway.

"His name is Jared Camp. He's a student at the Community College nearby. He has a few priors for assault, a DWI and has numerous write ups for being drunk in public," Rodriguez listed off Jared's offenses in his past. 

"We might have to take him in again anyway. You know, I thought the kid looked familiar."

I looked over at the truck and Jamie was standing nervously, waiting for me to return.

"Um, sir?" I said getting the officer's attention again.

He looked at me curiously.

"I'm helping her move back to California, and we really need to get back on the road."

He looked over and saw Jamie standing there. She smiled and waved nervously.

"You're with her?" he asked, forcing himself to look at me again.

I smiled and nodded, staring at her.

"We'll talk to Jared and see if he'll apologize or not."

"Thank you, officer. Is it alright if I rejoin her?"

"Of course, we'll be over in a minute."

I walked quickly over to Jamie, she looked worried. "Everything's fine. We should be out of here soon."

"What happened?" she asked.

"Well, I heard him call you a bitch as you walked across the gas station, and I glared at him. He tried to pick a fight from his car and I ignored him. By the time I put the hose back on the pump, he was in my face."

"I wish you hadn't done that," she said.

"Hey," I said, gently, but firmly, grasping her by the shoulders. She looked me right in the eye. "No one will ever talk to you that way and get away with it. Not while I'm around."

She smiled. "That's sweet, but I don't want you getting into fights every time someone makes a stupid comment, okay?"

"I'm sorry about that. It's just..." I trailed off.

"What? What is it?" she asked, concerned.

"I've never been with someone as beautiful as you. Plus, we've been friends for so long. I'm just a little protective of you."

She kissed me on the cheek. "And I love that you are. But, just try and pick your fights better, okay? Make sure it's something serious if you're going to fight for my honor," she finished with a laugh.

"I'll do my best," I promised.

"Good. Here come the officers and the jerk-hole," she warned me. 

I turned towards them and waited for them to reach us. I kept quiet, but I was still angry with this guy. I did my best not to glare at him again, just to avoid making things worse.

"He's agreed to your terms," Officer Smith informed us. "Go ahead, Jared."

He glared at me and then closed his eyes as he sighed heavily. Then looking at Jamie he said, "I apologize for what I said."

"Thank you," she said. "You're forgiven."

"And?" Officer Smith said, nudging Jared.

Jared glared at me. "I'm sorry for pulling a knife on you and for hitting you across the face."

"Don't worry about it," I said. "I don't blame you for trying to talk to her, but I won't let anyone talk about her the way you did."

He nodded, still angry. The officers removed the cuffs and he stormed off to his car and drove away quickly.

"You guys are free to go as well," Officer Smith informed us.

I shook his hand. "Thank you for your help."

"Not a problem, just doin' my job. Have a safe trip," he said and then he and his partner walked away. Jamie kissed me and then I walked around the front of the truck. I caught both officers taking another look at Jamie as they left. I grinned, knowing what I would most likely be doing with her later that night. 

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When we finally arrived in Oklahoma City, six hours later, we were wiped. Luckily it wasn't too late in the day, so we decided to nap before going out for dinner and drinks that night. While we stopped for lunch somewhere, I'd told Jamie that I wanted to take her out that night and she loved the idea. So, while we were stopped, she hopped on the fast-food joint's wifi and looked up some restaurants near the hotel. She spotted a place that raved of great sushi, and since we both love sushi, we decided that was where we would begin our night. After that we planned to just drive around until we saw a bar that looked like it'd be fun to hang out in.

When we pulled up to the hotel, she ran inside and checked us in. A big thunderstorm we weren't expecting had rolled in. We'd seen it in the distance, but we thought we'd beat it into town; we were wrong. A couple minutes later she returned with our key cards to our room. She directed me to the back of the hotel and we found enough parking spaces to accommodate the big truck like we had in Little Rock.

Our room was on the second floor this time. I grabbed my small bag and tossed it over my shoulder and ran behind her for the stairs. Even being under the protection of the roof didn't help; the stairs were still open to the elements at each landing between floors, so the heavy winds of the thunderstorm blasted us with the pouring rain. 

She reached the door first and opened it up. I dropped the bags inside and collapsed onto the bed.

"No! Don't get the bed wet!" she squealed with a laugh.

"Oops!" I said and quickly got back up. I took off my shirt and she did the same. She had on a simple black bra that barely contained her breasts. 

"Let's lay out our clothes to dry while we rest up for dinner."

I took the two chairs in the room and sat them next to each other and we began draping our clothes on them as we removed them. It was hard not to stare at her as she stripped off her soaking wet clothes. I picked up her black tank top and put it over the wooden back of the chair and did the same with my T-shirt. She then removed her skin tight jeans, but with difficulty. The rainwater had made them extra tight. 

She was beginning to lose her balance, trying to pull her feet out of them, so I knelt in front of her for support.

"Let me help you with that," I offered. She smiled down at me and placed her hands on my shoulders as I held the denim so she could pull her feet out. All that she had left on was her bra and matching bikini cut panties. She turned for me to show that they just barely covered her perfect bubble butt. She stopped, facing forward again, so I pulled off her underwear and she unclasped her bra. I kissed her thighs and she sighed.

"No, not now, love. Let's rest for now. It was a long drive."

"It wasn't that long," I chuckled. 

"Yes, but you also got in a fight this morning and the rumble of that truck engine puts me out like a light," she went on.

"Fair enough," I said and then picked up her clothes and spread them on the rest of the chair. 

"Now, you are way overdressed for our nap," she said and dropped to her knees. 

She unbuckled my belt and stared up at me the entire time she did. There was nothing more provocative than her gorgeous brown eyes staring up at me. I always got lost in them, like she was putting me under a spell. It was an unnecessary spell if she was. She then pulled off my wet jeans and draped them over the second chair and then did the same with my boxer briefs and then my socks. 




Jamie Ch. 03



When she stood up to head towards the bathroom, I grabbed her by the wrist. She looked at me expectantly and I pulled her towards me. I pushed her hair behind her ear on one side of her face and then slowly pulled her face closer to mine. I brushed my lips over hers softly; just barely close enough to kiss. I felt the heat of her breath, so I knew she could feel mine. Slowly and gently I pressed my lips against hers and she welcomed me with just the slightest lick from her tongue as our mouths opened just halfway. Mine met hers in the middle and seemed to embrace each other like our bodies were.

I felt my dick rising between her legs, but I knew we wanted to save it for later. We slowly pulled our lips apart and then our bodies as well.

"Wow," she whispered.

"Yeah," I agreed.

Her eyes opened and her two chocolate orbs met my hazel ones. She then slowly turned towards the bathroom, I followed. She stepped inside and grabbed a towel off the rack and handed it to me. She took another one off and began drying her hair. She looked so damn sexy with her hair wet like that. The natural curls clinging to her face because of the cold water that clung to her. I watched in a daze as she dried her body, seemingly in a trance of some sort. When she finished, her eyes locked on mine. She dropped her towel to the floor and I did the same. Her resolve to wait until later to fuck vanished.

She looked down at my stiff rod and said, "Fuck it. We can do it again later." Then she jumped into my arms, pressing my dick between our bellies and locking our lips together in a deep passionate kiss. I turned and walked towards the bed, barely affected by her slight frame. When my knees in the mattress I fell on top of her, our kisses deepening by the second. 

She reached down and grabbed my cock, directing it to its new home and I plunged deep inside her. Her legs wrapped tight around my waste and pulled me in as tight as she could. I did the same with her upper half in my arms. We couldn't get close enough.  

I was buried deep inside her, but we didn't move anything but our tongues for what seemed like hours. I slowly began to press my pelvis into her more and more until she began to loosen her grip on my hips with her legs. When she finally did, I was able to slide in and out of her again; but I kept it slow and only pulled out a couple of inches. Our first couple of times had been more passionate and lustful, but this time was different. More than just our bodies were connecting; our hearts and souls were becoming one it seemed. When I would re-enter her, I felt like I was inside her head, knowing exactly what she wanted. And this was what she wanted; slow and steady. So that's what I did. I repositioned us onto the bed so we were laying in the missionary position. Her hips slowly rising as mine came down. I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ears when we weren't lip-locked. Any thought I'd ever had about how sex should have been vanished in that moment as we connected deeper than either of us ever had with anyone before.

We rolled over once so she was on top and I softly caressed her back as she gyrated her hips with my cock deep inside her pussy. Then she sat up and that look of lust fill her eyes again, but it didn't replace the love that'd been there just a few minutes ago. I'd never seen such a perfect combination of the two. I told myself that this was what true desire looked like. She began to rise up and down on my pole faster and faster; her tits bouncing in time. She grabbed my hands, interlocking our fingers together and I held her up for support as she rode me like I was a fucking bucking bronco! Our skin slapped together loudly and was only drowned out by our moans and grunts. Soon her grunts became whimpers and her whimpers screams.

"Oh fuck!" she screamed as she bounced on my cock harder and fasters. I felt my orgasm building and with her eyes shut so tight, I knew hers was upon her as well. I let go of her hands and pulled her back down into a laying position on top of me.

"Hold on, I'm rolling us over," I warned her and as I rolled her legs wrapped around me one at a time. Once I was on top again, I rammed myself deeper and harder into her. Her screams escaped with each plunge forward into her depths. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, ffuuck, oh shhhhhhhiiiiiiit!" she screamed and I felt her tremble beneath me as her orgasm finally released. My balls tightened and my cum shot up my dick and into her pussy. I slid into her a few more times, releasing jet after jet of my seed into her. Then we collapsed breathing heavily as we caught our breath. She caressed the back of my head, running her long, thin fingers through my red hair and then down my neck and back

"Holy shit," I finally said when I caught my breath again.

"Did you know your skin breaks out in goose bumps when you cum?" she giggled.

I grinned and nodded.

"Did you ex tell you that?"

"She thought it was funny."

"Well, I think it's adorable," she said. 

I lifted my head and looked into her eyes. "I love you, Jamie."

"I love you, too, Jason."

I pulled out of her and then we curled up for a nap; spooning together, me behind her, wrapped tightly in my arms. I never wanted this trip to end. I never wanted my time with Jamie to end. In that moment, I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I thought about my savings and how much was in there. Not enough, I decided without even trying to do the math. I had to start saving up more after this trip. When we returned, I planned to ask her father for permission to marry her. We'd been friends for fourteen years, a long courtship wouldn't be necessary. But, I knew deep in my heart that this was the woman who was made especially for me and I was made for her. I thanked God for this treasure in my arms.



Jamie Ch. 04



I woke up at my usual time, despite not falling asleep until after four am. I looked over at Jamie as she slept. She was on her side facing the wall, and the sheet was between her legs. She was curled up slightly, with her ass toward me, and I could see her pink lips...the same lips that had surrounded my cock all night. 

My cock stiffened and begged me to press it between her lips and then push it deep inside her soft tight little pussy. That's all I could think about....how good it would feel to have my cock back inside her. I wanted to pound her pussy again so much, but I didn't. I forced myself to leave her alone so she could rest.

I showered and dressed and went to my office downstairs. I called the main office and put out a few fires and wrote letters and worked on a bid that was due the day after tomorrow. I was busy, but I couldn't get my mind off of Jamie lying upstairs. 

Luckily the phone rang, just as I was about to give in to my cock's urgings to wake her with it. I had some real world problems to solve and I worked on them for over an hour. It was almost noon when I put the phone down and took a breath.

As I leaned back into my chair I saw her standing against my door near the stairs.

"Morning baby."

"Good Morning Daddy."

"Did you sleep ok?"

She started toward me.

"Yes Daddy, but I had a dream last night."

"What was that?"

"I dreamed that you were in bed with me and that you stuck your big cock deep inside my little vagina."

"That's a nightmare, baby, not a dream. Come her and let Daddy comfort you."

I moved away from my desk and patted my legs, and she dutifully say on my lap. Well not exactly my lap. My cock, actually. It was hard from the moment i saw her leaning against the door in only her little pink thong and cut off t shirt.

"Here, here, baby. It's ok. There's nothing that can hurt my baby girl now. You're safe with daddy."

She snuggled against me and squirmed her ass against my cock, making it throb and pulse even harder than it was.

"Thank you Daddy, but you are wrong. There is something that is hurting me, and it is under my little bottom. It feels pretty hard, but it also feels alive and keeps moving. Do you have a pet snake in your pocket Daddy?"

"It's not a snake, baby."

"Can I see what it is Daddy? It acts like it wants out. Can I take it out Daddy?"

She didn't wait for an answer and slipped off of my lap and knelt next to my chair and slowly unzipped my jeans as she looked directly into my eyes. She reached inside and pulled my cock out. The veins were already raised and it throbbed in her hands like it was alive. She looked carefully at it as she started her long strokes. From the head to the base she stroked so smoothly and slowly. She loved to jack my cock, and I loved her doing it. She looked at me for approval.

"Yes, Jamie, that feels so good, but I want you to do something more for me."

"What Daddy?"

"Put your lips on the head and suck it a little like a popcycle, and then lick it like an icecream cone."

"You want me to suck your cock, Daddy. Is that what you want?"

"Yes honey, more than anything."

And with that, she leaned down and licked my cock head with her tongue extended. She flicked it across the mushroom head and then tried to stick her tongue into the hole and then she placed her lips around it and so very slowly tightened them around my cock.

She stopped for a moment and looked up at me. I feebly smiled down at her, and I could see a grin forming on her face. Then she moved down on my cock pulling it deeper into her mouth. Oh God, that felt so great. Her hot little mouth was sucking as her lips tightened and loosed around my cock, and her eyes kept looking at me for approval. 

And I did approve. My cock grew and pulsed between her lips and she could feel my hot meat throbbing as she continued to suck and lick and eat my cock. She was so beautiful then. Her pretty face, so innocent looking but with her mouth full of my cock. Her lips were stretched over my shaft and when she turned a little I could see my cockhead pushing her cheek out.

I took her head in my hands and I started to move her, to set a pace. She understood and started to bob her head up and down with my hands controlling the speed. I released her and she continued to fuck her mouth with my cock. When she raised up, the saliva from her mouth shone on my cock's shaft, and when she sucked it deep into her mouth she seemed to be almost ready to gag. 

I needed to cum so much. My balls were full and I was ready, but I couldn't stand to let this end, so I fought off the urge as long as possible. But I lost that battle and I soon gave in and I felt that warm liquidy feeling rising up from my balls and then I felt it travel through my shaft and I grabbed her head and held her tight as my cum shout back against her throat. 

She fought my hands and tried to pull back for a breath but I held her and my cum spurted again and again and again. Her lips parted and my cum flowed out and down her chin. I released her head and she pulled back for a gulp of air, and then she went back down and sucked the head, trying to coax more cum out.

My cock gave her all I had in my balls, and then as the remaining cum ozzed out and then dripped out as she stroked it out, she licked every drop up and then she licked her fingers off like it was some delicious treat.

And when my cock was relaxing, she licked it all over, washing it lovingly with her tongue and then as the last gesture, she pulled it back deep into her mouth and carressed my balls as my cock sat snug between her lips.

I slumped exhausted in my chair, even though I had done nothing except hang on.

She stood up and then leaned over to me and I took her in my arms and kissed her lips. I don"t like the idea of eating cum, but I needed to kiss her to show my appreciation. 

"I'm glad you liked that Daddy. I did too."

"My God baby, you are the best I have ever known."

She blushed at the idea that I would compare her with her mom and other women. 

"Can I fix you some lunch?" she asked.

"That would be great, but I'll go help you."

We went upstairs into the kitchen and started gathering sandwich stuff. We laughed as we fixed our lunch and we sat at the breakfast bar as we ate. She told me about her classes and some of her classmates and we had a great time, laughing at some of the things that she saw other students do.

When we finished, she gathered the plates and glasses and took them to the sink, while I put the food away. She started to rinse the dishes off before putting them in the dishwasher, and I went to her and put my arms around her waist and kissed her neck, just like I had kissed her mother's many times.

"I love you Jamie."

"I love you Daddy."

She turned to me and we kissed hard and deep and passionately, and I pulled her to me as tight as I could, wanting to have her a part of me. And she raised up to me on her toes and she felt my cock starting to get hard again. I slumped down, until I felt it press into her lower stomach between her legs.

I cupped her pantied ass and lifted her up. She pulled her legs around my waist as I help her up with my hands. She held my neck with one arm and fumbled with my zipper with the other hand, until my cock sprang out. I shifted her a little and she slid her panty over so my cock could slip into her pussy. 

I felt my cock slide deeper and deeper into her wet little pussy...so tight and soft. It had the texture and softness of velvet around my cock. Every sensor of my body was focused on my cock. I lifted her up and then lowered her back down on my cock, impaling her with every stroke. 

I could feel her hot breath on my neck, and she moaned and groaned every time I lowered her onto my cock. I moved to a chair and sat down and she braced herself and started to bounce up and down, faster and faster. Her face was contorted as she grimaced under the pleasure.

She fucked herself on my cock for over twenty minutes, and when she finally collapsed onto me, we were both soaked in sweat. She lay on my chest for a few minutes before climbing off and staggering to the bathroom.

I took another shower and changed clothes again.

She stayed in the bathroom for a long time, and I went to make sure that she was alright.

"Yes Daddy. I am in the bathtub, relaxing, and getting my strength back. Can we do some more?"

"Yes baby. We can do some more." 



Jamie Ch. 04



I woke from the nap, still unclothed and still with my arms wrapped snuggly around her body. Her long, curly brown hair smelled of vanilla; which was by far my favorite scent. Either she knew this about me, or she loved vanilla too. But either way, we were beginning to fit together. But then I started thinking about it and wondered what I knew about her. She seemed to know things or learn things from others about me, but here I was just floating along, hoping she loved me back. Although, that was one thing I knew for sure; she did love me. Ever since the night before, I knew she loved me. 

It was now my mission to spend the rest of my life learning all I could about Jamie. I kissed her shoulder and slipped my arms from around her. I decided I wanted to go for a walk and just think and sort out all that had happened the past twenty-four hours or so. I went into the shower to wash the results of sex off of me. The water became hot pretty quickly, so I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over me. I thought back to my shower last night, how I'd jerked off to just the thought of fucking Jamie, and then an hour or so later, it happened! How quickly your life can change, whether for the worse or the better. Thankfully mine was changing for the better. The best it's ever been!

"Jason?" Jamie said, interrupting my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I said poking my head out from behind the curtain.

"You scared me for a second. I didn't know where you'd gone."

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't want to wake you."

"Well, I'm awake now," she said with a smile. Could this girl not get enough?

"Wanna join me in the shower?"

Her response was to jump in with me, kissing me passionately.

"No sex, though. We need to get dinner," she said.

A part of me was disappointed, but another part of me was thankful. I wasn't sure how much my penis could take in a day. I wasn't used to so much sexual attention; my ex-wife barely let me near her. 

"What time is it?" I asked.

"The clock said five-thirty when I woke up."

"Oh, then it's definitely nearing dinnertime, huh?"

"Yes it is, and I'm starved."

We washed each other quickly and then she brought her toiletry bag into the bathroom, kicking me out to dress in the main part of the room. I'd packed a set of nicer clothes, hoping to take her out on a nice date at least once on the trip. I pulled out a pair of black slacks and a blue, long sleeved button up shirt. It was part of the suit my father had bought for me the last Christmas he was with us. He took me and my brothers to get new suits. He claimed it wasn't for his funeral, but looking back I wondered if he'd been lying to keep our spirits up. He truly believed he'd be healed, but the cancer took him quicker than we all expected. 

I pulled out the blue tie that matched my shirt to finish off the ensemble. Just as I finished tying it in the mirror, Jamie stepped out of the bathroom. She was wearing a tight black dress that hung to every sexy curve of her body. My jaw dropped and my eyes grew wide. Her hair framed her face perfectly, growing wavy as it fell down to her shoulders. How did I get to be so lucky?

"What?" she asked self-consciously.

"You look amazing," I told her.

"Aw," she said. "You're sweet."

She stepped up and straightened my tie.

"You look pretty good yourself, handsome," she said.

I blushed but locked that compliment away. I rarely got compliments about my looks, especially not from women as gorgeous as Jamie. As she walked towards me, she did a slow twirl to show off everything. Her dress exposed some of her back with a U shape cut to her mid back. Her milky white skin stood in stark contrast to the little black dress. The hem of the dress ended just a couple of inches past her beautiful ass. I wanted nothing more than to rip that thing off of her and fuck her on the spot, but I knew good things came to those who wait. 

"Shall we?" I asked, offering my arm. She hooked her arm into mine and then hugged my arm. "Do you have a coat?" I asked. 

"Oh, yeah!" she said and returned to her bag, pulling out a light, black coat. She also grabbed an umbrella. 

"You packed an umbrella?" I asked her.

"Honey, we're in the south in the middle of summer. You never know when you might need an umbrella," she laughed.

I chuckled. "Fair enough. Let's go get some sushi."

"Mmmm," she moaned and then we left the hotel. 

We found the little sushi restaurant. It was a very classy place, so I was glad I had packed a shirt and tie for this very occasion. Looking around the dimly lit dining room I saw that everyone there was dressed to impress. 

"Hi there!" the cute, bubbly hostess greeted us. "Just the two of you?"

"Yep!" I said happily. 

She looked down at her map of the restaurant layout and then did a quick survey of the dining room. "Right this way," she said and I followed her with Jamie on my arm. I looked around and noticed that many of the customers in the restaurant were watching as we passed by. I got a couple subtle nods from some impressed older gentlemen there with their wives. 

"Will this be okay?" the hostess asked, taking us to a small booth in the corner. We had windows on either wall so we could see the sun setting on the horizon. 

"It's perfect, thank you," I told her and we slid into the half-circle booth.

"Candice will be your server; she will be with you shortly."

"Thanks," I said with a smile and the hostess returned to her station at the front.

"This is a nice place," Jamie said.

"Yes, it is."

"Can we afford this?" she whispered.

I looked at her, feigning offense. "Are you insinuating that I can't afford nice things for you?"

"No! I didn't mean-"

I laughed. "Jamie, relax. I've been saving up quite a bit with my job. I wanted to take you out on at least one nice dinner on this trip."

"Did you know something would happen between us?" she asked suspiciously.

"I had no idea what would happen. But, I was hoping something would. I didn't expect great sex, but I did hope for the start of something great together."

She smiled at me lovingly. "You took a really big chance," she stated. "It's about time."

"Thank you?" I said, unsure of the comment.

"No, I'm glad you did! I was hoping you would make some kind of move. All those times we briefly got to see each other when we were in town back home, I could tell you liked me. Especially that time when you first admitted you'd had feelings for me in the past," she explained.

I was blown away! I had no idea she'd known for so long. Why hadn't I taken a chance sooner? How long ago was that day at Starbucks? Shit, I couldn't remember. It was probably five or six years ago! And I'd secretly pined over her for longer than that. My ex-wife had known I'd liked Jamie in the past, and it was for that reason she wouldn't allow me to invite her to our wedding. Lisa had some issues with her own insecurity which made her very controlling. Even the end of our relationship was on her terms. 

You see, I'd been single for a good seven and a half years when I met Lisa and I thought I'd never meet anyone. For me, she was someone to rescue from a shitty relationship. Looking back now, I think that she was the problem much less than her boyfriend had been. Yeah, he flirted with other girls, but that was about it. It was wrong, in my opinion, but it was nothing compared to the shit she probably put him through. Part of me still wants to contact him and apologize for how I treated him when they finally broke up.

I tried breaking it off with Lisa twice before we got married. Once was a couple weeks after we got engaged! She had these patterns she would fall into with constantly having to have a comment about everything and having to always be right. Yeah, it sounds petty on the surface, but she didn't do it with just me. She got into fights and arguments with my family too. I would defend her to them and then try and explain what she did wrong. She would call me a hypocrite and a liar, but all I was trying to do was keep peace between her and my family. Yeah, I had some anger issues, but I'd been getting better with keeping it under control until I started dating her. She just knew how to push people's buttons. It was a really unhealthy relationship and I wanted out.

Like I said, I tried breaking up with her, but she was so manipulative, she knew how to turn things around and make me feel like the bad guy. So, I would give her another chance to prove I could be someone who could love her no matter what, and she promised to change as long as I would communicate when she was upsetting or hurting me. It would go great for a few months, and then almost like a switch, she'd go right back to the same old shit. But when we got married, it was only a few months after my father had died, and I was honestly afraid of being alone. I was in my late twenties, my dad had died at 51, and I was afraid I didn't have much time left to start a family of my own. I saw her as my only option. At that time, I didn't know Jamie had always known about my secret feelings for her. But then Lisa started cheating on me. The last time was partly my fault.

Our friend, Adam, the older brother to Lisa's Maid of Honor, and close friend of ten years, was going on a road trip to see his sister. Lisa wanted to go, and just to have a couple weeks to myself, I agreed. It happened to begin right at our first anniversary. She got upset for not saying "Happy Anniversary" the morning of, but I'd been driving for work when we were texting that morning. And to be honest, I forgot that it was even a Tuesday let alone the 12th of June. But I responded with, "You're mad at me for not wishing you a happy anniversary while you're on a road trip with another guy?"

When she returned from the road trip she was very distant with me. And after a week of that, I got fed up and finally got it out of her. She wanted a divorce. I said, "Okay then" and that's where things ended for us. It was a quick divorce, and only a few short months later, I decided I wanted out of Colorado and to be back with my family. I missed them and wanted to rebuild my relationship with them. 

Shortly after that I saw Jamie again, right before Christmas, and that's what rekindled my feelings for her. 

"Jason?" Jamie snapped my back to reality.

"Yeah? I'm sorry; I didn't realize I'd gone somewhere there."

"Are you okay?" she asked.

My eyes locked with hers. "I am now," I said, grabbing her hand.

She blushed slightly and smiled. "You can tell me about what you were thinking after we order."

I hadn't noticed that Candice was standing there. Man, I must have really slipped away for a moment. I looked up, slightly embarrassed and laughed. Candice gave a nervous laugh in return. I apologized and we made our orders. We ordered five didn't rolls to split between us; two salmon rolls, some sort of crab rolls, tuna and shrimp tempura. She ordered a glass of wine and I got a tall Jack and Coke.

"So," Jamie said once we ordered our sushi. "What made you space out so much?"

"Just bad memories of Lisa, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. It was only a year ago. It was a big part of your life, even if it was painful."

"I just don't like thinking about her, especially now that we're together."

"I know, but I don't want you to think you can't think about that part of your life. It all happened while your dad was sick, too," she said getting slightly choked up and grabbing my hand. Her family has been close with mine for years, so the death of my father affected her and the rest of her family too. 

"Thanks," I said. She was such a graceful woman. And more than just physically since, aside from being a foster care counselor, she was also a dance instructor. She did ballet when she was younger, but now focuses more on ballroom dancing, especially for weddings. She had a graceful heart so full of love and compassion. It was hard to find a flaw in her. Although, her mother did mention that Jamie was a little high maintenance. If that was all that was wrong with her, then I could deal with that. When my marriage was ending, my mother had told me that I needed a "princess to dote on", and I was pretty sure that was Jamie. I think I will enjoy maintaining her. 

"So, if you are okay talking about it, I'd like to know what happened," she said.

"Really?" I asked her, confused. I sat back a little, blown away at her request.

"Well, if we're going to be together, it's a good idea we know each other's history in relationships and the things we've learned from them. Since I haven't been married and haven't really had a serious boyfriend, I don't have much to share, really. Hell, I'm not even sure exactly why things didn't work out with guys in the past. I think things just didn't seem to fit; things just weren't right, you know?"

I nodded. "I knew things were wrong with Lisa before we were even together. I told her we wouldn't work as anything other than friends, and I said that while she was dating her last boyfriend."

"Then why did you pursue things?"

I sighed. "She was someone to rescue. I got the opportunity to be her knight in shining armor. Her boyfriend seemed to be a douche and I got to stand up to him for her. It caused some drama that eventually forced us to leave the church we met at and served in, but, at the time, she seemed worth it. Also, I hadn't been in a relationship for seven and a half years."

"And she was the first girl to show interest in you," she said, understanding.

"Exactly. But four months later, I tried breaking it off with her..." I told her the story of the relationship up until the divorce. I even talked about some of the crazy shit Lisa tried to pull during the three month ordeal. I was grateful to Colorado for having such a quick process. It started early July and ended late October. 

"Wow. You went through hell with her."

"Well, according to me and my family, I was married to Satan. So, life could only get better."

She laughed. "I didn't like her much the brief moment I got to meet her at your dad's memorial service. She just wasn't very pleasant and seemed a little more attached to your dad than she should have. I mean, she didn't know him that well or for very long either."

"Exactly. Yeah, it didn't take much for my dad to make an impact on someone, but with all the shit she put me through, I don't know how she would think that my dad liked her as much as she thinks he did. If he had been healthy the whole time, he probably would have been able to convince me not to marry her. My mom would have too, if she hadn't had to deal with him being sick as well. She had way too much to take care of than my problems."

I sighed and dropped my cloth napkin on the table. Most of the sushi was gone by now anyway. 

"I should have been stronger," I said, feeling angry with myself.

"Hey," she said soothingly, grabbing both my hands with hers. I couldn't help but look into her loving eyes, but I was tearing up. It'd been a while since I'd talk to someone about my failed marriage. "Don't beat yourself up. You made mistakes, but she was a bitch who cheated on you. You forgave her every time and took her back. Not many guys would do that. You are a good man. You loved her as much as you possibly could. Shit, probably more than anyone ever could."

"Probably not as much as Adam."

"The guy she went on the road trip with?"

I nodded.

"They're together still?"

"As far as I know."

"Well, good luck to him," she said and we laughed.

When we quieted back down I kept smiling at her. "You are an amazing woman, you know that?"

She blushed a lot that time. "Stop it. I can't be that great. No guy has ever been able to stick around. My dad always said they weren't good enough anyway."

"Then I guess I'm in trouble," I half-joked.

She sighed. "That's something we're going to work on with you," she said.

"What?"

"Your self-confidence."

It was my turn to sigh. "Yeah, I know. I've never been very good with that."

"Well, that should be changing. If I'm as amazing as you think I am, and you have my heart already, then you have no reason to not feel good about yourself."

She had a good point. "Plus, I saw the looks almost every guy in here was giving you. Some gave me very impressed nods and looks of approval."

"See, there you go! You're with a beautiful woman wanted by others who can't and won't ever have her."

My smile grew. Jamie was becoming not just what I wanted, but more than I knew I needed. I just hoped I could do the same for her.

"I love you, Jamie."

She smiled and scooted around the circular booth and then kissed me. It was a sweet and loving kiss, but it became more seductive when I felt her hand grab my slowly hardening cock. I about jumped up in excitement and fucked her right there.

She laughed and then said, "I love you too, Jason. What do you say we get out of here and go back to our room?"

I looked and our server just happened to be walking by. I caught her attention, asked for the bill and turned back to Jamie, kissing her deeply. A couple minutes later our server returned with our bill, I laid down more than enough cash, took Jamie by the hand and we nearly ran out of the restaurant. It was a quick drive back to the hotel in her little sedan. We didn't waste any time getting up to our room either. We ran as fast as we could in my dress shoes and her black Stilettos. 

"Ladies first," I gestured with my hand to the stairs.

"Yeah, just so you can stare at my ass all the way up?"

"Who says there are no perks to being a gentleman?" I winked.

"Touché," she said and then hurried up the stairs. And, yes, I did stare at her perfect, round butt ahead of me. How could I not?

We got to the door and I pulled my key card from my pocket and slid it into the slot as her arms wrapped around my neck and she pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. I grabbed her ass with my free hand and opened the door with my other. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist and grinding her pussy into my growing cock. I grabbed on to her other butt-cheek as I carried her through the doorway and into our temporary love-nest.

I turned towards the bed, and once my knees touched it, I let us fall onto the mattress, pinning my rod against her. She reached for my tie and fumbled with it in the dark, loosening it from my neck. Once it was free, she threw it to the side, lost in the darkness of the room. Next she went for the buttons of my shirt, undoing them frantically, one by one. 

I slid my hands up to her shoulders and pulled on the silky fabric of her dress, pulling at the shoulders. Once she got the last button of my shirt undone, I began to peal her skin tight dress from her body, kissing the flesh that was slowly being revealed to me. It's true what they say about losing one sense and the others working harder to compensate. The darkness took away a lot of our sight, so the sensation of her skin on my lips was nearly doubled. Her skin was so soft and so hot to the touch, it was electric. 

The scent of her sweet perfume invaded my nostrils as the musky scent of her wetness crept up to my nose, creating an intoxicating aroma. I stopped at her breasts, licking and flicking her nipples with my tongue. The salt of her skin seemed to increase my desire for her as I moved from one breast to the other. As I focused on her tits, I slid her dress down further, stopping at her hips.

I rose back up to her face and she pushed my shirt off of my shoulders. I shrugged out of it, discarding it somewhere in the empty darkness around us. I lowered my face to hers and her arms laced around my neck once again. We held each other tightly as we began another make-out session. We rolled over so she was on top of me and she sat up, startling me just below the waist. She gyrated her hips, grinding her pussy into my still covered dick. If she kept that up, I'd be jizzing in my pants any moment. I concentrated on breathing and holding back the need to cum as much as possible as she continued her gyrations. 




Jamie Ch. 04



"I think someone wants to come out and play," she teased.

"Yes, he does," I confessed for my prick. 

"Maybe we should let him out."

"I think he'd like that."

She planted her hands on my chest and then slid her body down to the floor where she knelt on the floor between my legs. Her hands slid down my torso, resting at my waistline. She unbuckled my belt and slid if from my black slacks. A couple seconds later I heard it snap. My heart began to race as I realized it was a leather on leather snap. My mind raced with thoughts wondering what she planned to do with my belt. Was I into spanking? I knew I'd like to spank her ass, but did I want mine slapped as well? I didn't get to find out, though. She giggled and I heard the belt hit the floor. A part of me sighed in relief, but there was still a nagging thought, wondering if it would have been a turn-on. 

Jamie unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down. The heat of her skin so close to my member was pushing me close to the edge. If she didn't hurry, my orgasm would blast before we got to fuck! In one swift movement, she pulled my pants and boxer-briefs off of me. Suddenly the cool touch of her hands wrapped around my pole, slowly warming up from the heat I was generating. With slow strokes she began to jerk me off. Surprisingly, my pecker found a second wind, holding back the orgasm that was about to commence.

I sat up, wanting to remove the rest of her dress before she went any farther with me.

"Let's get this off of you," I said, pulling her to her feet. Moonlight began to spill in through the slightly parted curtains. The storm clouds had finally cleared. The silvery-blue light made her curves seem so much more defined because of the shadows that were cast. I slid the dress down over her hips and it fell to the floor where she stepped out with one foot and kicked it away with the other. 

Leaning forward, I licked her tight tummy, teasing her belly button. Her knees buckled slightly but I held her up with my hands firmly on her ass. Slowly kissing and licking my way further south, I pulled her closer until she was resting her knees against the mattress. I scooted back on the bed, pulling her with me. She climbed up, with her knees planted firmly on the mattress, giving me perfect access to her snatch. Her legs were spread as she straddled my lower half. I planted my face in her pussy and began eating her out. Her fingers ran through my hair as she held onto the back of my head. 

Her stomach expanded and contracted as her breaths became more and more labored. I then pulled her with me as I fell back onto the soft mattress of the queen sized bed. She fell forward, smashing my face with her hot, wet pussy and catching herself on the head board that thudded against the wall. 

"Oh, God. Ohmygod," she repeated. "Stop, stop, stop. Jason, wait."

I stopped my attack on her pussy and let go of her. She turned around and positioned her pussy back over my face. I grabbed onto her hips and pulled my head up to burry myself in her depths. Then her lips wrapped around my cock where she went to town on me and I reciprocated. Her blowjob felt so great I began to moan into her pussy. She did the same as she blew my cock. I wasn't sure how much more I could take, but I held back as much as I possibly could. Then I realized it was pointless. We still had three more days left of our trip, plus, the night was still young. 

Her hips bucked slightly as I ate her out and mine did the same, fucking her face as she sucked me off. My balls tightened as she began playing with them and at the same time, her pussy contracted around my tongue as I tongue-fucked her. The next moment her pussy juices were flowing over my face as stream after stream of my cum shot up into her mouth. She sucked every drop from my pole as I lapped up her juices. I never thought I would enjoy the taste of pussy; I sure hated it with my wife.

She pulled herself off of me and then crawled up to lay down next to me. She kissed me on the cheek and then cuddled up with me as I wrapped my arm around her. I reached over to the nightstand next to the bed and felt the box of tissues. Pulling out a few I wiped up my face and then pulled Jamie in closer to me. Our breathing calmed down as we came off of our sexual high. 

"Jason?" Jamie said sounding both satisfied but a little tepid at the same time.

"Yes, my love?"

I could feel the muscles in her cheeks rise in a smile at my response. "Why did you decide to pursue a relationship with me now?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, lightly stroking her shoulder with my fingertips.

"Well, why now and not sooner?" she asked.

"Honestly," I started and paused to collect my thoughts. She waited patiently for me to explain further. "I could make all kinds of excuses. You and my brother were close for a long time; we're four years apart in age, which seems a lot worse the younger you are."

"True. I remember a few years ago you telling me that you had liked me when we were a lot younger."

"Yeah, that first time was when I was sixteen and you were twelve."

She laughed. "Yeah, my dad would have flipped."

"I know. He's always kind of scared me. Even when I approached him before this trip to ask for his permission to pursue a relationship I was scared."

"You did that?" she asked.

"I did. Why do you think I ended up being the one who was available to help you move? He apparently trusts me more than I ever thought. Not only did he give his permission to date you, he told you that none of them could make it so I would be your only other option."

"Wow," she said. "That was very clever of you guys."

"Thanks."

"So, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Right," I said and thought about her question again. "The only real reason I never pursued something sooner was because I didn't think you would ever be interested in me."

"Why would you think that?"

"Well, look at you," I said gesturing at the mirror on the wall facing our bed. "You are absolutely gorgeous and then look at me."

She looked up at me and I looked down, our eyes locking on each other. "You are a great looking guy, Jason."

I blushed but didn't say anything. Even though I was with the girl of my dreams, I still didn't think much of my appearance.

"I can tell you've trimmed down too. Even since the last time we saw each other."

"Well, it was because of your last trip out that I decided to get into better shape. You were one of my driving reasons for it."

She kissed me. "You're sweet. It didn't matter to me that you were a little overweight."

"So, you're saying that if I had asked you out then, you would have said yes?"

She thought about it for a minute. "Probably not."

"I didn't think so."

"Jason, it had nothing to do with you. Well, not really. I actually thought you liked my friend that was there. Not to mention I was living in a different state and never thought I'd move back so soon."

"You thought I liked, what's her name?"

She laughed. "Lana. And yes, she's very pretty."

"I guess," I said. Lana was very pretty, but I still thought Jamie was much more beautiful.

"You guess?"

"Jamie, you're the only one I really noticed that day. Sure, she was cute and friendly and was great at making conversation, but she's got nothing on you."

"Aww," she kissed me on the cheek again and then I turned my head towards hers and kissed her on the lips. "You're sweet," she said.

"I was telling you the truth."

"I know," she said and sunk back down to rest her head on my chest. We laid there in silence until we both drifted off to sleep.



Jamie Ch. 05



I went downstairs to my office as Jamie bathed. I was tempted to help her wash her back, but knew where that would lead, and I wanted to save my strength for a little later. It had been a long time since I felt as excited as I had that day, and I was surprised that I had the virility that I did. She really turned me on and made me desperate for her.

I was able to finish a bid I had to submit the day after tomorrow before she came downstairs. She was dressed in a pink dress and had anklets and a pair of black patent leather shoes on. She had found a bow and had pulled her hair back and had fastened it in the back. She was breathtaking.

"What do you have in mind, hon?"

"I thought we could go out for dinner and maybe dancing. I know how much you used to like to."

She was right. I loved dancing, but her mom hated to, and so I had given up that pleasure also. I was eager to go, especially with such a stunning young woman. I shut the computer down and followed her upstairs. Every step she took teased me as I watched her firm legs and ass above me. By the time I was at the top of the stairs, my cock was hard and trying to persuade me to keep her home.

As we drove to the Hacienda, she found a radio station that she liked as she moved to the music. I watched as her skirt slipped up revealing her thighs just above her knees. I had trouble concentrating on the road as I watch her seductively swaying. She saw me looking at her legs and smiled at me and then started slowly raising her skirt.

I almost choked when I saw her skirt reveal her pussy. She wasn't wearing any panties. She smiled a wicked and coy grin and in response, I reached over and slipped my hand between her legs. She parted them enough for me to slide my hand up to her pussy. As I rubbed her, she slid down in the seat and pulled her right knee up against the door and shifted her left leg toward me.

Her skirt was almost to her waist as she lay spread with her pussy available to my looks and touches. I was so tempted to pull the car over to the side of the road and fuck her right there, but there was far too much traffic and my senses overrode my cock's desires.

"Play with your pussy for me baby."

"Yes, Daddy."

She placed her hands on each leg and slowly and seductively moved them until the covered her pussy. Then she took a lip in each hand and pulled them apart, so that I could see the pink wetness that they guarded. She released them, and they stayed slightly apart, like the petals of some beautiful and exotic flower. 

Her fingers began to rub up and down her labia, inside and then outside and then back inside. A finger circled her clit and outlined it slowly. Her eyes closed and even over the car radio, I could hear her moans of pleasure. As she worked on her clit, she took another finger and probed inside her pussy, slowly rubbing it up and down inside, and then she probed and felt inside with two fingers.

I struggled to remember that I was driving as I watched her finger her pussy and frantically rub her clit.

My cock threatened to rip my slacks apart, so I unzipped my fly, and it pushed up to the opening. I pulled the slot in my boxers apart and released my cock into the hot sultry sexy atmosphere in the car. It was so thick, I could almost feel it all around us. I breathed it deeply and it intoxicated me with the lust and need that filled my nose.

My hand filled with my cock and I stroked it as I watched Jamie and tried to drive. She looked over to see my cock aimed at her and she took a hand from her pussy and replaced mine. She squeezed my cock and stroked it with long smooth strokes in time with her other hand which now pushed her fingers in and out of her pussy. Faster and faster she went, and I humped against her hand and she heaved her body up also as she masturbated us both in sync.

I felt my balls tighten, and she could tell from my groans that I was near, and she pumped harder and faster, and flailed her pussy equally frantically, and then I felt my cum start to pass up through my cock, and I saw it arc up and out onto my pant leg and onto the floor. She moaned as she continued stroking and rubbing and she started pulling her legs together and then apart as she too started to cum. Her hand cupped her pussy and slowly rubbed it and caressed it to a calm release.

As my need subsided and my cock finished shooting and leaking cum all over my pants and the car seat and floor, I started looking for something to clean up the mess. We both looked at each other and laughed hysterically. She still had her dress up and my cock hung limply onto the seat between my legs as we turned off the expressway onto the street where the Hacienda was located.

I stopped on the side of the road a block away, as we tried to straighten ourselves up. When we were reasonably clean, I drove into the parking lot and parked.

"You are such a naughty girl," I said as I pulled her to me and kissed her.

"Yes Daddy, and you love me for that." 

"I've always loved you Jamie, but loving you for that is new."

She smiled and took my hand and pressed it against her chest so I could feel her heart.

We got out and went into the restaurant. Neither of us had been here before, but it had a reputation as having excellent food, great music and a clientele that was er..ah...shall we say...lustful. The club was the home of a local swingers club, and was almost notorious as a meat market. I brought Jamie there because whatever we did together wouldn't appear unusual or out of place, not because I was looking.

We were seated near the little pool on the opposite side from where the band was setting up. Plants formed a little grotto like shelter around the table. All of the tables were similarly shielded. I smiled to myself.

A server appeared with water and bread, and soon the waiter brought menus. We looked for a few minutes and then we he returned we ordered. I also requested a bottle of wine, per the sommelier's suggestion. She ordered a mineral water. 

We talked about her classes and she told me about her life's plans in more detail, and I was fascinated to hear her tell me things that were so well thought out. I admired her for her intelligence and wisdom, and as I watched her expressive face, I was caught up also by her beauty. She was radiant and her eyes danced and shone with the joy of youth and its exuberance.

The food arrived and we ate and I looked around and sneaked her a glass of wine, although no one was around. I did it more for the drama effect than because I had to. She giggled at the absurdity of that, and we relaxed and teased each other. 

I felt her hand on my leg and I reached for her and pulled her closer to me, and left my arm around her. Her hand dropped on my thigh and she moved it up until she pressed it against my crotch. I felt her feeing the outline of my cockhead, and then it began to stiffen and fill her hand through my slacks. Her squeezing and rubbing caused it to stretch out more, and soon it throbbed and pulsed in her hand. 

I reached across with my other hand and felt her tits, pinching her nipples gently and then I unbuttoned the top and placed my hand on her breast flesh. I cupped her breasts and fondled them and pulled and pinched her nipples. She tightened the grip on my cock everytime I flicked her nipple in a certain way, so I concentrated on that and she soon sighed and leaned toward my face.

Her open mouth was soon covered by mine and I sucked her tongue and kissed her lips hard and passionately. She slid off of her chair and pressed her body on top of mine. I moved away from the table and held her to me, as we kissed and felt each other.

The music started sometime as we were pawing and groping each other. I was glad for the noise, as we were groaning and moaning louder by the minute.

I unzipped my slacks and freed my cock again, and she immediately grabbed it and bent down and sucked it back against her throat, like she was famished. She sucked and pulled my cock as deep as she could, and I could hear her gagging and choking on it, but she continued as if it was a quest that she had to compete. And I leaned back and fed her my cock. I watched as my beautiful baby dropped to her knees in that ultimate tribute, and sucked away on my cock like an alley whore.

And that thought ran around in my mind and it made my cock even harder. For a moment, I visualized my sweet daughter, so primly dress and so innocent in appearance, as a street whore. She had assumed the posture as she knelt there, her makeup smeared, her mouth full of my cock, and her eyes fixed on mine for approval. 

I took her head in my hands and I held her tight as I started to pump my cock in and out of her lips. Faster and harder I fucked her mouth, and I know she saw my eyes change from those of her loving dad to those of a john, eager to abuse this whore's mouth and get his money's worth. 

Her eyes widened as I rammed my cock, more savagely into ther face. My hand gripped her head tight, and I heard my voice telling her things I coudn't imagine saying to her.

"Take this cock, you slut. Yes you cunt, eat my hot meat. Open those whorey lips and get ready for my cum, you worthless bitch."

I don't know where that came from, but the words served to drive her on, and she sucked me harder, and she became that whore that I had just made her, and she coaxed my cock to stiffen and pulled it cock deeper in her mouth and held it there as I shot my hot load down her throat. She gagged and choked but refused to release my cock from her soft palate's grip. She held it until I had drained all of my cum out. 

Then she took my cock in her hands and I watched as she very deliberately licked it slowly up and down the shaft, and then sucked the head between her lips. She squeezed her hands around the shaft and stroked it from the base to the head and as drops were milked out, she licked them off by flicking her tongue against the opening.

When she could cause no more, she washed my cock off with her tongue, and put it back in my slacks, zipped them up and stood up. She pulled her skirt down and buttoned her top and pulled her shoes back on.

"I'm going to freshen up Daddy, then can we dance?"

"Yes baby, we're gonna dance alright," I smiled as I watched her walk away." We're gonna dance all night." 



Jamie Ch. 05



Thank you to all of you voting on my story. I truly hope you're enjoying it's progression. Please, leave any comments and suggestions for their future. It's taking me longer to get chapters out now because I want this story to be well written and to be about more than just great sex. I'm always open to constructive criticism and opinions of how the story is coming along. Thank you for your support! And a personal thank you to Scott_Free for his kind words of encouragement. If you haven't checked out his series "A Back Rub For Julia" and "Three Is A Magic Number" I greatly encourage you to! 

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I was woken by her stirring and then noticed she was getting out of bed. The bathroom door opened and then the light turned on and for one glorious second, I saw Jamie's beautiful silhouette before she quickly shut the door behind her. Smiling contentedly, I slipped down into the bedcovers into a more comfortable sleeping position. I glanced at the clock and it announced it was 11:30. With a drive to Albuquerque in the morning, some sleep would be a good idea.

Just as I closed my eyes, Jamie's smartphone on the nightstand began playing some sort of folksy acoustic song I didn't recognize. Jamie liked a lot of indie type musicians I hadn't heard of. She would sometimes post YouTube videos on Facebook, and I would check them out. She definitely had some good taste in music.

I turned on the light, got up and saw that it was her mother calling. Being fairly close with her family, I answered it. 

"Hey Cynthia," I said.

"Oh, hey, Jason. Is Jamie there?"

"She actually just stepped into the bathroom."

"Oh," she laughed. "Could you have her call me when she gets out?"

"Of course!" I said.

"Thanks. How's the trip going? We haven't heard from you guys. Have you called or texted your mom?"

I froze for a second. "No, I haven't. We've been having a great time, though. I guess we just sort of lost track of things. I'll shoot her a quick text in a minute."

"Good. So..." Cynthia said in a knowing tone.

"Yes?" I pretended to be confused.

"Oh, never mind, I'll just talk to Jamie," she said, laughing again.

"Okay," I said, confused this time. I heard the toilet flush and then Jamie stepped out of the bathroom. "Oh, here she is."

"Oh, thank you, Jason."

"You're welcome, Cynthia," I said and handed the phone to Jamie. 

Right as I had said her mother's name, her face went from a confused scrunched up look to a look of understanding of why I was talking on her phone. She also looked a little nervous about her mother calling. 

"Hi, Mom, what's up? ....Oh, I'm sorry. We've just been having a great time on our trip, we've been a little distracted....Yes, he's been a perfect gentleman..."she laughed and then stopped for her mother's next question. "Actually, yeah! It just kinda came out the first night," she continued and winked at me. "I'm happy too, Mom....I'm sure she will be!" She mouthed, "Your Mom" to me. I grinned and let her continue her conversation with a little more privacy. 

I retrieved my phone from my pants on the floor and saw that I had two missed calls; both from my mother. The last one had been just a few minutes ago. My phone was on vibrate, so I'd slept right through it. I saw the time on the previous call and it must have been while Jamie and I were pleasuring each other orally. I hit send on one of her logged missed calls and she picked up after the third ring.

"There you are!" she said happily. I knew just a few minutes ago she was probably a little worried, but knew that I was 30 years old and didn't need to tell her about every stop we made. She just worried, knowing this was a long drive with a big truck. 

"Hey, sorry I missed your call. My phone was on vibrate and I slept right through them."

"You never put your phone on vibrate," she playfully accused. "Were you not wanting to be disturbed from something?"

I smiled widely and looked at Jamie. "Well, I put it on vibrate when I took Jamie out to dinner tonight."

"Oh? And where did you two go?"

I sat down on the bed and leaned against the headboard. "We found a very nice sushi place. It was good, Mom, you would have loved it."

"Where are you guys?"

"Oklahoma City. We don't want to push ourselves too much to get back."

"Don't miss too much work, now," she warned.

"I have the week off for this, Mom. So no worries."

"Oh, okay...So, is there something you wanna tell me?" she teased.

I chuckled. "Yes, Mom, we're together now."

She laughed. "That's great news, sweetheart. You know how much we all love Jamie."

"I know, Mom."

"Your dad would be happy too."

I smiled at that. He would have been proud of me for pursuing Jamie. I looked at her as she was hanging up her phone. She turned towards me, smiled and then crawled onto the bed.

"Yeah, I think he would," I agreed. Jamie came closer.

"So, when do you think you'll be home?"

"In a few days. We're stopping in Albuquerque tomorrow and then Flagstaff the next day. We'll finish the rest after that."

"Okay, we'll see you in a few days, then!"

"Okay, Mom. Get some sleep," I said hiding my nerves as Jamie continued her slow approach, her beautiful tits begging to be sucked.

"Yeah, I probably should. I gotta get up at take Milo out before work in the morning."

"Okay, I love you!"

"I love you too, honey. Tell Jamie I said hello!"

"Will do! Bye!"

I closed my phone as soon as she said goodnight and I dropped my phone to the floor. Leaning forward, I met Jamie with a hungry kiss and then tackled her onto the bed. My dick was already growing, longing to plow into Jamie's depths. 

"Don't hold back," she said as I kissed her neck but suddenly fear gripped me, stopping my advances on her. "What's wrong?" 

"What if I get you pregnant?"

She smiled. "Do you remember me saying I stopped by the pharmacy?"

"Kinda, we were kind of in the middle of fucking in the shower."

She laughed. "I had seen my doctor a month and a half ago and got myself on the pill. I was hoping something would happen on this trip. I stopped by a pharmacy to make sure I'd been taking it long enough to keep me from getting pregnant. He said I had, so, we're safe."

I let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm not ready to have a baby, Jason. But, when I am, I'm glad it will be with you," she said, caressing my cheek.

"I can't wait to start a family with you one day, Miss Wright."

"Me either, Mr. Kisner," she said and then pulled me down to her lips again. 

My cock sprang back into action as she pulled me on top of her, demanding I fill her up. We had no idea, earlier, that our foreplay would have exhausted us like it had, bringing us to climax. But, couple that with the miles we've been driving and everything else, we were spent after our oral sex. Now, we wanted to pick up right where we left off, and finish the night the right way.

She spread her legs a little wider and then it was as if my cock was on a heat-seeking autopilot, I entered her glorious hole. We both sighed happily, feeling at home as we reconnected like this again. I slid my arms beneath her back, supporting myself so I didn't crush her small frame beneath my own. Her arms wrapped around my neck as our mouths locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Slowly, I slid my shaft in and out of her tight, warm and slippery pussy. Nothing in the world compared to the feel of being inside of her. 

We took our time, not caring about anything else. We had all night to make love. And as far as we were concerned, we had the rest of our lives, so why rush something good? When I would bottom out, I would just lay there inside of her, locked in a deep kiss, reveling in the feeling of her breasts pressed into my chest. Her skin was so soft and smooth as our bodies pressed together. 

I pulled away from her mouth and looked into her big brown eyes again. Love turned to lust in her look as I slowly pulled my rod half way out of her and then slid it back in.

"Fuck me, Jason," she said quietly, just above a whisper. "Fuck me good."

I slid out of her almost all the way and then back in again with a little more force this time. 

I purposely held back, knowing what she wanted. I wanted to build this up instead of just give in to our carnal desires. Her legs hooked around mine as we began to slowly build a rhythm. My eyes bore into hers as I plunged deeper and deeper into her. Then, like a switch, our mood completely changed and a determined type of lust came over us. She bucked her hips up into mine as 

I crashed down on her as hard and as fast as we could. Our skin slapped loudly as we fucked. The bed was even moving, causing the headboard to thud into the wall over and over.

I pulled out of her completely and rolled her over. She rose up on all fours and I rose up to my knees behind her. I drove my dick home into her cunt and pounded away. I slapped her on the ass once, just to test what her reaction would be. She looked back with a devilish grin.

"Oooh," she cooed. "Spank me, baby."

Who was I to deny her? So, I spanked her every so often, but holding onto her hips for the most part. She propped a pillow up for the times her head would sometimes hit the headboard. I leaned forward over her beautiful ass and grabbed her breasts. She rose up on her knees, leaning against my chest as I slammed into her pussy, my pelvis slapping against her now reddened ass. I gently pushed her forward and took ahold of her hips and picked up the pace. Her moans turned to screaming of unintelligible words as I grunted with my efforts into her. 

After another couple of minutes I felt that all too familiar sensation building in my cock as I knew my seed would soon be filling her love tunnel. 

"Yeah! Give it to me, baby! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuuuuuuck meeee!!" she screamed and as I exploded inside of her, we shuddered together as our orgasms took complete control of the moment. We collapsed together on the bed, completely spent from our romp. We laid there spooning as we caught our breath.

"Holy shit," I whispered, barely audible. 

"Yeah," she agreed, scratching the back of my head with her long fingernails. 

"I could get used to this," I told her with an exhausted chuckle.

She laughed a little too. "Me too."

We didn't say much after that. We eventually drifted off to sleep, not waking until the sun was up.

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I dreamed of Jamie that night, or morning, whichever it was. We were happily married, living in a cozy two-bedroom condo in Orange County, California. It wasn't too long after we tied the knot and she was waking me up with a blowjob. It was so vivid I could actually feel her moist lips sliding up and down my cock. Then reality began to sink in, but the feeling wasn't going away. I blinked my eyes a few times as I woke up from my slumber and realized she actually was giving me a blowjob. 

She released my cock from her mouth with a pop and smiled at me. "Good morning, lover," she said, stroking my length. 

"Yes it is a good morning," I chuckled. 

"I woke up a couple minutes ago and noticed how hard you were, so I thought I'd give you a little surprise."

"Well, it's a great way to be woken. Don't let me stop you," I said with a wink and she took me into her mouth once again. She was getting really good at giving me head. Before it was all based on instinct, now she was beginning to learn where my most sensitive areas were and teased them with the tip of her tongue. 

Her head bobbed up and down quickly for a few seconds and then she would slow down and give my shaft a good licking, like cleaning up the side of a dripping ice-cream cone. Then she put just the mushroom head in her mouth and lick around the head only, teasing the pee hole.

"That's enough, love. Come here."

She let go of my penis and crawled up to me like a seductive cat. She then straddled me, impaling her with my spear. Cowgirl seemed to be quickly becoming our favorite position. I held her by her slender waist as she gyrated her hips with my cock buried deep inside her. I could feel the tip of my dick press and slide against each wall of her pussy as she circled my member. I slid my hands up to her tits and squeezed them. Her head fell back in ecstasy as she let out a low moan. I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my index fingers and thumbs. She held onto my hands, pressing them harder into her perfect breasts. 

I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her chest closer to my mouth. I took her left tit into my mouth, sucking on as much of it as I could. Slowly I backed off of it and sucked, licked and nibbled on her nipple. I loved the taste of her in my mouth. It was in this moment that I truly believed that two people could be specially made for each other. I didn't think I could love anyone more than I loved her. It was a thought I've thought many times since then, but it was confirmed for me first in that moment; and when she pushed me back, the look in her eyes said that she was thinking the same thing. She locked her lips on mine and then I rolled her onto her back without leaving her pussy. 

Grabbing my pillow I placed it at the top of her head for extra padding since I knew our fucking would only grow more and more intense. She gave me a sexy smile as I held myself up over her, plunging my cock into her pussy over and over.

"Fuck me, Jason. Fuck me good."

I doubled my efforts, picking up the pace and rammed into her harder. 

"That's it, lover, fuck me, just like that. Yeah, right there! Yes! Yes! YES!"

Her breathing became more labored and her eyes closed and at the same time, I could feel my orgasm building. I was amazed at how often we came together. She bucked her hips into my crashing ones, fucking harder and harder as our climaxes built up to release. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she used that to pull herself harder against me. I couldn't hold back my orgasm any longer, so I let it explode, splashing her insides with stream after stream of cum. My explosion pushed her over the edge and caused her to tighten her grip around my waist with her legs until her strength left her and she collapsed with me on top of her on the bed. 

After a minute we caught our breath and I said, 

"Good morning."

She laughed. "Good morning."

"We should get cleaned up so we can get some breakfast and get on the road," I said but neither of us moved. 

She looked over at the clock. "We have four hours until check out. There's no rush."

I loved this girl so much. She was beginning to make me forget I had ever been married before.

After napping for another hour, we got up, showered and packed up our clothing that had been strewn about the room. It was only another hour before we were eating breakfast at a local diner and then shortly after that we were on the road again. Miles passed by as we carried on in friendly conversation, catching up on more of the past we'd missed out on in each other's lives. I avoided talking about my ex-wife as much as possible, but it was difficult since she'd consumed two and a half years of my life and it was still fairly recent for me. Jamie was very gracious and understanding, but I continually assured her that I loved her more than I ever could have loved my ex-wife. 

She told me about past guys in her life that just never became anything more than dating for a few weeks or even months at a time. She thought she'd loved one of them, but it just didn't work out. 

Part of me wondered if she was holding back, but for as long as I'd known her, she was always very honest. It was one of the reasons she was given the nickname of Angel. So, I took her at her word and trusted that she was telling me the truth. If there was more to the story, I was sure she would tell me about it one day. After all, we had plenty of time, didn't we?

We pulled off the Interstate somewhere between lunch and dinnertime and filled the gas tank and then went into a small steakhouse for a much needed meal. I insisted on paying again since she seemed to intent on taking care of me instead of the other way around. She would always just find a way to surprise me before I even had a chance to do something for her.

"Fine," she relented as we perused the menus in our hands. 

"Thank you," I said and gave her a wink. She smiled and blushed slightly. I loved how a look from me like that would make her blush even though we'd been fucking like rabbits lately.

I decided on a ten ounce steak and set my menu down. I figured I'd probably need the protein if things were going to continue like they were with Jamie. It still blew my mind how fortunate I'd become. I went on this trip to help Jamie move back home in hopes that maybe we would end up falling in love. But for us to end up having sex the first night was not something I ever expected. Hell, I didn't even know she was attracted to me!

My phone chimed, so I pulled it out of my pocket and saw that I had a text from my mother.

"Hope the trip is going well!" she said.

I texted her back. "It is. We stopped for lunch somewhere between Oklahoma City and Albuquerque."

"Who was that?" Jamie asked.

"My mom, she just wanted to know where we are and how the trip is going."

Jamie smiled. "Did you tell her you've been fucking my brains out?" she whispered.

I blushed and laughed. "She'd die of a heart attack if I told her that."

Jamie laughed too. "My dad would probably castrate you."

I didn't laugh at that. I felt a cold chill run through my body. She was right. He'd kill me for sure if he knew what we were doing every night and every morning; shit, every chance we got!

"Jason, relax. He won't find out. Plus, we're both adults. And it's not like my brother has had the most pure relationship with his girlfriend."

I thought about it, but even though she was right, fathers often viewed their sons' actions differently than their daughters'. He'd see me as someone taking advantage of his baby girl. I knew he didn't approve of the way his son lived at times, but I'm not his son. I'm some guy who loves his daughter. I had his permission to be with Jamie, but not necessarily to start fucking her before we were married.

Suddenly my mind wandered to marriage. I knew I wanted to marry Jamie, but did she want the same thing, or was this just another dating relationship for her?

"Jason, you alright?" she asked.

"Huh? Yeah, I was just thinking."

She reached for my hands and I gave them to her. 

"My dad won't do anything to you. I won't let him. I love you and our actions are our own."

"But you know how he feels about sex before marriage."

"Yes, and didn't we both have that same view before this trip?" she asked.

She had a good point. We'd both been raised in good Christian families, so I knew that they would all have something to say about what Jamie and I had done the past couple of days. But, not much matched the love and protectiveness of a father for his daughter; especially one as beautiful as Jamie.

"Yeah, but things just sort of happened."

"Exactly! And we love each other, right?" she asked in sort of a reminder.

"Yes, we do," I said, squeezing her hands that were still in mine in assurance.

"Good. What we do in private is none of their concern. I told you I'm on the pill, so getting pregnant is not likely if possible at all."

I smiled, trying to feel better about the situation. I was still nervous, but she forced me to look into her eyes and all my fear melted away. Even though she had been worth waiting for all these years, I still wished I hadn't had to. She made me feel like a real man. I was a lot more confident with her, even though a part of me was afraid of her father. But I reminded myself it was healthy to have a little fear of him because it forced me to respect him. And what father would allow someone to marry their daughter if he wasn't shown respect? I know I wouldn't.




Jamie Ch. 05



"Just relax, Jason. You know my family loves you."

She was right. Our families were close; I just had to remind myself that this was the truth and remain confident in that knowledge.

"Thanks, sorry for freaking out like that. I love your family and would hate to lose their trust."

"I don't think you have to worry about that."

I smiled and then my phone chimed again. "You don't know where you are? LOL." Mom texted me.

"What city are we in?" I laughed.

"Amarillo. Weren't you paying attention?" she teased.

"Not really," I said. "You make it kinda 

difficult to sometimes," I told her with a wink.

Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. "Keep that up and we may not make it to the next hotel."

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

She laughed. "Both."

"I'll hold you to that," I said and took a drink of my water.

"I hope so," she said suddenly in a seductive voice, narrowing her eyes on mine.

My cock twitched from the look alone and then began to grow at the idea of possibly fucking her in a somewhat public area. Having self-conscious tendencies, I never thought the idea of sex in public would be a turn-on for me. But maybe it wasn't so much the idea of getting caught, but the fact that I now had full access to her almost anytime that did it for me. I'd pined after her for years and now we were together. But then again, maybe getting caught in public would just be a way to show off to the world that I was with the most gorgeous woman I've ever known. 

Suddenly I felt her bare foot slide up the leg of my Dickies shorts towards my crotch. I felt my face burning hot as I glanced around the dining area of the steakhouse. I noticed some guys checking Jamie out still, but they didn't seem to be reacting to what she was currently doing. I looked back at playfully seductive look on her face and grinned right back.

"What are you doing?" I asked quietly.

"You don't like it?" she asked with a fake pout.

I chuckled. "I didn't say that," I said and then leaned forward, "but we are in a public place."

"I did mention we may not make it to our next hotel," she reminded me.

"Yes, you did."

She leaned towards me and whispered, "We may not make it to our meal."

"Hi there!" our server said, finally coming to our table.

We turned our heads towards her, both with big smiles on our faces.

"My name is Shelly and I'll be your server. Can I get you guys something to drink?"

I looked at the water that had been brought by the hostess not long after seating us. 

"Yeah, I'll have a Mountain Dew."

"Dr. Pepper, please," Jamie said.

"Great, are you guys ready to order?"

I sat back and so did Jamie. "I think so," I said and nodded to Jamie so she could order first.

"I'll have the grilled chicken," Jamie told the server.

"What two sides would you like with that?"

Jamie looked at the options at the bottom of the menu. I took this time to do the same so I'd have my order ready when it was my turn.

"I'll have the side salad and a baked potato."

"Great! And you, sir?"

I looked up at the server. I hated when they called me "sir", I wasn't that old. I sighed and said, "I'll have the ten ounce steak, medium. And for my sides, I'll have the seasoned veggies and the garlic mashed potatoes."

"Wonderful! I'll get this put right in!" she said cheerily and walked away quickly.

Jamie winked at me and resumed her teasing with her foot. She slid further up this time, stopping just shy of my nut sack. I jumped, knocking my water glass over. The water spilled onto my pants in a not-so-convenient spot.

Jamie was laughing hysterically. "Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry," she said as she laughed. 

"It's fine," I said, laughing a little myself. 

"It's just water. Could you go out to the car and get my duffle bag? I have an extra pair of shorts and stuff in there."

"Sure," she said and got up.

"Oh no! What happened?" Shelly asked, returning with our sodas.

My face burned hot. "Oh, just a clumsy spill. 

Which way is your restroom?"

"Just past the kitchen, that way," she said pointing to the opposite side of the restaurant.

I laughed again. "Of course it is. Thanks."

"I'll bring you your bag," Jamie said.

"Thanks," I said and headed for the restroom.

When I opened the door, I saw it was a single person restroom, which made sense being a smaller restaurant. I let the door shut and then took a generous amount of paper towels from the dispenser and began soaking up what I could from my shorts and shirt. A minute later there was a light knock on the door. I opened it and saw Jamie standing there. 

"Thanks, love," I said taking the bag from her. She pushed her way in and then shut and locked the door behind her. 

"Let's get these wet clothes off of you," she said falling to her knees and unbuckling my belt before I could even react. I was already about halfway hard by the time my dark blue Dickies shorts hit the floor and she was freeing my cock from my boxer-briefs. Taking my shaft in her hands, she brought her mouth to the tip and licked around the head before slowly taking my entire length into her mouth.

"Fuck it," I said and then pulled off my shirt, dropping it to the floor at my side. I grabbed her by the back of the head and began fucking her face. She looked up at me, smiling with her big eyes. She sucked harder for a minute and then pulled away. Looking up at me, she pulled off her pink T-shirt (I think she stopped wearing bras after our first fuck) and then began to unbutton her tiny denim shorts. I tapped her shoulder and she looked up to find me shaking my head. I reached my hands for hers and when she took them, I pulled her to her feet and then it was my turn to hit my knees.

I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down to her ankles, revealing her beautifully bald pussy. I spread her legs a little but then grabbed her left leg, bending her knee over my shoulder as I dove in to eat her out. She grabbed the sink to her right with one hand and my head with the other. Even though her dancing gave her great balance, there wasn't much you could do about going weak in the knees from pleasure.

"Oh god," she breathed. She was holding back her exclamations since we were in a public restroom. 

"Jason, get up here and fuck me. We can't be in here too long."

She had a good point, so she dropped her leg back to the floor and I stood up. I took my cock in my hand and rubbed the tip against her pussy, getting the tip nice and slick to slide it home. 

She rubbed her juices all along my rod, lubing me up nice and good. She placed her left foot on the sink and I slid home. As always, the first time entering during sex is the best. I slid in and out a few times slowly until she gave me a very pointed look.

"Fuck the shit out of me, Jason," she commanded.

I didn't need any more prompting from her, I began to thrust into her repeatedly. My balls slapping against her ass as I happily and greedily "fucked the shit out of her." I grabbed her other leg and she wrapped her arms around my neck for support. The leg she'd put on the sink wrapped around my waist, locking with her other one and she began riding my cock as I held her light frame by the ass. She stifled a scream and stopped bouncing on my dick. I took over and bounced her myself, bucking my hips repeatedly. I felt her teeth dig into my shoulder as she screamed into my skin.

My legs began to grow weak, so I set her down, turned her around so she could hold onto the sink as I took her from behind. We looked into the mirror as we fucked. Her tits bounced with each thrust of my cock. Her eyes locked with mine in the mirror. She smiled and then closed her eyes tightly as her orgasm began to build to climax. 

Jamie began to meet my thrusts with backing her hips into mine, keeping in rhythm with me. The look on her face just about set me off. In fact, I could feel my balls tighten. I took one of my hands off of her hips and found her clit. I rubbed it as I fucked her. Her knees gave way, so I had to hold her up with my other hand. The next second, I felt the amazing feeling of cum climbing up my dick and then shooting deep into her depths again. She collapsed into my arms, resting her head against her arms as she leaned into the mirror.

I kissed the back of her neck and then slowly slid out of her pussy. I went to the toilet paper roll and pulled off some to quickly clean my dick off, and then I pulled off some more and cleaned up her pussy before my spunk dripped down her leg. Once we were cleaned up, she put her shorts and T-shirt back on and I put dry ones on, stuffing the wet ones into the built in dirty clothes bag that expanded into the main part of the bag from inside.

There was a knock on the door and it made us jump.

"Be right out!" I said and we suppressed a laugh. 

This would be interesting. When I opened the door, a guy about my age was standing there. At first he looked annoyed that we'd been in there for so long, but when he saw Jamie, he looked more like a deer caught in the headlights. 

"Sorry," Jamie said and quickly walked back to our table.

"Sorry about that, man. She kinda surprised me."

The guy grinned. "No worries, bro. I woulda done the same thing," he confessed, slapping me on the shoulder as I passed by.

I laughed and then went to our table where our food was waiting for us.



Jamie Ch. 06



Jamie had the grace of a gazelle and the stamina of a marathon runner, and as much as I tried to stay with her on the dance floor, I couldn't. I slowly faded back and my movements were lethargic compared to hers. 

All of the eyes in the club were on her as she swayed and pranced and danced. Her natural grace and ten years of dance class combined to give her the presence and style of a Vegas front dancer.

I was proud to be with her, both as her father and her date. The younger men hated me, I hoped. At least that illusion gave me great joy. All of the men and many women were mesmerized by her and more than once I was tapped on the shoulder by an eager suitor, who wanted to dance with her, but she always shunned them and smiled as she declined.

Finally, I gave in and drug her back to our table. Soon we were approached by a young man in chinos, and I insisted that she go dance with him. She reluctantly agreed and they went off. I could barely see them as they moved to the far side of the floor. The first songs were fast and I enjoyed watching as she taunted him, but then the band played a slow love song, and my heart dropped as I watch her move into his arms.

He held her tight and then she dropped her head to his shoulder and I could see that his hands had moved down to her ass. I was livid to see my daughter handled that way, and I fought to control my anger. I remained in my seat, hoping the song would end soon, and that she would return to our table.

She didn't, and I watched as another man cut in and he danced with her too. She teased him and he was under her spell immediately. He held her hips as they danced and then I watched in horror as she backed up against him and his arms went around her and brushed her breasts. I could see her bending slightly and I knew she was rubbing her ass against his cock. 

I started to rush to the floor and drag her away, but didn't. My heart raced as I realized I was angry, disappointed and very excited. I wanted to protect her. I wanted to keep her for myself. I wanted her to flaunt her sexuality and tease them, and I realized I wanted to watch her as she did.

Amazingly enough to me, my cock again started growing down my pants leg. I rubbed the head through my pants as she laughed and threw her head back. She shimmied and shook and vogued. She brushed her hands across her breasts and thrust her hips out and did everything she could to captivate everyone in the club. And it worked. 

I couldn't take it anymore, and I went to the men's room to collect my thoughts. As I stood at the urinal, I heard a couple of guys come in.

"Did you see that hot bitch in the pink?"

"Yeah. Rich danced with her a few minutes ago. He said she was hot as hell. He felt her ass and she rubbed his cock when the were dancing. He's gonna take her to the players room and fuck her when she takes a break."

"No shit? I'd like some of that pussy too, maybe I'll join them."

"Yeah for sure. If I see them leave, I'm there too, dude."

I washed my hands and went out into the club. Jamie wasn't on the floor, and my heart sank. I went to the bar and asked where the players room was and he pointed to a door to the far end of the club. I rushed to it and stormed into the room.

It was darker, lit only with a few small lamps and a black light. There was a separate door that was open and light streamed through it. I peered into the main room. I could see couples sitting and lying and in various stages of lovemaking. She wasn't there.

I went to the open door and looked in. A woman was on her knees on top of a man, and another was fucking her ass. She was sucking another, while three other men kneeled at her sides. I moved beside them to see her face. 

Relief swept through me, when I didn't recognize her.

I went back to the club area and returned to my table to see Jamie sitting there. She smiled at me as I sat back down.

"Where were you?"

"I was walking around."

It was quiet for a few seconds, and she touched my arm. I pulled away.

"What's wrong, Daddy?"

"I was watching you with those men and you were really getting out of line, I thought, letting them touch and grab you, and I saw you rubbing your ass against them. I didn't like that. It made you look cheap and like a slut."

"But Daddy, earlier you called me a slut and a whore when I was sucking you. I thought that's what turned you on. God knows it did me."

I was shocked to hear my angel say that.

"But."

I stopped myself because I didn't really have a rebuttal. Yes it did turn me on at that moment, but I still saw her as soft and innocent and mine. I thought the best thing to do was change the subject.

"I saw the funniest thing when I was looking for you."

"What, Daddy?"

"I went into the players room and there was an area where a bunch of guys were on one woman. In the other room there were couples also making out and stuff."

"Did it turn you on?" she asked as I felt her hand reach down for my cock for the answer.

"Well, I didn't really watch them. I was looking for you."

"And you thought I was back there letting some guy fuck me when you were out here?"

Damn. How did I get myself into this? I wondered.

"No baby, I just didn't see you on the dance floor and I heard some guys in the restroom talking about how they wanted to take you back there and fuck you .....and I just went a little crazy."

"I was just in the ladies room."

"I'm sorry. I feel foolish now. Do you want to go?"

"No Daddy." 

Her hand squeezed my cock harder and she leaned in to me and kissed me hard. She took my hand and moved it under her skirt so I could feel her pussy was soaking wet.

"I am so hot now Daddy. You have to fuck me or I'll die."

I kissed her deep and hard and pulled her to me. She swung her leg over me and sat on my lap. My cock felt like it would burst as she ground her wet pussy over my cock. I tried to reach between us to unzip my slacks so I could get my cock out and into her, but she wouldn't allow it.

I picked her up and set her on the table and started to unzip my pants, but she stopped me.

"No Daddy. I want you to take me back there and fuck me where the others are."

"No way."

"Please, Daddy. I was so turned on when you said there were others back there doing it and especially when you said a bunch were doing one woman. I want to watch them as you fuck me. Please. Please. Please."

I reluctantly took her hand and led her through the club to the room. 

I found a couch and we sat down and started kissing. I soon pushed her on to her back and was eating her pussy as she played with her titties. She moaned and pushed up to my face as I licked and sucked her wetness. She thrashed and bucked as she orgasmed, and I slowed my kisses almost to a stop while her pussy lost some sensitivity.

My cock swayed in front of me as I stood and helped her up. I pulled the cushions off and threw them on the floor. I had her get on her hands and knees and I knelt behind her. I licked her pussy with my tongue sliding up between her lips, and I trailed my tongue up to her asshole. I flicked at her tight little hole and saw her flinch at the first touch. I held her hips as my tongue retraced it's short trip back between her lips. I stabbed into her pussy with my stiff tongue and fucked her as deep as it would reach.

She shifted her ass back toward me, wanting more, and I gave her all that I had. My tongue teased her sopping pussy, darting in and out and up and down and then it licked up to her asshole and pushed against it. My finger felt her clit and rubbed it gently back and forth. She moaned and became louder and louder until her groaning and moaning became vocal.

"God yes, fuck my asshole..Suck my pussy...Please eat me harder,"

Everything my sweet little girl said in that heightened state of lust made me want to eat her harder and fuck her deeper and use her tight young body. My cock begged me to give her to it. It was ready to plug her sweet juicy cunt and to fuck her to unconsciousness. I was just the means of positioning. It had a mind of it's own.

I moved my face away from her and took my hard cock in hand and guided it to her ass. Slap. Slap.Slap. I slapped my cock against her ass to let her know I was about to plow into her. She looked back in surprise and had the most wanton look on her face that I have ever seen. 

She was ready, so I took my cock and placed it against and between her lips and waited for a second. I planned to grab her hips and steady her and then to ram my cock in hard and deep in one motion, but I didn't get the chance. She pushed back and impaled herself on my cock and then she moved forward and then pushed back again.

I stayed as rigid as I could as she slammed back against my cock, fucking herself with it. She was like a bitch in heat, heaving and slamming her ass against me as her cunt gobbled up my cock and spit it back out, only to take it back in again and again and again. I had never been fucked like that before, and I held on and tried to maintain my balance as she used me for her pleasure.

She fucked me until she had cum at least twice and as she relaxed, I pulled out and pushed her down on her back. I grabbed a pillow from the end of the couch and placed it under her ass. I crawled down in position between her legs and started to slowly fuck her. She relaxed as my cock gently pushed all the way in and then slowly pulled back out. She was so soft and slick inside. I could have stayed in her pussy and fucked her for the rest of my life. She felt so good.

She looked back at me and mouthed little "I love you's" to me as I tenderly fucked her. I was making love to her and she sensed the difference between that and raw animal fucking. She began to circle her clit with a finger and I saw her eyes narrow a little, and then close, and I knew she was blissed. 

"I love you baby."

"I love you, Daddy"

I almost choked when I heard her say that. I was surprised that she addressed me that way with all of the people around. She then realized what she said too and blushed. Noone seemed to notice, so we both relaxed and continued with our efforts. 

My cock continued stroking all the way in and all the way out as she worked on her clit. When I could feel her finger moving faster and then more frantically flogging her clit, I speeded up to join her and I rocked her back and forth with her pussy up high above the cushion. 

I rammed her cunt harder and harder and my cock sank as deep into her as it could go. The slapping sounds of my balls against her ass filled my ears..slap...slap...slap. I grabbed her legs and pushed them further apart so I could fuck her harder, and harder and harder yet and faster and faster, until I knew I was a blur to those watching as my cock stroked in and out.

I looked around and saw that many of those in the room had stopped their play and were watching us. Men stroked their cocks. Ladies rubbed their pussies and one couple fucked in unison with us. 

"Baby, look around."

She turned her head and saw the eyes on her and she smiled.

"Let's give them something to see."

"Yes baby."

She grabbed her tits and began to pull her nipples. I pushed her legs further apart and back against her chest and hammered her harder. As she pulled her nipples up and stretched her tits out, I continued fucking her cunt and also flicked her clit back and forth. 

"Yes..Oh yes...God yes....Fuck me harder...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me.."

They came closer then and soon were all around us. Hard cocks pointed at her and two ladies knelt, one on each side of her and reached for her tits. Each took one and they pinched her nipples and then sucked them into their mouths. She rolled her eyes as they sucked and played with her tits. She pulled her arms back and put them up over her head out if the way.

The ladies moved across her and kissed each other, rubbing their tits onto hers as the held each other, and then they moved back and took turns kissing Jamie's mouth. She was lost to everything in her mind and allowed them to do as they pleased.

I was insane with lust as I watched my baby being kissed and touched and pleasured by them and I felt my self building up to cum. I tried to stop it, because I didn't want to stop, but it was too late. I pulled back just as I spurted a stream of cum onto her belly. I sat there and pumped my cock off as I emptied my balls on her stomach and legs.

I stayed there for a minute or more, and when I got up, I expected the ladies to move away and for Jamie to join me on the couch frame. She didn't move and I'm not even certain if she knew I did. As she lay there, still spread out, her pussy open, flaps slightly lying back against her stomach, I could see her pink wetness inside and my cum running down off of her.

Another lady joined them, but she took my place, and to my amazement, I watched as she started by licking my cum off of Jamie. She licked her tongue all around my baby's pussy, carefully avoiding any contact with it. She covered her thighs and her stomach with wet trails of saliva. When she was satisfied that she had kissed all of her flesh near her, she moved to Jamie's pussy.

She lay down on her stomach and pulled her open with her fingers and she massaged her lips between her fingers and thumbs, rolling the flesh back and forth. I saw Jamie raise up in response, and with that encouragement, she blew her hot breath across her open pussy, then followed that with a series of quick little kisses. Jamie moaned and tried to look down to see who was causing such wonderful sensations.

The lady continued worshiping Jamie's pussy. It was so delicious to see her loving her in such a sensual manner, slowly taking and giving, kissing and licking and sucking her, wanting all of her youthful essence. 

It was quiet and we all sat and watched as she plyed her with many touches and gestures, learned from years of experience between the legs of many other women. It was so slow and beautiful, it was almost like watching a ballet.

Jamie lay there, the center of attention, and soon a man knelt next to her and moved his cock to her. She hadn't noticed him, before he took her hand and tried to place it on his hard cock. As she touched it, she looked at me. 

I froze, unable to react. I saw her as a beautiful goddess at the moment, and part of me wanted to shake my head "no", but another part of me imagined what it would be like watching my sweet daughter holding some stranger's cock and sucking it like some street whore or slut.



Jamie Ch. 06



I apologize for this chapter taking longer than the others. I've had some personal things come up and have been distracted from my writing. But, I hope you enjoy the new chapter! Please leave comments and/or suggestions! 

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We talked cheerily as we finished our meal at the small steakhouse. I paid the bill and then we got back on the road. I still couldn't believe we'd fucked in the bathroom of the restaurant and not one employee there seemed to know about it. There was a permanent smile on my face that I doubted could ever be wiped away.

"You look happy," she said.

I looked at her and saw that she looked just as happy as I felt. "So do you," I stated.

"I am. I think I'm happier than I ever remember being before," she admitted.

"I was thinking the same thing," I told her as I stared out the windshield, watching the road pass by as we continued our journey westward. 

Suddenly her phone rang. She dug it out of her purse and answered it. "Hi Mom," she said happily.

I looked over and saw her forehead scrunch up as she listened to her mother go on about something. I wondered what it could possibly be, because she looked so confused, yet worried at the same time. 

"I guess I can call Alana, I might be able to stay with her for a while....No, she still lives in Santa Barbara....Are you sure that's a good idea....I can ask, but I didn't think....Let me see if he has any ideas and I'll call you back, okay....okay, bye."

"What was that about?" I asked both confused and concerned. 

"My brother got himself into some trouble and is getting evicted from his apartment," she said with a sigh. "So, he and his girlfriend are moving into my parents' place and into the only room they have left."

"Your room?" I asked.

She nodded. "I suggested Alana's, but she lives too far away to commute to work every day, and all my other friends have either gotten married or moved away."

"What did she suggest?"

Jamie looked at me with a nervous grin. "You."

"Me?" I asked, taken totally by surprise. "They actually suggested you come stay with me?"

Jamie laughed. "Yeah, kinda shocking, huh?"

"What does your dad think?"

"He probably hates the idea, but they really don't have the room for me, and they can't think of anywhere else I can go right now. It might be just a temporary thing until they finally move into that bigger place they're waiting for."

"Well, I have no objections," I laughed.

"I didn't think you would," she laughed with me.

"What do you think?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, I think it could be great, but it's kinda soon, isn't it? I mean, we just started this relationship. Do you think we're ready to be living together?"

I thought about it for a minute. She had a point, but for me, I would marry her right then if I was able to. I'd been waiting to be with her for so long, I was ready to start our life together almost immediately. Then I had an idea come to mind. My mom had an extra room. My youngest brother, Ben, had just moved into an apartment with some friends after, surprisingly, landing his teaching/coaching job so quickly. I had my own place, too, but if Jamie wasn't ready to live together, then I didn't want to force that on her. 

"I have an idea, but it's totally up to you. I'd love to have you come live with me, but if you're not ready, I totally understand. My mom has been all alone in that condo since Ben got his teaching job, she could use the company. I could call her and see if she'd be willing to put you up until your parents get that bigger house."

"Really?" she asked.

"It's up to you. You're more than welcome to stay with me, but, like I said, if you're not ready, I'm sure she'd be more than happy to."

She looked out the windshield for a moment, thinking. I really was okay with whatever she wanted; I'd hate to force something on her that she wasn't ready for.

"I think my dad would like that better than me moving in with you."

"And I'd hate to lose whatever respect he has for me," I added.

She thought for a couple of minutes again. Then she looked at me and smiled. "Give her a call and see."

"Okay," I smiled and pulled out my phone. She picked up after the second ring.

"Hey, Jason," she said distractedly. I could hear her typing in the background; she was working.

"Hi, Mom, I had a question I need to run past you."

"Okay," she said curiously.

"I guess something happened with TJ, and he and his girlfriend are moving in with Ted and Cynthia."

"Yeah, I heard about that," she said sadly.

"Well, the problem is, they're moving into what was supposed to be Jamie's room. So, she's got nowhere to stay when she gets into town."

"Oh no, where's she gonna go?" 

"That's why I called. I know Ben just moved out, and I have my own place, so I was thinking she might be able to stay with you for a little while."

"Hmm," she thought out loud. "I'll have to think about it. It has felt a little lonely around here."

"Cynthia suggested she come live with me until they get their new place, but Jamie's not sure she's ready to live together."

"I see, well, that room is still empty. I hardly have anything in that closet anymore, so, there's plenty of room. So, sure, why not?" she said happily.

"Really? Thanks, Mom. I'll let her know. We should be there in a couple of days. We're heading to Albuquerque right now."

"Okay, sounds good! It'll give me a chance to vacuum in there so it's ready when she gets here."

"Okay, great! Thanks, Mom!"

"You're welcome, drive safe!"

"Always," I said and hung up.

"Well, you're welcome to stay with my mom until things get all figured out with your family."

She smiled at me. "Thanks. I hope you're not upset about me not being ready to live with you yet."

"No, of course not! I mean, we're spending every moment together this whole week, but it's not the same as living together. I think I'd want to one day, but I'd want my own place, with no roommates there."

"That's also a good point. I wouldn't want some other guy around if we were living together."

"So, it's settled! Call your mom and let her know you'll be staying at my mom's."

She smiled and pulled out her phone and told her mom the plan. They seemed to like the plan, so we continued on the trip without any worries. We continued on in conversation, enjoying each other's company as the miles flew by. In no time we were pulling up to our hotel in Albuquerque, NM and collapsing onto the bed, exhausted from the drive. We were hungry, but exhaustion took over as the priority for the moment so we snuggled up together and napped for a while before figuring out what to do about dinner. 

I didn't feel comfortable in my clothes, especially since I'd been sweating behind the wheel of the truck. Jamie passed out pretty quick, so I stripped down to my boxer briefs and snuggled up behind her, spooning as we slept. I kissed her on the cheek as I laid down and got comfortable with her in my arms. She pressed her back into me, desiring the closeness. Her ass pressed against my crotch, which automatically made my cock begin to grow, but we were both too tired to fuck in that moment.

"Mmm, someone's awake," she said grinding her ass into me teasingly.

"He's always awake," I joked. 

She laughed and leaned more into me as we laid there together. I squeezed her tighter in response, hugging her close to my body. Soon we drifted off to sleep and before we knew it, the sun had set and darkness had engulfed the room. It was my growling stomach that woke me a few hours later. I looked at the clock and saw we'd been out for about five hours. 

"Jamie," I whispered.

"Hmm?" she responded sleepily. 

"It's getting late, babe. We should probably get something to eat."

"Okay," she said without opening her eyes.

"Tell you what, I'll just order a pizza. That way we don't have to go anywhere."

"Sounds good to me," she said.

I slipped out from behind her and pulled my laptop from my bag. I hated calling orders in, so I pulled up the website of the pizza place closest to the hotel that had delivery and placed and paid for the order all online. Once the order was placed, I shut the computer down again and joined Jamie in bed again. 

I slipped my arms around her again and began kissing the back of her neck. She moaned in delight at my touch. My right hand traveled down her body, unbuttoned her tiny denim shorts and slipped down to her warm pussy. She was already getting wet as I slipped my first two fingers inside. As I did, she began grinding her ass into my rock hard cock. My other hand found its way up her tank top and began massaging her breasts. She turned her head towards me, so I brought my lips to hers. 

Her tongue slipped out and met mine, softly at first, but growing stronger with more intensity with each passing second. She started to roll towards me, so I pushed her shorts down her legs as she did and at the same time, she pushed my underwear off of me. I kicked them off somewhere beneath the sheets and then she rolled onto her back as I laid down on top of her, entering her hot, wet pussy. Her arms pulled me tighter into her body. Once again we felt like we couldn't get close enough. 

I kissed and licked her neck as I slid my cock in and out of her pussy. We kept things slow and sensual this time. We wanted it to last as long as possible, but then I remembered the pizza that would arrive soon. I didn't necessarily want to be in the middle of fucking when the delivery guy showed up. I started to pick up the pace, sliding in and out of her a little faster than before. No matter how many times we fucked, it was the best feeling in the world. I propped myself up on my elbows, changing our angle slightly. I looked down into her beautiful brown eyes and was completely lost in them. Nothing else existed but her.

She began to buck her hips into me, meeting mine halfway. Her dancer's body allowed her to move gracefully no matter what position she was in. It was so fucking sexy watching her move beneath me. I lowered myself down fully on top of her again and she twisted slightly, telling me she wanted to roll over and put herself on top. We did just that, without disconnecting our writhing sex organs. This time she laid on top of me, kissing and licking my neck. I bent my knees for leverage and rammed my cock into her pussy from beneath her, slamming harder and harder with each thrust. 

Suddenly she pulled herself off of me and got on all fours, wiggling her ass at me. I quickly scrambled onto my knees and positioned myself behind her. Grabbing my shaft at the base, I guided my prick into her snatch and slid it home again. I held onto her hips and pulled her back into me as I fucked forward. Soon the sounds of our fucking were echoing off the walls. Skin slapping skin; her screams and my grunts; even the squeaking of the springs in the mattress and a gentle thudding of the headboard against the wall. 

I slapped her on the ass and she cried out and looked back at me lustfully. I slapped the other cheek and her smile grew. I would spank her every so often and she would push her ass against my pelvis harder when I did. I never would have thought my perfect angel would enjoy spanking like this, but all it did was turn me on more. 

Soon I felt my balls tighten as my orgasm grew. As she looked back at me again, I could see in her eyes that hers was building too. I held mine off as long as I could and increased my efforts on her pussy.

"Stop!" she said and I slowed down.

"What's up, baby?" I asked her.

"Pull out," she told me and I did as she asked, but I looked at her confused. What the hell was going on? "Lay back," she commanded again.

I obeyed and she straddled me in the cowgirl position and began riding my cock; slowly at first, but quickly building up speed. I reached up and squeezed her perfect tits and she held my hands tighter into them as she stared straight into my eyes. Her breathing became more labored once again as her orgasm continued to grow. Her eyes would close at times, but she would reopen them quickly to look directly into mine again. She wanted us to be looking straight into each other's eyes when we climaxed. 

My balls began to tighten again and her heavy breathing turned into whimpers and moans. Suddenly her pussy tightened around my cock as her orgasm started which in turn sent me over the edge. Our eyes never broke contact as her juices flowed over my exploding cock. We'd never climaxed at the same time like this before. It was an incredible experience that I hoped we could repeat every time. When her orgasm finally finished, and my cock was done blasting into her, she collapsed on top of me, hugging me as tightly as she could. My cock slowly softened and slipped out of her naturally as we laid their together.

"I love you, Jason."

"I love you too, Angel," I told her. "More than I've ever loved anyone in my life."

She kissed my neck and then my cheek, then she slipped off of me and cuddled up next to me on the bed. We held each other close, but were soon interrupted by a knock on the door. The pizza guy was here. I kissed her on the forehead and sat on the edge of the bed, searching for some pants. I pulled on my boxer briefs and went to the door. 

"Oh!" the pizza delivery girl said, shocked at how little I was wearing.

"Sorry," I said, slightly embarrassed for her.

"It's okay, here's your pizza. If you could just sign this," the cute, young blonde girl said. I took the receipt, signed it with a nice tip and then handed it back to her. When I looked back at her, she was staring at Jamie in the bed, stark naked with her eyes closed.

"Here you go," I said, getting her attention again. She jumped, startled, and took the pen and receipt back from me and then handed me the receipt. 

"Thanks, sorry," she said. I could just barely see her cheeks turn a slight shade of pink in the low lighting outside the door.

"Don't be sorry," I said and then whispered, "We'll be here all night." I winked at her. She grinned back and looked at Jamie. 

"You like girls?" I asked quietly.

She opened her mouth, unsure of how to respond.

"It's okay. I do too," I joked with her to ease the tension. "Why don't you hold on a second, okay?"

"Uh, I should probably go."

"Just one second," I assured her.

She looked nervous but nodded her head. I locked the deadbolt on the door before shutting it so it wouldn't close all the way. I took the pizza to the dresser and then sat on the bed next to Jamie.

"Baby," I whispered.

"I could hear you, you know," she said but I couldn't tell if she was upset or if she was teasing me.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, thinking that would be the safest response.

She opened her eyes and looked at me with a grin. "She is pretty cute. As long as she's eighteen, we can see what happens."

"Really?" I asked, holding back my excitement. I'd always wanted to be in a threesome with two gorgeous girls, but I never dreamed it would ever happen. Especially not with Jamie!

She giggled. "Don't get too excited. This is probably a once in a lifetime opportunity that won't happen again."

"I'm okay with that. I'll be right back," I said and kissed her before going back to the door. I pulled on my shorts this time to save the girl some embarrassment. She was still there, waiting at the door, when I got back. "Sorry about that."

She shrugged and smiled at me nervously.

"What time are you off?" I asked her.

"Ten."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen," she said shakily. 

I wasn't sure I believed her and the look on my face must have shown that. She pulled out her I.D. from her back pocket and handed it to me. She was definitely 18, almost 19, actually. I handed it back to her with a smile.

"Well, please come by when you're off work. We'd love to, uh, have you," I said with a grin.

She smiled shyly and then quickly walked away. I shut the door and turned towards Jamie. She was sitting up in bed eating the pizza that was just delivered, and she hadn't bothered to put any clothes on either. So, I pulled my underwear off and joined her in bed, taking a slice for myself.

"So, do you think she'll show up?" Jamie asked.

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see. Do you really want her to?"

"Jason, this wouldn't be the first time I've been with a girl."

"So, then why would this be a 'once in a lifetime' thing?" I asked.

She swallowed the pizza she was chewing on. "Because I don't believe in multiple partners when you're in a relationship with someone. Sure, fuck who you're with, but don't fuck someone else. It's cheating. But, a threesome would be fun, I think. Only if the other person is a girl, though. I'd feel too violated if I had two dicks in me at once."

Everything she said was like music to my ears. I'd always had a fantasy of banging two chicks at once; what guy hasn't? I had other fantasies as well, and if this one was being fulfilled, why wouldn't other ones?

"What fantasies do you have?" I asked her and took a bite of pizza.

"Well, one might be fulfilled tonight," she said.

"A threesome with a guy and a girl?"

"Yes, but like I said, I only want to do this once, just to say that I have. If I enjoy it, great, but my mind is made up. If we're going to be together, we're committed to each other," she said, looking me straight in the eye.

I kissed her, not caring about the pizza breath we both had. "You are all I truly want. If this girl doesn't show up tonight, I will be perfectly happy being with you only."

She kissed me again. "I know that. I think I'm just afraid of you falling for someone else if we do this a lot."

My chin just about fell in my lap. "Jamie, you have nothing to worry about when it comes to that. I have practically been in love with you for years. I would never do anything to screw this up. You are beautiful, sexy, smart...I could go on forever about how amazing you are. If anybody should be scared of losing the other it should be me."

She was grinning from ear to ear until the last thing I said. "Jason, you are an amazing guy! You are sweet, loyal, protective and strong. You're not overbearing with your protectiveness either. At least, not that I've seen. You are very handsome, too. That smile of yours has always gotten to me. Even before I saw you this way, your smile always made me feel loved. You are a great man. Don't ever say that you're not ever again."

I smiled again and we kissed passionately. It wasn't long before we set the pizza box on the floor and began fucking again.



Jamie Ch. 07



I looked around the room and saw that everyone was waiting and watching. The sexual tension was heavy, like a wet fog. I couldn't breathe as I sat there looking at my baby lying spread out among strangers. She still had that angel face I had know for years, but now she was transformed by the situation into a she-animal, a wanton cunt spread and available in appearance to this crowd.

It would be only natural for me to nod my head slightly in acceptance and approval, and I was certain she would grab his cock and begin to stroke and then I would see her move to it and pull it into her mouth. I also imagined that other men would be encouraged by that and would move to her and touch her and offer their cock for her to stroke and suck, and I could see, flying through my mind, images of her being fucked and used by that gangbang hungry group.

The seconds felt like centuries to me.

"No. She is not available", I heard myself say.

He looked at me and smiled in acceptance and moved back. Jamie looked at me in surprise and that look melted into a smile. A smile of appreciation that I still protected her. And at that moment I knew that was right. She was much too precious to give away for a moment's lust. 

I took her hand and helped her up and assisted her as she dressed and straightened herself up. 

"Let's go home honey."

"Yes, Daddy, whatever you want,"

We went though the club and when we were in the car, I took her hands and looked at her.

"Jamie, I have never know the excitement that you gave me tonight. I love you so much. Thank you for making me special and for trusting me tonight."

"Daddy, you made me feel like the most desirable woman in the world. I never ever imagined what happened tonight. Thank you for trusting me too, and letting me experience it all."

She squeezed my hands to reinforce her words, then leaned to me and kissed me tenderly.

We were both silent for most of the drive home, but exchanged smiles and happy looks. Finally she spoke.

"Daddy, I love you like I always have, but now I also love you as my lover. Is that bad?"

I thought for a moment and said, "No baby, I feel like that too. The difficult part will be keeping those two feelings separate, so we don't run our lives. You will meet other men and fall in love and I know that. But we will always have that special love we have now and have always had."

We arrived home soon, and walked into the house hand in hand.

We both went to our rooms. I turned the water on in my shower and took my clothes off. I started to brush my teeth as the water warmed and the spray started to fog the room. I looked up from the sink to see her behind me. She was nude and smiled as I noticed her.

I opened the shower door for her and followed her in.

The shower stung our bodies as we stood under it holding each other tight. Our lips pressed hard and our arms wrapped us as our legs pressed between each others. She belonged with me there.

"Baby, I hope you don't mind that I stopped it when I did at the club."

"It's a good thing you did, Daddy. I was so hot, I didn't care who or what fucked me. I would have let them use me anyway they wanted, but when you stopped them, I was sort of relieved, because I knew then that you wanted to keep me for yourself. I am yours Daddy, in every way."

My heart felt like it would burst, and I grabbed her and pulled her hard against me. My need for her was overpowering and I lifted her up to my lips and kissed her deep and passionately. Her arms were tight around my neck as she held herself up and wrapped her legs around me. I held her again as I had in the kitchen.

My cock was pressed against her lips and between her legs. It throbbed and pushed up in urgent need to get inside her. I could feel her lips, hot and still swollen from the attentions they had received and also from her immense need that had not been answered adequately. She ground her pelvis against my cock, sliding back and forth over it.

I dropped my hands under her ass and held her up in position as we kissed and humped each other. Her breasts were crushed against my chest, her nipples hard and stiff against my hair. Her moves rubbed them and aggravated their sensitivity. We were lost to everything but each other, and I had no conscious thoughts, just a sense of overwhelming pleasure that flowed through my body and mind.

We played in this fashion for minute after minute, until she said "Daddy, hold me tight now."

I felt her tighten her hold around my neck and she opened her legs from around my waist. She pulled herself up until her pussy was against my cockhead. She again wrapped her legs around me, and pulled herself over my cock. I felt it slide inside her hot, slick pussy.

She lowered herself over my cock until it was deep and snug in her tight grip. Then she put her feet up against the shower wall and proceeded to push herself up away from my cock. I felt her rhythm and met her movements by pushing back up into her each time she pushed away. 

Her lips pressed against mine and we kissed. Deep, slow, wet kisses flowed from our mouths into each others as we held each other tight. He smooth skin was hot against mine. Her nipples were stiffer as they stabbed into my flesh.

Our hips pushed us against each other in slow, smooth movements, as we enjoyed those moments of unhurried bliss and love. I held her ass as she held my neck and we stayed locked together as the shower beat down on us. We were two lovers being washed and renewed by the steamy mists.

I ate her mouth with a hunger that could never be satisfied. Her lips were so rich and full, and her mouth was hot and giving. Her cheeks were soft like silk and as beautiful as the purest marble. I marveled at her as my mind filled with a joy I had never imagined before. I wanted this moment to live forever and never end.

It was as if I didn't exist then, but was a part of her as she was a part of me. Our bodies were intertwined and joined and held together by common needs and urges. I felt as if I was intoxicated...full of a soft passion that made me want her, but allowed me to feel every nuance of her. 

Every nerve in my body was tuned to her. Every olfactory sensor sought her scent. My ears opened and gathered every sigh and breath and sound she made and magnified them and broadcast them to my mind. My mind played across all of my sensors and read her body and painted a rich image of her that filled my imagination even as I felt the real beauty against me.

And my cock still moved into her soft, welcoming pussy.

"Daddy, I need you to go faster. Will you please?"

Her words woke me from my tranquil state and shook me from my peaceful thoughts and provoked my harsher ones.

"Yes baby. Is this better," I asked as I sped up my strokes.

"Yes, Daddy, but maybe faster yet. OK?"

I gripped her ass tighter and pulled my cock back and shoved it harder.

"Like this?"

"Yes Daddy, like that. Ohhhhhh.... UUUMmmmmmmm.... YYYYEEEEEEESSSSSS."

I pulled back again and I slammed my cock as hard as I could into her. She gasped as my cock rammed her and then I pulled back and rammed her again...and again...and again.

Her feet fell limp, and she stopped pushing back as before. My cock hammered into her with all of the force and fury I could muster. Her head dropped back and she closed her eyes as I leaned her against the shower wall and began to pound into her even harder. I gripped her ass hard as my cock plowed into her.

"Daddy...Daddy.....Daddy," she kept moaning, and her moans drove me on as I slammed my balls against her ass. Her arms held tight around my neck as I bounced her up and down on my cock as I rammed it up inside her soaking cunt. 

I was tiring quickly, but unwilling to release her and my mind sought for an idea that would allow me to continue my assault, and as my passion took me over, I knew what to do. I opened the shower door, and with her still impaled on my cock, I stepped out and grabbed the clothes hamper and carried it into the shower. I set it down and seated her on it.

I pulled her legs up over my shoulders and resumed my hard fucking. She reached her hands up and pinched my nipples as I tore into her, my cock relentlessly slamming back and forth in and out of her swollen pussy. She leaned back and stared at me, her eyes glazed and unfocused.

"Is this what you want, baby?"

"Ummmpp, yes Daddy."

"Is this what you need, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy."

She looked limp and exhausted as she sat there, legs up and her body sagging. And I felt my cock begin to feel hot and my balls tightened and I pushed deep inside again and held her tight as my cock shot my sperm deep inside her. She opened her eyes then and I could see that she felt my cock unload my cum in her.

She leaned to me and we kissed as I emptied my balls in her. We kissed a little longer and then I helped her up and led her to my bed. She lay down on the covers and immediately fell asleep. I turned the lights off in the house and soon joined her. I got a sheet from the bureau and covered her carefully so she would awaken, and then I lay back down, cupped against her, with my arm across her. We slept peacefully together.



Jamie Ch. 07



I know this is technically a group sex category, but I'm just keeping the series together in the same one. That aside, I hope you enjoy! Please comment! 

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Around 11:00 that night, we were watching TV, waiting to see if the pizza girl would show up. She'd been off for an hour, so we were starting to doubt she was coming, when there was a knock on the door. I looked at Jamie and she returned my smile. 

"I guess she is coming," she said and giggled. 

"I guess so," I said and got up out of the bed to answer the door. When I opened the door, there stood a beautiful blonde girl. Her pizza delivery uniform had hidden most of her figure earlier, but now, in her "street clothes", I was able to see what she was hiding. She'd ditched the red visor to show off her styled blonde hair. She looked like Rocket from Sucker Punch (if you've seen the movie then you know it's a hard style to describe). 

The oversized polo shirt was now replaced with a form-fitting pink T-shirt that definitely showed off her great, full tits. When she'd brought the pizza, she'd been wearing tight black jeans, but the bagginess of the polo shirt hid the view of her tight, round, bubble-butt that her low-riding blue jeans hugged.

"Are you going to invite her in or stare at her?" Jamie asked with a laugh.

"I'm sorry," I said and stepped aside, holding the door open for this young, blonde beauty we were about to fuck.

"It's okay. I get that a lot," she said with a wink.

Jamie laughed again. "I like her already."

I let the door shut behind us as we walked to the bed.

"I have to be honest with you guys," she said. "This is the first time I've done something like this. I've never hooked up with a customer before; and I never dreamed it would be a couple either."

I smiled at her reassuringly. "And I have to be honest with you. The exchange we had at the door when you brought the pizza was the first time I've ever done anything like that. But," I said looking at Jamie, "something about this beautiful woman has brought a whole new me out."

Jamie blushed. "Stop it, Jason. You're embarrassing me."

"Well, it's true," I winked at her.

"Have a seat," Jamie said to the girl who was smiling at our exchange. She sat down on the edge of the bed, still looking nervous.

"What's your name?" I asked, sitting with Jamie again.

"Tracy."

"Well, Tracy, it's nice to officially meet you. And we're glad you decided to come. You are absolutely beautiful."

Tracy blushed. "Thanks. You're really pretty too," she said with a nervous grin.

"Do you have any questions? We want you to be totally comfortable before we do anything. We want us all to enjoy this, but if you're not comfortable with this, we would also understand."

I nodded. "Exactly. If you're not up for this, then you have nothing to worry about."

She seemed to study us both for a minute. "Well, you guys now my name, what are yours?"

I chuckled. "My name is Jason and this is Jamie. I guess introductions should have been the first thing to happen, huh?"

Tracy giggled. She looked more comfortable already. "Have either of you done this before?"

Jamie answered this time. "Neither of us has been in a threesome before, no, but we both learned tonight it was a fantasy we both shared. I have been with other girls before, and, really, only one other guy, and only once with him."

I looked at Jamie, surprised. This gorgeous girl I've been in love with for so long has only been with one other guy? I almost didn't believe it.

"Really?" Tracy voiced my disbelief.

"Yes, and we were both really drunk. I really regretted it the next morning. Especially since he was gone when I woke up."

"I thought you'd been with other guys," I said to her.

"I've dated other guys, but only slept with one. I really wish I hadn't."

I hugged her close to me. "I'm not perfect either," I admitted. "I got divorced a little over a year ago. She was the only woman I've ever been with until Jamie and I finally ended up together."

"How long have you two been together?" Tracy asked, seeming to be really interested in our relationship.

We both laughed a little. "Since Monday," Jamie said.

Tracy's jaw dropped. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. We've been friends for years, though. And I've had this not-so-secret off and on crush on Jamie since I was about sixteen," I explained.

"Then that explains why you two seem so close. You really seem like you've been together for a while."

Jamie and I looked at each other and smiled. I kissed her and then we looked back at Tracy who was smiling at us both.

"You guys are cute," she said.

"You think so?" Jamie asked. Her smile grew and then she started to crawl across the bed to Tracy. While we waited for Tracy to show up, we'd gotten dressed, although not in a whole lot. I was in shorts and a T-shirt while Jamie wore a tight, white T-shirt with no bra and a tiny black thong. I couldn't help but stare at her perfect ass as she crawled on all fours away from me. I sat back and watched as Jamie approached Tracy. A shy smile spread across Tracy's face as Jamie grew closer. Jamie reached up and gently dragged her fingernails across Tracy's cheek while slowly moving her face closer. Their lips were centimeters apart as Jamie's fingers reached the back of Tracy's head. Jamie lightly brushed her lips across Tracy's before finally pressing them in for a kiss.

I was practically already hard as they shared their first kiss. I'd watched lesbian scenes plenty of times in porn, but I'd never witnessed two girls soberly kissing each other in real life before. If Jamie and I hadn't fucked twice earlier that day, I would have blown my load from their first kiss alone. 

Tracy reached up and grabbed Jamie by the back of the head as she pressed her lips harder into Jamie's. Their mouths separated, allowing their tongues to meet. I enjoyed the show as their kisses grew more passionate and lustful. They laid down across the bed, pulling each other into an embrace as they continued to make out. Wanting in on the action, I laid down behind Jamie and kissed her shoulders and the back of her neck. Her hand found its way to my crotch and squeezed my rock hard cock as she continued kissing Tracy. 

I helped her out by unbuttoning my shorts and pulling the zipper down. Her hand moved inside of my shorts and grabbed the naked flesh of my dick. She slowly began to jerk me off as she kissed Tracy. As kissed and licked her neck and then nibbled on her ear in intervals, Tracy reached up Jamie's shirt, fondling her breasts. Suddenly they broke their kiss and sat up, Jamie's hand also left my dick. They each pulled off their shirts and then Jamie dove into Tracy's tits before Tracy could respond to the sight of a topless Jamie. I didn't blame her, I was usually mesmerized by Jamie's tits too. 

Tracy closed her eyes in pleasure as Jamie sucked on one tit and then the other. I decided I wanted to get some interaction with Tracy, and now that her lips were free, I took advantage and moved in. She smiled at me as I came in for a kiss. She received my kiss happily, sliding her tongue into my mouth almost immediately, so I did the same. Our tongues wrestled and danced with each other until I broke away and kissed down her neck and sucked on the open breast Jamie was neglecting at the moment. Tracy gasped and then let out a long, happy sigh. I slid my hand down Jamie's back to her wonderful ass with one hand while I reached behind Tracy and squeezed her jean covered ass with my other. 

I felt long fingernails scratching my back and the back of my head a moment later. A look out of the corner of my eye showed me that Tracy was giving Jamie the same treatment as well. 

Jamie abandoned Tracy's tits and moved down her body until she ran into Tracy's jeans.

"Let's get these off," Jamie said with a horny grin. Tracy returned it and I backed off of sucking on her nipple. Tracy then stood up and peeled off her skin tight jeans and tossed them aside. She hadn't been wearing any panties, so her entire body was now fully revealed to us. Both Jamie and I stared in awe at the beautiful eighteen year old body standing in front of us. Her full and perky round tits; her tight and slightly muscular stomach; her long, slender, yet shapely, legs; and her tight, shaved pussy; she was probably the most gorgeous girl I'd seen naked aside from Jamie. I couldn't wait to find out how that little pussy felt on my throbbing cock.

I tugged at Jamie's thong and pulled it over her hips and down her perfect, creamy-white legs. She rolled onto her back and allowed me to pull the tiny amount of fabric off of her completely. She then spread her legs and I wasted no time in diving into her snatch and begin eating her out. I looked up her body and saw Tracy climb onto the bed and plant her beautiful pussy over Jamie's face. Jamie moaned from the pleasure I was giving her as she hooked her arms around Tracy's legs and pulled the girl's pussy tighter into her face. Her tongue darted in and out quickly and then began to lick up and down her slit. I was already performing a similar action as I ate out my amazing girlfriend. 

Tracy let out cute whimpers as Jamie eat her box out and Jamie slowly bucked her hips into my face as I stuck my tongue deeper into her pussy. I felt Tracy breathing into my ear and then stick her tongue in it and begin licking it. It drove me insane as I pleasured the love of my life. I pulled away from Jamie for a second and kissed Tracy. Before I could return to Jamie's pussy, though, Tracy dove in, working on her clit. I repositioned myself to get better access to the lower half of Jamie's pussy as Tracy took care of the upper. Jamie began to scream in ecstasy, unable to work on Tracy any longer. I decided to take advantage of this and let Tracy go to town on Jamie.

I crawled off of the bed and stood behind Tracy. I had a choice to make. Do I feed my cock to Jamie's mouth or stick it in Tracy's pussy?

"Fuck her pussy, Jason," Jamie said and then gasped at whatever Tracy did to her pussy.

I smiled down at Jamie and when I went to grab the base of my cock to direct it into Tracy's perfect pussy, Jamie grabbed it and tugged me towards the teenaged girl eating her out. I closed the distance to the beautiful ass facing me and Jamie led my dick to Tracy's tight hole. Before she placed me at Tracy's entrance, though, Jamie took my cock into her mouth and lubed me up with her saliva for a few seconds. When she released me, I was properly lubed and ready to fuck Tracy. 

Jamie guided my dick into Tracy's snatch. I pressed forward slowly, unsure of how tight it might be for her. Tracy stopped eating Jamie out and looked back at me. She gave me a wink and I slowly sank into her depths. She was definitely ready to go. She was so wet, it didn't take much effort to slide my way home. When I finally bottomed out, I squeezed her cute bubble butt and slid out about halfway. I pushed myself back into her with a little more force.

"Ooh, yeah. That feels good, baby," she cooed and watched as I pulled out a little farther the next time. I slammed in a little harder to gauge her response. She closed her eyes but gave a grunt. "Fuck," she said. "Give it to me, Jason. Don't hold back."

I happily obeyed and slid out to the tip and then rammed my cock back into her again. She moaned as she returned to eating Jamie out. I slowly picked up the pace, and spanked her beautiful ass as I did. It was the only thing she had over Jamie. Their tits were about the same size, and they both had decently tight abs. But that butt of hers was just a little bigger than Jamie's and a little more round too. 

Every so often I would stop and hold my cock deep inside Tracy's pussy. When I did, Jamie lifted her head up and sucked on my balls for a couple seconds. I returned to fucking Tracy's tight pussy when Jamie would release my balls from her lips. It was an amazing feeling having my balls sucked as I fucked another girl.

Soon Jamie's breathing grew more and more labored as Tracy's tongue brought her to climax. Jamie began to scream unintelligible words with a random, "FUCK" or "SHIT" thrown in. Tracy didn't let up, though. She seemed to increase her efforts and I did the same, banging her pussy harder and harder. 

"HOLY SHIT!" Jamie screamed as she came closer to her orgasm. "FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCK!" she screamed and then Tracy slowed her attack on Jamie's pussy. When she looked back at me, I pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back. I wanted to feel this girl's mouth around my cock and I knew Jamie wanted to return the favor and eat her out. Jamie read my mind and spread Tracy's legs for full access to her pussy. I knelt just over Tracy's face and she lifted her head, taking my cock into her mouth. 

Her head bobbed up and down as she blew me while Jamie ate her out. She was definitely good at giving head. I wondered how many times she'd done it. She seemed like an expert. She even deep throated me, taking my entire length to the back of her throat. I reached behind me and squeezed her tits in turn.

"Wanna fuck my tits?" she asked one time after pulling me out of her mouth.

"Fuck yeah I do," I said and positioned myself further down her body. She squeezed her tits together around my dick and I began to fuck between her tits. The soft flesh of those perfect, natural mounds felt amazing as I slid in and out between them. "Oh shit," I said. 

"First time titty-fucking?" she asked.

I nodded. "Uh huh," I barely got out. I felt like I was about to blow my load on her chest.

"You getting close?" she asked. I looked down and locked my eyes on her beautiful blue ones and nodded. "You go ahead, right on my face, baby," she said and that sent me over the edge. My balls tightened and cum shot up my shaft as I fucked forward again. My spunk shot out of my dick and landed on her face. Another stream landed on her chin and then a third one hit her neck. The fourth drizzled out, landing between her tits. "Stick that back in my mouth," she demanded. I did as she said and she cleaned me off. 

Shortly after that, Jamie had Tracy moaning and groaning louder and louder. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel and began cleaning my cum off of her body. Jamie increased her efforts and I watched as Tracy began to squirm and writhe in painful pleasure. She had her right hand balled into a fist with which she punched the mattress. Her fingers curled around the sheet as she seemed to hold on for dear life. I looked down at Jamie just as Tracy squirted juices all over Jamie's face. About a minute later, Tracy finally came down from her high and breathed heavily. I laid next to her on one side and Jamie cuddled up to her on the other. The two girls kissed again, tenderly and lovingly. 

"You can stay the rest of the night," Jamie said. And by her tone of voice, I could tell this wasn't going to be the only time we fucked Tracy that night.

I laid back on the bed, and both girls cuddled up on either side of me. We just rested for a little while, but my mind was racing too much from what I had just experienced to be able to sleep. My new girlfriend, perfect in every way in my eyes, just shared a beautiful eighteen year old girl with me. I knew this was a one-time thing, but it was a memory that would be locked away forever. I secretly wanted this to happen again in the future, but that was something I would definitely keep to myself. I loved Jamie too much to press another threesome one day.

The girls drifted off to sleep a few minutes later, but my mind was still reeling; replaying the scene. Every moment was better than the last: Jamie kissing Tracy; their clothes coming off one article at a time; Jamie jerking me off as she made out with Tracy; fucking Tracy's pussy while Jamie licked and sucked at my balls; and then finally, cumming on Tracy's beautiful face as I fucked her tits. I think that was honestly my favorite part; sliding my dick between those perfect, tanned tits. Her skin was so silky and smooth, I could feel myself growing hard again just thinking about it.

"You already ready to go again?" Tracy asked quietly. I looked at her and saw those deep blue eyes sparkling as she looked up at me. Her soft pink lips were spread into an inviting smile. 

"How can I not be with two beautiful women lying naked in my arms?" I asked her. Her pinks turned a slight shade of pink as she hid her face in my chest. I hugged her tighter for a second and then she reached down for my, now, rock hard cock. She lightly caressed it with the tips of her dainty fingers, using the nails ever so gently. I watched as she played with me. Jamie pressed in tighter to me and nestled her head into my chest a little more.

"I think she's awake," Tracy said and I looked at Jamie. 

Jamie looked up into my eyes. I tried to convey all the love I had for her in my gaze, but it wasn't doing it justice. I moved my head towards hers as much as I could and she met me the rest of the way, kissing me deeply. Words couldn't express the love we had for each other, but this kiss displayed it much better.

"You two really love each other," Tracy said when we finally broke the kiss.

I never took my eyes off of my angel, but Jamie looked at Tracy with a confirming smile. My heart rate increased slightly from that smile. She really did love me. It wasn't just words and sex; it was something real. I'd always believed that true love was more than just an emotion, that it was an action, a decision that was made to commit yourself to someone. But, I couldn't deny that it did create some strong emotions.

"I hope I can find that one day."

Jamie reached across and caressed Tracy's cheek. "You will, Tracy. You will. You are a lovely girl. Any guy, or girl, would be blessed to be with you."

Tracy blushed again but never took her eyes off of Jamie's. Jamie pushed herself up and leaned across me. Tracy responded and met Jamie's lips with her own. They kissed softly at first, but the intensity slowly increased as sexual desire took over once again. With my left hand, I reached for Jamie's pussy and slid two fingers inside. She was really wet and ready to go. As I increased my attack on her pussy, I reached around Tracy with my other hand and fondled her beautiful tits. Jamie broke her kiss with Tracy and began kissing me while Tracy repositioned herself to suck on Jamie's creamy white breasts. 

Jamie broke her kiss with me and stared into my eyes lustfully. She then straddled me, impaling my dick deep inside her cunt as I removed my fingers. Tracy sat up so she could continue licking and sucking on Jamie's tits. As Jamie rode my cock, I began to finger fuck Tracy's pussy while she kept up her attack on Jamie's tits. Jamie felt great rising up and down on my pole. As tight and amazing as Tracy felt, I enjoyed the familiarity of Jamie's pussy on my dick. She also knew what to do by now to really get me off. 

I grabbed Tracy's legs and forced her over my face. I then pulled her pussy into my face. I heard muffled moans from both girls, so I assumed they began making out as orgasms began to grow in their pussies. Tracy tasted great as I fucked her with my tongue. The multiple sensations I felt did wonders on building my orgasm, but with how many times I'd had sex in the past few hours, I knew I'd be able to last a lot longer. 

Jamie pulled off of me but Tracy's mouth quickly replaced Jamie's pussy. Jamie crawled up to me and rubbed Tracy's clit while I continued plunging my tongue in and out of her pussy. I couldn't take my eyes off of Tracy's beautiful ass as I worked on her pussy. I wondered what it would feel like to fuck it. Jamie seemed to read my mind, too.

"You wanna fuck her ass?" she asked me seductively. 

"Uh huh," I said into Tracy's pussy.

"Well, then let's get you in there," she said. Jamie left my side for a moment and then the next thing I knew, Tracy was pulling her pussy away from me. She straddled my cock in a reverse cowgirl position and rode it up and down a few times. Jamie then guided her off of my dick and placed her on all fours. I scrambled to my knees and positioned myself behind her. I stuck my dick back in her pussy to lube it up a little more with her juices, and then I placed the tip at her beautiful butt hole. She relaxed her anus as much as she could as I slipped the tip in. It was tight and hot inside her ass, but it felt so good. Jamie spit on the top of my dick, adding a little more lube to the shaft.




Jamie Ch. 07



"Try and relax a little more, Tracy," Jamie instructed. "Jason, take it slow until you've gotten all the way in a few times."

I did as she said and inch by inch, half-inch by half-inch, I slid deeper inside Tracy's ass. She winced in pain a few times, so I would pull out. But she would always push back against me, saying it felt good as much as it hurt. After the third time of her assuring me of this, I stopped pulling out when she would wince. Finally, my full length was inside her ass and it felt amazing. I pulled out about half way and then slowly slid in again until I bottomed out. I held onto her hips and as it became easier to fuck her ass, I picked up the pace and, soon, I was banging her as hard as I banged her pussy earlier. She screamed in ecstasy as I butt-fucked her. Jamie then positioned herself so Tracy could eat her out as I fucked Tracy's ass.

After a few minutes of this, Jamie decided she wanted to eat Tracy out, so she repositioned herself into a 69 with Tracy while I continued my attack on her ass. I bent over Tracy, squeezing her tits as I pummeled her ass with my cock. I pushed myself back up again and held on to her shapely hips, pulling her harder into me as I slammed forward. I felt my balls begin to tighten as I fucked her, but I held off my orgasm as long as I could. It didn't take long, though, before my efforts became useless.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned her.

"Cum in my ass, baby, fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Tracy screamed like a little slut as I banged her ass. She continued her dirty talk and soon her screams became unintelligible exclamations of pleasure as she received double pleasure from me and Jamie. 

"Stop!" Jamie commanded and I slowed down, my orgasm slowly subsiding. 

"What's wrong, babe?" I asked. 

"It's my turn for your cum!" she mockingly whined.

I pulled out of Tracy's ass, and Tracy came down from her orgasm as we repositioned ourselves again. 

"How do you want me, Love?" I asked Jamie.

"On your back. You need to finish her orgasm."

"Yes ma'am," I complied and laid back on my back again.

Jamie sank her cunt on my cock again and let out a satisfied sigh. Her pussy tightened as she rose up and down on my cock. Tracy watched for a minute as Jamie and I fucked in our favorite position. She fingered herself, leaning against the headboard as she watched us.

"Get over here," I told her and she smiled hungrily at me. She then straddled my face and I roughly attacked her pussy with my tongue and mouth. She began screaming again as I stuck a finger back in her ass while I ate her out. She fell forward, holding onto the headboard as we all fucked at once. I felt my balls tighten once again and I moaned loudly into Tracy's pussy as cum began to shoot up my dick. The next second, I exploded into Jamie's pussy and she screamed in another orgasm, her pussy muscles tightening around my dick, sucking out as much fluid as possible. Soon after, Tracy's pussy squirted all over my face. I hadn't been expecting her to squirt like that and it caught me off guard. Tracy collapsed into the wall and then sank down onto the bed. Jamie also collapsed, laying down on top of me with my dick still insider her, slowly growing softer. 

We breathed heavily as we came off of our post-orgasmic bliss. Jamie pulled off of my shaft and cuddled up next to me on my right, while Tracy did the same on my left. This time we passed out until morning.



Jamie Ch. 08



Jamie and I slept soundly and in the morning I showered and dressed and went downstairs to my office. I made a few calls and arranged for Ed to take care of the sales calls all day. I had checks to sign, so I went downtown and took care of the few things that couldn't wait.

I returned as soon as possible and opened the door and went into the house as quietly as I could, so I wouldn't wake her. I crept into the bedroom to find that she wasn't there. There was no water running in the shower, so I went down the hall to her room. She was nowhere to be found. I called out to her, without an answer.

Her car was still parked on the street, so I assumed she hadn't left. I went out onto the patio and saw her lying on a chaise lounge, in her white thong. 

"Hi Daddy. You were up early."

"I had to go to the office to take care of a few things."

"Why don't you join me?"

"I will in a few minutes. I need to make a couple of calls first."

I went inside and called my wife's cell phone. She answered after a few rings. She was on break at the moment at the seminar. She had been enjoying the course and almost hated for it to end. I assured her that we were doing fine and we wished it lasted longer too. After confirming her return the next evening and saying goodbye to her, I sat at the kitchen table and drank a glass of juice as I talked to my accountant.

I could see Jamie through the window. She was on her back, with her thong pulled up tight so she could get the maximum exposure on her thighs and stomach. Her bra was off and she had placed it just so that her nipples were protected, but the straps were tucked under.

I watched her and realized that soon other men would be seeing her as I did. I hated that thought, as I think I had assumed she would always be with me. I watched her as she lay there and couldn't imagine losing her. It had been lucky that she chose to stay at home as she attended college, but I knew she would be ready to move out before long, especially if she decided to attend the university next year.

The more I thought about that, the more distressed I felt. I had been protective of her, but now my emotions were more jealous of someone that would be taking her from me, even though he wasn't even in the picture yet. 

I paced through the house and went back to watch her. She had rolled over on her stomach, and I saw her round, perfect ass raise up. Her thong strap was invisable as it was drawn up between her buttocks. My cock stirred as I studied her young firm body.

I was tempted to call her inside so I could touch her, and make love to her, but I knew there was time after she had sunbathed a little longer. I would let her relax for the moment. The more I had her, the more I wanted her. I knew our relationship wasn't normal or perhaps acceptable to society, but I knew that my possessive feelings and continuous lust for her was even more aberant.

I didn't care. All I wanted was her. As I thought about the recent days when we explored and played together, I found myself unable to keep from rubbing my cock as I watched. She was so close and would be willing to come in the house and let me do as I wanted, yet at that moment, I only wanted to watch her as I jacked my cock. I was watching her in secret and unknown to her. She wasn't aware I was watching her and that heightened my excitement.

The phone rang and I was distracted by the call for a few minutes. Jamie came in and went to her room. When I hung up, I walked down the hall and peeked in at her. She was slipping a pair of shorts on and turned as she saw me.

"How do you feel today, honey?"

"I feel good Daddy, why?"

"Well, I was a little concerned that maybe you were sore or had regretted last night. Maybe things got a little out of hand. I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"Yes I was pretty sore this morning. I have never been used like that before and I felt really tender, but I feel ok now. And no, I haven't regretted last night. It was very exciting to me to know you saw me as a woman and that you are so aroused by me. And Daddy, thanks for not letting the men have me. I wanted them too, but at the same time, I didn't want you to let them. Thanks, Daddy. I love you."

She kissed my cheek and moved away quckly, so I didn't have time to grab her.

"What are you doing today, honey?"

"I was going to go looking for a new car. I think I deserve one, don't you Daddy?"

I was stunned.

I had just bought her a car. It wasn't a new one, but it was sporty and only two years old. She had picked it out and had been happy with it, I thought. 

"Why do you need a new car, and how are you going to pay for it?"

She turned to look at me and gave me a sly smile.

"I thought you wanted me to have the best of everything Daddy. You told me last night that you wanted to protect me and keep me for yourself, and I know you enjoyed our little night out. I just thought it would be a nice way to show that you do love me and that you want to "take care" of me Daddy. You do want to "take care" of me, dont you Daddy."

She brushed her hands across her breasts and down across her crotch, punctuating her statement.

I knew exactly what she meant. I stood there for a minute, and then I shocked her. 

I grabbed her arms and threw her down on her bed with such fury she bounced off and hit the floor. I pounced on her and I sat across her chest and I grabbed her throat with both hands and glared into her eyes.

"So you think I owe you a car? Is that right, you little fucking slut? You think your pussy is worth that? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

The look of panic was unmistakable as her eyes filled with tears and she sobbed without control.

"I am sorry, Daddy. Please......."

"Shut up, dammit..Shut the fuck up."

I was angry that she would take the love and care that I had given her and turn it against me like some bar dancer or cheap whore.

"Yeah, I bet you're sorry all right, but you don't know how sorry you're gonna be."

I raised up enough to grab her top and jerk it up. The neck caught on her head and I pulled it hard to remove it.

"Daddy, you're hurting me."

I pinched her cheek hard in response, and then I pinched her nipples...hard tight pinches, not teasing, exciting pinches designed to arouse her, but pinches designed to inflict pain.

"Ooooowwww, Daddy, please don't."

She tried to roll out from under my hands and fought to push them away, but her efforts only served to make me pinch her harder. Her eyes were wide with fear and pain and I relished that look. 

She butted her head up and struggled until I slapped her face with my open hand. Smack... I slapped her again...smack...smack. I took her face in my hand and squeezed it as I leaned down to her. I stuck my tongue out and licked her face as she tried to turn away. I left my wet saliva on her cheeks and on her chin, and then I raised back up.

I took her nipples between my fingers again and I pulled them up and saw her breasts stretch as I lifted them away from her chest. She grimaced in pain as I held them up, stretched and abused.

I leaned more of my weight on her belly, and she fought to breathe as my body confined her lungs. Her face now was contorted in pain and fear. 

"Does this feel to you like I like your car idea? Do you still want a new car?"

"No, Daddy, please get up. You are hurting me and I can't breathe. Why are you hurting me like this? I thought you loved me."

"You need to learn your place, baby. You can't think you control me, just because I fuck you, and you can't play little "give me" games with me. I would have bought you a new car, because I love you, but now you have made that trivial. You have made me see you as a whore that fucks for cars and who knows what else."

"If you're going to act like a whore, then I'll treat you like one," I continued, as I reached back and roughly rubbed her crotch.

I released her tits and slid back until I was sitting on her legs. She watched my expression, as I unsnapped her shorts and pulled them down. I moved her thong down until her pussy was exposed and then I rubbed between her lips and shoved two fingers into her. 

"Please don't Daddy, you are too rough and are hurting me."

"If you complain again, I will roll you over and beat your ass. I will give you a spanking unlike any you ever received. Your ass will sting and ache for days. Do you understand, whore?"

"Yes Daddy, but I'm not a whore."

I slapped her. "You may never contradict me, whore. Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Stay here until I get back. Do not move."

I got up and left her room. I went to the kitchen and got a drink and ate a banana, and sat at the table for a few minutes. I went back to her room, to see her lying there as I had left her. She had not pulled her clothing back into place and was in the same spot I had left her.

"Good. You can learn to obey me and know your place. Stand up and remove your clothes and then lie down on your stomach. Place your arms and hands at your sides."

She stood and removed her shorts and thong and lay back down as I had commanded.

"Turn your head this way."

She turned. I stood above her and unzipped my jeans and dropped them to the floor. I wasn't wearing briefs and my cock hung down in a semi hard condition. Her eyes went to it immediately. I held my cock and stroked it as she watched, and soon it was hard and erect. I saw her move her legs slightly as I continued pulling and rubbing my cock.

I knelt just in front of her face and and raised my shaft so she could see my balls. 

"Lick my balls."

Her tongue pushed out between her lips and she stuck it out as far as she could, but didn't move to me. I scooted forward until my balls were against her chin. She licked and flicked her tongue over them.

"Suck them." 

Her mouth opened and I placed my balls against her lips and she sucked the skin and pulled a testicle into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue. She released it and sucked the other one in and sucked and rolled it.

She looked at my cock as she sucked my balls. I pulled away and dropped my cock onto her face. My cock head was on her nose and my shaft covered her chin and lips. I took my cock back in my hand and rubbed it all over her face, from her chin across her cheek up to her eyes and her forehead and then back down the other side. 

I stroked my cock again with my head pressed against her face and then slapped her face with my hot meat. slap...slap...slap...slap.

"Suck my cock now. Suck it like the whore you are."

Her lips opened wide and she licked them with her wet tongue as I pushed my cock into her mouth. She closed her lips and held them tight as she sucked my cock. Her tongue worked against it as her lips loosened and tightened around the shaft. She pulled it with her sucks and sucked it like a calf sucks its mother's teats.

I held her head and started to fuck her face. Her eyes looked up at mine as I started to thrust my cock in deeper and faster and I could see her gag as my cock slammed against her throat. I fucked her mouth harder and held her head tight as I used her lips as a captive cunt. My cock throbbed and jumped as I thrilled at the sight of her lying still with my cock ramming into her mouth.

I fucked her for a few minutes and then I slipped my finger between her legs and felt her cunt. Her lips were puffy and swollen, perhaps not having recovered from all of the fucking they had received the night before, or maybe from her excitement. Her cunt was soaked and her inner thighs were wet also.

I pulled my cock out and I crawled over her ass, poising my cock between her legs. Her ass was round and full and I felt her buttocks and squeezed them and rubbed them. They were firm, yet soft and cushiony, and I wanted to feel them against my stomach. 

I placed my cock against her labis and took my fingers and pushed her labia apart. I pushed them inside her cunt and got them wet and then I scooped up as much of her juices as I could bring out and rubbed it on her lips inside and out. I repositioned myself and placed my cock back between her lips.

My cock head was about an inch inside her when I stopped for a second. My hands raised above her and I struck her ass with both at exactly the same moment and when she jumped, I slammed my cock all the way into her. I slapped her again, and my cock shot back out and then plunged all the way in again.

My palms stung her ass and with each blow I rammed my cock, over and over and over. The room was full of the sounds of my hands hitting her ass, my balls slapping her legs and her moans and groans with each cycle.

I spanked and fucked her until my hands stung and her ass was a dark pink, and I held her down as I fucked her harder and deeper. My cock punished her cunt. I pulled her legs further apart and I pumped and pounded her cunt as hard as I could.

"See whore. This is what whores get. Do you like to be fucked like a whore, face down, with your cunt open and used like a piece of jerk off meat? Is that what you need, you fuck whore?"

She didn't answer but lay there still, as she gasped for air and groaned with my onslaught. I ravaged her cunt and when I was tired, I jerked my cock and shot my cum all over her ass and cunt. I made her stay spread out with my cum running down her body and caking as it dried.

"I will let you know when you may get up. Until then, you may not move or speak."

I took a shower and dressed, then returned to her room.

"Get up whore. Go clean up. You disgust me lying there with your cunt open like that. Clean yourself up and come back to me. I will decide what to do with you then, but you should know that I intend to use you and abuse and humiliate you. You are not my sweet innocent baby any longer. You are my slut and whore and I am going to treat you like that from now on. You have chosen that position by your greedy actions. Now you will pay for them."

She was stiff and sore as she slowly rolled over and sat up.

"Daddy, will you ever love me again like you always have?"

I turned and left the room, as she sobbed alone.



Jamie Ch. 08



After some writer's block, I finally finished this chapter up! Jason and Jamie's journey is getting close to the end! I hope you've been enjoying the trip! 

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The next morning I woke up before the girls did, needing to pee badly. I pulled myself away from the two gorgeous girls and crawled out of the bed. As soon as I was gone, they both moved closer together, still sleeping, and cuddled up for warmth. I smiled at the sight and then went into the bathroom to relieve myself. After I finished, I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered how a guy like me got to be so lucky.

Ever since that first night with Jamie, I felt like a different person. She had brought out a side of me I hadn't known was there. And not just because we were fucking like porn stars. No, I was more confident in myself. It was something I'd been working on on my own, but something about Jamie just made me feel like a new man. 

I checked myself out in the mirror. I still wasn't much to look at, in my own opinion, but Jamie was attracted to me and loved me. Although, I felt a tightness in my abs I hadn't noticed until then. I'd been more active than I had been for a while the past few days. I guess that much sex could be good for your health! My stomach felt a little less pudgy, my arms and chest were just starting to look a little more defined too. Not that I was suddenly becoming one of those ripped, muscle-man porn stars, but I definitely had more strength than I started the week out with. But, maybe it was just this new way I was seeing things. Just being around Jamie built me up, so because of how encouraging of a person she was naturally, I was seeing myself in a better way. 

"Could she be any more perfect?" I asked myself as I looked back in the mirror. I shook my head. "I don't think so."

I walked out of the bathroom to see Tracy frantically pulling on her clothes and Jamie walking towards me. 

"What's going on?" I asked, confused.

"Her dad called," Jamie said quietly. "She still lives at home."

"Tracy, are you okay?" I asked.

She looked back at me and gave me a nervous smile. "Yeah, Dad just doesn't like when I don't call if I'm not coming home."

"I'm sorry," I said. 

"No, don't be. It's my fault. I should have called him last night before I even came here. Of course, I was a little nervous and unsure if I was really going to do this."

"Are you going to get into trouble?" Jamie asked.

"No, I texted me friend, Jen, and she's covering for me."

She finished getting dressed and then walked up to both of us and kissed us.

"Thank you for last night. It was...great. I'm glad I came."

"So are we," Jamie said and kissed Tracy one more time, a little deeper.

Tracy's eyes were closed when Jamie pulled away. When she finally opened them, she blushed, feeling a little embarrassed. 

I laughed. "I feel the same way when she kisses me," I told her. 

She grinned. "If you're ever in this area again give me a call," she said and gave Jamie a piece of paper with her phone number on it.

"And if you're ever in California, give us a call," Jamie said. "I gave you my number already."

"I definitely will," she said and then headed for the door. "Have a safe rest of your trip," she said, pausing at the door with a sweet smile. Then she was gone.

Jamie turned towards me with a difficult expression to read. It was hard to describe because of the different emotions that seemed to flash through in just a second. 

"You okay, Jamie?" I asked, rubbing her shoulders lovingly.

She shrugged and then hugged me. She shook a little. Is she crying? I thought.

"Jamie, what's wrong?" I asked her.

"I don't know," she said sadly. 

With my hands still on her shoulders, I pulled us apart so I could look into her eyes.

"What is it? Tell me," I said softly.

I guided her to the bed and we sat down, facing each other. 

"Does this have to do with Tracy?" I asked.

She finally looked back at me and nodded a little.

"Okay, what is it?"

"I...it...you...God, I don't know what I'm trying to say."

A strand of hair fell across her left eye, so I pushed it back behind her ear and then caressed her face.

She took a deep breath. "Do you like her more than me?"

I looked at her like she was crazy. "Seriously?" I tested. I didn't want to insult her by laughing or insinuating that I really thought it was a crazy question to ask.

"Yes," she confirmed.

"Jamie," I said softly. "Why would you think that?"

She shrugged and looked away from me. I gently grabbed the tip of her narrow chin with my thumb and index finger and guided her eyes back to mine.

"I have been crazy in love with you for the better part of fourteen years. No one else has my heart but you."

"You promise?"

"Cross my heart," I said drawing an X over my chest.

"Even though she's a hot, eighteen year old girl who let you fuck her tits?"

I chuckled and then kissed her. "I only want you."

She fell into my arms, wrapping hers around me. I held her close, assuring her I'd never let her go. 

"I don't think we should do that again," she said.

"You mean another threesome?" I asked.

"Yeah. I mean, it was hot and everything, but I definitely got jealous at times and I don't like that feeling."

"I have no problem with that, whatsoever," I told her. "Like I said, you're the only one I want, and that's for as long as we live."

She pulled back from my embrace and smiled at me with a tear stained face. I wiped away any tear that remained on her face and then kissed her deeply. She met my kiss passionately, but she pulled away as she began crying again.

"Baby, why are you crying?" I asked her.

"I don't know," she said and laughed as she continued to cry.

"I think I know what we can do," I said and gently laid her onto her back. I laid next to her and began kissing her deeply again. Her hand found the back of my head and she began to run her fingers through my hair as she returned the kiss. I ran my hand up her body from her thigh to her breasts and stopped there. I massaged her right breast and she moaned into our kiss. She reached for my hardening cock and began stroking it. Her legs spread and, as if we were in one mind, she guided me and I positioned myself over her. I lowered myself slowly as she slowly stroked my pole. When the tip of my dick could feel the warmth of her pussy, she stopped stroking and placed the tip right at her entrance. 

We never even opened our eyes as I began to slide into her depths. Soon, every inch of my cock was buried inside her to the hilt. Her legs wrapped around my waist and our arms snaked around our bodies, locking us into a tight embrace. I slowly pumped my shaft with small movements as she met each small thrust with equal bucks of her hips. I broke our kiss and began kissing and licking her neck, ear, collar bone...anywhere I could get my mouth while locked in this position. 

It was another loving moment when we felt like we couldn't get close enough. But, as time would have it, our passion grew stronger and our orgasms began to grow. I held mine back as much as I could. Wanting to please her, I broke our embrace and kissed and licked my way down her body until I came to her beautiful pussy. I didn't waste any time and just dove right in. Her hands clamped down on the back of my head, pressing my face deeper into her. My tongue went to work, probing and licking until I found her G-spot and focused all my attention there. 

Jamie's heavy breathing became moans which soon turned into screams of ecstasy. Her hips bucked into my face, fucking my tongue as I attacked her vagina. No intelligible words were screamed, just her beautiful voice screaming out. Her juices soon flowed over my face and she collapsed onto the bed, unable to move. I licked up whatever of her nectar leaked out until she regained her breath again. 

When I looked up at her a couple minutes later, her eyes were full of both love and lust.

"Get back up here and stick that cock of 

yours in my pussy."

Who was I to argue? "Yes, ma'am," I said and crawled back up to her. I didn't need guidance this time. My cock was like a heat seeking missile and hit its target. I slammed my cock home and she planted her mouth on mine lustfully as I began pumping into her pussy. "Fuck me, Jason. Fuck me good."

Again, who was I to deny this beauty? I fucked her good and hard, pulling out almost all the way and then slamming back into her again. After a couple minutes she wanted a new position, so I pulled out of her and let her up. She got on her hands and knees, teasingly shaking her ass at me. I grinned and got on my knees behind her. Grabbing my shaft, I directed it into her love hole again and slid it home. I then grabbed her hips and pulled her back as I slammed mine forward. I tested the spanking again and she smiled back at me. It was exactly what she wanted, so every few seconds I would slap a cheek as I fucked her good and hard.

Soon she was beginning to scream again, but not as loud this time. I grunted as my orgasm began to rebuild. She seemed to be able to tell that I was getting close because it wasn't just me pulling her hips back anymore. She was moving herself back into me. 

"Cum inside me, baby," she said. "Fill me up with your cum!"

That sent me right over the edge and I doubled over, resting my chest on her back as I exploded into her hot pussy. Four big blasts of jizz coated her insides, not including the smaller releases as my orgasm ended. 

We fell over onto the bed together and I slid out of her. I kept my arms wrapped around her from behind, caressing her breasts and stomach with my right hand as we began to catch our breath again.

"You are amazing," she whispered and then kissed me on the cheek.

"Me? It was all you, baby."

She snuggled closer to me for a few minutes. We almost fell back asleep, but realized we needed to check out soon. We showered together quickly and then packed up whatever clothes were strewn about the room once we were dressed. When we were back on the road, Jamie sat in the middle of the bench seat, as close to me as she could get.

After a couple hours of driving, Jamie had something to tell me.

"When we stop in Flagstaff, I just need to take care of something and then I want to get back on the road. Do you think you can drive through the night and get us home?"

"Yeah, but what's in Flagstaff? Why don't you want to stay the night?" I asked.

She sat up a little straighter, pulling her head off of my shoulder.

"I never told you about someone."

"A boyfriend?" I asked, more curious than angry. How could I be angry with her? She was with me and we'd just had some of the most amazing sex in either of our lives last night and then again this morning.

"Kinda. You know that one guy I said I'd been with? The only one I've slept with before you?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, he thinks there's more between us than there is. And the thing is, I never let him believe there wasn't," she sounded apprehensive telling me about this. 

"Okay. Why's that?"

"Well, I always wondered if there may be something there with him one day. It was wrong of me, but I guess I didn't want to burn that bridge forever. But, we're together now, and he needs to know that there's no future with me."

"Poor guy," I said. 

"I know, I'm a bitch," she said and started to scoot over to the other side of the cab of the truck. 

I grabbed her wrist, not hard, but firmly. "What are you doing?" I asked calmly.

She looked at me confused. "Did you even listen to what I told you?"

"Of course I did. I listen to everything you say. I feel bad for the guy, not because you may or may not have strung him along a bit. I feel bad for him because he's losing you forever. I don't know how I'd handle that."

She scooted back towards me a little. "But what I did was wrong," she said.

I shrugged. "Maybe, but we're human, babe. We all make mistakes. Look at me; I was married to the devil. But, it's in my past and I've moved on. This isn't something either of you can't recover from."

She moved all the way back to being next to me again and I put my arm around her. 

"What if he gets upset?" she asked after she rested her head on my shoulder.

"I'm sure he will. But, I won't let him hurt you. Believe me, hurting you would be the last thing he ever does."

"My big strong hero," she playfully fawned over me, wrapping her arms around mine.

I laughed. "I don't know about strong, but I will always protect you."

"I know you will," she said, squeezing my arm. 

A few minutes later, I noticed Jamie breathing deeply. She was still cuddled up on my arm, fast asleep. I carefully slipped my arm from her grip and rested it on her shoulders. She stretched herself out, laying her head on my right leg. We were still a few hours from Flagstaff, but I was hoping it would be a short stop; food, bathroom, gas, breakup with non-boyfriend guy. 

I hoped it went that smoothly. I wasn't sure what I would do if her talk with this guy didn't go well. My mind automatically went to extremes, imagining him becoming violently angry and trying to hurt her. I really doubted anything like that would happen, though. At worst he'd probably get upset and call her a bitch. That would make me almost as angry, but I wouldn't have to beat the shit out of him if he did. 

When I looked at Jamie sleeping with her head in my lap, many thoughts and emotions ran through my head and my heart. I felt a sense of protectiveness over her; I was madly in love with her; I was also extremely happy. But the one that my mind kept reverting to was protectiveness. I kept imagining these scenarios where I had to keep rushing to rescue her from this guy; and each one more ridiculous than the last. Then a scenario popped in my head that defied the rest. I started to wonder what would happen if she decided not to end things with him and end it with me instead. Or what if she decided to fuck him one last time? Even in the scene in my head I didn't know what to do. I saw myself just standing there dumbfounded.

I shook my head and tried not to think any of those negative thoughts. I had to stay positive and confident in her love for me. It's all that truly mattered. 

When we got closer to Flagstaff, my stomach growled loudly. I was surprised it hadn't woken Jamie. I shook her shoulder gently and she pushed herself up into a sitting position. She squinted her eyes as she looked to see where we were.

"Welcome to Flagstaff," I told her. 

She looked over at me and smiled nervously. I reached over and grabbed her hand. She looked down at our hands and then back at me again. I smiled warmly at her and her nerves seemed to subside a little. She scooted back over to sit next me and I put my arm around her. 

"You okay?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Just nervous, I guess."

"I'm sure. But, you'll be fine. And remember, I'll be nearby if you need me."

"I know," she said and sighed as she hugged me tightly. "I'm glad you're here, Jason."

I kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad I'm here too."

"I'm not sure I would be doing this if you weren't."

"Well, would you really have any reason to if I wasn't here?"

"Good point," she said after a few seconds and laughed.

"Just be honest and straightforward with him. He'll appreciate your honesty. I don't know the guy, but if I were him, I'd rather hear the truth, even if it's because there is someone else you've started seeing."

"I know, and I will be."

"I also wouldn't let him think something could happen in the future. Because, he may hold onto that as hope that things could change one day."

She sighed. "Jason, you're acting like I've never broken up with someone before."

I shut my mouth, not knowing how to respond. I wasn't even sure why I had kept going on about it either.

Jamie sat up taller and kissed me on the cheek. 

"I know what I'm doing. I'm just nervous about it because I know I'll be breaking his heart. He's been holding onto hope of a relationship for a few years now. He's a great guy, but I've just never really been sure about him."

"And you're sure about us?" I asked.

She looked worried. "Are you?"

"No, no, no, I totally am! There's no one else I've wanted to be with more! No, Jamie, I am definitely sure about us."

She giggled and then kissed me on the cheek again. "You're cute when you get like that."

I laughed. "Get like what?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Scared or whatever you wanna call it."

"Well, I just don't want you thinking I have any doubts about us. I love you and I always will."

She grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. A couple seconds later we felt the rivets on the side of the road vibrating through the wheels, roaring loudly in the cab. We broke the kiss and 

I pulled the truck back onto the lane. I saw a turn off in the road up ahead. My stomach rumbled with hunger, but my cock was also starting to grow just from that kiss. 

I looked at Jamie and nodded at the turn off and she nodded excitedly. I slowed the truck and pulled off the road and parked in the dirt turn off in the road. As soon as the truck was in park, Jamie pounced on me, planting her mouth on mine. Our tongues wrestled as we kissed like our lives depended on it. I pushed forward and she maneuvered her legs underneath her so she could lie back as I positioned myself on top of her, all without breaking our kiss. I had to admit, we were getting pretty good at working together.

She attacked my T-shirt, pulling it up towards my head. I broke our kiss and discarded my shirt and she did the same with her black tank top. I smiled again at the sight of her beautiful, milky-white breasts. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath after our intense making out. She smiled back at me seductively and I attacked. 

Our mouths locked together in another passionate kiss and our arms wrapped around each other, pulling each other as close as we possibly could. Her tits mashed into my chest.

I pulled my mouth off of hers and kissed the side of her face to her ear. I nibbled on her lobe and then licked and tickled her ear with my tongue. She giggled at the tickling but sighed as the touch of my tongue turned her on even more. I licked down to her neck and then under her chin to give some attention to her other ear.

"Oooh," she moaned when I repeated the same action on her right ear as I had with her left. 

"God, that feels good, Jason."

"Mm," I grunted as I continued licking her ear. I savored the salt of her skin as I moved down her neck to her collarbone. 

"Jason, enough," she said and I looked into her eyes. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast before we get caught," she said and laughed.

"You don't gotta tell me twice," I said and began working on unbuttoning my jeans while she wiggled out of her tiny denim shorts. She wore no panties, just like she hadn't been wearing a bra. I suspected she had been planning this all along. 

Once my pants were down around my ankles and her perfect legs were spread, I repositioned myself over her and lowered myself down. My cock didn't need any guidance as it connected with her love hole. It was like magnets being drawn into each other.

I slid in easily. We'd had enough sex recently that it wasn't as tight on first entry anymore. But that's not to say she didn't feel amazing, still. Once I was in, she seemed to squeeze my shaft wither her pussy muscles, milking me for all I was worth. As soon as I bottomed out, we began to find a rhythm, fucking in perfect time with each other. I quickly picked up the pace and she locked her arms around my neck while also locking her legs around my waste. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, fuck me fuuuck meeee! Harder, harder, HARDER!!!" She began to scream as 

I slammed into her with everything I had, as quickly as I could. She must have been hornier than I thought because it wasn't long before her orgasm began to build. I could tell it was coming because of how she began to pull her hips into mine with her legs wrapped around my waste. Her heals dug into my lower back with each thrust she made. I would also thrust down into her as she lifted herself up off the seat. 




Jamie Ch. 08



It'd only been a couple minutes but I felt my own orgasm beginning to build right along with hers. I grunted with each thrust into her pussy. 

Droplets of sweat began to gather on my forehead and her face was glistening as well. She continued to scream obscenities, encouraging me to bang her harder, and I gladly obeyed. My balls tightened suddenly and cum shot up my shaft, splashing and coating her insides with violent explosions. I shuddered and shook as my orgasm crashed and she did the same as her own orgasm finally released. I was amazed that we came together and so hard.

We looked into each other's eyes and kissed again. Then a loud tapping on the driver's side window scared the ever living shit out of us. I turned around and saw a State Trooper standing outside the window.

"Oh fuck," we said together. I pulled my pants up as quickly as I could and sat in the driver's seat to roll down the window.

"Step out of the vehicle, please," he demanded.

I listened to the officer and got out of the truck while Jamie put her clothes on.

"I'm sorry, officer. We just sorta lost-"

"Shut it, son, if you know what's good for you," he said and then looked past me as he watched Jamie put her clothes back on. I didn't need to see past his aviators to know that he liked what he saw. "Walk with me," he said.

I looked at him confused but I didn't argue. We walked to the rear of the truck where he pointed out the rear lights. 

"Do you see an issue?" he asked. 

I studied the truck but both rear lights were on. 

I remember we hadn't even bothered to turn the truck off when we stopped to fuck.

"No, sir. The brake lights seem to be working."

"Your hazards aren't on. You're pulled off to the side of the road, in an emergency parking area."

"Oh," I said. That's it? I thought

"Come on, son. You think I'd arrest you for taking a couple minutes to fuck her?" he whispered.

I did everything I could to keep my jaw from dropping. I think I failed because the State Trooper laughed his ass off.

"Son, I don't blame you for stopping. If I was traveling with a girl like her, I'm not sure we'd be getting far. But, next time you decide to pull over, turn on your hazards or, better yet, shut off your truck. More than likely people will think you're stopping to rest your eyes for a bit."

"So, we're not in trouble for indecent exposure?"

"No one saw you but me, and there is nothing indecent about your girl," he laughed and then shook my hand. "Consider this a warning. Be careful, son."

The Trooper walked to his car and drove away, but not before flipping the switch on his siren a couple times.

I shook my head as I walked back to the cab of the truck. Jamie leaned out, her beautiful breasts practically falling out of her tiny black tank top. If we hadn't just been caught by an officer of the law, I would have fucked her again right there.

"What happened?" she asked, crawling back to her seat in the middle of the bench seat as I pulled myself up into the truck. 

I shut the door, still shaking my head. "Thank you for being so hot," I said and chuckled nervously.

She looked at me confused. "What?"

I laughed again, starting to near hysterics. "He told me that next time we pull over to fuck on the side of the road, to turn on the hazard lights or shut off the truck."

"We aren't in trouble for sex in public or for indecent exposure?"

I laughed again. "He said he would have done the same thing if he were me and that there was nothing indecent about you."

Jamie cracked a smile and chuckled. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

I shook my head, barely breathing due to my laughter. Jamie began to laugh harder as well and, soon, we were both laughing uncontrollably. We waited until we were both calm before continuing our drive into Flagstaff, AZ. 

"We're on track for becoming a couple exhibitionists aren't we?" Jamie joked.

I laughed. "I think that's as far as I'll go with fucking in public."

"Oh, me too," she agreed. We looked at each other and busted out laughing again. Tears streamed down both of our faces. This was by far the greatest road trip either of us had ever been on.

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An hour later we stopped and filled up the gas tank again. Right next to the gas station was a Denny's, so we stopped and ate. We were both starving after our little tryst on the side of I-40. After our meal, we headed over to the NAU campus where Jamie's "friend" worked. He graduated a few years ago and was now an assistant football coach at the school. He owned a small house near the campus that he shared with two roommates, who happened to be a dating couple Jamie also knew.

We parked the big truck along the curb and walked up to the house together. When we knocked on the door, a gorgeous redhead answered.

"Jamie!" she nearly shouted excitedly and hugged her friend. "What are you doing here? And who is this?" she drilled her for answers.

"This is my really good friend, Jason."

"Friend, or 'friend'?" she asked with a wink, using her fingers to form quotes when she emphasized the word "friend".

Jamie laughed and just made quotes with her own fingers.

"Oh my gosh!" she said excitedly and hugged Jamie again. "My name is Candace, but you can call me Candy."

"It's nice to meet you, Candy. I'm Jason," I said shaking the hand she extended to me. I couldn't help but check her out real quick. She was definitely a very attractive girl; bright red, curly hair, fair skin with lots of freckles that actually enhanced her beauty, a tight waste, curvy hips and big, round, perky breasts. 

Honestly, if I hadn't been so in love with Jamie, I would have done this girl where she stood.

"I think he likes you," Jamie teased.

I looked at her wide-eyed. "I, uh," I stammered.

Jamie and Candy laughed and then Jamie kissed me on the cheek. "It's okay, Jason. I would have thought there was something seriously wrong with you if you hadn't checked her out. Hell, if we weren't together, I'd do her myself!"

"Don't act like that's never happened," Candy said, lowering her voice.

My cock twitched. I was regretting our decision to never have a threesome again. Maybe Jamie meant that we would never do that again with someone we didn't know. But, then again, it would be even more difficult if we knew the girl because there would already be a familiarity and, therefore, a risk of attachment.

"I know where your head's going, Jason. Don't press your luck," Jamie said and laughed as she followed Candy inside.

I didn't know how Jamie knew what I was thinking, but I probably wasn't hiding it very well. I followed them into the small house. It was decorated comfortably with scenic paintings of wooded areas and cabins in the woods. An older-looking couch and loveseat set were set up in the center of the living room facing a 57" flat screen TV; a brown, leather recliner sat to the left of the couch, facing the TV at a side angle. 

The walls had a very rustic, cabin look to them. 

"The place looks great!" Jamie said, setting her purse down on the couch as she perused the room.

"Thanks! Tom and I picked up some stuff for the living room not too long ago. Chase still has his man-cave, though," Candy said with a roll of her eyes.

"So, where are Tom and Chase?"

"They should be back any minute. They just went to pick up the keg for the part tonight."

"Oh, you're having a party?" Jamie asked uneasily.

"Yeah. Tom and I are engaged!" she said, showing off her hand. I don't know why I hadn't noticed the modest diamond ring on her finger. It was beautiful, but simple. It seemed to be more fitting to Jamie than Candy. I would have expected her to have something bigger and flashier. 

"Oh my god!" Jamie cried. She hugged Candy and then grabbed Candy's left hand, inspecting the ring.

"It's just a starter ring. It's all Tom could afford right now, but he said for an anniversary he will upgrade it. But, I don't even care about that! I'm just excited that we're finally getting married!"

"Candy, I'm so happy for you guys!" Jamie said and hugged her again.

"Thanks. You guys should totally stick around for the party!" Candy said.

Jamie looked at me and I shrugged. It didn't matter to me what we did. But, I did see this as putting a hold on her talking to Chase, which is who I assumed was her sort-of-boyfriend.

"Is that okay?" Jamie asked me.

"Hey, it's totally up to you, babe. If you wanna stick around and celebrate with your friends, I'm totally okay with that."

"Jamie, did you come here to see Chase?" Candy asked.

Jamie looked back at her friend. "Yeah. I've kinda led him on to think something might happen one day. I just need to let him know about Jason and I."

"You two are serious?" Candy asked.

"Yeah. It's just one of those things, you know? I mean, you and Tom were friends for years and then just realized you loved each other one day, right?"

"Kinda. Tom had no idea I liked him, but I never gave up and he finally woke up," she said, giving a quick explanation of their relationship.

"Well, consider me the Tom in our relationship, then," Jamie said with a nervous laugh.

Candy looked at me. "You've been after her for years?"

I nodded. "Ever since I was sixteen. I've dated other girls and thought they were great, but every time I saw Jamie again, it was like all those old feelings from when I was younger just came rushing back. And when I went through my divorce, Jamie was there for me at times when I needed a friend, even though we were in different states. When she told me she was moving back to California, I offered to help her move back. Then, one thing led to another and...here we are!"

"Aw! That is such a cute story! Aside from the divorce part, of course." Candy said. I blushed and grinned at her like an idiot.

"And, now, I need to let Chase know about us," Jamie said.

"Yeah, you should. It might be just what he needs to push him towards this great girl I've had picked out for him for months! She hangs out here a lot, and she really likes him, but he won't give any girl the time of day because he's stuck on you!"

Jamie's mouth twisted in a guilty look.

"Oh god!" Candy said. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it to sound that way! It's not your fault, Jamie. He's an idiot, really!"

"Well, I strung him along and made him think something might happen. If breaking his heart will ultimately make him happier in the long run, then I need to do it."

A truck pulled up in the driveway. "That's Tom with the keg. Chase was supposed to meet him there when he finished at the school. Hopefully he's right behind him. Come on, Jason. I'll introduce you to my fiancé!"

She led us back outside where we met Tom, a good-looking guy with brown hair, hazel eyes and a decent build at 5'9". He looked like he kept in shape but wasn't necessarily a ripped jock. 

Another guy got out of the other side, but he was much bigger. He stood at about 6'2", bulging muscles, a shaved head and dark sunglasses. His plain white T-shirt stretched over his huge pectorals and tight abs and his jeans, which would have been baggy on me, were tight against his thighs. I prayed to God this wasn't Chase.

"Doug! What are you doing here?" Candy asked and jumped into his burly arms, kissing him on the cheek.

"I couldn't let you have a party without me, Baby Sister."

I let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't date a guy who look like that," Jamie whispered.

"Thank God. He could probably crumple me up and use me as a football."

Jamie laughed and that's what caught Doug's attention.

"Is that little Jamie?" he asked, setting Candy down. I wasn't sure if they were really related, or if "Baby Sister" was a nickname. He lumbered over and took Jamie up in his big arms. She didn't seem to struggle against him, so I assumed he was something of a gentle giant.

"Hey Doug, it's good to see you," Jamie said hugging his neck.

"Damn you look good, Jamie," he said setting her down. "Who's this guy?"

"This is my friend, Jason. He and I go way back."

Doug stretched out his hand to me and I took it. Well, more like he took mine. My hand completely disappeared inside of his, but he didn't crush my hand. He was firm, still, but he didn't break any of my bones with his handshake.

"Any friend of Jamie's is a friend of mine. It's nice to meet you, Jason."

"You too, Doug. God, you're huge," I said.

Doug laughed. "That's what she said," he joked and we all laughed with him. "I like this dude. You treat her right?" he asked me, tightening his grip on my hand slightly.

"Of course, with utmost respect."

He looked at Jamie with an eyebrow raised. He reminded me of The Rock.

"He's a perfect gentleman, Doug."

Doug laughed. "Just fuckin' with ya, bro. Jamie's a great girl, though. Like a little sister."

"That's good to know, man. I'm glad she's had someone like you in her life to look out for her."

Doug grinned and then went to the back of the truck. He hefted the keg up out of the bed and carried it into the now opened garage. Tom stepped up to me and shook my hand as well.

"Jason, right?" he asked and I nodded. "I'm Tom. It's nice to meet you. Like Doug said, any friend of Jamie's is a friend of ours." He leaned in a little closer. "You two a little more than friends?" he whispered.

I nodded.

He sucked wind in between his teeth. "This should be an interesting night. Welcome to our home, bro."

"Thanks, I think," I half-joked. Tom chuckled and then went up to his fiancée. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he slid his around her waist and they locked themselves in a deep French kiss. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist and he walked inside.

"We may not see them for a while," Doug joked.

"Fuck you!" Tom called back and we laughed as we followed them inside.

A couple hours later, the engagement party was in full swing. The house was crowded with people I didn't know, drinks were being passed around in Solo cups of different colors, and music was blaring. It felt more like a college party than an engagement party. 

"This is how they have partied for as long as I've known them," Jamie explained as we sat together on the couch.

"Well, at least they know how to have fun!"

"That they do, but don't let the party fool you. They're very responsible outside of their parties."

"Jason!" I heard Doug's deep, booming voice break through the crowd of people dancing in the living room. He found us on the couch and grabbed my shoulder. 

"What's up, Doug?"

"Dude, I need a partner for beer pong!"

"I've never played before!" I shouted over the music.

"Doesn't matter, bro. Come on, be my partner! Chase isn't here and Tom's probably bangin' Candy upstairs!" he laughed.

I looked at Jamie and she shrugged. "It's up to you!"

"Come cheer me on?" I asked.

She smiled and then stood up. "Let's go, Champ!"

Doug clapped and let out a loud "whoop" over the music and then headed for the garage. I followed him through the crowd with Jamie in tow.

"I'll be right there. I'll get us drinks!" she said as we bypassed the kitchen.

"Okay!" I said and kissed her. I then turned and followed Doug into the garage where two other guys were setting up the table. They looked a lot younger than us. They were probably students from NAU.

"You went and got an old guy?" one of the young kids asked. 

"Old guy? Are you even old enough to drink, kid?" I asked as I stepped up to the table.

"Who gives a fuck? Can your liver handle the drinks, or will you need a transplant halfway through?"

I smiled at the kid. "Shut up and fill up the cups, sonny boy."

The kid laughed and filled the cups with whatever beer came from the keg.

"What kind of beer?" I asked Doug.

"Just some Miller Light. Better to have cheap stuff in the keg for beer pong than good stuff."

"Good point. I'll drink it as best as I can. I'm not much of a beer drinker."

He slapped me on the back. "Ah, you'll be fine."

"Hey, can I ask you something before we get started?"

"Sure, bro, what's up?" he asked a little quieter since he could tell I was being more serious.

"What's Chase like?"

Doug gave me a knowing look. He definitely defied the dumb jock profile. He knew exactly what I was getting at.

"He's got a bit of a temper, but, don't worry, man. Jamie is well protected here. I really doubt he'd try to do anything either. He may be a prick sometimes, but he's a decent guy to the ladies, especially Jamie. He's crazy about her."

"That's what I'm afraid of. When you're crazy about someone, you're more likely to snap or go crazy yourself when things blow up in your face."

Doug considered my point and nodded. "We'll keep an eye on things. In fact, hold that thought," he said and pulled out his smart phone. He texted someone and waited a minute for the response. 

"All taken care of, bro. Candy is keeping an eye on Jamie. I think Chase showed up just as we were coming out here."

That must have been why she hung back.

"She's talking to him," I stated. "She told me she was getting drinks for me and her."

"She was heading that way. He probably caught her by surprise. No worries, man. She's in good hands. Plus, Candy is going to call or text me if anything crazy happens, which I seriously doubt."

I took a deep breath and looked at the two college kids staring at us from the other side of the garage.

"Ready to kick these kids' asses?" I asked Doug.

"Hell yeah, bro!"

They let us toss first saying age before beauty. Doug went first and sunk his ball in a cup. I sunk mine as well and both of them drank from their cups. They took their turn and made one but bounced the other. Doug drank the one they made. 

The game went back and forth, but Doug was really good. He never missed. We got to the last two cups on their side and we still had six of our original ten. I took the first shot and almost missed. It circled the rim and then fell into the beer before they could blow the ball out of the cup. Doug took his turn and sunk it with a bullet-like toss into the last cup.

"You didn't need me, bro!" I told Doug.

He laughed. "I did just to be able to play. Told 

you you'd be fine!"

Just then his phone went off. It was a text from Candy and Doug had a concerned look on his face. 

"Upstairs, bro. Go and check it out. Don't act hastily though!" he called after me as I ran out of the garage, through the laundry room and into the house. I bypassed the kitchen and then turned at the foot of the stairs in the living room. 

Without hesitation I bolted up the stairs and stopped at the top where Candy was waiting.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Look, they were both a bit tipsy and went into his room. I haven't heard anything yet, but I know he didn't look too happy. I think they just needed a quieter place to talk."

"Which room is his?" I asked.

"Jason-"

"Which room?" I demanded

She pointed at the double doors at the end of the hall, to the right of the stairs. I walked down to the end and stopped at the door. I could hear them speaking inside, so I quieted my breathing and tried to calm my heart rate as I listened.

"...of course I do. I will always love you," I heard Jamie say. I stumbled backwards and almost tripped over my feet.

"But you love this...guy?" he asked angrily.

"Yes, I do."

"You need to make a decision, Jamie. Him or me?"

"Chase..." she started to say, but I'd heard enough. I stood up straighter and then turned towards Candy, but my head began to spin and suddenly I was on the floor. I heard voices saying my name, but they were slipping away. Then everything went black.

When I woke, I was still in the middle of the hallway, a pillow behind my head and two beautiful girls looking down at me. Neither was Jamie, though. One was Candy and the other was some other girl from the party. Three guys stood behind them as well: Doug, Tom and the boyfriend of the random girl, I assumed




Jamie Ch. 08



"You okay, bro?" Doug asked.

"Jason?" I heard Jamie's voice call out from down the hall. How she knew it was me, I had no idea. I heard her footsteps coming quickly and then she was kneeling at my side.

"This is him?" I heard another guy ask. That must have been Chase. He came into view when Doug stepped aside. He looked similar to Tom, just brown eyes and a little more muscular. "This guy who's drunk off his ass?"

"I'm not drunk," I mumbled.

"What was that?" Chase asked.

"I'm not drunk, asshole," I said clearer as I sat up. My head was still spinning a little, though.

"Asshole? You come into my home and talk to me like that?"

"I talk to people as they treat others, so, yeah."

I felt strength returning to me. Hearing Jamie tell another guy she loved him did a number on me, but if she wanted him instead of me, who was I to stand in the way? Why would I want to be with someone who couldn't make up her mind? I'd make up her mind for her if I had to.

"Jason, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said coldly.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. He heard you two talking and then turned around and hit the floor. What did you say in there?"

Jamie's face went pale. "Jason, you misheard me."

"I heard you tell him you love him."

"Yes, but only as a friend. We've known each other a long time, Jason."

I shrugged. It could have been the truth. At this point, all I cared about was getting my strength back and getting on the road. Unfortunately, the next six hours would be pretty quiet and awkward between me and Jamie.

"Jason, I don't love Chase that way, at all. I love you!"

"Does he know that? He doesn't seem to."

"He's upset."

"Damn right I am! Fuckin' bitch leads me on for years and then this shithead comes around and suddenly I'm out of the picture? Fuck you both. Get the fuck-" his voice was interrupted by a giant fist landing in his face.

"No one talks to Jamie that way," Doug said standing over Chase who was now sprawled out on the hallway floor. I wished I could have been the one to do that, but I was glad it was done regardless. Tom and the other guy helped me up and once my head was done spinning, I stood over Chase too.

"Learn some respect, bro, and maybe you could have won her heart," I said and then turned towards Jamie.

"Jason, I'm sorry you heard what you did. I hope you can believe that I didn't mean it in the way it may have sounded."

I nodded. "I do. I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions. It wasn't easy to hear you tell another guy you love him."

She hugged me and I hugged her back. "Let's just leave this behind us," I whispered in her ear. 

She nodded and then pulled back. Looking up in to my eyes with her big brown ones, I couldn't stay mad at her. It was impossible. She kissed me and the world disappeared for a moment. Until something hit the back of my head, that is. My forehead hit hers and our noses smashed into each other's cheek. I looked at Jamie and she looked hurt. Candy pulled Jamie away and I turned around. Doug had Chase in a choke hold, holding him back.

"I'm sorry, Jason. He slipped past me," Doug apologized.

"It's okay, Doug. You can let him go."

Doug dropped Chase and Chase stumbled slightly when his feet hit the floor. When Chase regained his balance, he was seething with anger. He looked ready to fight me, and I would do what I had to to protect Jamie.

"Chase, I don't want to fight you, but if you don't stop now, I won't have any choice."

"Ha! Like you could take me!"

I shrugged. "I guess we'll find out," I said and clenched my fists. 

"Jason, don't!" Jamie said, hugging my arm.

"I won't, Jamie, unless he attacks."

"Chase, just let it go!" she pleaded with him.

"No, he stole you away from me," he said, sounding very irrational.

"Chase, we were never really together. I told you that and I apologized for letting you believe there was something more between us than there was. I'm sorry for leading you on. It was wrong of me!"

"Damn right it was!" he shouted. 

"Jamie, stand behind me," I told her. I could see the anger boiling up in his eyes even more. He wasn't looking at me anymore; he was looking only at Jamie. I didn't trust that he wouldn't hurt her. "Chase, you need to calm down before you do something you regret."

"Fuck you, you fucking asshole!"

"Mature," I said and sighed. "Just calm down. No one needs to get hurt."

"It's too late for that, dick!"

"I'm sorry you're hurt. But, isn't it better to find out this way than through friends of friends, or through fucking Facebook? At least she had the guts and the heart to tell you face to face. She could have just ignored you and lived her life without a second thought about you. She obviously loved you enough to tell you the truth. And, what, because you lost out, you want to hurt us?"

His anger grew even more. Being straight with him and showing him reason was making him angrier.

"Look, we'll leave and you'll never hear from us again. You can move on and so can we."

This idea didn't seem to work for him. He was done talking. Chase rushed forward and so did my fist. I connected with his nose, feeling bone and cartilage break. He fell straight to the floor like he had when Doug had punched him. Somehow, though, I think I hit him harder. Doug must have had great control over himself.

I stood over Chase, who looked barely conscious, and looked down at him.

"Don't come near us, you got it? We're going to leave, and when you're able to, apologize to Tom and Candy for ruining their day." I turned away from them and faced Tom and Candy who looked at me wide-eyed. "I'm sorry this happened at your engagement party. I didn't think things would have gone this way. If I had, I would have waited until tomorrow to stop by."

Tom shook my hand. "It's okay. But, you probably should go."

I nodded. "I really am sorry."

Candy hugged me. "Thank you," she whispered in my ear. "He deserved it and needed it." She pulled back and smiled at me. "Keep an eye out for the wedding invitation, okay?"

I grinned. "We will, thanks."

Jamie said her goodbyes to her friends and we got back on the road. It was dark, it was quiet, but it was what I needed to sort everything out. Jamie didn't press me to talk, but she also sat on the other side of the cab. I hoped she wasn't afraid of me now. I'd beaten up two guys on our road trip and both times were out of character for me. But, she had to know that when it came to the people I loved, there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for them.



Jamie Ch. 09



"Clean yourself up and get dressed. You have some chores to do."

Jamie got up and hurried into the bathroom. I heard the shower running and her sobbing over it. She soon came out and quickly dressed. I sat at the end of the bed and watched. She avoided looking into my eyes.

"I want you to go wash and wax my car this afternoon. I'll tell you what to do next after you are finished."

She went outside and did as I said. When she was finished, I looked it over and ran my hands across the finish.

"This needs more buffing," I said as I motioned to the faired area along the quarter panel. 

She buffed and polished it until I saw no flaws.

"Hurry and finish this and then clean up the mess and come down to my office for your next instructions."

"Yes Daddy."

I went downstairs and busied myself with work. I had planned to take the day off and spend it with Jamie, but she had pissed me off so much I had changed my mind. I called my office and made some return calls. I heard her coming down the stairs as I finished the last call.

She came through the door into my office area and paused, unsure whether to come on in or wait for me to tell her to. I let her wait for a few seconds before I looked up and motioned for her to come in.

"Sit down."

She sat uneasily. I ignored her as I finished the letter I was writing in confirmation of the phone call. I saw her glancing around the room from the corner of my eye. 

"Your mom with be back day after tomorrow. I just received an email that said she was going to see her mother on the way back."

She looked surprised. I couldn't tell if she was disappointed that she would be alone with me for another day or if she was glad that she had another day to get back on my good side.

"Daddy, can we talk about this morning?"

"Yes, I think we need to."

"I didn't mean it to sound like it did. I wasn't using what we did as leverage against you. I just was trying to say that I wanted you to know that I felt like I was yours now in a different way than before. That's why I said that you were "taking care" of me. And you did say before, that you would see about another car before I went away to the university."

"It seemed to me that you were acting like a money grubbing whore that expected to be compensated for your favors, and I won't tolerate it if that's what you were thinking."

"No, Daddy, it wasn't at all. What we did together was very exciting and I loved it and I would never trade that for anything, much less jeopardize losing the possibility of future times with you."

"Well, perhaps I was hasty, but I felt I needed to stop any further ideas you might have had. I want you to understand what we did was not a game."

"Yes Daddy, I know that, and I am so sorry I said what I did. I don't care about a car or anything. All I want is you to love me and make love to me as you have. I want that so much Daddy. I can't imagine not having that. Please Daddy, forgive me and love me again." 

"Baby, I do love you, and we will continue to have our special love together. I want you as much as you want me, maybe more, and I have many ideas of ways we can express that to each other. I just feel I need to have more control of you now, to be sure you don't get the wrong idea about our relationship."

"Daddy, you have control of me. I am yours, and I have to admit when you were holding me down and punishing me with your hands and cock, it hurt and I was very frightened because I have never seen you like that. But Daddy...........I was very excited. I can't explain it, but I felt like I was going to have an orgasm if you had kept treating me that way. Secretly, I was hoping you'd continue. I felt like I was on fire inside, Daddy."

She looked at me with the wettest eyes I have ever seen, and I saw her squirming a little in the chair and I knew she was telling the truth. My cock strained against my jeans and my heart raced at this revelation.

I sat still for a moment as she waited for me to say something, but I didn't speak. Instead, I stood up and took her hands and helped her stand. I leaned down and kissed her lips with all of the passion I had inside me. Her arms flew around my neck and we kissed deeply and tenderly.

"I love you Jamie."

"I love you Daddy."

I pulled her to me and we held each other tightly as we kissed.

"Jamie, I want you to do things for me."

"What, Daddy?"

"Suck my cock."

She immediately knelt and unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. Her tongue washed my cock and she nibbled at the swelling head and sucked along the shaft. My cock grew in her hands and between her lips as she began to suck it.

She looked up at me, her eyes mellow and soft, and she sucked my cock back against her throat. She fought to keep from gagging as she lavished her attentions on my hard cock. Watching her kneeling before me in response to my request, I knew she was mine. My cock surged with new power at the thrill of my extended domination over her.

I held her head and fucked her beautiful mouth. She never took her eyes from mine as I pumped her with my hard cock. I allowed myself to enjoy this selfish pleasure and soon shot my cum down her throat.

She held my cock tight in her mouth as my balls drained into her, and then when she felt no more, she pulled my cock out and licked all of the remaining cum off and sucked for any last drops.

She sat waiting for my next instructions.

"Let me see how wet you are."

She stood up and pulled her shorts and thong down and placed my hand between her legs. Her cunt was open and I could feel her legs wet as my fingers explored her. I easily pushed two fingers into her. She closed her eyes as I fucked her with my rough fingers. 

"Sit down and take your shorts off." I motioned to my desk.

She sat down in front if me. I shoved my papers out of the way and then pushed her down on the desk. Her cunt was right in front of me. She pulled her legs back to the edge of the desk and spread them. Her pink lips were wet, and that wetness showed down on her ass.

I pushed my fingers back in her and turned and cupped them, feeling her vaginal walls and her soft sheath. I pulled back and straightened all of my fingers and squeezed them together, then started to work them into her pussy.

I slowly turned my hand and as I did, I pushed more of it up into her. She moaned as I went deeper. By carefully turning and flexing my hand, I was able to get it into her past my knuckles. I withdrew it then and leaned over and began to suck her clit and tease it with my tongue.

She heaved up against my face as I sucked and licked her clit. My tongue traced circles around it and then flicked across it. Her hands pulled my head tighter to her. I pressed my lips against her clit and plyed it and licked and sucked and bit at it gently. She moaned and bucked as she began to cum.

I sucked her clit as she squirmed and rolled under her climax, and when she pushed my face away, I put my fingers back into her cunt hole. I pushed harder and felt her muscles stretch as I managed to get my hand into her hot slick cunt. I saw my hand in her up to my wrist. She craned her neck to see what was filling her so, and looked back at me in shock when she realized that I had my hand in her cunt.

"Daddy........Daddy........ooooooooooohhhhh."

She collapsed back onto the desk as I pushed a little more. I squeezed my hand together as tight as I could and when I was satisfied that I was as deep in her cunt as was practical, I started to move my hand in and out, turning it slightly with each stroke.

She lay limp as I worked on her. Her breathing was fast and deep and she kept mumbling incoherently. I stretched her out with my hand and then after a while, I pulled it out. She lay there with her cunt gaping open. 

I looked around for something to fuck her with and saw an old bowling trophy. I brought it back to the desk and felt to make sure it was smooth enough. The bowling pin was real and had been coated with heavy lacquer and was slick. 

"Stay there. Don't move."

I took it to the bathroom and washed it with a bacterial soap and then rinsed it off and dried it. I went back to the desk, and showed her what I had in my hand. Her eyes were wide as she started to sit up and get off of the desk.

"Lay back down."

"But Daddy, that's not right, please don't."

"Do as I say. Lie down."

She lay back down, and I rubbed my hand against her pussy and cupped her mons as I pressed against it. Soon she was relaxing again and I felt her start to get wet. My fingers worked into her and stroked and teased her as I stretched her out again.

I moved back and took the pin in my hand and placed the end between her lips. She leaned up and watched as I pushed the end into her about three inches. She sighed and cooed as it slid deeper in.

I pushed a little more and the further I pushed it, the more it stretched her open. The pin was soon about half way in her. I slowly pulled it out and then pushed back in, each time moving a little faster and going a little deeper.

My right hand held the end of the pin as my left hand caressed and massaged her lips. I fucked her with the pin and she began to buck and thrust her pelvis up against the onslaught. Her sighs became moans and then screams of pleasure as I rammed the hard bowling pin into her pussy over and over...faster and faster.

Her legs flailed in the air as I continued this assault and she rocked back and forth on the desk as the pin fucked her. I fucked her so long and so fast that my arm was tiring. She had been thrashing around under the throes of her orgasms so violently that she was weak from the ordeal, and when we were spent, I pulled the pin out and set it aside.

I helped her up and took her in my arms. She sat on my lap and leaned her head on my chest like she had when she was a little girl. I kissed her forehead as she closed her eyes. She was still. 

I was careful not to wake her when she drifted off. I held her for almost an hour, relishing the feel of her weight and her body on me.

She began to awaken and was surprised to see I was still holding her.

"Daddy, you should have made me get down. You must be exhausted holding me so long."

She started to get up, but I held her tight.

"No baby, you are as light as a feather, and I loved holding you."

She kissed my cheek and nuzzled her face against mine.

"I love you Daddy."

"I love you, Jamie"

We sat together a while longer and then she went to shower and change clothes. I straightened up my desk and joined her upstairs.

"Let's go get some Mexican food, and then come back and spend the rest of the night here. I have something new for you."

"Sounds great Daddy, whatever you want," she called from the bathroom.

Yeah, I thought, whatever I want.



Jamie Ch. 09



We'd been driving for a couple hours and Jamie still hadn't said anything to me yet. Was she afraid of me? Was she upset with me? I couldn't tell. Candy had thanked me for doing what I'd done to that jackass, and there's no way I would ever let anyone harm Jamie. Besides, it was mostly self-defense. But, maybe I'd wanted him to attack so I could beat him up without being in the wrong. 

"Jamie?" I said, testing to see if she was avoiding talking to me.

She looked over at me but didn't say anything.

"Are you okay?"

She shrugged.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really."

"Are you mad at me?" I asked, staring out the windshield. The headlights did a poor job lighting up the road, but I didn't care about that nearly as much as I did about things being okay between me and Jamie.

"No," she admitted.

"Then what is it?" I probed further, speaking as gently as I could.

"That side of you scares me," she confessed. 

Finally!

"What side of me?" I asked, glancing over at her before looking back at the road again.

"Your violent side."

"Violent side? Jamie, we've been friends for how long now? And have I ever been violent? Have I ever gone out looking for a fight?"

"No, but we did lose contact for a few years. Who knows what changed in you, or what kind of damage your ex-wife did to you?"

"Jamie, you don't think I would ever hurt you, do you?" I asked, reaching my hand across the bench seat.

"I don't know. You just scared me the way you beat him up."

"I didn't mean to. But, you know I would never let anyone talk to you like that. But, he did attack me, and I only hit him once," I said with a chuckle.

Jamie did laugh a little. "And he hit the floor like a sack of potatoes."

"And did I continue to beat him up?"

"No," she said in a mock whiny voice. She knew she had nothing to be scared of with me. I'd never hit a girl in my life, and I still haven't. 

"Then, are we okay?" I asked.

"Yes," she said and then unbuckled her seat belt and slid next to me on the bench seat. "Maybe you should pull over somewhere so I can show you how okay we are," she said and started kissing my neck and nibbling on my earlobe. 

I saw the sign saying we were entering Kingman, Arizona. "It's getting late, maybe we should stop for the night."

"Where are we?" she asked, still kissing my neck.

"Kingman," I told her.

"I didn't reserve a room here, though."

"This one's on me," I said and took the exit. It wasn't long before I found a Motel 6. I figured neither of us would care as long as it had a bed. I checked us in, got our key card and drove around the building to where our room would be. Luckily, the motel seemed pretty empty since there was a ton of parking for the big U-Haul truck.

We didn't waste any time getting out of the truck. As soon as it was parked, Jamie was jumping out of the cab with an excited and playful grin on her face. I did make sure the doors were locked, though. Then I chased her to our room. Thankfully we were on the first floor this time. She reached the door first, but I had the key card. Jamie stood against the door, panting from her little sprint. When I reached her I pressed myself against her, planting my mouth on hers and she curled a leg around mine, pressing her pelvis against my upper thigh. 

Still kissing her, I pulled the key card out of my pocket and then slid it into the slot; very foreshadowing of the events that were about to occur. When we heard the click of the door unlocking, Jamie pushed the handle down and together we shoved the door open. She slipped from my grasp and hopped to the bed as I turned the light on. She climbed onto the bed, showing off that perfect ass covered by tiny shorts. She wiggled that round ass at me, enticing me to take her, and who was I to deny her? I stripped out of my clothes and finished the distance to her waiting for me on the bed. She surprised me by turning towards me and taking my hardening dick into her mouth. I grabbed onto the back of her head and slowly fucked her mouth. When she gagged, I pulled out and pulled her up to me and kissed her again. 

As I kissed her, I pulled the top of her shirt and peeled it off of her, discarding it to the floor. I pulled her tightly into me, crushing those beautiful tits into my chest. I slid my hands down her back to her ass, grabbed the tiny amount of denim covering those milky cheeks and squeezed. Without breaking our kiss, she unbuttoned her shorts and then I slid them over her perfect ass along with her bright green thong. We broke our kiss to get the shorts off the rest of the way and then we began to lay on the bed, resuming our kiss. Our bodies seemed to work in autopilot now. Her legs wrapped around my waist as my cock found its way home into her pussy. We were connected once again in the simple, but wonderful missionary position. 

We'd started off being playful, but as soon as we were connected again like that, our mood changed and we took it slow. We had all night to play, so why rush things? With slow and subtle movements, we made love, drinking in every movement, every moment. I broke our kiss again so I could look in to her big brown eyes. Her look returned the love I felt in that exact moment. She smiled at me and I could see any fear or doubt about us she may have had vanish, as if it'd never been there. I kissed and licked her neck and she let out a sigh. I slowly fucked her pussy and she met and countered each movement, enhancing the experience for both of us. 

When I looked at her again, she had that playful look again and I knew things were about to pick up. She pushed me up off of her petite frame and I started to roll onto my back. Her legs locked around my waist as she rolled with me. Once she was on top she sat up into the cowgirl position; my secret favorite position. I loved seeing her gorgeous tits bounce as she rode my cock. I knew it pleasured her love tunnel in a different way as well. 

I watched in admiration as she rose and fell on my shaft, her breasts jumping for joy, her perfect, smooth skin slapping against mine. Every so often she would stop and gyrate her hips like the sexy dancer she is and I would reach up and fondle and squeeze her beautiful fun bags. I pulled her into a hug, pressing her tits into my chest again and then I bent my legs, forcing her to raise her hips up a little and then I fucked her from below. We switched between the two variations for a few minutes, and then without even saying anything, we both started moving into a new one. She got on all fours in front of me and I took her from behind, holding on tightly to her shapely hips and driving my cock deep into her folds.

She began to whimper and moan in pleasure and I did as well. Our grunts and moans grew louder as the slapping of our skin did the same. The intensity of our fucking took over our minds, and soon we were consumed in passionate, animalistic sex. She screamed at me to fuck her harder and I followed every command. I began spanking her again and that just drove her even farther. Due to the growing speed of the fucking, I felt that familiar sensation rising in my cock as I felt my orgasm building. Her screams told me that the same was happening for her.

Then, without warning, cum shot out of my cock, deep into her pussy and I grunted with each spurt. Jamie let out one last, unintelligible scream and we collapsed together in a heap; me lying on her back.

"You're crushing me," she said once her breathing calmed a bit.

"Sorry, babe," I said and rolled off of her onto my side. She rolled into me, and I spooned her from behind. My dick began to soften as we laid their together in post-orgasmic bliss.

"How does it always seem to just get better with you?" she asked.

"I was wondering the same thing," I chuckled. "It must be our love. There's so much more freedom to get as crazy as much or as little as we want."

"Well, one of these days we need to be a little less crazy and a little more loving," she laughed and I joined her.

"Maybe when we get married," I blurted out and then froze. Had I said too much.

She repositioned herself to face me. Her expression was hard to read. She smiled but looked confused. 

"I'm sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself," I said.

"Shut up," she said. It was my turn to be confused.

"Okay."

"Do you mean that? You want to marry me?"

I didn't respond. Not because I didn't know how to, but because I wanted to mess with her for telling me to shut up.

She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what I was doing. "You can speak now," she said, slapping my arm.

"Of course I want to marry you. I've wanted to be with you for, what, fourteen years. Why wouldn't I want to marry you? I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in my life."

"Is that what you told your last wife?"

There it was; the reason marrying me must make her a little nervous.

"Look, Jamie, I don't deny I made a mistake. With her, I thought I could save her from the lies in her own head telling her that she was unlovable. I wanted to prove to her that someone could love her. But, when she turned out to be a cheating bitch, I couldn't stick with that. You are an amazing woman that any man would be lucky to spend the rest of his life with. If I had a ring right now, I'd propose to you right this moment, drive us back home and start planning the wedding."

By the time I finished my last sentence, she was beaming at me. It was almost as if I'd actually proposed to her.

"What?" I asked suspiciously. 

"Yes," she said and I scrunched my forehead up.

"Wait, what? That wasn't my proposal! No!"

She laughed. "It was perfect. I'll marry you."

"Jamie, wait, this wasn't how I wanted to propose to you, really. I wanted to take you on a nice romantic date and spoil the shit out of you before I proposed."

"Well, this will be the secret proposal. You can still take me out on that fancy date when you get the actual ring. I don't need it. Consider this proposal like putting a ring on my heart," she said. It sounded corny and a little crazy, but nothing about that week had been exactly normal.

"Are you serious? You want us to start planning a wedding now?"

"Well, not tonight, but when we get home, why not?" she said.

I couldn't help but smile. I knew that our relationship from here on out would be anything but traditional. Of course, we'd been friends for so many years and I'd been waiting for so long just to tell her how much I loved her, and then, without warning, we're engaged? My mind was spinning with thoughts of what the rest of our lives would look like. One thing was for sure; being with Jamie would always be an adventure.

"Okay, but we can't tell our family about it. I still want to do the right thing and ask your father's permission."

"He gave you his blessing to pursue me, why wouldn't he bless this, too?"

"Because it's crazy and super quick," I said and laughed. 

Jamie laughed too. "True, but that doesn't mean it's not right? Think about it, Jason. Who else would they want to marry me? They love you like a son, they always have. Even in that time you were gone and we weren't in contact so much. They paid attention to what you were doing with your life."

That made me feel funny. "Really? That's kinda weird."

"Well, they didn't stalk you. They just would always talk to me about what you were doing, complain that you were dating that bitchy ex-wife of yours. They kept telling me that I was way better for you. But, at the time, I just didn't see us together. We both lived in different states and were making our own lives. You got married..."

"They didn't like her?"

"Did anybody?"

"Good point," I said. 

"Jason, they will be excited about this."

"Are you sure?"

"I can call my mom right now and find out."

"No! Let's just keep this between us for now. I kinda like the idea of us being the only ones who know."

Suddenly both of our phones rang at the same time and we looked at each other, wondering what the heck was going on. I even glanced around the room for hidden microphones or cameras.

We got up and fished our phones out of my jeans. I'd grabbed hers from the truck. Ironically, it was our mothers calling us.

"Hello?" we both said into our own phones.

Jamie walked in one direction, obviously still naked, and I watched that beautiful ass jiggle and sway as she walked.

My mom was laughing and I could hear Cynthia in the background talking to Jamie excitedly too.

"Sorry, Cynthia and I went out for a couple drinks and suddenly had this urge to race each other calling you two," Mom said. I could hear that she was a little tipsy. 

"That's funny," I said.

"What happened?" she asked, suddenly sounding a little more sober. Both she and Cynthia were dead silent and Jamie was turning towards me with a deer-in-the-headlights-look. 

She covered the microphone part of her phone and said, "She just asked what happened, practically in unison with your mom."

"Should we tell them?" I asked covering my phone as well.

"So much for keeping this a secret for long," she giggled.

I shrugged. "What the fuck?"

She shrugged too and we both turned away and told our moms the news. There was a slight pause and then they both started chattering nonstop. I couldn't even understand what my mom was saying, but she sounded happy. The smug look on Jamie's face told me Cynthia was happy too. We both told them not to say anything to Ted because I still wanted to ask for his permission first. 

"Uhhhhh," they both said and my stomach froze. The look on Jamie's face told me she was feeling the same thing. "He's here with us, so he already knows."

"Shit," I said.

"Jason!"

"Sorry, mom, I just didn't want it to get out this way. What's his reaction?" I asked.

"Well, he's smiling. So, either he's happy or he's plotting how to kill you."

I could hear him laugh in the background.

"He's happy, too, honey," Mom said.

"Good," I said with a sigh of relief. 

"So, when will you two be home?" Mom asked.

"Sometime tomorrow. We were tired, so we made an unplanned stop in Kingman."

"So, is this new development going to change living arrangements now?" she asked.

I hadn't considered that. "I'll have to talk to her about that."

"Okay, just let me know!"

I promised I would and then we hung up. Jamie hung up shortly after and then turned back towards me.

"So," I started. "Now that we're technically engaged, should we rethink the whole living together thing?"

We both reached the bed at the same time and started walking towards each other on our knees. My cock was beginning to stiffen again already. 

"Do you want me to live with you?" she asked.

"Do you want to live with me?" I asked in response.

"I asked first."

"I was asking."

Jamie smiled and then closed what little gap there was between us, bringing her mouth right up to mine, but stopped close of kissing me. My dick shot up immediately. 

"What does this tell ya?" she said and then finally kissed me. She also reached down and began stroking my cock. I moaned into her mouth as our tongues wrestled and she jerked me off. I reached for her pussy and began fingering her. Slowly at first, but I began to pick up the pace. With my other hand, I squeezed a handful of her ample breast. "Oh fuck," she said and then straddled me. Directing the tip of my cock into her pussy, she began to ride me almost violently. "Fuck yes!" she screamed.

I sat up and pulled her into me, mashing her tits against my chest as I kissed and licked her neck. Her arms wrapped around me, one around my head and the other around my back. I turned towards the edge of the bed and scooted to the edge until my feet hit the floor. I pulled my mouth off of her neck and then stood up, my cock still buried deep in her pussy. I grabbed onto her ass and her legs wrapped around my waste. She pushed herself up and down my cock, riding me hard. 

"Fuck me, Jason. Fuck me good," she whimpered into my ear. 

And fuck her I did. We didn't stay in that standing position long before I pinned her against the wall, her legs still wrapped against me. I thrust myself deep into her as hard as I could. She winced but begged for more. If this was what living together was going to be like, we were going to be a very loud but happy couple.

"Back to the bed," she said. 

I set her down and she ran for the bed, but stayed on all fours. 

"How wet is that cock?" she asked.

I looked down. "It could be wetter."

"Bring it here, baby," she said and I walked up to her. She turned and took my dick into her mouth, lubing me up nicely. When she was satisfied she turned her ass towards me. "Be slow at first, but stick that thing in my ass."

My mouth dropped. Was she serious?

"I'm serious, lover. Fuck my ass good."

I climbed onto the bed and she repositioned herself so I could get my dick into her ass. I got some more of her pussy juices on the tip and used my cock to lube up her ass hole. Then slowly, I began to push the tip into her ass. Her pussy was tight, but this was ridiculous! I wasn't sure if I'd be able to slide in and out!

"Easy, Jason, easy."

"I am," I whispered back.

A minute later, the tip was finally in her hot ass. By hot, I mean temperature. It was much warmer than being in her pussy. This was another fantasy of mine I never thought I'd ever get fulfilled. We worked together, slowly getting me deeper inside of her. Soon, the walls of her ass allowed me to move in and out. I won't lie, it wasn't as good as I thought it would be, but it still felt great. But, I think that was more because of who I was fucking, now how I was fucking her.

It didn't take long for my orgasm to start building due to the extra pressure her ass put on my dick, but she seemed closer to the edge as well. We'd been in this position a good couple of minutes at this point and had built up a good rhythm.

"I'm close," she said.

"Me too," I said.

"Cum in my ass, baby," she encouraged. 

Who was I deny the love of my life? We picked up our pace like we did when we were reaching our end. Soon that familiar sensation of climax gripped me and I was exploding my hot, sticky seed inside of her ass. I grunted as I ejaculated into her perfect ass and she screamed as her orgasm crashed and her juices dripped down her legs. We collapsed together in a heap. I slowly pulled out of her ass and held her close in a spooning position. Before we knew it, sleep overtook us.



Jamie Ch. 10



After the ordeal with Jamie about the car and my punishment of her for trying to scam me, our relationship changed. 

We were still loving and our father-daughter relationship was the same, although I am sure she had to work as I did to maintain that separation from our new relationship as Master and submissive.

Many times there would be a bit of confusion about whether my instructions or comments were fatherly or dominant, but generally we kept them straight. I am certain that if her mom wasn't there in the household, the lines would have evaporated.

It would have been so easy for our relationship to progress into one of Master and love slave. My feelings for Jamie were full of love as well as lust. 

I never saw her as a sex slave, despite sometimes treating her as just a sexual toy and controlling her for my pleasure. At those times, she was as submissive as I was dominant. She played the sex slave role well.

A couple of days after I punished her and abused her with the bowling pin, her mom returned from her trip. Jamie and I discussed staying away from each other since we weren't sure if her mom could detect any strange behavior between us. 

After 2 days without fucking Jamie, I could think of nothing else. My wife was at home all of the time and I never had more than a few minutes alone with Jamie. 

Once she passed by me in the kitchen and I pulled her around the corner into the dining room and kissed her as we held each other tight. I also met her in the garage for three or four minutes when she came home from work one night, but nothing more.

We were both becoming increasingly frustrated and desperate for each other. 

On the third day, I called her cell and she returned my call when she was between classes. 

"Meet me at the mall now. Skip the rest of your classes."

"OK, Daddy."

I closed my office and told my secretary I was leaving for a meeting and would be gone until late that afternoon. I drove as fast as I could without getting a ticket and soon pulled into the parking lot near the main entry to the mall. 

I found a parking place in the middle and waited. She soon drove by. I got out of my car and got in with her. 

Without waiting, I leaned over and kissed her deeply. She moaned as we kissed. We were oblivious to other cars behind us until the sound of a horn from an impatient driver caused us to break the kiss. She drove out to the edge of the lot away from all cars and parked.

She leaned toward me. I grabbed her and pulled her to me, crushing her breasts against my chest. Our hungry mouths were open and we kissed and sucked each other's lips and tongues and exchanged breaths and the wetness of our mouths.

"I need you so badly, baby."

"Gawd, Daddy I think I am about to burst for you. Please make love to me. Please. Do it here. I don't care."

My cock was raging and my mind was on fire for her. I looked around and saw cars coming into the lot as others left. There was a lot of activity, but it was a few hundred feet from where we were parked. 

I felt a desperation for her that overrode my senses. All wisdom and judgement had left me then. I unzipped my slacks and lowered them to my ankles. My cock poked out through the opening on my boxers. 

She maneuvered from under the steering wheel and I helped her crawl over me. She was wearing a short denim skirt. I raised it up and she positioned herself over my cock.

We kissed as I reached between her legs and pulled her panties over. She started to lower her pussy onto my cock. I felt the wetness inside her lips as she gripped my cock head. My hands were full of her ass as I helped guide her down onto my throbbing and erect cock. 

I closed my eyes as I tasted and felt the hotness of her mouth and felt the soft wet heat of her pussy. My cock moved up into her tight, sweet tunnel. Soon she was impaled on my cock. Her feet were on the seat on both sides of me and she sat facing me.

We never stopped kissing as she started to raise up. The feeling of her pussy sliding up off of my cock was so intense, I thought I would cum immediately. 

I squeezed her buttocks and encouraged her to raise up until only my cock head was still captured between her labis. She paused for a few seconds, ready and in position to be impaled again. 

I reached under her and felt for her clit. She groaned when my finger began to rub it and she bit my lip as I moved my finger around her sensitive little bud. 

I could have made her cum then just by a few more rubs and by circling her clit with my finger, but I was greedy and I moved my finger away. I gripped her waist and pulled her down hard onto my cock. 

She gasped as my cock filled her again, then she leaned back a little. My hands under her ass lifted her up and she started to ride my cock like she sensed I wanted her to. 

Her ass bobbed up and down as my cock pistoned in and out of her slippery pussy. I could feel the juices covering my cock running down on my balls each time she sat back down on me.

"Yes Daddy, that's it. Oh, I need this so much. Please Daddy give your baby your cum, so I can feel it in me all day. Please Daddy, make that big, hard, daddy cock tear up my little, baby pussy."

I rammed my cock up into her as hard as I could and I started spanking her ass as she slammed her cunt down over my pulsing cock. Her pussy sucked my cock deep inside as I drove my cock up into her. 

The car bounced and rocked as we fucked each other with a force and lust I had seldom felt before.

We drove each other on, challenging each to fuck the other harder and more furiously until we were both sweating and panting. She gasped and collapsed against me, only to raise back up and demand more. My cock pounded her pussy over and over as she continued to cum. 

I felt the hot feeling in my balls and I raised up on the seat and pushed my cock as deep as possible as I wrapped my arms around her to hold her still. 

"My Daddy is gonna cum in me now, right Daddy?"

'Yes baby." 

I gasped as I felt the cum move up through my cock and flow into her. She sat still as her vagina squeezed my cock, insisting on all of my cum.

We stayed joined like that for a minute or two. I felt the cum running down around my balls and under my legs. Her face was flushed. She kissed my cheeks lovingly. 

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and turned to see a security truck coming our direction.

"Hurry baby, get back in your seat."

Jamie looked over and saw the truck and quickly slid back under the steering wheel without straightening her skirt or even pulling it down. 

The cum that spilled out made a trail across my leg and the seat between us. 

She started the car and moved forward before the security truck could reach us. The driver followed us as she drove toward the exit.

"Good idea. Let's leave and let Barney find someone else to check on."

She laughed at the Barney reference. I was glad they had been rerunning some of the old tv shows so there would be more of a cultural connection between our generations. It gave us more in common.

"Where to?"

"Well since we are both playing hookie, why not go for a drive to the lake. It should be pretty there and I bet we will have some privacy. Very few people will be there this time of year."

She turned in the direction of the interstate and soon we were cruising along, listening to some new artist she liked.

Her skirt was still up and I could see her ass and all of her legs. I scooted over a little closer and rubbed her thigh and squeezed it.

"Ummmm. That feels so good. I have missed your touches, Daddy."

"Me too sweetie."

She moved her legs further apart and I took that as a signal. I ran my hand across her legs and then down between then and pressed the edge of my hand against her the face of her pussy. 

It was covered with cum. I removed my left hand and I turned toward her and placed my right hand on her thigh.

I felt her leg and then rubbed her sticky pussy with my fingers, soon sliding one then two finders inside her pussy. She slumped down a little and I looked at her to be sure she was concentrating on the road enough.

I curled my fingers up in her soaking pussy and began to finger her with alternating strokes and curls. My thumb worked on her clit and soon she was moaning and squirming. 

"I think I should wait to finish this until we can stop somewhere."

I felt the car suddenly whip over to the right lane and then she turned off onto a road. She drove a few hundred feet until we were next to a field. She pulled over off the road and turned to me, spreading her legs like some wanton whore.

"Now, Daddy?"

"You are a horny baby girl aren't you?"

"You made me that way Daddy. I am your horny baby girl."

I pulled her to me by her legs and when she was lying across the seat with her legs spread, I started to jam my fingers into her faster and faster. 

My right had was a blur as I finger fucked her. My left hand was busy rubbing and playing with her clit and squeezing her lips together around my fingers. 

She screamed as I worked her little pussy over. She had a series of orgasms as I fingered and spanked and teased her pussy. Her clit was swollen and was so sensitive after a few minutes that she begged me to leave it alone. 

Her eyes were glazed over and her pussy lips swollen and dark pink. I spread her lips and could see the soft pink color of her vagina. The juices flowed out of her like a small fountain. Her seat was darkly stained from all of the cum that leaked out onto it.

I played with her pussy in that informal and impersonal way for about 15 minutes. We didn't kiss and she didn't touch me. She just lay there spread out with her cunt open and available to me. I rubbed and fingered her pussy and pulled her lips. 

I spanked her pussy and squeezed the lips together. I flicked her clit and pressed it into its shroud and circled my finger lightly around it in a teasing way. I pinched it with my finger and thumb and rolled it between them until she screamed in pleasurable agony.

I worked her little pussy over until I was sure it was either sore or numb. She just lay there looking innocent from the waist up and whorey from the waist down. 

I never loved her as much before as I did then. I knew that she was really mine then, not just in games, but in reality. 

"You know that I own this pussy don't you?"

"Yes Daddy. I know you do and I want you to. It is your pussy."

"And you know I own you as well, not just as a lover or my daughter, but as mine completely?"

"Yes Daddy. I feel that I am yours in every way, not just sexually and as a toy but also as a possession by the love and care you feel for me. I want you to use me for your pleasure. I know your love and use will give me pleasure too." 



Jamie Ch. 10



I was the first to wake up the next morning. Jamie was still wrapped in my arms, and we were still spooning with me behind her. I hugged her tightly, remembering the "accidental" proposal the night before and how she had accepted it. I hadn't wanted to propose that way; I planned to take her out when I could get a ring and do it properly. I still had a plan, and I had a decent amount of money saved up in my savings account.

Jamie pressed closer into me when I'd hugged her. It came as no surprise to either of us when I realized I was already hard. Not many guys wake up in the morning without morning wood, plus add in the factor of a gorgeous woman like Jamie in my arms, it was bound to happen.

My hard shaft was pressed against her ass; the perfect ass I got to fuck the night before. She moaned in delight as she turned her head towards me. I lifted mine to meet her and brought my lips to hers. Our kiss was loving and tender, but I knew in a few minutes it would change.

"Good morning, lover," she said.

"Mornin', babe," I answered.

"You seem to have something for me. So early?" she teased.

"He's like that every morning."

"That's good to know," she said reaching down to grab my cock. When she did, it was to guide him right to her pussy. She spread her legs just enough for access to her love tunnel and I plunged right in. I reached down with my left hand and rubbed her clit as I fucked her slowly from behind. With my right, I cupped one of her ample breasts and pulled her tighter into me. We kissed deeply and passionately, expressing as much love for each other as we possibly could. We were desperate for this connection, needing the affection like a fish needs water.

My pole slid up and down like a piston getting warmed up. And I knew that's all we were doing was getting warmed up. But, this time I wanted it to be slow and sensual, not fast and animalistic like last night. She seemed to want the same thing, too.

I kissed her neck as we slow-fucked in that wonderful spooning position. I loved the feeling of her soft ass squishing against my belly as I slid in and out of her hot, wet pussy. She reached back and ran her fingers through my hair, stopping to grab onto my head with a moan here and there. Without words she told me she wanted a new position, so I pulled out of her and she rolled onto her back and grabbed my shoulders. Without any guidance, my dick found its target and slid home into her vagina. My pelvis met hers and we held our position, our eyes locked on each other. I lowered my head down to hers and then our lips were locked, tongues dancing with each other slowly.

My hips moved involuntarily into a slow rhythm, sliding my cock up and down her passage in the most beautiful slow-fuck we'd experienced since our first night together. It seemed like so long ago, but at the same time it felt like yesterday. Time was irrelevant while we were together. I kissed down her jawline to her neck where I spent some time kissing, sucking and licking up and down her throat. Her breathing became more labored and came in shorter bursts; her orgasm was growing. I felt mine coming as well, but we didn't pick up the pace to hurry to our climax. We wanted this to last as long as possible without having to interrupt our perfect rhythm. 

Jamie let out small gasps and cries as she came closer to the edge. I moaned into her smooth neck as I pumped my cock into her depths over and over. Soon that familiar tingle in the tip of my cock hit me, and its only cure was to once again coat her insides with my seed.

"Cum for me, baby," she begged. "Shoot it inside me."

That was about all I could take. My balls tightened and released an unstoppable force of cum. It was like a dam had released the full force of a river through my cock, sending stream after stream of hot jizz into her womb. The sensation of my climax seemed to push her over the edge as well as her legs wrapped tightly around my waist and bucked her hips into mine over and over. Her pussy clenched around my cock, milking it for every drop.

We collapsed right then and there, our arms wrapped tightly around each other, never wanting to let go.

"That was amazing," Jamie whispered into my ear.

"You're tellin' me," I said with a laugh and lifted my head to kiss her. Her beautiful brown eyes sparkled with contentment and love as she stared into mine. We didn't kiss with a desperate need for each other, but with a confident love that knew we would never be apart again.

"We should get ready," she said after we recovered a few minutes later.

"Yeah, we've only got a few more hours before we're home."

She smiled and kissed me before getting up out of the bed to head for the shower. When she reached the bathroom door she turned and looked at me expectantly and I looked at her confused.

"Well?" she said. "Aren't you going to join me?"

A smile spread across my face and then I got up and chased her into the bathroom. She let out a squeal and tried to shut the door on me, but I was too quick for her.

"Now, that's not fair. You invite me to join you in the shower and you try to lock me out?"

"I had to make you work for it," she said pointedly.

"Oh really?" I said, stepping towards her. She backed towards the shower and I reached out for her, grabbing her by the back of the head with a fist full of her brown hair. She looked scared and excited all at once. I forcefully pulled her into me, locking her eyes on mine as I glared down at her. 

"Please, don't hurt me," she playfully begged.

"You can do better than that," I said, pushing us closer to the tub. "Turn on the water," I demanded. Without taking her eyes off of me, she reached back and fumbled for the faucet on the tile wall of the shower. She turned the knob and water began to pour out into the tub. 

"Now what do you want me to do, Master?" she said in a mocking tone.

"Mocking me now?" I said and tightened the grip on her hair. She winced for a second but then looked at me with wildly horny eyes. I admit, for a second I was afraid I'd hurt her, but this seemed to be turning her on, which turned me on in return.

"No, sir, no. I'm sorry."

"You're going to have to earn your forgiveness," I said and turned her around. "Switch it to the shower faucet," I commanded and she complied. "Good girl," I said and jerked her subtly towards the shower. She got the hint and stepped over the edge of the tub and into the hot water now shooting forcefully out of the overhead faucet. The water pelted us like bullets; it almost distracted me from the role-playing. I hated faucets that had too strong of pressure.

She reached up and turned the outer ring of the showerhead that eased up the pressure a bit. 

"Good girl," I said.

"Thank you, sir," she said and turned towards me again. "What would you like me to do, Master?"

I looked down her body and as I did, my cock grew once again. I was surprised that it had anything left after my last ejaculation into her wet-hot box. 

"On your knees," I said and let go of her hair. As soon as she was on her knees, she grabbed the base of my cock and slid her hand up and down its length a couple times. "Put it in your mouth," I commanded her next and grabbed the back of her head again. Her tongue slid up and down my length, sucking as she brought herself to the tip and then blowing hot air as she took my length into her pretty mouth again. She looked up at me as she did it a few more times. I loved when she looked into my eyes, especially as she blew my cock. "Very good, lover," I said, my tone suddenly softer. I was breaking character; she would take over control if I didn't bring myself back. But the sensation of her mouth on my already sensitive cock was taking control of my thoughts. 

"You like that?" she said, removing my prick from her mouth.

"Who told you to stop?" I demanded, bringing control back to me again. A quick flash of fear shined in her eyes, but she put her mouth over my cock again and resumed the BJ. "That's enough," I said, knowing I had to take control again. I pulled her up to her feet by her hair, just enough to cause a small amount of pain. She winced again but looked at me with so much lust I knew I hadn't hurt her too bad.

I turned her around and bent her towards the wall of the shower containing the controls to the shower. I lined my cock up with her slick pussy and slammed it home. I reached up and grabbed a fistful of her wet brown hair and pulled her head back. Her face was blasted by the hot water shooting out of the faucet. I pulled out of her pussy about 90% of the way and released her hair slightly without letting go. I pulled back again as I rammed my cock into her cunt. I did that a few more times and then grabbed her right shoulder with one hand and her left hip with the other. 

"Fuck me, please," she begged. 

I did. I fucked her good and hard, causing her to scream. I knew the water from the shower only elevated the volume of her screams, not to mention the slapping of my hand to her ass and of my pelvis to her ass. Suddenly, I pulled out and spun her towards me. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around me as I caught her by the ass. Lifting her up a little, my cock found its home inside her pussy again and she fell back down on my cock. Her lips locked onto mine and we made out for a minute before fully resuming our fucking. 

I bounced her on my cock like a fucking pogo-stick. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she helped me bounce her; her legs were locked together behind my back. I felt another orgasm begin to build and I started to lose strength in my legs. I turned to the right and pinned her against the tile wall, using the force to hold her up and take a little bit of pressure off of my legs. I drove into her harder and harder and she screamed louder and louder with each thrust into her love tunnel. I'd never heard so many obscenities fly out of her mouth ever since we started fucking earlier in the week. It drove me insane, if you must know. I didn't know how she could speak, to be honest. I could barely form a word myself.

"Oh fucking shit, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed and I did as she requested. "I'm gonna cum," she squealed and that sent me over the edge. I blasted into her, although not as much as earlier, but it wasn't any less powerful. My orgasm started a chain reaction inside of her that made her lock up, nearly crushing my abdomen with the strength of her dancer's legs. 

"I can't stand up anymore," I whispered as my orgasm dissipated.

I looked to my right and saw that there was just enough room for me to sit on the corner of the tub. I moved towards it and Jamie slowly released the grip on my waist her legs had. I slid out of her and collapsed onto the small seat. Jamie seemed to be recovering faster than I was. She grabbed the soap and began to wash us both. 

"You are amazing," she told me as she lovingly washed me.

"Me? No, no, you're the one who's amazing. I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that we're even together," I said.

She looked up at me almost sadly. "Why?"

I looked down at her and she rose up on her knees until she was almost level with my face. "We've talked about this before, haven't we? I've been in love with you for so long, never thinking there could ever be anything more than friendship between us."

"Well, whose fault is that?" she asked with a wink.

"Oh, I take full blame. But you know I've never been one to have much confidence in myself."

"Well, if you plan to keep me, you'd better get a handle on that."

I looked at her confused. "You'd leave me for losing confidence?"

She sighed. "That's not what I meant. I'd never dream of leaving you, but I've seen it happen so many times that the one in the relationship lacking confidence ends things because they don't think they deserve what they have."

I cupped her face in my hands. "I will never, ever leave you," I vowed. "I have dreamed of being with you for way too long to ever consider giving you up. I pulled her face up to mine and kissed her lovingly. "I love you," I said. "More than I've ever loved anybody in my life."

She smiled and kissed me again. "And I love you the same. Now, let's make a promise to each other, right here and now."

"Okay," I said, looking at her curiously.

"We never bring up the topic of us not being together ever again."

I smiled and said, "I promise."

"Good," she said and then kissed me again. "Now, wash me."

I stood up and rinsed off where she had lathered soap on my body and then took the soap from her to return the favor. A half an hour later, we were checked out of the hotel and searching for a quick breakfast to eat on the road. We talked the whole way home about everything and about nothing. We joked and laughed until, inevitably, we hit the California border. We were nearly home. Maybe three hours left because of the big truck. 

We were glad for the air-conditioning of the truck, because even though it was early in the morning, the desert was already hot. I was dressed in knee length denim shorts and an orange tank-top I'd gotten on my trip to Hawaii back in '06. I'd kicked off my flip flops to drive the truck better. I glanced over at the minimal clothing Jamie had decided to wear. She'd pulled out a flowery bikini top to wear under a white tank-top. She wore tiny denim shorts that barely covered her ass. I'd watched as she dressed this morning and she had opted out of wearing panties. It'd come in handy at a small truck stop we'd stopped at to use the restroom a couple hours into our drive for the day. We'd shared the same single occupant restroom and had a quickie before getting back on the road. 

"So, when should we get married?" she asked me.

"I hadn't really thought about it. What time of year would you like to get married?" I asked.

"I was thinking a summer wedding on the beach."

I grimaced at the thought of the sand. "I hate the beach."

"What?!" she squeaked. "Why?"

"Sand. It gets everywhere!"

She let out a sigh. "Well, I'll make it my mission to get you to like it more."

I shrugged. "Good luck," I said with a wink.

"When would you like to get married?" she asked.

"I'm tempted to make a pit stop in Vegas," I half-joked.

Jamie laughed, one of my favorite sounds, and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that'd go over well with my parents."

"I know, I was kidding. You know what? I like the idea of summertime. But, wearing a tux on the beach doesn't sound appealing to me. It's hot enough as it is, I'm not sure I could stand there in a black tux under the hot sun."

"Who says you have to be in a tux or that it has to be black?" she said.

I shrugged. "What do you suggest?"

"I had friends who got married and the entire wedding party was in white, loose-fitting clothes. For the guys, they wore white slacks and white button up shirts that were made of a very light material. I'll have to find out what it was. The girls were in white or light colored sundresses."

I could picture it, actually: The two of us in white, the groomsmen as well as the bridesmaids; even the minister in a white suit, or whatever he felt comfortable wearing.

"I like it," I said.

"Really?" she asked excitedly. 

"I really like it."

"Yay!" she celebrated and then sat next to me in the middle of the bench seat. Her head rested on my shoulder. "So, next summer then?"

"Next year?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think we should take some time to plan and save for it. I know traditionally my father would pay for the wedding, and, of course, your mom would help too. But, I don't want them to carry the entire burden."

I thought about it for a minute and agreed. "So, a year from this summer. I think I can live with that," I said and kissed the top of her head. 

She hugged my arm and I caressed her thigh lovingly. "Jason, I have never been this happy before. Thank you for being you," she said.

I was floored by that comment, but I remembered what she had said about being confident. "I feel the same way, my love."

She squeezed my arm tightly and then closed her eyes. Soon her head was on my right thigh as she slept with a content smile on her face. I shared the same smile on my face as I stared down the road. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this happy before either. I was blessed beyond measure just being with her, and it felt good knowing she felt the same way.

A couple hours later I was fighting the 

California traffic as we neared my apartment she would be moving into. Normally the traffic would be frustrating me and making my temper grow, but Jamie's presence seemed to keep me calm. Besides, I was planning the perfect date for the real proposal. I also had to save up a little more money for a ring. I had a good amount saved up already, but it wouldn't be enough for what I felt she deserved.

Before too long we were at my apartment, but we were both too tired to start moving her in. Her dad called saying he had reserved her a storage unit that she could start moving into the next day. So, we decided just to get her essentials out of the truck and in the morning we would go to the storage unit and figure out what she could keep at my place and what would go into storage. My roommate said he'd help us out; I think he had a crush on Jamie already. I'd have to talk to him about that, but I let it go for now since he was so willing to help out.

Exhausted from the long trip, Jamie and I just collapsed in my bed for a couple hours before meeting up with our families for dinner. There was a lot to discuss and plan over the next year and a half or so.



Jamie Ch. 11



After our brief country frolic, we drove back to my office. 

"Pull your skirt down and make yourself presentable. I don't want Evelyn to see you looking like a freshly-fucked whore."

"Is that what I am Daddy? Am I a freshly-fucked whore?"

"You are MY freshly-fucked, hot-cunted baby-girl whore."

She laughed at that and straightened her skirt and checked her makeup in the mirror. We got out and went into the office together.

"Hello Jamie. My goodness you look good. Your skin is so radiant. Have you been to a spa?"

"No Evelyn. I just had an extreme workout."

I almost choked and she laughed at my discomfort.

Evelyn was absorbed in her work on the computer and didn't notice my reaction.

I went into my office. Jamie went down the hall to say hello to Stephanie. Stephanie had gone to school with Jamie and they were best friends. In fact, it was Stephanie that Jamie caught me masturbating over as she slept. That moment started the feverish sexual affair she and I enjoyed for years.

Stephanie planned to get married after high school and I hired her so she could stay near her fiancée. She was a good worker and tried really hard to do a good job. I was polite to her but otherwise I stayed away from her, lest Jamie think I had an interest in her. 

Her fiancée went away to college in Maryland and they broke up when he returned for Christmas. Poor Stephanie was depressed and was unconsolable by her friends. I felt sorry for her. 

I checked my voice messages and started calling the more important ones back. I was turned toward the wall talking when Jamie came in a few minutes later. I didn't pay any attention until I finished and turned to hang the phone up.

I looked at her and she spread her legs and rubbed her pussy at me. A big Cheshire cat smile covered her face. She was such a tease. She knew how much I like that. She sat there alternately spreading and closing her legs and she rubbed her panties and pressed them inside her still wet pussy.

I flicked my tongue out at her as I placed another call. She pulled her panties up between her lips. I could easily that her lips were still swollen from the fucking I had given her. 

My cock was hard by then and I had trouble staying with the conversation. I turned away from her so I could make a necessary point without distraction. She came over and stood in front of me and rubbed her pussy through her skirt. She moved closer to me and then leaned down and licked my cheek.

I couldn't help myself as my hand reached under her skirt and pressed against her pussy. She spread her legs for me and I rubbed two fingers against her cunt as she ground it against my hand. I looked over my shoulder at my door to be sure no one was there.

I put my hand over the phone.

"Go tell Evelyn I am busy on the phone and don't want any interruptions, then close the door."

Jamie started out to tell Evelyn.

"And lock the door when you come back."

She looked back at me and held her hand up to her mouth and sucked two fingers tauntingly.

I finished the call just as she returned and closed the door. I went to the door and made sure it was locked, then took her by the hands and led her to the conference table near the opposite wall. I lifted her up and set her on the table.

She stared at me, waiting.

I pulled her legs apart and then pushed her down on the table. I raised her skirt and grabbed her panties and pulled them off. I felt her pussy, examining it as if I had never seen it before. 

I felt her lips and traced them with my fingers. I rubbed her clit and flicked it and circled it with my fingers. I squeezed her lips together. I pressed the back of my hand against her lips and rubbed it up and down against them.

I took her lips in both hands and spread them apart. I leaned down and blew hot breaths into her cavernous cunt. I released her rubbery flaps and they closed partially. 

"You have a beautiful pussy baby."

"Thank you Daddy. Don't you mean You have a beautiful pussy?"

I laughed.

"Yeah. Good point."

I spun her about 90 degrees on the table so she was lengthways on it. I moved to her side and rubbed her pussy with my left hand while I felt her tits with my right. 

She closed her eyes and sighed at the pleasure. I slid a finger inside her and gently teased her. She sighed and cooed as I slowly fingered her.

I reached under her top and pinched her left nipple. I didn't pinch hard, but just enough for her to feel a little pleasure. 

"Oh Daddy that feels heavenly."

I slid a second finger into her pussy and started to finger fuck her. I moved my other hand from one nipple to the other and back and forth, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers and thumb.

She was breathing harder and harder and I knew I could make her cum easily then.

I continued teasing her and she began to moan and heave her body and squirm from my touches. I pushed her on, fingering her deeper and faster and pinching her harder. Her nipples were abused and flattened as I worked them over. I pulled them hard and stretched her tits up. 

Her eyes shot open and she groaned under the influence of an orgasm. I jammed my fingers in deeper and I rotated them and curled them and felt her vagina passage furiously. She bucked and groaned and tried to sit up but fell back down on the table and lay there looking at me with wet, glazed eyes as she climaxed over and over. 

I paused and held my fingers in her as she was cumming. I could feel her muscles clinching and tightening around my fingers. I leaned down and kissed her mouth tenderly. She sucked my tongue hungrily and ground her mouth against mine passionately and she moaned as she continued to cum.

The intercom phone rang. I moved back from Jamie and reached for the button.

"Yes?"

"Don't forget you have a 3 pm appointment with Larry."

"OK, thanks. Is he here yet?"

"No but he is due any minute and he's always on time. I didn't want you to be too busy and forget he was coming."

Jamie sat up and looked at me.

"What did she mean by that?"

"I don't know. I don't think she could possibly know what was going on. Could she?"

"Gee Daddy, I don't have any idea. I know that Steph knew I had been fucked because she asked who I had been with. She said she could smell sex when I went in her office and she said she could see how flushed my neck still was. She knew something, but I am sure she doesn't suspect it was you."

"Fuck, just what we need, to be found out by them. Get straightened up and go to the ladies room and clean up so you don't smell of sex. I better do the same before Larry gets here."

We went our separate ways and as I came out of the men's room Larry was waiting for me. I led him to my office and as we walked in I saw Jamie's panties on the floor under the table where I had thrown them a few minutes before. I quickly guided him to a chair facing my desk and then I went back and scooped them up and put them in the closet on the wall.

We went over the contract and in an hour we were finished. We said goodbye and I followed him to the door. Jamie was sitting in the reception area reading a magazine. 

She had her legs crossed very properly. I smiled as I looked at her, imagining the horror she probably felt a few minutes ago when she discovered she had left her panties on my office floor.

I motioned her to come in the office. She carefully stood up and followed me in.

"Oh my God Daddy. I forgot my panties. I was in such a hurry and I was still dizzy from cumming. Where are they?"

"Well baby, Larry saw them on the floor and when he asked whose they were, I told him they were yours. I said they were so big and baggy they kept falling off of your skinny little ass."

Her eyes were wide in shock. I laughed and she suddenly realized I was kidding and slapped me.

"What did happen to them?"

"I grabbed them and put them in the closet."

She opened the door and found them, then modestly turned away from me and pulled them on.

"How much longer do you have to work?"

"I will be here late, so you can take off. I have my car too remember?"

"Nope you don't. It's at the mall."

"Damn. Ok you will have to take me to get it then. Let's go."

We said goodbye to Evelyn and drove to the mall without any more play.

"Daddy."

"Yes baby?"

"Stephie was really sad and alone, so I invited her over for dinner on Saturday. Do you think Mom will let me cook? I told her we could have a pajama party like we did in school, but this time we can drink wine, right Daddy?"

"Sure hun. I am sure your mom will be happy to let you cook, but ask her when you get home and don't mention the wine."

She let me out at my car and then waved and blew me a kiss as she drove off. I thought about her all the way home. The idea of Stephie coming over had my mind working overtime fantasizing. 

By the time I pulled into my drive I had an idea that would provide me with a fantasy come true. I couldn't wait till Saturday.



Jamie Ch. 11



I apologize for the lack of sex in this chapter, but this chapter is needed for the next part of Jason and Jamie's relationship. Please stick with me. There will be plenty of sex next chapter!





The next morning we woke up feeling stiff from being in that truck for so many days. I called into work to see if I was needed, but things were slow so they told me to go ahead and stay home and that they'd call if things picked up. Grateful for a day to rest after the long road trip, I crashed back on my bed. Jamie was in the shower getting ready to go see her family. I had a plan for the day that she wouldn't see coming. 

Once she was out of the shower and dressed I offered to drop her off at her parents' place so she could spend the day with them. 

"You're not working?" she asked.

"No, things are slow this week I guess. I can pick you up later; I've got a couple things I need to take care of," I told her.

She pouted. "I was hoping we could talk to my parents together."

"About what? They already know we're technically engaged and now living together."

"I know, but I just know my dad would like you to talk to him about things in person."

"I won't be gone too long. We can talk to them at dinner or something."

Her mouth twisted in disapproval, so I got up and stepped up to her, placing my hands on her shoulders.

"This will be worth waiting for me to be there, I promise," I said staring straight into her eyes. 

I kissed her and she kissed me back. "It better be."

I smiled at her and kissed her deeply. "It will be," I promised again after breaking the kiss.

She turned towards the door quickly, whipping her brown hair in my face in mock haughtiness. I chased after her, smacking her ass as I chased her out the door. We chatted comfortably on the way to her parents' place. I loved talking to her almost as much as I loved fucking her. It was nice to know we had more than just a sexual relationship. We had years of friendship and a great road trip under our belts, so a committed relationship developing this quickly didn't seem totally out of the question to either one of us. It was apparently good enough for our parents too. 

When we got to her parents' place, I walked with her inside and said hello to everybody and chatted casually for a few minutes before I excused myself and said I'd be back in a few hours.

"We're going to dinner at five, so you better be back by then," Ted warned me.

I checked the time on my phone. It was only noon, so I had five hours.

"Not a problem, Ted. I'll be back by then for sure."

He walked me out to my car; I sensed a fatherly threat.

"Jason, I know you asked my permission to date Jamie, and I gave you my blessing. I love you like a son, and I have no problem with this relationship. But, you never said anything about proposing to her."

I felt my face and neck grow hot as my stomach went cold. I had wondered if he would talk to me about this.

"I know, I'm sorry. I never expected to propose to her without asking you first. I respect you and look up to you as a father; especially since losing my dad. I honestly never had plans to propose on our road trip either. It was just something that just...kinda...happened."

"A passionate moment?"

My face burned much hotter that time and I knew my face was probably as red as a tomato.

"Jason, I won't pretend that you two were able to keep your hands off of each other. I won't pretend like you two didn't do anything either. I'm not an idiot," he laughed. "I may not approve, but you two are consenting adults and can do what you want. Just remember the values each of your parents taught you."

"I haven't forgotten. But, I can't lie to you about our actions on the trip either. I hope I haven't lost your trust or respect," I said.

He shrugged. "Like I said, you're both adults. I love you both. You do have plans to marry her still, right?"

"Yes, sir, I do. That's what my plans are for the day. I'm getting a duplicate key made for her for the apartment and I'm going out to buy an engagement ring."

Ted's eyes grew wide but then his mouth did as well. "You want to propose at dinner?"

I nodded. "Yes, I do. I love Jamie, sir, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I have loved her for most of my life and I couldn't imagine loving anyone else."

Ted surprised me by hugging me tightly. "I approve," he said over my shoulder.

"Thanks," I said when he let me go.

"This calls for a special dinner, then."

"Fish in a Bottle," I said.

He looked at me confused. "Really?"

"It's Jamie's favorite."

He nodded. "Good choice, then. Keep me posted on when you'll be back here. If things are taking a little longer shoot me a text and just meet us at the restaurant. I'll go call your mom."

"Sounds good, thanks, Ted."

He shook my hand and then walked back into the house. I got in my car and drove to the nearest Walmart to get the key copied. The line was a little long, so it took me a good hour to get that job done. Then I started checking out jewelers. I went to Jared's first, but nothing looked like something I could see on Jamie's finger. I tried a couple others, but nothing was right. 

I drove around the compacted cities in the area and saw a small jewelry shop. It was a small, family owned business, but the pieces they had were the best I'd seen all day. I had about fifteen-hundred dollars saved up in my account, so I kept that in the back of my mind while I perused the glass cases. I had this feeling in my gut she didn't want a diamond; she wanted something out of the ordinary. She was born in July, so I considered the ruby since it was her birthstone. But, a red stone like that just didn't seem to fit her. 

"How can I help you, son?" an older man asked as he came out from the back room.

"I'm looking for an engagement ring."

His face beamed with delight. "Congratulations, son. Do you have a picture of your future bride?" he asked.

I looked at him confused. 

"I can tell you're looking for something less traditional than a diamond. Seeing the girl will only help me find the perfect fit for you."

I smiled and pulled out my Windows phone and pulled up her Facebook page. I scrolled through her pictures until I found my favorite one of her. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress that frilled out a bit, but not gaudily, and fell down to her knees. It was simple and perfect, just like her. She'd worn the dress in her best friend's wedding a couple years back. When I handed the phone over to him his eyes sparkled.

"You are a lucky man, my son," he said as he handed the phone back to me.

"Thank you."

"Let's see. What is her birthstone?" he asked.

"The ruby, but red doesn't seem to feel right for her."

"I agree. Hmm," he mused as he looked through his cases and I followed. He had sections for each birthstone. "What do you think of the sapphire?" he asked.

He pulled out a display of a few rings with sapphires in them. I liked the blue stone for sure, but I wasn't sure if it screamed "Jamie!"

"Maybe."

"You want something that looks like her, don't you?"

I looked up at him and smiled. "Yeah."

I looked to my left and saw one ring with a small brown colored stone set in it. The shop owner noticed me eyeing it, so he went to the case, unlocked it and pulled the ring out. He placed it on a black cloth in front of me. The color of it reminded me of Jamie's eyes when the sunlight caught them. All I could do was stare at the stone until the shop owner broke me out of my reverie. 

"I think this is the one," he said.

I looked up at him, tearing my eyes away from the ring. "I'm sorry?"

He grinned at me. "The way you stare at this ring, it's like you're looking into her eyes. I can tell, this is the ring."

"How much is it?" I asked.

He checked the tag. "Eleven-hundred."

"I'll take it," I said.

"Great! I'll get the forms for the layaway," he said and started to head for the back room.

"I can pay for it now," I told him.

He looked at me in disbelief. "Are you sure? After tax it'll come out to nearly twelve-hundred."

"That's fine. I can afford it. I have plenty in my savings."

"Well, alrighty then! Let's get this wrapped up for you. Do you know her size?"

I nodded. I had texted her sister while I was searching, so I gave him the size and he took it into the back and began working on resizing it perfectly for her. He was able to get it down to her correct size within a couple of hours. I checked my phone and it was nearing 4pm as he was ringing me up. He put the ring in a soft, purple box and handed it to me.

"Congratulations, son. I hope it all goes well," he said and I shook his hand.

"Thank you for everything."

I left the store with the ring in my pocket and then Jamie called.

"Hey babe," I answered.

"Hey, my dad had to push back dinner. Something came up at the shop. He said we should get changed into something nice, though. Could you come and get me so we can get home and change?"

"I'm on my way right now."

"Good, see you soon!"

I picked her up at her parents' house and then we hurried home and got into nicer clothes for dinner. I kept the ring with me at all times, only letting it out of my sight while I was in the shower.

When we showed up to the restaurant, we found that our party was taking up most of the main dining room. The place was a small but classy sushi restaurant. Everybody was there, too. My mom, and both my brothers, Mike and Ben, plus Mike's wife, Ashley. My grandparents were even there. On Jamie's side were both of her parents, her brother, TJ, and both of her sisters, Kimmie and Kristen; Kristen's boyfriend sat next to her. This was going to be a big night.

We sat and instantly our families began talking. The server brought out the platters of sushi for us to pass around and we ate while talking and catching up with each other. Jamie and I told the clean version of our trip, not wanting to divulge the dirty details of our sexual activities. Soon, I decided the time had come, so, I stood up with my glass and got everybody's attention. Silence fell quicker than I was expecting and every eye in the room was locked on me; even those of people not in our party.

I looked at them all with a brief deer-in-the-headlights expression and then cleared my throat. "I'm glad you're all here today. As you know, the past couple years haven't been the best for me. But, life has a way of changing things unexpectedly," I said looking at Jamie. "When Jamie told me she was moving back to California, I was very excited. As most of you know, I have been crazy about this girl for many years," I said grabbing her hand. Her cheeks turned red as I put the spotlight on her for a second. 

If you think you're flustered now, wait until I'm done, I thought as I stared at her with a loving smile.

"And, as most of you know, things between me and Jamie changed during our road trip back home. Somewhere along the way-"

"The first night," she interjected.

I laughed. "Yes, the first night. We fell in love. Or, more like she finally fell in love with me. I couldn't begin to explain with words how happy I was when I first hear her tell me she loved me. Then just the other night, we were talking and an 'accidental' proposal came out. I only say accidental because it was unplanned. I hadn't wanted to just blurt it out in the middle of deep conversation like I had," I hid the fact that it was right after we'd fucked from the present company. "But, that's why I'm glad you're all here tonight."

I reached into my left pocket and grabbed the key to my apartment I'd made for her.

"Jamie, this is your copy of the key to our apartment," I said and placed it in her hand. "It may not seem like much, but maybe this will make up for it," I continued and dropped down to one knee. She looked at me confused and excited all at once; it was the most adorable thing I'd ever seen. "Jamie, you know that I have loved you for a very long time and after this trip we've taken together, I don't want to spend another day apart." I reached into my other pocket and pulled out the purple box. Her hands went to her mouth and a tear appeared in the corner of her eye. "Will you do the honor of making me the happiest man in the world? Will you marry me?" I asked and opened the box to reveal the Imperial topaz engagement ring waiting inside.

"Oh my god!" she said, sounding like she would burst out into tears any moment.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

She nodded enthusiastically. I pulled the ring from the box and took her left hand. Sliding the ring onto her finger, it fit perfectly, as if she'd had it for years.

"It fits perfectly! How did you know my size?" she asked.

I looked over at Kristen. "I had a little help."

Kristen smiled back. "Yeah, that wasn't my boyfriend who texted me earlier," Kristen said. 

"You mean, you didn't just know?" Jamie teased. 

I laughed too. "Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not perfect," I said with a wink. 

"Jamie, get over here and show us that ring!" 

Cynthia called from the other end of the tables. Jamie kissed me and then went to show off her ring to her family. Jamie looked so happy as she passed herself around so everybody could look at the symbol of my love for her on her hand. I sat down and my brothers shook my hand, and my sister hugged me. This time I knew they were happy for me. It was such a different feeling than with my last marriage. The happiness and support they showed me was real and from a happier place this time; before they'd just pretended to be happy and were supportive out of obligation. This time it was real and from a place of happiness. I knew things would be better this time around.

After dinner we went home to rest some more. We were really feeling the effects of the trip on our bodies; exhaustion hit us like a ton of bricks. When we walked into the apartment, my roommate, Jeff, was watching a movie but he perked up as soon as he saw Jamie.

"Hey guys! What's up?" he asked as I shut the door behind us.

"Oh, not much. We just got engaged," I said matter-of-factly. 

"What?" he asked completely caught off guard.

"Sorry, Jeff, but Jason beat you to it," Jamie said with a wink and then walked into our room. 

"You proposed?" he asked.

"Yep!" I said with a happy sigh. 

"I didn't know you guys were that serious."

"Well, we are!" I said grinning at him.

"I feel really bad for flirting with her yesterday now."

I chuckled. "Don't worry about it, bud."

My phone chimed with a text message. I checked it and saw that it was from a number I didn't recognize. Confused, I opened the message and saw a picture of a topless girl with short hair winking at me. Jamie came out of our room and looked at me with wide eyes.

"It's Tracy," she said.

"Yeah," I said feeling as shocked as Jamie looked.

"What do we do?" she asked.

"I guess one of us should talk to her. We did tell her to call us if she were ever in Calif-fuck, you don't think she's in town do you?" I asked.

"I don't know! You talk to her, I can't."

"Are you sure? What if she's in town? What if she wants to...you know?" I asked so I would know how to handle her if she were nearby.

Jamie looked at Jeff and then I did too. We were suddenly on the same page.

"What? What's going on?" Jeff asked feeling scared.

"Jeff, we have a little story to tell you, but first, I need to find out what this message is about," I told him. He looked a little confused and scared all at once.

"Don't worry, Jeff," Jamie said. "You'll probably like this story."

He looked confused but with some intrigue this time instead. I texted her back, letting her know we liked the picture and asked what she was up to. A minute later my phone rang.

"Hey, Tracy," I answered.

"Hey there, Jason," she responded. She sounded like she was testing the waters with me to see how I would react to her calling me.

"What's going on?"

"Well, um, you know how you guys said if I was ever in town to give you a call?"

"Yeah...are you in town?" I asked her.

"No, but I will be soon. I'm at a Denny's in Barstow right now."

"You're what? What are you doing there?" I asked, taking a seat at the small kitchen table. 

"Well..." she said. She sounded embarrassed.

"Tracy? Are you okay?" I asked, leaning forward. 

I could sense bad news coming. Jamie was suddenly by my side with a concerned look on her face. I held up a finger indicating I would tell her everything once Tracy told me.

"No," she said choking back a sob. "After that night I spent with you guys, my dad kicked me out. He hit me and called me a whore. He's disowned me. I have nowhere to go!"

My heart dropped into my stomach. The poor girl; and it was our fault. I felt like total shit in that moment. We had to help her out.

"Okay, just come here, okay? You got a pen?"

"Yeah, one sec," she said through her crying. "Go ahead."

I gave her the address and then we hung up. Jamie looked at me, waiting for an explanation.

"Tracy's on her way here," I said.

"Did something happen? She sounded upset from what I could hear."

I nodded. "After that night she spent with us, her dad kicked her out."

Jamie's hand went over her mouth. "Oh my god. Are you serious?"

I nodded. "That's what she told me. I feel like shit."

"Me too," Jamie said.

"I guess it was a good thing we gave her our numbers. At least she won't be totally homeless."

"Yeah, but it's going to feel cramped enough here with the three of us. How are we going to..." then she looked at Jeff and that's when the light bulb clicked on. Jamie had a scheme.

I looked at Jeff and then back at Jamie and knew exactly what she was thinking. Jeff was single and a good-looking guy. Tracy was a sweet and gorgeous girl. If they hooked up, it would feel less cramped.

"Guys, you're scaring me," Jeff said.

"You have nothing to be scared of, bro. Trust me. This girl is pretty awesome. Almost as awesome as Jamie."

Jamie slapped my arm.

"I said almost!"

She laughed and then bumped me with her shoulder.

"Let us just tell you the story of how we met Tracy and then I'll show you the picture she just sent us," I told him.



Jamie Ch. 12



Jamie was very excited as she planned the meal she would fix when Stephie came over Saturday evening. She and her mom made a list and went shopping Friday evening. 

I bought 3 bottles of wine to be sure they had something special that evening. If it were left to my wife to buy wine, it would probably come in a box.

Jamie came downstairs to my office after she and her mom had put the groceries away.

"Daddy, I think Stephie and I will watch a couple of pay-per-view movies tomorrow night. How do I access that channel?"

"I can't believe you're gonna stay in. Why don't you girls go clubbing or out somewhere. Staying home is for old folks like your mom and me."

"Stephie doesn't want to go out. She says she isn't ready to meet anyone new yet."

"OK then, I'll show you how to program the channels, but after that I want to tell you what I want you to do tomorrow."

"Yum. I'll do anything you want Daddy. You know that. What is it? Tell me now please."

"Go see what Mom is doing first. This is very private and I don't want to chance her overhearing."

Jamie ran upstairs and soon came back down.

"She is on the phone talking to Aunt Karen."

"Good. We have enough time then. She will be on for an hour, I bet."

Jamie gave me a mischievous look and crawled onto my lap. She put her arms around my neck and positioned herself straddling me. She squirmed around, knowing what that would do. My cock stiffened as she whispered in my ear.

"Does this mean we have time, Daddy?"

"Possibly, but first I want to give you instructions for a specific and special task you are to do."

She sat still, intent on the task she was about to be given.

"You will be fixing a green salad I assume."

"Yes. We have 3 types of lettuce, bell peppers, carrots, mushrooms, bean sprouts, black olives and a bunch of other stuff."

"How about a cucumber?"

"No. We didn't get one."

"Tomorrow you will go back to the store and get at least one. It must be at least 12 inches long and at least 2 inches in diameter."

She squirmed again and giggled.

"Why would I need a cucumber?"

"You need a cucumber because I said you need one. I want you to get it by the middle of the afternoon. Your mom will be gone to her club tomorrow at 2:30 and I want you alone then for some special activities."

"Uummm Daddy,special activities? I can't wait."

I laughed.

"Seriously Daddy, I can't wait. Please fuck me now while Mom's on the phone. You can fuck me on the stairs so you can hear her talking if you want. I have always wanted you to fuck me while she is here and close to us. Is that sick?"

"If it is, then I'm sick too."

Her lips were on mine immediately. She kissed me with her hot, wet kisses. Her tongue was probing and alive in my mouth. I sucked it and then she sucked mine and we kissed like we had been apart for months. 

I unbuttoned her blouse and sucked her hard nipples, scraping my teeth over them. She ground her crotch on mine and urged me to suck her breasts harder.

"Oh Daddy. That feels so good. When you bite my nipples I feel warm and electric down in my tummy. Suck my titties harder, won't you Daddy?"

"Yes Baby. I could suck your beautiful tits for hours. Your pink areola looks so pretty and your cherry red nipples are making my cock harder. Can you tell?"

"Gawd yes Daddy. I think your Daddy cock is gonna tear thru your jeans to get to my little babygirl pussy. Am I right Daddy?"

I kissed her mouth harder and more passionately as I humped up at her puss. She pushed down onto me and I knew we couldn't continue this hyperforeplay any longer.

"Fuck me now, Baby. Sit on Daddy's big, hard cock. Give me some of that sweet pussy."

She stood up and pulled her jeans down and stepped out of them. She pulled her panties off and laid them on my desk, then unzipped my jeans. She fished inside the fly and squeezed my stiffening cock. She kissed me while she played with my cock and soon it was hard and pulsing in her warm hand.

She struggled to bend it to get it out of my jeans. Finally I stood and unsnapped my jeans and dropped them to my ankles. I sat back down and she climbed on, facing me. 

She squatted above me. Her feet were on my chair and she held my shoulders as she lowered her magnificent pussy down over my cock.

The feeling when my cock first goes into her is the most exciting sensation I have ever known. Her pussy is tight and I always wonder how she can take my cock. It feels soft like velvet inside and is warm. It feels wet and slippery. 

I look into her soft eyes when she feels my cock going up into her belly and I can tell she is overcome with the pleasure. I want her to know it forever.

When she was finally sitting on me with my cock stuffed all the way inside her, she smiled at me and started rocking back and forth. She leaned down on my chest so that her breasts were crushed against me and then she leaned as far back as she could. I held her hands to keep her steady.

She rocked in this manner back and forth and soon sped up until she was sweating with the exercise. Every time she leaned back I could see my wet, shiny cock shaft with her meaty pink lips surrounding it and then as she moved back to a sitting position I saw my cock disappear. Those images made me even more excited.

She fucked me that way for a few minutes and then started thrusting up and down on my cock. She squatted down on me, then bobbed up and then dropped back down hard so my cock was plunged deep into her. 

She slammed her pussy down over my cock faster and faster and soon she was cumming. She never slowed as she moved through one climax and into the next one. She could cum at least five or six times in a row, all connected as if they were one huge orgasm. 

When she had cum so many times, she always collapsed down on me, spent and exhausted. She liked to nap in my arms while lying on me when she recovered. My cock stayed in her as long as possible. 

I sat still while she rested. My cock was still hard and I needed to cum. I started playing with her ass and she roused and reached back to the desk behind her. She raised up and pushed herself back onto the desk. Her feet were still on my chair and she now sat with her legs spread, Her pink pussy stared at me.

I stood and moved to her. She guided my cock into her waiting cunt. Her lips hung open invitingly and my cock head slid between them and had barely felt the deepest area of her vagina before I started to fuck her violently. 

My balls slapped her ass as I drove my cock into her. Her pussy was juicy and hot from her orgasms and my cock was relentless as I rammed it into her as deep and fast and hard as I could.

She braced herself on my desk against my onslaught and the force of my thrusts slid her back on the desk. She tried to scoot back to the edge so I could continue my hard fucking, but my urgent need kept slamming her back. 

We fucked hard against each other and soon I felt my cum rising and then shooting out and into her cunt. I kept pumping and unloaded my balls deep into her. 

She wrapped her legs around me to hold my cock inside her and as I stood there a willing captive to her cunt, I could feel her vagina contracting and squeezing my cock as it milked all of my hot cum out and into her. 

She had the most gifted pussy I have ever had the pleasure to fuck. I sincerely believe I could put my cock into her pussy and never move and she could squeeze and milk it dry easily. I made a mental note to try that sometime, in the interest of science.

Reality soon overcame us and we put our clothes back on. She went up stairs to clean up. She came back down an hour later. 

"Daddy, what am I supposed to do tomorrow?" 

"OK Baby, I will tell you. I want you to fuck that hot cunt of yours with the cucumber while I watch and then when you have it coated with your cummy juices, I want you to let it dry like that. Then I want you to slice the cucumber and mix the slices into your green salad."

"Oh My God. That is so hot Daddy. You are a real pervert to think of something so decadent and horny. No wonder I love you so much."

"I like the idea of Stephie and your Mom eating your cum without knowing it. Cuckolding your mom excites me. If she only knew..."

"Yeah and Stephie too. She would probably gag."

I laughed at that 

"Daddy, I have a twisted idea too."

"What's that sweetie?"

"Well, when I caught you looking at Stephie and rubbing your cock, it turned me on something fierce. I wish I had let you cum then. I have regretted that many times and I rub my Virginia every time I think about that."

"I was so embarrassed that night. I was afraid you'd think I was a weirdo."

"I know Daddy and I was shocked at first, but I really wish you had finished masturbating. I have an idea how we can correct that mistake."

"How?"

"Stephie gets drunk really easily. Two or three glasses of wine will put her down and out. Maybe when she and I are watching movies and drinking in the den, she might fall asleep. Then I would come and get you and you could check her out. It would be so hot for me to watch you playing with that big cock and when you needed to cum, I would help out."

"Jamie. That sounds wrong."

She reached for my cock and looked at me as she gripped it.

"Then why are you so excited Daddy?"

I couldn't answer and despite telling her it was wrong, I desperately wanted to do what she suggested.

"Wouldn't it upset you to see me cum while looking at one of your friends? I mean you are my babygirl and lover. Can you handle that?"

"What do you think?"

She moved my hand down under her pajama bottoms. Her pussy was soaking wet.

"You are such an unbelievable slut."

"I take that as a compliment from you Daddy."

"OK, lets do it."

"Any chance we can do something about our problems tonight Daddy?"

"No sweetie, not as long as Mom is up."

She gave me a scowl and ran upstairs.

"Gee Mom, you look tired tonight."

I laughed at her and thought how perfect she was in every way. 



Jamie Ch. 12



This chapter was a lot of fun to write. I hope you all enjoy the return of Tracy and are looking forward to seeing where things lead with her in the lives of Jason and Jamie!





We moved to the living room area and told Jeff the entire story of how we met Tracy. He didn't speak the entire time, but he definitely seemed to enjoy the story. He looked surprised that I would be in a threesome like I had; especially with Jamie and some totally random pizza delivery girl.

"So, she's on her way here?" he asked.

"Yeah, and we're hoping you two hit it off. If she needs to stay here, our room will be really crowded with three people. Besides, we kinda agreed not to have a threesome ever again," I explained.

"Kinda?" Jamie pressed.

"Fine, we did agree. I was just trying to make light of the situation a little," I defended myself.

"I was teasing you," Jamie said and kissed me on the cheek. 

I smiled and shook my head and then looked back at Jeff. "So, what do you think?"

"Let me see the picture again," he requested.

I pulled up the text and handed him my phone.

"Damn she's got great tits."

"Oh, I know," I agreed. Jamie slapped my arm. "What? I do! She did let me fuck them, remember?"

"I know. I still feel funny about that whole night."

I put my arm around her and hugged her. 

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to get Jeff here as interested in Tracy as possible."

"Dude, I'm interested. The trick is getting her interested in me," Jeff said.

"I don't think that will be much of a problem," I assured him. "You're a good-looking guy."

"Well, thanks, but she's gotta think so too," he said.

He was right, but I had a hard time understanding why he thought so little of himself sometimes. Hopefully things would just click when Tracy got here. It may take some time, but I believed it could happen.

"It's getting late and I need some rest before I work tomorrow. I'm sure they'll have me come in for whatever they've got, even if it's not much," I said. "I'll just have Tracy text us when she's close."

Jamie nodded and Jeff continued to stare at the topless picture of Tracy on my phone. I cleared my throat and he looked at me startled. 

"Sorry," he said and handed me my phone.

I laughed. "No worries," I said and texted Tracy real quick and then said goodnight to Jeff. Jamie followed me into our room and we got ready for bed. Jamie pulled a pair of sexy pajama shorts and a tank top from her suitcase, which she really hadn't had a chance to unpack yet.

"What?" she asked with an embarrassed smile as she caught me staring at her.

"I just can't get over how perfect you are," I told her.

She stepped up to me and stopped, her face an inch away from mine. "Perfect, huh?" she said, her hot breath masking my face briefly. I reached up with my right hand and pushed her hair back behind her ear. Then I cupped the back of her head with both hands and pulled her in for a kiss. It was gentle and full of as much love as I could possibly convey to her. She responded in like at first, but then she intensified the kiss almost immediately. She kissed me hungrily like we hadn't kissed in a week. 

Jamie pushed me backwards and I continued to kiss her as I backed up towards the bed. She began to unbutton my shirt while keeping her mouth locked on mine. Once my shirt was free from my body, I slid my hands down her back and squeezed her ass beneath the thin fabric of her flowery dress. Then I grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it up her body, gathering more of the fabric as my hands traveled up her body. She raised her arms as I pulled her dress off of her, exposing her perfect, milky body.

She'd worn a lacy, pink bra and matching thong. I took a small step back just to take in her beauty once again. I took a deep breath to get myself breathing again. 

"Forget to breathe?" she teased.

"No, you just stole my breath from me."

She smiled wide and threw herself into me. I caught her in my arms as her mouth planted on mine and I let us fall back onto the soft, springy mattress. I rolled over her until we were laying on the bed properly. We stopped with her half on top of me and half on the bed, rubbing her right leg between mine. The friction on my cock she created had me as hard as a steel pole in seconds. 

"Mmm," she moaned. "Somebody's ready to go."

"For you, I'm always ready," I said and latched my mouth on hers again as I unclasped her bra, freeing her gorgeous tits. She pulled away enough to remove the bra and throw it on the floor. I held her tight against my body as our kissing intensified. She slid a hand down my body to my slacks and then slid her leg off of me to unbuckle my belt. I reached down and helped her. Without pulling her mouth from mine, she unbuttoned my pants and reached inside to find my cock. Her warm hand on my shaft was almost enough to make me explode. 

We hadn't fucked since we got back, so there was a lot of tension built up between us that needed release. I was losing my patience, so I pushed her off of me suddenly.

"Fuck this," I said and hastily pulled off my pants, boxers and the T-shirt I'd worn under the button up shirt she'd already removed. When I was done, she was pulling at the sides of her thong, teasing me with it. "Oh, hell no," I said and grabbed hold of her thong and almost ripped it from her body. She laughed as I did so and pulled me tight against her as I laid on top of her, my cock smashed between us. She rubbed her smooth, recently shaved pussy with gentle gyrations as we resumed our intense kissing. I grabbed her ass with one hand, pressing her tighter against my throbbing cock. With my other hand I squeezed one of her full breasts. She had one hand running through my hair while the other one reached down and grabbed my ready dick. 

Jamie lifted her hips slightly, allowing my cock access to her love tunnel. He slid in slowly, finally able to seek release from the tension that'd been building up all day. I grabbed her other ass cheek, pulling her tighter against me. She ground her pelvis against mine, filling up her tight pussy completely with my entire length. The circular motions she made while I was inside of her drove me insane. But, I couldn't tell if she wanted to keep things slow and sensual or if she was trying to drive me insane for a good, hard fucking. 

I took control and rolled us over so I was on top in our missionary position. I pulled my face away from hers to try and read her eyes. When I looked down, she was giving me mixed signals; like a part of her wanted me to take things slow and make love to her, but another part wanted me to make her scream. I decided we could have the best of both worlds, so I lowered my face back down to hers and kissed her passionately as I slowly raised my hips to slide my cock almost completely out of her; only the tip remained inside before I slid back home again. She released my mouth from hers and gasped as I re-entered her. 

My beautiful bride-to-be gently scratched my back as I repeated the motion again, slowly building things up. She closed her eyes and pulled me tightly against her, resting her chin on my shoulder. She dug her nails into the back of my short, red hair on my head while the other continued to caress my back. I loved having my back scratched, even while not in the middle of sex, so the feeling of two of my favorite sensations happening at once was indescribable. It was as if we were rising through the heavens to find our own personal cloud to make love on.

I slid most of the way out of her again and slowly returned my cock to his home in her pussy again. This time she let out a throaty moan before letting out another gasp. This was the most turned on I could remember her being, and it only made me hornier; but I refused to suddenly switch speeds. This needed to build up to something spectacular. I repeated the motion again and she let out a satisfied sigh as she shuttered. Had she really had an orgasm already? 

I never would have thought that a few long, slow thrusts into her pussy would have been enough!

"Holy shit, Jason, you made me cum already," she said, but I could see the lust in her eyes; she wasn't done yet.

I kissed her and she kissed me back hungrily. She was done building things up and was ready for a good fucking. She pushed on my right shoulder, so I began to roll onto my back and she came with me. Once she was on top, she sat up into the cowgirl position and began to rise up and down on my pole. If I haven't mentioned before, this is my favorite position. The feel of her body rising up and down on my cock, her entire weight (which wasn't much) crashing into mine, not to mention the beautiful motion of her perfect tits bouncing up and down, was the most beautiful sight in the world to me. I grabbed onto her hips as she rode my cock and met her half way with my own thrusts as she came down on me. 

The building tension proved to be more than I could take and I could feel my orgasm building. I sped up my thrusts as she increased the pace of her rising and falling on my cock. She seemed to sense I was nearing my climax and wanted to help me get there quickly. I could tell by her breathing that another orgasm was growing inside of her as well. I held back as much as I could so we could come together. 

Neither of us could even speak from the intensity of our fucking. I felt that familiar sensation of a pending explosion of cum and then suddenly her eyes locked with mine in the most lustful gaze I'd ever seen. I stopped our motions and sat up, pulling closer to me. Her legs wrapped around my body nimbly and she began to bounce again while I thrust into her as best as I could. Then, without warning, my cock exploded inside of her and I tightened my embrace around her body and she did the same as she shuddered and shook, my ejaculation sending her over the edge. 

We fell back, her laying on top of me, both of us breathing heavily. "Holy shit," she said. "That was fucking amazing."

"I know, I was there," I joked.

"Smartass," she said and kissed me on the cheek. She slowly slid off of me, and my cock sprang back, still erect, but slowly losing its hardness. 

"Better than a dumb one," I said and she laughed. I laughed too and soon we were both caught up in a fit of laughter. The joke hadn't been that funny, but we were both so happy we didn't care how bad the joke was. The laughter wasn't about the joke; it was a culmination of the happiness we'd built together the past week. We came down from our laughter and just laid there together. I stroked her back while she caressed my chest with her finger nails.

"What's going to happen when Tracy gets here?" she asked.

Why was she bringing this up now? 

"What do you mean?"

She shrugged. "Are you going to want to fuck her?"

"Honestly, I hadn't considered it at all. All I've thought about was getting you back into bed," I said and kissed the top of her head that was resting on my shoulder.

"Do you want to?" she asked.

"Jamie, you're the only girl on my mind. Why are you bringing her up?"

She shrugged again. 

"Were you thinking about fucking her again?" I asked.

She was quiet.

"Jamie?"

She sighed. "Maybe."

I chuckled. "What happened to not wanting to have a threesome again?"

"I don't know," she whined playfully. "I guess that text from her got me considering it again."

I thought about it for a minute. It was a sexy picture. Tracy did have some amazing, fuckable tits. I couldn't deny that if Jamie wanted to have another threesome with Tracy again, I wouldn't turn it down. 

"Jamie, I love you, and you know that. I always will. And because of that, I want you to do whatever makes you happy. If that means we have to fuck Tracy again, then...I guess I'll just have to deal with that."

She slapped my chest and laughed. "Asshole."

"Whore," I threw back at her, but I said it with a loving tone, contradicting the meaning of the word. 

"Just for you, baby," she said and kissed me. 

We laid there together in silence, just enjoying our closeness. I was thinking about how in a year and a half we would be married. Then I started to think about things and was starting to wonder why we had to wait so long to get married. Granted, we'd only been officially together for a week or so, but with everything that'd happened over that week, and the fact our families were so happy we were together, plus we were already living together, why should we have to wait any longer than a few months?

"Jamie?" I asked and she sucked in a deep breath as I woke her.

"Hmm?" she moaned sleepily.

"Why are we waiting so long to get married?"

She didn't respond for a minute; I thought she'd fallen back asleep.

"Because we wanted to take things slow, right? Make sure we really wanted to be together forever," she reminded me.

"Yeah, but look at us. We have been sleeping together every day for almost a week, we're living together now; we're practically already married. Why should we wait so long to make it official?"

She was silent again, but for longer this time.

"Jamie?"

"I'm thinking," she said.

Just then my phone chimed with a text. I looked at it and saw that it was Tracy; she was outside looking for our apartment.

"Tracy's here," I said and swung my legs over the edge of the bed to pull on my pants. I found a pair of shorts I normally slept in on the floor and pulled them on. Jamie grabbed my hand before I left to go find Tracy. 

"Let's do it this summer, if we can put it together that quickly," she said.

I sat back down on the bed and let go of her hand to run my fingers through her hair. I then leaned over and kissed her. "We'll do our best, lover," I said. My phone chimed again; it was Tracy.

"Go get her," Jamie said with a smile. 

I grabbed her hand and squeezed it before kissing it, and then I left to go find Tracy. It was chilly outside with nothing more than my shorts, but it was tolerable. In fact, it was quite refreshing after the workout Jamie and I had just put in. As soon as I got out to the street, I saw the hot teenaged girl we'd fucked a few days ago. She was dressed in nothing more than a tiny pair of shorts, a midriff T-shirt and flip-flops. She picked up a duffle bag from the ground as soon as she saw me. Her short, sort of spiky hair looked a little messy from her drive here, but she still looked great. A big smile spread across her face as soon as she saw me, too; I couldn't help but smile, too, as she walked towards me as quick as she could with her heavy bag. 

I met her halfway and she met me with a kiss. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and mine met hers happily. I broke the kiss quickly, though and took her bag from her.

"Thank you so much for letting me come here!" she said happily.

"I couldn't let you sleep on the street now, could I?" I said with a wink.

She latched onto my free arm as I carried her bag on my right shoulder. "You are too sweet. How is Jamie? I missed you guys!"

"She's good; we have a little surprise for you. But we'll tell you inside, it's getting late and I don't want to wake the neighbors."

"Oh, right," she said dropping to an excited whisper. "Sorry."

"It's okay," I said in a quiet, but conversational tone. "I'm sorry about your dad."

She shrugged, pretending it didn't bother her even though her voicemail had sounded otherwise. 

"Whatever," she said. "If he doesn't want to love me, then that's his problem."

I didn't know how to respond to that. I didn't want to argue with her because I know I'd be upset with my eighteen year old daughter if she'd stayed out all night fucking a couple in their late twenties to early thirties. I still couldn't believe that happened, and the fact that this hot eighteen year old had let me, at the age of thirty, fuck her good was mind boggling to this day.

We entered the apartment and found Jeff in the kitchen pouring a glass of water from the pitcher from the fridge. He returned the pitcher and then turned and saw me and Tracy standing in the doorway. His eyes grew wide as he held the glass of water tipped towards his mouth. The water spilled straight to the floor, missing his mouth by a good six inches.

"Hey Jeff," I said, grinning at his near catatonic state as he stared at the beauty next to me. "Would you like to meet Tracy?"

"Shit," he said, finally noticing the water pooling at his feet. "Sorry," he mumbled. I knew he was really embarrassed because the only times he ever mumbled was when he was frustrated or embarrassed. 

Tracy giggled quietly. "He's cute," she whispered.

My heart leapt when she said that, my hopes rising that something might develop between these two. Jamie came out of our bedroom, wearing the shorts and tank top she'd planned on wearing to bed before we ended up fucking. Her smile grew when she saw Tracy. Tracy squealed with delight as she raced across the room to greet Jamie in the girly way girls do.

They hugged and then Tracy kissed Jamie hard on the mouth and Jamie received her warmly. When they broke the kiss, Jamie stepped back and showed Tracy her engagement ring. Tracy's mouth dropped open and her eyes grew wide, then she looked at me and screamed. She ran back across the room and hugged me tight and then kissed me on the cheek. 

"This is so exciting. Why didn't you tell me?" she asked.

"Hadn't really had a chance to, Tracy," I said and laughed.

She took my hand and pulled me to Jamie. I dropped her bag on the floor on the way. Then she put our hands together and took a step back.

"I'm so sorry for crashing in on you guys like this. I didn't know you two were so serious."

"Well," Jamie said. "Neither did we right away. 

In fact, the original proposal just kinda slipped out after we had sex one night, and that was a couple nights ago. What happened with you, though? Your dad kicked you out?"

Tracy tried to hide her sadness by waving the question off. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

"I'm sorry we got you in trouble," Jamie said, not dropping it. I knew she wouldn't. She was going to feel bad about this until someone forgave her.

"Don't worry about it, it was my fault," she said trying to move on from the subject.

"I just feel so bad," Jamie pressed.

"Babe, it's in the past now," I said and Tracy gave me a half grin. "She's here now and that's what matters, right?"

Jamie sighed. "You're right. I'm glad you're here, Tracy."

"Thanks, but I'm not sure I should stay. I mean, you two are engaged now! I don't want to make things weird or anything. I especially don't want to come between you two, not that I had any intentions of that anyway!" she qualified her statement. "I've just seen it happen before. Couples have an open relationship, promising to stay true to each other at least and then one of them falls for someone they shared."

We stared at her awkwardly.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I say stupid things sometimes when I'm nervous," she apologized.

I relaxed and then stepped up to her. "Tracy, relax. You're with friends now, okay?" I assured her and then hugged her. Jamie stepped up and gently pulled us apart so she could hug Tracy too.

"Good friends," Jamie said and then kissed Tracy deeply. I hadn't been expecting that, but my cock twitched at the sight of the two gorgeous women beginning to make out in front of me and Jeff. I watched Jeff for his reaction and couldn't help but notice the tent rising in his boxers. I started to wonder what Jamie's plan here was. I got this feeling she had been scheming something while I went to meet Tracy outside. I even started to wonder if Jeff's presence in the kitchen had been an accident or not.

Jamie broke the kiss and then pulled Tracy over to the long couch along the wall. She pulled Tracy down to lay on top of her on the couch and they continued to make out, their hands roaming all over their bodies. I was instantly hard, ready to fuck either one of them that would let me. Then suddenly, they broke the kiss and Jamie looked at me lustfully. Tracy followed Jamie's stare and locked her eyes on mine, grinning excitedly. How could I refuse Jamie's prompting?




Jamie Ch. 12



I walked over to them and they reached out together, releasing my cock. Jamie grabbed ahold of it and pulled my closer to their faces. Tracy slid off of Jamie and got on her knees, taking my dick in her hand and licking the top. Jamie did the same and attacked my balls, although gently. The sight of these two gorgeous women taking turns on my cock again was beyond words. I glanced over at Jeff and he watched in amazement. He had his dick in his hands, slowly jerking himself as he watched me get blown by Jamie and Tracy. 

I cupped my hand under Tracy's chin and pulled her up to me. Our tongues wrestled with each other as we kissed; Jamie took my dick in her mouth, driving my senses wild. 

I broke my kiss with Tracy. "What do you think of Jeff?" I whispered in her ear and then we both looked over at him. I could see her smile when she saw him stroking his cock. He looked embarrassed for having been caught jerking off to us but then she waved him over. My heart raced as I believed this would actually work out.

Jeff left the kitchen and joined us at the couch. Tracy dropped to her knees and pulled his boxers off the rest of the way and took his dick into her mouth without any hesitation. Any nervousness or apprehension that might have been on his face before was completely replaced by pleasure. I knew what he was feeling. Tracy gave a great blowjob. I brought my attention back to Jamie and smiled at her as she looked up at me with my cock in her mouth; a beautiful sight in my opinion. 

I was ready to fuck again, though, so I put my hands on the sides of her face and she released my cock. As she rose to her feet, I directed her to the couch. She spread her legs and I guided my dick home in her pussy. She let out a satisfied sigh as I kissed her neck while sliding my pole in and out of her fuck hole. I felt movement on the other side of the couch, so I pulled out of Jamie to change our position so we could see what was going on. Jamie seemed to like the idea, so she happily got up from the couch to let me recline against the arm. Once I was settled, she lowered herself on me again in a reverse-cowgirl position. She then leaned back and gyrated her hips subtly while we watched Tracy continue her blowjob on Jeff as he sat on the couch. His head fell back against the back cushion of the couch as he reveled in the ecstasy she created for him.

I reached up and massaged Jamie's tits as we slowly fucked while watching the other two go at it. Tracy raised herself up and tugged at Jeff's shirt. He sat forward and let her pull it off of him. Tracy gently ran her nails over his chest and stomach and then began to lick one of his nipples. Jeff seemed to thoroughly enjoy that since the contact drove him to grab his cock again. 

Tracy kissed her way up to his mouth where they shared their first kiss. As she kissed him, she grabbed his cock herself and climbed up onto his lap, impaling herself with his rod. Her legs were bent behind her as she began to slowly rise up and down on his cock. Soon they weren't able to kiss anymore as their pace increased.

Jamie and I began to build the intensity of our fucking as well. Her gyrations changed to rising and falling like an engine piston. I bucked my hips to meet her falling with upward thrusts. We continued like this until Tracy pulled off of Jeff and turned around to put herself in a similar position as Jamie. Jamie got excited about this and left my lap. She knelt down in front of Tracy and helped guide Jeff into Tracy's pussy. Once Tracy was fully impaled, Jamie began to lick the top of Tracy's pussy.

I couldn't take not getting any action so I got up and positioned myself behind Jamie, taking her from behind. My thrusts into her pussy in the doggie-style position drove Jamie's face into Tracy's pussy. Jeff bucked his hips into Tracy, fucking her from below. The double attention Tracy was receiving was really starting to have an effect on her as she closed her eyes and her breathing became more labored and ragged. 

Her eyes locked on mine as her orgasm began to build. It worried me because her expression wasn't a lustful one, though that was a subtle emotion she conveyed. But, the look she gave was similar to the loving one Jamie gave me. I forced myself to not look her in the eyes anymore and looked down at Jamie's beautiful body in front of me. I was engaged to Jamie and we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. There was no way I was fucking that up.

I spanked Jamie and she looked back at me with a grin before returning to Tracy's pussy. I spanked her other cheek and she looked back again with a bigger smile so I spanked her once more. She pulled herself off of my cock and then turned to face me; she nearly tackled me to the floor, kissing me hard on the mouth. 

"What was that for?" I asked.

"Proving you love me by fighting for my attention," she said quietly and then kissed me again. She sat up into the cowgirl position again and impaled herself on my cock and then rode me hard. She would look over at Tracy and Jeff every once in a while, but my eyes were locked on her; the true love of my life. I reached up and grabbed onto her breasts, squeezing and massaging them as she continued to ride my cock. Her breathing increased as did mine; our orgasms were building together. Jamie looked down at me, her loving eyes locked on mine. Just a few more thrusts later and I exploded inside of her, triggering her orgasm. She collapsed on top of me when her orgasm subsided and her energy was drained. I was too tired myself to move after that. 

"That was hot," Tracy said and we answered with exhausted chuckles.

"Not as hot as you," Jeff interjected. 

I heard them kiss and then Jeff warned her he was going to cum. Jamie and I pushed ourselves up and watched them finish. Tracy dropped down to her knees and took his cock into her mouth. He blew his load into her pretty mouth and she swallowed every drop. I smiled and looked at Jamie; she looked back at me with a satisfied smile. There was something suspicious about her smile, though. I had to find out what she had been up to in the short time I was outside to meet Tracy.

Rising to my feet, I took Jamie's hands and helped her to hers. "Goodnight," I said to Jeff and Tracy and led Jamie to our room.

"Goodnight," they repeated together from the couch they were now snuggling on.

"What did you do?" I asked once our door was shut. 

She burst out laughing and kissed me. "I knew you wouldn't be able to talk her into liking him. She had to see him for herself. So, I told him to go out there and put on an act that made him look silly but cute. Him spilling the water was perfect."

"That was on purpose?" I asked confused. 

"It was all planned out on mine and his part. You and Tracy had no clue, which made it perfect because Tracy's reactions to Jeff were all her. I think she really likes him. Notice how once he was involved, she forgot about us?"

"Until you went to eat her pussy while he fucked her," I pointed out. I wasn't sure how I felt about her being in such close proximity to Jeff's cock.

"Don't be jealous. I didn't even touch Jeff's cock," she said knowing what I was thinking. "But, don't you think that's a little hypocritical of you to be jealous if I had given his cock some attention while you gave another girl attention?"

She was right. It was very hypocritical. "I'm sorry. I guess I know how you feel now after our night with Tracy. I'm not sure I like the idea of threesomes anymore either."

Jamie kissed me. "I love you, Jason. I wasn't trying to prove a point to you, but I love your understanding heart. But, never say never, okay?" she said with a wink and then kissed me again. I noticed the time on the alarm clock on my side of the bed and realized I was running out of hours in the night to sleep. It was already two in the morning and I had to call in at ten for work.

"Okay," I said. "We should get some sleep," I suggest and then led us to our bed where we slept the rest of the night. We didn't bother to clothe ourselves; we'd grown pretty accustomed to being naked around each other anyway. That night we both slept soundly, we didn't even hear Tracy and Jeff fuck again in his room that night.



Jamie Ch. 13



Despite Jamie's best efforts to persuade her mom to go to bed early, she wouldn't and we didn't dare take a chance with her awake and moving around in the house. 

The idea of checking out Stephie and then cumming while watching her made us both more excited than usual. I finally took a shower and went to bed early, frustrated. I don't know what she did to distract herself from her horny thoughts.

The next morning was beautiful. The weather was perfect, so I decided to straighten up the garage. Jamie and her mom were going shopping at the mall, where many of the stores were having "sidewalk sales". 

I smiled to myself as I realized they were going where Jamie and I had meet a couple of days ago.

Jamie came out to remind me that Stephie was coming over that evening. I am certain she realized that I remembered and was just taunting me so I couldn't think about anything besides our naughty plans.

"You are such a provocateur."

"I thought I was a prick tease, Daddy."

She laughed and wiggled her ass as she went back to the house.

I had the day to myself and as I was cleaning the garage, I had a hell of an idea. I hurried and finished that chore and went to a store I had noticed a few days before. 

It was called "The Spy Store". They sold small nanny cameras that many people installed in their homes to be sure the nannies and baby sitters weren't mistreating their kids when under their care.

They had an amazing assortment of cams and mics that were almost undetectable. I bought a clock/cam, a small trophy cam and mics for each of them. They were designed to broadcast images and sounds a short distance which could be seen and heard then or recorded for later observation.

I rushed home and installed the devices in the den in places that were not obvious. Unless someone knew of their existence, they would not be noticed. 

I activated them and went to my office to watch and listen. I had earlier brought Rex in and let him sniff around the room so I could watch him from my office to be sure they were working. 

It was funny to watch the dog as he sniffed around and explored the room alone. He had never been allowed to be in the den and family areas by himself and he especially enjoyed sniffing the area of the couch where Jamie always sat. 

When I was satisfied that the cams and mics were working and the images were of good, clear quality, I took Rex back outside.

I decided not to tell Jamie about the cams and mics. I wasn't trying to check on her as much as keep her from accidently doing something that might give away the fact the I was watching them.

The thrill of Stephie coming over and my daughter helping to expose her was huge turn on, but the additional taboo of watching them secretly was as much of a thrill to me. 

My mind was swimming with hundreds of scenarios all afternoon. My cock was almost sore from all of the rubbing and squeezing I inflicted on it while the minutes dragged by before dinner.

I was in my office downstairs when they returned. Jamie bounded down the he stairs, breathlessly.

"Daddy, Mom is leaving to go to her club meeting now. She is late. Will you help us carry our stuff in so she can go?"

I quickly got up and went out and played pack mule for them. Soon the car was empty and my wife left for her meeting. Jamie and I went into the house. 

I started back downstairs to finish a letter I was composing.

"Oh Daddy. Aren't you forgetting something?"

"We will have time for that later when Stephie is here. I want to save all my cum for then, sweetie."

She laughed at me.

"No silly Daddy. I was talking about the cucumber. I have plenty of cum so there is no sense in me saving mine."

I looked at the clock. It was almost 2:30.

"When will Stephie be coming over?"

"Probably about sixish."

"Then let's do that about fiveish."

"That sounds goofy when you say it. Face it Pops, your days of being cool are long gone."

She started to run away, but I caught her and threw her on the floor and we wrestled around like we did when she was a kid. 

I held her arms down and blew in her face. She always hated that, but today she just lay there and before I could stop myself, I was kissing her tenderly.

I continued to hold her arms still as I kissed her. She didn't try to move them and I relaxed a little, allowing more of my weight to pass onto her. 

"Oh Daddy. I feel so helpless under you like this. I love this feeling that you control me and own me now."

I kissed her hard and she sucked my breath down into her lungs. I continued to hold her arms as we kissed. I ground my hard cock against her mound. I pushed her legs apart with mine and then felt her arch her pelvis up to grind against me.

She tried to move her arms to hold me, but I refused to let her move them. She struggled harder against me as a test. I held her tighter. She kissed me harder and deeper and her breaths were rapid and almost gasping.

The harder she struggled, the tighter I held her. She was bucking against me in a desperate need to cum. I bit her lips and then her neck as she moaned and groaned. I stared in her eyes and saw the soft submission in hers.

I released her arms then and she let them stay where they lay. We kissed passionately until I raised up to unfasten her jeans. She wiggled out fo them while I unfastened my jeans and pulled them and my boxers down to my knees.

I moved back between her legs and my cock found her pussy. Her wet lips welcomed my cock head as I leaned forward and entered her. I was raised up on my hands above her as I started to stroke my cock in and out of her tight pussy.

Our eyes never left each others as we made love on the floor. 

Soon I felt my knees becoming sore as I fucked her harder and faster. It had been years since I had carpet burns, but I gladly suffered those small pains as I slammed my cock into her as deep and fast as I could. 

She writhed beneath me as we fucked like two animals, clawing at each other under lust's control.

When we had cum and lay together for a few minutes, she kissed my cheek. My right arm was underneath her neck. Her leg and arm were splayed across my chest and legs. It felt so good lying there with her in the silence. 

"Daddy."

"Yes sweetie?"

"I love you."

"I know you do and I love you."

"I know. I can feel it even when we aren't making love."

We lay quietly together, each thinking of our own love for the other.

"Daddy....wake up. It's almost four."

Apparently I had fallen asleep. 

She stood above me. Her hair was wet and she was wrapped in a towel after showering. I tried to get up, but my right arm was asleep and I was stiff from lying on the floor for too long. 

She took my hand and helped me up. For a moment, I felt old and out of time with her.

"Come on Daddy. We have to start preparing the salad."

That brought me back to life. I pulled my jeans back up and we went to the kitchen. She started gathering the other vegetables, while I took the cucumber from the crisper in the refrigerator. It was cold. 

"Hey kid. Come here and feel this."

I slid the cuke down under my jeans. It was cold. She looked at it and laughed.

"Wow Daddy, you finally have a big cock."

She felt it and licked her lips for effect.

"Smartie panties."

I removed the cuke and placed it in the sink and started running hot water over it to warm it slightly. 

"Don't do that Daddy. It will ruin it."

"But it is cold from being in the refrigerator. It will freeze your little pussy and then I would have to blow on it and kiss and lick it to thaw it out."

"And your point is?"

She laughed and turned the water temperature down a little. She squirted some anti-bacterial food wash on it and cleaned it, then dried it off with a dish cloth.

"Are you ready to help me?"

"A chef's work is never done. It's a tough job but someone has to do it."

She sat at the breakfast bar on one of the tall swivel chairs and turned away from the bar. I knelt down in front of her and began to kiss her pussy. She raised her legs and moved to the edge of the chair so I could have better access. 

I licked her pussy as I had many times before and soon she was wet and her lips were becoming swollen. Her deep fast breaths told me she could cum easily and quickly. I kept licked her pussy and made her cum and then cum again.

Her pussy flowed like a fountain. My face was soaked, but I kept on, making sure she was going higher and higher in her orgasmic ride and as she shuddered and closed her legs around my head, I reached for the cucumber and held it until she released her legs.

I moved a chair closer to her and placed her legs on it. She was spread wide open. I placed the cucumber against her gaping lips and drug it up and down a few times, letting her feel the size and shape.

She gasped.

"Daddy it is cold, but I think that will feel good in my hot pussy. You know, like when you put ice in my pussy and on my nipples. Let's try it."

She closed her eyes and let me tease her. After a few minutes, she was groaning again, needing the fucking she knew was soon to come.

"Are you ready sweetie?"

"Yes Daddy. Fuck me good."

I positioned the end of the cuke between her lips and pushed it inside. Her eyes shot open as she felt it sliding deeper and deeper. 

"My God, Daddy. How big is that thing?"

I pushed it deeper. I saw that there was still at least four inches outside of her. I wondered if she could take it all. My cock was a little over half as long as the cuke, although it was as big around. 

Her pussy was used to taking a cock that size, but besides the bowling pin I fucked her with once, she had never had anything as long.

I began to stroke the cuke in and out and soon she was ready to be fucked faster. As the pace increased and she became looser and more absorbed in her pleasure, I was able to get more of the length inside her. 

Soon, I watched her pussy suck the cuke in and out almost by itself. I simply held it to be sure it wasn't spat our by her hungry cunt as she worked on it.

She reached down and took the cuke in her hands and proceeded to ram it in and out violently. She was screaming as she fucked her cunt with green bumpy gourd. She thrashed and humped against her hand as she flailed it deeper and deeper. 

I stood there amazed to see my sweet baby girl working her cunt over with that edible dildo. She rocked against it for a few minutes more and then suddenly let out a long guttural moan and stopped still. The cuke was almost all the way inside her. 

She pulled her legs together to keep it there as she flowed through her orgasm. 

"Are you ok, sweetie?"

"Huh?"

"Are you alright?"

"I don't know. I feel tired and full."

"Well just sit there and relax a bit. We need to keep the cuke inside so your juices soak into it a little."

"OK."

I left her there and went into the kitchen and started to clean the other vegetables. I tore the lettuce up, halved the mushrooms and cut the tomatoes. I finished preparing the components of the salad and then went to her.

"Ok. Let me have the cucumber."

She parted her legs and I gripped the end of it and pulled it slowly out.

"Oh my God, Daddy. That is amazing. I feel like I can cum again. Go slower."

Her pussy had such a strong grip on the cuke that I had to pull to remove it. When the end slipped out, her pussy made a sucking sound. Her lips hung apart for awhile and I could see inside her vagina. It was pink and the wetness glistened.

She sat there and watched with a dazed expression on her face as I cut the cucumber into slices, which I lay flat on the cutting board. I put a slice into my mouth to see if I could taste that familiar musky flavor which I love so much.

"Ummmm baby. That is pussyilicious."

She smiled at me.

She was stiff then as she got off of the chair and joined me. She stood spread-legged as she mixed the vegetables and then tossed them together.

I put a slice in her mouth. She smiled wickedly at the taste.

"This is so bad, Daddy."

"Yeah, but we're so good at being bad."

She went to her room and dressed while I went downstairs to my office.

Her mom returned at 5:45 and Stephie arrived at 6:10.

The three ladies worked in the kitchen preparing dinner.

Dinner was ready by 7:20. 

We ate and drank wine.

"Jamie, the salad is wonderful. What kind of dressing did you use? Did you marinate the mushrooms and cucumbers? What with?"

"Oh Mom, it was just a special sauce Daddy helped me whip up."

Stephie saw the look Jamie gave me.

"Your Dad must be very helpful."

"Yeah, sometimes."

I squirmed uneasily as they laughed.

When dinner was over, we all pitched in and cleaned up. Then they went downstairs to the den to watch movies and talk girl talk. Jamie grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses and kissed me on the cheek.

My wife called her sister and settled into her chair for a long visit.

I went to my office and opend the cabinet that housed the monitors and cam and mic controls. I turned the cams and mics on and propped my feet up on the desk as I watched the girls throw pillows on the floor and get comfortable in front of the plasma tv.

Being alone, they were soon getting comfortable. Jamie closed the door from the stairs and she suggested that they lounge around in their panties and bras. Stephie was drunk enough to agree that was a good idea.

I watched without breathing as they both undressed. Stephie was about Jamie's height, but her breasts were fuller. Her ass was also bigger. She was more voluptuous and curvy. Jamie was more trim and athletic. They lay on their stomachs as they watched the movie begin. 

I had located the cams on opposite sides of the room, so I had good views of them from the front and back. Stephie's ass was round. I imagined how it would feel under my hands. I soon was rubbing my cock as I watched them.

Stephie was wearing a blue thong, so her buttocks were clearly visible. When she raised up to pour more wine I could see her big breasts which spilled out of her matching bra. When she lay back down, her legs were slightly apart and I could almost see her lips which I was certain were divided by the thong string.

By then, my cock was out and I was stroking it slowly, being careful not to get too excited. Having cum a short time ago, I wasn't sure how many more times I could cum and I wanted to be sure I could cum with Jamie later while perving Stephie as we planned.

I watched them for an hour and was in a constant state of excitement. The indicator showed I had another 2 hours of recording time left. 

Finally Stephanie lay her head down and after a few minutes, Jamie tried to rouse her. She couldn't, as Stephie was asleep or passed out. 

I was shocked to see Jamie crawl around Stephie and look at her ass more closely. Then she placed a finger between Stephanie's buttocks and reached down and slid it against her pussy. 

She watched Stephie to be sure she didn't move. I didn't know if it was a test to see if she was out enough to bring me in for our fun or if she was having some private fun of her own.

She pressed her finger between Stephie's buttocks again and this time I saw her rubbing slowly against her lips. It was unmistakable. 

She was rubbing Stephie's pussy. My cock was throbbing and almost out of control as I watched her playing with her friend's pussy. 

She leaned down and lightly kissed her ass and sucked her fingers, then she lay down flat and tried unsuccessfully to lick her pussy. She was able to lick her ass however and she licked and kissed her a few times.

Stephie rolled slightly and Jamie quickly moved away from her. She sat on her knees and watched Stephie as she rubbed her own pussy. I could see her fingers working her lips over as she fingered her cunt under her panties. 

I felt like I was going to explode. Mentally, I begged her to come get me so I could have the relief I desperately needed.

After she had cum, Jamie got up and I saw her start for my office. I quickly shut the recorders adn monitor off and closed the door of the cabinet. I had barely hidden them when she opened the door and came in.

"She is asleep, Daddy."

"How does she look?"

She gulped and looked away for a second.

"Daddy, she is hot."

"Good, baby. Let's go enjoy her then." 



Jamie Ch. 13



I woke to Jamie getting ready for work the next morning. I was still unsure if I would work or not since I was on a "call in and find out" status. I was starting to get a little worried about whether or not I still had a job and if I'd be able to make rent.

"Hey sexy," Jamie said, putting an earring in her ear as she came in from the master bathroom.

I smiled at her, all of my negative feelings disappearing at the site of her. Jamie was dressed in her classy business attire, ready to counsel troubled kids. She did pretty well for herself financially; she could probably afford the apartment on her own without even Jeff's help. 

"You alright?" she asked me.

I shrugged and looked at my work cell phone on the night stand.

"No work?" she asked.

"I have no idea. I need to call in and find out. I just have this bad feeling I won't have a job for much longer."

Jamie crossed the room and I sat up on the edge of the bed. She looked down at me with those gorgeous, loving brown eyes. "Jason, I love you. No matter what happens, we will be fine, okay? Just call in. If you work, great! If not, oh well!" she said and gave me her best smile. "I promise, I'll make you feel better if you don't work," she said with a wink and then went back to the bathroom to check herself out in the mirror before she left.

I grabbed my work phone and called the office.

"Hey, Jason, hold on," our receptionist said and transferred me to the production department I worked in.

"Jason!" Sasha, our dispatcher, said, answering. "How's it going, buddy? Good trip?"

"Yeah, man. Really good," I answered. "Do we have work?"

"No, but, uh, we need you to bring your stuff in," he said in a regretful tone.

I nodded sadly. "Gotcha. I'll be in in a little bit."

"Okay, buddy. Sorry, man," he said.

"Yeah," I said and hung up.

"That didn't sound good," Jamie said.

"I think I'm losing my job," I told her.

Jamie stood in front of me again and bent over to make her face level with mine; I could see down her white blouse, which was what I think she was going for.

"I've got an idea to cheer you up, okay? Just, be prepared for anything when you get home," she said with another wink and then kissed me deeply.

"I think your plan is already working," I said when we broke the kiss.

She laughed. "That wasn't even part of it, but I'm glad you're already feeling better," she said and then gathered her purse and headed for the door. "I love you," she said, stopping at the bedroom door.

"I love you, too," I said back and then she left quickly, her wavy hair whipping around her face as she did.

I groaned as I rubbed my face, unhappy about what I was about to face at work. It wasn't really a job I wanted to have the rest of my life, but it would have helped provide for me and Jamie as a married couple; especially if we decided to have kids one day. Although, one blessing with losing this job was that I could find a job with more free time. Currently I was on a rotation that went on call every four weeks with going on backup the following week. It made it hard to make any plans for half of a month. It paid decently, but hopefully this will force me to find something that paid about the same but allowed me to have more time to spend with Jamie. 

I hopped in the shower and got ready quickly so I could get shit over with. I was curious as to what Jamie had set up for me to cheer me up today. The possibilities had me grinning already.

When I arrived at the shop, I found my partner cleaning out the van we worked out of and the other drivers were doing the same. I took the shirts, cell phone and various other tools they'd given me to do my job into the office and collected the few personal items I'd left in the van. Once I was signed off as having returned everything, my boss (an old friend of my parents) handed me my final paycheck and suggested I apply at another flood/fire restoration company the others were already applying to.

"I think I'd like to look into another field. As great as this job could be, I don't think it's for me," I told him.

"I understand. If you need a reference, please feel free to put me down," he said and shook my hand.

"Thanks," I said and then turned to leave. 

Ermin, the driver I worked with, was removing the last of his personal tools from the van, so I went to say goodbye to him.

"Jason!" he said in his strong Croatian accent.

"Ermin, it was great working with you. You taught me a lot."

"You were a great partner," he said. "Take care of yourself. I'll see you around," he said and shook my hand before we parted ways.

I got in my car and called Jamie through the sync system my car offered.

"Hey," she said cheerily. "So, what happened?" she asked.

"I was right. But, it wasn't just me. The whole company is closing their doors."

"Oh wow! What happened?" she asked.

"Well, we just weren't getting any more work. Triple A stopped giving us jobs and the owner who was kinda over our department never looked into other insurance companies. So, they're finishing up what jobs are left to complete and closing up shop. All that's left right now is the repairs department," I explained.

"Well, at least it's something out of your control," she consoled.

"Yeah, still sucks though," I said sadly.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. Hey, I gotta go, a client just arrived. Your first surprise is waiting for you when you get home, okay?"

"You're not gonna tell me what it is?" I pried.

She laughed. "No, but you'll like it, I'm sure," she told me seductively. "Gotta go, baby. I love you!"

"Love you, too!" I said and then she hung up.

I made my way home, stopping at a grocery store to deposit my last check into my account at the ATM. When I walked through the door of the apartment, I was definitely in for a surprise. Tracy was reclined on her side, propping her head up with one bent arm while the other rested lazily over her naked hip. Did I mention she was completely naked?

"Surprise!" she said sexily. My cock twitched, but I did my best to keep him under control. I would not cheat on Jamie.

"Tracy, um, what's going on?" I asked her dumbly.

"I'm Jamie's first surprise for you," she said. 

"You...what?" I stammered, completely confused.

She looked at me amused. "Jamie texted me while you were gone and told me to make you feel better after losing your job."

"What if I hadn't lost my job?" I tested her.

"Then she wanted me to be here to celebrate with you just in case it was good news," she replied.

I pulled out my phone and texted Jamie real quick, asking, "Why is Tracy naked on our couch?"

A few seconds she replied with, "Surprise!"

"What'd she say?" Tracy asked.

"Well, I asked why you were naked on our couch and she just said, 'Surprise!'," I told her dumbfounded.

"Told ya!" she said and stood up. With each slow and deliberate step she took towards me, her beautiful tits jiggled playfully, seducing me into fondling and suckling on them. My mouth literally began salivating for the large mounds on her chest.

With a twinkle in her eyes, she grabbed them, one in each hand and hefted them up and down enticingly. "Like what you see?" she asked, squeezing them together.

I nodded dumbly and let her complete the distance between us. She let go of her tits and let them bounce back down to her body as she reached up and ran her fingers through my hair with her left hand. She grabbed the back of my head and gently pulled me into a kiss. I let go of my resolve and allowed her to press her lips against mine. She parted my lips with her tongue and I accepted it hungrily, mashing our mouths together while letting my own tongue loose to wrestle with hers. 

Tracy began pulling at my shirt, and I lifted my arms so she could get it up over my head. Our mouths parted just long enough for her to toss the clothing aside. As she forced her lips back on mine, she reached down and grabbed my hardening cock through my shorts. My knees immediately felt weak at her touch, but I quickly regained control of myself. Without breaking our kiss, she unbuckled my belt, quickly followed the button at my waistline. I heard the unmistakable sound of the zipper next and then my shorts were pulled down by gravity. 

The eighteen year old sex goddess broke our kiss as she pulled the elastic band of my boxer-briefs to fondle my engorged member. The feel of her smooth hands on my cock sent a jolt through my body like an electrical current; it forced me to press my mouth tighter against hers. She matched the intensity for a moment and then pulled her mouth off of mine with a grin. I smiled back at her as she lowered herself to her knees, took hold of my cock at the base and then wrapped her lips around the crown, flicking the tip with her tongue. My head fell back in ecstasy as she slowly worked the rest of my member into her pretty mouth. She grabbed onto the backs of my legs and I grabbed onto the back of her head, forcing her farther down my cock. She took it like a pro; it was as if she had no gag reflex. 

Tracy pushed back against my hands and I let her release my cock for air. Her lips smacked as my prick popped out of her mouth and she gasped for breath, saliva dripped down her chin while some clung between her lips and my cock like a tightrope. She jerked me off while she caught her breath and then quickly put me back in her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth in quick rhythm. I placed one hand on the back of her head again, encouraging her to go deeper, but not forcing her. My hips began to buck on their own accord. 

Pulling off of my cock again, she spit on it to lube it up more and then rose up so her beautiful tits were even with my cock. I grinned down at her, nodding as she squeezed them together over my rod. The smooth skin of her perfect tits jerking my cock off felt amazing as I got to fuck those titties again. As much as I was madly in love with Jamie, she didn't have the tits Tracy has and I had missed fucking them like this. Tracy kept her tongue out to lick the tip of my cock each time it popped up between the tops of her breasts. I suddenly felt an unexpected orgasm build in my cock and I involuntarily picked up the pace. 

"Cum on my tits, baby," she encouraged. "We have all afternoon to fuck. Come on, baby, come for me. Come on my tits!" she repeated her encouragements as my orgasm came to a conclusion, exploding in her face. She backed away quickly and I jerked my cock to empty the rest of my cum on her tits. When I finished, my legs began to give out, so I sat on the couch to catch my breath.

I watched as Tracy spread my jizz over her tits like it was lotion. I shook my head, amazed that Jamie would set this up for me. I really couldn't wait to marry that girl. 

"I think I need a shower now," she said with a wink and then walked towards my master bedroom where she planned to shower in the connecting bathroom. "Are you going to join me?" she asked seductively from behind the couch, whispering in my ear.

"Fuck yeah," I said and got up, hopping over the couch to chase her into the bathroom.

She let out a scream as she ran from my playful advances. I caught her in the bathroom where I spun her around, planting my mouth on hers. Her sticky breasts smashed into my chest, but I didn't care since we were about to clean up in the shower anyway. Without breaking our kiss, I opened the shower door and stepped forward. Tracy followed, stepping backwards into the shower stall. She pulled the door shut as I turned the knob to start the water. The shock of cold water caused us both to react; her with a scream and me with a gasp which both resulted in laughter. One thing I loved about that shower was how quickly it warmed up; within seconds the water was almost too hot to stand, I had to turn down the heat.

I turned Tracy to face the water and began rubbing my cum off her breasts. She reached up for Jamie's body wash and squirted a glop into her hand. I took the bottle from her and replaced it while she lathered up her tits with the liquid soap that smelled like raspberries. The sight of her massaging the soap onto her big, firm tits mixed with the scent of the soap was intoxicating; I nearly lost my mind. My softening cock began to stiffen once again as her ass pressed into me when she arched her back. 

"You are so damn sexy," I told her and then began kissing her neck. 

"You're not so bad yourself," she replied, reaching up and rubbing the back of my neck as I licked and sucked on hers.

I turned her around so she faced the tile wall and then reached for her pussy from behind. She let out a moan as I entered two fingers in immediately. My thumb pressed into her ass and she began to squirm.

"Oh, shit, Jason. That feels so good," she praised and I began pumping my fingers in and out of her ass and pussy piston-like; I'd press into her ass as I pulled out of her pussy and vice-versa. Her knees began to shake so I supported her around the waist with my free arm.

"How does that feel, you dirty slut?" I asked, whispering roughly in her ear.

"So fucking good," she replied.

"So fucking good, what?"

She looked over her shoulder with a grin. She seemed to like me taking control like I was.

"So fucking good, Master," she repeated.

"That's right, bitch. You call me Master from now on,"

"Yes, Master," she responded.

"Very good," I said and increased the intensity of my finger fucking her; her moans turned immediately into screams that grew in volume as she neared her climax. Just before I sent her over the edge, though, I stopped, pulled her by the hips and spread her legs apart farther. I then grabbed the base of my cock and aimed it at her pussy, rubbing the tip along the lips.

"Just fucking stick it in me!" she demanded.

I slapped her ass as hard as I could. "What was that, bitch?!" I yelled at her.

"Sorry, Master. Please, stick that big hard cock in my pussy, Master," she corrected. 

"This cock here?" I asked, teasing her more with the tip. 

"Yes, Master. Please, shove that in me and fuck my ever loving brains out, Master," she begged. 

How could I refuse such a desperate request? Simple. I couldn't. I lined the tip up with her pussy, pushing just the head in and left it there until I heard her whimper for more. I then grabbed her hips again and pulled her down onto my cock forcefully.  

"FUCK!" she screamed. "Again, please, Master," she begged.

I slowly pulled out until only the head of my prick was still inside and then shoved it right back in, my pelvis slapping loudly against her ass cheeks. I repeated the motion, slowly building up speed and reducing the amount of cock I pulled out of her. We built up into a rhythm and our breathing became ragged. Due to the fact I'd just cum all over her chest a few minutes ago, I knew I'd be able to last a lot longer, but, still I slowed us down into a slower rhythm until we caught our breath. 

When I pulled out of her, she spun around with a hungry look in her eyes and then attacked me, locking her mouth on mine. I grabbed her ass and lifted her up off the floor. My cock found its way back into her cunt and she slammed herself down, impaling herself with my rod. 

"FFFUUUCK!" we both shouted together. I then slammed her into the wall of the shower which forced us both to let out a satisfied grunt.

Tracy wrapped her legs around my waist as I fucked her pussy good and hard. Her arms locked around my neck as tight as her legs did around my waist. I squeezed her ass as tight as I could with a cheek in each hand. I rocked my hips forward, slamming her back into the wall with each thrust.

"Don't...ever...stop...!" she cried with each slam into the wall, repeating those three words over and over again.

I felt my orgasm finally start to build, but I wasn't ready to cum yet. I wanted this to last just a bit longer. 

"Fuck my ass," she commanded, forgetting to call me Master again, but this time I didn't care. I was done with the dominance thing; all I cared about was fucking.

I set her down and she turned around again. I pressed the tip of my cock, slippery with her juices, against her ass-hole and I felt her relax her muscles. I pressed a little harder, the tightness of her ass threatening to make me cum already, but I willed myself to hold back. Her ass relaxed a little more and she pushed back against my cock. Inch by wonderful inch, my cock disappeared into her beautiful ass. Once I was buried deep inside her, we stayed that way for a minute.

"Holy shit, I feel so full," she said. "Is it all the way in?" she asked.

I nodded. "All but a half an inch," I told her.

She pressed her ass into me a little harder and my pelvis rested against her bubbly butt cheeks. Electricity coursed through my body starting at my cock.

"Fuck," she whispered and shuddered. "I just came," she said.

"Are you serious?" I laughed.

She chuckled as well. "Yeah, but there's more where that came from. Slowly start fucking me again," she requested quietly. Our mood had completely changed from the rough sex from a few short minutes ago. I pulled about halfway out of her ass and then slid back in all the way. Every time my pelvis connected with her ass, I felt that same surge of electricity course through my veins. 

We slowly began to build a rhythm until her ass became much easier to slide in and out of. I picked up the pace, loving every second of her tight ass muscles clenching my throbbing cock. I knew it wouldn't be much longer before I came. 

Tracy began fingering her pussy as I banged her in the ass. Soon I felt that familiar sensation of my orgasm building again, but this time I didn't want to hold back. I wanted to coat the insides of her shitter with my seed. She could tell I was nearing the edge, so she doubled her efforts on her pussy, rubbing her clit with a blur of her hand.

"Fuck me, baby, yeah. Fuck that ass. Fill me up, lover. Fill my eighteen year old ass with your cum. I want to feel it shoot up in me," she continued her rant of dirty talk as I slammed my cock into her ass, the slapping sound of flesh against flesh echoed off the walls of the bathroom. I felt the water begin to cool, so I turned the knob to increase the temperature. 

"Cum for me, Jason! Shoot your load in my ass!" she screamed and I doubled my efforts. My cock tingled with the need to cum and then four big thrusts later, the first jet of cum shot into her ass and she exploded into a piercing scream I wasn't expecting. Another stream of jizz blasted into her ass as I thrust again and then again. Soon, I was spent and could barely stand. I fell against her, both of us leaning against the cool tile of the shower wall. 

"That was so good, Master. Thank you for punishing my ass like that," she praised me. 

"Thank you for giving me your ass," I whispered into her ear.

As I began to soften inside of her ass, I pulled out and then leaned against the wall, letting Tracy have the showerhead to clean up again.

"You know, you have a pretty amazing fiancée to set this up," Tracy reminded me and I suddenly felt guilty for fucking Tracy. "Hey, don't do that!" she scolded, seeing the look on my face. "She planned this and told me to let you have your way with me to cheer you up. And if you think it's stopping here, just wait until Jamie gets home from work."

I perked up at this information. "Are we talking threesome fun or does she have a special evening planned for me and her?"

"I'm not sure, yet. She just said to take care of you until she gets home," she said with a wink. "So, rest up, I may attack you again later," she said seductively. I wasn't surprised that my cock hadn't twitched; he was a little spent after the events of the past hour or so. 

We finished cleaning up and then laid down in my bed together. We didn't bother with any clothing, because a couple hours later, we woke up from our nap, fucked and then went and got something to eat (we did get dressed for that, of course).



Jamie Ch. 14



I woke up to the feeling of someone standing over me as I slept that afternoon. My eyes blinked open and the blurred sight of Jamie came into view. I reached for my glasses and slid them onto my face and when I looked back at Jamie, I'd never seen an angrier expression before. My stomach twisted into knots as I tried to think of what I could have done to upset her. I'd fucked Tracy a few times that afternoon, but Jamie had given me permission.

"Hey, babe, what's up? You're home early," I said groggily. 

"What's up?" she hissed and then looked past me at the naked form of Tracy. 

I looked at her confused but didn't know what to say. 

"What the fuck happened here?" she demanded.

I looked at Tracy and then back up at Jamie. Tracy suddenly jerked awake and then backed into the corner in fear. 

"That's right, you bitch! You better cower!" Jamie screamed at her.

"Jamie, what's going on?" I asked.

"That's what I'd like to know!" she screamed at me. "Have you two been fucking all fucking day?"

"Baby, you set this up," I said as gently as I could. I didn't want to make things worse, but I couldn't let her accuse me of cheating when she was the one who told Tracy to cheer me up this way. 

"What are you talking about? I told you that that night with her was a one-time thing. It was just you and me from now on!" she was in tears now as she screamed at me. 

"Jamie, you texted me saying, 'Surprise' when I asked you why Tracy was naked on our couch," I told her. 

"I didn't get any texts from you all day!"

"Sweetie, look at your phone," I suggested.

"Why? I know I haven't gotten a text from you at all today. The last time we talked was when you found out you lost your job, and that was a phone call, not a text," she argued.

"Okay, and you told me you had a surprise for me when I got home," I reminded her.

"No, I said I would surprise you when I got home!"

It was possible I misheard her. "Okay, it's very possible I misheard you, and I'm very sorry, but I swear I got a text from you that said surprise," I said, sticking to my story, which was the truth. But, Jamie wasn't one to snap for no reason; she'd always been very sweet and extremely levelheaded for as long as I've known her.

"Just, look in your phone, please, baby, I beg you," I pleaded as I searched my room for my phone. I snatched up my shorts and pulled out my own phone and found her text from earlier. 

"I don't have a text from you and I never texted you," she said, her voice finally calmer than it was before, although she was fully in tears now. I got up, pulling my shorts on and showed her my phone. "I-I didn't send that," she said, her voice cracking as she spoke.

"Then who did?" I asked curiously. I looked back at Tracy and saw she was just as lost as we were.

"Jamie," she started.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Jamie screamed at her. "In fact, put your clothes on, grab your shit and get the fuck out of here!" 

Tracy moved quickly, gathering up her clothes and pulling them on as fast as she could. She went into Jeff's room to pack her things...

"Jeff," I said suddenly.

"Jeff?" Jamie questioned. "What about him?"

"I haven't seen him all day and today is his day off. He's usually playing Halo or Call of Duty or some shit like that," I said, starting to get angry.

"So?"

"He doesn't have a life, Jamie, and he's had the biggest crush on you since he met you," I elaborated slightly.

"Are you thinking he did this?" she asked as if it were completely ridiculous, and I had to admit, it was a farfetched idea, like something out of a poorly written sitcom. 

"I want to check something," I said and hit the touch screen where Jamie's name was at the top. It went to her contact info in my phone and showed me the number. It was a California area code, and Jamie still had her number from Tennessee. "Look," I showed her.

"That's not my number," she said quietly. "Call it," she demanded and I hit send immediately. 

"Hello?" Jeff's voice sounded on the other end. "Fuck," he said as soon as he realized it was me.

"You fucking son of a bitch," I said.

Jeff hung up immediately.

"Was it him?" Jamie asked and I nodded. 

"Are you serious? Why would he do this? Especially after we set him up with Tracy!" she said, her voice growing louder with each thought she voiced.

"Like I said, he has a big crush on you," I said and stormed out of the room and through the living room to the front door. When I opened it, I saw Jeff disappear around the corner, looking over his shoulder at the sound of the door opening. If I'd had shoes on, or if he hadn't had such a big head start, I would have chased him down. I turned back and saw Tracy carrying her bag out of Jeff's room, Jamie was right behind her. I knew she wasn't going to stop her, and I didn't blame her.

"Look, I'm really sorry this happened," Tracy said before Jamie could stop her. "I honestly thought you had set this up," she told Jamie. "If I'd have known it was Jeff, I never would have waited out here for Jason naked and done any of what we did today."

Jamie glared at her but didn't argue. She knew it was true, but she still couldn't get over the fact that Tracy had thrown herself at me, whether she thought she had permission to or not. 

"I believe you two, but what happened still happened," Jamie said, fidgeting with her engagement ring. I feared her pulling it off and giving it back to me, but she didn't in that moment; she left it where it was, which gave me hope that we could get past this. 

"I know I haven't known you guys very long, but I care about you and love you guys. You're the closest thing I've got to family right now. But, if I have to leave, I will. I don't want to come between you at all," she said and started to move towards the door.

I looked at Jamie with pleading eyes and she sighed. "Tracy, you have three days to find a new place to live. Jason, Jeff has three hours; just long enough for Tracy to pack his shit and throw it out on the lawn."

Tracy looked at me and then turned towards Jamie. "Are you sure? I don't want to make things worse."

"I really don't see how they can get any worse, Tracy. Although you were conned into it, you still fucked my fiancé. It will take me some time, but I will one day forgive you. As far as friendship goes, I don't know what's in the cards," Jamie said, speaking frankly. "Jason, get your ass in the bedroom, now," she demanded.

I gave Tracy one last look as I passed by her and then followed Jamie into our room. When I entered, she shut the door behind her. I'd never seen an angrier look on her face before. If she'd had a weapon, I'd probably be dead.

What she did next still surprises the shit out of me. When she turned away from the door, after locking it, she slowly unbuttoned her white blouse. I looked at her completely caught off guard and a little frightened. She untucked it from her black, knee-length skirt. Her bright red lips were pressed tightly together, forming an angry O shape. Her once loving brown eyes, burned angrily into mine. I wasn't sure whether or not I should be scared or turned on. Strangely, I was very much of both. 

"So, you think you can just fuck any girl you want?" she asked and I hastily shook my head side to side. 

"I would never do that to you, not intentionally or behind your back. I swear-"

"Shut your mouth. You will only speak when spoken to. Do you understand?" she asked me.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said in return.

"Very good," she said, closing the distance between us. I could smell her minty breath; she'd just finished a couple breath mints recently. Wintergreen was her favorite mint flavor.

Her blouse now fully unbuttoned, she let it fall to the floor. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the white, lacey bra that contained her wonderful tits I so longed to kiss, suck and massage. But, I knew not to do anything until I was commanded to. This was my punishment. I would have to make up for everything I did to Tracy that afternoon. 

"Did you make her scream?" she asked.

I hesitated and then nodded. "Yes, Ma'am," I answered honestly.

"Then, you will make me scream while she listens in the next room."

She was punishing us both at the same time. 

"Which reminds me," she said and then disappeared into the closet, returning with four of my ties. "Stay here," she commanded, pointing to the bed where I sat down to wait patiently.

A few seconds later I heard muffled voices coming from Jeff's room. I couldn't make out what was being said, but I could tell that Tracy started off with pleading for forgiveness, but Jamie didn't say much. Whatever happened, Tracy didn't argue and Jamie returned without the ties she'd taken from my closet.

"Now she won't be able to leave if the sounds she hears make her uncomfortable," Jamie said, glaring at me. She didn't shut the door before returning to the bed. "Where were we?" she asked. "Oh, yes, you were going to prove your love and loyalty to me by making me scream more than Tracy did this afternoon."

I nodded my understanding. I didn't know what she had in mind, but I wanted to prove myself to her whether this experience would be enjoyable for me or not.

"Who was in control between you two?" she asked.

"At first her, but I took control later," I answered.

Jamie nodded. "You will have no control this time. You will do exactly as I say when I say it. You will not cum until commanded; you will not fuck me until commanded; you will not make a sound unless commanded. Do you understand?"

I nodded and her glare became even sterner. "Yes, Ma'am," I said quickly.

"Very good," she said. "Now, your first task will be to kiss me to prove your love."

I nodded and began to stand but stopped myself since she hadn't commanded it.

A smile spread across her face. "You may stand now," she said and I obeyed. I stood and stared into her eyes; I could still see love behind the anger. She hadn't given up on me completely. I still had a chance to win her back. I reached up to run my fingers through her hair, but hesitated; she hadn't commanded me to touch her other than to kiss her. She nodded at me, knowing what I'd planned to do. I smiled my thanks to her and followed through with my original action. 

Her dark brown hair was so soft as my fingers passed through the thick locks. Her eyes closed at my touch and I knew I was already winning her heart back over to mine. She snapped them open again, willing herself to stay in control of the situation. But, she didn't realize that I wouldn't take command unless I knew for sure she was conceding it. 

Cupping her face with one hand, I reached up with the other and repeated the motion until her face was held in both my hands. I looked into her eyes again and saw her push away a desperate look and replace it with her angry one again. I wondered if she'd be able to keep up the wrathful act the entire time. I would do my best to continue acting in her command, though. Even though I'd been coerced into it, my actions were deserving of punishment from her. 

I gently pulled her face into mine and kissed her softly on the lips. With the second kiss, I parted her lips with my tongue and she welcomed the advance. Her tongue met mine, tentatively at first but she quickly gave in and pressed her tongue against mine. I felt her arms move, so, simultaneously, I dropped my hands to her waist and her arms wrapped around the back of my neck. She pulled me in for a tighter kiss, her tongue now wrestling passionately with mine, both of us breathing heavily through our noses, blowing hot air on each other's cheeks as our heads twisted back and forth. 

Jamie suddenly melted into my arms, unable to keep up the anger act anymore. I knew she didn't have it in her to continue, but I didn't feel like I'd won any battle over her. I slowly pulled my face away from hers and looked inquisitively at her face. Her eyes were closed and tears seeped through her lids. I cupped her face again and wiped away her tears with my thumbs.

"Jamie," I said softly.

Her eyes blinked open slowly. Once her eyes made contact with mine, she burst into a heavy sob, falling into my chest. I held her tight, wishing I could erase the afternoon that I had been tricked into having. Suddenly anger burned in my chest as I thought about the one behind it, but it was quickly replaced by hatred for myself for having slept with Tracy when I knew deep down that Jamie didn't want that anymore. It was supposed to remain a one-time thing with her, and I'd been tricked into fucking that girl again; only to fuck Jamie's heart in the end.

"I am so, so sorry, Jamie. I never should have slept with Tracy this afternoon, even if you had been the one to text me. I was an idiot; I don't deserve you. I would totally understand if you ended things with me," I told her.

"Don't think that the thought hasn't crossed my mind since I came home," she said, but she didn't sound angry. "But, your kiss proved all I needed to know. Just please tell me you didn't kiss Tracy that way."

"Jamie, I have never kissed anyone that way before. Not even my ex-wife," I promised her.

I grabbed her blouse and slipped it over her shoulders and then sat her down on the bed.

"Maybe I should untie Tracy," she suggested. 

I chuckled. "Yeah, that might be a good idea. It wasn't her fault either. Jeff fucked with both of us," I said. 

"What are we going to do about him?" Jamie asked, some of that anger returning.

"I'll deal with him, don't worry about that," I vowed. "I just wish this afternoon had never happened."

"You and me both. I'm pretty sure Tracy agrees, too," Jamie said, looking at the door.

"I do!" we heard her call from the other room.

"You left both doors open?" I asked, laughing at the same time.

"I'm evil, aren't I?" Jamie asked, standing up. 

"No, you were just angry and rightfully so," I defended her against herself. "I have to admit, the way you were taking control like that was a bit of a turn-on," I told her.

"Oh really?" she asked, looking over her shoulder flirtatiously.

I felt my cock twitch at the look she gave. She disappeared into the short hallway to untie Tracy and I sat against the headboard of the bed, trying to figure out how Jeff did this and how the hell I hadn't noticed that it was the wrong Jamie that had texted me back. I fished out my phone again and pulled up the conversation between me and Jamie. I'd sent the text to her phone, but it wasn't in her phone anymore. It'd gotten erased. I looked at the list of texting conversations on my phone and saw two conversations with Jamie. I pulled up the other one and the message of "Surprise!" followed an old conversation I'd had with Jeff. How stupid was I? I obviously wasn't thinking clearly since there was a hot eighteen year old girl completely naked on my couch. In fact, when I went to the list of conversations on my phone, the message of "Surprise!" was still in green text, rather than the gray text that told me the message had been read. 

Jamie walked back in and Tracy walked by. I heard the front door open and close as Jamie walked back into our room. 

"Where's Tracy going?" I asked.

"To get something to eat," she said. "She'll be waiting until we text her to come back," she said seductively, which almost made me forget about what I'd just discovered.

"What is it?" she asked, noticing the conflicted look on my face.

"I think I figured out how Jeff did it," I told her.

"Really?" she asked curiously, crawling over my legs to sit next to me on the bed. Her blouse was still wide open, exposing her bra-clad breasts.

"Yeah. He must have followed you to work because look," I said, showing her where I'd texted her about Tracy. "I must have texted you when you were in with a client."

"Our secretary had stepped out for a few minutes right then," Jamie said, confirming that it was possible Jeff wouldn't have been stopped by anyone.

"He deleted the message from your phone and replied to it from his own. I never opened it until now. When I get a new message, it pops up at the top of my phone. Since I was distracted by Tracy being completely naked on the couch, I didn't open it fully. That was my fuck up. If I'd opened the message I would have seen that it was following an old texting conversation I'd had with Jeff months ago," I explained.

"I think you're giving Jeff way too much credit for this," Jamie said, shaking her head.

I shook mine as well. "No, he's crazy about you. And if I was in his place, I would have tried to think of a plan to get you to break up with me, too. I just am too much of a pussy to follow through with it. Jeff's not," I argued.

"So, then how did he get to your phone to change his contact info to say that it was me texting instead of him?" she asked.

"He must have snuck in here while we were sleeping. It's the only way," I said.

Jamie shook her head in disbelief. "This just seems to unreal. Like it was one of those teen movies or Law and Order or something."

"Law and Order?" I questioned with a chuckle.

"What? People do some weird things on that show," she defended her comment.

I laughed again. "True."

Her head fell on my shoulder and I rested mine on hers, setting my phone down on the nightstand.

"I'm really sorry, Jamie. I never wanted to hurt you," I told her.

"I know," she said, lightly dragging her nails over my torso. The feeling made my cock tingle, longing to make love to Jamie again. "You know, I sent Tracy away for a reason, right?"

"Right, Tracy's gone now. I guess you're done punishing us, then?" I asked.

Jamie looked up at me and nodded. "After that kiss, I couldn't go through with it anymore. But," she said, sitting up to face me, "I won't complain if you still make me scream more than you made Tracy scream."

"My pleasure," I said and put my glasses next to my phone. When I returned, Jamie's face was planted on mine, kissing me desperately. I rolled over on top of her, pinning her to the bed. Her legs would have spread more if her skirt hadn't been so long.

"Fuck this," I said, pulling away from her lips and rising up on my knees. I reached and tugged at the top of her skirt, but it was so tight, I couldn't move it.

She grinned and then rolled over, pulling her leg towards her to do so. I saw the small zipper at the top of her waistline and pulled it down slowly so I didn't break it. From there I was able to remove her long, black skirt to reveal the white thong she wore that matched her bra perfectly. Before she could roll back onto her back, though, I dove in and began kissing her ass cheeks, pulling aside the thin fabric to reach her anus. Surprisingly, I enjoyed the taste of her ass on my tongue as I began to give her a rim job for the first time. She squirmed at the sensation, bucking her ass into my face. 

"Oh, god that feels good," she whined as I dug my tongue deeper into her ass.

I squeezed her ass cheeks as I ate her out. I pulled out of her ass and then licked her now sopping pussy from behind. I felt her cunt tighten around my tongue as I probed inside with it. I began to interval between her pussy and ass with my tongue until I knew I had her good and worked up. 

"Get on your back," she commanded, taking control once again.

I did as she asked and then she turned herself around and put us in a 69 position, planting her pussy on my face as she began to suck my cock. She was hungry for it, too. She'd never blown me so eagerly before, grunting and moaning as she quickly bobbed her head up and down on my poll. I played with her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks while fingering her hole at times, all while tonguing her wet pussy. 

Her hand wrapped around my cock and began jerking me as she came up for air. I could hear her moans grow shorter and louder, quickly on their way to becoming screams of pleasure. I kept up my simultaneous attack on her pussy and ass. It wasn't long before she announced her first climax in a whimper. Her pussy clenched around my tongue as her entire body went rigid; even her grasp on my cock tightened almost to the point of causing me pain. When her orgasm finally released her from its grip, she collapsed onto her elbows, barely able to hold herself up. 




Jamie Ch. 14



"Roll over onto your back, baby," I encouraged and she did with a little help from me. 

I then changed my position and crawled until I was hovering over her, my raging hard on aimed for its home within her pussy. I looked into her eyes, waiting for her next instruction. She smiled that smile I love so much and nodded, allowing me access to her love hole. Smiling in return, I took a hold of my cock and guided it into her pussy, slowly, inch by inch until I buried deep inside her, all the way to the hilt. She reached up with what strength she had left and pulled me down by the shoulders so I was laying completely on top of her. 

My mouth met hers and we locked in an unmoving embrace with my hard cock inside her. We kissed slowly and passionately, hugging each other as tight as we could, wishing we could be closer than physics could allow. We weren't married yet, but we were beginning to understand the physical aspect of becoming one as the pastor would describe. In that moment we were one flesh, one spirit, one heart. 

I reluctantly pulled my mouth from hers only to replace it to her neck to lick and suck just below her jawline. She gasped in heavy and ragged breaths as I stimulated her from the neck, still not moving my throbbing cock in her pussy. Her fingernails dug into my flesh, threatening to break the barrier keeping the blood in my body. I needed to explore using her neck in foreplay in the future; it seemed to really drive her crazy!

"Make love to me," she whispered in my ear as I nibbled on hers. 

I lifted my hips a few inches and then pushed back into her, starting with small movements to build our momentum with. I still planned to make her scream, but I wanted to build up to that, so I kept it slow and steady for a few minutes while she regained her own strength and energy. It came back sooner than I expected as I noticed her begin to buck her hips in succession with my thrusts, meeting me halfway with each one in perfect rhythm. We slowly began to increase the pace and I began to pull out further with each thrust. 

Lifting my head I saw the hunger return in her eyes and it made us both smile greedily. She tried to twist her body, so I responded by grabbing onto her right thigh, wrapping her leg around my waist as I shoved myself deep into her pussy and then rolled us over so she was on top. She pulled her leg free from my back and then pushed herself into a sitting position with my cock still swallowed up in her vagina. She leaned back slightly like she was riding a mechanical bull and I reached up and massaged her perfect tits as she began to ride my cock. This was still my favorite position because I got to see her entire body from the front, especially the point in which our bodies were connected. I loved seeing my rod disappear into her tight pussy as she rode me like a cowgirl. I moved my hands down to her waist, resting them just above the curve of her hips, pulling her back down onto my hard cock after she pushed herself up. 

Her breasts were now free to bounce with her movements; it was hard to look at anything else when they were so free to move like that. My hands roamed up and down her body, exploring every nook and cranny they could reach in this position. As they began to grow greedy, wishing to squeeze her bubbly ass, I sat up, pulling her body into mine and taking a nipple into my mouth. My hands explored her back, spending most of their time on her round ass. Jamie then wrapped her legs around my waist, still bouncing slightly on my cock as much as the position allowed. I turned so my legs fell off the side of the bed opposite from where we'd started and then stood up when my feet felt the carpet. 

She let out a loud gasp as her weight impaled herself on my cock, forcing it deeper inside of her than it had been before. I lifted her up by the ass and dropped her back on my cock.

"Oh, fuck yeah, that's good. Keep doing that, baby," she demanded and I complied happily until my arms couldn't lift her anymore due to fatigue. When they did grow tired, I pinned her against the wall, her legs still wrapped around me tightly. I pulled out and thrust into her roughly, increasing the volume and quantity of her moans which had become yelps. When my legs grew tired, I turned back towards the bed and then set her down. 

"Turn around," I commanded quietly and she obeyed. "Put your hands on the bed," I went on and she did as she was told. I then dropped down to my knees and spread her legs out to eat her pussy out a little before fucking her again. 

She hadn't been expecting that and almost lost her balance as one of her legs gave out at the touch of my tongue to her pussy. I held her up, though, so she couldn't fall, wrapping my arms around her waist and holding her ass open for better access to her pussy. After a couple minutes I stood up, grabbed my cock and shoved it roughly back into her pussy.

"FUCK!" she screamed once as I slammed into her. 

I pulled most of the way out of her and slammed back into her again, eliciting another screaming obscenity from her mouth. Each thrust was followed by another exclamation of one swear word or another, growing in volume each time, until she couldn't scream intelligible words anymore. By that time, I was fucking her so hard and so fast that sweat was dripping down my face. I noticed sweat was building up on her back and ass as well. While I had her in this position, I decided to spank her even though I was the one who was supposed to be being punished. But I remembered how much she'd enjoyed being spanked in the hotel on the trip home a few days ago.

"Slap that ass!" she screamed, finally finding real words to scream at me. 

I did as I was told and slapped her ass every few strokes of my cock into her cunt, switching between cheeks as I did. Soon her ass had bright red impressions of my hands on her cheeks. I rubbed them to cool the pain of the spanking I'd given her. 

As I pulled out of her one time, my cock missed her pussy and hit her ass instead. She yelped as the head entered.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, baby," I apologized pulling out of her.

"Put it back in!" she whimpered. 

"Are you sure?"

"Fuck my ass!" she half-screamed-half-begged. 

"Yes, Ma'am," I said as I pressed my cock back into her ass, slowly sliding in one tight half-inch at a time until I bottomed out in her poop shoot. 

"God that feels amazing," she gasped, her arms collapsing until she was holding herself up by her elbows. "Fuck me good and hard, baby," she commanded and I was all too eager to comply.

I pulled out of her halfway and then slid back home again, my balls lightly slapping her pussy. I continued to fuck her ass, slowly building my momentum more and more as I did, my balls audibly slapping against her cunt with each thrust. The tightness of her ass was almost more than I could take and it caused my orgasm to build faster than I was ready to release.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned her. 

"Cum in my ass, baby. Fill me up with your cum!" she pleaded, giving me permission to finish when I wanted.

I willed myself to hold back as much as I could, but a couple minutes later it was completely out of my control and I was exploding into her beautiful ass, bending over her back and thrusting deeper into her with each shot of cum. When I was totally spent, we fell onto the bed together, my cock slipping out from the momentum of the fall. My sticky member was pinned between the two of us as we laid there trying to catch our breath.

"I guess I'm just not the screamer Tracy is," she joked.

"You may not scream as much, but when you do, it turns me on a lot more than she ever could," I told her.

She reached back and patted my face lightly. "That's sweet," she said and laughed.

"Let me know when you wanna get cleaned up; we can shower together," I suggested.

"When I wake up," she said and crawled up to her pillow. I followed and pulled her into my arms. 

I won't lie; I was expecting her to leave me when she came home and started yelling at me. I was one blessed man to have as forgiving of a woman as Jamie. The only thing left to do was deal with Jeff. What exactly would I do with him?



Jamie Ch. 15



"Jeff? Hi, yeah, it's Jamie...No, I'm not okay," she said, beginning to cry. "I mean, Jason fucked Tracy, how am I supposed to feel?...I'd like that, yeah...Okay, see you soon. Thanks, Jeff."

Jamie hung up her phone with a mischievous grin. "This is mean," she said. "I like it."

I laughed and then kissed her. "So, what are we going to do once he gets here?" I asked her.

"Well," she said in a devilish tone, her grin spreading into a full smile. "When he walks in, Tracy will be waiting behind the door to stop him from leaving once he sees me riding your cock in a full, reverse cowgirl position. I want him to see everything. He thinks he can break us up? He's going to find that it'll take a lot more than tricking you into cheating on me."

"So, what are we going to do after that? I mean, making him watch us fuck is one thing, but it doesn't feel like enough," I said. 

"What you do with him after that is up to you. I just want to show him that he failed."

I nodded and looked into her eyes with concern. She'd said she'd forgiven me and Tracy, well, at least I was forgiven. Tracy she was still pissed at, but didn't hold anything against her since it wasn't her fault. Tracy had found an ad on Craigslist looking for a roommate and was going to be checking the place out tomorrow. It wasn't in the best part of town, so Jamie told me I should go with her and if she happened to be off work early enough, she'd join us. Jamie wasn't heartless; she didn't want Tracy to end up in a worse situation than she was at the moment. I knew that if worst came to worst, she'd let Tracy stay with us a little longer until she could find a good place she could afford. Heck, she'd even set her up with a part time job working for her father at his printing company. 

As far as Jeff was concerned, all I wanted to do was beat the shit out of him and throw him out of the apartment. Jamie and I didn't need him to pay for the place. I had a few jobs I was going to be applying to tomorrow as well and knew with our combined income, Jamie and I could easily afford the $1200/month rent. 

"What are you going to do to him?" Jamie asked curiously.

I looked across the room at Tracy who stared out the window, barely paying attention to me and Jamie.

"I think Tracy and I need to deal with him," I said, grabbing her attention.

She looked at me startled. 

"He fooled us equally," I told her. "We need to deal with him equally."

She nodded and then looked out the window again. In her hand she held a small black Taser she'd gotten from her father when she was in high school. She'd already been quite a looker then and her father didn't trust any boys around her, so he wanted her to have that in case saying no wasn't enough to stop them. I knew she planned to use it to keep Jeff from leaving the apartment once he saw me and Jamie going at it.

"What do you say we get things started?" Jamie asked seductively. 

I tore my eyes away from Tracy and smiled at my future bride. She got off the couch and got on her knees in front of me, spreading my knees apart as she ran her hands up my inner thighs, reaching for my crotch. Her big, brown, seductive eyes bore into mine. It was hard to believe she'd truly forgiven me for what I'd done, whether I was manipulated or not, but here she was between my legs, encouraging the erection growing in my pants.

"Someone's getting ready to play," she teased, now stroking my hardening cock through my shorts. She reached up and loosened my belt. I unfastened the button for her while she pulled down the zipper, then, reaching inside my boxer briefs, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft. My head fell back against the couch cushion at her touch as she slowly began jerking me off from inside my underwear. 

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs and pushed them down along with my tan cargo shorts and then Jamie pulled them down the rest of the way. My cock sprang free from its confines, looking Jamie straight in the face.

"Want me to suck it?" she asked in the sexiest voice I'd ever heard. It was as if a porn star had replaced my perfect angel. I nodded in response and she did that, but licked up the shaft a couple times first before wrapping her lips around the head. My eyes closed involuntarily at the first contact but snapped back open as I felt her mouth slowly slide down the length of my stiff cock. When I felt the back of her throat, I feared I'd cum right then and there, but I did my best to hold back; we still had to pay Jeff back for what he'd done.

After a couple minutes of Jamie giving me an amazing blowjob, Tracy announced that Jeff was walking up the path. Jamie quickly stripped her tiny white shorts and black tank top off. Then she turned her back to me and backed up with her back arched so her ass was sticking right in my face. I grabbed a cheek in each hand and pulled her into my face to eat her out from behind. Once her juices got flowing, she lightly slapped me in the face so I pulled back. She then lowered herself onto my engorged cock, swallowing it up with her wet pussy. 

Supporting herself on my knees, she began to rise up and down, riding my cock like a pro. The view of her round ass slapping into my pelvis drove me insane; it took everything within me to not blow my load into her before she wanted me to.

Suddenly the door opened and shut and the room fell silent as Jamie leaned back against me, slowly gyrating her hips with my cock buried deep inside her.

"What the...?" Jeff said in utter confusion. "I thought..."

"What, Jeff? You thought you could have me if Jason and I broke up?" she asked tauntingly. 

I saw him nod.

"Well, guess again, asshole," she said and then leaned back into me, bouncing up and down on my cock. I could feel my orgasm building already, and from her labored breathing, I could tell Jamie's was too. "Oh yeah," she said in a pleasing voice I finally recognized as her own. "That feels good, baby," she said but I knew she was looking right into Jeff's eyes as she said it. I could see his anger growing by the second. He turned to leave but Tracy stopped him with the Taser. He dropped to the floor after a full, three second shock from Tracy. 

Tracy didn't bother asking what to do next. She went to my room and grabbed the ties Jamie had used to tie her up earlier. When she returned, she tied his hands behind his back and then bound his ankles. After that, she gagged him with another, tying it off behind his head. When she was done binding him up, she retreated to her new, temporary room, leaving Jamie and I alone in the living room. 

Jamie pulled off of me and directed me to lie down. She then climbed back on top of me to finish up in cowgirl. I reached up and squeezed her full tits, her eyes closed and her head fell back as she rode my pole, gripping my hands tighter to her breasts. We continued like this for another minute as our orgasms rebuilt. Her pussy clenched around my cock as her orgasm finally released. The pressure from her pussy sent me over the edge and I exploded inside of her, intensifying her orgasm by double. Her forehead scrunched up and her mouth opened in a perfect "O" shape. I sat up and pulled her mouth into mine, kissing her deeply as I finished releasing my cum into her womb. 

"Fuck that was good," she whispered as we came down.

"Yeah it was," I agreed. 

Her eyes opened and locked onto mine. "I love you," she said.

"I love you, too," I returned the sentiment. The look in her eyes was the same look she'd given me the past week and a half, telling me things would be just fine between us. Every relationship has a turning point that either made or broke the commitment; this was ours and we'd passed. 

Once our breathing calmed back down, we pulled our clothes on and called Tracy out to join us in the living room. Jamie knelt down over Jeff's head, smirking at him.

"You know, your plan was clever. I really thought Jason had cheated on me and he really believed it was me who'd given him the go-ahead," she said. "But, the truth came out, and probably a lot sooner than you expected, didn't it?"

Jeff nodded, unable to look her in the eye. 

"Look, I'm done with my punishment. Seeing me and Jason fuck in front of you and confess our love was all I wanted you to see. Nothing, I repeat, nothing will separate us. You proved that to me today," she told him. "As far as Jason's concerned," she shrugged. "I don't think it'll be pretty," she said and then stood up. "Jason, Tracy, he's all yours."

"Ladies first," I said, gesturing for Tracy to step up and begin.

"Stand him up," she said dryly. She'd been pretty quiet all day until this point. I understood why and I was almost afraid for Jeff for what she might do to him. 

Jamie and I each grabbed a shoulder and an arm and then pulled Jeff up to his feet so he was now looking Tracy in the face. He pleaded with his eyes for mercy, but the look on Tracy's face told me that wasn't going to happen. 

"You son of a bitch," she said; it was the first I'd seen tears in her eyes all day. This wasn't what I was expecting from her. "Who the fuck do you think you are to toy with someone's heart like that? And I'm not just talking about mine. I care about Jason and Jamie an awful lot; they took me in when I had no one. They showed me, not just a good time, but love and compassion when we met in Albuquerque. They are the best people I know and you dare try and break them up because of some stupid little crush you've got?" she slapped him hard across the face; red fingermarks began to form on his cheek. 

I ventured a look at Jamie and she looked somewhere between shock and tears as she stared at Tracy. It was the first she'd allowed Tracy to speak freely since everything happened yesterday. I knew if she'd just allow Tracy to speak, she would have a change of heart. 

Tracy walked away, slamming my bedroom door. Jeff's stuff was still in there; Jamie had changed her mind about making Tracy throw it out on the lawn outside and came up with this plan instead. It was proving to be more effective than we'd thought.

I walked around to face Jeff. I almost felt bad for him after the guilt trip Tracy had just laid on him, but he deserved it after what he'd done. I nodded at Jamie and she took the ties off of his wrists and ankles; he pulled the last tie out of his mouth once his hands were free. He looked angry for the ambush but realized he was trapped, so a little fear sunk in as well.

"I'm actually impressed," I told him. "What you did took a lot of guts and was pretty smart, except for the fact that you couldn't get to my phone to delete any evidence. That's where your plan was fucked. Now, a big part of me really wants to beat the living shit out of you," I said and saw a flash of fear in his eyes. "But, I think what I'm going to do instead is give you a few hours to pack your shit and get out of here."

"You can't kick me out, I've been paying rent. You have no grounds to kick me out," he protested.

"Except for the fact that I no longer feel safe with you in the apartment because of what you've done. You remember our landlord and the shit she went through with her ex-husband?" I asked him.

He closed his eyes in defeat. "Yeah, well, she knows what happened here and is ready to kick you out herself if you don't go peacefully."

Jeff sighed. "I guess I don't have a choice then, do I?"

I shook my head. "You really don't," I said, slapping his shoulder. "You've got till this evening to be out. Call anyone you have to for help."

Jeff turned towards his old room but I had one more question for him.

"Jeff," I said, stopping him. "Why'd you do it?"

He shrugged. "Wouldn't you have done anything you could to be with Jamie?" he asked.

"Anything but ruin the relationship she was in already."

Jeff looked away for a second and then back at me. "I guess you're just a better person than me," he said and then entered his room to pack his stuff.

"I'm shocked," Jamie said.

"What about?" I asked her, pulling her into a hug.

"Why you didn't beat him up," she answered.

I shrugged. "I think he's learned his lesson. I really doubt he'll try something like that with us again. It won't work anyway, because, from now on, I'm getting a voice confirmation from you about everything," I laughed.

Jamie smiled at me and then kissed me deeply. She was showing me true affection as if everything that had happened was forgotten. I was grateful and accepted the kiss, returning it as passionately as she gave. We heard the door to our room open and then the other one close, which grabbed our attention; Tracy had shut herself in Jeff's room alone. I looked back down at Jamie and she mirrored my confusion in her own face. 

I hurried to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. 

"Tracy, open the door," I said, trying the handle again in vain.

The muffled voices on the other side grew louder, but not any clearer. Then I heard a thud and then a cry. 

"Jeff, open the door!" I shouted.

"No!" he shouted back. I looked at Jamie and she had a look of terror on her face. I set my jaw and glared at the door. I had to get in there and stop Jeff from hurting Tracy. I knew she was a tough girl, but Jeff was much bigger than she was and could probably take me in a fair fight. But, when I was protecting someone I cared about, I like to think I'm pretty unstoppable.

"What are you going to do?" Jamie asked.

"Well, we'll have to buy a new door and repair the doorframe before we move out of this place if that tells you anything," I answered.

"Don't...don't kill him, please," Jamie pleaded.

I rushed forward and threw my shoulder into the door. I heard it crack a little, so I knew I was weakening its hold. I took a couple steps back and then threw myself into the door again. The door jamb began to crack. One more time should do it. I took three steps back and rushed the door. When I collided with the white, wooden door, I fell through the doorway, shoving the door aside. 

I'll never forget what I saw when I fell into that room. Tracy's shorts were around her knees and her shirt had been torn from her body, discarded on the floor where I stood. Jeff had her pinned to the bed on her stomach with her arms behind her back and his cock halfway up her ass. All I saw was red when I rushed for him. I grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him into the wall. Before he could recover, I pinned him there, throwing my fist into his stomach repeatedly. When he began to gasp for air, I reached back and let loose on his face. By the time Jamie was pulling me off of him, his face was a mess of blood and bruises. Tracy had pulled on her shorts and was retreating into mine and Jamie's room again.

"Get the fuck out of here, Jeff. You can pick your shit up when we're not here," I told him. "If I ever see you again..." I said and then took a deep breath to try and calm my shaking arms. "If I ever see you again, I won't stop."

Jamie pulled me out of the room and into ours. Tracy was pulling on a fresh tank top and then sat on the edge of our bed, crying.

"Are you okay?" I heard Jamie ask her, kneeling down on the floor in front of her.

Tracy shook her head. "I was so stupid. I thought I had more to say, but before I knew what was happening, he had me on the bed," she said through her sobs. Hearing her describe what had happened made me want to return and complete the job of thoroughly beating the shit out of Jeff. How could a guy I'd been friends with for so many years suddenly become the person he was now? I'd never have thought he would be capable of raping someone. I guess it goes to show, you never truly know someone until you've lived with them long enough. 

I watched as Jamie comforted Tracy, wondering what kind of crazy things I would learn about her after living with her for a few years. I prayed it wouldn't be anything as bad as what Jeff had just done to Tracy. I highly doubted it, especially since we'd been friends for fifteen years, regardless of whether or not we've lived together in any of that time. Jamie wasn't capable of true evil like that; she was too good. Too perfect.



Jamie Ch. 16



Jamie screamed wildly as I bounced her on my cock from a standing position. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, adding and releasing pressure each time she lifted herself up and dropped back down on my rock hard member. I held her by her ass, helping her rise up and down on my cock. I grunted with each thrust I made as she crashed down on me. I warned her of my imminent explosion of an orgasm that'd been building the past few minutes, unable to hold it back any longer.

"Cum inside me, baby!" she begged in response. "Don't waste a drop!"

I dropped her onto the bed, my dick sliding out of her temporarily as I repositioned us. I pulled her to the edge, spreading her legs wide. Grabbing my throbbing rod, I guided it back into her pussy, took hold of her shapely thighs and went to town. Just a few more thrusts later and I blew my load into her womb, blast after blast after blast. When I was finally spent, I fell forward, barely able to support myself with my own arms. Jamie grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled my face to hers.

"Let go, love," she whispered and I lowered myself the rest of the way down on top of her as she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, kissing me deeply, my cock slowly softening inside of her. "You are amazing," she cooed, nuzzling her nose against my scruffy cheek. I'd been growing my beard out lately.

I laughed once. "You're the amazing one," I countered. "I've never cum as hard as I have with you the past couple of months."

"Not even with Tracy?" she asked. We hadn't fucked since that day Jeff had tricked us all, mind you, but the memory of fucking was still there.

"Not even close," I told her honestly.

"What about with your ex-wife?" she asked, knowing the answer already.

"You're joking, right?" I asked.

She giggled. "Yes."

"Good."

She sighed contentedly. "I love you, Jason."

I lifted my head and stared in her eyes. "I love you, too, Jamie," I replied and kissed her passionately. If we hadn't just had our third fuck of the day, I'm sure my cock would have risen again and we would have gone at it again right then. But, even my dick was too tired to go again.

"We should clean up before our parents get here," she said, breaking our kiss.

I nodded. "You're right. What time is it?" I asked and glanced at the clock beside our bed. They were going to be here in an hour to take us out to an early dinner and search for wedding venues. Jamie was pretty insistent about a beach wedding, though, so I knew she wouldn't like any place they took us to. I knew my mom had found a planner with connections to outdoor weddings. The planner was on our list that weekend to visit. The only problem was, an outdoor wedding was so unpredictable as far as weather goes. We'd be more concerned about that if it wasn't going to be summertime in Southern California, though. The only issue was going to be the wind that the beach brings. But, if it was truly what Jamie wanted, it was what I wanted. I didn't care about when and where so much as who I was going to be saying "I do" with. The trick was finding a beach that wouldn't be too crowded for the ceremony. 

"Just curious, babe," I started as I led us to the shower, hand-in-hand. "Do you prefer an evening or afternoon ceremony?"

"Evening. I think it would be beautiful with the sun setting just after the ceremony. Imagine the pictures!" she said dreamily.

I grinned; she looked so cute when she went off into the fantasy land in her head. 

"Why? What do you want?" she asked curiously.

"Oh, I totally agree that it would be better later. Especially if the guys and I will be in full tuxes, I'd rather not be sweating buckets," I chuckled.

"Good point. So, what, say about a six o'clock ceremony?" she offered. 

I thought about it. The date we'd decided on was Saturday, June 28th. The sun wouldn't be setting until close to eight o'clock, but being at the beach would be cooler than inland. It would start cooling off by about six for sure.

"I think that's a perfect time. By the time the ceremony is wrapping up and the reception starts, the sun should be about ready to set. And if the sunset happens to be perfect, the photographer can steal us away for a few minutes. I just don't want her dragging us away for too long. I want to party with our friends and family as much as possible," I told her. 

I turned the water to the shower on to get it warmed up. 

"I agree with you on that, but your cousin, Camille, should be easy to work with. She's a sweetheart," she said.

I nodded. "Yeah she is."

Camille and I had always been close. We were a few years apart, but when she hit her teen years, she looked up to me like a big brother, and I was more than happy to take on that role to look out for her. When I'd lived with her and her family in Colorado for those few months, we'd grown extremely close. I was almost shocked at the gorgeous woman she'd become the past few years. 

Jamie pulled me into the shower, soaking us under the water. We'd gotten a new showerhead that was much wider than the old one, it gave a wide enough of a spray that we both could be partially under the stream of water at the same time; that way neither of us was completely freezing, waiting our turn for the water. 

We washed each other slowly, taking our time and stealing deep kisses when we could. The past few weeks of being together had healed a lot of the pain of the drama we'd gone through because of Jeff. We realized we couldn't fully blame him for what happened, even though he orchestrated the whole thing, but I did admit that I shouldn't have fucked Tracy even if Jamie had actually given me permission. Not without her there to participate, anyway, according to her. She said it wasn't likely to ever happen again, but she followed that up with a "Never say never!" also. I wasn't hoping or trying to make it happen, but I'll confess that I wouldn't stop it from happening if it did.

That said, Tracy was still living with us, working as much as she could at a local restaurant walking-distance from the apartment and paying a portion of the rent. We didn't need her money, but Jamie wanted her to contribute as much as she could. We didn't give her a fixed amount for rent, but did work out that she should at least pay a percentage of what she earned. She was responsible for buying her own groceries and paying her own bills, like her cell phone payment, but Jamie was happy to accept whatever Tracy could actually afford for rent. It helped us save money for the wedding. 

Ted, Jamie's dad, had set a budget he could afford for the wedding and told us anything over that was up to us to pay for. I'd gotten a full time job working for Jamie's father at his printing company. It was steady work and had promise for great pay in the future, once I was fully able to do the job his son has been doing for a few years now. Jamie and I would be doing pretty well financially once that happened. I was confident my pay would start going up again pretty soon. I was glad to have a normal work schedule again; no more on-call weeks!

"Can I ask you something totally random?" Jamie asked as she lathered my back with soap. 

"You can ask me anything you want," I answered.

"What is a secret sexual fantasy you've never told anyone?" she asked.

"You mean aside from anything we've done?" I asked.

"You're sweet," she said. "But, yes, aside from me. Is there a secret crush you've harbored for any reason?"

There was, but I was too afraid to share it. Mostly because of the inappropriateness of who it was.

"There is, isn't there?" she asked with curious laughter, spinning me to face her. Her face went from amused to concern as she saw the worry in my eyes. "What is it?"

"I feel terrible about the who part of your question," I confessed.

Her concern grew deeper as she reached up and caressed my cheek. "I don't care who it is. Your secret won't leave my lips," she promised. 

"Even if it's someone that most of the world would judge me horribly for?"

She studied my eyes for a minute. "It's someone close to you, I can tell that much."

I nodded. "Have you ever had a secret crush on a cousin?" I asked.

Jamie let out a sigh of relief. "Of course! Who is it?" she asked excitedly. 

"You're not weirded out by this?" I asked.

"Not at all! I have a cousin on the east coast that is way hot. He's from my real dad's side of the family, we aren't close or anything, but I definitely have had a small crush on him since we were kids," she confessed, which totally eased my nerves. "Who is it?" she asked softly, encouraging me to tell her.

"Camille," I finally told her.

She looked away for a second as if she were trying to picture her, nodding as she did. "I can't say I blame you. She's gorgeous," she said, smiling up at me.

"I'm not a crazy sicko for finding her attractive?" I asked her.

"Not to me," she smiled again and kissed me. "Hell, if I had a chance with her, I'd take it. Even if it was just for one night," she said matter-of-factly. 

"What?" I asked, feeling like her statement had about given me whiplash. 

"What? She's hot!" she laughed.

I shook my head and took a seat on the small ledge in the corner of the shower that was just big enough to hold my ass.

"Jason? What's wrong?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I'm not sure. I guess I'm just in shock at how you took that. I've never told anybody about my crush on my little cousin before and then you go and say you'd fuck her. I wasn't sure what to think."

"It's not like things would actually happen, right?" she asked, kneeling down in front of me, rubbing her hands along my thighs soothingly.

"I really doubt it," I said. 

"So, what's the problem? We both shared something about your cousin. We both have small crushes on her. Granted, yours is probably much bigger than mine. I just think she's hot. You've been close to her for years," she said and then stood up to wash her hair.

"I guess that's true. It's not like anything could ever happen, right?"

"Right," she agreed, running the shampoo through her long, dark hair.

We finished our shower shortly after that conversation ended and got dressed in time for my mom and her parents to arrive. Ted treated us to a nice dinner at a very nice steakhouse, and then from there we checked out a couple churches and a wedding venue. Just as I predicted, Jamie wasn't thrilled about any of them. She did like one small church, but I could tell it was just to make her dad happy, but after we talked about the possibilities of each venue, my mom called up her wedding planner friend and she took us to a few beach locations.

Jamie fell in love with each one as we arrived. The sun was beginning to get low in the sky after the first two, so I knew this would be a selling point for Jamie. I didn't pay so much attention to where we were as to Jamie's reaction to the locations. Her eyes lit up at the first one, but her only issue was it was too close to the Huntington Pier, therefore making it too crowded to hold a private ceremony. The second one was a little more secluded but too close to a residential area, so there was a time limit on the noise level. 

The third and final location we checked out was in Laguna Beach. The coordinator informed us that the lifeguard department rented out this section of beach and the parking lot for special events every so often. It was a little more costly, but it was still within Ted's proposed budget. There were no residential homes for a couple miles in either direction, the waves were beautiful and the way the sun began to set into the horizon was breathtaking. Jamie took my hand and pulled me into her, resting her head on my chest. 

"It's perfect," she whispered just loud enough for me to hear her.

I nodded. "I agree, this is the place."

"So, what do you two think?" the coordinator asked.

We turned, both smiling widely. "We love it!" we said together.

I looked at Ted and he nodded. "It'll take most of the budget I'm giving you, you know."

"We'll come up with the rest," Jamie told him. "We've already started saving."

He nodded again. "Okay, then, let's book it," he said and turned to the coordinator. "Is June 28th available?"

She looked at her list of openings and nodded. "There is an early ceremony that ends at three, their reception is in another location. Were you wanting to do the same thing or hold the reception here?" she asked, turning back to me and Jamie.

"Here," Jamie said, looking up at me. 

"Definitely here. We want to take advantage of the scenery as much as possible. Our photographer will have a blast with this place," I said, confirming that this would indeed be where we got married in a couple months. 

My phone began to vibrate in my pocket and then my ringtone of a Shinedown song began to play. Jamie pulled away just enough to let me pull it out and answer it.

"Speaking of which, here she is now," I said and then answered the phone. "Hey, cousin!"

"Hey!" she said in her cheery voice. "How are you?"

"I'm great, we just found the location we are going to get married at," I told her.

"That's great! Where is it?"

"It's a public beach in Laguna that the lifeguard department rents out. It's perfect, Camille, you'll love it."

"I can't wait to see it! How about next weekend?" she asked.

My forehead scrunched up in confusion. "But the wedding isn't until June."

"I know, but I'm going to be out there visiting for a while," she said, trying to hide a hint of sadness, but she couldn't hide it from me. 

I squeezed Jamie's hand and then held up a finger to tell her I needed a minute to talk to Camille. She nodded, kissed me on the cheek and then walked away to talk to our parents and the coordinator. 

"What's wrong, Camille?" I asked. 

"What? Nothing's wrong," she lied.

"Camille, don't try and pretend something's not wrong. What is it?"

She sighed. "I never can hide anything from you," she said, her true feelings beginning to surface more. "Michael and I aren't doing great," she admitted. 

They'd just gotten married this past January. I thought they were a little young, but when Camille had her mind set on something, nothing ever stopped her. I liked the guy, though; he treated her well, seemed to really love her, and was a generally nice guy. I was having a hard time imagining what could have gone wrong.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said. "Lately he's just been wanting to hang out with his friends and play videogames more than spend time with me, even though he knows what we can do together is way more fun than a silly videogame," she said and I picked up on her subtle insinuation. 

I grinned, imagining in my head what that would be like. "I'm sorry, Camille. I'm sure he still loves you. He's young, though, and probably just needs some guy time."

"I totally get that and appreciate that he needs time to hang out with his friends. I do the same. But, it seems like it's all he wants to do lately. I don't get it. I mean, I'm pretty, right?" she asked.

"Camille, you're gorgeous. Next to Jamie, you're the most beautiful girl I know."

I could sense her smile. "You're so sweet. Too bad you're my cousin, I would have married you," she said and then suddenly realized what she said. "I'm sorry, that's weird, huh?"

I grinned. "It's not weird at all. Look, if you need to get away for a while, then you're more than welcome to stay with me and Jamie. But, try and talk to Michael and work things out. I know you two love each other."

She sighed. "Thanks, Jason, I needed to hear that. I'll get back to you, okay? I may just need a couple days to get my head on straight."

I suspected she was hiding something else from me. I wasn't about to let her hang up without confessing whatever it was.

"Who is he?" I asked, taking a chance on my suspicion.

"What?" she asked, sounding scared.

"There's another guy flirting with you or something isn't there?" I asked, my protectiveness kicking in automatically.

"How...? How could you possibly know that?"

"Camille, did you not hear what I said about you a minute ago? You're gorgeous; guys have always hit on you. Don't you remember that guy literally chasing you down before you could drive away just to tell you he thought you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen and just had to meet you?"

"Yeah," she said, sounding embarrassed. 

"Shit, you dated a damn male model, Camille!" I said and she laughed.

"Fine, you caught me. He's one of our clients we do advertising for. He keeps asking me out to dinner even though he knows I'm married. I almost said yes the other day."

I nodded. "Okay, then you need to get away from him for a few days. I think coming down here would be a great idea. If Michael wants to come, too, he's more than welcome, but you need to not see this other guy for a few days."

She was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Okay. I'll come visit. I'll mention it to Michael and see what he wants to do and I'll get back to you tomorrow."

"Okay, good. I love you, cousin."

"I love you, too," she said. "And thank you."

"Always. Talk to you later."

"Bye!" she said and then hung up.

I returned to the others and Jamie looked at me curiously. I told her that Camille will be coming to visit soon, with or without her husband. She grinned at me in a funny way that was hard to explain.

"What?" I asked.

She reached her face up to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Maybe a certain fantasy can come true," she suggested and then winked at me as she pulled away. 

I shook my head. "Probably not though."

She just shrugged and then rejoined the conversation our parents were having. Ted was writing a check to secure the location on the beach. I looked around and tried to imagine how the wedding ceremony would be set up, the large tent with the dance floor where Jamie and I would be sharing our first dance as husband and wife, the huge number of guests we'd love to have there to celebrate the day with us. Looking back, I was amazed I didn't feel overwhelmed by everything. I mean, it all happened so fast, I should have had some sort of emotional or mental whiplash, but I didn't. It just felt right; like it was meant to be and it just took her and I fifteen years to make it happen. 

I looked back at my perfect bride-to-be and smiled at her. Her blue, flowery dress fluttered around her knees in the strong breeze, her freckle-covered porcelain skin shined in the setting sunlight with only the slightest hint of a tan, her dark hair blew like a flag as the wind picked up in small gusts. When she looked back at me again, her bright red lips spread into a perfect, closed-mouth smile. I smiled back at her, wishing I could see her eyes through her large framed sunglasses, but I loved the classy look she had with them on at the same time. How did I end up so lucky to be with her? How could I love anyone but her? I knew the answer to that second question; I couldn't.



Jamie Ch. 17



I circled the Orange County Airport until I got a call from Camille saying she was on the curb. Once I got the call, I looked for her. Ted let me have the second half of my shift off so I could pick her up, and Jamie was at work, so it would just be me and her. I was looking forward to spending time with my cousin, and, no, my confession of a fantasy about her had nothing to do with it. I loved my cousin, we were close, and we hardly got to see each other. 

Of course, that didn't stop my brain from having any sexual thoughts about her when I saw her waiting for me along the bright white curb. She stood out in a crowd, always dressed brightly and always classy. Today she wore a bright, white sundress with big blue floral print. Her dark brown hair, which she had dyed to nearly black right now, made her fair skin shine bright, like the gown of an angel. I had to squint when I looked at her. 

I pulled over to the open curb in front of her and greeted her on the sidewalk.

"Hi!" she said excitedly and hugged me tightly. The hug was a little longer than normal, so I knew she was still struggling with things emotionally. We did tend to hug each other longer than any of our other cousins, but this time it was different. The hug lingered until she pulled away, sucking in a deep breath. I could see the sadness she was trying to hide, but I wasn't going to push anything.

"Let's get you home," I said and picked up her large suitcase. "How long were you planning to stay?" I asked, pretending to strain at the weight of her luggage. 

"Oh, shut up. It's not that heavy," she laughed.

I winked at her and shoved the suitcase into the cargo area of my Ford Focus and then slammed the hatch door shut. We got in the car and I began the fight with traffic to get to the freeway.

"So, Michael decided not to come, huh?" I asked as I pulled onto the busy freeway.

"We agreed that a few days apart might help us sort things out individually and figure out what we want," she said.

I nodded. "Makes sense. You two aren't splitting up, are you?" I asked.

She shook her head. "We don't consider that an option at this point. We just need to figure out what it is we want in the relationship. Probably something we should have discussed more before getting married."

"Probably," I agreed. "But, you two are young, and I can definitely tell you love each other. This wasn't a whim for either of you, especially not you. You don't act on whims at all."

She shook her head again to agree with me. "You know me too well," she chuckled. "And you're right. I knew he was the one, and I didn't see the point in waiting forever to get married."

I nodded. "I remember our conversation before you two got married; it's what convinced me it was right."

She reached over and took my hand, squeezing it firmly to show her appreciation of my understanding and support. I squeezed back but didn't let go, she didn't either, which wasn't normal for us. Of course, this wasn't a normal situation either. She was struggling with things and needed to feel my support, so holding my hand was doing just that.

"You look amazing, by the way," I told her.

"Aw, thanks. You're sweet. You look good, too! Have you lost weight?" she asked.

"I have, actually. Thanks to Jamie."

"Is she making you eat better?" she asked.

I nodded. "That's part of it."

"Oh, so she's keeping you active."

"You could say that."

Camille rolled her eyes. "Oh God. Boys, all you think about is sex, isn't it?"

I looked at her offended. "I can't believe you'd think that about me! Sex isn't all I think about...I'm too busy having it," I said with a wink.

She laughed loudly. "You're terrible."

I shrugged. "You started it."

We arrived at my apartment thirty minutes later to find Tracy lounging on the couch, watching TV. She was barely dressed in a white tank top and purple cotton panties. She looked startled when we walked in.

"Shit!" she cried. "I forgot you were picking your cousin up today," she said, jumping up and running to her room.

Camille laughed. "Your guys's roommate?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. She must have the day off today."

"So, where am I sleeping?" she asked.

"I can take the couch, and you and Jamie can have the bed," I suggested.

"Are you insane?" she laughed. "I'll take the couch, I'm only here for a few days," she said. "That was sweet of you to give up your bed, though," she said and then kissed me on the cheek. 

I felt my face warm up, so I knew I was blushing, which embarrassed me more so I knew it grew even redder. Camille pretended not to notice and set her purse and carryon bag on the floor next to the couch. 

Sitting down on the plush couch, she said, "This will be perfect for while I'm here."

"Yeah?" I said, taking a seat next to her. 

"It's sooo comfortable. Really! I'm not being sarcastic!" she said at the skepticism on my face.

"Well, that's good to know. I'm glad you'll be comfortable."

"So, what do you want to do? Is Jamie still working?" she asked.

I looked at my phone. "Yeah, she's not off until six, so we have about four hours left to ourselves to hang out."

"Well, I'm starving, let's get lunch!" she offered and I accepted. I took her to the Red Robin at the mall across the street from the apartment complex. We caught up with our lives over the past few months since her wedding; I told her the whole story of the road trip Jamie and I took to bring her back home to California. She knew I was leaving things out when I would skip over the sex, but she demanded to hear more because skipping those parts left out meeting Tracy.

"You're holding back quite a bit," Camille pointed out.

I sighed. "It's not exactly easy talking about my sex life with my cousin."

"All you've left out was the sex?" she asked, flabbergasted.

I nodded. "It happened quite a bit on the trip," I chuckled.

"Well, you have to tell me some of it. You don't have to get into every detail. I mean, all you said was Tracy was your pizza delivery girl and then she ended up here. That makes no sense at all."

Shrugging, I said, "You asked for it. When Tracy delivered our pizza, my chin about dropped and then I saw that she and Jamie had locked eyes on each other. When we gave her her tip for the delivery, we told her she should come by after work if she was up to it. We were shocked when she actually showed up around like midnight that night, but we were pleased. I'd never been in a threesome before, and neither had Jamie, but it was definitely a lot of fun. 

"She ended up getting in trouble with her father, whom she still lived with, for keeping her out all night. He ended up kicking her out or she ran away, or something like that. But she ended up calling us and we offered her a place to stay, hoping she and Jeff would hit it off. Little did we know, he had a plot to try and break me and Jamie up, using Tracy to do it."

"How did he do that?"

"Well, he knew about our threesome. We'd told him the story in hopes to get him interested in her. They seemed to hit it off, which Jamie and I were thrilled about. But then he put his little plan into action, changing his contact information in my phone to say that it was Jamie. I somehow texted the wrong 'Jamie' in my phone, and he responded, pretending to be her. He did the same thing with Tracy's phone, telling her to cheer me up with sex because I was losing my job that day. When I got the text back from 'him', it said 'Surprise!' so, Tracy and I went at it."

"Wow," Camille said, wide-eyed. 

"Jamie came home and found me and Tracy asleep in bed together, still naked, and things kinda blew up. I convinced her to check her text messages while I showed her mine, so she believed me. It took a few days for things to get better, but getting revenge on Jeff helped on her part."

"You definitely have an interesting life, Jason," Camille said, sipping on her milkshake. 

"The past few weeks have been very interesting, indeed," I agreed.

"And now you're about to get married...again!"

"And you'll be able to be there this time!" I said excitedly. Camille and her family hadn't been able to afford the trip to Colorado for my first wedding to my bitch of an ex-wife, but California was a much easier trip for them. Well, at least for Camille and her husband. They both seemed to be doing alright financially and could afford the trip, even if the rest of my cousins and my aunt and uncle couldn't.

"Yes! I'm so excited to take your photos! We should check out the venue you were telling me about," she said. "That way I can start getting some ideas of what it will look like."

"That's a great idea. Maybe you, me and Jamie can all go tomorrow. We'll both be off of work since it'll be a Saturday."

"Sure! What do you want to do until Jamie gets home?" she asked.

I shrugged. "We can hang out and talk or watch a movie or something."

"It's been a while since we've just sat and watched a movie together," she said.

"Since I lived with you guys back in Colorado."

Her eyes widened like they always do; she's extremely expressive. She used to be in drama, doing plays and musicals from a young age through high school.

"That was so long ago," she said.

"So, maybe we should make up for lost time and watch a couple movies, then," I suggested.

She laughed. "Well, we probably only have time for one before Jamie gets home and then I'm sure she'll want to get dinner."

"True. Well, you'll be here a few days. When we're at a loss for ideas of what to do, we'll just pop a movie in."

"Perfect."

I paid the bill and we walked back to the apartment. We hadn't bothered driving since it was only a five minute walk between home and the restaurant. Camille set to picking out a movie, choosing a horror movie, like we used to watch with her father. Neither of us scared easily, so we found the movies fun to make fun of for the most part. Even though we were stuffed from our delicious burgers from Red Robin, it was too much of a tradition to eat popcorn during a movie that we had to make some.

Once the popcorn was popped and poured into a big bowl easy for us to share, we started the movie, sitting closely on the couch. Back when I lived with them for those few months, Camille would typically cuddle up with me on the giant couch with the rest of the family. Today was like old times. The air conditioner made the apartment pretty cold, which was a great contrast to the heat outside. But, I knew Camille got cold easily, so she cuddled in really close.

We didn't say much during the movie. I think the sudden cool air and the meal made her sleepy, not to mention the traveling she'd done that morning. I noticed her breathing heavily only a half hour into the movie, her head was resting comfortably on my chest and her arms were wrapped around me. I'd missed being close to her; I'd always treated her like a little sister, even when I'd realized how attractive I'd found her. I looked over her thin body. While I was popping the popcorn she had changed out of her sundress and had put on a plain gray T-shirt and black cotton shorts. 

My eyes began at her cute feet, pointing away from our bodies and followed her slightly tanned up to her tiny shorts where the bottom of her ass was showing. I felt a twitch in my cock, so I forced myself to watch the movie instead of looking at my cousin's beautiful body. After a few minutes, I found my eyes drifting back to those little black shorts. Then suddenly her forearm slipped down to my lap, draped right over my crotch. That didn't help my situation any at all. 

My erection grew despite my attempts to will it down again. Camille readjusted herself, laying her head on my thigh. Her left hand ended up over my crotch where her arm had been before. I was almost fully hard by this point but couldn't do much about it without waking her up. 

Camille sat up quickly, her eyes full of fear and embarrassment. "I'm so sorry," she apologized. 

"You're sorry? I'm sorry," I said, chuckling. 

She looked at my crotch and then back in my eyes again. "You can't control that, so you have nothing to be sorry for. I shouldn't have been so close to you like that."

"Look, it wasn't anything intentional on either of our parts," I said softly, gently taking her hand in mine. "We've been close for a long time, besides, nothing really happened."

"I guess you're right," she said, still looking a little embarrassed. 

"We can forg-" she interrupted me by kissing me on the lips. It didn't last more than a few seconds, but those seconds seemed to slow down and last an eternity. When she broke the kiss, she had a smile that turned to a look of fear. She jumped up and hurried to Tracy's bathroom before I could move to stop her. 

I sat staring at the movie that was still playing on the 47" flat screen directly across from the couch, unsure of what I should do. I could go talk to her, but it wasn't likely she wanted to talk to me. But, then again, she probably needed assurance from me that everything was fine. But, was it fine? We didn't have sex, but that kiss definitely said a lot. It told me that I wasn't the only one of the two of us with a crush on their cousin. Camille had a crush on me as much as I had on her. What were we supposed to do with that?

Jamie texted me just then asking how it was going with Camille.

"Are you spying on me?" I responded.

"What are you talking about?" she texted back.

"Something kinda happened a couple minutes ago..."

"What happened?"

"You know how I told you about my crush on her?"

"Yeah? Does she have one too? Lol." 

"Yeah...she does..." 

"What happened? You two didn't...?"

"No, she fell asleep watching a movie with me, her head ended up resting on my lap. It definitely caused a reaction, if you know what I mean, and she woke up, embarrassed by what she'd caused. We were talking about it and I assured her everything was fine and then she kissed me."

"She kissed you?" Jamie asked, but with the texting I couldn't tell if she was upset or angry, or what. 

"Yeah, I'm sorry. It just sort of happened."

"It's okay, I'm not mad or anything, just surprised. What happened after that?"

"She freaked out and is now in Tracy's bathroom," I told her.

"Go talk to her!" she commanded. "She needs to hear from you that everything is fine!"

"Okay," I sent back and then immediately got up and headed to Tracy's bathroom.

I knocked on the door and waited a few seconds for her response.

"Yeah?" I heard her say with a weepy voice.

"Can we talk?" I asked.

I waited a few seconds before she opened the door. Just as she did, I got another text from Jamie saying, "Do not sleep with your cousin!!"

"Don't worry, I won't," I sent back. 

"Was that Jamie?" Camille asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Did you tell her what happened?"

I nodded. "After the shit Jeff pulled, tricking me into cheating on her, I can't keep anything from her."

Camille looked nervous; I had to assure her that everything was fine and nothing would ever change between us.

"Look, Camille, everything is fine. You're not the only one with a secret crush here."

Finally, I saw a hopeful look in her eyes. "You mean?"

"I have had a crush on you for a long time. Pretty much since I lived with you guys. Obviously, you were very young then, but I've always thought you were beautiful beyond your years."

"Really?" she asked, finally smiling that smile I loved again. 

"Really, really," I said in my best Shrek impersonation, which made her giggle.

"So, I'm not a freak for finding you attractive?" 

I shook my head. "I think you're crazy but not because we're cousins."

She laughed and then gave me a sad look. "Don't put yourself down like that. You're very good-looking."

"Well, thanks," I said and we took turns looking at each other and then away for a minute. "Wanna go finish the movie?" I asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Yeah," she said and stood up off of the edge of the tub where she'd been sitting.

I offered her my hand and she took it, lacing our fingers together as we walked back out to the living room. I sat back on the far right cushion of the couch, reclining so she could cuddle back up with me again. We finished the movie and then started a lighthearted comedy until Jamie got home.

"Don't you two look cute?" Jamie teased, walking through the door.

We both just grinned at her.

"So, I'm assuming everything is okay?" she asked, kicking off her shoes.

"Yeah, we're fine," I said, squeezing Camille around the shoulders. 

"Good. So, what do you guys want to do? It's Friday night and it's been kind of a long day."

"Why don't we go out for drinks?" I suggested. "Maybe some karaoke?"

"I love it!" Jamie said. "Camille?"

"Sure! Let's go!" Camille agreed.

"I'm just going to take a shower and get dressed," Jamie said. "Want to join me?" she whispered in my ear.

"I'm right behind you," I answered and then watched her disappear into our room. 

"Wow," Camille said. "She's ready to go already, isn't she?" 

"Sucks to be me, huh?" I joked.

"Yeah, it must suck to have a hot girlfriend wanting you all the time," Camille said sarcastically. "I'm going to get cleaned up, too."

"Okay, go ahead and use Tracy's shower. I'm sure she won't mind."

"Should we invite her?" Camille asked.

I shook my head. "Unfortunately, she's only eighteen."

"Ah, okay. Too bad. She's been locked up in her room all day. I hope she's okay."

I hadn't thought about it, but she was right, Tracy had disappeared into her room as soon as I got home with Camille and we hadn't seen her since.

"I'll check on her," I said as I walked towards my room.

I knocked on Tracy's door. I heard her say come in, so I opened the door enough to poke my head in. She was laying on the bed we'd helped her get after Jeff finally removed all of his shit, still wearing just that tank top and purple panties.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked kindly.

"Yeah, I guess I was tired. I came in here to change and then passed out. What are you guys up to?" she asked.

"We're going out for drinks and karaoke," I told her.

"Sounds fun. Wish I could go," she said with a little disappointment.

"I'm sorry."

She shrugged, sitting up on the edge of her bed. "It's not your fault I'm only eighteen," she chuckled.

I grinned and opened the door a little more. "Are you sure everything is okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, really. Besides, I'm opening up at the restaurant in the morning, so, it's probably best I'm not going out."

"That's not what I'm talking about. I know you said you were tired and passed out in here all afternoon, but I have a hard time believing that since you only had a half-shift yesterday."

She shook her head. "I was just giving you and your cousin some time alone to catch up. You two seem close, so I was just giving you your space."

"You didn't have to do that, you know. This is your apartment, too."

"I know, but after the conversation you two had in my bathroom, I think I made the right decision, or else she probably would have been more embarrassed by whatever happened out there."

My face reddened. "You heard that, huh?"

She nodded. "These walls aren't exactly thick," she pointed out.

I chuckled. "True. I'm sorry you had to hear all that."

She shrugged. "Why? It's no big deal. You know, you better not keep Jamie waiting. She sounded pretty horny."

I smiled. "Yeah, you're right. Have a good night, okay? Text us if you need anything."

"Thanks, Dad," she teased, but she smiled gratefully at the same time.

I rolled my eyes at her jab and then went straight into my room and shut the door. As soon as I did, Jamie stepped around the corner from our bathroom fully nude. My cock shot up to attention faster than it had earlier with Camille, so I raced to remove my clothing as Jamie slowly walked back into the bathroom. Once I was naked, I chased after her, eliciting a playful scream as she hurried into the shower stall where the water was already creating plenty of steam. 




Jamie Ch. 17



I pulled the stall door shut behind me and then pulled her into my arms, her perfect tits smashing into my chest while her taught stomach sandwhiched my dick into mine. Her mouth pressed tightly into mine as she forced her tongue into my mouth. Mine met hers halfway and they wrestled with each other, passing back and forth between each other's mouth. I grabbed her ass with both hands and hoisted her up off her feet. My hard cock sprung out from between us and then lined up with her pussy. I slowly lowered her down until the tip of my cock made contact with the lips of her vagina. 

She let out a gasp and then said, "Camille made you pretty horny, didn't she?"

"She seems to have had the same effect on you," I pointed out.

"You're probably right," she agreed. "Now fuck me good and hard. I don't care if you think about her as you do."

I had no idea what had truly gotten into her, but I was enjoying the results. And despite whatever permission she gave me to fantasize about my cousin, when I had Jamie in my arms, the rest of the world disappeared. I lowered her down further on my cock, and once I had an inch or two in her, I let her fall the rest of the way, roughly impaling her with my rod. She let out another satisfied gasp.

"Oh, God, I've been needing this all day," she said as we paused with her fully filled up with my cock. She rose up a couple inches and then fell down hard on my cock again. Each time she did, she let out a gasp. I bucked my hips and bounced her, which elicited an excited moan. She smiled from ear to ear, her eyes fixed on mine. I began to repeat the motion, and she began to squeeze her thighs around my waist to lift her up as my hips bucked down, pulling my cock out of her, though not completely. Then she would release to fall down on my cock as I bucked my hips back up again. We quickly found a rhythm and all that could be heard was the pouring of the hot water out of the showerhead, the slaps of our skin as our genitals made contact and our gasps, moans and groans. 

My legs soon grew tired, so I set her down and turned her around. She arched her back to stick her ass out at me. I spread her legs apart more and then shoved my rod back into her waiting, dripping pussy. Taking hold of her hips, I pulled her back into me, fucking her roughly. She responded with louder gasps that grew into screams. Due to the obvious sexual tension between me and Camille that afternoon, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

"I think I'm gonna cum," I announced.

"Cum on my ass," she requested, which was new for her. 

I waited until I knew I couldn't hold it back anymore and then pulled out of her pussy. She stuck her ass out further as I took a step back to jerk myself off the rest of the way. As my orgasm was about to explode, a flash of my cousin's face popped in my mind's eye. I shot out blast after blast of cum on her ass and her lower back; my legs almost giving out on me as I lost control.

When I finally regained some strength, Jamie had turned around and was kissing me as I leaned against the frosty shower stall. 

"You thought of her, didn't you?" she asked with a big grin.

"Not until I came," I told her.

"Really? That was the only time?"

I nodded. "You're all I think about, especially when I'm fucking you."

"Until you came," she winked at me.

I shrugged. "That was beyond my control," I told her.

"Baby, I don't care about that. Honestly, I was thinking about both of you the whole time," she said and then kissed me before standing under the water.

"What's gotten into you?" I asked, grabbing her body wash off of the little rack under the showerhead. 

She looked at me devilishly. "I think your cousin has," she said quietly. "I told you I thought she was hot. I was jealous that you got to spend the afternoon with her without me."

"You aren't changing your rule about no threesomes are you?" I joked; I still thought it would be too weird to act out any fantasy with my cousin. I mean, she was my little cousin! It was wrong...wasn't it?

"There's always exceptions to every rule. Hell, if I was in the right mood, I probably wouldn't send Tracy away," she admitted.

I looked at her perplexed. "Something's changed in you."

She looked at me concerned. "I still love only you, I hope you know that."

I nodded. "I do, but after we first met Tracy, you were pretty adamant about that being the one and only time something like that would happen. Now you're talking about exceptions to rules. It's just confusing me, that's all."

She thought about that as she ran the soaped up loofah over her perfect body. "You're right, something in me has changed. After the whole thing with Jeff, I think it brought another side of me out. I hope it doesn't change how you feel about me. I still love you more than anyone," she said, emotion growing thick in her voice. 

I stepped up to her so we were both under the hot water together. She dropped the loofah and wrapped her arms around my neck as I wrapped mine around her waist. Lowering my head down to hers slightly, I kissed her passionately.

"Nothing could ever change my love for you. Even if you left me, I'd still love you, though I'd be crushed. This change has just confused me is all. I love everything about you, I can love this side of you too," I promised. 

"Well, I'd hope so," she said slightly sarcastically. "It benefits you as much as it benefits me," she teased.

I laughed. "Whatever it is, as long as we're in it together, I'm in."

She kissed me again, long and hard. I could feel my cock start to twitch, but I didn't want to keep Camille waiting because Jamie and I couldn't stop fucking. 

"Let's have a good time tonight. Whatever happens, happens," I said and Jamie agreed.



Jamie Ch. 18



I was dressed and ready to go before Jamie, but I had a feeling Camille would be waiting already since she didn't have a gorgeous woman distracting her with sex. When I walked out to the living room, I was stunned. Camille must have just walked out there because she was still putting an earring in her right ear. She wore a little black dress that hugged her body with the exception of the hem that flared out slightly mid-thigh. Her slight tan I thought I'd seen earlier was gone due to the contrast of her skin to the black dress, but that didn't bother me in the slightest. I loved how deliciously creamy her porcelain skin looked. 

"What?" she asked self-consciously, though she flashed a gorgeous, toothy smile. Her bright red lipstick accentuating her lush, kissable lips; her dark hair parted slightly to the side falling in waves that turned into perfect curls between the level of her shoulders and breasts.

"You look breathtaking," I said, looking over her perfect body again. The black dress, like I said, hung to every curve of her body. Her shapely legs that supported the perfect curve of her hips, to her tight, flat stomach, up to her perfect, round breasts, giving her a beautiful, hourglass figure. I never realized how similar she and Jamie looked at times; the only thing Camille didn't have that Jamie did was Jamie's slightly lazy right eye (which I loved by the way) and her freckles. Other than that, they almost could have been twins if they'd been closer in age. Camille did have thinner legs, but that was because she wasn't the dancer Jamie was. Both women were perfect specimens of sexual beauty.

"You're sweet," she said. She looked like she wanted to walk up and give me a hug, but I saw apprehension in her face after what had happened this afternoon. I decided to be the bold one and show her that nothing had changed, and if it had, it was for the better.

I walked up to her and hugged her tightly, kissing her on the cheek as I did.

"Camille, I love you and that will never change. Remember that, okay? No matter what happens between us, my love for you will never change."

She smiled and looked like she might cry, but I knew they would be happy tears if she did. "You are too sweet to me. And you wonder why you're my favorite cousin."

I shrugged. "I haven't wondered that for a while, sweetie."

I tucked her hair behind her ear and then kissed her softly on the lips. It was quick and innocent, but I felt electricity shoot through me. She didn't freak out this time either, which was a good sign. When I looked in her eyes, they reflected the energy I'd felt shoot through my body. We smiled at each other; I wondered where thing were going to lead that night.

"You guys ready to go?" Jamie asked, walking out of the bedroom, finally ready to go.

I turned and my jaw hit the floor. Jamie had bought a new outfit and somehow snuck it into the apartment without me noticing. I was probably too distracted by Camille to notice she was carrying any department store bags. None of that really mattered, though. I'd never seen Jamie dressed the way she was. She wore skin tight, black leather pants tucked into matching leather hooker boots that hugged her calves and a pink spaghetti strap top that both showed off her tight stomach and pushed up her full breasts. Her makeup was applied conservatively, leaving her looking very natural, but perfectly gorgeous; and she straightened her hair so it framed her face in a flawless blanket of chocolate brown. Every detail was perfect, down to the eyeliner that made her big brown eyes pop. How did I ever get so lucky to be with her? 

"Holy shit," I finally said; I don't think I'd blinked since she walked out of the bedroom.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked, checking herself to see if something was out of place.

"No, you just look amazing. I've never seen you dressed like that before," I told her.

She smiled brightly at me. "So, that was a good 'holy shit' then," she giggled.

I nodded enthusiastically. "Very good."

"So, where are we going?" Camille asked, regaining my attention. Only Jamie could have made me momentarily forget that my cousin was in the room.

I turned back towards her briefly and then looked at Jamie again. This was going to be a fun night.

"Are you guys up for a little bit of a drive? Traffic's going to suck, but I'm pretty sure it'll be worth it by the time we get there."

Jamie looked confused as did Camille. "Where are we going?" Jamie asked.

"There's a bar slash barbeque place in Temecula I know that does karaoke every night. I figured if we went down there, we could get a hotel room for the night and come back in the morning."

Jamie and Camille exchanged looks that I couldn't read at first, but then I realized what they must be thinking.

"I was only suggesting the hotel room for sleeping off the alcohol. I didn't have anything dirty or naughty planned," I lied.

"Liar," Jamie called me out.

"I...I...I..." I stammered.

"He is a bad liar," Camille added, lightly scratching my shoulder with her long, red-painted, fingernails.

"Yeah, he is," Jamie agreed, walking up to me, her hips swaying deliberately from side to side.

"Okay, maybe we should get going," I suggested. "The longer we wait, the worse traffic will get."

Jamie broke her seductive look with a genuine smile and laughed. "You're cute when you get scared," she said and then grabbed her small black purse off of the end table, allowing me to stare at her perfectly round ass as she checked its contents. "Ready?" she asked, turning back towards me.

"Yep! Let's go!" I said and led them out of the apartment, locking the door behind me. Poor Tracy was left alone for the night, but there wasn't anything we could do about her age; it's not like any of us knew how or where to get her a fake I.D.

Traffic was dreadful trying to get to I-15 to head south down to Temecula. But, Jamie and Camille kept the mood light with their conversation. I barely noticed we were stopped in traffic half of the time. Once we turned onto I-15South, the traffic was a little clearer and continued to clear up the further south we traveled. Another hour later and we were in Old Town Temecula, pulling into the packed parking lot of the BBQ restaurant. We were starving, so we decided to eat first before heading over to the bar area where karaoke would be starting in another hour. 

"This place seems fun," Camille said as we took a look around from the doorway.

"Yeah, great food too. My friend, Meagan, brought me here one time. Of course, that was mostly because of the servers," I said, nodding to the cowgirls walking around in either tight jeans or tiny denim cutoff shorts with tied off plaid shirts and cowboy hats. 

"That's why you brought us here, not for the food and karaoke!" Jamie teasingly accused.

I looked at her appalled at such a charge but then grinned and shrugged. "Maybe," was all I said.

Finally a hostess greeted us and took us to a table. We perused the menu, chatting as we decided what to eat. By a miracle we all knew what we wanted by the time our server arrived to take our drink orders. I guess when you're motivated by extreme hunger (I know, an exaggeration) then you don't waste time debating on what you want to eat. 

Jamie told us about her day as we sipped on our drinks that were brought out pretty quickly. Camille ordered a Shirley Temple, her typical drink since she doesn't drink alcohol, Jamie ordered a Long Island Ice-Tea and I had a Shock Top. The alcohol seemed to hit Jamie quickly, but that was mostly because she was on an empty stomach, which is why I took it so slowly with my beer.

The conversation died a little as our food came out and we all dove in to eat. We'd agreed to share their large sampler platter that was enough to feed four. I knew the girls would fill up quickly, so I had the task of eating more than my fair share to make up for what they wouldn't eat. I wasn't complaining.

The food was delicious; just like the first time I'd been there a year ago or so with Meagan. We didn't bother taking any leftovers since we weren't going to have anywhere to store the food until the next day, but once we were done, I paid for our meal and then we wandered over to where the karaoke was about to get started. We decided to relax and let our food settle before deciding on what we wanted to sing. 

Jamie retrieved a pen from her purse and began to write out some songs she'd like to sing. For as long as I've known her when she got into karaoke, she'd always made a list and then shared it with me to get my opinion. Tonight wasn't any different. She had a good list of songs; some modern, some older. She said she had a surprise song she hadn't written down, though. Needless to say, that made me very curious. 

"Are you going to sing?" Camille asked me.

"Yeah, but I don't make a list like Jamie does. I look at the book to see what they've got and see what song strikes me. Are you going to sing?" I asked her.

She shook her head. "Probably not," she said nervously.

"Why not? You have a great voice!"

She smiled bashfully. "I guess I'll think about it. I'm just not sure I'm in a singing mood."

I realized that she had a lot on her mind considering why she'd come to visit in the first place, not to mention all that had happened between us that day. I grabbed her hand and squeezed lovingly.

"No pressure," I said and then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thanks," she said and then looked at the binder on our table full of song titles the karaoke host had. "What do you think you'll want to start with?" she asked as she opened it up.

"I usually start with 'When I'm Gone' by Three Doors Down," I said, scooting my chair around to sit next to her. We sat shoulder-to-shoulder as we scanned the song titles together. 

"You like to stick with the rock songs, huh?" she asked, turning the page slowly.

"Yeah, especially after people have been singing a lot of country or pop stuff I don't like," I chuckled.

"So, are you going to put your name on the sign-up sheet yet?" Jamie asked.

"Put me down for 'When I'm Gone' by Three Doors Down," I said.

"Okay," she said and went to sign us up for early slots in the rotation. 

"What's going on here?" an angry voice demanded.

I looked up, recognizing the voice, to see Meagan standing there. Smiling, I got up and hugged her. She looked great in her typical black top and blue jeans, all that hugged her curvaceous body. Her straight blonde hair fell halfway down her back like it always did. And though she was dressed in her normal way, she still looked beautiful. She always looked beautiful.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Well, fine, I'll leave then," she said, turning to go. I grabbed her hand and stopped her, even though I knew she was just playing with me.

"Are you here with anybody? Or did someone go behind my back and invite you without me knowing?"

Jamie walked up behind me and poked me in the ribs. I jumped from being tickled which made the girls all laugh.

"Surprise," Jamie said. "I messaged her on Facebook on the way here and let her know we'd be hanging out down here."

"Nice!" I said happily. How lucky was I that I got to hang out with three beautiful girls tonight?

"I'm going to go put my name down to sing," Meagan said, but gave Camille a hug before she did.

"That was a nice surprise. I haven't seen Meagan in a while," I said, rubbing Jamie's arms before pulling her into a hug. 

"I thought it'd be fun to have a bigger group than just the three of us," Jamie said when I let go of her. "I think she mentioned some other friends possibly coming out too."

"Cool!"

"All right!" the karaoke host announced over the loud sound system. "It is time to start our karaoke night! I'll kick things off before attacking our list of volunteers that is already growing."

He started things off with an upbeat country song. A server from the bar walked up to our table and took drink orders from us. Camille got another Shirley Temple and I ordered a Jack and Coke. Jamie and Meagan each ordered a glass of wine and immediately began chatting animatedly with each other, leaving me and Camille to talk or watch the host perform his song.

Camille leaned into my shoulder and I put my arm around both of hers. I couldn't explain how comfortable it felt to hold her close like that. It felt as natural as holding Jamie close to me. For that night, I almost forgot she was my cousin.

Jamie had been sneaky and put my name ahead of hers, forcing me to be the first one on the list. I thought others had signed up before we'd even arrived, but my assumption was proven wrong when the guy called my name. I shot a look at Jamie and she burst out into a fit of giggles with Meagan. I got up and took the mic from the host and he started the song. I was nervous, but once I started singing, I was fine and it ended up being the best I'd ever performed that song.

I went back to my seat next to Camille, passing Jamie as she stepped up to the mic when I finished my song. She winked at me as we crossed paths and I pinched her ass as soon as it was available. She screamed in shock at first but then gave me a look that said she'd be seeking revenge on me later.

"You two are cute," Camille said. "You have a fun relationship. It's crazy to think you've only been together a few weeks. You seem like you've been together for years already."

"It's definitely a combination of the two," I agreed. "In some ways it feels like we've always been together just because of how long we've been friends and how well we know each other. But at the same time I feel like we just started dating yesterday."

Jamie sang a Carrie Underwood song while we talked. She was an entertainer for sure, interacting with the other patrons in the bar; she didn't even look at the screen with the lyrics scrolling by. It was almost like it was her own song she'd written. Near the end of the song, after working the rest of the room, she stopped in front of me to sing the last couple bars. She bent forward, her tits almost spilled out of her top. The patrons around us cheered for her performance, whistling and throwing catcalls at her as she over exaggerated her walk back to the stage (which was really just a squared off section of wood floor while the rest of the flooring in the area was a thin, rough, gray carpet that hid stains well), swaying her sweet ass back and forth for all to see.

She kissed me and then took her seat next to Meagan while the next singer took their turn. 

"I'm going to sign up for my next song," I told the ladies and went up to the karaoke host.

"What can I do for you, bro?" he asked.

"Put me down for 'Heaven' by Bryan Adams," I requested. I hadn't don't a Bryan Adams song in years, but I always loved his love songs. 

"You got it. Jason, right?" he asked.

"Yep!"

"Right on, listen for your name!" he said over the music and bad singing from the current performer. 

I sat down next to Camille and she slid her arm underneath mine, sliding her hand into mine, lacing our fingers together. I squeezed gently, assuring her I was there. I could tell she was feeling a little down by how clingy she was starting to get. I tried to look at her, but her face was hidden from me with her head resting on my shoulder. I didn't try to get her to talk; something told me she was feeling a little too emotional for that at that moment.

After a few more singers did their songs, the rotation started over and I sang my song. I started off singing it directly to Jamie but then moved to Camille and then back again. I wanted them both to know how much I loved them. Despite the playfulness Jamie had been displaying, her expression melted into one reflecting the love I was attempting to show her. Camille had a similar expression. They even exchanged glances, each with their own look of approval; my idea worked better than I thought it would. When I finished my song, Jamie stepped up to sing her next song choice, but she kissed me passionately in front of the entire bar, which erupted into more cheers and "aww's" than when I'd sang my song. When I sat down, Camille grabbed my face and pulled me into a kiss just as deep and passionate as Jamie's.

The bar fell silent for a moment until one guy in the back stood up and shouted, "Fuck yeah, bro!" and the rest of the bar cheered once again. The girls and I all broke into slightly embarrassed laughing; the rest of the night was pure fun from then on out. We drank more drinks, except for Camille due to some of her food allergies. She promised to be the DD for the night and take us to whatever hotel we planned to stay in for the night. Meagan held back as well, claiming she had to work in the morning. She didn't have more than a few glasses of wine through the night. 

We almost closed the bar, but before we left and Jamie paid the tab (which I argued but got shot down since I was still only making training pay with her dad), she told us she'd booked two rooms at the Pechanga Casino in Temecula. Meagan said she knew how to get there and led us there, Jamie got in her car with her, giving me and Camille some time alone. Camille drove my car since I still wasn't sober enough to drive yet. I wasn't drunk, but probably a little more buzzed than I felt was safe for driving.

Meagan and Jamie went into the hotel ahead of us while Camille looked for a parking spot. Jamie had packed a single bag with a change of clothes for each of the three of us. Camille carried the bag on one shoulder as I walked on her other side, holding her free hand. 

I was surprised they were done checking in by the time we walked into the lobby. Jamie handed Camille two key cards and gave another one to Meagan.

"I want to relax in the hot tub," she said, "so, let's go up and change. I put something in there for each of us to wear."

"I'm kinda tired, babe," I said still a little buzzed. I didn't think the hot water would be a good idea. "I think I just wanna crash for the night. Maybe tomorrow before we leave?"

She shrugged. "That's fine. Meagan, you wanna join me?"

"Sure!" she said cheerily.

"Camille?"

"Um," she said hesitantly, "I think I'd like to just hang out with Jason if that's okay. We'll join you both tomorrow," she promised.

"That's fine," Jamie said, hearing the sadness I picked up in Camille's voice as well. The situation with her husband was still weighing on her and she just wanted to spend time with me for comfort. I squeezed her hand reassuringly and she smiled at me in return.

We went up to the rooms, Jamie dug through the bag and found her clothes before kissing me and then heading into the first room with Meagan so they could change for the hot tub. Camille and I went on to the next room. She pulled out the key card and stuck it into the slot to unlock the door. It unlocked but she gave me a suspicious look. She handed me the card and pulled out the other one and tried it in the door; it worked as well. Jamie had given us each a card to the same room; had it been on purpose or had she gotten them mixed up before giving them to us.

"Seem a little suspicious to you?" Camille asked.

"A little, but who knows what she's thinking half the time," I joked, trying to lighten the tension that was beginning to grow between us again. We entered the room and found a single, king-sized bed in the spacious suite. I didn't realize just how well off Jamie was financially. I knew her job allowed her to do what she loved to do most, which was travel, but I just didn't realize how easily she was able to afford it until now. 

My phone buzzed with a call from Jamie. "Hello?" I answered.

"I thought you two would like some time alone tonight," she said soberly, as if she hadn't been drinking all night. "After seeing you two interacting today, I can tell it's more than just a crush between the two of you."




Jamie Ch. 18



"But, Jamie, I love you."

"I know you do. I'm not breaking up with you, silly. I'm allowing you to explore your heart and hopefully giving Camille the opportunity to do the same. I don't care about the stigmas society, or our religion, has about family relations. You two are beautiful together and deserve to explore a new side to your relationship," she explained as I stared at Camille wide-eyed. Could she hear what Jamie was saying? From the look on her face, I think she hear every word. 

She didn't seem scared or upset, she looked curious about my reaction to what Jamie was saying. I reached for her and she left the side of the bed where she'd been standing and accepted my hand in hers with a warm smile.

"Jamie, you know I love you more than anything, right?" I asked her.

She laughed. "You told me so already, baby. I'm doing this for you. Meagan and I will have a good time just us girls in the hot tub. Who knows? Maybe there can be something there with her as well."

"Who are you and what'd you do with my fiancée?" I laughed. 

"Shut up. I was just scared after our threesome with Tracy that you might like another girl more than me. After what happened with Jeff, and how much you begged for my forgiveness, I realized you're never going anywhere and holding onto you too tight will only change that. I think we need to be free and open to explore our sexuality together. The only reason I'm letting you explore thing with Camille alone is because she's your cousin and I don't want to come between you two. If it leads to sex with you two, I think your first time should be just the two of you. Maybe it can be all three of us later."

"Are you serious right now?" I asked just to be sure.

"Dead serious, Jason," she said.

"I don't know what to say," I told her.

"Then don't say anything and have a good night with Camille, no matter what happens between you two. Just remember I love you."

"I could never forget that," I promised.

"Good, now have fun. Meagan's already ready to go down to the pool," she said.

"Okay, baby, have fun. See you at breakfast?"

"I'll wake you two up in the morning," Jamie said and then hung up without saying goodbye.

I set my phone on the desk near the door to our room and then stared into Camille's eyes.

"She set this up, didn't she?" Camille asked.

I nodded. "She knows us both better than either of us thought."

Camille nodded this time and then pulled me to the bed and sat down on the edge. She looked down at the bedspread wordlessly for a full minute before I couldn't take the silence anymore.

"Camille," I said and she looked me in the eye. "I know we talked earlier about our crushes on each other we've had and talked about how much we love and care about each other, but I think we just barely touched the surface of that."

"I agree," she said softly. "I have had so many moments when I wished we weren't family and were just two friends who'd met randomly. I love my husband as much as you love Jamie, but I think I have held a piece of my heart back from him because it was holding onto you."

I smiled at her, trying to convey as much love as I knew I could hold in my heart. She was giving voice to the words I'd been thinking all day. Hell, ever since Jamie and I talked about her the other day.

"Camille, I feel the exact same way. I feel like I'm holding back from Jamie because of how much I love you."

I reached up and cupped her face in my hand, her deep brown eyes locked on my hazel ones and we just stared at each other for a small eternity. I leaned in closer to her and glanced at her full lips and then back in her eyes again. She smiled nervously; I could feel her warm breath on my mouth as I slowly moved in closer. Then she surprised me by closing the rest of the gap between us, grabbing my face in both of her hands as our lips mashed together in a long, hard kiss. All the tension that had been building between us seemed to vanish. All thoughts of apprehension because of our relationship, both as friends and as cousins, melted away as we let go and gave into our feelings.

Our mouths parted and our tongues met for the first time. She tasted like cherries from all the Shirley Temples she'd been drinking all night. We slowly explored each other's mouths as we continued to make out for the first time. Her hands left my face as her arms wrapped around the back of my neck and my hands dropped down to her narrow waist, gently pulling her body closer to mine. The bottom of her little black dress slid up higher as she pulled her left leg up and twisted her body so she was facing me straight on now. This allowed me to pull her body all the way into mine, which I did by grabbing her soft, round ass and lifting her up off the mattress and onto my lap.

We broke our kiss, finally, breathing heavily as we took a quick survey to where things had led. We locked eyes and smiled at each other. Camille ran her fingers through my hair, scratching my scalp with her long fingernails; it drove me wild. Jamie learned that I enjoyed when she would scratch my head like that, and now Camille discovered the same thing. 

"You like that, do you?" she asked playfully, continuing to scratch my head. I nodded, unable to answer with words. Without another word, though, she began to kiss and lick my neck. If I wasn't hard already, that would definitely do the trick, but I knew I was pretty much there and ready to go already anyway. She pulled away and looked me in the eye, grinning. "Somebody's happy," she said and then kissed me on the mouth before returning to my neck again. As she kissed and licked the crook of my neck, alternating from one side to the other, she ground her hips into mine, dry humping me. 

I had to take things to the next level, so I grabbed the bottom of her dress and bunched as much as I could into my fists and then pulled it up her body. When she realized what I was doing, she sat back and lifted her arms until the dress was off of her body and discarded to the floor. The bra and panties she'd worn was a lacy, black combo that stood out in contrast to her creamy, white skin. I decided to take my time, so I didn't dive in straight for her breasts; instead, I attacked her collarbone with my lips and tongue, which elicited a gasp followed by a moan from her lips. She pressed my face tighter into her body, grabbing onto my hair with tight fists. It was slightly painful, but not so much that I couldn't enjoy what I was doing.

I worked my way up her neck and back to her face again, where I sucked on her lower lip before sucking her tongue back into my mouth. I lightly dragged my fingertips over the smooth skin of her back as we returned to our make-out session. She quickly grew impatient with the fact that I still had more clothing on than she did, so she tore at the hem of my shirt wildly, forcing me to back away enough for her to pull my shirt up my torso. She smiled at the revelation of my naked upper body. 

"Jamie has definitely been giving you a workout," she laughed. "You look great," she said and then kissed me again, beginning to scratch my back like I'd doing to her.

I took a hold of the clasp of her bra, and unhooked it smoother than I ever had with Jamie; she'd been giving me plenty of practice I guessed. Camille giggled as she backed away to allow me to remove her bra the rest of the way, revealing her full, perky breasts. They were a solid C cup, but there was no sag in them yet as she still had a firm, twenty-two year old body. Her nipples were small and pink like pencil erasers, with quarter-sized areolas, just a lighter shade than her nipples. They were beautiful, perfect and mine for the night. I put both my hands on them, gently massaging them.

"Ooh," she moaned. "You can do that a little harder if you want," she told me.

I squeezed firmer and she bucked her hips into me.

"Sorry," she apologized.

"For what? I made that happen and I am in no way sorry," I winked at her.

I lowered my moth down to her ample breasts and began to flick her nipples with my tongue, taking turns, bouncing from left to right. Camille gasped each time I changed nipples, squeezing the free breast. 

"Oh God that feels good," she said in a half whisper.

I continued my assault on her tits but picked her up and laid her down on the bed as I did. When I let her go, she pulled at the bed spread and I realized it was probably a little itchy against her perfect, nude skin. I pulled it over the pillows until it reached her where she did a backwards crab-walk so she was on top of the soft, tan blanket with bright white sheets. I crawled up her body, starting between her, now, spread legs. I stopped at her head, bringing our lips together again. As we kissed, she reached for my belt and unbuckled it. Once she'd done that, I lifted myself up and pulled it out the rest of the way, tossing it to the floor. I rolled onto my back quickly to remove my shorts, but left my boxer-briefs on. We were both down to just our lower pieces of underwear now.

I crawled back up to her face, lowering my body on top of hers. My hard cock, still confined in my underwear was pressed between our bodies. Her pussy felt hot through the thin fabric of her black thong that just barely covered her vagina. We slowly grinded our hips together as we continued our heavy kissing. I began to kiss down her body, starting with her pointed chin, down her slightly chubby cheeks to her neck. From there I licked my way down her neck to her shoulders. I kissed her every inch until I found her breasts again. I didn't spend as much time on them as I had before, but I couldn't just pass them up either; they were just too perfect. 

After giving her tits some more attention, I kissed my way down her flat stomach. The nearer I got to her still covered treasure, the faster my heart began to beat. I felt like a virgin whose only experience was watching porn. But, I was a little more experienced than that, though. I'd eaten both Jamie and Tracy out more than once, so I was sure I'd know how to pleasure Camille as well. I know every girl is different, but I knew how to explore the pussy until I found what triggered pleasure for its owner.

I didn't remove her thong right away, I kissed her pussy through the fabric first, feeling the heat and smelling the moisture that was continually building up. I looked up at her and saw her watching me. Without taking my eyes off of hers, I hooked my fingers around her panties and pulled them down slowly to reveal her trimmed bush, then tossed them aside. Her pussy itself was clear of all hair, but she'd left a little bit of a triangular patch just above her pussy. What I saw was perfect; even more so than her breasts.

Kissing her inner-thighs, I made my way closer to her pussy, trying to put it off as long as possible, but the time came to take it further. I licked her pussy lips lightly at first, getting a feel for how she felt and tasted. The scent was musky, but there was a sweetness I wasn't expecting. She tasted amazing. I pressed my tongue in further and she let out a loud gasp and grabbed the back of my head. I pulled back to give myself some air and then dove back in again.

I licked in circles; I licked her up and down, side-to-side, searching for her clit. When I finally found it, I brought my right hand up and stuck a finger inside of her. Her hips bucked involuntarily at my touch, so I took that as a good sign and continued with eating her pussy(up and down seemed to get the best response out of her). Her breathing grew more and more ragged as an orgasm grew within her. She pressed my face tighter into her pussy, cutting off my air supply. I held my breath for as long as I could, but had to push away to breathe again every couple of minutes. I pumped my finger faster, adding a second one and that was what sent her over the edge. I looked up and saw her eyes clamp shut and her mouth open in a silent scream as she began to double over. She fell back onto the bed again, raising her hips up off the mattress and then she suddenly went limp, sucking in wind as she caught her breath.

"Come here, come here, come here," she kept repeating over and over, so I crawled up to her face, my mouth covered in her juices. She grabbed my face and pulled me in for a big kiss. Once she felt the wetness on my face, she actually began to lick me clean.

"How do you feel?" I asked her after she kissed me again.

"Oh my god, I have never climaxed like that before," she said quietly. "You were amazing."

I kissed her again and then lay down next to her as she regained her strength. But she didn't seem to need to. She looked down and saw how hard my cock was. Her reactions to my eating her out was all I'd needed to stay hard. She crawled down to my crotch, her ass facing me and then slowly licked my cock like a Popsicle, from base to tip, a few times before slowly sliding her mouth down, fully engulfing my length until I felt the back of her throat. She repeated this a few times and then began to pick up the pace. I rubbed her beautiful ass as she began to give me an amazing blowjob, deep-throating me every few seconds and holding it there until she needed air. 

Unfortunately, she was a little too talented, because my orgasm began to build quickly. She continued to blow me even after I warned her that I was about to cum. In fact, all she did was pick up the pace when I repeated my warning. My hips bucked a few times, making me fuck her face, but she didn't seem to care. My hand slid underneath her and found her wet pussy; she seemed to be gushing again. Was blowing me driving her to a second orgasm already? No wonder kissing seemed to affect her so much, she had an oral fixation. 

When I finally blew my load, she swallowed each blast as it left my cock, sucking me even harder. I released four full blasts of cum into her throat with a few smaller ones to follow. But even after I was done, the way she'd swallowed it all so quickly had kept me horny. She licked me clean, turning her body around so she was looking at me as she did. 

"Come here," I said to her, which seemed to be our thing to say to each other now. She crawled up to me, her breasts swaying back and forth with each deliberate movement she made. I pulled her into a kiss like she'd done to me a few minutes ago and then pulled away. "I love you. If this is as far as you want to go, I'll understand, but just know that your blowjob only made me hornier instead of draining me; that's never happened before."

She smiled at me and then kissed me again. I didn't even care that I could taste my cum on her mouth. When she pulled back I gazed into her eyes, trying to gauge her thoughts.

"I want you inside me," was all she said and I couldn't have been happier. She then straddled me, reaching back and grabbing my cock at the base as she aimed the tip at her cunt. She slowly slid down my length, taking me one glorious inch at a time. Her pussy felt hot and wet as I slid in easily; she was only taking it slow to torture me and I could tell this was true by the playful look on her face. But when I was finally fully inside of her, that playfulness was replaced by a deep, passionate look of love and lust. Instead of riding me cowgirl, she laid herself down on top of me, her hands on my shoulders as she kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around her tightly and then hers snaked around me as well. Her breasts were smashed beautifully into my chest and we continued to kiss with my raging hard cock buried deep inside her hot pussy.

"Wrap your leg around me as I roll us over," I told her and then began to twist my body to my right. Her right leg locked around my left, pinning us together as I rolled over on top of her without pulling out. As soon as I was on top, her other leg clamped around my other one, attempting to hold me in place, but I proved to be too strong. She grinned at the struggle to hold me deep inside her as I tried to pull out of her. It resulted in me only pulling out a couple inches before her hips rose up to meet mine, and then me crashing down onto the bed again, with me already buried back inside of her. The first time elicited a grunt from her, followed by a big smile. I smiled back and then kissed her, desperate to feel her tongue against mine.

We continued like this for a few minutes as our fucking began to build. Soon she changed things up and would release me to pull out of her further and then used her legs and hips to increase the strength of our reconnection. If she and her husband, Michael, fucked like this, how could there be any problems in their relationship? My only theory was, they fought just to have makeup sex. We began to find a rhythm, slowly building up speed, but then she suddenly held me back in place again.

I looked at her concerned. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"I want to take this slow. I want our first time to last as long as possible," she replied sweetly.

"Then we'll take our time," I promised and then kissed her to seal that vow. 

I slowly slid my cock in and out of her pussy, kissing her passionately as we made love. And since I'd just cum pretty hard, I knew I would last a while before I would have to cum again. We continued in waves, sometimes picking up speed, but then bringing it right back down again to prolong our orgasms. I never looked at the clock until we were through, and even then, I had no idea when we'd started to be able to compare the times. All I knew was sometime later, after rolling around on the king-sized bed, my cock never fully leaving her pussy, we'd abandoned all inhibitions and had built up our speed and intensity. She was sitting up, riding my cock like I was a bucking bull in a rodeo. Her tits bounces wildly as I held her by the hips. I bucked my hips up to meet her body as it crashed down on me and then suddenly we both looked at each other with lust-filled eyes. Our orgasms were coming to a head.

Her pussy clenched around my cock, so she stopped riding me so hard. I reached up and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her body fully on top of me. I bent my knees slightly and she lifted her hips up to give me space to fuck her from underneath. Our mouths pressed tightly together as I knew she would cum harder with my tongue in her mouth. I fucked her wildly, her pussy muscles massaging my throbbing cock in the process. She screamed into my mouth as we kissed, which sent us both over the edge. Her juices exploded all over my cock as I blasted stream after stream after stream of hot, sticky cum into her womb. It wasn't until we'd come down from our high a few minutes later that I began to freak out about cumming inside of her.

"Relax," she said before I could say anything. 

"Michael and I decided I'd go on the pill since before our wedding and I've been on it ever since."

I sighed a big sigh of relief. I'd hate to have to explain to the family how I'd gotten my little cousin pregnant. Especially if the baby came out with red hair like me. Camille was laying at my side, running her fingers over my chest lightly, enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking. I heard her sigh contentedly before drifting off to sleep, her hand resting in the middle of my chest. I held her close and drifted off to sleep as well, feeling content and grateful that my amazing fiancée had planned this night like this. She was going to be receiving a wonderful gift from me later.



Jamie Ch. 19



We slept soundly that night, fully content in each other's arms. And when morning came, we were both full of smiles.

"Good morning, Beautiful," I said when her eyes opened up and met mine.

"Good morning," she said and stretched her arms before cuddling close to me again.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked, lightly dragging my fingertips over her exposed shoulder. 

"I did," she said, reaching for my other hand and interlocking our fingers together. 

"Good," I said and let out a deep breath.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm more than okay," I told her. "Last night was amazing."

I saw her smile spread from ear to ear as she rested her head on my chest. "If I knew Michael wouldn't get upset, I'd tell you to give him some tips. I've never had two orgasms in one night before. I'm usually lucky to get one," she said, criticizing her husband's lovemaking. I didn't want to be a part of putting him down, but I wasn't going to stop her from finally expressing all of the problems she was having with him. 

"Have you tried communicating to him what you like?" I asked carefully.

She was silent for a minute and I was afraid I'd asked the wrong question. "No, I guess not. Our communication is usually great, I guess just not in the bedroom," she admitted. 

"I think that's the place communication is most important. I told you about how Jamie and I almost broke up not too long ago, right?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Yeah, you told me about what Jeff did. I was surprised she believed you."

"It was because I have never lied to her and have always, since we decided to be together, told her almost exactly what I was thinking."

"Almost?" she teased.

"Well, sometimes I'll tone it down," I chuckled.

She laughed with me and then we fell silent, just enjoying being close to each other. Camille snuggled in closer to me, hugging me tightly. It felt amazing feeling her so close to me, and the fact that she was still naked didn't hurt either. My mind went back to last night and what had transpired between me and my favorite cousin. For years I'd fantasized about making love to her and after it finally happened, I couldn't be happier. 

Why wouldn't I be happy? Not only did I get to sleep with my cousin, I'm also about to marry the girl I've been in love with for fifteen years, her dad gave me a good job working for his company; life was finally turning around for me. What else could possibly make this better? I knew the answer to that one; Camille wanting to and agreeing to a threesome with Jamie. That would just be the icing on the cake, though. I didn't need for that to happen. 

"Someone's getting excited," Camille said as my cock began to stiffen; it rubbed against her leg as it did.

I grinned at her as she looked up at me. She rubbed her knee against my continually hardening cock, teasing me so wonderfully. I kissed her and she kissed back enthusiastically, our tongues dancing wildly, passing back and forth between each other's mouths. She rolled over so she was lying on top of me, pinning my cock between our bellies. She slowly grinded her hips into mine, her pussy already wet. I had no idea she'd woken up horny; she hid it so well. 

Grabbing her ass, I lifted her hips up off of mine, aiming my cock for her hole. She reached down and wrapped her hand tightly around my thick cock, guiding it into her entrance. I released my grip on her perfect ass and she slid her pussy over my cock. I slid in smoothly and it felt amazing to be back inside of her. It felt like the first time all over again. She was still so tight and so hot and wet too. 

She broke our kiss and sat up and immediately began to ride me hard; harder than she had last night. Last night we kept it about our love for each other. Now we wanted to give into lust and just fuck instead.

Her full breasts bounced wildly as she rose and fell on my hard cock. Our skin slapped loudly, echoing off the walls with each contact. The springs in the mattress joined in as well, almost harmonizing with Camille's moans. I held onto the curve of her hips, pulling her down harder as she fell. After a minute or two I held her down with my cock deep inside her pussy and then sat up, taking one of her tits into my mouth. Her head fell back as she let out a heavy sigh.

I leaned forward, pulling my legs under me and then dropped her onto the soft mattress. She giggled as I lay on top of her, my cock never leaving her pussy; I stifled that giggle with my tongue in her mouth. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I pulled her body tight against mine. I then began fucking her hard, pounding her pussy as fast as I could in that position. I broke our kiss and then pulled out of her; I was possessed by lust, as was she. I got up and stood at the foot of the bed. Then I turned her around and she bent her legs at the knees and spread them wide, exposing her glorious pussy. Grabbing my cock, I directed at her cunt again and shoved it in roughly. She gasped and then grinned at me playfully. I held onto her legs just above her knees that were now bent over my shoulders. I went to town pulling out and slamming back into her repeatedly, continually picking up speed. 

We were rudely interrupted by a knock at the door. I stopped fucking Camille and looked down at her with a confused expression. She shrugged and then nodded at the door. Without bothering to put any clothes on I reluctantly pulled out of Camille and walked to the door, peering out the peephole. I grinned when I saw Jamie standing there, still wearing her leather pants and pink top.

"It's Jamie," I said quietly. 

Camille smiled and then nodded, agreeing to let her in. She sat up on her knees, her beautiful breasts jiggling with each subtle movement she made. I opened the door wide, still fully nude with my cock at full attention still. Jamie's eyes widened in shock at the sight of us, but then she smiled mischievously as I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her inside, pinning her against the wall next to the door and planting my mouth on hers. She accepted my sudden and rough greeting greedily, sucking my tongue into her mouth and taking hold of my stiff cock and jerking me. When I broke our kiss and looked into her eyes, her lust-filled face matched mine equally. 

We both looked at Camille, who looked scared for a moment but then smiled excitedly as we walked towards the bed. I wanted to run, but I also wanted to savor the moment. Jamie reached her first and I watched as she lifted her right hand to Camille's face, caressing her cheek and then running her fingers through her thick hair. Camille looked nervous as her eyes kept shifting from looking into Jamie's eyes to her lips. Desire grew in my cousin's eyes as she anticipated Jamie's kiss.

Jamie leaned her head in closer, pressing her lips against Camille's. Camille's eyes closed as they held their lips together unmoving for a few seconds; Camille melted into Jamie, lifting her smooth, slender arms to wrap them around Jamie as she opened her mouth wider to receive Jamie's kiss deeper. Their jaws opened and closed as they began to make out; my already throbbing cock ached for release as I watched the love of my life kissing my favorite cousin passionately.

I stepped up closer, the tip of my cock poking the bare part of Jamie's back. Without breaking her kiss with Camille, Jamie reached behind her and grabbed my rod and began to jerk me slowly. Pressing my body in closer, I reached around Jamie with my left hand, slipping my hand underneath her skin tight shirt and massaged her breast as much as I could while Camille's chest was pressed against hers. With my other hand, I stroked Camille's back with my fingertips, causing her to shudder.

They broke their kiss and stared at each other again for a few seconds before Camille smiled widely. "Wow," she said. 

"She has that effect on people," I said.

Camille's eyes met mine and then looked over Jamie's body. "Jason, we have a problem," she said.

"Yes, I see we do," I said inspecting Jamie's body.

"What?" Jamie asked concerned. "What's wrong?"

Camille and I looked at each other again and grinned. "You have entirely too much clothing on," Camille said and then I pulled her shirt up; she lifted her arms, allowing me to remove it from her body. 

Before I could even drop the shirt to the floor, Camille had taken one of Jamie's full breasts into her mouth; I returned to Jamie and massaged the free one. Jamie turned her head to receive my kiss from behind. Her leather-clad ass pressed against the base of my rigid cock, slowly gyrating in small circles. I broke our kiss and dropped to my knees. From behind, I unbuttoned her pants and pulled the small zipper down then pealed the leather pants off of her perfect ass and thighs, stopping at her knees. I pressed my face into that beautiful ass, shoving my tongue out to find her pussy from behind. I felt her long fingernails begin to scratch the back of my head as I licked her from pussy to ass-hole; licking the salt from her skin. 

Needing better access, I pulled away from her perfect ass and removed her pants the rest of the way, tossing them aside and then spreading her legs. I cocked my head and shoved my tongue deep into her pussy; a small shudder spread throughout her body at my touch, or was it from Camille's? Either way, Jamie was in heaven as were Camille and I as we worshiped her body. Taking a quick break to catch my breath, I looked up to see the two girls kissing and fondling each other again. 

I stood up and startled the girls by picking Jamie up and then placing her on the bed. Camille dove in and began eating Jamie out without hesitation. Jamie reached for my cock and pulled it closer to her face. I settled on my knees on the bed next to her head and she slid her mouth over my waiting cock. She moaned as she blew me; a combination of pleasure from sucking my cock (which seemed to turn her on quite a bit) and from Camille eating her out. I put a hand on the back of her head and began to thrust into her mouth. Jamie increased the pressure on my dick as I fucked her face. 

Looking back at my cousin eating out my fiancée, I longed to stick my dick back in her hot pussy. I brought my attention back to Jamie and pulled out of her mouth. 

"Go," she said. "I want to see you fuck your cousin as she eats me."

I kissed her gratefully and then got on my knees behind Camille; she wiggled her ass at me teasingly, still licking Jamie's pussy as she did. I grabbed a hold of her hips and rammed my cock into her tight pussy in retaliation. She let out a small whimper but never pulled her face away from Jamie's beautiful love hole. I slid my length back out of her pussy, leaving just the head inside and then shoved it back in roughly. I increased my pounding of Camille's pussy, which put more pressure on Jamie's pussy as Camille fucked her with her tongue. Jamie's hands were now on the back of Camille's head as she bucked her hips into her face, much like I did by holding Camille's hips as I went to town on her pussy. 

Soon the build of my orgasm returned after the short break my cock had gotten from answering the door a few minutes ago. I remembered that Camille had said she was on birth control, so it was safe to deposit my load into her pussy. I increased my speed, causing Camille to cry out and look back at me. I locked eyes with her for a few seconds and then looked directly at Jamie.

"Fuck her, Jason. Fuck her good for me," Jamie demanded.

I looked at Camille again and she looked desperate for her own release. "Give me your seed," she begged. "Cum in my tight little pussy."

I held on as long as I possibly could, but a few hard thrusts later, my first blast of jism exploded in Camille's pussy, two more big blasts followed, filling her womb. After the final smaller bursts were released and my dick was spent for the time being, I slowly pulled out of her and crawled up to lay next to Jamie, only stopping to kiss Camille on the way. 

"Give me that pussy," Jamie demanded.

Jamie slid down onto the bed so her back was flat on the mattress as Camille crawled up her body and planted her knees on either side of Jamie's head. Jamie lifted her head up to meet Camille's pussy, slurping my seed out of her pussy. I never thought I'd be turned on by something like that, but I instantly felt like I could go another round. I reached behind Camille and squeezed Jamie's beautiful breast which elicited a groan from her as she fed off of the cum in Camille's pussy. Camille's orgasm began to grow next from Jamie's ministrations. I felt that it wasn't fair that Jamie wasn't getting enough attention to her sex organ, so I quickly got up and planted my face in her pussy, picking up where Camille had left off after I came inside her.

I could hear Camille's breath grow more ragged and labored, and when I looked up as I ate Jamie's pussy, I saw that she was grinding her hips into Jamie's face more and more, leaning against the wall with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other. 

"Oh shit," she squealed as her desire grew. "Fuck that feels good. God, I'm gonna cum," she announced and a few seconds later, she did, her juices exploding all over Jamie's face. Camille screamed in pleasure as her body shook and shivered. When her orgasm subsided, she laid next to Jamie, licking her juices off her face and then moved down to suck on Jamie's breasts.

I slipped a finger inside Jamie's pussy, coaxing her to come to climax sooner. She reached down with one hand, pulling my head tighter into her beautiful pussy; her hips bucked and gyrated into my face. Fuck it was sexy. She screamed louder and louder and then her body suddenly went stiff as she held my face tight into her fuck hole. She shook as her orgasm finally released, her pussy contracting around my finger as I licked her exposed clit. I lapped up the juices that leaked out of her and after I did and sat up on my knees, Camille attacked me, cleaning up my face with her tongue and then sticking that tongue in my mouth. The mixture of tastes of Camille's tongue and Jamie's pussy drove me insane. 

I reluctantly broke my kiss with Camille as I noticed Jamie shift around in the bed. She got up and retrieved her phone from her leather pants that had been discarded to the floor. She tapped her thumbs on the screen quickly and I looked at her curiously. She noticed my inquisitive look and grinned. 

"Another surprise is on its way," she said. I looked at Camille and she shrugged, she was just as clueless as I was. So, I shrugged and continued making out with my beautiful cousin. My dick was extremely hard again; she noticed so she began to slowly stroke my cock. I knew I was going to be sore after this weekend, and honestly, I couldn't wait for that; it would serve as a great reminder of the fun we all had together. 

Our attention was directed to the door as someone knocked on it. I looked at Jamie confused and she grinned widely as she skipped naked to the door. When she opened it, I was mildly surprised to see Meagan standing there. Her mouth open in shock as she saw Jamie's naked form before her, pulling her quickly into the room by the hand, so she could shut the door. Jamie slipped the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside door handle before returning to an awkward and nervous looking Meagan. I felt like an asshole just staring at her, but I didn't know what to say. Jamie knew about my history with Meagan and how I'd had feelings for her years ago but gave up because she'd continually turned me down. 

"Jamie, what is this?" I asked, covering myself. Meagan was usually awkward around anything sex related, she usually cringed or giggled nervously at the mention of the word "penis". But here she was with three naked people, staring at each of us in turn, surprisingly mostly me. I thought from the awkwardness of the situation my fiancée had just put me in, I would begin to grow soft in my cock, but it surprised me by growing harder. 

"Meagan and I had a bit more to drink last night, as you know, and we got to talking about your guys's past. She told me how many times you pursued her and she always turned you down, though there were times she hadn't wanted to."

"Meg?" I looked at her imploringly. 

She looked away and refused to meet my gaze. Was it shame or fear that kept her from making eye contact with me? I couldn't tell.

Camille began to stroke my back with her long, dainty fingers; they felt great against my skin, but it didn't ease the tension that'd grown in the room. Something had gotten into my fiancée that I didn't understand, and right now I couldn't decide if I liked it or not. Sure, it'd gotten me to finally connect with Camille, it allowed Jamie and I to move past my accidental cheating with Tracy, but now it was trying to fulfill more fantasies of mine. 

Jamie went on. "We talked about you and she confessed that she sometimes regretted those times she turned you down, but she'd been scared at those times," Jamie explained softly, caressing Meagan's bare arms. "She told me last night that when she saw you and Camille kiss, it shocked her but also turned her on. Seeing you kiss both me and Camille the same night made her curious about what she'd been missing the past few years."

"Meg, look at me," I beseeched her softly.

She finally did that time. I couldn't tell if she was scared or about to cry.

"Is this true?" I asked, pulling away from my cousin as I moved towards her.

Meg shrugged. "I guess," she said and laughed like she does when she's uncomfortable.

I looked at Jamie, who was now running her fingers through Meagan's hair. "What else happened last night?" I asked suspiciously.

Jamie feigned innocence, but I recognized the look right away as being fake. She grinned devilishly at me. "We just made out a little bit," she lied.

"You fucked her, didn't you?" I accused.

Jamie's face went red, as did Meagan's. "Okay, fine! You caught us! You can't get mad, though!"

She was right. I'd been with Camille, but it'd been Jamie's idea for us to be alone together last night. And the time I'd cheated on her with Tracy had been a mistake and I'd been coerced into it by someone else. Jamie had done this on her own volition. The whole situation with Tracy really had changed her. But, if I was able to fuck my cousin, possibly fuck Meagan and still marry Jamie, who was I to complain? So what if she and Meagan hooked up last night.

"You're right," I told her. "Is this what you really want, Meg?" I asked.

She looked at me again and smiled. Her eyes glanced down at my cock that was now exposed as I stood between her and the bed. Camille sat on her knees, still completely nude, behind me. Jamie joined her on the bed as Meagan and I stared at each other. Her eyes continually dropping down to look at my re-hardening cock. The conversation had eventually made it go half-hard, but when I imagined her and Jamie together last night, it'd begun to grow again.

"You, uh, like what you see?" I asked with a smirk.

She looked at me, her face going red again, but she nodded. 

"Come here," I encouraged and she stepped up.

I reached up and pushed her hair behind her ear and then pulled her face towards mine into a kiss. We'd kissed once in the past, around Thanksgiving time when I'd come out to California to visit in 2007. We were out with some friends and had a few drinks and as my brother drove with my best friend in the front seat, I'd pulled Meagan close to me and kissed her; at the time, she didn't fight it and actually kissed me back. 

This time was much different. For one, we were sober so there would be no denying it happened later on. Two, it was a much deeper kiss. She even opened her mouth to welcome my tongue to dance with hers. I took control and pulled her full figured body in close; her large breasts smashing wonderfully into my bare chest; my cock growing back to full mast, rubbing against her blue jeans. She closed her thighs, trapping my penis between her legs. She broke our kiss and looked at me with a mischievous grin. I smiled back but was distracted by wet noises behind me and when I turned to see the cause, I found Jamie and Camille already in a 69 with Camille on top.




Jamie Ch. 19



Turning back to look at the buxom blonde who had my cock trapped between her legs, I said, "I guess that leaves you and me."

I grabbed the hem of her black tank top and pulled it up over her bit, beautiful tits. Her stomach wasn't big, but it wasn't tight like Jamie or Camille's. It was flat in proportion to the rest of her body, which was bigger and curvier than either of the other two girls tongue fucking each other behind me. I didn't care, though; I thought she was beautiful. She reached behind her and unsnapped her solid, black bra, releasing her gorgeous tits. Her big nipples popped out like small corks, dark pink with slightly darker areolas about the size of fifty cent pieces. 

Reaching up with both hands, I squeezed her tits together and then buried my face between them. She burst out in laughter like I was tickling her, but the laughter was only because of her natural awkwardness; it didn't take much to make her feel awkward, but the laughter soon turned to sighs and moans as I took turns between each breast, sucking and licking her nipples. Her hands squeezed my ass, pressing me tighter into her body. I reached down and unbuttoned her pants, pushing the zipper down as well, all without taking my mouth off of her left breast. I pushed her jeans off of her ample bottom and she kicked them down to the floor. Only then did I pull away from her lovely tits and admire the rest of her curvy body. 

Her hips widened out with maturity, being a couple years older than Jamie. Whatever diet Meagan had gone on, not that I thought she needed it, definitely enhanced the curves I'd loved so much a few years ago. Sure, her breasts were just a little smaller, but they were still very full; her waist had shrunk, giving her more of an hourglass figure than she'd had before. I was still in a slight shock that I was finally going to fuck her.

"It looks like someone could use some attention," she said seductively and then sunk down to her knees as I still stood before her. She took a hold of my cock with one hand and then wrapped her lips around the head, swirling her tongue around it. If I hadn't just fucked my cousin and fiancée a few minutes ago, I would have blown my load in her mouth right then and there. I had no idea she was so skilled at giving head, but I was definitely pleased to find out the way I was.

She easily took my entire length into her mouth, already bobbing her head up and down my shaft, sometimes stopping to play with the head of my cock. I put my hands on the back of her head and slowly bucked my hips back and forth. When I did that, Meagan increased her efforts, so I followed suit and was soon fucking her mouth, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat. When she needed to catch her breath, she would pull her head back and take a few deep breaths. After her second time doing that, I pulled her up to her feet and then laid her down on the bed. I looked from her eyes to her tits and then back again. She did the same and then squeezed them together.

"Wanna fuck these?" she asked and I nodded. 

"I've wanted to fuck them for years," I said and crawled up the bed until I was straddling her chest. 

Meg released her tits enough so I could stick my dick between them. My entire length disappeared between her big mounds until the tip poked out the top. I began to buck my hips slowly, fucking her soft, naturally big tits and then she lowered her head to lick the tip of my cock as it would poke through. It looked so sexy, I didn't want to leave that position but then at the same time, it drove me so wild, I wanted to fuck her good and hard. 

Movement from across the bed grabbed my attention as I continued to fuck Meg's tits. Camille and Jamie were changing positions into a beautiful scissoring position, their legs crossing to press their pussies together. They leaned back, propping themselves up with their arms behind them and then grinded their pussies together in small, circular gyrations. I looked down at Meg and she smiled back at me and then twisted her head to look at the girls now fucking with their pussies jammed together. Meg instinctively reached for her pussy to masturbate, but I had a better solution. 

I pulled out of her beautiful tits and slid off of the bed. I helped her scoot back until she was laying on her back, her head on a pillow to the right of my two favorite girls going at it. Meg started to spread her legs, but I grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them off first. I admired her shaved pussy and couldn't wait to get inside of it. Once her black, cotton panties were removed, I eased myself between her spread legs and aimed my cock for its new, temporary home. Looking in Meagan's eyes, I'd never seen so much longing and desire in them before; I knew this would be good for both of us. 

I grabbed the shaft of my cock, aiming the tip towards her waiting vagina and pressed it against her lips. She was so wet I knew it wouldn't take much effort to slide inside. Her pussy lips spread around the crown of my cock, sucking it into its folds. Slowly, inch by inch, I slid into her extremely wet and burning pussy. When I bottomed out I almost felt like I would blow my load then, but I knew I wasn't ready to cum just yet. With my cock deep inside her, she let out a sigh and then gyrated her hips once in a small circle. It was an erotic sensation feeling the pressure her pussy put on my cock with that single motion. I lowered the rest of my body on top of her, wrapping my arms around her torso as hers snaked around the back of my neck to pull me into another kiss.

I planted my mouth on hers, slipping my tongue into her mouth as she did the same. In that wonderful missionary position, I began to pump my cock in and out of her with slow, shallow thrusts. She met my thrusts with small gyrations of her hips, God it was sexy. I kissed and licked her neck, knowing it was one of her most sensitive spots. She gasped and wrapped her thick but shapely legs around my waist holding me deep inside her for a few seconds before lessening her grip enough for me to be able to fuck her. We continued like that for a few minutes as I moved my mouth from her neck to her lips and back again. Soon, though, we were both distracted by the growing sounds of Camille and Jamie's sex. Their soft moans and groans had become whimpers and grew into desperate cries and screams. 

Looking down at Meagan, we seemed to read each other's mind; she released her grip on my waist and I pulled out of her and then lifted myself off of her body and then off of the bed. She followed suit and then turned her back to me, placing her hands on the high mattress, sticking her ass out at me. I stepped up behind her and kicked her legs apart a little further for better access into her cunt. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her pussy a little before shoving it roughly back inside. She cried out as I filled her pussy once again. I grabbed onto her lovely hips and pulled her back into me as I thrust my hips forward. I watched my dick disappear into her and reappear again as I fucked her. It was a beautiful sight, but not as beautiful as seeing my cousin and fiancée continue to grind their pussies together, their cries and screams continuing to grow louder. I was grateful Jamie had reserved this room, which happened to be a corner room with only one neighbor; the room she and Meg had shared last night.

I watched the two girls go at it almost violently; slowing down to suck each other's tongues from time to time and to catch their breath again as well. Meagan turned her head to look back at me and our eyes locked on each other. I doubled my efforts, fucking her harder and faster. Suddenly her eyes opened with a sort of possessed look that both scared me and turned me on simultaneously. 

"Fuck my ass," she demanded.

That caught me off guard and I stopped fucking her, giving her a questioning look.

"You heard me! I know we're both going to cum soon; I want you to cum in my ass!"

Who was I to argue? I pulled out of her, and she lowered her ass slightly to give me better access. My dick was slick with her juices, which helped me enter her shithole. It was still tight, and I took it slow until I was inside. I had no idea she was even into anal until then, but she relaxed her anus as I pressed the tip of my cock against her brown eye. Her ass swallowed the tip of my cock, so I put a little more pressure against her ass and began to slowly slide further inside her. She was so fucking tight, and her ass felt even hotter than her pussy had. She was right, though, we were both about to cum. I felt my orgasm grow closer to the edge as I finally slid all the way inside of her. I heard her gasp audibly as I bottomed out. She looked back at me again, her eyes full of lust and desire that said, "Tear my ass apart," and I obliged.

I worked up my speed with each thrust deeper into her ass. Even Camille and Jamie had stopped what they were doing, or they were finished and cuddling as they watched Meg and I fuck. I slapped Meg's ass cheek as I thrust forward, enjoying the view of her big ass. I looked up at my girls on the other side of the bed, my eyes locking on Jamie's as she smiled at me. She lay behind Camille, spooning with her and caressing her beautiful, naked form. Seeing the content look on Camille's face brought a smile to my face and she smiled back at me. I always thought it would be awkward being watched as I fucked a beautiful girl, but when it was those two smiling at me in admiration, it just turned me on more. Soon the slapping sounds of my skin against Meg's were drowned out by Meg's screams of profanity mix with unintelligible words. 

Right as I was about to cum I heard a sound like peeing as liquid hit the floor between my feet. Meg was a squirter! It blew my mind so much, I lost control and let my own orgasm explode into her ass. She screamed again, squirting more of her juices onto the floor, now splashing against me feet and ankles. I let blast after blast fill her ass until I had no more left inside of me and fell onto her back. Meg could barely support me, so, with all I had in me, I lifted my body off of hers and slowly pulled out of her ass, my cum dribbling out of her spread hole. She looked back at me with a satisfied smile and then she stood and turned towards me. She grabbed my face in her hands gently, pressing her lips against mine.

"No one has ever made my cum that hard," she whispered gratefully.

"I'm glad I could make it happen, then," I said and kissed her again.

When she pulled away, she walked around the bed and picked up her clothes and then headed for the bathroom. 

"I'm taking a shower if anyone wants to join me," she announced.

Jamie looked at her and then back at me. I nodded and she grinned happily as she followed Meg into the bathroom. They didn't bother shutting the door as they showered together, soon filling the room with their sexual sounds. I laid down next to Camille and we stared into each other's eyes for a full two minutes before speaking.

"That was an interesting night...and morning," she said with a giggle.

"Yeah it was. I don't think I could get it up again if my life depended on it," I chuckled. "At least not for a few more hours."

"Well, you fucked like a champ," she praised.

I kissed her. "Thanks," I said. "I can't believe Jamie planned so much of this. I mean, for so long Jamie was just a fantasy and I was blown away when she fell in love with me after our first couple nights together. Who would have thought that my fantasy girl would make other fantasies of mine become a reality?"

Camille kissed me. "How long has Meg been a fantasy of yours?"

I looked towards the bathroom. "Since she and Shane broke up a few years ago. I never had feelings for her until then. It'd been so hard on both of them, I remember being there for both of them at different times; they were both really good friends of mine, I couldn't choose a side. Neither of them expected me to either. Shane eventually found a new girlfriend, but Meg cycled through asshole after asshole; it actually caused a few fights between us, but every time they would break her heart, I was there to help pick up the pieces every time."

"I'm surprised she never fell for you," Camille said, slowly caressing my arm as I told her the story.

I shrugged. "She just never saw me as anything more than a good friend or even like a brother."

"Story of your life, huh?" Camille said sympathetically, knowing my history with women and being friend-zoned repeatedly.

I nodded. "My friend-zone curse broke with Jamie."

"Not with your ex?"

"My ex-wife? Shit no!" I laughed. "She was a different kind of curse and a new curse doesn't eliminate the previous one; they just combine their strength."

Camille laughed with me and then cuddled into my arms. We lay their naked, my dick too sore to rise to attention again, and we enjoyed just being in each other's arms. Once the other two were done with the shower and dressed again, they said they were going down to get breakfast, so Camille and I showered together, got dressed and joined them. 

After breakfast, we checked out, said our goodbyes to Meagan and then made our way back to Orange County to make plans for the rest of the day. Camille still wanted to see the location we'd chosen for the wedding. We decided to spend the day at the beach as well, so we got into our swim suits and wore our normal clothes over them as we drove to Laguna Beach. What happened there will never leave my mind...



Jamie Ch. 20



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The girls decided to sit in the backseat of my car and talk about wedding ideas. I wasn't paying much attention to what was being said due to the heavy traffic on the way to the beach. I thought it was ridiculously heavy for a Saturday afternoon, but Jamie and Camille were dead-set on visiting the future venue of our wedding. 

Jamie and Camille hadn't bothered with wearing much other than their bikinis, only adorning tiny shorts to cover the bottoms for now. Jamie's was a simple black number that complimented her perky, creamy breasts beautifully. Camille's bluish-green top was similar, but a little more modest. I knew both had matching bottoms, but were covered by their shorts that barely covered their asses. It was torture watching them climb into the car as I carried a duffel over my shoulder containing our towels, a blanket and a change of clothes for each of us. I also lugged a medium sized cooler with sandwiches, snacks and some beverages; we'd stopped at the store on the way for some ice to keep everything cool.

I glanced back in the rearview mirror as the girls talked animatedly about the wedding; it was great to see them so close since they were two of my favorite people in the world. I thought back to this morning and the craziness that had happened. Part of me wondered what exactly in Jamie had changed and why; I had suspicions it had to do with the Jeff situation, but I wondered if this was a permanent change, or if this was her acting out because she wasn't handling it well. She pretended to be over it and, when we weren't doing anything sexual, acted like her old self, but I got the feeling she was hiding something. It didn't change the way I felt about her, in fact, I was loving the results of it, but that made me feel guilty. If I wasn't helping her deal with a situation that'd hurt her, what kind of fiancé did that make me? I knew it was selfish, but how could I fix something she wouldn't talk to me about?

"Everything okay up there?" Jamie asked, meeting my eyes in the mirror.

I smiled at her. "Yep, just sick of the traffic," I told her.

"Does this help?" she asked and I looked into the mirror to see her and Camille flashing me over their bikini tops. 

I had to slam on my brakes to keep from hitting the car ahead of us at the stop light. The girls laughed, falling into each other as they did. They looked like teenage girls for a moment. I shook my head and chuckled.

"You almost got us killed, girls," I accused them.

"It's not our fault you're easily distracted," Camille chastised playfully. 

I grinned and shook my head, returning my attention to the traffic around me. We were the second car from the crosswalk of a busy intersection in Newport Beach; I noticed a group of young girls walk by in swimsuits that barely covered their most private areas. God I loved California sometimes. Sure, I missed life in Colorado, but nothing beat California girls. 

"I think he's already forgetting about us," Camille said and I looked back to see her mock pouty face. 

Jamie had one that looked similar; shit I swear they could be sisters in another life sometimes. 

"Well, then maybe we should do something to remind him of what he has," Jamie suggested.

Looking back again, I watched as the girls slowly moved their heads together, looking from each other's lips to making eye contact. Soon their lips touched softly, barely parting at first, but their continued kiss pressed their lips tighter together as their mouths opened wider to accept the other's tongue. They began making out, rotating their heads back and forth. My attention was diverted from the loud horn of the large pickup truck behind us. The girls barely noticed, but I was forced to look back at the road and step on the gas to catch up with traffic. 

Before we stopped at the next light, the girls smiled and then looked at me again in the mirror with mischievous grins. I shook my head at them but couldn't wipe my own stupid grin off my face. 

"You guys are bitches sometimes," I scolded but they didn't take me seriously. Instead they burst into laughter and then continued talking about the wedding, only stopping to kiss again from time to time. I loved watching them kiss; I think it was my favorite thing to see them do. Although, seeing them scissoring this morning was pretty fucking hot as well. And when they'd combined the two...holy shit did I cum hard fucking Meagan. Shit, that was another huge fantasy come true. I wondered just how many of my fantasies Jamie planned to make become reality; I hoped to be able to do the same for her as well, though. I just had to learn what those fantasies were. 

Finally we reached the beach. I found a parking spot and then Jamie went to buy the parking pass while I began to unload our stuff. Camille was bogged down with her camera equipment, so she couldn't help. But, it wasn't like we had a ton of stuff I couldn't handle. I slung the duffel over my shoulders, slipped my arm through another small, duffel type bag that contained a folding chair for me (the girls said they planned on laying out on their towels to soak in the sun, so they assured me I'd only need one for myself), and then hefted the cooler, which weighed a bit more with the ice now, and carried out onto the sand. I followed Camille until she decided on a good spot. I stared at her ass the whole way; her tiny, black, cutoff shorts revealing the bottom of her butt cheeks that jiggled slightly with each step were a sight to see. 

Jamie caught up with us, skipping past me in her own cutoff denim shorts that were even smaller than Camille's. I was glad I had the duffel in front of me because I knew I'd be offending the general public around me with the tent I was pitching. It was going to be interesting once Camille picked a spot in the sand. 

Finally the girls picked a spot on the beach, right at the top a small slope just a few feet above the section of wet sand. It wasn't far from the water, but far enough that we would be safe from the tide when it came back in. I wasn't much of a beach lover, but I knew Jamie was and Camille seemed to look forward to spending time with her, so they stripped off their cut off shorts, revealing their beautiful asses, and then they both looked at me over their shoulders flirtatiously. I grinned, shaking my head at them; they both laughed and then Jamie grabbed Camille's hand and pulled her down towards the water. 

At first both girls stayed back, playing chicken with the water coming up the shoreline; I watched them with a satisfied smile on my face. How did I get so lucky to have two beautiful women like them in my life? Camille, yeah, she's been my cousin for over twenty-two years, and Jamie and I have been friends for about fifteen, but to have such an intimate relationship with both of them was beyond lucky. I considered myself blessed. 

I laughed as Camille, as clumsy as she is, fall and pull Jamie into the water with her. Both girls let out screams from the cold but continued to laugh hysterically. I looked around the beach and saw a guy a few feet away look over and nod at me and then at the girls. I nodded and he grinned and then mouthed the word, "nice" to me. I gave him another head-flip in appreciation. 

Returning my attention to the girls, I saw Jamie holding Camille under the water in a playful way. That was when I'd decided I'd had enough and wanted to join in the fun. I took off my glasses, wishing I could see better, and then pulled my shirt over my head, dropped the shorts I wore over my board shorts and then sprinted towards them. I slowed myself enough so that I wouldn't hurt Jamie as I tackled her into the oncoming wave. She screamed loudly as our bodies made contact and she realized what I was doing. We were completely submerged in the water, tumbling through the small wave together before I planted my feet into the wet sand below the surface and then stood up with her still in my arms. 

Jamie grabbed onto my arms, screaming again as water dripped off of her slick body and her wet hair matted to her face. I spun her in a circle and then let her go into slightly deeper water. I was then attacked by Camille as she jumped at me; I allowed her momentum tackle me into the water where she tried to hold me under. But, knowing how ticklish she was, I began to tickle the backs of her knees and she collapsed, screaming and laughing from my tickle torture.

We played in the water for a few more minutes before I realized I hadn't put any sunscreen on and would begin to fry any moment. The girls had the same realization, so we trudged back up to the towels and blanket laid out and dried off as much as possible. Camille pulled out her sunscreen and applied some to the front of her body and I watched dumbly as she did. She winked at me a couple times, catching me staring, but I didn't care if she caught me. I mean, we'd already fucked a couple times, what would it matter if I watched her apply sunscreen to her beautiful body. I looked over at Jamie who was also watching Camille while applying her own sunscreen to her body. 

Jamie moved slowly, spreading the lotion evenly to wherever she could reach, paying extra care to her breasts. When she saw me watching her, she smiled and then filled her palm with more lotion, applying a second layer to her perfect chest. 

"Sweetie," Camille said, grabbing my attention. "Can you do my back?" she asked, sitting in front of me as I sat in my chair. 

"Of course," I agreed and took the lotion from her. I squeezed a glop into my hand about the size of four quarters stacked up and then spread it evenly over my palms. Then I applied the white cream to her shoulders and down her back, slipping my hand under the straps of her bikini for maximum coverage; I didn't want this body to burn so we couldn't fuck again that night. I massaged the lotion into her back slowly and sensually. She leaned back into my working hands, enjoying the massage I was ministering to her soft skin. I heard a few groans escape her mouth.

"Your hands are amazing," she complimented me seductively. 

"Why, thank you, cousin," I said and then kissed the back of her neck before rubbing some lotion into it. 

When I finished, Jamie sat next to Camille and handed her her lotion. Camille gladly took it and began to work some into Jamie's back. Jamie looked at me and then jerked her head to tell me to sit in front of her. As I got up from my chair, she took the bottle of sunscreen and squeezed some into her hand to apply it to my back. Her hands felt amazingly smooth as they worked the lotion into my skin. I closed my eyes which seemed to enhance the sensation of her long fingers working their way up and down my back, and even down into the waistband of my board shorts. When she was finished, she kissed the back of my neck like I did to Camille and then patted me gently on the shoulder. I looked back to see her smiling face and then she mouthed, "I love you," to me. Somehow the silence of it made it feel more special, like she was telling me a secret that nobody else would ever know. I leaned back into her with my head still twisted back and kissed her, holding our lips together for a few seconds.

I whispered, "I love you, too," to her and then kissed her one more time. With a smile she slapped my chest with the bottle of sunscreen and then dropped it into my lap so I could apply it to the rest of my body. As I did that, the girls walked back down to the water, hand-in-hand with their fingers interlocked. As I sat in the chair to cover myself with a protective layer of lotion to protect me from burning like crazy, the guy who had nodded to me earlier walked over.

"Dude, you are one lucky guy," he said, kneeling down next to me as he watched the girls through his dark sunglasses. He wore a simple, multi-colored tank top and board shorts similar to mine, just white rather than black, and a visor on his head. He seemed like he lived at the beach with how deep his tan was. 

"Thanks, bro," I said, returning my attention to the girls.

"How'd you manage to pull off something like that?" he asked, clearly impressed.

"Something like what?" I asked.

"A three-way relationship!" he laughed. "How'd you find two girls, who not only both like cock and pussy, but like each other as much as they like you?"

"I've known them both for a long time," I told them. "The one in the black is my fiancée, we've been friends for, like, fifteen years."

"Nice. How long have you two been together?" he asked, getting comfortable in the sand. 

"Almost two months."

"And you're already engaged?" he asked, completely blown away.

I nodded and shrugged. "When you know, you know. Having a friendship for so long kinda speeds up the dating process."

"Fair enough. What about the other one?"

How was I supposed to answer that? I couldn't come right out and say she was my cousin; I didn't know this guy and I had no idea how he'd react.

"We've been close a long time. We don't really have a three-way relationship. She's just in town visiting for the weekend."

He seemed to accept my answer as a sufficient explanation with the way he nodded, still staring at the girls. 

"Well, bro, I just had to congratulate you and share just how jealous I am," he chuckled, extending his hand towards me. I grasped it and we both squeezed firmly before sliding our palms together and then bumping our fists. 

"Thanks, man," I said and then he walked away.

I sat in the chair, soaking up the sun for a while, but when I began to sweat, I decided to rejoin the girls. This time I left my glasses on so I could see. I didn't plan on submerging myself into the water again, and I knew after our playful session earlier, the girls weren't interested in any horseplay. When I reached the cool water, Camille stepped up and kissed me deeply on the lips.

"I missed you," she said. 

"I missed you, too," I told her. "That's why I came down here."

"So, what'd that cute guy want?" Jamie asked, stepping up to kiss me like Camille had.

"Oh, he just wanted to congratulate me and ask how I managed to land two beautiful girls like you," I told them.

Jamie giggled and shook her head. "Boys; all they think about is sex, right, Camille?"

"To be fair, we've been thinking about it a lot lately, too," she defended me and my kind.

Jamie nodded. "True. God, I wish there weren't so many people here," she said. "Seeing you both dressed the way you are..." she trailed off, letting us fill in the rest of her thought.

I can't say I didn't agree with her. I would have loved to take them both right then and there, but it was definitely too crowded and, with a lifeguard on duty, definitely a law-breaking risk none of us seemed to want to risk at the moment. Or, so I thought. Despite the people around, Jamie came up closer to me with a seductive look in her eye. We were deep enough in the water that I had no plans to stop her from whatever she was planning. 

She started simple with a passionate kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of her lips on mine, her tongue dancing with my own, her body pressed tightly against me as I held her close around the waist; the waves rolling in pushed her hips against mine rhythmically. Who needed to fuck when the ocean practically did it for you? Next she lightly dragged her nails down my back and then roughly grabbed my ass, pulling me harder against her. My cock stiffened pretty quickly with that move, rising up and beginning to poke her covered pussy. She pulled her face away from mine, thrusting her hips forward with an audible gasp. 

"See? I'm not the only one ready to go," she said and then looked over at Camille who was just watching us with her mouth open slightly. She looked up and her eyes met Jamie's. Jamie reached out for her and took Camille's hand. Guiding her towards us, Jamie pulled Camille in close, kissing her lightly on the lips. She then reached up and turned Camille's face towards mine. Camille leaned in, taking my face in her hands. Her shoulders scrunched up as she pulled my face closer to hers. When our lips met, it was like kissing her for the first time all over again. Electricity ran through my body, making my dick more rigid than it'd been a moment before. Jamie gasped again as my cock pressed into her sex. 

Jamie slipped a hand into the back of my shorts and began scratching and then massaging my left cheek. I reached around Camille, who continued to kiss me deeply, and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her in close. Her legs separated and then wrapped around both me and Jamie as far as she could, most of her wrapping around me more than Jamie. Her knee bent around my waist, now held in place by Jamie's arm as Jamie continued to caress, scratch and squeeze my ass. Jamie began to pull us deeper into the water, so our actions were less obvious to any onlookers. The waves were less powerful in the spot she chose as well.

Noticing that the water was up to Jamie's armpits and somewhere between my pectorals and shoulders, I slipped my hand into the back of Camille's bikini bottoms and squeezed her soft ass. Her reaction was to grind her pussy into my hip. Camille's mouth then left mine as I saw Jamie pulling her in for another kiss; this time deeper and more passionate. With my right hand on Camille's ass, I moved my left down Jamie's back and grabbed onto her ass from inside her bikini bottoms as well. I was amazed at how similarly soft and perfect their asses felt; it was like grabbing both cheeks of the same ass.

Jamie began to mimic Camille's movements by grinding her pussy against my hard cock through our clothing. Suddenly we heard a loud voice through a bullhorn. We stopped and looked at the lifeguard tower. He pointed at us and then jerked his thumb back to tell us to get out of the water. I didn't think that was the best idea with the state I was in, but we reluctantly broke apart anyway and the girls began to head into the shore. I grabbed Jamie's hand, though, and stopped her. I was sure the lifeguard just didn't like the fact we were about to get a threesome on right there in the water. She grinned, knowing what my problem was and then moved closer, though not as close as she was before. 

The lifeguard blew his whistle and we looked; he jerked his thumb again. I shook my head but told Jamie to go ahead. I stared the lifeguard down but he just glared right back at me from his stupid tower. I wasn't about to get out of the water with a raging hard-on; especially now that the entire beach was watching me. 

Jamie was now out of the water, walking up to our area where Camille was finishing drying off. Jamie picked up her towel and then Camille began to pack up our stuff. I was sure she was embarrassed by what had just happened and wanted to get out of there. I looked back at the lifeguard and he was now walking towards me but I wasn't about to move. Seeing the girls drying off their sexy bodies, and even pulling up their cutoff shorts wasn't helping reduce my erection. The dumbass lifeguard entered the water and continued straight towards me.

I looked around to see what the reactions of the general public were, but was surprised to see no one else in the water. This was curious, but I had no idea why they wouldn't be in the water. It's not like if the girls had caused me to climax that my cum would find its way to them. I looked past the lifeguard and saw that Jamie and Camille were now staring at me with terrified looks on their faces. My heart began to race and I started to look around.




Jamie Ch. 20



"Stay calm," the lifeguard said from thirty yards away; I could just barely hear his voice over the crashing waves and the beating of my heart. "Swim calmly towards me, now." 

Any stiffness I'd had in my crotch was gone now as fear took over. I tried to breathe calmly, but it wasn't exactly working. I glanced over my shoulder and another thirty yards out I saw a dorsal fin disappear under the water. Even though I was in shallow enough water to touch the sand, I began to swim with strong, fast strokes towards the lifeguard. He was backing slowly out of the water, coaxing me out with a calm voice, but I couldn't hear his words over the slashing of my arms. 

Suddenly something sharp grabbed my ankle. I kicked with my other foot, connecting with something powerful. Whatever had gripped my ankle let go, so I began to swim faster. I knew I was bleeding, and knew that wouldn't help the situation at all. The shore grew closer and closer as the water grew more shallow. Then the beast grabbed me again, but this time it was just my foot. I screamed in pain as the razor sharp teeth sunk into my flesh and bone began to crack. Everything started to fade to black as I drifted out of consciousness...

I woke up hours later in a hospital bed. The sterile stench of the emergency room invaded my nostrils, but that wasn't my main concern. There was severe pain in my left foot. I looked down my body and saw my elevated leg in a sling above the bed and stared in horror as I saw that half of my foot was gone.

"Jason? Calm down," I heard Camille's voice say to my right. She looked like she'd just opened her eyes. Where was Jamie? Why was only Camille back here? Just then Jamie walked in with two cups of coffee and a startled expression on her face. She quickly set the coffees down on the stand next to my bed, which is when I realized I wasn't in the emergency room, but in a more private room; only one other bed occupied the room and it was empty.

"When did he wake up?" Jamie asked Camille.

"Just now, before you walked in," she answered, stroking my hair as she stood on my right; Jamie was on my left, taking my hand in hers.

"Are you okay?" she asked but seemed to feel stupid in asking. 

"I'm in a lot of pain," I said. "What happened?" I asked.

Jamie grabbed a button attached to a cord next to where my left hand had been and pressed down on it. A few seconds later, I began to relax and a warm sensation came over me. Pain killers were magical, was my first thought.

"When we thought we were in trouble for...what we were doing in the water, the lifeguard said he couldn't have cared less about that. He was, in fact, warning us about a shark swimming nearby. It was a young one, which is why it only got a chunk of your foot," Camille explained, still stroking my hair lovingly. 

"That was nice of him," I said in a daze. That's when my mom, and Jamie's parents burst into the room.

"Oh my god!" my mom immediately started freaking out. She demanded to know the whole story. In my drugged state I could barely speak coherently and decided to sleep instead. There must have been a sedative in that pain killer...

I woke an hour later as the pain killer/sedative began to wear off again. The sky was dark outside and only my mom and Camille remained. 

"Where's Jamie?" I asked.

"Hey, sweetie, her parents took her to get something to eat. They were going to stay with you so we could go next," my mom told me as she stepped up to the bed. "Can I get you anything?" 

"I'm starving," I said.

"Okay, I'll have the nurse get you something," she said and then kissed me on the head and walked out of the room to find a nurse.

"Hey you," Camille said groggily. She'd fallen asleep in the stiff chair next to my bed. 

"Hey, beautiful," I replied, trying to hide my pain. I looked at my elevated foot and shook my head. Why did bad shit always happen to me?

"How are you feeling?" she asked me, sitting up and turning her chair towards me.

"A little better knowing you're here," I told her and she blushed with a bashful grin. "Did they say how long I'd be here?"

Camille shook her head. "I think until the pain is gone and you start your physical therapy. Your mom is having them put a prosthetic piece on the end of your foot, so you'll have to relearn how to walk, sorta."

I sighed, looking at my foot again. "Can't I just be on crutches the rest of my life? What about the wedding in a few weeks?"

Camille stroked my hair again and I tried to calm myself. 

"Jamie's dad canceled the reservation at the beach, and after he told them what happened, they gave him back his deposit, no questions asked. It was their way of apologizing for what happened," she explained.

I let out a heavy sigh. "How does Jamie feel about that?" I asked.

"She only cares about you," Camille assured me, continuing to stroke my hair lovingly; it felt amazing. "She just wants you to get better so you can stand up at your wedding. She loves you so much, Jason, you are the luckiest man on the planet."

I smiled at my cousin gratefully. "Thanks, Camille, that means a lot."

"Well, it's all true, or else I wouldn't say it."

"I know," I said, reaching up and cupping her cheek. I'd have pulled her in for a kiss, but I heard my mom return. 

"They said they'd bring some food in as soon as the kitchen brings it up," she announced as she walked up towards my bed. "Is there anything else you need?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I'm fine for now," I told her. "I just need to eat and rest."

Mom smiled at me and then kissed my forehead again. "Well, your brother is stuck with the dogs, and you know how those two can get. I should probably go help him out."

"Yeah, that's fine, Mom. Go ahead. It's not like I'm dying; I'm recovering," I told her. "You don't have to stay here all night. Heck, if anyone might do that it'd be either Jamie or Camille."

Mom looked at my cousin with a grateful smile that looked almost exactly like the one I'd given her a minute ago. 

"Okay, now, Camille, don't forget about your flight tomorrow. I can take you to the airport."

She nodded. "That'd be great, thanks. I wish I didn't have to go, though."

I reached up and touched her cheek again. "You and Michael need to talk. You guys are more important than my stupid foot," I said.

She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "You're too sweet."

"Get a room, you two," Mom joked with a roll of her eyes and then took her seat by the window again to playing some kind of game or something on her iPad.

"I already have one, but my mom's hanging out," I joked right back and Mom just shook her head at me. 

I looked at Camille with a mischievous grin and she giggled. We stole a quick, quiet kiss while my mom wasn't paying attention. Camille looked over her shoulder after and saw Mom lost in her own world, so she kissed me again, a little longer this time. It felt great having her there with me; I was just beginning to miss Jamie, the love of my life. 

"She'll be back soon," Camille whispered and I nodded. I couldn't help but feel guilty for our plans getting postponed until I finished my recovery and physical therapy. I knew she wouldn't be upset with me at all, but Jamie deserved to be happy and right now I couldn't give her the one thing I knew would make her truly happy and that was the perfect wedding.



Jamie Ch. 21



Mom decided to head back home, seeing as I was mostly alright and didn't need three women taking care of me. Camille stayed back with Jamie and I for dinner. I was finally allowed to eat food with a little more substance now that I was recovered from the surgery that saved the rest of my foot. Jamie gave Camille the keys to my car so she could go pick us up something to eat (to-go meals from Chili's). 

"What's wrong?" Jamie asked, sounding a little annoyed at my mopey attitude. 

"Our plans are ruined," I mumbled.

Jamie gave me a light slap on the face; it didn't hurt but it did shock me. "Don't ever talk like that! It's not your fault a fucking shark bit off half your foot!" Then her tone softened. "Besides, our plans are only postponed. Now we can save up for an even more perfect wedding."

I smiled at her amazed. I had no idea what good I'd done in my life to deserve a woman so beautiful, positive and strong; not to mention a sexual appetite that was stronger than my own and a willingness to push boundaries when the mood struck her. I'd do anything for her. If she'd told me right then and there that we'd never bring another girl into our sex lives again, I would have agreed and been perfectly happy. Of course, I knew that wasn't going to happen again after the weekend we'd had with Camille. I think it was different with her than with Tracy, though, because Camille was family; which seems a little backwards if you think about it. Granted, it wasn't incest for her, but it was for me; that's not to say I didn't enjoy fucking my cousin, I enjoyed that very much. I almost enjoyed it as much as fucking Jamie. 

"You're not weirded out about us fucking your cousin, are you?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I was just thinking about how great it was actually," I chuckled.

"Oh were you?" she asked in a teasing, seductive voice, getting up out of her seat. She looked down my body and saw the tent was beginning to pitch through my hospital gown and the thin sheet I kept over my lower half. "Maybe I should take care of this for you," she offered, which made my cock shoot up the rest of the way. 

"Please," I playfully begged.

Jamie leaned over and kissed me, her tongue snaking its way into my mouth. Her hand slid under the sheet and began to stroke my cock through my hospital gown. Underneath my gown I was completely naked since the only clothes I'd been wearing were my board shorts. Jamie's tongue darted around in my mouth as mine tried to pin hers down in a dance-like game.

She pulled the hospital gown up and her hand finally grasped my cock. I sighed through my nose as our lips were locked together and reached up and squeezed one of her tits I loved so much. I massaged it through the thin fabric of her black tank top. Then I ran my hand down her side, found the hem of her shirt and then slid my hand inside, running it up her flat stomach. I wasn't totally surprised to find she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, but I was pleased she wasn't. As soon as my hand made contact with the soft skin of her breast, her perky nipples hardened; I could see the other one trying to poke through her tank top. She stopped kissing me for a brief moment to pull her top off. I once again marveled at the sight of her naked body. 

"You always have the same look on your face when you see these," Jamie teased, cupping her beautiful breasts for me.

I looked her in the eye. "It's like seeing them for the first time, every time," I told her. "It's like that when I see you clothed or not."

She smiled and looked like she might cry, but we were both too horny for that now. Instead, she planted her mouth on mine, pulling my tongue into her mouth with her lips and sucking on it like a small cock. I fumbled with the buttons of her shorts as we made out heavily, her hand still on my rigid cock, jerking me off. Finally the button released, she then reached down and unzipped her shorts. Breaking our kiss, Jamie hastily shoved her shorts off and then climbed onto the bed, straddling me. She grabbed my cock, aimed it for her pussy and then dropped down on it almost violently. We both gasped as we finally reconnected sexually again. 

Jamie fell forward, mashing her lips against mine as she pulled at my hospital gown frantically. When she finally got a hold of enough of it, she pulled it up and over my head, seeing as it was tied off in the back, and then tossed it behind her. Arching her back, Jamie squeezed one of her breasts with one hand and began rubbing her clit with the other as she rode my cock. I held her just above her hips, pulling her down as I gently bucked my hips into hers. I watched as her free tit jiggled with each impact of our pelvises shook her body. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy as she let out small moans and whimpers of pleasure.

Her moans grew more rapid as her orgasm quickly built; quicker than ever before. And since I never got to finish at the beach, and the fact I'd been out for God knows how long, it wasn't long before I began my orgasm as well. I felt the pressure rising up my cock, threatening to burst and paint her insides white with cum. Jamie rode me faster, squeezing and pulling on her nipple while furiously attacking her clit. Her pussy suddenly clenched my throbbing member as her juices exploded over my stiff rod; her orgasm triggered the climax of my own and I shot stream after stream of sperm into her womb. She collapsed on top of me, nuzzling her head into the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, holding her tight against me chest. 

"That was hot," we heard Camille say from the doorway.

We turned our heads in her direction with very satisfied smiles on our faces. I stretched my arm out for her and then she turned and shut the door again before crossing the room and taking my hand. She held up the large plastic bag containing our dinner as she flashed a cheesy smile at us. Jamie kissed me on the cheek and then crawled off of me to put her clothes back on so we could eat our dinner; also, it was one thing to be caught naked while fucking rather than eating a meal. In my case, I just pulled the sheet up over my lower half. I'd decided to just tell whatever nurse came in that I was uncomfortable in the gown. 

"Your mom was planning to come by in the morning with some other clothes for you so you don't have stay in that awkward gown," Camille said as she pulled over the rolling table to put my meal on.

"Great," I said. "I hate that thing."

"I don't blame you," she said as she opened up the Styrofoam container, revealing my steak, mashed potatoes and hot cinnamon apples. 

"This looks amazing, sweetie, thanks," I said and leaned towards her. She leaned back and kissed me on the lips. 

"You're welcome," she said and then pulled over a chair from the wall to eat her chicken salad. Jamie dug into her Monterey chicken meal with steamed broccoli and hot cinnamon apples (I know, she's a little healthier than me; trust me, she changed that about me once we got married). 

The meal was the best thing I'd tasted since Jamie's tongue was in my mouth a few minutes before. We were pretty silent as we ate our meal; I hadn't realized just how hungry I was until I smelled the food. I cleaned off that Styrofoam container of all its contents, lest the juice from the steak. Once I was finished, I fell back against the pillows behind me, exhausted from fucking Jamie and then the great meal afterwards. 

"You look tired," Jamie stated.

"I am," I confessed.

"Well, I hope you're not offended if I go home and shower," she said and then looked out the window. "Oh my gosh, I didn't realize how late it was."

"I can stay with him tonight, especially since I'm leaving in the morning to go back home," Camille offered.

"Is that okay with you?" Jamie asked, a little worried I might be upset if she went home to sleep in her own bed.

"That's fine, baby. Go get some rest. You can come see me tomorrow. You need to work, too, anyway," I assured her.

She smiled and then kissed me deeply. "I love you, text or call me if you need anything."

I looked at Camille and then back at Jamie again. "I think I'll be okay," I said.

Jamie rolled her eyes at me. "Pervert."

"Slut," I retorted and she laughed.

"Do you have a ride in the morning?" Jamie asked Camille as she gathered her things.

"I can call a cab," she said.

"No! I can come get you. Besides, it gives me another excuse to see Jason."

"You need one?" I asked offended.

Jamie rolled her eyes again. "You're a real brat sometimes you know."

"But you love me."

She smiled warmly. "I do."

"And I love you," I told her.

"See you tomorrow," she promised and then left.

"So, it's just the two of us," I said, my eyes locking on hers.

"I know I saw you two going at it, but I'm not sure it's the best idea with you in your condition."

I looked down at my crotch and saw my dick rising again. "You mean horny?"

Camille laughed. "You are a pervert."

"No, you're just my hot fucking cousin," I told her.

"As great as it's been, it's still a little weird. Besides, we're in a hospital, what do you think will happen if we get caught?" she whispered.

"If the nurse is hot, invite her to join us, as long as she's more into you than me, of course. I don't want to touch another girl without Jamie's permission. She has to approve of the girl."

"You two have such a weird relationship."

"What? Open and honest? We do everything together, even sex with others. The time with Tracy, as you know, wasn't exactly within our realm of control."

"True," she admitted. "But, don't either of you get jealous?"

I shrugged. "Only enough to take it out on the other by fucking a little rougher."

Camille shook her head. "It's still so weird to hear you talk like that. You've always been so reserved; it's one of the qualities I liked most about you," she told me.

"Is it? I'm sorry, sweetie. I can be different with you than I am with Jamie. All you had to do was tell me."

"I know, I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner. Although, I'll admit that when you talk like that with Jamie, and she gives it right back, it sounds less vulgar and just plain hot. It's weird to have that conflict of wishing you talked more like you but being turned on by your dirty talking with her," she said.

"Well, I promise to be the guy you want me to be when I'm with you. I care more about your satisfaction than my own."

"And that's what makes you a wonderful lover," she said leaning across my left side to kiss me again. 

Her lips gently met mine, slowly pressing firmer until our mouths were forced to open to bring ourselves closer together. Our tongues seemed to embrace as they met in our open mouths. I ran my fingers through her, soft, thick hair.

"Oh!" we heard a nurse cry from the doorway. "I'm so sorry," she said before trying to retreat.

"No, it's okay!" Camille said, quickly breaking our kiss and falling back into her chair. 

The nurse turned back towards us, her face flushed and red with embarrassment. 

"I should have knocked," she said. "I didn't think anyone was here so late."

"I hope it's okay that I'm here," she said.

"It doesn't bother me any. Some of the nurses are a little bitchy, but I'm in charge overnight, so if they give you problems, you tell them Clara said it was okay," she said kindly. "Now, if I can just check his vitals and such, I'll be out of your way in a flash and you can get back to what you were doing," she winked at Camille, which made her blush brightly; it was so cute.

"You're too kind," Camille said as Clara performed her routine of checking vitals and the monitoring equipment off the sides of my bed. 

"The nurses don't think so, but thank you, dear," she said and then patted my good leg. "If you need anything, just hit the nurse's button on the side there," she instructed, pointing at a small panel of buttons on the side of my bed.

"Do you mind if I climb in and cuddle with him?" Camille asked.

"You can do what you want. Nobody should be by to bother you for a couple hours," she said with a wink and then left the room. Camille thanked her as she left and Clara just gave her a wave without looking back; she even shut the door behind her.

Camille quickly got up and climbed into the bed with me, cuddling under the thin sheet covering my naked body. I scooted over as much as I could and held her close to me. To be honest, if we'd stayed that way all night, I would have been happy. I loved my cousin and just enjoyed her being close; we didn't have to be fucking to feel close. But don't you worry, we didn't just cuddle all night. 

After just a few short minutes of cuddling with Camille lightly dragging her nails over my bare chest and my caressing her slender shoulder, she looked up at me and pressed her lips against mine again. Camille wasn't one to just jump right back into what we were doing; it had to happen naturally for her. 

My dick began to grow again as our kissing grew more and more passionate and our bodies pressed closer together. She rolled over on top of me, still clothed in her cute little pink sundress. I shoved the bed sheet off of us and then began to run my hands up and down her smooth thighs up to her nice little ass, pulling the bottom of her dress up her body as I did. As I fondled her smooth, lithe body, she grinded her hips into mine, rubbing her thong-clad pussy into my naked dick. I continued to run my hands further and further up her body, slowly pulling the dress up to her shoulders all the while. Her skin was silky and hot to the touch, and the closer I got to disrobing her, the more passionate her kisses grew. Both of her hands were on my face, pulling me tighter against hers as our tongues moved from dancing to wrestling within our mouths. 

Soon her dress was bunched up around her shoulders and she was forced to break our kiss. She sat up, crushing my throbbing rod between our pelvises, and pulled her salmon-pink dress up and over her head, tossing it aside. I watched as it fell gracefully to the floor; even her clothing was graceful like her. I quickly returned my eyes to her beautiful breasts that were now exposed. I reached up and took both mounds into my hands and began to gently massage them. She pressed her hands against the back of mine, adding more pressure to her tits. As she did this, she rubbed her dampening pussy against my rock hard cock. I looked down at where our pelvises met and saw just how wet she was making the pink thong she wore; I quickly recognized it as one of Jamie's. It made sense to me because Camille was never one to approve of such undergarments. She looked so damn sexy as the thin strings of the thong hugged her perfectly round hips and disappeared behind her back. 

"Sweetie, turn around, I want to see how this thong looks from behind," I requested.

She smiled down at me and obeyed my command. I reluctantly released her tits and she lifted her hips off of mine to turn herself around. Once she had her back to me I saw what would be the sexiest of all whale tales if she'd been wearing pants. The string of the thong hugged her round ass cheeks and vanished inside of her delectable bubble butt. I reached out and took a hold of her waist and pulled her down on me, once again crushing my cock that was ready to fuck between our bodies. I grabbed the thong and began to pull it over her round ass. Camille lay down so her feet were in my face and her face was at my feet. She closed her legs enough for me to pull the pink thong off of her body. I pressed the sexy underwear against my face and sniffed deeply, taking in the sweet yet musky scent of her sex. It almost made my blow my load right then. 

Camille then pressed her feet into the pillow behind my head and began sliding her body back and forth, rubbing her dripping pussy against my cock. It was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen as her ass clenched and relaxed with each change of direction. As she began to grind her naked pussy into my throbbing cock, she started to suck on my left big toe. For a moment I was upset about the fact that half of my right foot was missing so she couldn't suck on that toe, but the thought soon vanished as her tongue wrapped around each toe individually, one at a time. I'd never had a foot fetish before, but I think if Camille was the one giving the ministrations, I could develop one. My cock twitched, threatening to blow my load as she sucked on my toes. 

I soon realized she probably wanted the same done to her, so in our (sort of) 69 position, with our genitalia rubbing against each other, we took our time sucking on each of the other's toes. I found I enjoyed sucking on her toes just as much as she seemed to enjoy sucking on mine. I learned just how much it turned her on because I felt a sudden increase in pressure from her pussy as it grinded into my cock harder and harder. As I moved on to her left foot, her body shuddered and my cock was suddenly soaked in her juices. I'd made her cum from sucking her toes! This was a first for me. And she'd done it without much more than a whimper, but I could tell from the way she'd stopped sucking my toes and pressed her face into the mattress, she was just trying to be as quiet as possible.

She pulled her feet from my grasp and looked back at me, now on all fours. "I wish you could fuck me like this," she said desperately. "But, I need you inside me anyway."

"I want to be inside you, love," I said softly.

With her most beautiful smile, she grabbed my rock hard member and aimed it for her pussy. She sat back on it, impaling her with her back still to me in a reverse cowgirl position. I got Jamie in one direction and Camille, later on, in the other. It was fantastic, I'll tell you what!

Camille arched her back, sticking her ass out towards me as she began to ride my cock slowly. I used every ounce of my strength to hold back my orgasm, as I was close. I don't know if I ever mentioned this, but Camille has the sexiest back I've ever seen, also. Jamie might have more of an ass, which I love, but Camille's slender back, with her slight tan, and the tattoo on her left shoulder (a quote from something I didn't bother to read in that moment), was to die for. She had every porn star I'd ever seen, even my favorite girl, Dillion Harper, beat in sexiness. And if I found her this sexy, just imagine how much more so I found Jamie, who was truly the love of my life.

Anyway, I digress. Camille soon picked up her pace and began riding my cock for all it was worth. She barely held back her screams as she came once again, and I surprised myself in holding back still. When she came down from her climax some, I stopped her from continuing to ride me and asked her to turn back around because I wanted to see her face and look into her eyes when I finally came. 

She happily gave in to my request and pulled off of my cock slowly; the cold air from the hospital room was a shock for a moment, but Camille didn't let it last long. She turned around and impaled herself with my spear of a cock again. I reached up for her and pulled her into me. I wanted to feel her body against mine and make love instead of fuck. She was leaving to go back to her husband in Washington for God knows how long and I wanted this night to be memorable.

She laid down, stretching her legs out behind her, though still straddling mine to keep her pussy spread comfortably. Her arms found their way around my body as I pulled her in close, kissing her deeply.

"I love you, Camille," I told her, leaving out the cousin part this time. I wanted her to feel like we were just two people and not related, for at least tonight. 

"I love you too, Jason," she said, almost tearing up. I'd made both of my women come close to tears today, and just from such simple but honest claims of love. 




Jamie Ch. 21



"I want this night to be special and memorable since I don't know when I'll see you next. That's what I requested you to turn back around."

"You are such a lovesick romantic, you know that?" she said.

I grinned at her. "I do know that," I said and pressed my lips against hers, kissing her gently as I slowly lifted my hips against hers, sliding my cock that final inch into her pussy. 

"I wish I could roll you over and really make love to you," I told her. "But just being this close to you is enough for me."

"Stop it," she said, a tear actually rolling down her cheek this time. "You're going to make me cry, and a girl crying during sex isn't a good thing," she added. 

"I'm sorry, sweetie, I just love you so much," I said and she shut me up with her mouth pressed tightly against mine. She slowly slid her body up and down mine, my cock filling her pussy completely. I matched her rhythm with my own thrusts, slowly making love to her with her on top. With one hand I gently rubbed her back while the other caressed her beautiful ass. Then I reached down with both hands and squeezed that perfection, pressing her tighter against me. We barely picked up the pace, wanting to make this last as long as possible. I didn't pay attention to the time, but it felt like hours were passing by as she built into climax after climax. After her fourth one, with only slight variations of speed and pressure, I finally allowed my cock to have its own reprieve of pressure. 

Knowing I was nearing my end, Camille decided to sit up and ride my cock harder. She bent her knees and sat on my throbbing shaft. I reached up and squeezed her perfect tits, alternating between the entire breast and pinching and twisting her pink little nipples. When I finally reached the point of no return, I pulled her back down, bent my knees, which caused pain in my right (half) foot which I ignored, and began pounding into her pussy. Our lips mashed together, our tongues flailing wildly together as our breathing became ragged and out of control. The world disappeared and all that was left was me and Camille, floating in space as our lower halves crashed almost violently, but very passionately, into each other. No words came out of her mouth as she pulled her face off of mine and then buried it into my pillow. But she did muffle a loud scream as I exploded into her sex, which caused a chain reaction orgasm for her. Our bodies shook uncontrollably as I continued to explode into her for a few more seconds, emptying the largest load I'd ever released into her. 

Completely spent, we collapsed together on the bed, trying desperately to control our breathing. It took a full ten minutes for either of us to be able to speak again.

"That was fucking amazing," Camille gasped, my cock still deep inside her, reluctant to soften. "Are you still hard?"

"I will be for a moment, it doesn't go soft right away."

"But, it's been ten minutes!" she said.

"Has it?"

She nodded. 

"What should we do about it?" I asked.

"You're a fucking animal tonight!" she cried but she sat up and began gyrating her hips with my pole deep inside her pussy. 

"Maybe getting bit by a shark made me a superhuman fucking mutant!" I joked and she laughed, but it didn't distract her from continuing to grind her hips into my pelvis, rotating my cock in circles, pressing it against every wall of her pussy. 

"Oh shit," we heard a girl say from the doorway. 

We temporarily stopped fucking to look at the surprised guest at the door.

"Meagan?" I said.

"Wait, what?" she said, stopping herself from leaving. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked; Camille slowly began to gyrate her hips as Meagan approached.

"Well, unfortunately the client I was providing home hospice care for passed away last night, so I got transferred here. What the hell happened to you?" she asked, finally reaching the side of my bed. I reached out and grabbed her ass. "Not here," she scolded, but didn't do anything to stop me. 

"Sorry," I said, giving her a fake apology. "I lost half of my right foot to a shark," I told her.

"What?!" she said and then looked at my foot and then her clipboard. "No shit, Meagan," she said to herself. "Sorry, it's been a long day and I'm almost done with my rounds. I only have two more rooms left. I should go check them, but as soon as I'm off the clock, I'll come back, okay?"

"Okay," I said and then grabbed her hand before she could walk away. I pulled her close and kissed her on the lips. She happily returned it with some tongue.

"I'll be right back," she promised and then quickly left the room.

"Now, where were we?" I said to Camille.

Her smile spread widely as she increased her gyrations. "We should call Jamie," she said. 

"Good idea. I don't trust texting anymore," I laughed. 

Camille stopped rotating her hips, but didn't pull off of me as she reached for her phone she'd left on the rolling table I'd eaten my dinner on. She scrolled through her contacts and then resumed her sexy rotations of her hips, adding squeezing my cock with her pussy to her talents. 

"Hey, sexy," Camille said when Jamie answered. "Yeah, he has a question for you, I think. Meagan is the attending nurse right now, but she's almost off her shift...yeah, here he is."

"Hey, baby," I said as Camille held the phone to my ear so I could continue to fondle her breasts with one hand and rub her clit with the other. 

"So, are you asking for permission to fuck Meagan again?" she asked.

"I wanted to hear it with your voice; I no longer trust texting," I told her.

Jamie laughed. "You're lucky you're recovering for a horrific injury or else I'd demand I be there too, but I'm exhausted and need to rest before work tomorrow," she said.

"So, is that a yes?" I chuckled.

"Have fun, Jason. I trust you and know that I'm the most important girl in your life."

"I love you," I said sincerely, also looking into Camille's eyes as I said it to both of them.

Camille smiled down at me and I could hear the smile in Jamie's voice as she told me she loved me too and then said goodnight. I set the phone on the rolling table and then pulled Camille closer to me so I could kiss her properly as she continued to rock her hips back and forth on my cock. She only stopped to give me access to her body as I trailed kisses down her neck, licking her collarbone on the way to her soft tits. I took one nipple into my mouth, causing her to whimper lustfully. 

Just then, Meagan returned, locking the door behind her. Camille and I slowed down to watch her as she pulled off her scrubs top and dropped it on the cold, tile floor. She then reached behind her and unclasped her bra, freeing her full tits. They bounced with each step as she made her way towards us. Camille sat back on my cock to watch Meagan strip down to nothing the closer she got. She kicked off her white flats and then stopped to quickly remove her socks. Next she pulled down her scrubs bottoms and then did a little spin in place to show off her sexy black thong. I wondered how often she wore thongs considering she seemed completely unaware that I was going to be one of her patients.

She then removed the tiny underwear and took the last two steps between her and the bed. I reached out and placed two fingers inside her pussy as she stared down at me lustfully. She had more of a fire in her eye than she had that morning I'd fucked her in front of Jamie and Camille. She bent over with my fingers up her slit and shoved her large tits in my face. I took one into my mouth and sucked like my life depended on it while mauling the other one with my free hand. Camille resumed her riding my cock but at a quicker pace this time, obviously turned on by watching me and Meagan. 

After a minute or two, Meagan stood up straight again and looked at Camille. No smiles were exchanged, just looks of desire before they pressed their lips together and began to make out. I increased my speed and pressure on Meagan's pussy as Camille continued to rock her hips on my cock. I was impressed by my own stamina as I hadn't actually cum yet since Camille and I had started fucking for a second time. I could have sworn I was getting close, but I'd found a way to hold it off when Meagan arrived. I wanted to save my load for her. 

The girls broke their kissing and whispered something to each other, nodding with big smiles once they finished. Camille then pulled off of my cock and then crawled her way up my body until she planted her knees on either side of my head and shoved her perfectly shaved pussy in my face. I immediately began to eat her out, tasting my cum still inside her pussy. Surprisingly it didn't bother me; in fact, it turned me on even more as I remembered fucking Camille to put it there. Then, I felt something tight slowly sink down on my cock. It took some effort to slide down my shaft, so I wondered if it was Meagan's ass rather than her pussy. 

"That's it, Meg," I heard Camille say. "Ride his cock with your ass," she confirmed my suspicions. 

I closed my eyes and smiled as I attacked Camille's pussy some more. She rocked her hips into my face and I reached up and held her tight little ass, pressing her tighter into my face as I buried my tongue deeper inside of her. Soon both girls were moaning in pleasure, almost harmonizing with each other. In a short couple of minutes, I felt Meagan shudder on my cock as her first orgasm spread throughout her beautiful body. Then shortly after that, Camille almost suffocated me as she smashed her pussy into my face, exploding a mixture of my cum and hers all over my face. When her orgasm subsided, she crawled down off of the bed and cleaned my face with her tongue. 

"Mmm," she said. "We tasted good together."

I pulled her face into mine and kissed her deeply. "You're right," I agreed, breaking our kiss temporarily. Then I felt my balls tighten as my own climax was about to take over. Camille backed away as I reached for Meagan's wide hips and began to fuck her wildly, pulling her down on my cock as I thrust up into her ass. She began to scream, so Camille rushed to the foot of the bed and began making out with her to muffle the screams. We didn't want her getting fired for fucking me due to the noise, even if she was off the clock. As my cock finally exploded into her lovely, shapely ass, her second orgasm raked through her body stronger than the first one. When it was over, she fell back against me and I held her close, massaging her buxom breasts. Camille cuddled up next to me on my right and then my cock finally went limp once Meagan pulled off of me and cuddled my left side. We soon drifted off to sleep, all three of us completely spent from an amazing fuck session. Maybe spending some time in the hospital wouldn't be so bad.



Jamie Ch. 22



When I woke the next morning, Meagan was gone. I later found out she'd gone to get cleaned up and changed into fresh scrubs to start her shift. Camille came out of the small bathroom in my hospital room fully dressed and ready to go to the airport. 

"Good morning, beautiful," I said, inclining my bed to talk to her better.

"Good morning, stud," she said, crossing the room. She kissed me lovingly on the lips, but held back, knowing it'd lead to more if she didn't. I didn't blame her since she had a flight to catch in a couple hours. 

"Is Jamie on her way?" I asked, holding her around the waist, softly caressing the skin just above her left hip after sneaking my fingers between her white, sleeveless top and her pink, loose-hanging, knee-length skirt. 

"Yeah, she just texted me to say she was on her way up from the parking structure."

"I'm going to miss you," I told her.

"I'm going to miss you, too. But I really miss Michael. I can't wait to be with him."

I smiled at her. "I hope everything works out with you two. Just remember to be open and honest about everything, especially in the bedroom."

She grinned at me. "I'll try to lead him into the things you and I did together. I just hope he doesn't figure out what we did," she said.

"If he does and can't accept you, you're always welcome in our home," I told her as Jamie walked into the room.

"That's right," Jamie confirmed, joining Camille at the side of my bed. Jamie ran her fingers through Camille's curly hair and then kissed her gently on the lips. "You're always welcome in our bed too," she said with a wink.

"I'm going to miss you guys so much," Camille said, nearly crying. 

"Hey, we'll visit as much as possible," Jamie promised. "Jason's working for my dad, and I'm kind of his favorite," she laughed. "So, I'm sure he'll let us take a trip any time we like. Besides, you'll be back for our wedding once Jason's healed up and walking again. Plus, I think our honeymoon was supposed to be a road trip up the coast, right?" she asked me for confirmation.

"That's right. Man, I'm going to have to relearn how to drive," I complained, realizing it was my right foot that'd gotten bitten in half. Fucking shark.

Camille bent down and kissed me on the cheek. "You'll do great in physical therapy," she said encouragingly.

"Thanks," I said. "Well, don't let me keep you. Go catch your flight. Let me know how things go with Michael when you get home, okay?"

"I promise I will," she said and then gave me a strong goodbye kiss, slipping her tongue in my mouth briefly before pulling away. "I love you," she said.

"I love you, too," I said and then pinched her ass playfully, making her scream and then laugh. 

"Brat," she said, swatting my arm.

"Totally worth it," I said and then slapped her ass as she walked away. 

She pointed at me threateningly and then waved with a sad face as she walked out the door. Jamie stepped up and gave me a deeper kiss than Camille had just given me a minute before. 

"I'll be back to check on you, okay? Maybe make up for not being here last night if we can get away with it," she said and then kissed me. 

"I'm looking forward to it," I said and then she left the room but not before kissing me and squeezing my soft cock as she did. It began to slowly come to life as she left, which frustrated me, but I knew she'd take care of me later.

I only spent a few more days in the hospital before starting my physical therapy. I had a great therapist who helped me learn how to use the prosthetic half of a foot they attached to me. The only unfortunate thing was, he was a guy. I think the head nurse made sure of that after allowing the explicit activity that went on in my room while I was in there. Even though she was nice to me, she seemed to look forward to me leaving and thought that if I had a female physical therapist, especially the one they had on staff, then I'd drag my feet (so to speak) in my progress. She was probably right, especially since Meagan was her backup. I never would have fucked the actual therapist, unless Jamie suggested we bring her into a threesome first. I think I saw a hint of disappointment when she saw her and then saw the guy who was instructing me. 

Oh well, we couldn't fuck everybody, right? Anyway, I hadn't heard from Camille for about a month before I decided to call her after my therapy session one day. When she answered, she sounded out of breath, like she'd been running or working out.

"Hey, you," she said.

"Hey, I'm guessing things are okay with you and Michael? I haven't heard from you in a while."

"I know, I'm so sorry. Things are great, actually. You'll never guess what happened when I came home."

"Tell me," I said, settling in on the couch at home. I'd been released the day before. 

"I walked in on him with another girl," she said in a much more excited voice than I thought appropriate for finding out he'd been cheating on her (but then again, she'd been cheating on him with me and Jamie). 

"Okay," I said, confused.

"It was his extremely hot cousin, Britney," she said.

That's when it all made sense. "Ah, okay. So, what happened?"

"Well, he looked freaked out at first but when I told him it was okay, he gawked at me like I was completely insane. So, I told him what happened between you and me, and then told him Jamie was involved and even Meagan a little, he continued to gawk at me. And then I saw that big ole smile of his I'd missed for a while and things have been great ever since. Well, as soon as I began making out with Britney in front of him, then began to eat her pussy out while he fucked my ass. It was amazing, Jason!"

"I am so happy for you," I told her. "Who would have thought that our family was harboring sex addicts?" I laughed.

Camille laughed too. "Right? Well, you kinda interrupted us...all three of us, so I better get back to Michael and Britney."

"Okay, I love you, cousin!"

"Love you more!" she said and then hung up.

"Camille and Michael doing well?" Jamie asked, walking out of our room. 

"Yeah, she..." I was stopped in my tracks as Jamie rounded the couch wearing a red, silk teddy that barely covered her ass. 

"She, what?" she asked in such a sexy, seductive voice, I'd completely forgotten what we were talking about.

"I don't remember," I told her.

"That's too bad," she said, bending over, planting both of her hands on either side of my head on the back cushions of the couch. She slowly bent her arms as she leaned into me, her face coming closer and closer to mine. Her tongue slid across her red lips. I looked down and saw her tits hanging inside the loose fabric of the silky number she wore; she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were already hard, ready to be sucked. I lifted my hands up and rubbed her freshly shaved, smooth legs from her knees up her thighs. I ran my hands back down to her sexy calves slowly, enjoying the feel of her beautiful legs again. I felt like it'd been so long since we were last together in this intimate way. My physical therapy, though it'd been going great and I was doing well, wore me out and Jamie never pushed me for sex (even though I was a little disappointed by it). Tonight we were obviously making up for lost time.

I ran my hands back up her legs again, this time slipping them under her sexy red garment. I felt the tiny waistband of her underwear, but didn't pull them down. Instead, I ran my hands along her hips to her perfect bubble butt and learned that it was a thong. I squeezed her ass cheeks and pulled her into me by the waist. She bent her knees and straddled my lap and softly grinded her barely covered pussy into my crotch, which was still clothed in cargo shorts and my boxer-briefs, but it still felt amazing. She placed her cool, soft hands on my face and then leaned in to kiss me. Our lips touched and then parted open, sending a jolt of lightning throughout our bodies. Her tongue found mine and they began wrestling with each other like long lost lovers. 

Pulling her tighter into me, I felt the heat of her sex on my belly. My cock grew hard and began to press into her ass through the layers of clothing. I grabbed the hem of her teddy and lifted it up to her shoulders. She broke our kiss and lifted her arms so I could pull it up over her head; I discarded it to the couch cushion on my left, right before I reached up and squeezed both of her full tits. Jamie gasped at my touch and then grabbed me by the back of the head and forced my face between her gorgeous breasts. I kissed and licked the valley between her mounds for a minute before turning my head to the right to give attention to her left breast. 

She released her hold on my head enough so I could take her beautiful, white, creamy tit into my mouth, sucking in as much of it as I could. My tongue slid selfishly over her eraser-sized nipple. I felt her hips slowly begin to grind into me more and then I felt her hands slide down my back and begin pulling up my shirt, finally. When it got caught on my armpits, I pulled off of her breast and lifted my arms so she could pull it off of me. Once I was free of the T-shirt, she tossed it behind her and I returned my attention to her beautiful breast. She wrapped her arms tight around my shoulders and began to groan in pleasure, skillfully grinding her hips into me all the while. 

When I left her breast to give the other one some attention, she quickly shoved her hands between our bodies and began fumbling with my belt until she had it undone. Once it was free of my tan cargo shorts, she tossed it somewhere behind her and out of sight for now. I tried to suck and lick her neglected tit, but she began to unbutton my shorts next; I had no complaints, so I fell back into the couch cushion. She removed herself from my lap and sat with her knees bent on the cushion next to me, where her silky red teddy was, and then finished the job of removing my shorts, pulling my boxer briefs off as well. Then from there, she bent over the rest of the way and took my poll into her mouth and began greedily bobbing her head up and down the shaft. Her tongue worked quickly, lathering me up with her saliva. 

As she continued to give me one of the best blowjobs I'd ever received from her, I ran my left hand down her back, from shoulder to ass, slipping my hand into her tiny thong before pressing my middle finger against her asshole. Her mouth tightened on my dick as I massaged her brown eye. I then slipped that finger past her ass and into her hot, wet pussy, lathering my finger up with her juices. Once I thought it would be lubed up enough, I slid my finger back up to her asshole and pressed against it again. Her mouth tightened around the head of my cock, where she'd had her lips as she licked my crown, and she relaxed her ass as much as she could to allow my finger access. I slipped my finger in up to the second knuckle fairly quickly and began to wiggle it around, feeling the walls of her tight ass. 

Jamie worked my cock even faster as I finger fucked her asshole. I pulled my middle finger out and replaced it with my thumb as I leaned over slightly to be able to reach farther. I then slipped my ring and middle fingers into her sopping wet pussy and began finger fucking both holes.

Jamie briefly pulled her face off of my cock. "OH, fuck!" she cried and then muffled her cries with my prick once again. She moaned and groaned with her mouth full of cock as she sucked me off like a pro. Finally she'd decided enough was enough and then glared at me. I couldn't tell if she wanted to kill me or fuck me for a moment, but she quickly straddled me, pulled the fabric covering her pussy aside and impaled herself roughly with my cock.

"FUCK!" we shouted together. I sat forward, pressing my face into her shoulder as I felt her chin on mine with the side of her head pressed against my own. We held each other tightly, savoring the feeling of our sex organs reconnected for the first time in what seemed forever. 

"Just hold me a minute," she whimpered into my ear. "I just want to feel you inside of me again. God I feel so full," she said. "I haven't had more than a small vibrator or a tongue in my pussy in so long."

During my physical therapy, we hadn't been together intimately because of how much the activities had worn me out and caused me pain. Jamie was loving and full of understanding the whole time, but today she'd taken a chance and man was I glad she had. I'd missed being intimate with her, and I felt like this was just what I needed; what we both needed. I was getting better with my prosthetic and was beginning to feel like I could do more; so, if Jamie hadn't come out in that sexy outfit, I'd been planning to attack her in the bedroom myself. 

"A tongue?" I asked.

She looked at me sheepishly. "I'll show you later, for now, I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked me before," she begged.

I wasn't one to argue with a beautiful, naked woman, so with my cock buried deep inside her pussy already, I thrust my hips into her and she gasped. With each thrust of my hips I slid my ass closer to the edge of the couch so she could ride me easier. Once I was reclined enough, she began to gyrate her hips, pressing my cock against each wall of her pussy in turn. Then she began to rise up and down slowly, still keeping her hips in a circular motion as she did. This was a new move I hadn't experienced with her. Holy shit did it feel good. Her hot sex swallowed me up with a tighter grip than her mouth had. I rubbed her shapely thighs as she beautifully rode my rigid staff. 

Closing my eyes, I took her right breast into my mouth and began licking and sucking the beautiful tit that had been ignored earlier. She gasped again, relishing the feel of my ministrations to her perfect tit. I wrapped my arms around her smooth back and then stood up quickly with her pussy still wrapped tightly around my throbbing cock; I unfortunately had to release her right tit from my mouth, though. She clamped her legs around my waist, locking her ankles together. Then she began to use her legs to rise up and down on my cock as I stood up with her. I was amazed at myself for being able to stand with her clinging to my body, let alone allowing her to bounce on my hard prick. 

"Holy shit, you're so deep inside me," she gasped as she rode me in a steady rhythm. I turned towards the couch, feeling my strength begin to wan. With her still hanging on my body I placed one knee onto the couch against the backrest, and then pulled my right leg up (which was the one with the prosthetic on my foot) and then held her there as I planted my mouth onto hers. I grabbed one of the pillows from the center of the couch and tossed it to the other end. I then leaned forward, still kissing her, as I began to lower our bodies onto the couch. If my core had been stronger, I would have kept us moving slower, but my abs and legs gave out and I fell on top of her, still balls deep in her cunt. 

We both grunted loudly as our bodies slammed into the soft couch, which were followed my laughs and giggles from the two of us. 

"That hurt so good," she cooed and then began kissing me again as I began to pull my cock out of her pussy and slide it back in again slowly, thoroughly enjoying every feeling that went with it. We gradually began to pick up the pace and intensity as I changed up my strokes into her from time to time: sometimes slow, long thrusts; short fast ones; rough, deep ones where I tried to force myself in deeper; and then times where I would just hold myself deep inside her, pressing our pelvises together as tight as possible.

After being apart sexually for so long (a few long weeks), we didn't want to change positions. We wanted to be able to look in each other's eyes and kiss as much as possible for the reunion of our bodies. We felt our souls connect as we continued to make love in the simple, but amazing missionary position. She ran her fingers through my hair and down my back, lightly scratching my skin like I enjoyed. We kissed deeply, fucking each other's mouths with our tongues. I squeezed and massaged her tits one at a time as I thrust my cock deep into her over and over again. 

After what seemed hours, and after she'd experienced two minor orgasms, my own orgasm began to build up in my balls. I'd been holding it off as much as I could, desiring to make our first time together again last as long as possible. But we were both nearing our end at this point, and were ready for the release that was about to come. I pushed my torso up off of hers and began to fuck her for all I was worth. Her eyes never left mine as she began to go from moans and groans to gasps and, soon, screaming. Obscenities flew from both our mouths as we neared our climaxes simultaneously; we almost drowned out the sound of skin slapping against skin as we fucked. 

"Fill me up! Fill me with your cum. I want to feel it explode inside of me!" she demanded and I complied, finally reaching my end as I blasted stream after stream of hot, sticky cum into her tight pussy. My blasts into her cunt triggered her own orgasm and she arched her back, pressing her tight stomach into mine. I continued to fuck her until I was totally spent and then collapsed on top of her, both of us gasping for air. Her arms wrapped tightly around my body, and I never attempted to pull my still hard cock from her pussy as we lay there together, trying to catch our breath. 

"I missed you," she said.

"I missed you, too. It feels so good to be home again," I said with double meaning, which she picked up on. 

We laid there barely talking for a few minutes until our breathing returned to normal. It was then we realized I was still hard. 

"You're still ready to go?" she asked.

I looked down at our joint bodies. "I guess so," I said, almost feeling like we'd just started and then slowly began to thrust into her tight body as we laid on our sides, facing each other. 

"Physical therapy was good to you," she laughed. 

I looked over my body and had to agree. When we'd first reunited in Tennessee, I had a bit of a gut, but she hadn't seemed to care. Over the next few weeks, our sexual activities had definitely given me the exercise my body needed and began to trim me down. But, after the time spent in the hospital and the limited food I was given there, plus the physical work they put me through, I, for the first time in my life, had the beginnings of a six pack growing. My arms and chest were even more defined as I'd had to use my upper body so much to keep my balance as I learned to walk with half of a prosthetic foot. I still had a slight limp as I walked, but most people wouldn't notice unless they were paying close attention.

"I guess it was good for me," I agreed. "Let's see just how good it really was," I said and pulled out of her. I flipped her over and she got on all fours. I yanked her thong down off of her hips and down to her knees. She lifted one knee and I pulled the tiny fabric over it, then she repeated the motion with her other so I could finally free her ass and pussy of the thong (not that I needed to with how little it actually covered). I then lined my cock up with her pussy and rubbed the tip against her lips. She spread her legs a little more and then I rammed my poll inside of her. She cried out in pain for a second but then backed her hips into me, looking back with desire. 

I gave her ass one good slap before pulling out and thrusting into her again. She responded by giving a subtle twerk on my cock. Then as I pulled back, sliding my cock out of her pussy, she moved forward and then we slammed our bodies together again. I grabbed onto her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh.

"Give it to me good, baby. Make me scream," she commanded, and with that, we went to town. I pounded into her pussy over and over, my pelvis slapping into her ass. At one point she begged for me to enter her ass, saying I'd gotten her excited by fingering her there earlier, but was waiting patiently for our first session to be done. 




Jamie Ch. 22



I gladly obliged and pulled out of her pussy completely and pressed the tip of my cock against her asshole. She reached back with her right hand and pulled on her ass cheek; I helped spread her open more by pulling on her other cheek. The tip of my cock injected itself into her tight asshole and I reveled in the hot tightness of her ass. I felt the muscles in her beautiful ass relax a little, allowing me to push further in. I slid my cock another two inches in and felt the heat of her poop-chute begin to engulf my rigid dick. Then, without warning, she pushed herself back against me, taking me fully into her ass. I held her ass against my pelvis for a few moments before pulling out a couple inches and then slamming back into her again. I repeated the motion until we built up into a good rhythm. In no time my pelvis was slapping into her ass as my cock punished her shithole. Jamie screamed loudly as she slammed her ass into me as hard as I was fucking her. 

I held back for as long as I could, but her magical ass worked me over too hard to hold back for long and soon I was blasting her bowels with my spunk. As we both came down from our orgasms, we fell onto the couch cushions, spooning together as my dick shrunk back down. 

"Welcome home," she said and I kissed her shoulder. 

"It's good to be home," I replied. 

"You seem to be doing well with your prosthetic," she commented. 

"Yeah, my physical therapist did a great job. He said I should be finished with his program in no time," I told her.

"That's great news!" she praised. "So, maybe I can have Dad rebook the beach for sooner than we were expecting."

"You can call him whenever you want. I can't wait for us to be married," I told her.

"Could this have anything to do with our honeymoon road trip to Washington?" she teased.

I shrugged. "Only partly," I answered. "I mostly just can't wait to call you my wife."

"And I can't wait to call you my husband," she said, rolling over to face me. And with that, we began to make out like teenagers, but that didn't last long as my cock grew hard again. I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom where we made love for the rest of the afternoon. When, finally, hunger took over, Jamie called her father and told updated him on my progress and told him to go ahead and rebook the beach for whatever date was available on a Saturday. While she did that, I made us reservations at a nice, but not too expensive, restaurant. It was good to be home.



Jamie Ch. 23



September 20th came quicker than I expected. What was so significant about that day, you ask? Well, it was the day the girl of my dreams and long-time crush became my beautiful bride. The night before the wedding, she stayed at her parents' house so she and her bridesmaids could all get ready together. We had a pretty decent sized wedding party; I actually had to come up with more guys to match her bridesmaids. She had her two sisters (Kimmie and Kristin, and Kristin was her maid of honor), three of her closest friends (Rachel, Arlyena and Candy), Camille, Tracy and her soon-to-be sister (also named Rachel). 

At first I wasn't sure I'd be able to come up with eight guys to match her bridesmaids, but it all fell together nicely. First I had my two brothers (Mike and Ben), then TJ (Jamie's brother), Matt (my best friend and best man), Austin (a close friend from my years in Colorado), Brad and Shane (two old friends I was in a band with for two years), and, finally, Ryan (a childhood friend I reconnected with when I moved back to California). It worked out nicely, though having such a large wedding party made things a bit more expensive. Thankfully, between the two of us, and her father and my mother, we were able to have everything we wanted for our wedding. Which, to be honest, wasn't all that much. We didn't go crazy hiring some huge band; we had a family friend as a DJ. The flowers were simple yet elegant. Even Jamie's dress wasn't crazy expensive. The photographer was obviously my cousin, Camille, who gave us a discount on both the photos and the video. What cost us the most was the location, the hotel for our wedding night and our honeymoon, but most of that was paid for in chunks as we had the money for it. 

But, the day of the wedding finally came and I was standing up there with my best man next to me, the rest of the groomsmen behind him, and a minister from mine and Jamie's parents' church. The bridesmaids and maid of honor had just finished their procession up to the altar and were lined up, waiting to welcome Jamie. Behind the guests waiting in their seats were two white tents to keep Jamie out of view until she was walked up the aisle by her father. 

When she and Ted turned the corner from the tent to the left of the aisle, I literally stopped breathing for a few seconds. I'd seen Jamie in all her glory before, and I'd seen her all done up as well, nothing compared to how she looked that day. She didn't have the long gown with an elaborate train most brides would wear on their wedding day due to the sand, but her dress was beautiful, simple and flowing as the breeze blew it behind her like a majestic flag. Yeah, I know, a flag probably isn't the best comparison, but it was the only thing my mind could think of to compare that part of her dress to in that moment. I was just too stunned by her perfection and beauty to think of better words to describe her. 

When they finally reached the end of the aisle, our eyes were still locked on each other as they had been since she'd turned the corner at the other end. The minister said something and Ted responded, but all I knew was that was my cue to step forward to receive her from her father. Ted shook my hand and then pulled me into a hug; he said something else but it never registered and I responded automatically with a "thank you, sir" and then Ted brought our hands together. All that existed to me for a few long seconds was me and Jamie as I walked her up to the minister. We stood facing each other as the speech began; both of us full of smiles and holding back happy tears. 

At one point Jamie cleared her throat and then pointed at the minister with her head. I looked at him dumbfounded, as if I had no idea why he was there.

"There he is!" he joked. "I agree, she's very beautiful, Jason, but I need you to focus enough to get through your vows," he said and the congregation to my left laughed. I laughed as well as I felt heat fill my face and neck. 

"Sorry," I apologized. 

"It's okay, son, we'll be done soon enough," he said which elicited more laughter from all of us. 

He led us through our vows, which I struggled to not be distracted from and soon we were lighting the unity candle, going through the ring vows as we placed the rings on each other's finger. I didn't miss the most important part, though. When he told me I could kiss my bride, neither of us hesitated. We pulled each other close, tilted our heads and pressed our lips together for our first kiss as husband and wife. Then I dipped her as she wrapped an arm around my neck for support, our mouths opened and our tongues danced for a moment as the congregation and our wedding party cheered, laughed and applauded for us. When I lifted her back up, we raised our hands we held together as the minister announced us as a couple and we began the recession. The music played loudly as we danced up the aisle to the tents. 

We reached the end before the wedding party began their recession behind us, so I pulled her around the corner and we smashed our lips and bodies together into a passionate kiss. I sensed the maid of honor and best man nearing the end of the aisle, but I didn't care; I continued to kiss my bride.

"Gees, guys!" Matt said. "You can't wait until you get to the hotel room tonight?" he teased.

I stuck my middle finger in his face and he laughed. "Sorry, but would you be able to resist kissing a bride as beautiful as her?" I asked him.

"Fair enough," he said and then grabbed my hand and pulled me into a one armed hug as I let go of Jamie. "I'm proud of you, man," he said.

"Thanks."

Soon the rest of the wedding party was there and the coordinator lined us up to welcome our guests into the wide open reception area. Once they were through, we were whisked off to take photos. We started with the wedding party pictures, then moved on to family pictures and then finally ended with just the two of us. 

"God, you look beautiful," I told her as Camille wrapped up our photo session. 

"Thank you," she said and then kissed me; I heard the camera click as well. "You look great yourself," she complimented. 

"I'm nothing next to you," I said. "But, thank you," I added.

"If it weren't for all our guests waiting for us, I'd have you rip my dress off and fuck me right here," she whispered in my ear.

"And what about Camille?" I asked, jerking my head in her direction.

"I'd want her to suck on my tits as you fucked my pussy from behind," she said as she looked over at my cousin seductively. "But, unfortunately, our guests have been waiting long enough," she said with a sigh.

"You're kind of a tease, you know that?" I said, poking her in the ribs.

She giggled and pulled away to escape; I heard the camera clicking away as we teased each other. Then Camille walked up to us, sporting a big smile. 

"You two are too cute," she said. 

"Not as cute as you," Jamie countered. "Look at you in that tiny dress!"

Camille wore a light blue dress that hugged her body, ending halfway between her knees and ass. Narrow shoulder straps exposed her creamy skin all the way down to the crevasse between her firm breasts. She almost looked as beautiful as Jamie.

"Thanks, but I'm nothing next to you," Camille complimented.

"Must run in the family," Jamie said with a wink.

Camille looked at me confused and I shook my head. "I said the exact same thing a minute ago," I told her.

"Gotcha, well, we tell it like it is in this family," she said and then finally closed the distance between us after snapping a few more pictures of us. "I wish I could see what you look like as that dress comes off," Camille said when she finally reached us.

"I wish you could help Jason take it off of me, but I do want our first night as husband and wife to be just the two of us. We'll see you in a few days in Washington," Jamie said and then reached her hand out to hug Camille.

Camille moved close for the hug, but Jamie caught her by surprise and kissed her lovingly on the lips. I had to fight to keep my cock from pitching a tent since I knew we would have to head back to the reception soon. When they parted, Camille's eyes were still closed, reveling in the afterglow of kissing Jamie. 

"She still has that affect, doesn't she?" I asked her as I took her hand in mine.

Camille slowly turned her head towards me, her eyelids fluttering open as her cheeks flushed. "Yeah, every time," she admitted.

"Yeah, same here," I said, pulling her closer to me. She smiled beautifully as I pulled her close and then pressed my lips against hers. Our mouths parted together, our tongues met in the middle and slowly slid against each other. I pulled away a few seconds later before it turned into a make-out session which would lead to amazing sex; I couldn't let that happen and keep our guests waiting on us for so long.

"Please get to Washington as fast as you can. I want to see if our plan with Michael will work," she said.

"Believe me, it'll work," Jamie said, stepping closer and kissing Camille quickly one more time. "Now, I'm getting hungry, let's get back to the reception."

And with that, we walked along the beach together, rejoining our friends and family. Jamie's dad said a prayer over the meal; we danced our first dance; continued with the special dances of mother/son and father/daughter. After we cut the cake and had a little desert while trying to mingle with our guests as much as possible, we were called out to the dance floor for the "money dance". Matt collected money for people to dance with Jamie while Kristin did the same for people to dance with me. Jamie pulled in a pretty good haul of money; her line was always longer than mine, but I didn't care. 

"Hey there, handsome," Meagan said, stepping up to dance with me after handing Kristin her money. 

"Hey, beautiful," I smiled at her. Her form fitting black dress hugged every voluptuous curve of her body. I pulled her in to dance closer, holding her right hand in my left and placing my right hand on her hip.

"Is that your cell phone in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" she teased. 

I laughed. "Meet us in San Diego tomorrow and find out," I joked.

"Be careful, I might do that," she said. 

"Don't tempt me."

Laughing again I glanced over at Jamie who winked at me as she danced with Tracy. She kept things mostly reserved since our families were there, but she did kiss Tracy lightly on the lips, causing my cock to twitch.

"Maybe it isn't your cell phone," Meagan said.

I turned my head towards her again and she gave me a knowing smile. "Sorry, Jamie was teasing me with Tracy over there," I apologized.

"Oh, I know," she said. "She's been teasing you ever since the ceremony ended, hasn't she?" Meagan asked.

I nodded. "Ever since photos. She told me if it weren't for our guests waiting for us, she would have had me fuck her and Camille right there."

"Who woulda thought you were marrying a nympho?" 

"I think I figured that out on the road trip home," I said, looking at Jamie again. 

"So I heard," Meagan said and then stepped away. I looked at her confused but realized her time dancing with my was over as Camille stepped up. "I'm spending the next week in San Luis Obispo. Maybe we can all catch up if you stop there," she said and then walked away.

"Looking to bang more than your wife on your honeymoon?" Camille teased, taking her place in my arms as we danced.

"You know the answer that already," I said.

"Yeah, well, that's a week away isn't it?" she asked.

"True. Do you think everything will work out with that?" I asked her, leading her into a spin.

"As long as Jamie's okay with another guy fucking her, then, yes."

We both looked over at Jamie and saw that Michael was dancing with her and they were both talking and laughing. 

"I think we'll be okay," I said. "Are we crazy for planning this?" I asked Camille.

Camille shrugged. "Probably."

"Time for the bouquet toss!" Monte, our DJ, announced as the song ended. "So, if all you single ladies will make your way to the dance floor, we'll get this going!"

Jamie stood at one end of the dance floor, nearest our table, and waited with a big smile as a large group of single women gathered in the middle. She turned her back to them, counted to three with a fake toss with each count and then let it go. Some of the girls fought to catch it, but, ultimately, Meagan was the one to catch it. After the excitement died down a chair was brought out for Jamie to sit on while I removed her garter. 

I knelt down in front of her and reached my hands up her dress; her seductive smile made me want to remove more than just the garter for the garter toss. I reached past the garter and poked her pussy through her silky panties; she felt incredibly wet with her juices.

"Remove the garter before everybody gets suspicious, Jason," she warned playfully.

I grinned and then removed the stretchy material from around her thigh, sliding it down her leg and over her foot. I kissed her as I stood up and then helped her out of the chair before my brother, Mike, carried it away. With all of the single guys behind me, I shot the garter like a rubber band towards them. There was a short scuffle before one of Jamie's friends, Rick I think, stood up with it. Camille ushered him towards Meagan so she could take their picture. 

Shortly after that, we cut the cake and had our last dance for the night. Once that was over with, we were pulled aside for some pictures with guests before they had to leave and then the guests lined up at the exit to form a path to our limo that would take us to San Diego for the night. Sparklers were lit to light our way as we ran past them. Our families waited at the end where the limo waited to send us off. After quick goodbyes, we got into the limo and the driver pulled out of the parking lot and onto Pacific Coast Highway to take us to our hotel.

"What a day," I said, falling against the backrest of the bench seat. 

"It's not over yet," Jamie said and then straddled me, planting her mouth on mine and kissing me greedily. I remembered how wet she'd felt when I was removing her garter and I suddenly felt energized. I slid her dress up her thighs and over her hips as our tongues danced in our lip-lock. I ran my hands up her back, under her dress and she grinded her hips into my crotch. When she gyrated her hips slightly, I brought my hands back down and smacked her ass and squeezed her butt cheeks with both hands. 

She pushed my coat off of my shoulders and then began unbuttoning my vest and shirt. I reached up her back and found the zipper of her dress, pulling it down to where it stopped just above her ass. I then pull her shoulder straps down her arms to reveal a sexy, white, lacy bra containing two of my favorite treasures. Her hands slipped into my unfastened shirt and she lightly dragged her nails up and down my chest and stomach. 

I broke our kiss and kiss her covered breasts as I fumbled with the hook in the back, desperate to free her tits. She reached behind her and helped undo her bra, letting the lacy material fall between us. I pulled her into me, taking her left breast into my mouth. She gasped as I thrust my still covered rod into her panty-clad pussy. With lust in her eyes, she slid down onto the floor and hastily unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my slacks and then pulled down the zipper. With how quickly she was moving, I was honestly afraid she'd catch my cock in the teeth of the zipper, but thankfully she didn't. I lifted my ass off the seat as she yanked my pants down and then grabbed my cock in her right hand. Slowly and tortuously she slid her tongue along my prick from balls to tip. My head fell back against the headrest as she wrapped her lips around the crown of my cock. Her tongue slithered around my prick, flicking the pee hole a few times and then she slid back down my length.

She sat back on her heals and pulled her silky dress off the rest of the way and then unhooked her bra. With my cock lathered up with her saliva, she leaned forward and wrapped her tits around my cock. If I'd been in heaven before, I was about to reach nirvana next. She stared up at me with the soft brown eyes as she jerked my cock with her beautiful tits. Up and down she slid her squeezed breasts along my engorged cock. Then she dropped her head and opened her mouth to let the tip pop in and out as it appeared over the top of her tits. I wanted to blow my load right then and there, all over her face, but I held back as best as I could. 

"Fuck, that feels good. Jamie, baby, stop or I'll lose it right now," I said and she released her breasts and my throbbing member.

"I guess cumming on my face or all over the car right now wouldn't be a good idea, huh?" she asked with a teasing grin.

"I don't care about that as much as making this last as long as possible. Switch with me," I request and then she sits back on her heels to pull off her dress the rest of the way. She tossed it onto the longer bench seat along the side of the car and then switches places with me. 

I knelt in front of her, slid my hands along her freshly shaved legs. Her skin is silky smooth to the touch as I work my way up her thighs to her hips. I hooked my fingers around her silvery thong and then slid them down and off of her legs. Then I gently spread her legs and expose her bald pussy. I stared and marveled at it for a moment before lifting her legs up and over my shoulders as I dove in and buried my face in her snatch. I shoved my tongue in as far as I could and she immediately began to squirm and buck her hips into my face. I couldn't hear her cries as her thighs tightened around my head. I breathed in her scent as I relentlessly ate her pussy. Her taste was like candy to my tongue; I couldn't get enough. 

I breathed as best as I could through my nose as she writhed against my face. It wasn't long before I could hear her muffled cries say something about cumming, but I didn't let up. I increased my attack on her cunt until her body stiffened and my face was suddenly coated in her juices. Her body slacked and then collapsed onto the leather seat of the limo and that's when I finally pulled my pussy drenched face away from her. Before I knew what hit me, though, she was tackling me to the floor, licking my face clean as she rubbed her smooth pussy along my still-hard cock. She reached down and grabbed my shaft as she raised her hips enough to allow my cock access to her love hole. Then suddenly my pole was engulfed in warmth and wetness as I was soon bottomed out inside her glorious pussy. A second later, her tongue was deep in my mouth and mine in hers. Our souls seemed to touch in that moment as we held our bodies locked together in passion. She entwined her legs with mine, pressing our sex organs tighter together as we wrapped our arms around each other, holding as tight as we could, desperately wishing we could be even closer than we already were.

We made out with our bodies locked to tightly together, never moving anything more than our heads as we kissed. For a few moments all we wanted to feel was the closeness of our bodies and souls. Then slowly I loosened my grip around her upper body and began to slide my hands along her back, from shoulders to ass, lightly dragging my fingers against her perfect, smooth skin. She shivered as goose bumps appeared on her skin. Her legs loosened their grip slightly and she began to raise her hips up and down with small, slow and deliberate movements. I couldn't remember the last time we'd made love this slowly; it'd been quite a while with all of the wedding planning and extracurricular fucking we'd been doing the past few months. I'll have to say, I missed it being just us and our love, even though adding Meagan or Camille or even Tracy was fun. Jamie was the one I've loved with everything I had in me all along. And in that moment I wanted to take my time telling her that with our first sex act as a married couple. 




Jamie Ch. 23



Her pussy strokes along my shaft slowly increased as our passion did. Our kissing became more intense as her vagina slid along more of my throbbing cock. After a few more minutes of taking things slow, Jamie pushed herself up into the cowgirl position and I immediately reached for her perfect tits. I squeezed them and her head fell back in ecstasy as she grabbed onto my wrists. I slid my hands down to her flat tummy and then her widened hips that gave her that beautiful hourglass figure I loved so much. I pulled my hands along her thighs to her bent knees and then worked my way back up to her breasts again. This time she looked down at me with eyes that looked like they might cry at any moment before they shut again as she sighed and moaned her approval. I repeated this as she began to slowly ride my engorged member, and we continued this, slowly picking up the pace as we did. In no time, her tits went from jiggling to bouncing uncontrollably as she impaled herself over and over with my cock. 

Her moans turned to unintelligible screams and I grunted every time she fell back down on my cock. I held her hips, pulling her down harder on me every time she allowed gravity to do its job. I bucked my hips, meeting her half way as we fucked wildly. I then pulled her down, bent my legs and pounded into her pussy from below as I shoved my tongue down her throat. She cried and moaned into my mouth as I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. 

She broke our kiss and screamed, "I'm cumming!" a few minutes later, which sent me over the edge as well. I let out my own battle cry as my balls tightened with a load of my seed about to shoot into her womb. We screamed together, both our bodies stiffening simultaneously as my load splattered her insides with cum and her pussy exploded juices all over my cock at the same time. I blasted her with three more large loads and a few more smaller ones before she finally collapsed in my arms, both of us breathing heavily.

"Holy fuck, that was amazing," she whimpered a minute later when she'd finally caught her breath.

"Yes, you were," I complimented.

"Me? Are you fucking kidding me?" she laughed. "The way you ate my pussy, you've never done that before; not that well anyway. It felt like the first time you've ever eaten me out, it made me so fucking horny."

"Well, the way you sucked the tip of my cock while it was wrapped in your tits about had me over the edge. Why hadn't we done that before?" I asked her.

"I was saving it for this moment. I didn't care that you'd done that with both Tracy and Meagan, because I knew no matter how many pairs of tits you fucked, they wouldn't feel the same as mine," she explained.

"Well, they were the best I've fucked and I can't wait to do it again," I said and then kissed her.

She rested her head on my chest as we laid there on the limo floor together, still locked with my cock deep inside her. 

"You're still hard," she noted. 

"I'm still horny," I whispered.

"Then let's take care of that," she said and then lifted off my cock. She then got on all fours and bent over the back seat of the limo, looking back at me over her shoulder. "Is this how you want me?" she asked.

I grinned. "I want you in every way possible," I said and then sidled up behind her, aiming my cock for her pussy. I slid in easily, pulling her hips back to meet mine. I pulled back and then shoved back in again, slapping her right ass cheek with my hand as I did.

"Ooh," she moaned and I repeated the action. "Slap that ass," she demanded in her most sexy voice yet.

I pulled almost all the way out of her pussy again and then slammed back in again. Her eyes narrowed on mine with a look that said to fuck her stupid. Who was I to deny my queen this command? I fucked her relentlessly, not bothering to build things up. I went to town pounding her pussy as hard and as fast as I could. She screamed obscenities mixed with unintelligible words and sounds that I didn't care to try and make out. Only one more command stood out from our fucking that she gave me while I pounded into her like the piston of supped up engine.

"Fuck my ass!" she screamed and I stopped suddenly. "Fuck my ass," she said again. 

"Yes ma'am," I replied and pulled out of her pussy. I pressed the tip of my cock against her ass and she relaxed the hole enough for it to pop inside of her. Her ass felt hot and tight as I tried to press in further. She relaxed her ass more and I slid in another inch. Her head fell into the seat as she reached back and helped her legs spread more to give me better access into her asshole. As soon as she did that, I bottomed out in her beautiful, shapely ass. She flexed her cheeks a couple times, milking my cock, trying to coax the cum out of me. It almost worked, but after the powerful explosion I'd already had in her pussy a few minutes before, I knew I'd be able to hold back much longer this time. Although, her ass is much tighter than her pussy, so I may have overestimated myself. 

I pulled back half way and then pushed back into her ass again, eliciting a moan and a gasp from her as I bottomed out. She looked back at me over her shoulder again, her eyes locking on mine. 

"Fuck me," she demanded and I gave into her again.

I pulled back and then slammed into her once more, this time building up into the fucking frenzy from a couple minutes ago. Soon I was pounding into her perfect ass, her cheeks rippling with the force of contact. My balls slapped into her pussy. I reached around and found her clit and began to rub it furiously as I fucked her ass. She screamed uncontrollably as I ministered to both holes. I fucked her so hard and fast she wasn't even able to try and keep up with her own fucking on my cock. 

Sooner than expected, I felt my balls tighten, ready to coat her bowels with my jizz. I told her and she told me to let it go, to cum in her ass. So, I did. Over and over again, with more blasts than I had with her pussy. And with the third explosion into her ass, she came, squirting all over the floor of the limo so powerfully, it sounded like she was pissing. We collapsed together on the floor again, my hard cock still sheathed in her ass as we laid there together, catching our breath. I massaged her tits softly as we did. 

"I can't wait to make use of our king sized bed at the hotel tonight," she said between breaths.

"I haven't worn you out yet?" I asked teasingly.

"Are you kidding me? I'm just getting going, but I think we should give your cock some rest before he's too sore to go on," she teased right back.

I laughed at the truth of her statement. "I think that's a good idea, even though I'd love to keep this up all the way to San Diego."

"We are five minutes from the hotel," the driver said over the intercom.

"Good timing I guess," I said and we laughed together. We both were looking forward to what this honeymoon had in store.



Jamie Ch. 24



*Author's Note*

This is just to wrap up the story. I'm not looking for votes, but I've run this story as far as it can go. Don't be too tough on my ending since it's an actual scene from my life, the real way things went between me and a girl I was very close to, or thought I was very close to. That said, thank you for reading, I hoped you enjoyed parts of it, at least. Please read some of my other stories. I have a new one in the Loving Wives category that I feel is much better written than Jamie was. 

Jay

*****

If I thought the sex that brought us together was wild, the honeymoon took us to a whole new level. Our first night as man and wife we kept it simple, tender and full of love. We took things slow just drinking each other in. When we woke the next morning, that was when the real fun began. I'd planned a two-week long road trip up the entire west coast, but Jamie had secretly planned the sexual activities along the way. And, even though it was our honeymoon and it was supposed to be just about us, she invited "guest stars" to surprise me with at different parts of the trip. 

The morning after our consummation, Jamie slipped into the bathroom before I woke up, but I was woken up to knocking at our door. It was a little too early for housekeeping to be coming by to clean our room, plus, I'd put the "Do Not Disturb" hanger on the door. 

"Who the fuck is interrupting my honeymoon?" I asked out loud in frustration. I shove my glasses on my face and stagger for the door. When I open the door, Tracy is standing there in a long trench coat. "Tracy? What the fu-" she shuts me up with a kiss on the lips. I won't lie and say my cock didn't twitch, but I wasn't expecting this and I hadn't planned on any extramarital fun on this trip.

"Where's Jamie?" she asked as she walks into the room.

"In the bathroom. Why are you here?" I asked terrified that she was sabotaging my marriage not even twenty-four hours in. 

Just then the bathroom door opens and Jamie walks out naked. "Tracy! You made it!" she cries and then latches her mouth onto Tracy's. My cock definitely began to grow.

"What the fuck is going on?" I demanded.

"You planned the trip, I planned the activities," she said. "Tracy is our first guest on this trip. I have others."

My head spins in confusion, but if I wasn't mistaken, my wife just planned a honeymoon full of threesomes. Being a good husband, though, I didn't argue and went along for the ride. We spent the rest of the morning fucking like crazy. We ordered room service for a big lunch and then took a quick nap before resuming our craziness. Tracy left us before dinner, which I was glad for since I felt like my cock was about to fall off. 

The next morning we checked out of the hotel and began our trip up the coast. We enjoyed the scenery, pulled off to take pictures, or to find a secluded place to fuck before getting back on the road. Our next stop was in San Luis Obispo. Mostly for rest, but that was surprise number two for me. As I handled the bags, Jamie supposedly checked us in, but in reality was just picking up the spare key. When we got to the room, Meagan was waiting for us on the large bed in nothing but sexy, black lingerie. You can imagine what happened from there. 

The trip continued similarly. After a night and full day of sex and a date with two beautiful women, we continued our trip heading north, staying the night in Monterey. I welcomed the night of just being the two of us. I took her out to a romantic dinner; we walked on the beach and even fucked there in the moonlight. I enjoyed it more than I expected since I hate the sand. After that we drove up to San Francisco and enjoyed a day of sightseeing, took a tour of Alcatraz. We were tempted to sneak away somewhere to get a quickie in, but it wasn't the most comfortable of places and there was too much security in the place, so we saved it for the hotel room.

We spent an extra day in San Fran before moving up the coast again. But that was because of surprise number three. Jamie had a friend fly up from Santa Barbara. I'd met her a few times and always thought she was attractive. Jamie obviously noticed me checking her out in the past and decided to fulfill a fantasy for me. Jamie is such a wonderful wife, even better than she was a girlfriend or fiancée. 

We stayed in a couple smaller towns on our way up through the rest of California and into the Oregon. Those four nights were spent as just the two of us, which I enjoyed even more than adding a friend. But, the closer we got to Vancouver, Washington, the more we anticipated seeing Camille again. I won't deny that that was the highlight of our trip. Due to their work schedules, we didn't get to see them together until the weekend, aside from our first day there since they both took the day off of work. We enjoyed a day checking out the town and went out to dinner. Michael seemed nervous, but Jamie quickly put him at ease with some personal attention. That night we fucked out own spouses alongside each other, but after that, Michael seemed warmed up to the idea of fucking Jamie, so he relinquished my cousin to me. We even separated for the rest of the night. Michael and Jamie shared a bed while Camille and I took their oversized, plush couch in the living room. 

The rest of our time there was mostly spent in threesomes with either me fucking Camille and Jamie or me and Michael fucking Jamie in turn. Our last night, however, Michael surprised us by coming home early. Jamie was already passed out from a full day of sexual activity, but Camille and I were making out on the couch, still fully naked, while the television played a sitcom that I can't remember. Michael joined in and we fucked Camille like crazy until Jamie woke up. Michael was excited to see her, so he left his wife and took Jamie into the bedroom. Camille laughed and then continued on as if he'd never come home. 

After a week spent with Camille and Michael, yes we did visit the rest of my family in Washington as well, it was hard to say goodbye, but we both had to be back at work the next week and we had a flight to catch in Seattle. We said our goodbyes, I shook Michael's hand and gave him a hug thanking him for allowing us to stay with them; he thanked me for sharing my wife with him. I promised we'd be back again in the future. Camille and Jamie shared a tender kiss goodbye, but nothing near what me and Camille shared. I loved her almost as much as Jamie, and I didn't care who knew it...aside from our parents of course. 

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too, cousin," I said and kissed her one last time before we got in the car and drove away. We were both nearly in tears, neither of us wanting to leave them. But, we were also excited to begin our life together as a married couple. 

When we returned, Jamie surprised me once again, but not with a surprise guest. She announced that she wanted to start trying to have kids. So, she went off the pill and in a few short months, our first child was on his way. We named him Curt, in honor of my father who passed away a few years ago, and he grew up to look an awful lot like him. We had two more children after Curt, whom we gave the middle name of Theodore after Jamie's father; Lily Anne and Benjamin Michael after my brothers. Ben's name was chosen because he was my closest brother and Michael's name was chosen because he and Jamie had been very close growing up, and would have dated if their timing hadn't been off. 

"Jason!" Jamie's voice breaks through to me one day, years later. I'd been staring off into space like I tend to do when I think about her. But when my eyes finally see her, she looks different; younger, like the girl I'd picked up in Tennessee. "Where'd you go?" she laughs as I realize we're dancing. She wore a gorgeous full-length, blue dress that hugged her body spectacularly. We're at the reception of her youngest sister's wedding. Shit.

"Huh? I'm sorry, I guess I spaced out there for a minute," I say glumly. 

"Are you okay?" she asks, her pretty smile showing amusement. 

"Um, I'm not sure. Can we talk?" I ask nervously. This is who I really am; a nervous, introvert who has a hard time telling girls how he feels about them; especially gorgeous girls like Jamie. I've been in love with her for half my life and have never told her. But, I'm changing that right now.

"Sure," she says warmly and we find an empty table to sit at and talk. "What's up?" she asks.

I stare at her for a few seconds before I continue; I have a bad feeling about how this will turn out but a small part of me holds onto hope and scolds me for being a pussy.

"I know a while back I'd told you that when we were younger I'd had feelings for you," I start.

"You never told me that!" she says, shocked

I hesitate with my mouth hanging open. "I did, but that's beside the point. The thing is, Jamie, I never really stopped liking you," I tell her.

"Seriously?" she asks, completely shocked.

How she's the only one who couldn't tell, I have no idea, but I set that thought aside and go on. "Yeah, I've always been crazy about you. Even when we were younger and our age gap wouldn't have been appropriate."

"Wow, well, I'm glad you told me. I mean, for a while it was you I was crazy about but then your brother and I grew closer," she says and my heart sinks. I kinda knew this was what would happen. "But, wow, I guess I don't know how to respond to that," she says.

I know it means she doesn't feel the same way. I sigh and say, "You don't have to say anything, because I know no matter what happens, we'll still be friends. I care about you and our friendship a lot, and that will never change."

"I care a lot about you too, Jason. I'm sorry I don't feel the same way. You're a great guy," she adds.

I wish she hadn't said that. I hate when I'm told I'm a great guy when being rejected. I wish it would be followed up with a, "But you're just not cute enough" or "But you're a little too chubby for me" or something other than just "You're a great guy."

I reach into my back pocket and pull out a folded piece of paper and hand it to her. 

"You know, the last guy to give me a letter was your brother," she says, twisting the knife a little more.

"It's not a letter," I tell her. "It's a poem, actually. I wrote it just for you."

Her face brightens a little. "That's very sweet. No one has ever written me a poem before."

"Well, I'm glad I can be your first then," I say and then stand up. She stands too and hugs me tightly and for a long time. 

"I'm sorry," she says.

"It's okay," I reply, choking back tears and trying to force down the knot in my throat. I wish I could slip back into my fantasy coma where we're a happily married couple who explores their sexuality together. But, reality for me is never as good as I imagine it could be. When we end the embrace, I walk out of the reception hall and find my mother and brother heading for the car. I join them and go home, still alone.