6 comments/ 196032 views/ 4 favorites Samantha By: FightIt The summer of 2000 my sister Robin finally left her husband Ronnie. He was a drunk and was abusive; it had been a long time coming. There were few options, so Robin moved in with my wife, young daughter and I until she straightened things out. It wasn't exactly first choice because we lived in a cracker box, about 800 square feet for my small family plus my dog that is half golden retriever, half quarter-horse. One other small problem was Samantha. Ah, sweet Samantha. Robin's daughter was eighteen that summer that she and her mom came to stay with us. Sweet perfection. She was perfectly curved, not a hard-body but a soft-body, a real woman's body. Her breast's were not immense but perfect and unblemished. Her most striking feature was her perfectly rounded ass. Nearly every time we had occasion to spend time with Samantha, I would find any excuse to stare at or 'accidentally' brush up against her perfect ass. One Friday evening, Robin went to a friend's house to cry as I was not much good in that respect. Samantha, my wife Shelley, and I sat up watching The Breakfast Club. Half-way through Shelley stood up. "Sorry, guys," she said stretching. "I gotta cover a shift tomorrow, get up at five." She pecked me on the cheek and scurried down the hall. After about fifteen minutes, Samantha glanced down the couch at me. "Uncle Mike? How many times you seen this movie?" I started counting on my fingers. "Including this time?" She nodded. "About four hundred." She laughed, a beautiful, perfect laugh and her face lit up, making me realize how long it had been since she had truly laughed. She had spent most of her time dour and melancholy. Ronnie had made sure of that. She reached for the remote control and started flipping through the channels. Eventually she paused when she saw a graphic blow job on screen. Samantha's eyebrows raised. "Oh, what's this, now?" In truth, I didn't know. However... "I don't think..." Now, wait a minute, I told myself as the inner turmoil started rumbling in my head. She's eighteen, right? Who cares? I know Robin maybe probably wouldn't possibly not completely care, if she were here, and I am her favorite brother, right? Well, I am her only brother, but, pish posh, details, details. Robin is pretty liberal and has raised Samantha as such. "What's that, Uncle Mike?" She asked me with a slightly flushed look to her in the dim light of the living room. "Nothing," I said, feeling a little flushed myself. After a moment, she cleared her throat and said quietly, "I've never seen that, not on T.V." That confused me a little. "What do you mean, 'not on T.V.'?" Samantha looked over at me and, in what I'm sure was a purely coincidental action, licked her lips. "Uncle Mike. I am eighteen." She smiled and looked back toward the television. That was it. My cock, which had started to rise at the action on T.V., was now fully erect. It was a struggle to keep it in my loose shorts. I had to stealthily move things around. Samantha didn't seem to notice. "Uncle Mike, do you have any ibuprofen or something? My back is killing me." She moved from side to side with her back arched, pushing her beautiful, perfect breasts forward. "Uh, yeah, somewhere," I mumbled. This would give me a chance to calm my hard-on. For the last five minutes, I was having a difficult time not thinking about Samantha's full lips wrapped around my cock and trying her eighteen year-old best to draw the cum out. I jumped up off the couch and went into the kitchen. Opening a cupboard, I grabbed a bottle. "How many, honey?" "Just two will be fine, I'm sure." Just the sound of her voice was keeping me at half-mast. God, the power of this young woman. I brought her back the two ibuprofen and a glass of water and sat down on the couch again. Oh thank God, she had changed the channel again. It looked to be some cheesy love story. I could deal with that. After about fifteen minutes, she said, "Uncle Mike, it's not working, the medicine. Do you think you could rub my back for just a couple minutes?" I'm not sure I could deal with that. "I promise I won't bug you again." She looked over at me with a pouty look on her face. "Please, please, please?" I sighed and tried my best to look annoyed. "Okay, but just for a couple minutes, okay?" Samantha jumped up and laid down on the floor. I sat up slowly and stared at her oh, God, perfect ass covered by a thin pair of running shorts. The heat in my groin was almost unbearable and I hadn't even touched her, yet. I kneeled down beside her and placed a hand randomly on her back, not wanting to take my eyes from her butt. "That's close, just about three inches lower, 'kay?" She seemed completely oblivious to the tent in my shorts. I was throbbing painfully, and although I hadn't done anything, I found myself glancing down the dark hallway toward my bedroom. "It's kinda on both sides of my spine." After attempting to reach the spot effectively for a moment, I said, "I'll have to do this side and then switch over to the other. Kind of awkward." "Just straddle my legs. You'll be able to get both sides at once that way." I climbed over with her smooth, tanned legs just inches from raging hard-on. I began to push forward with my thumbs on either side of her backbone. After a couple lunges, inadvertently, my cock plopped right out of my shorts, pointing due north. I froze. "What's wrong, Uncle Mike," Samantha mumbled, her mouth pushed into the carpet. "Um," I said eruditely. "What?" "Uh, nothing." I didn't want to make a big scene of stuffing my boner back into my shorts, as that was the only way it was going to go back in. "Well, don't stop, it feels really good. Keep pushing with your thumbs. That's perfect." I slowly started pushing forward again but each time I did, my dick would rub between her ass cheeks. I'm quite sure that's not the massage she was looking for. Yet, after a moment, she started moaning. "Could you push my shirt up? We can stop in a minute, I promise." Well, I wasn't so sure I could stop in a minute. It had been a long time since I had felt this. My cock was throbbing for release. I pushed her shirt up to her shoulder blades and resumed my aggressive lunges, each time getting more bold with grinding my dick between her ass cheeks. Her breathing started getting faster and more shallow. The effect of rubbing my hands on her perfect smooth skin and jerking myself off with her ass proved too much for me to handle and I quite suddenly blew my load. The first string of jism flew two feet and soaked Samantha's tee-shirt. The second sent a puddle into the small of her back. The succeeding ones boiled over onto her shorts and my hand. After a moment of catching our breaths, Samantha whispered, "Uncle Mike? Did you just cum on my back?" Sudden guilt washed over me. "Oh God, Samantha, I am so sorry..." Samantha interrupted me. "Why didn't you just tell me you had to cum so bad when we were watching the blow job?" We both laughed. It was going to be a good summer. Samantha She sat down at the table across the aisle from him, her long legs exposed half way up her thigh. She was a mature woman fifty-four, fifty-five maybe, but in excellent physical shape, and with great looking legs. She ordered a cup of tea and then smiled across the isle at him. He looked up again when he heard the click-click of her heels as she approached his table. "Please don't think me too forward but I simply detest sitting alone to take tea, would you mind terribly if I sat down here and chatted with you?" She was an extremely attractive woman with a pleasant smile and Tom couldn't see any harm in it. "By all means please, I'd like some company myself and fully understand," he said, smiling up at her friendly face. She was actually a very attractive full-breasted woman, thin waist, flared hips, leggy and well toned. Her face was beautiful and she had an overall elegance about her that was very disarming. "Samantha Parks ... very pleased to meet you sir. Everybody calls me Sam and that's ok I really don't mind the nickname," she told him shaking his hand vigorously. "Thomas Bray very pleased to make your acquaintance Sam," he told her with a smile. Samantha opened with the weather and covered everything from God to baseball, and strangely Tom was very interested in everything she had to say. He didn't add much to the conversation he didn't need to, or rather, never got the chance, which was just as well, *he* not being a great conversationalist himself. She smiled often as she spoke touching him on the arm occasionally. At one point reaching across the table to dab at the corner of his mouth with her kerchief, that had made him smile inwardly. From what he learned she was nearly twenty years his senior, her husband had ran off with his younger secretary some years ago, and she had no children. She was graceful and enchanting and Tom felt himself irresistibly drawn to her innate charm. She stopped as suddenly as she'd began, "Oh my, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to go on that way, you must think I'm a terrible gossip," she said ... suddenly very shy and blushing, as her eyes looked away avoiding his. "Oh no Sam, I could sit here and listen to you for days and not be bored, you're a very interesting person and you hold a conversation very well," he told her, reaching out to pat her hand. She'd smiled over at him after that, as if she doubted the sincerity of his statement but said, "I've a much better blend than this at home, would you care to come to my house and let me fix you a cup," she asked him? Tom didn't have any pressing business that Saturday anyhow, and decided to go and have tea with Sam, and make a new friend. "I'd be delighted to," he told her. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it in her excitement and Tom could easily see he'd made her very happy by accepting her invitation. "Well, in that case I'm ready to leave now, how about you Thomas?" He smiled at her and then stood, taking her hand he helped up out of her chair, and picking up her bag made ready to leave. Then it struck him as odd, he couldn't remember a single topic out of her lengthy dialog. Tom caught himself eyeing the gentle sway of her bottom while she passed through the door in front of him, as they made their exit from the coffee shop. Once outside heading for his car he continued to ogle her tight behind and well-toned legs as she moved. It wasn't a hard energetic movement, more of a slow sensual rhythm but still in all, very enticing. Samantha paused suddenly in front of him and turned looking back at him over her shoulder with a very sexy smile. That had startled Tom, as he didn't quite know what to make of it. She gave him directions when they'd buckled themselves into the sedan; it wasn't really very far away. She was talking again but Tom wasn't really listening that closely, as his eyes were drawn to the way her very thin dress lay between her legs. They were parted slightly and he could clearly see the rise of her mound sharply delineated by the lose fabric; her beautifully shaped thighs were spectacularly showcased by it as well. At that instant Sam paused in the conversation to look at him and flash that same smile she'd given him when she stopped on the sidewalk outside the coffee shop. Only this time she reached over and touched his shoulder and there was a definite stirring in him as he found himself fantasizing about what she would look like nude. Tom mentally chastised himself for his insidious mental wonderings, "My God man, he thought, she's old enough to be your mother (well almost old enough) no matter how attractive she is, he reasoned!" It didn't help for long, as she instantly unbuckled and scooted across the seat closer to him, her thigh contacting his outer leg filling his body with its warmth and putting a bulge between his legs. Not to mention her hem was somewhat higher now, and an even greater portion of her shapely thigh was exposed. He was relieved when they finally arrived at Sam's residence; Tom got out and came around to open the door for her and assist her in exiting. She gracefully pivoted in the seat swinging her legs out the door, her hem going high enough to momentarily expose her blue satin panties to his now hungry and very curious eyes. Before getting out she looked up at him with that smile of hers again, once standing she made her way past him grazing his arm with the side of her firm breast. Tom closed the door and shook off the hot shiver that had rolled through his body when she passed. "Follow me Mr. Bray," her voice warm and inviting as she spoke. Once again click-click-click, as her beautifully shaped bottom danced exotically before his ravenous eyes. Strangely, once inside he found himself very strongly attracted to her again and swelling between his legs at her mere presence. She smiled at him, as she stepped in very close and her fingertips lightly touched his cheek. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes when she touched him that time, and elder or not Tom felt himself stirring below his belt buckle with the sensation of her delicate warm touch. Slipping her arm through his as she moved to his side she asked him shyly, "Would you care to see the rest of the house Thomas?" Tom's focus was momentarily riveted to the soft warmth of her curvy hip against him, as his swelling was again agitated by her nearness. "Yes, I think I would Sam," he finally responded, pulling himself away from the torridly steamy images of her running through his mind at that precise moment! Samantha never moved far from him as she led him through her home, either her hand or hip always suggestively in contact with his body at some point. When she led him into her second story bedroom she immediately guided him to the double sliding doors that led to the railed deck beyond. Standing behind him she whispered, "This is where I work on my tan in the summer Tom and finish those harsh white areas that the tanning salon always creates!" Her voice wrapped itself around him caressing him seductively, as the images of her lying nude beneath the sun danced lewdly through his imagination. Samantha moved closer then, and Tom could feel the warmth at the junction of her thighs press him at the side of his leg. A single, terrifying, well-groomed nail traced the line of his jaw as he shivered slightly with its movements. He turned quickly without forethought and pressed his lips to hers, his hands finding the firmness of her breasts through the thin fabric of her exotically smooth dress. As she pressed the heat of her mound against his bulging stiffness, Tom's fingers discovered the warm, firm tissue of her nipples. Sam's body arched against him as the pleasure of his touch on her breasts shot through her delicate psyche titillating the full realm of her consciousness. Her tongue gently traced the seal of his lips, petitioning his mouth for entry to its hidden treasures. Like a trained agent invading his enemies' territory her tongue slipped easily past the security of his lips and teeth to gain possession of her prize. She continued her fevered movements against his pelvis as her tongue wrestled with and pleasantly subdued the strength of his own. It was a short battle, Tom having neither the will nor inclination to resist such a charming creature as this. "Do you trust me Thomas, enough to do something if I ask you to," she asked him softly? "Of course I do Samantha, what is it you want," he said? "Disrobe for me please, and lay down on the bed," her voice quivering slightly as she gave the instructions! Tom was not at all surprised by the request in light of what had just transpired between them, and began to slowly fulfill her wish. Sam raised the sheer dress she wore above her head folding and pressing it neatly she laid it in the chair next to the wall. Tom was pleased with her appearance; she was a little thinner than he imagined which is what made her breasts appear so ample, though they were not huge. Her under garments were bright blue, their matching brocade exquisite, her panties were high on her hips and very thin in width. Narrowing down to a mere wisp that covered the folds of her cleanly shaved labium. Her legs were very shapely and thin, the gaping hallow at the top of her thighs framed the lusty, low hanging curve of her ample mound. The custom French bra shoved and lifted her breasts beautifully, and she smiled widely when Tom gave out a loud whistle as his eyes devoured her image. Her cheeks flushed harshly red, as her eyes flew to the floor at her feet, her gaze remaining locked there. She hooked her fingers in the side of her panties slowly lowering the scant wisp of fabric over the flare of her hips and allowing them to fall to the floor. She was art in motion as she delicately raised each shiny high heel in turn, stepping out of the thin garment. She gracefully dipped at the knees picking up the panties then stood widening her stance slightly, as she twirled the colorful garment on her finger then sent it sailing in Tom's direction, with a smile. They landed beside him and when he picked them up and placed the front panel under his nose, a look of sheer horror came over her face. The cheeks of her face fevered furiously as she heard him inhale deeply and groan with delight. "Sam, I'm going to thoroughly savor the taste of you," he said with confidence, as he watched her remove her bra! He could see her shiver slightly, as the full import of his words finally struck her, and he noticed the slight smile tugging gently at the corners of her luscious mouth. She moved toward him with that slow, sensual grace of hers, the movement of her hips once again causing him to swell. "By the way I love the rigging underneath, is it local," he asked? "Victoria's Secrets, and I'm very happy you approve, I have spent a small fortune on their products ... they make me feel so feminine," she said with a smile! He kissed her on the top of her cleanly shaved mound just below the naval and felt her muscles flutter under his lips. He slowly moved the tip of his tongue up her body, as those fearsome nails traced light as feathers on the back of his neck giving him chills that rolled up and down his spine. "I'm going to ask you to do one more thing for me Thomas ... will you?" "What is it Sam," he asked? "I need to cuff your hands to the headboard Thomas ... please say you will!" "Samantha, I've never played that way before and I'm not even sure if I'd enjoy it." She kneeled in front of him and took hold of his hand placing it on her breast, and then holding it there said, "Please Thomas, I wouldn't ask if it weren't important. You do trust me don't you?" Her eyes were gentle and hopeful as she looked up at him and spoke. "Ok Sam, I guess theirs no harm in it," he said. Her eyes smiled at him instantly, and she squished her breasts against his chest, her lips moving to brush his lightly with her arms hugging his neck. "I will need to freshen up a bit before we begin," he told her. Smiling at him obviously pleased, she said, "Everything you'll need is through that door over their Tom." Indicating the location of her bath. She lay back on the bed waiting for him, expectation rising in tandem with her pulse, her body already warm with its need for the seduction of her flesh. When Tom stepped back into Samantha's bedroom he found her laying back on the bed, her feet on the floor, her mind lost in a daydream. He paused, taking a moment to drink in the attractive curves of her delicate form. Her shoulders were strong, her breasts beautifully formed and solid, her waist exceedingly slender. Her pubic bone rose prominently from the flat abdomen, her outer folds full and rounding. She was beautiful for a woman of any age and looked stunning in high heels only. As she lay there she knew he was giving her the once over, she knew he was completely naked now. She sensed his desire to drive his tongue into the moist crease between her legs and smiled, she adored the impatience she sensed inside of him. "I knew you were sizing up my bottom when we left the coffee house Tom, and I sensed that you liked the lay of my dress between my legs in the car. I know you're naked now without looking and I know your craving to tongue me." "Ok Samantha your very perceptive, but I gathered that," he replied. "I need you Thomas, please come!" He crossed the short distance between them and his finger found there way to the rise of her mound. He knelt between her legs and kissed the summit of its apex gently and then sank his teeth lightly into the soft flesh he found there. Samantha sighed as she felt the heat of his face against her lower body, and cringed only slightly at the light mark of his teeth on her mound. She could sense his drive, it was like that of an animal, raging and undisciplined, he was strong and dangerous but possessed the soft emotions of a young boy. "That's how she broke your heart she thought." Lost in her intuitive gleanings Sam was caught off guard as Tom's tongue passed over her clit, she gasped in complete surprise her body thrusting sharply upward toward his face. He moved lower as she rose and impaled her with his hot strong muscle. She was instantly flooded with pleasure as he began to work it in and out of her tight opening rapidly. "No, stop, please Tom, not this way ... please stop it now," she hissed forcefully. But Tom was in no mood to be denied and his hands circled her wrists like a pair of iron manacles holding her fast to the bed. He lashed her quivering clit again and felt a tremor run full through her body and heard her gasp with the shock of its sensation. She broke to her side moving away from him and laid still, her breasts heaving and her body racked with shivers. "I'm sorry Tom ... please you'll get what you want but not like that. Please lay down now and let me cuff you," she pleaded with a quivering in her voice! Tom was a little shocked by her maneuver but wasn't about to make a fuss "after all" he had moved a little suddenly on her. He lay back and she wrapped the pliable nylon cuffs around his wrist, " *he*, not wild about the feeling of it!" Samantha then swung her leg over him and lowered her burning folds to within mere inches of his flinching manhood, her gaze almost endearing as her eyes lovingly passed over the form of her bound and helpless captive. He wasn't struggling; he wanted this as much as she did ... wanted to spend inside the seducing warmth of her clutching folds. Her smile was taunting, as her body lightly moved against the flinching mass of hardness between his legs. Tom arched upward forcefully driving his manhood hard against Sam's clit, mashing it severely against the bone of her crevice. She froze, her head thrown back, her eyes tightly closed as she shuddered with the invasive impact of his thrust. She opened her eyes their cast now infuriated, and slapped him across the cheek. His eyes snapped to hers, and bore into her soul penning the message of his anger deeply on her heart in fire. Rebelliously he thrust again, harder this time; again she gasped shivering severely with the unexpected invasion of her labium and the rushing thrill of her clit. Smack! The resounding impact of her palm was like the crack of a rifle, as it filled the space around them. "Not without my permission," she whispered, the glitter of her eyes dancing mischievously, as her gaze roamed over his face gauging the mood of his eyes. She raised the burning mass of her heat away from his sensitive organ, removing the temptation from him to disobey her again. Then she gently kissed his lips as he tugged at his restraints. "Cock teasing bitch," he growled at her! "Yes ... but your bitch now Thomas, and in spite of your momentary anger you're going to be very glad I am," her voice surprisingly gentle and soothing with her response. With a taunting smirk on her face she lowered her mouth to his cheek, where her sharp, hot tongue traced the length of his jaw line, and then, almost tenderly, kissed the stinging red of his cheek. Gone was the retiring shyness of the gracefully refined woman he had taken tea with, in her place was a she animal in heat, driven by the wild chemistry of her seasonal mating call. He didn't understand her, and wasn't sure he wanted to ... but sweet God how he wanted to ravish her at that moment and pound that smirking grin into total submission! "Do you want me Thomas," she purred against his ear? "Before I'm finished with you'll wish I'd never started," he hissed angrily, his eyes scalding her as they settled on her face! Samantha giggled lightly, her response telling him she was pleased with his answer, but he didn't fully comprehend exactly why! "Are going to be rough with me Thomas, pounding me until I lay beneath you senseless and whimpering, out of my head with passion for you my love," she taunted? "Whore, you'll beg me for what's between my legs before I fuck your brains out of your skull you teasing bitch," he spat! "Yes Thomas, your teasing bitch, whore, but you want me don't you my love," she laughed? Leaning over him Sam kissed him lightly, initiating a series of short energetic movements against his straining hardness with her lower body, which made him arch high and cry out against her. Then she stopped and kissed him again. "Finish it damn you!" He howled! "No ... not yet, you're not ready," she said softly! She moved to his side staring at his raging manhood, a smile on her shapely lips. He strained to see her now, her eyes sparkling mischievously, her light blonde hair lose and free about her neck and shoulders. Sam lowered her mouth to his flinching mass and barely raked the head of his organ lightly with her teeth. "Shall I kiss it Tom, will you relent and be kind if I do," she teased? Knowing he could not trust himself to be civil, he merely moaned! His next sensation was that of warm, wet silk, wrapping itself around the head of his mass and circling slowly. His fire raged again and his bones shook, as the soft, smooth velvet of her mouth engulfed his enraged staff. She had pivoted and straddled his legs never releasing him; her mouth was heavenly as she worked him in and out of her soft cavity. She teasingly hummed as she worked him, the vibratory ripple of her inflection exploding in tiny droplets of pleasure all over his body and mind. Deeper and deeper she went, when at last her nose bumped the hard bone of his pubic, Tom's roar of pleasure thundered through the room. And while he couldn't see it he knew she was giggling inwardly like some silly schoolgirl. He watched intently as the scarlet ring of her lips rose slowly on his shaft. And felt her deliberately dragging her teeth against the underside of his tortured manhood, sending his body into yet another spastic fit. Samantha "Damn Samantha, you're too much," he hissed strenuously! Down again she plunged, the sweet, hot darkness, of her mouth; bumping her nose at the base once more. Her eyes held his as she paused at the base and swallowed, her throat muscles squeezing his cock deliciously! Sending Tom into shock again and "again" his voice thundered around them while colorful expletives flew everywhere, and once again he knew she was laughing. Sam pulled her mouth completely off of Tom's engorged mass and moved up his body far enough to lean down and kiss his mouth; she was very good at this part as well. She traced the surface of his lips with the tip of her tongue and then slipped it back in again. "Did you enjoy that Thomas," she toyed? "Immensely," he told her, having at last "forgiven" her for slapping him, her tenderness having already disarmed his hot anger! She raised herself above him, and then reaching back with her hand and aligned the mass of his head against the swollen lips of her passage. She moved down against him teasing herself as his shaft passed over her nub. Again and again, she rocked her hips against the unbearable smoothness of his hardness, her breath escaping in small puffs of erotic music, as she blatantly mashed her bud against him. Tom pushed hard against her, "making her gasp loudly" and initiated a series of hard short thrust against her crevice that rocked her passion. "Oh Thomas, it's too urgent! Do you even know what you're doing to me," she cooed softly? He smiled at her complaint understanding her dilemma, "Free my hands Sam you're going to need them," he told her! "Yes lover," she said with a knowing smile, looking directly in his eyes as she unfastened the Velcro straps. From her shapely lips, a gentle stream of soft, enticing compliments flowed, that caressed his ego and teased his straining flesh. She took his lips, and plundered his mouth, her urgency pleasing him, as she continued to rock her hips against his cock. The soft sounds emanating from her throat as she kissed him, beckoning gently to his boiling passion! "Bring it up to my mouth Sam!" She instantly moved to comply, shimmying up his body until her wet, swollen lips, bumped his mouth. Tom slipped his tongue between her folds and swiped her quivering clit as his hands squeezed the hard cheeks of her ass! "Please ... please make me cum Tom ... it's been too long!" She gasped intensely! "I love a girl willing to beg for what she wants ... only the best sluts do it Sam," he laughed! "Yes bastard ... I'll be your slut and more if it please you, but please help me orgasm," she pleaded earnestly! He slapped her ass before plunging at her viciously; his tongue was like a tireless whip on her clit and lips. Sam began to moan and rotate her hips against his mouth her fingers clutching the hair of his head tightly. "You're an impatient slut ... aren't you Sam?" "Yes sir ... I'm sorry sir, do I displease you with my behavior," she asked politely, knowing even as she asked that he was pleased with her impatience? Tom didn't reply, instead he rapidly pummeled her hard flinching clit, and then sucked it into his mouth. He ever so slowly scraped along its length with his teeth as Samantha's body twisted and swayed in a fevered dance of torrid lust above him! "Oh God ... Oh God ... Oh God Tom, please!" "Please what you horny little slut," he rudely teased? "Oh God ... I need to-t-t-t," she slipped into a low continuous wail at that point! Tom smiled; he already knew what was on her mind. As she lowered her sheath over him she bathed his hardness with her delicately scented arousal, her heart leaping inside at the beckoning sound of his mating call, the deep thundering moan that inflamed her mind and thrilled her heart! Sam lost herself at that moment in the intense sensation of his hardness filling her body. There was nothing more in her consciousness other than the sound and feel of him as he lay beneath her. The game had worked too well and she was teetering on the edge of oblivion ready to freefall into a pool of pleasurable anonymity. She felt the head of his hot organ bump the entrance of her uterus and began to tremble. Her eyes were closed tightly as she began to rock against the massive hardness under her she could smell the scent of her own arousal rise to her nostrils and knew she was flowing against him profusely. But she was unashamed, she was a bitch mating with her lover at the seasons call and she didn't care what she looked like or how she might smell; all that mattered was the impending explosion of joy yet unachieved. Her breath came in a series of short impassioned gasps, as his plundering hardness thrust savagely through her consciousness stirring the very center of her hearts emotions. He pounded the sweet softness of her slick opening, moving her body like a limp rag doll with the sheer raging force of his thrusts. She bit her lip, as she tried desperately to suppress a cry, knowing that no reply would be forthcoming. "Thomas its time now," she whispered urgently above him! "S-h-h-h-h ...no my love not yet," he told her as he arched again burying himself deeply in her body once more. She whimpered as he slammed against her clit again, rocking her needy body with yet another sharp wave of pleasure. She didn't know how much more she could withstand, her creative folds were weeping profusely her nipples burning and ready to explode ... surely he was deliberately trying to drive her mad. "Let me cum you bastard!" She finally screamed at him! Her protest filled him with a profound joy, because he knew he had done his job well with her ... he knew now she would be satisfied with her release. Tom felt the very first tremors of her passage around his shaft as she began to whine softly above him. He drove at her with all his might arching high against the bed, his hands taking possession of both breasts as she came. He squeezed hard and she cried out with the most pitiful sound he had ever heard as her entire body trembled. She was begging him for more as he hammered her slight form; the beauty of her unbridled need now replacing that reserved elegance that he had found so attractive earlier. Tom erupted inside this beautiful woman the heat of his seed filling every possible crevice of her body as her hands covered his at her breasts and gently stroked his skin there. She helped him empty himself with the movement of her hips as she stroked his cock milking every last drop of his fluid from his body. He found her eyes as the last tremors of her release echoed throughout her body and witnessed the transformation from intense need to complete fulfillment. He beheld there the softness of her nature as her spirit made peace with her flesh and perfect balance was restored to her character. When they finished she placed her hands beside his head palm down on the sheets and bent over to give him a kiss. It was deep and soft and she lingered with it for some time before rolling off to his side and resting as close as possible to him. They fell asleep with her arm across his chest and her leg over the top of his thigh her head resting at his shoulder. It was the sweetest rest he had ever known. ***************************************** When Tom woke the room was dark and he was alone in the bed his eyes explored the room looking for Sam and that's when he noticed the doors to the deck were open. She stood on the deck leaning on the rail the soft evening breeze playfully tossing the lighter strands of her silken hair. Tom stood at the entrance and observed the gentle spell of the soft moonlight surrounding her, cloaking her body with the hue of its soft color making her appear very sexy indeed in the seductive glow of its light. From behind he surveyed the beauty of her form in the light see through gown she wore as the evening breeze pressed it into the folds of that wonderful ass of hers and wrapped it around the lean slender curves of her thighs. "Isn't it beautiful," she whispered softly? Yes Sam, it's a perfect setting with you standing beneath the moon and stars scantily covered as you are," he replied moving closer to her. "You belong here Tom, with me, this is where you were always meant to be," she sighed. "I know Sam," he replied as he pressed his cock into the crevice of her ass. Samantha pressed back and rotated her rear slowly, grinding against the growing mass of his manhood "Will you take me here lover under the stars and moon, beneath the eyes of God himself," she asked softly. "If your agreeable my dear," he told her. "As you already know lover, I'm very agreeable where you're concerned," she giggled. He slapped her buttock, the crack of it sweet music to his ears, she jerked sharply at the deadly sting of its kiss! No sooner had the sound died, then his hand reared back for another blow, again and again, his hard hands fell against her trembling cheeks. "Its time you discovered who it is that owns you now Sam," he growled! He was a relentless dog with his discipline, continuing cold-heartedly until her sobs filled the air around them. His face contorted into a hideous leering mask of sadistic joy beneath the cold light of a lovers moon; his hands then mauled the searing, painful heat, of her cheeks. She moaned as her lust rose again in her body with the touch of those strong warm hands on her ass. She jerked with each painful movement of his hands her tears running freely down the cheeks of her face her legs shaking ... the folds of her cunt dripping with moisture. With both hands on her hips he pulled back forcefully and jammed his aching muscle firmly into the crack of her ass, forcing a gasp from between those beautiful shapely lips of hers. "Oh baby, how did you know," she whispered over her shoulder? "You're not that difficult to read sweetheart," he told her. "How will you punish your slut my Lord," she sniveled! "However I please whore, and tonight it's your ass that pleases me witch. Now drop your hand to tease your cunt with, while I satisfy myself deep in the burning passage of your ass," he ordered. Sam leaned over the rail and began to play with herself as he had instructed happy to be dominated by him at last. "I won't let you cum until I do," she whispered into the night air, as she felt him slide the sheer gown up around her hips. Pissed, he growled savagely as he plunged his hardness rapidly into the tight opening of her hot ass. Sam's focus was temporarily set aside when the rapid invasion of her ass took the forefront of all her thoughts. "How does it feel whore," he spat. Sam didn't reply, of course, she felt dirty by reason of his treatment of her and rude speech ... and she liked the way it made her feel. She adored his rough use of her, with every brutal stroke of his cock her lust rose in intensity and her body was racked with indescribable pleasure. He took the long full locks of her hair in his hand and held her tightly with it, as if it might be the reins of some horse whose path he was directing. He slowed then, filling her with the full length of his hardness and pausing fully seated in her passage to flex his hardness inside her. His free hand was sinister against her breasts giving her even more pain to mingle with her pleasure as he used her ruthlessly. "My slut owns one fine ass," he bellowed over her. "And my Lord knows how to please it well," she responded. Samantha flexed her ass against his resting shaft and heard him groan behind her. She then began a slow twisting forward motion on his cock flexing intermittently as she went and then, just as slowly, she moved in the opposite direction until his cock was fully seated in her ass again. "My God you feel incredible lover," she whispered in front of him! Sam began a well metered up and down motion with her bottom, designed to rapidly pump him in and out of her opening and allow her to control the speed. Her lover pulled hard on the thick braid of wild hair in his hand drawing her body hard against his and once more driving his cock fully into her opening. "Bastard, don't make me cum yet," she hissed back at him. "You'll cum as it pleases me my handsome whore ... and you'll love it slut," he growled in reply. With every brash statement from him her need only increased and her cunt became just that much hotter. She ... fucking him as fast as she could like some hot nymphomaniac whore that couldn't wait to get off. She nearly came when she felt the stinging blow of his palm against her ass cheek; fluid was oozing from her crevice like never before. She captured a small pool of the stuff in her palm and raised it to his shaft to lube him with it and shivered as her hand touched the hot flesh of his cock. "You love being my ass slut don't you Sam," he taunted? "Yes my Lord ... I'm pleased to be whatever makes you happy Tom," she whimpered. His body began a frenzied in and out pounding motion of her tiny ass as his fingers twisted her nipples painfully. She began to wail to the stars and moon, a song of her release as her lover's cock ravished her tight, hot ass. She felt him expand inside her as the very first tremors of her climax shook her vaginal passage, the pleasure lifting her from the balcony to a place somewhere high in the heavens above. She screamed as she felt the first searing load of his cum fill her and drive her immediately into another hard orgasm. She begged him not to stop, begged him to ravish her even harder with his large savage cock. She spoke beautiful things to him as she came with his cock inside her, things no other woman had ever said to him before. When the last stream of his cum filled her he paused with his cock fully inserted in her well-lubed ass and smiled, as he felt her still grinding weakly against his body. When he slowly slipped out of her body she whimpered and collapsed on her knees next to the deck railing and shivered kneeling there in front of him. At long last she rose unsteadily from the floor of the deck and turned to face him and then stretched up on her tiptoes to kiss his lips. Tom placed his arms low around her waist and gently drew her close to him as they necked beneath those heavenly lights. "I will be sore tomorrow," she whispered as she placed her cheek against his chest. Tom placed his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her eyes to his own; they were peaceful and adoring as he kissed her lightly on the lips. "I think I may be in love with you Tom," she said as he looked into her eyes! "Good ... because I'm certainly well taken with you Samantha," he told her. "It is said dear one, that love observes but one rule the willingness to return it, and respects no season save that of the willing heart. Are you willing Tom? "Yes," his simple reply. "Will you spend the night with me Tom," she asked him? Tom did spend the night with her, as well as the rest of his life. The two became inseparable, in a love affair that expanded beyond their mutual lust for each other into many other areas of a common life experienced together. ------------------------------------------------ End Samantha Eric had never been so nervous in his life. He was sitting on the stairs behind the front door of his house, waiting for Samantha to arrive. He scratched his dog's head as thoughts of their last meeting raced through his mind; memories of tender romance and kinky sex jostling for position, his slowly stiffening cock giving away the winner. As he heard the doorbell ring he silently cursed himself for letting his mind wander while trying to hide his 7 and a half inches before he opened the door. "Hi," Eric said as he got his first look at Sam in years. She was a tall blonde, some might say that she was big, but as he looked at her in the doorway Eric thought she epitomized the beautiful in BBW. He felt his cock twitch and knew that any efforts to hide his erection had failed. "Well, hello to both of you," Sam said as she gave Eric a hug, grinding into his cock, barely able to contain her desire as she felt her pussy begin to moisten as her anticipation for the hours ahead began to grow. She followed Eric upstairs to the kitchen where he poured her a glass of wine and sat down. "I'm so glad you could come" Eric said as he poured himself a glass and sat next to Samantha. "I've been thinking about you a lot." "I can tell," she said, as she playfully rubbed his erection through his pants, "I've missed you too. I can't tell you how many times I've wished we could be together more." "Me too," Eric said, leaning over and kissing Sam's neck, nipping at it between words as he said "how many times I've wished I could fuck you." Before he tilted her head to hers and kissed her deeply, feeling Samantha's tongue exploring his mouth as his tongue ravaged hers. "how many time's I've wished I could make you cum over and over again," Eric said as he reached around Samantha and pulled her closer, feeling her breasts pressing against his chest as his hands rubbed up and down her back, lingering to cup her ass in his hands, relishing the feel of it in his hands. Samantha reached down and started to pull Eric's shirt off, rubbing her hands up and down his front as she slowly began to kiss her way down to his cock. First, kissing Eric's neck then trailing her mouth down his chest and stomach, grinning up at Eric as she freed his cock from his pants. "This is what I think I missed most about you," Sam said as she playfully licked the tip of his cock. Eric gasped as Samantha took him into her mouth, loving how hot and wet it felt on his cock. She started jerking his cock as she moved her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the head before moving lower to take his balls into her mouth. Eric groaned louder, his hands moving through Sam's hair before gently pulling her mouth to his and kissing her. "My turn," Eric said, looking into Samantha's eyes and seeing his own lust reflected back from her as he began to kiss down her body, trailing his lips across her skin as he neared her already soaking pussy. Playfully, he licked up her slit, his eyes peering upward to watch her moan in delight, as he tasted her sweet juices. Sam's hands ran through Eric's hair as he lapped her cunt, until he moved his face upward to concentrate on her clit. As he licked his way under her hood, probing her clit with his tongue as he teased her lips apart with a finger. Sam's moans grew louder as Eric pressed his finger inside her, moving it in tandem with his tongue, curling it against her G-spot as he flicked her clit. Sam's hands tightened over Eric's head as she came, her juices soaking his face as he added a second finger and continued to lick her clit. Sam took Eric's face into her hands and brought it to hers to kiss him, taking one hand from his face to grab his throbbing cock. "Fuck your slut master" was all she said as she rubbed the head of his cock over her soaking wet pussy. He grinned at her, knowing how much it turned her on when she felt used. "Please fuck me, sir." She said again as he held himself above her, poised over her cunt but making her beg for it. "Fuck your whore, your slut, please sir, fuck me, fuck me now..." Sam started to beg before Eric plunged into her and turned it into a moan. He could feel her nails scraping his back as he pumped his cock into her, going as deep as he could over and over again. Sam's moans intensified as Eric continued to slam into her, his mouth kissing her neck, her lips, her tits, and anything else they could reach as he continued to slide in and out of her wet, tight pussy. Eric could feel himself getting closer to cumming as Sam began to tighten around him, signaling the same for her. "Cum inside me master, fill your slut with cum..." she began to say as she neared her own climax. Sam began bucking underneath Eric, trying to force more of him into her as she began to cum around him. The extra tightness took Eric over the edge, and he began to pump harder than he knew he could, shooting his load deep into Sam's cunt before collapsing on top of her. Still inside her he asked, "So, what do you want to do tomorrow?" Samantha She was working late, because she always worked late. After all the years, she never even worried about it. She parked her car in a well-lit lot, almost at the door, because she got there early and had that opportunity. She was up on a top floor of a security building. Security? The door to her office suite was never locked, but the main doors to the building were locked, via timer, around 6. She was just over 40 and in great shape. She was confident that she could take care of herself should the need arise. It was a Friday night and it was almost seven. She was wrapping up when she heard the door open. Her head automatically popped up at the sound. She just had enough time to register that they were dressed in black and the first one had a gun. It was pointed at her as he walked into her office. He was holding his finger to his lips. She sat up straight and nodded her understanding to be quiet. He stopped her doorway and she could see other shapes moving behind him. The first thing she noticed about the gun was that it looked huge. The second thing she noticed was that it had a silencer, just like the ones she'd seen on TV. That told her that even if he shot her, no one would hear and her body wouldn't be discovered until Monday. She suddenly got very cold. Her first thought was that they wanted the computer equipment. She actually felt herself relax as she saw the shapes moving behind the gunman carrying the displays and CPU's. She figured he'd leave with his men and she'd call the police. She was watching him, and his gun. He was watching her. They were all wearing black, cargo pants and snug, black t-shirts. Their heads had the kind of ski masks that you always see paramilitary troops wearing on the news. His eyes and mouth were all she could see. That, and his gun. It was a semi-automatic pistol. She didn't know much about firearms, but it looked big to her. As his men were making their rounds, he walked into her office and behind her chair. She felt him grab her hands and cuff them behind the chair. The manacles had a long chain so as not to unduly stress her shoulders. The gunman left and helped his companions remove electronics. After awhile he came back and closed her office door behind him. "Look, please don't kill me. I obviously don't know who you are or what you look like. Please just take off the cuffs and leave and I won't even call the police until I come in tomorrow and discover the burglary. Okay?" she asked hopefully. The gunman nodded, as if in agreement, and stepped toward her as if to remove the cuffs. Instead he snapped her chair around to face him, his back to her wall. He touched the end of the gun's barrel to her temple and held his finger to his lips again. She nodded and pursed her lips, showing how tightly sealed they were. He smiled. He lay the pistol on her desk, very obviously in her line of sight, and took off his right glove. Samantha was wearing an above-the-knee skirt and calf-height boots. The man put his hand on the inside of her thigh and ran it slowly under the skirt. "Please don't do this," she whispered, looking down, not wanting to meet his eyes, fearing such a move might be construed as a challenge. The hand slowly continued its journey up her thigh, stopping only when it touched her panties. She sucked in a breath as his finger pressed against her vagina. She felt the hand reach up and under her skirt, pulling down the top of her panties. "Please don't," she whispered again, tears starting to form in her eyes. She felt the tension as the hand pulled her panties down in front, the moved to the sides, each time pulling them just a bit further down. Getting them down enough, he pulled from the middle of the crotch, and yanked them down her thighs, over her knees and off. The hand went back up her thighs, gently pushing them apart. She allowed her legs to be separated as she considered her options. Being alone with a man in her office, the solid door closed, his gun lying within easy reach of his hand, the one that was currently patrolling her crotch, she waited for her opportunity. A finger touched the top of her vagina, just grazing her clitoris, and withdrew. The man stood and looked at her. "Okay, you've had your fun. I'm humiliated. Happy? Will you please uncuff me and leave, now?" He smiled in return and straddled her legs. He touched his finger to her lips, reminding her, and began to lift her sweater. "Oh come on; do we have to do this? Why don't you just catch up with your friends and finish stealing the equipment you came for and leave me alone? Come on; you don't need to prove anything. You're in charge, I get it. Please don't do this to me." He seemed to be ignoring her pleas and reasoning. He was intent on lifting her sweater and got it over her head. He pulled it down her arms behind her back. "Okay, so you want to look at my boobs. Okay, drop the straps, have your fun. Let's get this over with. I want to go home and eat, okay?" She tried to sound glib, but even she could hear the fear creeping into her voice. He ran a finger under her right bra strap, slowing pulling it down her shoulder. The cup stayed in place. He lowered the other strap and let it fall. With both hands he pulled the cups down until they were resting on her abdomen. She sat there quietly, allowing him to take in the vision of her naked breasts, pretending to be bored of the whole activity. His hand went to her breasts, palms against the nipples. Caressing, fondling, squeezing gently. He grabbed her by the top of her head and pulled her head forward. Reaching behind he released her bra with one hand. He pushed her head back and let the bra fall into her lap. "Get a good look, feel the whole thing. Take your time and enjoy. Okay?" she tried again to sound disinterested and impatient. She meant to sound as if she was chiding a small boy for pulling a practical joke. It was not how she felt. The gunman fondled her breasts for about a minute before turning her chair around again. She felt him release the cuffs, and spin her back to face him. He stood back and motioned her to stand. "Look, I think this has gone far enough. Why don't you just take off and catch up with your friends. You've looked at me, touched me, degraded me. You should be very pleased with yourself, so that's enough. I get it; you're a tough guy. You're in charge. You have the gun and you did what you wanted. Let's end this now before things go too far. Okay?" His smile vanished. He motioned for her to stand again, one hand reaching for the pistol. She took a deep breath and stood, her bra and sweater falling to the floor. He picked up the gun and moved it to the other side of the desk, looking her in the eye the whole time. She stood there, looking right back at him, topless, her hands at her sides. She decided that this was going to be her only chance to escape what she knew was coming, and she tensed for her move. He noticed. Suddenly, he punched her lightly in the stomach. Just enough to cause her to double over, from pain and surprise. Then he grabbed her hair and spun her around to face her desk, and shoved her against the edge. He pushed her head down onto the desk, resting his forearm against the back of her neck, his other hand lifting her skirt and laying it on her back. "No, please, don't," she cried out. "You're hurting my neck. Take it easy, please," she cried. She knew what was coming next. "Would you at least use a condom?" she pleaded, but she knew that wasn't part of the plan. Her head was facing away from the gun that she knew was nearby. She tried to recall exactly where it was as she shot out her arm to where the recalled it to be. Nothing. She felt the cold steel on her back as he demonstrated that it was safely in his hand. She heard him set it down on her back desk as he held her. She felt him step between her legs and spread them apart. Samantha heard the sound of the man unsnapping then unzipping his pants, and the sound of the cloth and buckle hitting the floor. She gritted her teeth for what she knew was about to happen. She was not disappointed. She felt his hand touch her bare ass as he guided the head of his erection into her vagina. He was pushing his hips back and forth to get inside her. She was thankful that he wasn't trying to ram it all the way on the first try, at least he was taking his time, but it hurt just the same. In and in and in; each thrust just a bit deeper, the forearm still holding her head onto the cold wood of her desk. Soon, he was all the way in, and he lifted his arm off of her. She pulled her arms to her sides in a protective gesture as he continued to thrust, pushing her thighs against the sharp edge of her desk. He put his hands on either side of her hips as he increased the power of his thrusts. She gritted her teeth and grunted involuntarily, trying as hard as she could not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. He reached up and pushed her elbows forward to get her arms extended in order to lift her breasts off of the desk. He held one elbow in place as he watched her breasts swing in rhythm with his thrusts. She knew he was watching, then touching, because he was making every effort to move her whole body with each thrust. She grunted and whimpered from the intrusion, and then she felt the warmth of his ejaculate, and he thrusting stopped. Both remained motionless for what seemed like an hour, but was probably more like a minute. She felt him withdraw and pull her skirt down over her bare rump. She heard him pull up his pants, snapping, zipping and buckling. She lay there, waiting for him to simply walk out the door, but he didn't. He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up, turning her to face him. He was holding her panties. He thrust them into her hand indicating that she should put them back on. She felt his eyes on her as the bent to put her underwear back on. She stood up, naked from the waist up, and faced him. "Okay, you've had your fun. Now get the fuck out of my office," she said to him, trying to sound authoritative but choking with tears. She stood there, her arms crossed under her breasts, waiting for him to leave. He handed her her sweater and she put it on, thankful for the chance to cover herself. From behind his back he produced what looked like a bag and handed it to her. She stared at him, uncomprehending, until he motioned for her to put it over her head. "Oh come one. Please don't kill me. You've had your fun, you raped me, you asserted yourself. I get it, okay. You don't have to kill me. I won't say anything to anyone. Please just let me go. Do you want me to get on my knees and beg for my life? I will. Please don't kill me." He grabbed her by the hair, pulled her ear to his mouth and said, "I'll only kill you if you don't do as I command. Now shut the fuck up and put on the hood. I've enjoyed our little date here and want to have some more fun with you." With that he shoved her back and motioned for her to put the hood over her head. She began to cry, as she slipped the hood over her head. She felt him reattach the cuffs, pulling her hands behind her back again, and he led her out of her office to the elevators. Chapter Samantha sensed the arrival of the elevator even before she heard the chime. She was pushed into the car, and she felt it descend. She counted the chimes as they passed each floor, eventually stopping at the very bottom. In the garage. Of course there were security cameras everywhere, but the guard went off duty around 5. It was now close to 8. She was spun around and guided by a hand on each upper arm. She walked carefully even though she was still wearing her boots, not want to trip. She sensed the passage through the double set of doors and felt the cool air of the garage. She was guided down the steps and into a vehicle, a van judging from how high she had to step. She was seated between two people , and the van started driving. There was no talking in the vehicle, and eventually Samantha asked, "where are you taking me and why? My company won't pay a ransom for me and none of my family members have any money. In fact I have the most of anyone I know, so kidnapping me for money is a waste of your time." She felt a hand release her arm and grab her neck. It held for a moment, then continued up her chin, ending with a finger on her lips. She got the message and remained silent for the rest of the trip. Eventually the van stopped and she heard the doors open. She was guided out and into a structure, she could tell by the sound. After making several turns, she stopped, the hands released her and she heard a door close behind her. She stood there, her hands still cuffed behind her back, for what seemed like several minutes, until she heard the door open and close again. She tensed and listened. She heard steps as someone walked around her, slowly. The hood was lifted and a hooded figure, perhaps the one who had raped her, stood before her. He stepped his feet onto hers, perhaps to prevent her from moving or kicking, and lifted her sweater up, over her head, and down her arms. He stepped back, looking at her breasts, nodding and smiling. "Why don't you take a picture," was all she could think of to say. It sounded stupid even as the words left her mouth, but she had to say something. The right hand reached out and caressed her left breast, gently twisting the nipple. He walked behind her and she looked around quickly to assess her situation and the odds of an escape. She saw that she was in a small bedroom. There was a bed and a chair. There was no window. She decided it must be in a basement. The man released the cuffs, allowing the sweater to drop to the floor. Samantha rubbed her sore wrists for a moment, before she felt a hand between her shoulder blades pushing her forward, toward a twin bed. "Oh shit; not again," she thought even as she was marched forward. At the side of the bed she was halted by a hand grasping her hair. He turned her around and dropped to his knees. He reached both hands under her skirt and slowly pulled down her panties. When he got to her ankles, he stood and shoved her backwards onto the bed. He motioned for her to raise her legs and when she did, he pulled off her panties and tossed them aside. She put her feet back onto the floor and lifted herself onto her arms. "Look," she began. You've just added kidnapping to the rape and assault charge. If you take me home now, I don't know anything about you, you didn't rape me so there is no semen to be tested for DNA. Otherwise, when I eventually get away, I will go straight to the police and you will go to jail for the rest of your life. Is that really what you want?" He chuckled at her and began to undo his pants. He was still wearing a tight, black t-shirt and Samantha could tell that he was well-muscled. She knew she couldn't overcome him physically. "Wait, before you do this again, think about what you're doing. What if this was happening to your wife or daughter? How would that make you feel?" He dropped his pants, looked her right in the eye and held his finger to his lips again, then drew his hand back as if to slap her. "Okay, okay; I get it. Just please take it easy. There won't be any reason for you to get violent. Okay?" She saw him smile and nod, and drop his underwear. She could see his fully formed erection leaning in her direction. He motioned for her to come toward him and she leaned forward, knowing what was coming next. He grasped her hair and brought her face within an inch of his rod and stopped. When she didn't react, he pushed her mouth onto the shaft and she kissed him. She felt the grasp on her hair tighten and she opened her mouth. "Okay, okay, I get it, you want a blow job. Take it easy!" She took his shaft into her mouth and began to move her head up and down, sucking gently. After a couple of minutes he grabbed her hair again and lifted her head. He tilted her fact up towards his and motioned her back with his head. Seeing no other option, and wanting to keep him in a fairly gentle mood, she scooted back onto the bed and lay on her back. She closed her eyes and tried to think of something pleasant. The man climbed onto the bed and knelt at Samantha's feet. He reached up and under her, pulling down the rear zipper on her skirt. He then pulled her skirt down her legs and over her feet. Pulling the skirt free of her feet, he held her by the ankles and spread her legs wide. He sat for a moment admiring his toy, then moved each leg up so that each foot was flat on the bed. Her hands were at her sides and her jaw tight. He worked his way up her body, leaning on his left arm and guiding his shaft in with his right hand. As soon as he was in, both arms were placed by her shoulders and he contracted his abdominal muscles, pulling himself in. Samantha let out an involuntary groan at the rough initial penetration, but quickly caught herself and determined to remain unresponsive until he was finished. He worked his way deeper and deeper into her body, each thrust just a little further. Samantha's body was rigid with anger. She was gritting her teeth and gripping the bed sheet tightly. Once he was fully inside of her he turned his attention to her breasts, using his mouth, tongue and teeth to taste, explore and manipulate each breast in turn. He licked the nipples, then sucked strongly on each, pulling much of each breast into his mouth. His thrusts weren't rough, but each was fully in, almost all the way out, then fully in. Sometimes his body remained in place as he flexed his abs, sometimes he thrust so strongly with his entire body that he shook the bed. Samantha lay with her head facing the wall, her eyes mostly closed as she tried to take her mind to a different place. Tears were dripping from the corners of her eyes and onto the bed. At one point, she felt his weight shift as he reached back to lift her right leg and hook it under his arm, allowing just bit more depth to his thrust. She was biting her lip and trying not to react when she felt her leg released and both hands moved to her ass. He grabbed both cheeks tightly, increased the force of his thrusting and came, grunting loudly in her ear three times. Then he lay still. Samantha I slammed the phone down so hard I thought I broke it. "Go to hell, you son of a bitch", I said out loud, even though I was the only one there. I had been together with Fred for about three months. It started off good, but it slowly turned into hell on earth. Good riddance. If he calls me again, I will hang up. After moping around for a few hours, I decided to go out. I needed an adventure, something completely different. My life, and especially my sex life, has gone from bad to worse. I had heard about a new club downtown that was supposed to be fun. I was feeling adventurous, so I decided to go there on my own. I can take care of myself in a crowded club, and they have valet parking, so I felt safe. I got dressed in a fairly hot outfit, even though I certainly did not want to meet another man. I have had enough of men, for a while at least. I found the club with my GPS, and the valet took my car. I walked into a packed room, with barely enough room to get through to the bar. I spotted an empty stool, next to a very attractive woman, and I thought that was perfect. I sat down and said "Hi" and she smiled and nodded a greeting. I said "My name is Gail". "Nice to meet you," she answered, "I am Samantha." She was drop-dead beautiful, hair, makeup, and clothes like a model. She was drinking the typical glass of Chardonnay like most women. I ordered the same. "It's my first time here" I said by way of small talk. "Same here," she answered, "but it seems to be just another meat-market. Men have been annoying me all night, and I saw several of them checking you out when you came in." Oh great, I am in a pick-up joint. "I hope none of them hit on me, I might hurt someone!" She laughed out loud, and said "I would like to see that!" We were just starting to enjoy a good conversation, when right on cue some guy came up with a lame pick-up line. "No thanks, not interested," Samantha said, while I just ignored him. He walked away, humiliated. Some guys never say die, and soon he was back for another try. This time I spoke up, and said "Can't you see we are a couple? Buzz off!" He looked at us both with amazement. I guess he never thought that Lesbians might be attractive. No tool belts or steel-toed boots on us. He looked at Samantha and said "What can she give you that I can't?" Samantha looked him straight in the eye and said "Pussy." That did it, he walked away fast. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing, and Samantha was smiling too. "Samantha, you are really something!" She reached out and touched my arm and whispered, "Call me Sam. I prefer that." It was a pretty personal, even intimate way to touch me, and she prefers Sam? Whoa, I am on to something here! But apparently I suffer from the same stereotype view of Lesbians that the loser guy does. I have to admit that the idea of sex with another woman has occurred to me, and it intrigues me. But I would not be interested in a masculine "butch" type. That is certainly not Sam! Sam is a stylish, well-groomed, beautiful, and intelligent, articulate, feminine woman. Is that enough adjectives? The thought of seeing her naked, and having some kind of sex with her had me tingling. We were both quiet for a few minutes, and then Sam said, "I guess you know that I meant what I said to that guy." I shook my head yes. Sam said "If you want me to leave, just say so. I will just walk away." Well, I thought, you wanted an adventure, and something completely different. Go for it. I said "No, let's just both walk away, out of here." We got to the valet desk, and I said "Just follow me, I won't let you get lost." Our cars came up together, and we drove away, Sam following me. We pulled in to the parking lot at my condo, and Samantha parked next to me. My unit is on the second floor, but I have my own door and private stairway. I opened the door for us, and Samantha went up the stairs ahead of me. Her short skirt revealed her beautiful legs, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her nice ass. I poured us each a glass of wine, and we sat down next to each other on the couch. We clinked glasses and took a sip, and I said "I am so glad you came home with me." Sam said "I am glad to be here", and kissed me fully on the mouth, her tongue exploring and finding mine. She looked directly into my eyes and said "This is a new experience for you, isn't it." We were both silent for a moment, before I answered "Yes. But even though we just met, I am not uncomfortable with you at all." She put her hand on my knee, and as she kissed me again she slid her hand up my skirt and touched my pussy through my damp panties. I started to do the same; I put my hand on her knee and moved up her inner thigh. She stopped me about half way, and I was puzzled. Maybe that is how this works, I thought. This was all so new to me. I said "Let's go to my bedroom." We got up and walked to my room. I was so excited about what was happening I began to undress quickly. She followed suit, but much more slowly. I got down to my bra and panties, and then I removed the bra. I was wearing some tiny, sheer, sexy panties, and I noticed that Sam had on something more like a young boys boxers. Very strange. We sat down side-by-side on the bed, and passionately kissed while Sam reached into my panties and fondled my wet pussy. I wanted to respond in kind, but once again she stopped me. "There is something you need to know about me. I am different. I was born this way." She lifted up, and slid her boxers off. Words fail me, but I will just say I was shocked. In place of a vagina, she had a full-size penis and testicles. Not some grotesque mutation, but perfectly formed male genitals. To complete the picture, you need to visualize an incredibly beautiful woman, as perfect as a lingerie model, with a large penis and testicles. She was downcast, and quietly said "If you want me to leave, just say so." My heart went out to her. She was ready to be rejected, like usual. I wanted to have sex with her, but I also wanted her to know that she did not need to be ashamed. "Of course not," I answered, and put my arms around her and kissed her. "Please stay." We moved up onto the bed together, and lay side-by-side. We continued kissing as if we could not get enough of it, while she stroked and played with my pussy. She abruptly said "I know what you were expecting," and moved down to my crotch. She began licking and flicking my clit with her tongue, and occasionally going lower and brushing it over my asshole. This was the lesbian love-making that I had indeed been expecting, and very soon I had an intense orgasm. She crawled up beside me and we embraced. I was confused and bewildered; I didn't know what to do. I started to stroke and fondle her erect, hard penis, and I reached lower and caressed her balls. I need to stress that this was not some disgusting, freak-of-nature thing stuck on her body, it was the most beautiful penis I have ever seen. The longest one, too, straight and rock hard. I keep using the words "penis, and balls" along with the words "She, and Her" and I realize they do not go together. If you are confused, imagine how my head was spinning. Her penis was practically throbbing as I held it tightly in my hand. I started to move down to take it in my mouth, which I thought was the appropriate thing to do. Sam touched my shoulder and shook her head. "Don't you want me to . . ." and she whispered "That would be nice, but some other time." We embraced again, arms around each other. Sam said "I really want to fuck you." I murmured "Yes." She finger-fucked my wet vagina for a minute, and then pushed her long, slender middle finger all the way up my ass. With her eyes closed, and her face turned away as if she was ashamed, she whispered "I want to fuck you the way that men fuck me." I have had anal sex on exactly two occasions, with two different men. Neither time was very satisfying. The first guy acted like it was a prison rape, even though I agreed to it and was cooperating. He held me down as if we were wrestling, and jammed his cock up my ass. The second guy actually said he wanted to "cornhole" me. How charming. He shoved it in, slid in and out a few times, shot his load and promptly fell asleep. In spite of those bad experiences, I was still intrigued by the idea, and I knew Sam would not be like that. I kissed her and said "Yes, please!" I started to turn over, but she said "No, just stay like that. Lift your legs up as high as you can." I put a hand on each shin, and pulled my legs up till my knees almost touched my shoulders. She positioned herself, and I felt the tip of her cock touch my asshole. I was quivering with excitement. She pushed the tip in, and it stretched and filled me. She maintained eye contact with me, searching for any sign of pain or discomfort. There was none. Slowly and carefully she pushed it up my ass, little by little. It felt like she was exploring me, finding the path of least resistance. She would have stopped at any time if I wanted her to, but the dreamy look in my eyes told her to keep going. She was very turned on, but still very considerate and gentle. She eased it up into me, all the while gazing into my eyes, making sure it was OK. When it was all the way in, her pubic bone was pressed hard against my pussy. Vaginal juices were flowing out of me, and it ran down onto her cock. The lubrication allowed her to slide it in and out slowly. Our bodies were in full contact, with her breasts pressed against mine. Her rock-hard nipples brushed against mine, and she fucked me slowly with a gentle rocking motion. Her smooth, feminine skin against mine, and her passionate tongue-kisses, put me into a trance-like state. This was nothing like the clumsy attempts by the men. We kissed, we caressed, and we held each other passionately. This was feminine love-making, with one exception. Her long, stiff cock was up my asshole. I was hoping it would last forever, but she stopped and pulled out of me. I thought that she might be finished, that maybe she did not have the full complement of male plumbing and she did not ejaculate. I was not disappointed for long. She just wanted me to turn over. I did eagerly, and reached back with both hands to spread my butt. I wanted her to know she was welcome. I felt her move into place behind me, and her cock slid up my stretched asshole. She fucked me faster and harder in this position, and her balls slapped up against my wet pussy with each stroke. The tip of her cock went further into me than either of the men had gone, but it was not uncomfortable at all. I was in ecstasy. She thrust deep into me and stopped, and she pumped her load into me. She didn't grunt and groan like the men did, she whimpered softly as her cock twitched and pulsed, and spurt after spurt of her cum squirted into my stomach. I had never felt anything like it. We stayed like that for a few minutes, and then she pulled out and we were side-by-side again. My asshole felt stretched and wet with cum. I hoped that none of it ran out of me onto the bed. She got up and went into my bathroom, and I heard the water running as she washed herself. I was in the warm afterglow of sex, and even though I did not have an orgasm I felt completely satisfied. I guess I am bi-sexual, because even though I was turned on by her feminine body and personality, having a cock up in me was so exciting and erotic. If I were exclusively Lesbian, it would have been disgusting. Sam came back to bed, and we embraced, arms around each other. "I never knew it would be like that," I said. Sam answered "Neither did I." That puzzled me; surely she has had a lot of experience. "Haven't you done that before?" "No, I haven't. I have had it done to me a few times. You are the first woman I have had sex with." My look of surprise led her to continue. "I have tried to get together with gay women, but when they see me naked they bolt for the door. The last thing they want is a penis. I have been together with men, but about half of them hit the door when they see me, too. Most of the ones who stayed just wanted me to suck them off, which I did. A few realized there was a way to fuck me, and sometimes it was good." "But none of them would even touch me there. I guess they thought it would turn them gay, as if it was a contagious disease. Once, while I was on my knees and the guy was giving it to me good, I stroked myself and when he came I did, too. It went all over the bed, and that freaked him out. He was gone soon." This poor, beautiful creature. She suffers rejection from everyone. Everyone except me, that is. I took her half-hard cock in my hand and fondled it affectionately. We stayed close together, and soon she drifted off to sleep. Obviously I did too, because I woke with a start at about 2:00AM. My mind went in several directions at once. Was Sam a gay man who became a drag queen by using female hormones and surgery? She says not, she says she was born a female in every way except for the genitals. I know this happens, so I will take her word for it. I carefully reached over and took her semi-erect penis in my hand. I stroked it a little, and it grew hard and long in my hand. That aroused me even more, and I crawled down and took the tip in my mouth. I began to slide it in and out of my mouth, and pulled it out so I could lick the head. I looked up and Sam was smiling at me, clearly awake. I kept giving her my best blowjob, and then I did something I have never dared to try with a man. I reached under her balls, and explored until I found her anus. I pushed my middle finger up into her, while I continued the blowjob. My reward came soon, no pun intended. She filled my mouth several times with her cum, and I swallowed it as fast as I could. I crawled back up beside her, and kissed her. She didn't seem to mind my cum-slippery lips and tongue. I said "I can't get enough of you!" She replied "I know. I feel the same way." Very soon we were both asleep again. Several hours must have passed, and I was having a fantastic dream, or maybe more like a nightmare. I was tied face-down on a bed, and a big bunch of men were standing around the bed, all naked. In any direction I looked, there was a stiff hard-on . I was about to be gang-banged. I should have been terrified, but I was actually aroused. The thought of one stiff cock after another going up my ass was turning me on, in my dream state anyway. I never realized how anally erotic I am until this nights adventures. I felt something go up my ass, and I thought I was being raped, but it was actually pleasant. I came out of my dream, and then I realized it was Samantha, pushing her finger up my ass. "Good morning!" she whispered. "It's your turn to wake up being molested!" I didn't need her to tell me anything more, I got up onto my hands and knees, in an extreme doggy-position. My head and shoulders were down tight on the bed, and my butt was sticking up in the air. To my surprise, she inserted her cock into my vagina. Needless to say, it went right in to the hilt. She fucked me wonderfully that way for a few minutes, and then she said "This is just foreplay. I want to keep you fresh down there. I don't want to taste my own cum." She pulled out, and I tried to get my butt even higher in the air, pulling my knees up to my shoulders. I sensed her changing her position behind me, and I felt the head of her beautiful cock touch my asshole. Some of her cum from last night remained, and she slid up into me easily. It was amazing how far she went into me, with no discomfort at all, just erotic pleasure. I pushed my butt back against her as she pressed tightly to me. The tip of her cock went into uncharted territory in my stomach. She fucked me hard and fast, with her balls slapping up against my soaking wet pussy. Within a few minutes, she squirted another load into me. We stayed in bed for a while, recovering from our exertions. When we finally got up, I went to the kitchen and made coffee, and some scrambled eggs. We sat at the table for most of the morning, just talking. The decision that resulted was that Sam would move in with me, and we would see how it worked out. My relationships with men never lasted more than a few months, but I think this will be different. I am sure that everyone will think we are just another typical Lesbian couple, which we are, except for Samantha's wonderful anatomy. I had some fantasies drift through my mind, imagining what it would be like if we could persuade a woman to join us for one night. I pictured Sam fucking her up the ass, while I licked her pussy. Hopefully, the woman's head wouldn't explode. I even imagined what it might be like if I had a cock and Sam let me fuck her. I can't grow one, so I might have to settle for watching a man fuck Sam up the ass, while I suck her cock. Maybe we can find a trustworthy, kind man. My God, I have become a wild, liberated sexual person. I have decided that my pussy is for fondling, stroking, and licking, and my asshole is for fucking. Samantha I was a graduate student at the state university and had finished my classes for the week even though it was just Thursday. Mom was a professor of literature at the university and was at the library helping with a 'get kids to read' program. I had been volunteered to read for them. There were eighty little third graders in the library. I somehow ended up surrounded by a bunch of boys reading from a book from Gerald Durrell. It had been my favorite book growing up so I was glad to revisit with him and his menagerie. The boys were very disappointed when they had to go so I copied the book cover and handed one copy to each kid. I told them Amazon should have it. I went outside and waved at them as their bus left then went back in to find Mom. I found her talking to a cute, tall, somewhat skinny girl. I had seen her often with Mom and had always treated her politely. Both smiled at me then the girl began to walk in my direction. She appeared indecisive for a moment but continued towards me. I assumed she wanted to ask me something. Suddenly she kissed me, a full lip kiss with partly open mouth. As she began to withdraw I gently pressed my fingers to the back of her shoulder indicating to her she did not need to end the kiss. She didn't and it was a fabulous kiss. When it did end she said, "Thanks. Your Mom said you would not mind." She was blushing furiously when she resumed her walk past me. "Did you tell that girl to kiss me?" I asked Mom. "No. I told her you would not mind if she kissed you. She did ask me. I saw you enjoyed it." "Yes. It was a very fine kiss. Who is she?" "My TA, Sam." "That was Sam? I thought Sam was a guy." "No, that was Sam as in Samantha. She has wanted to kiss you for a while and now that she is near to completing her bucket list she is getting to the interesting stuff. Your name is still on her list. I saw that you and Durrell had the boys mesmerized. How many do you think will go look for the book?" "All of them. It is the finest book ever written for boys. Why is Sam in such a hurry to finish her bucket list?" "The stated reason is that she graduates with her masters in two weeks just as you will. The real reason is that she has a brain tumor. It is benign, so to speak, in that it is not cancerous but it is also inoperable. She had as much of it removed as they could get twice but each time they did it grew back faster than it had before and now it has penetrated where they can't reach. She may not survive another year." A great sadness overwhelmed me for a few moments. "Don't fall in love with her," Mom said. "No way. Why would I do that?" "Because she is in love with you. Even though you had no idea who she was you always treated her politely. She seemed to think you liked her. Don't tell her you didn't know she was my Sam." I saw her walking back towards us and I forced my sadness into a mental closet. When she joined us I scooped her into my arms and kissed her. It was a loving kiss, which she devoured. "Mom told me I could," I said to her. "No I didn't. He's a masher, a playboy that thinks every girl is in love with him. Ignore him. Did you lock my office? He is taking us to lunch." "Yes, but I..." "Make him pay for that kiss." Sam giggled and said, OK." I shook my head as if I had been imposed upon and mumbled, "Where to?" I was given the name of the best Tex-Mex restaurant in the city. I drove us there and as we walked in Sammy stumbled a bit. I took her hand and helped her regain her balance. "Where are your glasses?" Mom asked her how Moms do. "In my purse." "Your purse is never going to see, it does not need them." We were being led to our table by then so I just kept holding her hand until we sat. She retrieved her glasses and put then on. They made her look even cuter. "Son, tell her she looks cuter with them on." "She does. You do. The only drawback is that you now can see how ugly your lunch date is." She burst into giggles as Mom simply rolled her eyes as Mom's do. We ordered and began devouring the chips on the table. We talked about everything but mostly about the kids we worked with that morning. "Did you get a headache?" Mom asked Sam. "No. Apparently I don't get headaches when I read out loud. And no I did not get a headache while reading the menu." "I did. That thing is longer than Gone With The Wind," I said. Mom just gave me her soon to patented blank stare as Sam giggled. Our food was served and we ate like we were starving which we were. We were eating lunch at two in the afternoon. After I finished my lunch I got a draft beer and Mom got a red wine. I asked Sam if she wanted one or the other and she said she didn't drink. Mom asked her, "Why not?" Sam's eyes widened and Mom ordered her a glass of sweet red wine. She did not like it at first but by her third sip she was OK with it. By the third sip of her second glass she was drunk. Everything anyone did or say was hilarious to her. She kissed me twice. Mom decided she was not in any condition to go to her dorm and decided to take her home with us. On our way out the hostess said, "Your girlfriend is funny you need to bring her back." "Oh, I will but from now on her wine limit is one." We all laughed, except for Sam, she had a stunned expression on her face. I could not tell if it was because anyone thought she was drunk or that they thought she was my girlfriend. As we drove home Sam's hilarity resumed and kept asking what the people in the small square SUV had done with the hamsters. Mom told me to put her in my bed. I decided to ask later and maneuvered Sam to my bedroom as she protested that she was not at all sleepy. About five seconds after her head hit the pillow she was sound asleep. Mom was waiting for me at the kitchen table drinking coffee. I made myself a cup and sat with her. She did not say anything at first. Eventually she said, "I want you to treat her as if she is your girlfriend until graduation. You have that trip to Costa Rica and she has to set up for a classroom so you only need to be her boyfriend for two and a half weeks. By the time you return she will be in teacher meetings. One of the items on her bucket list is to have someone make love to her and someone fuck the hell out of her. The name she has for both is you. There is no second name. She says she is not a virgin and has been invaded by three guys. She got no pleasure out of any of them. The guys apparently just used her as a cum bucket, if you will pardon the expression. Make love to her first. When she seems ready fuck her to Timbuktu. She will know you don't love her but never say that. And don't tell her you love her, pity is the last thing she wants." "Is it the tumor that is affecting her eyesight?" "Yes, and her sense of balance. So far no cognitive loss, she is as bright as ever." "Do you love her?" Mom was annoyed by the question and fidgeted for a while before staring at me. She began to say something but burst into tears and just nodded yes. "I will help you make her life happy," I said then took her into my arms and held her. She eventually got up and went to my bed and lay down next to Sam. It had been a stressful day for Mom and she was soon asleep too. I drove over to Sam's dorm room and packed everything I thought she would need for the next three weeks. I set her stuff up in my bedroom then lay down next to her. "Did you go somewhere?, Mom asked. "Yes, I got her stuff from her dorm room." "Thank you baby. I love you." "I love you too," a still somewhat drunk Samantha said. Mom and I laughed which woke Sammy up completely. "Where am I?" "In bed with my mother. You two got us kicked out of the place and I was so embarrassed I can never go back." "What did we do?" "Well first were the passionate kisses, to me to Mom to our waitress and to the cat that lives there." "I kissed a cat?" "Yes. It was funny, after the kiss you then spent a lot of time trying to spit out cat hair. Then you kissed Mom and she had to spit out cat hair. Then you accused a family that came in of killing and eating the hamsters." Mom lost it at that one and began to howl in laughter. Sam realized I had made it all up and began to beat me about my head and shoulders. She stopped when I kissed her but resumed when I stopped. We repeated that cycle three times until Mom asked, "Son, do you have condoms?" Sam was apparently still drunk enough to admit she was on the pill. One kiss later the conversation had worked its way past the fuzzy parts of her brain and she understood we were going to fuck. She blushed and hid her face. Mom said, "Sam, we need to start on the term papers. Take a quick shower then join me in the office." Sam stumbled when she got up and I had to steady her. I did so with an embrace then led her to my dresser and showed her where her underwear and shorts were. I then opened the closet and showed her the dresses, skirts, and blouses were. I led her to the bathroom and showed her where all her stuff was. Her eyes were wide open and she blushed as she trembled a bit, she realized she had moved in with me. I turned on the water in the shower and undressed her. I kissed her very fine tits as I exposed them. I kissed her pussy as I exposed it. I kissed her as I urged her under the water then left her. Before I left the room I picked out one of my t-shirts and laid it out on the bed for her. I fixed a pot of hot tea for them then took the pot and two cups to the office. Mom was already in there wearing just a t-shirt. I returned to my room and saw she was out of the shower drying herself. I took my clothes off and joined her in the bathroom. A long naked hug and kiss later I said, "Mom is waiting for you in the office." She smiled and nodded and after staring at my rapidly rising cock for a few moments she kissed me and left the bathroom. She was wearing my t-shirt as she left to join Mom. I finished my shower and put on some loose gym shorts and returned to the office. I kissed both then took a beer and a textbook to our patio. About an hour later they came out to join me. We only had two patio chairs so when Mom sat in hers I pulled Sam to my lap. We kissed. "Sam, do you want him now or do you want to wait until tonight? We do need to get started on the second set term papers soon." Mom asked. "How about now and tonight?" I said as I placed Sam's naked pussy over my now free cock, it slowly slid into her very slick pussy. She had an orgasm. Mom left us with a smile and Sam gently fucked me until she had another orgasm. I kissed her then took her shirt off and loved her tits. She fucked me harder and had a nice orgasm that took over her body for several moments. I had not cum but she seemed to be fucked out so I just held her to me as we kissed. "Your Mom is waiting for me," she said. She stood slowly as she enjoyed my cock's trip out of her pussy. I got a big kiss and a thank you before she hurried back into the house. I had to call her back so she could put the shirt back on. I got another kiss. I got dressed and went to pick up a pizza. I took slices to them in the office then went back out to the patio with a beer, pizza and a different textbook. After I was done with all three I went to the office and kissed them both again then went to the living room and watched a baseball game. It was the top of the eighth inning when they joined me on the couch. The half inning had just ended so Sam wasted no time before straddling me. My cock finished becoming erect in her pussy. Mom had not seen that move so she sat next to us and kissed Sam then asked me, "Which inning. What score?" I told her then Sam hugged me to her and began a slow gentle fuck when the inning ended and she had a fine orgasm. She continued her slow pace when the game resumed. Mom got up and left us, she had figured out what Sammy was doing. Sammy was soon pounding her pussy on my cock. I could not hold back any longer and erupted into her pussy luckily just as she erupted around my cock. We kissed passionately between gulps of air until our fluids became cold. She began to back away slowly and we both watched as my cock exited her pussy. As soon as it slid out Sam gave me a passionate kiss then stood up and headed to the kitchen. I stood and was staring at the mess we had made on the couch when Sam returned with a roll of paper towels. I helped her clean up which included a wet patch under where Mom was sitting. She definitely knew Sam and I were fucking. It occurred to me that leather couches had a big advantage. We went to the kitchen and threw the wet, sticky paper towels away and fixed two glasses of ice water then went to bed. We had looked in on Mom but she was already sound asleep. Soon we were too. Neither of us had to be anywhere for three days so we spent them making love, fucking, eating take out, and napping. Sam and Mom finished grading papers. Sam and I fucked before getting out of bed each morning, right after lunch, then after we went to bed each night. Except for our morning fuck Monday was a normal day. Mom and I usually carpooled because our first classes started at the same time and her last class ended just fifty minutes after mine. Sam did not have anything in particular to do at the start of the day so she went to Mom's office and began to add term paper grades to the computer. Her last class was with Mom. We met at the student union for lunch and I held Sam's hand as I walked them back to their building. After my last class I went to Mom's office and I walked Sam to her last class again holding her hand. I kissed her before she walked into Mom's classroom. Mom gave me a big smile when I did. That afternoon Mom and I resumed holding hands for the first time in fifteen years. We went to a Chinese buffet for dinner and had a nice time as we overstuffed ourselves. I was holding each of their hands as we returned to the car. As soon as we got back home Sam hurried us to my bedroom, got us naked, and immediately began to fuck me. No, she made love to me. I had become convinced that she was truly in love with me. The relationship between Sam and Mom was easy to see, they loved each other as a Mother and daughter do. I was Mom's only child. My own feelings about Sam became a bit muddled that week. We spent the week showing each other love and passion. Mom stopped blushing when she saw our play. She pretended to be annoyed but Sam and I knew she was not. She did tell me that Sam said I had given her several orgasms each time we fucked, On Thursday we returned to the Tex-Mex place and again had a fine late lunch. Sam had one glass of wine each day for a week so she was her normal hilarious self at the restaurant not her drunk hilarious self. Mom noticed the server was flirting with Sammy and told her. The look on Sam's face told us she had just added an item to her bucket list. When the server returned Sam asked her to show her where the ladies room was. They were gone fifteen minutes and both had big grins when they returned. The server caressed Sam's shoulder when she helped her sit. After she left us I said, "Now that was the last straw. I can't believe you seduced the help. I will never be able to come back for sure." "Here, taste pussy," she said as she kissed me hard. Sam and I fucked as soon as we got home. We then semi-dressed and went out to the patio with coffee. Mom joined us with her own cup of coffee. We now had three chairs outside. "What is left on your bucket list?" Mom asked Sam. "Using my passport. I got it when I thought I was going to Mexico on the senior trip in high school but our parents cancelled because it seemed to be unsafe and sent us to Florida. That was where me and two other girls lost our virginity. That was also where me and two other girls first tasted pussy." "Do you still have contact with them?" Mom asked. "Not often, one married after graduation, I was the maid of honor. The other decided she preferred pussy to cock and moved to San Francisco. She has since moved to Vancouver. Hey, I would use my passport if I went to see her." "True, contact her." I had mostly tuned out of the conversation, I was caressing Sam's pussy with my hand. Soon Sammy could no longer carry on a conversation with Mom and had her eyes closed as she gripped her coffee mug. Sam's orgasm told Mom what had been going on under the table and emitted a somewhat exaggerated sigh as she again rolled her eyes and added a head shake for emphasis. I kept my hand over Sam's warm and wet pussy as the slowly recovered then kissed me. We went to bed soon after and I fucked Sam that night in a long gentle session that degenerated into a jungle fuck before we both exploded then immediately fell asleep. The following morning we ate a very late breakfast in comfortable silence until Mom said to Sam, "It sounded like you could cross off an important item off your bucket list last night." "Yes, I did. He was an animal." She kissed me hard then kissed Mom softly. After we cleaned up the kitchen Sam asked, " We are going shopping. Do you need anything from me before we go?" Sam was asking me if I wanted to fuck before they left. "No, I can wait until tonight." "In that case we are going shopping now," Mom said. "Want to come with us?" Sam asked. "Hmm. No thanks. Maybe next time." Both giggled and kissed me before running to get dressed. I decided to continue studying for my exams and was already deeply immersed into it when each gave me tongue darting kisses and left. Apparently Mom was very pleased with the way I was treating Sam. I was about ready for the Monday exam when they got back. I looked at the time and it had been five hours. I got flyby kisses as they handed me a bucket of fried chicken and continued to the bedroom. I went to the kitchen and plated the chicken and put two bags of steamable veggies in the microwave. Dinner was ready when they rejoined me. We ate as they gushed about the fun they had. They were in full mother/daughter mode that anyone anywhere would have recognized. I smiled at them. "What?" "Nothing. Just wondering how women can have so much fun just shopping." "It's genetic," Mom said. They went to the living room with a chick movie they had rented from a Redbox and I went back to study. Mom came by and kissed me before she said, "Potty break. I have money for her plane ticket if you want her to go with you." On her return trip by I said, "Yes." Mom gave me a big happy kiss. I wondered why I had not considered the question longer before answering. I knew it was the right answer but it was not what I had agreed to with Mom. I decided not to over-think it and resumed studying. Five minutes later I noticed that I was smiling. I decided not to over-think that either. I did wonder if I was in love with her. We did not fuck that night; Sam fell asleep in mid kiss. I knew her health was slowly fading and she no longer had the stamina she had before but that night that realization hit me hard. I cried myself to sleep as I kissed her. She was fucking me when I woke up and smiled when she saw I was awake but didn't say anything. Her pace was slow although her strokes were long. She was really enjoying herself. I began to play with her tits and her pace increased and she had a small orgasm. I began to caress her ass and she slowed again. Mom opened the door and watched us for a few moments then said, "Breakfast will be ready soon but no hurry, enjoy the fuck," then left us. "I love you Mom," Sam said to her then increased her pace again and had another orgasm. Samantha I wondered if she had called her mom before. Mom did not seem surprised by it. Sammy rested for a few moments then rolled us over putting me on top and whispered, "Fuck me hard." I did until she had a magical orgasm and it took her several minutes for her to recover. As I walked to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth she noticed I had not cum. "Did we break that thing night before last?" "No. It is fine but it has reached another gear. It apparently knows it is not done." "Glad to hear that," Mom said from the doorway. Sam giggled as they walked out together. I joined them in the kitchen after I dressed. My cock was still hard. Mom had a smile then a worried look when she saw that before I sat for breakfast. She had a very worried look when I got up after breakfast and she saw the erection was still there. As I sat to continue studying Mom asked if I was OK. I said I was fine although living with two gorgeous women was a challenge. She kissed me and left me to my studies. Twenty minutes later Sam brought me coffee and checked on my cock. It was flaccid. She smiled happily and kissed me before running out to find Mom. Sam and I were making out on the sofa that night when I asked her why she wasn't studying. "I already finished all my exams. In fact I have finished all my studies. The only thing left for me to do is post your Mom's final grades. I will do that in the morning. What time is your exam?" "Eight. We can go in together then go somewhere for breakfast after I finish my exam." "Bring me a doggy bag. I should be out of bed by then," Mom said as she joined us on the couch. "Wiseass," Sam and I said in unison. Mom had been reminding us since Thursday that the only thing on her agenda before September was a trip with her girlfriends to Las Vegas. Mom kissed us and said to Sam, "Time for our fashion show." I had forgotten about their five hour shopping spree. Sam jumped up and followed Mom to her bedroom. They returned wearing identical sundresses except Sam's dress was green, while Mom's was blue. Sam was a redhead, Mom was a blonde. After two more dresses one of which was a gown for Mom's Vegas trip they returned wearing shorts and blouses. Sammy's were the type one would wear in a rainforest; Mom's were the type one would wear in a desert. Both claimed everything was interchangeable between them. I just said, "Oh, "as I doubted Sammy's blouses would fit over Mom's bigger tits. The show ended up with swimsuits, bikinis. Mom's second one was just barely covered her good stuff and I said just that. "Too big, huh?" she asked. Sam pulled the front to the bra down then released it and it sprung up and free revealing Mom's tits. "Ta-da" they both sang. I knew Mom went to Vegas every year to get fucked but apparently she had decided to up the quality of the bait. Her tits really were fabulous. Sam was masturbating when I got to bed that night. I replaced her finger with my cock. I fucked her hard to three orgasms and made love to her to one that was bigger than the first three combined. I ejaculated an enormous amount of cum into her during her last cum and we both quickly went to sleep. My exam the next day was multiple-choice and had only fifty questions. I was done in twenty minutes. I went to Mom's office as Sam was taping the grades on the door. There were about ten students around her that quickly gathered around the list. I took Sam's hand and walked us to my car. We had become accustomed to holding hands in public. We ate a very delicious unhealthy breakfast then took one out for Mom. She was still asleep when we got home. "Go study, I will wake her up," Sam said. I returned to the kitchen and put Mom's breakfast in the oven at one hundred and forty degrees. I did not hear from the women until noon. They brought me lunch and remained to tell me they had an errand to run. Apparently someone's grade was missing from the grade list. They returned an hour later complaining about how cumbersome the system to repost grades was. The missing grade had been an A. I got up and took Sam to my bed and ate her pussy. I had wanted to do that all day. We did not fuck until that night. My final the next day was also multiple choice but only twenty-five questions. All grades had to be in by Thursday so everything had to be graded by Wednesday night, I was not surprised. Graduation for Sammy and me was Thursday night. I was not worried about the exams; I knew the real final grades for me had been submitted the week before. During the graduation ceremonies Mom was as proud of Sammy as she was of me, maybe a bit more. She may have been worried that Sammy would not make it to the finish line. I wondered why Sam's parents were not there, Mom and I appeared to be all the family she had. At our dinner feast I asked Mom that question when Sam went to the restroom and learned we really were all the family she had. Her parents and big brother had been killed in a tourist bus crash in Mexico. My Mom really was her Mom. My trip began the following Monday, fifteen days at various lodges in Costa Rica. Mom had purchased Sam's plane ticket and miraculously had us seated together. Perhaps it was flying TACA that allowed that to happen. We had not told Sam yet. "Baby, where is your passport?" Mom innocently asked Sam. "In my purse. I am an international person so I need it all the time," she quipped. "Let me see it. I have never held one and want know how it looks." Both were lies of course, she had a passport and had seen mine. Mine had stamps for Costa Rica, Canada and Spain. As soon as her passport was in Mom's hand I took Sam to my bed and again ate her pussy. "Sorry, I was famished," I told her after her cum. "So am I," she said and pulled off my shorts. She had my cock in her mouth several times before but all those occasions were preludes to a fuck. It quickly became clear to me this was a blowjob. Knowing she was going to finish me off got my cock very exited and I soon needed to work hard to keep it from exploding. I warned her twice but she kept my cock in her mouth until it was empty. She did not quit. She continued to make love to my cock so my cock stayed erect for a while. "You gave him a blowjob?" I heard Mom ask from the doorway. Sam nodded and continued her task. Mom left the doorway and I gently extricated my cock from Sam's mouth. I got dressed as Sam lay on the bed with a contented smile. I kissed her, which made her very happy. I went to the computer. TACA had acknowledged the receipt of the passport fax. We were set to go. Monday arrived and Mom was driving my car as she took us to the airport. I was sitting in the back seat as the ladies talked about Las Vegas. Mom parked the car at the terminal and we all went in. I checked our luggage, showed the passports and got our boarding passes. Mom had Sam involved in conversation throughout. We walked to the security line and Mom kissed us and left. Sam began to follow her but I took her hand and showed both of our boarding passes and driver licenses to the agent and he waived us through. It began to sink into Sam's brain she was leaving the country, that she was coming with me. Tears were flowing when we went past the x-ray station. She clung to me as we walked to our gate. Twice she tried to tell me something but almost burst into tears so she stopped. As we waited for our flight to be called she gripped my hand with ferocity. Her tears returned as we were called to board. We were perhaps five hundred miles into our flight before she could speak. "I am so in love with you I think I am going to burst," She said. I kissed her softly and said, "And I love you madly." Her tears returned and I was not sure she knew we landed and took off again from Belize. She was aware when we landed in El Salvador. She was giddy with excitement when we landed in Costa Rica. I got us a cab to our nearby hotel and after dinner I told her about our itinerary. Her eyes were wide in wonder when I described the places we would be staying and what I hoped she would see. After she ran out of questions I put all the brochures away and got naked. She immediately began a blowjob but I stopped her and asked her to please get naked too. She giggled as she ripped her clothes off. I was in bed on my back when she again tried to suck my cock but I maneuvered her over me and she at last sank my cock into her. I began to tell her about my previous trip, the problems with driving in a country that did not post highway signs, I made sure she heard me when I told her she needed to help me navigate but not to be looking at the map all the time or she was going to miss seeing something really amazing. Her urge to fly us into a fuck calmed. Tears formed and fell on me. "You are better than my wildest dreams. I'm not sure you do love me but you said you did and that is a lot more than I ever hoped. Do know I am yours. Anything you wish I will do for you. I love you." She kissed me, it was a forever kiss. I hugged her hard to me and returned her forever kiss. She began the fuck. We had just gotten to the point where all our concentration was transferred to our genitals when my phone rang. It was Mom. I put the phone on speaker. "Hi Mom," Sam and I said. "Hi. Where are you? What are you doing?" "We are in our hotel room fucking. And you? Sam answered. "In my bed masturbating," she said amid giggles. We could hear the dishwasher running, she was in the kitchen. "Honey did you like your surprise?" Sammy was just beaming apparently thinking Mom could see her face. I said, "She was literally speechless until we were flying over the Yucatan peninsula. Her shock just wore off about ten minutes ago." "No, I was fine," Sam said before bursting into giggles. "He told me we landed in Belize for twenty minutes but I don't remember that. I may have been a bit out of it for a while but I am fine now." "Good. Remember that if you don't call me everyday I will call you every night and interrupt your fuck. I love both of you. Bye" "We love you, bye." "Now where were we?" We made love and fucked for two hours that night. I had two strong cums. I lost track of hers around her eighth or eleventh. The next morning we picked up our rental car and headed towards Monteverde Lodge and the cloud forest, I had reserved two nights there. Sam was agog at the landscape and giddy when we drove past some howler monkeys. I had been there before so there were no problems with navigation. Sammy did see a dead seven-foot long boa on the road. "We don't see that at home," she said. "That would be a five hundred dollar snake at home. We should be close to our right turn." We found our way to the mountain and checked into the lodge. We made love in bed, showered, and then went to the restaurant for dinner. After dinner we strolled the perimeter of the lodge and then returned to our room and again made love. We drove to the park early the next morning. On my first trip there like everyone else I had searched for the golden toads but was now convinced there were none in the wild. I had not planned on repeating the long hike and I was not sure Sam would have been able to handle it anyway. Instead I took Sammy to the hummingbird feeders and she was just stunned at the number and variety of hummers there. I allowed her to stay for as long as she wanted which proved to be over thirty minutes. We took picture after picture. I then took her in search of a quetzal, there were several in the park. Sam again could not believe her eyes when we spotted one directly above us and another looking at us from its tree hole. As we walked a short trail I told Sam, "Find two of the exact same kind of tree," I asked her. Every time she thought she had done so I pointed out the differences, they were not the same tree. She was amazed when she realized that even though there were probably a hundred trees around us no two were the same. I was repeating an exercise a ranger had taught me before but I did not tell her that until we were home. "Are there snakes here? She suddenly asked. "Yes but not many. It gets too cold for them here at night." "What is that green thing on that tree?" "A snake, probably a kind of viper." "Aren't you afraid of it?" "No, there are no flying snakes here. It is likely waiting for the lizard above it to move. There is a nice size tarantula at the base of the tree." "Ugh." "Are you ready to go back to the lodge?" We had been in the park four hours and I did not want to stress Sam's stamina. "Lets visit the hummingbirds again first," she said. As she followed a rangers instruction on how to get one to land on her finger I bought her the first souvenir t-shirt on the trip. When I got back to the feeders Sam had a large hummer on a finger. He stayed there long enough for me to get the picture. We got back to the lodge in the early afternoon and ate lunch. We went to our room for a nap, which we really did take. Then we fucked. The lodge had some trails the best of which overlooked a valley. We went for a walk and as I hoped we heard and saw the bird whose song sounds like a loud "Boing," a sound no one would expect from a living thing. Sammy was befuddled by it and the only bird around was too far to look up in my bird guide but we did see its body quiver just before we heard the sound. It was not much better a view than I had my first time there. It was silvery and about the size of a crow. The picture I took was not going to help but I did record its call. She was entranced when we saw a toucan then saw a different kind of toucan. She was even more enthralled when we saw and heard a large troop of capuchin monkeys. It was twilight when we got back to the lodge and saw a colony of bats come out from under the roof. When we went in we saw that one bat had made a wrong turn and was flying around inside. I held the door open for it and it soon flew out. We sat at the bar and I had a beer and she got a pina colada. "Does this have alcohol in it?" she asked after one sip. "Yes, rum. You may have just one." "Pity, Kiss me." I gave her the kind of kiss newly weds share. A couple our age smiled at us and invited us to their table. They were Albert and Gretchen and were tourists from Vienna, Albert could speak Spanish and so could I so we communicated OK. Sammy's last name was Westener but it was not until then that it occurred to me it was a German name. She had enough German and Gretchen had enough English that they communicated well. We ate dinner together and had a great time. We were leaving the next morning and they had just arrived that day so the ladies traded e-mail addresses and phone numbers. Sam and I made long slow love that night. The next morning we learned Albert and Gretchen had waited on us so we could breakfast with them. Our ladies seemed to be genuinely sad to see each other go. Our next stop was Hermosa Beach in the northwest coast. We had three nights reserved at a beach hotel. We lounged on the beach most of the afternoon after we got there. We ate dinner at the hotel then had a long and leisurely fuck that night. We went exploring the next morning and bought some drinks and snacks in town to take back to the hotel with us. We also bought masks and snorkels. We ate lunch in town. When we returned to our hotel we walked to a tidal pool we had seen the day before and visited with the coral creatures using our new gear. It was like being in a large marine aquarium. That evening we dined at a beachside place we had seen on our way back to the hotel. We played a bit when we got to bed that night but did not fuck. Neither of us felt the need to do so; the contact of our naked bodies was enough that night. We did fuck before we got out of bed in the morning. We spent the morning in the swimming pool then we set out to find a different place for lunch. After we ate I drove north and we came up to a beach that was a nesting ground for sea turtles. There were a lot of people there so we drove in. A ranger told us not to pick up the babies and like an idiot I asked, "They are hatching?" "Tonight on the new moon but some are hatching now." There was a hefty fee to get to the beach but I paid it. When we got there we saw several commotions on the beach. When we got on the beach we saw that the visitors were shooing away predatory birds as they escorted the baby turtles to the sea. We had towels in the car so we joined the war. In the states such overt interference with natural processes would get you thrown off the beach. On that beach the rangers were silent and instead walked over to were a new batch was emerging from the sand and stood there until the baby turtle escorts saw them and joined that battle. Every once in a while someone would scatter a bag of chips or popcorn as a decoy drawing the very persistent gulls away. Sam and I stayed there until dark and saw so many baby turtles after sunset we stopped our escort duties. Most of the evening predators were coatis and feral cats so it was a bit more dangerous out there. Sam was too exhausted to continue by then anyway. Before she fell asleep during our drive back she claimed we had saved a million turtles. "Maybe hundreds," I said but she was asleep by then. No sex the following morning, we just packed and headed east to Fortuna and the volcano. We stopped for brunch at a town west of Arenal Lake then continued around the lake to the foothills of the Arenal volcano. We stopped to take pictures of the lake with the volcano in the background then another brief stop and conversation between Sam and some coati mundis. She gave them our stale chips. We had reservations for four nights at a cabin a short distance from Tabacon Springs. That spa has several swimming pools that are filled by the volcano's hot waters. It also had a fine restaurant and in-pool bars. Sam and I were sore from the war we had fought the previous day so after we put things away we went over to the spa. Sam was very eager to get in the pool but I led her to a waterfall of hot waters we could sit under. She loved it. The water was a bit too hot for me and the falls hit me a bit too hard so I stayed mostly in the semi natural pool in front of her. She seemed to be in a trance when I pulled her away twenty minutes later. We went to the bar and had soft drinks then went to the big pool and swam for a bit. The water in the big pool was a bit cooler than the waterfall, and the water in the adjacent middle size pool was a bit cooler still. The third kid's pool had water that was just warm. There are streams of hot water with pools to soak in all the way down the side of the volcano to the big lake. I found the waters up stream from the waterfall were too hot for me but not for Sam. She did get into all of them twice a day for four days but her favorite spot was the waterfall. While there I treated her to a massage and took her into Fortuna for dinner and some dancing on two of our nights. All of that had a fabulous side effect on her; she was terminally horny each time we returned to the room. We talked about taking an excursion to see the lava flows but we were in the big pool at the spa when the volcano gave out a loud boom and an ash plume came flying out of it. We felt the sound wave as it rolled down the volcano and through our bodies. Very cool. It was the last time we saw the top of the mountain. No lava flow viewing possible. Howler monkeys inhabited the trees above the lodge, as did a variety of parrots. We sat outside in the early evenings and watched the denizens of the tree canopy get ready for the evening as the night patrol left their caves for the sky. Coatis inspected the grounds for edible litter Samantha On the fifth morning we had to go but not until Sammy spent some more time under the waterfall. We drove to Selva Verde Lodge; we would be staying three nights. The lodge was a destination I had not been to before. I was going to take excursions with tour guides while there. I had no idea how to get to the places I wanted to go. We just got acquainted with our place that first day but went ahead and signed up for the tree top gondola ride, the zip line and the rapids tours. During our late lunch on the deck of the restaurant we saw toucans, parrots, wild parakeets, coatis, and there was a sloth slowly making it way up a tree right in front of us. We left the next morning on our zip line adventure. Although it took me twenty minutes to talk Sam into doing it as soon as we were back on the ground she wanted to do it again. It was fast ride; Sammy was not the only one screaming along the way. The gondola ride was a lot more civilized and we did see wild parakeets and a toucan. On the way back I pointed out the parasol ants to Sammy and they made her giggle. Our tour that day took us past waterfalls that everyone wanted to put their feet into. Our lodge seemed to be a magnet for tree frogs; some very colorful guys joined us for dinner at our table on the deck. We took a ride on rapids the next morning and saw the biggest and reddest iguanas we had ever seen on the trees lining the rapidly moving river. We saw macaws fly over us. That nigh Sam and I were desperate for each other and it was a long and ultimately satisfying night. We talked about heading back to Alajuela and spending the next day exploring San Jose but Sam said she would prefer to spend our last full day under the waterfall at the hot springs so we drove back to Fortuna, found a posada that had a vacancy then drove to the springs twenty minutes away. We spent all of the next day at the springs and the night dancing in town. The next morning we drove back towards the airport stopping at plaza with a very pretty and neat looking landscaping in front of their cathedral. Late that afternoon we checked back into our hotel close to the airport and I returned the car. We spent the evening nude as we tried to divide the clean clothes from the not so clean and the filthy. We ended up deciding to wear the same clothes back we had worn on the way down. We made love for hours that night. We slept on the plane on our way back. Mom was waiting for us at the terminal when we got back. I again sat in the back of the car while the ladies talked all the way back home. Sam and I started our laundry then I loaded the pictures we had taken into the computer. Fortunately I edited the R and X rated photos I had forgotten we had taken. I did not delete those however, just put them in a secure folder. For dinner Mom took us the best BBQ place in town. I got the pulled pork with sauce on the side and as usual Mom used my sauce. Our conversation centered on Sam's next checkup the next day and Mom's Vegas trip the week after. That night Sam and I made long slow love again. I drove her to the clinic and after her examination she was asked to come back the following Monday. Our faces reflected our dismay until the nurse said, "No, No, it's just to check your general health. Your eyes and sense of balance appear to be a bit better and she wants to confirm that. You have gained two pounds after losing weight each time you came for a check up. Anything new?" the nurse asked Sam after glancing at me. "Well, my need to go to an exotic land and my need for abundant sex have been satisfied but other than that, no, nothing new," Sam answered. The nurse giggled and asked, "Can I borrow him?" "Not until I am done with him. I'll get back to you." They giggled while I worried what the real reason she needed to come back was. We took Mom to the airport that Sunday, she and her friends, all teachers, were likely the rowdiest bunch on the plane. They would be returning the following Friday. We returned to the clinic on Monday and they put Sammy through an enormous number of tests that took three hours. When we were finally called to see her doctor she had a big grin on her face. "You are better," she said. Sammy did not know what to do or say so she cried. Her doctor spoke to me and said, "Every test we took was closer to normal than it has been in almost two years. My guess is she just bought at least two more years of life. " Sammy gave me credit for her better health and the doctor said, "If that was true I would prescribe him to several other patients but the truth is I don't know why you are better." Sammy had calmed and asked her doctor to repeat the two-year thing. The doctor laughed and did. Then she said, "I want you back here in six months unless you begin to lose weight again. As soon as that happens make an appointment. Congratulations, your are again a normal human being, almost." Sammy hugged her as both tried to hold back the tears. Sammy and I had our arms wrapped around each other when we left the building. "We have to call Mom," she said. I nodded yes then had a wild idea and shook my head no. "Wait, lets tell her in person." "We can't wait a week to tell her, she would kill us." "I didn't say to wait until she got back." Sammy's face just lit up when she understood what I had in mind. I got on the web and searched for cheap air fair and hotel deals and booked one leaving at ten AM on Tuesday and returned at 3 PM on Thursday. I then checked to see just how simple a Vegas wedding was. Simple. I got us tickets to shows Tuesday and Wednesday nights. I reserved a wedding chapel for Thursday morning. We would be coming back as man and wife. If she said yes I reminded myself. That night we went to the mall to presumably get new walking shorts. I led her to a jewelry store and asked her which diamond solitaire she liked. She thought I was speaking hypothetically so she looked around and chose one. I had the saleslady bring it out and Sammy tried it on. "It fits," she said. "She will wear it home, " I said and put my credit card down. The saleslady looked at Sammy and smiled then took my card to the register. I pulled Sammy to me and noticed she was trembling. I said, "I love you. Two years will be fine but I would rather have twenty. See what you can do about that." I held her to me until the saleslady returned for me to sign the sales slip. Sammy was still trembling when we walked out as an engaged couple. She did not say anything until we were back home then she screamed and jumped up and down then tore my clothes off and threw me down on my bed. She undressed as she fucked me. Her fuck was manic, ferocious. I held on as best I could for as long as I could but she did not have an orgasm until she felt my cum being squeezed out of her pussy then she had the biggest most violent orgasm either of us had ever experienced. Her body collapsed on mine and she was soon out. I embraced her to me and thought, "Yep, this is who I want as my wife." I held her tightly to me until she recovered. "You better not have lost those two years in that assault." "If I have it would still be worth it. I assume my next big surprise will be our Vegas wedding." "Damn. How can it be a surprise if you already figured it out?" "I will just go catatonic like I always do." "OK. Oh, will you marry me?" "Oh I don't know this is such a surprise yes." "We need to pack." We got out of bed and went into my shower and rinsed the sex fluids off us then changed the linens on the bed. We packed and I noticed she had packed every t-shirt I had gotten for her in Costa Rica, all seven of them. When we were done we called Mom and left her a message hoping she was not embarrassing us. She had left that message on our phones often while in Costs Rica. She understood we were in no service areas often but she decided that was a good message for us. Sammy helped me make sense out of the over eight hundred photos we had taken in Costa Rica and we ran into more R and X rated pictures. We had thought we had taken that type of picture five or six times at most but we already had over twenty such pictures in the secret album. These were of my cock's slow entry into her pussy. "We need to take those again, these are a bit fuzzy," she said. A picture of her under the volcanic stream waterfall distracted us. "Do those waters have a reputation for healing?" she asked. "Yes but there is no proof they do. Your were in them often enough and long enough to produce some effect. You have not run out of gas since we were there." We eventually decided it was only an interesting idea. "Just in case lets go back every two years," she said. "Ask me again a year and ten months from now," I said but had already decided we would go directly to Fortuna for a week every year. It was probably just a coincidence but.... We were in Las Vegas at two in the afternoon and in the same hotel Mom and her friends were in before three. From our room we could see the pool and we could see Mom. We got in our suits, put on sunglasses and went down. Mom recognized us as soon as we walked out and squealed as she ran to us. Hugs and kisses later we sat with her and told her the good news. Mom cried. Sammy showed her the ring. Mom cried some more. We told her the wedding was Thursday morning and Mom flew into a panic. "I need to go shopping, we need to get our hair done, and we need to find you a dress. We need to find me a dress. Lets go, get dressed. I will meet you in the lobby." Mom ran into the building and Sammy sighed. "Maybe we should have saved that last piece of news until tomorrow," she said. "Remind her we have a date tonight and tomorrow night." "I know you already have your suit and the ring but would you consider a little pity for the poor bride?" "No. You brought that demented woman into your family. Handle it." She pushed me into the pool and canon-balled me as I resurfaced. As she pulled herself out she was giggling. "You haven't heard the last of this," I spluttered. As I watched her walk away swaying her ass for me I fully realized how much I was in love with her. Our wedding was fine except my bride and mother cried all through it. Best Vegas trip ever," Mom said as we drove her home from the airport the next day, "Did you get laid?" Sammy asked her. "Every night," was the answer. "Me too," Sammy quipped amid giggles. Three weeks later Mom had again become ballistic, "No you can't move out of the house. You are supposed to stay here with your mother!" "Mom we love you and we will be only three blocks away. You could walk or ride your bike there?" "And why couldn't you walk or ride your bikes here?" "Well, we don't have bikes. Yet, yet, and we will, and walk here too. Mom, we are an old married couple now, it will be our one-month anniversary this Thursday. We are supposed to be out of your hair by now." Sammy added, "And if we had waited any longer we would never find a house as close to you as this one." Mom sat and thought and we saw her grumpy face fade. "OK, lets walk over to your house. You can carry me if I feel faint." We got to our house in less than fifteen minutes even with a pause for Mom to talk to one of her neighbors. "Well, it is close and the outside looks charming. Do you have a key yet?" "The realtor gave us the combination to the key box." Sammy got the key out quickly and opened the door for us. "I'll trade you houses," Mom said." "Sorry, no. But you will have your own key and cook for us when we aren't here." "Dream on. Ooh nice kitchen. Two bedrooms?" "Yes just like yours. Come see the patio," Sammy said. I dreaded showing her the patio. "Baby, make my patio just like yours. Please?" "I will try but may not have the time. I go to work the Monday after next week." "When is closing?" "Next Tuesday." Mom fell silent for a few moments then said, "OK, I approve." Sammy and I wrapped our arms around her and showered kisses on her. We walked around the house a bit longer then walked back home. Home, we were walking from home to home. I held each woman's hand tightly. They were smiling as a tear or two ran down their cheek. I managed to keep mine from traveling. We were completely in our house by the end of Wednesday. The only thing we brought with us from Mom's was our clothes. We had a new bed and bedroom set, a new sofa and chairs and a plasma TV. The kitchen and laundry appliances that came with the house were good so we just bought a kitchen table and chairs. Mom was going shopping with Sammy for pots, pans, dishes, and silverware the next day. Our second bedroom had two corner desks and two computers. I also had a small lab table I got from the university when they decided to replace them. It had been in storage since the previous summer. "You aren't going to be recreating Frankenstein in here are you?" "No, no, probably not. Most of my stuff will be on microscope slides. It would probably be a good idea for you not to touch anything though." "No problem there. Where are you taking me for our anniversary dinner?" "The Tex-Mex place. Sandi works tomorrow." "Ooh, thanks. Is Mom coming with us?" "Yes, I think she may want to watch, or share." "Lets fuck on our new bed again." The next day Mom gave us a set of mixing bowls and a blender as anniversary gifts. We went to the restaurant late that afternoon and somehow Sandi finished her shift as we finished our dinner. As it turned out Mom wanted Sammy to share Sandi. I dropped all three off at Mom's house and drove on home. Sammy came home almost two hours later and announced she needed a hard fuck. I did my best. Monday morning I went to work for a biochemical company. I spent most of my first day filling out forms and shaking hands. I was eventually shown my lab and I had some data to go through before I began to do some testing. The company had the newest and best machinery and computers and my job turned out to be easy, perhaps too easy. By the end of the week I had a completely different problem on my hands, Sammy was sick. Her doctor did not seem to be too terribly concerned and I may have been a bit gruff with her. She would not see Sammy until Monday. Eventually I noticed that Sammy seemed to welcome her symptoms, even her nausea. I began to panic. Mom told me in no uncertain terms I was going to work on Monday that she would take her daughter to the doctor. I decided to allow her to do so; I knew punching the doctor would likely be counter-productive. I did not get a call all day and by the time I got home I was falling apart. Mom and Sammy were on the sofa giggling about something. I was about to let them have it when Sammy signaled for me to follow her. I probably stared at the bassinet for a while but it did not register in my head until Sammy said, "I have a temporary condition." I began to cry. Any macho image I had left crumbled. Sammy and Mom didn't seem to mind but I forced myself to man up and kissed my wife and soon to be mother of my child. "Do you remember that wild jungle fuck we had after we got back from to Costa Rica? I am sure that was when it happened. I worried that I may have hurt it while we were in Vegas but every sign says perfectly healthy baby. I love you." "I love you," I said and kissed her like you would kiss the love of your life. "What happened to the birth control you were taking?" "I stopped taking it before our first kiss. I wanted to have your child and your Mom assured me she would raise our child when I died. Your Mom insisted I not tell you. The good part is I will live long enough to see our baby walk. The best part is that your Mom will have to do the potty training." "Don't be so cocky, pregnancy changes your entire body chemistry. That is probably where your extra time came from with maybe with an assist from a volcano. All I have to do is keep getting you pregnant at the springs and you will live forever." "OK," she said before she gave me a wild kiss. Mom was nowhere to be found by then; she knew I would get on her case for plotting behind my back. She allowed me to panic even though she knew Sammy was likely pregnant. She knew that........ Mom had never expected I would fall in love with Sammy. She had never expected we would marry. She hadn't even known if Sammy would live to see her child. "Baby, I need to go talk to Mom." "Be gentle with her, I was a co-conspirator and..." I kissed her. "Neither of you expected I would be around to know I had fathered a child. Both of you expected me to be long gone into my next life by now. I want to ask her if she would have told me it was my child she was caring for. Do you know?" "No but my guess would be she wouldn't have. I think she did not want to burden you with it." I kissed her and walked over to Mom's. She seemed to be very nervous when I walked in. I took her in my arms and kissed her. "If things had gone as you planned, would you have told me?" "No." I kissed her again and as I began to walk away I said, "Then it's a good thing I didn't listen to you and fell in love with her." "I was never happier than when you agreed to take her on your trip. I knew then you were in love. Cherish her for as long as she lives and remember she will leave a part of her for us." I nodded and went home. Sammy lived eleven years. Her tumor was inactive for ten of those but when it returned it was very active. She was blind and in a wheelchair her last four months, we still fucked often however. Our daughter was exactly as her mother, tall and a bookworm. We had told her about the tumor when she was eight. She ordered me to fix it. My tears told her all she needed to know and she hugged me. She helped her mother the best she could from then on. Sammy was in our bed suffering some pain her last two weeks. Our daughter suffered her pain too as Mom did, as I did . Sammy however was happy; she had lived long enough to be a happy wife and a proud mother. It was the best-unexpected gift ever she said. After she suspected her tumor had returned she had written letters to Mom, our daughter and to me. She thanked us for her happy life, she thanked us for loving her, the greatest gift anyone can give. She wrote a personal note to each of us of happy memories. We read our letters after we returned home from the cemetery. Mine included thanks for the kiss I gave her right after she kissed me, and our first fuck, and her first orgasm from me. She described her emotions during the fuck in which we made our daughter, she though she was going to die but could not stop. She gushed over her surprise first trip to Costa Rica, showing her my love, the turtles, the volcanic springs, and her ring. She thanked me for Mom and our daughter and for remembering her birthday and our anniversary every time. For being there for her every day. She ended her letter by writing, "You made me happy, be happy, I will wait for you." I look forward to seeing her again. Samantha She had always called him Uncle Jack even though they weren't related. As a child Samantha would often come over and play with his daughter Kaley and the name just sort of stuck. Even back then Jack could tell she was going to be a pretty girl. Just as cute as could be with her long blond hair and green eyes. The summer that Kaley and Sam graduated high school was going to be a hot one, even for the South. It was only late June but already the temperature had climbed over 100 degrees several times. Kaley came downstairs one Saturday morning and asked if Sam could come over so they could wash their cars. Inside the city where Sam lived water restrictions had already been put in place so car washing there was forbidden. But Jack and Allison lived out in the country where they got their water from a well. When the house was built Jack had been insistent that they dig his well much deeper than need be. He wanted to make sure they never ran out of water and in the ten years they had lived in the house it had never been a problem. Allison looked at Jack and asked, "Do you care if she comes over?" "Of course not. Sam is always welcome here." It wasn't long before Jack heard Sam's car in the driveway. He put aside the morning paper as Sam walked in the door. His jaw dropped when he saw her. Gone was the acne he had seen on her when she was in high school. He had been right. As a grown woman she had turned out to be beautiful. Good heavens she had developed a nice rack. He got up to greet her and she said, "Good morning Uncle Jack" as she hugged him. He felt those soft but firm tits pressing into his chest as they embraced. And God did she ever smell good. "Dad. Can you help us?" Kaley asked. "Help you what sweetheart?" he replied. "Wash our cars silly. Neither one of us have ever done it before." "Sure honey," Jack replied. "Thank you dad. We're going to go up to my room and change clothes and we'll be out there in just a minute," Kaley told him. Jack walked out to his storage building and got all his car washing supplies and set them down in the driveway. He was just beginning to unroll the water hose when he thought he was going to have a heart attack. Kaley and Sam had emerged from the house and Jack looked up and saw Sam standing there in just about the tiniest little bikini he had ever seen. The swimsuit left precious little to the imagination. He tried his best not to stare at her. He hoped the instant stiffness he felt in his shorts wasn't noticeable. Jack finished getting the hose out and took it to where the cars were parked. They started on Kaley's car. Jack showed them how to hose it down and how they should start washing the roof of the car and work their way down. Truth be told, Jack did most of the work making sure to point out little tips he had learned over the years. When they had finished Kaley's car Jack said, "Now you two are going to have to do all the work on Sam's car. I'll just sit over here in the shade and I'll help you if you need me to." The girls had proven to be quick learners as they went about washing Sam's car as Jack had shown them. Jack was awfully glad he had put on his dark sunglasses. As the girls went about their work he could pretty much stare at Sam's sexy body without too much fear of being detected. He loved the way her bikini bottom would work its way up into her ass crack and leave her cheeks somewhat exposed. She had a beautiful ass too. Tight and firm. It was, well, perfect. He tried his best to look at her pubic area to determine whether or not she kept her pussy shaved. He had always thought a shaved pussy was a beautiful thing. He had seen women in magazines and on the internet that shaved their pubic area. But he had never seen one in person. Allison would never do such a thing, even though he asked her to many times over the years. She had always fussed that she thought it would be all itchy and uncomfortable when it grew back. She would occasionally agree to let Jack trim it back a little, but even that was rare. Most of the time she just walked around with full grown Amazon rain forest thick bush. After years of trying with no success he had simply given up on it and didn't ask anymore. Once Sam bent over directly in front of Jack to get soapy water on the cloth. Her could see all the way down her cleavage. They gotta be at least C cups Jack thought to himself. Maybe even D's. Either way they looked huge to him and he imagined what it would be like to have her beautiful tits in his mouth. Good heavens Jack thought to himself. She is Playboy material. Beautiful face. Big tits. Tight ass. He had no doubt whatsoever that if Sam was inclined to pose she could easily be Playmate of the Month in an upcoming issue. That stiffness he had felt in his shorts earlier had now swelled to a raging hard-on. And now he had a dilemma. He didn't want to the girls to see his erection. And God knows he didn't want to walk back in the house where Allison was and have her notice his aroused state. He mumbled something to the girls about needing to check on something and headed back to the storage building trying his best to not let them see his condition. The girls were soon finished with Sam's car and Jack noticed through the window they had both gone back inside the house. His cock was still aching uncomfortably. He stood where he could see the house in case anyone came outside and he unzipped his pants. He grabbed a couple of paper towels off the shelf. He took his cock out and started to jack off right there in the storage shed. He could still smell Sam's lovely scent from his hug earlier. He imagined what her big tits would look like bare. He imagined how beautiful Sam's little shaved snatch would be. He tried his best to catch all his cum with the paper towels but that load was so big and so forceful he ended up splattering some onto his toolbox. He quickly cleaned up his sticky mess before anyone came outside. Erection relieved, he could go back in the house himself. The next year quickly passed. Kaley loved her first year of college. But Jack got laid off from his job in the spring. Corporate downsizing. Or right sizing. Or whatever damned buzzwords they used these days. But before Jack knew it summer was here again. Depressed and lonely he spent his days searching all the job sites. He applied for several. Even got a couple of interviews. But nothing seemed to go his way. One morning the phone rang. He didn't recognize the number on caller ID so he thought he should answer in case it was one the jobs he had applied for. "Hey Uncle Jack," said the voice on the line. Jack didn't recognize the voice at first, but no one called him Uncle Jack except for Sam. Just hearing her sweet voice brightened his day. "Hey Sam. How are ya this morning?" he asked. "I'm fine. Is Kaley there?" "No. She got a job this summer at the water park. She won't be home until probably 7 or so." "Oh. That's right. I forgot. It's just that I've got the clothes I borrowed from her and I'm only about 5 minutes away and I wanted to give them back to her. Is it all right if I come by and drop them off?" Never wanting to miss an opportunity to see Sam, Jack quickly answered, "Of course it is. Allison's at work and there's nobody here but me and the dog but we aren't going anywhere anytime soon." "OK. I'll be there in about 5 minutes. Bye Uncle Jack." Thankfully Jack had showered and shaved that morning. These days he didn't often shave. He just didn't see the need to shave to sit at the computer and try to find a job. But when he stood in the bathroom this morning and looked at his face something just told him it was time for a shave. He was glad he would at least look presentable for Sam. In a few minutes Sam's car pulled up. Jack greeted her at the door. He thought it odd when he saw her and all she had in her hand was an old t-shirt Jack bought for Kaley on a business trip a couple of years ago, but he didn't say anything. He was just glad to see her. Once again Sam threw her arms around Jack and gave him a big hug. She smelled wonderful, as always. As they embraced Jack noticed that Sam was wearing her bikini top under her little t-shirt. He invited her inside and offered her a cup of coffee. "It's too hot already for coffee," Sam replied as she laid Kaley's t-shirt on the kitchen table. "Uncle Jack. The air conditioning in my car has gone out and I'd really like to cool off. Do you mind if I jump in the pool for a bit?" she asked. "Sure. Go ahead sweetheart." "Will you come out there with me?" she asked. "It's no fun by yourself." What the hell he thought. Watching this gorgeous young woman frolic around the pool was far better than staring at a computer screen. "OK," Jack answered. "Let me go get on some swim trunks and I'll be right there. You go ahead and I'll be there in a minute." Sam headed towards the door leading to the pool. Jack walked back to the bedroom to get his swim suit on. As he stood at the dresser he thought to himself there's no way that Sam was trying to seduce him. Or was she? He didn't know and at that minute he really didn't care. What he did know, however, was that if she was trying to seduce him he wanted to be ready. He reached in the drawer and quickly popped a Viagra from the bottle. Jack got his trunks on and headed towards the pool. As he walked through the kitchen he saw the bottle of bourbon sitting on the counter. Why not he asked himself. Even though it was only 11 o'clock in the morning he wanted a drink. He got a large glass out of the cabinet and mixed himself a nice, strong drink. He grabbed his shades and headed out to the pool. Sam was already in the pool when he got there. God she looked even better than last summer Jack thought to himself. He sat down at the shallow end of the pool and dangled his legs in the water. "What ya drinking?" Sam asked him. "Bourbon and coke. I know it's still early but I just felt like having a drink." Sam swam towards the edge of the pool where Jack was sitting. "Can I have a sip?" she asked. He thought for a second about her only being 19. She wasn't old enough to legally drink. "Sure. But just a sip. I already lost my job. I don't need to go to jail too," he laughed. He handed her the glass. Jack saw her wince as she took her sip knowing that the liquor was strong and she wasn't ready for it. "It's tasty," she said. Jack chuckled and asked, "Really? I thought it might be a bit too strong for you." "No. I like it. Can I have one more sip?" "OK. But just one more. I can't have you coming over here and getting drunk." Knowing it was the last sip Jack was going to let her have Sam turned the drink up and took two or three swallows. "Hey. Go easy there," Jack told her. Sam sat the drink on the pool deck next to Jack. Jack couldn't help but notice how fantastic Sam's breasts looked. He was certain there was just barely enough material in her bikini top to cover her areolas. He almost regretted taking the Viagra now because he could feel his cock beginning to stiffen and he didn't want to embarrass Sam by having a hard dick staring her in the face. "Come on and get in," Sam asked. Jack thought the cool water of the pool would help his current condition. And even if it didn't at least it would hide it. Jack carefully slid down the side of the wall and into the pool. The water felt warmer than he thought it would. At least now Sam couldn't easily see his ever-growing cock. "Any luck with any job prospects?" Sam asked. "No honey. Nobody wants to hire an old man like me," he replied. "You're not old! Not at all," she protested. "Well thank you sweetie. That's nice of you to say." "Uncle Jack," she started, "I've always thought you were the most handsome man I've ever seen. Even when Kaley and I were kids I used to dream about what it would be like if I could your wife instead of Allison." Jack struggled to think of the right thing to say here. Before he could come up with anything Sam stepped closer towards him. "I see the way you look at me. You think I don't notice but I do." All Jack could do was to reach for the glass and take a drink. He had no idea what to say. She was right. He did want her badly. As he sat the glass back on the deck Sam reached up and untied her bikini top. She let the straps fall into the water as she reached behind her back and undid the clasp. And there they were. Those magnificent breasts that Jack had fantasized about. They looked even better than he had imagined. Her areolas were huge but so lightly colored you almost couldn't tell where they began. The cool water had made her nipples nice and stiff. Of course they weren't the only things that were stiff. Jack could feel his cock throbbing. Sam came even closer. Close enough to press her perfect tits into Jack's chest. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a kiss. Jack resisted. At first. A little anyway. Those old pervy feelings rushed back. He felt a little scared. A little nervous. But hell. She was 19. Legal. And she wanted him. He wrapped his arms around her and they kissed deeply. As their tongues lashed at one another Sam reached down and pressed the palm of her hand against Jack's cock and slid her hand up towards his belly. She pulled back slightly from the kiss and Jack saw Sam's eyes had widened. "My God Uncle Jack. You cock is huge!" Jack had never thought of himself as well hung. He thought he was pretty average. Six, maybe seven inches at most. Then he realized Sam probably didn't have much experience and maybe his WAS larger than any cocks she had seen before. Either way he didn't care. It made him feel good for Sam to say such a thing. "It's not huge honey. Just normal sized," he told her. Sam slid her hands inside the waistband of his swim trunks and pulled them down onto Jack thighs. Jack stepped out of the shorts and threw them on the side of the pool. Sam took his cock in her hand and lightly stroked the length of it. She reached down and gently rubbed his balls. Jack reached down and put a hand on each of Sam's breasts. They felt so perfect. Big and firm without a hint of sag. He turned Sam around so that her back was now against the pool wall. He bent down and put his mouth on her left nipple. It tasted so heavenly. He slowly flicked his tongue back and forth over her nipple. He glanced up at Sam's face and saw she had her eyes closed and was smiling ever so slightly. He reached over with his left hand and cupped the other breast. He lightly pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger. Sam's head was thrown back and Jack knew she was enjoying this. Maybe even as much as he was if that was possible. Jack switched his mouth over to her other breast. He put both hands around her waist and pulled her tightly to him. When he could stand it no longer he reached down and pulled down her bikini bottom. Sam helped him get it completely off and again they kissed each other deeply as Jack's erection pressed into Sam's belly. As their mouths parted Jack reached down and grabbed Sam's ass cheeks with both hands. She was so small and light that he easily lifted her onto the side of the pool. He motioned for Sam to lay on her back and he lightly pushed at her thighs to open them wide. She pulled her feet out of the water and put them on the edge of the pool as she opened her legs as far as she could. She scooted her hips towards the pool and put her pussy right in Jack's face. It was the most beautiful thing Jack had ever seen. Young and delightfully pink. And completely bald. Not a single hair to be seen. Jack thought for a moment perhaps he had died and gone to heaven. He reached both arms underneath Sam's thighs. He longed to taste her pussy. But not yet. He licked the inside of her thigh. Kissed it. Bit it ever so gently. Slowly he worked his mouth up her thigh towards her pussy. As bad as he wanted it, he still wanted to tease her a bit. He put his mouth on her bare skin where her pubic hair would have been. As he flicked his tongue across her tender flesh he could hear Sam suck in her breath. One quick flick of the tongue across her clit and Jack began kissing and licking Sam's other thigh. "No Uncle Jack! Please! Please lick my pussy," Sam begged. "Not yet sweetie. In due time," Jack told her although he did slip a couple of fingers inside her in hopes of placating her for now. Jack continued to nibble on Sam's thigh. He worked his way up her thigh to her knee and then started down again. By then Sam's ass was wriggling on the concrete and neither of them could stand it for much longer. He finally got his face near her pussy again. At first he started simply kissing her pussy. Short, light kisses around her clit. Jack stuck his tongue out and ran it down the length of her pussy. As he worked his way back towards Sam's clit he flicked his tongue back and forth across her pussy lips. At one point he stuck his tongue out as far as he could and slid it in her pussy as far as it would go. Jack could feel Sam's body tensing up as she placed a hand on the back of his head and tried to push his head as deeply into her pussy as she could. Jack moved back over her clit and opened his mouth, sucking on her clit area. He gently nibbled on Sam's now swollen lips and then put his tongue directly on her clit. Back and forth, side to side, and up and down her worked her clit for all he was worth. Sam's hips were bucking now as though she was trying to meet every flick of the tongue with a thrust of her own. "Please don't stop. Lick me. Lick my puss-ssy," Sam implored. Jack was doing his best to meet her demands. Although by now Sam's hips were bucking so wildly Jack was having trouble keeping his mouth on her pussy. "Ohhhh." "Yes" "Yes" Sam's hips suddenly stopped bucking as she raised them high in the air. "Ahhhhhhhhh," she moaned as she lowered herself back to the ground. Her other hand reached up and she began to stroke Jack's hair as he continued to plant little love kisses all over Sam's swollen pussy. Sam pulled herself up and leaned back on her hands on the concrete behind her. Jack's heart was racing. As he rubbed the side of his face he noticed it was slick. He must be some sight, he thought, as he stood there with his face covered in a combination of his saliva and Sam's sweet pussy juice. "Uncle Jack. Come sit beside me," Sam asked. Jack pulled himself out of the pool and sat on the edge beside Sam. Sam leaned over to kiss him and as she did she reached down and wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock. Jack was glad he had taken the Viagra after all as his cock felt as large and as thick and as hard as he could ever remember it feeling. "Its your turn," she said. "I want to try to take you in my mouth." Jack glanced over and saw that someone had left a couple of large beach towels on the table in the grass area. He stood up and took Sam's hand and led her towards the table. Jack spread the towels out next to each other on the grass and laid down on them. "You're so huge I don't know if I can do this. But I want to try." "It'll be OK honey. Just take what you can and don't worry about it," Jack told her. Sam knelt down on the ground facing Jack between his legs. She held his cock in her right hand and started off just running her tongue around the head of his cock. Jack looked down and saw her position didn't look too comfortable with one hand on his cock and resting her weight on her other hand. "Wait a second," Jack said. He stood up and got one of the lawn chairs nearby and sat it on one of the towels. He sat down in it and scooted forward a bit. It was perfect. Sam could now rest her arms on his thighs and do whatever she wanted with his cock. Sam opened her mouth and then lowered it onto Jack's cock. Samantha She had no trouble getting the head inside, but as she moved to take more of him she gagged just a little. Jack could tell that Sam wasn't lying about the size of his cock. It did seem huge – even to him. But he also realized she probably didn't really know what she was doing. "It's OK baby," Jack reassured her. "You're doing just fine. Just relax and take your time." Sam felt comforted by Jack's reassuring words. As Jack looked into her eyes he noticed a slight smile across her face. As Jack rubbed her hair she took him in her mouth again. It all felt so wonderful to Jack. Even though Sam's techniques weren't the best in the world she was making the effort. She was at least trying to please him. And that's all that mattered. "Rub your tongue back and forth against the underside of the shaft," Jack instructed her. When Sam hit the spot he was talking about he said, "Yes. That's it. Right there." "Damn that feels good baby." And it occurred to Jack that he wasn't far from cumming. But he didn't want to surprise Sam by shooting a load in her mouth. "Sam. I'm gonna to cum soon. Do you want it in your mouth or not?" he asked. Without missing a beat or even taking his cock out of her mouth Sam nodded her head ever so slightly. Jack assumed that meant it was OK to cum in her mouth. "Oh here it comes baby. It won't be long now," he moaned, as Sam worked her tongue even harder back and forth against his shaft. Some sort of primitive "ohhhhhhhhh" came out of his mouth as Jack unleashed a hot torrent of cum down Sam's throat. But the minute Sam felt the goo first hit her throat she opened her mouth and pulled back. Jack instinctively reached down and grabbed his cock and stroked the last few spurts out spraying some on Sam's face without meaning to. She looked up at Jack and asked "Did I do it wrong?" Jack quickly thought this must have been Sam's first ever blow job. At least it was certainly the first time a man had ever cum in her mouth. Jack looked down at her angelic face, now covered in his cum. As beautiful as she was – and she WAS – she looked even more beautiful to Jack with his sperm on her face. "No baby. You did just fine. Just next time wait till all the cum's out before you pull away." Jack smiled at her and said, "Or you end up getting it all over your pretty face. Let's get you cleaned up." Jack grabbed another towel from the table and began to wipe the goo off Sam's face. He was so easy and gentle with her and it made her happy and all warm inside. Sam laid down on the beach towel Jack had spread out earlier. She motioned for him to come over beside her. Jack laid down next to Sam and propped his elbow on the ground and held his head in his hand looking down at her. Sam smiled as she looked up at Jack. "Uncle Jack." "Yes Sam." "Can I ask you something?" "Sure." "I want your cock in my pussy. I'm on birth control pills so I won't get pregnant. Will you fuck me?" Jack didn't say it, but he thought that was the stupidest question he had ever heard. Of course he'd fuck her. He'd been dying to fuck her ever since she came of age. Every time he saw her all the thought about was fucking her. And now here she was laying next to him in all her naked beauty and she really thought she had to ASK if he'd fuck her. "There's nothing I'd like more," Jack replied. "Have you ever done it before?" he asked. "Grant and I did it a few times but he's just a kid. But I've never been with a man before. Like you," she told him. Jack assumed Grant must be an ex-boyfriend. Or maybe her current boyfriend. Either way, he didn't care. He was somewhat relieved she wasn't a virgin. "Do you have a favorite position? Jack asked. "Any way you want to do it is fine. I just want you," Sam told him. Jack leaned down to Sam's face and pressed his lips next to hers. As her mouth opened to receive his kiss Jack reached down with his right hand and grabbed his cock. Good. Still rock hard. He was so pleased with himself for taking the Viagra. He let go of his cock and slid his hand over onto Sam's thigh. As their tongues dueled Jack slid his hand down to her pussy. He wanted to make sure she was nice and wet before attempting to enter her. He need not have worried. As his fingers eased in and out of her pussy Jack could feel how slippery she was. He rolled over to get on top of her and then stood on his knees between her legs. Jack reached down and gently spread Sam's thighs apart with his hands. He leaned forward and placed his weight on his left hand and took his right hand down to his cock to guide it in Sam's pussy. The last thing he wanted was for it to hurt Sam. He eased the head of his cock into her pussy. Sam's eyes widened as she felt Jack enter her. Once Jack was firmly inside he placed his right hand opposite of his left to keep his weight off Sam's chest. Jack made short strokes at first. He didn't dare plunge all the way into her – yet. Jack carefully watched Sam's face for any signs of discomfort. He saw none. Jack strokes were becoming longer. Sam was now smiling. Jack decided now was the time to see if she could take it all. Slowly he eased his cock as deeply into her pussy as it would go. He stopped for a moment to make sure Sam was good. "You OK? Jack asked. "Uh huh," Sam whispered in return. Confident Sam could take all his cock Jack began thrusting again. Still slowly. He was in no hurry. God her pussy was so tight and so wet. Jack felt like he'd stuck his cock into some sort of paradise. Still sensing no distress from Sam, Jack quickened his pace. Harder and faster, Jack felt his balls slap against Sam's ass as he thrusted inside her. "Oh that feels good," Sam said as she started to raise her hips to meet Jack's. Jack was pounding her sweet pussy now and Sam was loving every minute of it. Jack looked down and saw Sam's big tits bouncing up and down matching his strokes. Sam let out a little squeal of delight and Jack could stand it no longer. Jack continued to stroke as his cock sent jets of hot cum deep inside Sam's pussy. As he leaned down to kiss her Sam wrapped her legs and arms around him as tightly as she could as if to keep him inside her as long as she could. As Jack's cock began to soften he pulled out of Sam's pussy and rolled over onto the towel beside her. It occurred to him that he had no idea what to say or do next. Lucky for him, Sam broke the ice, "Don't worry Uncle Jack. I'll never tell a soul. This will always be our little secret." Samantha I find that in general sexy females, irrespective of facial beauty, divide into two categories, tit girls and cunt girls. The reason is that women like to enhance and project what they consider to be their best feature. Walking down the street you see a girl in a tight sweater or transparent blouse, breasts thrusting, nipples on show and all that you can think of is squeezing them, sucking them, putting your face or cock between. Alternatively, the girl has round buttocks in tight jeans or nice legs in a short or split skirt and your gaze and thoughts are drawn inevitably to the delightful juncture between her upper thighs. Unfortunately, all too often the girl with the nice tits has no butt and thin legs, and conversely, those with a nice arse sport a B-cup or less. Occasionally you find a girl who is stacked in all departments, they've got it and they flaunt it and all you can think of is sex. Samantha has a body like that. She also has the face of an angel, the eyes of a whore and she has been my wife for the past two years. Sam moved in with me at the end of the week in which we met and I married her less than three weeks later. It was the day after my 25th birthday and she was just short of three years younger. The haste was because I could not believe my luck. I could not believe that I had pulled her, I found it hard to comprehend that she was as crazy about me as I was about her and, while I had the chance, I wanted to put my brand on her, corral her. I wanted to erect a barricade against the hordes of wolves at the door. During quiet evenings at home she was a normal girl but in a social environment she blossomed, she adopted a different persona. Samantha was a party animal revelling in the attention of men. Always she was the centre of attention - male that is. Evening after evening, I watched from across the room eaten away with jealousy as admirers danced attention upon her. But at some point she would come to me and hang upon my arm, saying with body language, 'I'm with him - I am his woman'. Then I would see the lust and envy in their eyes and I would feel ten feet tall. After quiet evenings the sex was slow and loving with my wife often content to do no more than lie in my arms being gently caressed. However, after a party she was invariably voracious, demanding satisfaction no matter how tired I was. Looking back I realise that the first sign of trouble came on our honeymoon. The first morning, I had risen first to make a hot drink leaving Samantha in bed. With my task almost complete I happened to glance across to an adjacent block of the hotel and my gaze fell upon a male figure in the window of a suite parallel to ours. He stood as hypnotised, gazing across the intervening space with one hand inside the front of his pyjama bottoms. Carrying the two mugs through to my wife I realised the focus of his attention, because Samantha had got out of bed, pulled back the drapes and was doing exercises naked in full view of the world. Seeing me, she dragged me to the bed, barely giving me time to set the coffees on the floor. She was boiling hot and I had no alternative but to go along with her passion. During the ensuing gymnastics, I had a nasty feeling that the bed was still in view to the voyeur across the way but I was kept far too busy to check. Afterwards, when we had both calmed down I said casually, "There was a bloke watching you exercise from across the way - you probably didn't notice him." "Of course I saw him," she grinned. "But I felt so happy with life, I thought 'Why not give the jerk a cheap thrill?'" After the wedding we continued to go out four nights out of seven, a couple of times to discos and the rest to parties. One difference was that I now hovered much closer to Sam in the role of watchdog, feeling it a slur upon my masculinity for other men to fancy their chances with my wife. She said nothing but tended to dress in even more daring fashion as a measure of retaliation. One mid summer evening we were on our way to a party about an hour before dusk. I should mention that by this time we had invested our savings in a two-seater sports car, a bit flash but it did complement our image. Samantha was wearing a kind of micro skirt covering brief thong type knickers. She loved that kind of outfit and I didn't mind because; frankly her legs were so superb it would have been sacrilege to cover them up. We were on the motorway, trundling along nose to tail, in two lanes and at little more than twenty miles an hour due to some hold-up ahead. Suddenly I became aware that Samantha was breathing in short panting breaths and glanced across at her. She was lying with legs spread almost flat and with her short skirt rucked up. One hand was inside her pants and she was frigging herself with her fingers. At the same moment I became aware that beyond her the large front wheel of an articulated lorry was alongside and travelling at the same speed as my car. It was easy to visualise what the lorry driver would see if he happened to look down. Fortunately only a matter of yards further ahead the restrictions ended so taking my opportunity, I accelerated away like a madman. Behind us a klaxon blared, the lorry flashed all its lights and in my rear-view mirror I could see both the lorry driver and his mate had somehow crammed into the driver's seat. "Do you realise that the two men in that lorry could see exactly what you were doing," I snapped. "Yes," my wife said with a contented sigh. "It's made me so hot. Take me home again Johnny - all I want to do tonight is fuck." Before we reached home my anger had faded as I began to see the funny side but even then I had no idea what a treat I had in store for me. It was the best sex of my life, Sam was like a volcano and virtually insatiable. It was about three weeks later that Samantha suggested, "What say we give the party a miss tonight John? I think it would be a lot more fun to cruise about for a bit and give some lonely lorry driver a thrill." I was not averse to the idea. For a start it was safer and I was pleased to be excused the anxiety of watching her exposed to the charms of other available men. Also I rather hoped for a repetition of the sexual inspiration that had followed that first incident. Trouble is that it is hard to deliberately recreate a situation which had arisen only through a fortuitous combination of circumstances. For a start, in normal traffic, it is possible only to slow down only so much when overtaking so the most that our targets got was little more than a flash. However, Samantha was rewarded with enough flashing lights and horns blown in appreciation to return home in the mood for several hours of enthusiastic humping. We had several more similar expeditions and I must admit to a perverse pleasure in watching her get other guys steamed up then giving it all to me. I wish that I had been given the wisdom to realise that this was just a different method of achieving what she had previously done at parties. Trouble was that after a time just driving past waiting to be noticed became too tame and Samantha's behaviour towards potential male viewers started being more and more provocative and her attire ever briefer. On this particular outing, first her blouse had been casually tossed into the space behind the two seats then this was soon followed by her skirt. When a few minutes later her bra flew past my ear I looked to see that we were travelling parallel to a mini bus packed with football supporters or similar. The whole side of the bus was crammed with faces. The bus started swerving erratically and then braked in panic causing us to shoot ahead. Sam laughed. "There must have been over a dozen guys in that bus and I bet that every one of them had a hard on just looking at my tits. I should have been a stripper - everybody says that I am a natural. Just think John - as a stripper or lap dancer I could earn a lot more than our current incomes combined. We could have some marvellous holidays. You could pack in your job and watch me work, making sure that I behave myself - I know that you like to do that." I said nothing. I was annoyed. For some reason I found my reaction different to that on the occasions when the object of her exhibitionist behaviour had been lorry drivers. Apart from that, we had been through this 'stripper' argument many times before and lately she would not let the subject alone. By now we were only a few minutes from home. "Turn off, let's drive along some country roads for a bit, I don't feel like going back yet," she begged. I was happy to comply. I knew that Sam's high from her flaunting would last for a while and I wanted to allow my own remaining irritations to dissipate before we arrived in bed. On a deserted country road with hedges on either side, her knickers went flying to join the other clothing in the back. "What was the point of that?" I demanded. "No point," she said, "Except that the damn things are soaking and bloody uncomfortable." As it happened, a couple of miles further on we came on a stretch of possible Roman road with led in a straight line to the distance. Right at the start there was a Cherokee 4X4 Jeep ahead of us and it was tootling along at less than 30 miles an hour. "Go past him very slowly," Samantha ordered urgently, winding down her window as she spoke. I pulled alongside and out of the corner of my eye watched her lie back and spread her legs. "Oh yes," she said. "Hold this position as long as you can." I matched the other vehicles speed, feeling my own erection grow as my wife's fingers got to work on her twat. Despite the slow speed, a bend turned up eventually and I had to pull ahead to negotiate it. Revealed was another identical stretch of road. The sound of the Cherokee engine startled me as it roared past but then the driver slowed to little more than walking speed ahead. "Pull alongside like you did before," I was ordered. I obeyed even though I was beginning to lose enthusiasm for the game. The opposite was the case with Samantha because she lay gazing upwards out of the window, mouth open, licking her lips lasciviously and with fingers going like a piston at her cunt. Then she had a very audible orgasm. That was the final straw because I knew that she had brought herself off on the Cherokee driver and not on me. The bend was coming up anyway but I hit the gas, almost lost it and then accelerated away. In the rear view mirror I could see that the other car was coming after me, also going fast. It looked at if our victim was not satisfied with what he had been given and had it in his head to look for more. My car is built for speed and I lost him in a couple of minutes. The thing was I had to either get off the road or keep going at the same speed and I have to say it had already been a bit hairy in places. Sam provided the answer, "Go to Pembroke wood." We had been there once before, early in the relationship and it was near. A couple of bends later, I braked hard, pulled the wheel to the right and we slid into a very narrow lane between high hedges. I drove cautiously until we were inside the wood then pulled off the track into a clearing. As I switched off the engine, Samantha turned to me and with her eyes unusually bright demanded, "Fuck me." All that I wanted to do was relax. "Don't be silly - this car is much too small. We will be far more comfortable at home." "We can get out and do it on the grass, I don't care." "The grass will be wet and we have no idea who else is in the wood. Anyway we aren't teenagers for God's sake." For answer Samantha reached forward, grabbed the keys and tossed them over her shoulder into the back. "I'm warning you," she said. "We are not moving from here until I have had a good stiff prick inside me." This made me really annoyed. I turned in temper to scrabble for the keys and then froze because through the rear window I could see the Cherokee drawing to a halt a short way behind me. It had hardly stopped moving when the door opened and the driver got out. Things were going from bad to worse because I could see that he was at least six inches taller than me and a good twenty to thirty pounds heavier. "Shit, it's him," I said. "Who?" she asked, with little interest, her mind still on the prospect of being laid. "The guy you have just been tormenting. Lock your door for fuck's sake and get that window up. Gaining a little urgency from my voice, she hit the door lock, fumbled it and had to try again and then belatedly made an attempt to close the window. It was too late because he was standing by the car, his fly was open and the most enormous penis that I have ever seen came through the still open window into my wife's face. I cursed myself for not paying the extra for electric windows when buying the car. By this time I had found the keys and managed to ram them into the ignition. Had Sam ducked or even turned her face away, I could have driven away fast, causing severe injury to the strangers wedding tackle in the process. Instead, by the time that I was in a position to turn the key, his cock was already deeply embedded in her throat. She seemed to have just opened her mouth and let it in. Other signs which hardly displayed a reluctance in the task were the way that one of her hands quickly cupped his balls while the other grasped the shaft. There was nothing that I could do. Driving off was now impossible and had I got out to engage him in a losing battle, I doubted if Samantha would have welcomed the attempted rescue. I had hoped that it would be over quickly but the blow job lasted for at least ten minutes and possible as long as fifteen. I had no alternative but to sit and watch my wife's bobbing head and the hungry slurping sound of her mouth. The solitary consolation was that I could not see the strangers face - nor he see mine. When the end came, there was far more cum than she could swallow even though I watched her making valiant efforts. It dangled from her chin and dripped to coat her naked breasts. The man simply stepped back, adjusted himself then said in a surprisingly cultured voice, "Many thanks lovely lady," before turning away and returning to his car. I reached into the back, grabbed her discarded garments, threw them at her and, unable to keep the disgust from my voice, snarled; "Get your clothes on for fuck's sake." To my mind this was mouth rape pure and simple but Samantha did not seem to see it that way, in fact there was a very satisfied expression on her face. Roughly buttoning her blouse she enthused, "What a superb cock. It's got to be the biggest that I've ever seen - it's certainly the biggest that I have ever had in my mouth." I did not give this remark the dignity of a reply, driving out of the wood with my mouth clamped in a tight line. Either due to my obvious disapproval or just gaining a bit of rationality herself she said far more soberly, "That could have got very nasty back there if I hadn't had the sense to calm him down." Samantha was looking at me demanding some response. The best that I could do was to concede, "Yes, it might have been a lot worse." That was true - my mind ran cold at the thought of the other scenarios that could so easily have been enacted back in that wood. By the time that we reached home she was contrite and sobbing quietly. "Oh John, I'm so ashamed. I don't know what came over me. It's this thing about me flashing myself in front of men. It's got way out of hand and might have sent me a little bit crazy. I really think that we should stop doing it." I must admit that I rather unfairly capitalised upon her subsequent loss of confidence. Social activity was cut right down and I persuaded Sam that we should buy a house that we could barely raise the capital for. She was soon back to her old sexy self but by then the only socialising that we could afford were occasional reciprocal evenings spent with two or three other couples in a similar predicament. Foreplay is meant to be a female requirement but in a kind of gender reversal, I liked nothing better than long periods of slow sensual fondling where in contrast, if Samantha did not have an orifice filled within five minutes she began to get impatient. Possible this or her general air of restlessness - or maybe simply the incident in the wood left me feeling that I could not completely trust her. Fortunately, she had very little opportunity to misbehave. I dropped her at work in the morning, took her home at night and we always ate lunch together. In addition, although she worked for a different organisation, her office block was next to mine and throughout the day I could see her desk from my building. Although I frequently observed males in her desk space she seldom left it and then only for a few minutes. My work was a problem because there was a lot to do. Most of my colleagues completed their tasks in a leisurely manner, generally working a couple of hours overtime to get finished and then spending an hour in the pub to unwind before finally going home. I felt unable to leave Sam to her own devices for two hours in the evening and so had to ensure that I had finished my work on time. Add to this a compunction to excel with promotion in mind and you will see that I had to work at top speed throughout the day. It was inevitable that more days than not I arrived home totally exhausted and this was not conducive to keeping my wife happy in bed. The advert offered a possible solution to at least some of my problems. An organisation was setting up a new team in my line of work. They wanted a team leader at a fabulous salary and a dozen team members on far higher remuneration than I currently received. The trouble was that the advert was for a city over 100 miles from the one in which we lived. Sam was not interested, pointing out that our friends were here, everything we knew was here - and we had just bought the house. I countered by saying that this firm had a branch near where we lived and although they were recruiting from their head office, I might easily end up working only a few minutes home. She agreed that I should at least attend for an interview. This was arranged for a Saturday. I was not happy at leaving Sam alone all day and tried to persuade her to come with me. I said that she could do some shopping for clothes while I was being interviewed and that we could treat ourselves to a good meal before returning home. "I'd be bored silly," she said. "The shops there are not as good as the ones we have and I know exactly where to go for the clothes I like." So I went alone. I think that I was one of the first to be interviewed. When it was my turn to ask questions I found out that the new team would be working at the head office, meaning that Sam and I would need to move house if I did get the job. At the end of the interview, the main interrogator came over and shook my hand saying, "Congratulations. We would like to offer you the position of team leader." This was far above my expectation and I must have looked stunned because he laughed and asked if I wondered why they had chosen me. When I nodded, he said that the reference from my current employers had attracted their attention even before the interviews started. My present boss had kindly written, "John gets through more work in any four hour period than any of his colleagues can accomplish in eight'. The head of the interview panel was still smiling at me. "You see we wanted someone who would lead by example. Do you accept? If we know immediately then all other applicants can be interviewed as potential team members only. "I do need to speak to my wife before I say 'Yes'." He nodded, "That is understandable - just a formality I trust." I started to nod but then said honestly, "Actually 'No'. My wife is rather against moving house and I will need to persuade her." Samantha He thought for a minute and then said. "It's almost lunchtime so we can delay the other interviews. I can give you an hour. There is a phone in an empty office at the end of the corridor that you can use for a bit of privacy." I made my way to the indicated telephone, marshalling my arguments for when I got my wife on the phone. The receiver was lifted after three rings and Samantha said in a breathless voice, "I'm in the middle of getting laid, Can you ring back in about an hour - he should be about finished by then." Then she rang off. I was not unduly phased by this because Sam liked to say sexy provocative things on the phone when she was pretty sure that it would be me calling. Occasionally I had to put a Saturday morning in at work but at these times I always rang home at least twice during the morning and this was when she tried to tease me. Once she started singing 'Love for sale' and recently launched into an old ditty which went, 'Madame Li's parlour, all the girls are willing, men of the town half a crown, little boys a shilling'. I dialled the number again and before she could speak I said, "Stop messing about Sam, this is serious. I want you to listen very carefully to what I've got to say." "Say whatever you like," she said. "But I doubt if I will understand a word with this big cock inside me." I caught my breath and in the ensuing silence I heard the noise of bedsprings, I heard the sound of a male voice but not the words - and then Samantha giggled. My finger shot down to break the connection and I stood trembling from head to toe. It took three or four minutes before I regained enough control to ring again but then I got the engaged tone and realised that she had left the phone off the hook. I left the building without doing the courtesy of leaving a message and drove home dangerously fast. My wife was sitting in the kitchen when I arrived, smoking and holding a glass which I presumed contained gin and not water. She did not seem drunk. I took the expression on her face to be one of defiance. "Who was the man," I asked. "My manager from work. I've wanted to fuck him for months - this was the first chance I had." "But why?" "I could say 'because he's got a big prick' but it's not just that," she said looking me straight in the eye. "You know that you have stopped giving me what I need in bed John and for ages I have been like a kettle waiting to blow. Terry happened to be the one available when I got the opportunity but it could have been anyone." "But I trusted you." Samantha shook her head. "No you didn't. If you had trusted me then I wouldn't have done it but you watch me like a hawk all the time. Even when I am at work I can feel your beady eyes on me from across the street." "Doesn't this just prove that I was right to watch you," I came back triumphantly. "No John. Years ago in a war, if prisoners gave their word not escape or engage in hostile action they were left at liberty and very few did. Later in another war, they built camps with barbed wire guards and machine guns - and the prisoners spent all day every day planning ways to escape. You see, because there was an apparently impossible system it became a challenge to beat it whether they really wanted to escape or not." "Did you really want to escape?" I asked, following on with her analogy. "Desperately," she said. "I was going stir crazy. I think that I was on the point of blowing a fuse if today hadn't happened." "This is the first time then - you haven't done with him or anybody else before today?" Samantha raised both hands towards me palm upwards and asked, "When else have I had the chance?" but then she smiled and said, "That's not to say that I haven't given him the occasional blow job in his office." "Do you want to know why I rang you," I asked coldly and then without giving chance for reply I went on, "They offered me the team leader position at £75,000 per year. But I won't get that or any other fucking position because I walked out of the place after speaking to you." She was impressed. "Christ - that's almost as much as I could make as a stripper." "Just see what you've blown," I accused. Samantha had the grace to look contrite. "I'm sorry about your job and I am sorry that I told you like that. I think that I must have been a bit drunk on the sex because it was a cruel thing to do. That first call I thought it was my pal Emma because she knew what I had planned." "Why did you tell me at all? To quote your own words, you'd beaten the system; you had got away with it. If you had not more or less confessed there was no way that I could have known what you were doing." Samantha drained her glass, took a deep breath and said, "I let you know because I am sick of it. I decided that I could not settle for just the possibility of another afternoon of real sex in God knows how many months. I want to go with other men John - my body needs it." I felt cold. "What about me - are you saying that you intend to leave me." "I am not saying that at all. You may find it difficult to believe at this moment but I love you just as much as ever. If you look at it the right way, this needn't make any difference to us at all. I could exhaust two men and still have more left than you could handle - you know that's true. We can carry on as normal but I will go out one or two times a week by myself. This way I won't be pestering you in bed all the time - but I will be there whenever you want me." "Without my new job we can't afford for you to go out gallivanting." It was a silly objection. "Yes we can. Terry is promoting me to supervisor and the extra pay is more than enough for a couple of nights - especially as I doubt I will have to buy many of my own drinks." I don't know how other men would have reacted to this ultimatum but I felt I had no option to agree, especially as I came to believe more and more that it was my fault this situation had come about. My life outlook changed or at least my ambition disappeared. At work I proceeded at a leisurely pace and stayed on the two hours to complete the work. Afterwards I also often then joined my colleagues in the bar for a pint or two and on the nights that my wife was out, presumably being screwed rotten, I stayed longer returning home almost paralytic. Samantha seldom spoke about her solo evenings and never about the men that she had met. I never asked. It was as if there was a black hole in the marriage to which neither of us referred but apart from that, things seemed virtually the same as they had been before. Then one Saturday morning at breakfast, Sam's eyes were sparkling and I could see that she was bubbling with news. "You will never guess who I went with last night," she said. "I'll give you a clue, he's tall, he's very rich and he is a farmer." I shook my head. I did not know any farmers and even if I had, the description was too vague. "He's got an exceptionally big cock." She sat there grinning as if expecting that this information should have given me the answer. "I have absolutely no idea," I said. "He drives a Cherokee," she told me.