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Tara

By: broox



I cleaned up then slept a few hours after Katie left. I awoke starving and fixed a huge platter of snacks then put two potatoes in the oven to bake and a large T-bone in a skillet to marinate in beer before frying it. I sat the tray of snacks on the table then went to the refrigerator.

As I reached for a 6-pack of Michelob, I chuckled and instead grabbed a 2-liter Pepsi and a glass. I had a lot of thinking to do and figured sober was best for that.

After pouring a glass, I placed the bottle beside the platter and took a sip then walked over to my computer desk and grabbed a new legal pad and a couple of pens. One with black ink for the bulk of my notes and one with red ink for the notes I wanted to search online for more details.

I wasn't exactly sure where to begin. Thanksgiving was now 2 days away and I wanted to throw a huge feast for all my loved ones but I was getting really antsy to begin searching for the ladies that had been my lovers over the years. There was also Tara to consider.

Of all my cousins, she had been the very first to hit on me and had tossed out the most clues that she wanted to share my bed. I smiled as I wrote her name in huge block letters across the top of my notepad while thinking about what an enigma she actually was.

She wasn't a prick tease and it was totally obvious that she did want to share my bed but for all her bravado she was about as shy as they come and she was scared shit less. The problem I was having was figuring out how to let her know that I knew this without hurting her feelings. So far, I didn't have a clue.

I wrote the number 5 beneath her name then below that in parenthesis I wrote (Laura-2, Charisma-4, Victoria-5, Bobbie-9, Katie-10).

I quickly scribbled below that (Karen Corr-1, Aunt Kim-3, Lisa-6, Cybill-7, Kathleen-8) (Allison-0) (Agatha-1A), just to remind myself of my most recent lovers and with my very first lover Agatha, written in red.

I sat there munching on the snacks and drinking Pepsi as I stared at the notepad thinking for almost an hour, only pausing to get up and flip over the steak.

I was still at a loss over where to begin when I got up and melted a stick of butter to start frying my T-bone. I stopped at my desk and turned on my computer then did a search for maps. I found a pretty good one of the United States then went back to my table and stared at the screen as I continued munching on the snacks.

At first, I tried to list every town I had spent even one night in but because of the way I jumped north and south or east and west I was quickly as lost as I often was while actually on the road.

I laid my pen down and went to turn my steak then sat down with a new battle plan.

I picked up a large carrot and took a bite then smiled and picked up my pen. I made a chart listing the states I had gone through as I traveled and the cities in those states where I had met a lady who became my lover as well as my age when it happened.

It shocked me so much as I finished to realize I had shared a bed with over 80 different women, in 35 different states not including 4 states the second time I passed through them, 4 Canadian Provinces, and Canada that I sat staring in disbelief until the fire alarm alerted me that my steak was in the advanced state of being burned.

I grabbed a lid from under the sink and smothered the flame then turned and ran outside coughing my fool head off just as Tara came racing across from her house to make sure I was okay.

Bobbie's best friend in high school had a daughter that was one of the Pilgrim's in the Thanksgiving play the elementary school was having and damn near the whole town was there. I had forgotten about it completely and Tara had work that couldn't wait if she wanted to take off for the holiday or she would have gone.

I was coughing my fool head off and Tara was laughing hers off. I almost choked when Tara pulled her T-shirt off then just went in my apartment and turned on my ceiling fan before opening all the windows and coming back outside carrying the now charcoal T-bone.

My coughing was almost done but hers had just begun. It was probably a good thing most of the town were at the play because I was standing outside in 10 degree weather butt naked and Tara was wearing nothing but panties.

When her coughing began to ease we sat down on the porch swing then I laughed and said, "Tara, I have loved you since our very first meeting but tonight I have fallen deeply in-love with you. Not only are you intelligent, beautiful and sexy, you are my hero. Now if you could just solve the dilemma that had me so stupefied that I forgot my steak as hungry as I was, I'd marry you even if we are first cousins."

For the very first time since we met Tara's flirting took on a very serious side as she said, "Don't say things you Don't mean Woody. I might believe it and just hold you to it."

I threw up my hands in mock fear as I gasped, "Oh my God! The horror of it all. The sexiest dang 19 year old in the world might marry me. How on earth can I survive?"

We laughed and talked almost three hours until Aunt Kim pulled up and Tara's sisters ran over to see why we were outside damn near naked in such frigid conditions.

Most of the smoke was gone but everyone pitched in to help me close the windows and do a quick clean up including a heavy spraying of room deodorizer. 

Then as they finished, I pulled Tara aside and asked her to stay a little longer. I told her my problem figuring out the best way to start finding my past lovers then I gave her a copy of my list of states, cities, my age when I was there, names of the women I remembered, a few nicknames of others I remembered, and the best description I knew of the five who I had no name or nickname for.

As she stood looking at the list and shaking her head I calmly said, "I don't want to add any pressure to an already astronomical problem but I am hoping to get started the day after Thanksgiving and trying to get back here a few days before Christmas. Oh and one last detail which to me is the most important one of all, do we fuck before I leave or after I get back?"

Tara stuck out her tongue and just as calmly replied, "Do I get to choose what I want Woody?"

I nodded and there wasn't a trace of mirth and definitely no tease in her voice as she said, "Then, I choose before, during, and after."

Before I could respond, she was out the door and had closed it behind her. I laughed and pulled another steak out of the refrigerator and started cooking all over again. Hell I was still starving and I had a feeling deep in my gut that Tara was going to wear me slap damn out in the next 24 to 48 hours.

I barely had time to wrap a couple of new potatoes in tinfoil to bake and get the T-bone marinating before Tara was knocking at the door.

I would have burned another steak and potatoes if she had been coming over to share my bed. Regretfully, she wasn't. Instead, she handed me a fistful of print outs as she told me she was running a little late and still needed to investigate a little more but what she had should give me enough to plan at least two thirds of my trip.

As I took the papers I whistled under my breath as I softly said, "Tara you damn sure fix up nice Sweetie. It's been less than 45 minutes. You've done all this work. You've bathed and put a wave in your hair. Your makeup it is as near perfect as it gets and you are definitely dressed to kill."

She grinned from ear to ear as she curtsied before whispering, "I expect payment in full tonight. I want to be a woman when I sit down at this Thanksgiving day feast you are so mysterious about, not a child in woman's garb. So you best get cooking lover because in about 8 hours I expect to have your undivided attention the rest of the night."

She winked, turned on her heels, and took off running towards her small broken down Mustang. I watched in awe until she was out of sight then put the papers away and got cracking myself.

I had so much to do that I wasn't sure where to start. I was exhausted already and hadn't even begun yet when I should have already had at the very least my pit dug.

I poured myself a mug of Java and picked up the phone to see if the grocery store had my order ready to be picked up.

The voice sounded familiar and I asked, "Is this Mimi?"

She laughed and said, "Yes."

I smiled as my brain raced unsuccessfully then I just asked, "Mimi, why should I know you? I've been wondering that ever since I got back to town."

She giggled then answered, "Just before you ran away, you beat me out for Class President, Woody."

I smiled at the memory then asked, "I spent every available minute at the Democrat (our small weekly newspaper) when I first got back. I was thinking it was something I read."

The humor left her voice as she said, "I don't publicize this Woody. I'm a closet lesbian and I was gang raped leaving a lesbian club in Birmingham a few years back."

The humor was also gone from my voice as I said, "I can't go into this over the phone Mimi. I will pay you a thousand dollars to deliver my order and guarantee you a job paying at the very least that much a week and most likely even more just for trusting me."

She gasped and the phone was silent for at least a minute before she calmly said, "I'll be there in ten minutes Woody."

She hung up the phone and I had finished my coffee and was behind the apartment digging my trench when she pulled up almost exactly ten minutes later.

We chatted about old times back and forth as I continued digging then I said, "What about your kids Mimi?"

She stared me straight in the eyes as she said, "I just got custody of them last year. My ex-husband died a few months after the judge gave him custody then I lost them in court to his parents. When their grandmother passed away earlier this year, I got temporary custody then their grandfather just didn't want them and signed over his custodial rights before we got to court."

She wiped a tear from her eyes then finished, "The only reason I am standing her waiting on pins and needles for you to get around to talking about this job you offered me is because my cashier's job wasn't even remotely meeting their needs."

I lifted my head and said, "Mama was raped before she married Daddy. Everywhere I have spent more than two weeks over the years, I've gotten involved in their Rape Crisis system. Clarke County has no such system operating on a full time basis."

I took a deep breath then asked, "Can you keep a huge secret Mimi?"

She blushed before answering, "You were so wrapped up in Laura that you barely noticed the rest of us girls your age Woody. I had a gigantic crush on you and deliberately blew the election when we were kids."

I smiled and said, "I'm worth somewhere in the vicinity of a half a billion dollars. I'm secretly financing the construction that's just getting under way behind the barn and the high rise that was just completed where my Aunt and Cousins are working. When it is finished, it will cover at least 8 city blocks and contain everything we ever dreamed of having at a very reasonable cost. One of my projects is a rape crisis center and hot line but it will also cater to any and every emotional crisis for both males and females, adults and children. Beginning Monday morning, you are the CEO of that facility and you will need to meet with Bobbie and discuss everything you will need or want to make it the best possible facility in the country. She will set your salary but I guarantee it won't be less than a thousand dollars a week."

I looked her up and down from head to toe then said, "I noticed you back then Mimi. It was hard not to notice the sexiest girl in the entire school even though she was only 14 years old. I just grew up with Laura in my backyard and never once have quit loving her."

I took a deep breath then said, "Go home and change into something more comfortable Mimi and tell your kids that they will be coming here tomorrow for Thanksgiving. I have a million things to do today and for your help preparing tomorrow's feast, I will pay you not only the grand for bringing my groceries but I will make it an even 5 grand."

Just as I wondered why I hadn't gotten one of the crew at the construction site to bring a backhoe and dig my trench, Mimi returned almost two hours later just as I tossed the last spade full of dirt on the huge pile.

As I climbed out of the pit she loudly gasped, "My God Woody. How on earth did you finish that hole so quickly. You didn't mention you had become Superman while you were away."

She bent and offered me a hand to help me out of the hole. I stood beside her admiring my own accomplishment. In under two hours, I had dug a trench twenty feet long, 4 feet wide, and 4 feet deep. My hands felt like they had blisters on top of blisters, my back felt like the straw that broke the camel's back was on it, and I was dripping sweat from every pore.

I winked at her as I said, "I may wish I were in about an hour when it's time to off load that little pig from your truck Mimi. How much does it weigh?"

She gasped even louder, "Sweet Jesus, I'm sorry Woody. It took the butcher and all 8 of the bag boys to load her. She's a dead even 500 pounds."

I pulled out a handkerchief to wipe my forehead and dropped it, unable to tightly grip anything temporarily. Mimi quickly bent to retrieve then stood on her tip toes to wipe my brow.

I sighed softly as I stared into her dark brown eyes and said, "That is twice in less than 5 minutes Mimi. If it happens a third time, I'm going to be trying to get in your panties. Them tits you are doing so little to conceal are just too damn fine. I don't care if you are a lesbian, I'm a man and you are a woman of the highest order.

She blushed slightly then guffawed before saying, "I never said I was a lesbian Woody. I said I was a closet lesbian which means right now I am non-sexual but leaning towards my own gender as possible future lovers. I also said I was coming out of a lesbian club, I didn't say I had been to a lesbian club to find a lover. I was there to meet my sister who is and always has been a lesbian. I was inside just long enough to find out she wasn't there. Seems she forgot to let me know her plans had changed."

I smiled then let my eyes drop to her chest as I softly whispered, "Wish I had known that my first two glimpses, I would have told you then what a mouth watering rack you have."

Mimi giggled and leaned forward letting her blouse gape open as I whistled softly before saying, "Mimi you have a mouth watering rack. Any hopes I might one day see it beside me in my bed?"

She straightened as if shot from a cannon and turned beet red as she stepped back before saying, "You do come straight to the point don't you Woody. Oh and the answer is, if you continue playing your cards right."

If I hadn't been so pressed for time, I would have continued discussing the growing possibility we would one day be much more than friends. Instead, I took the shovel and began rolling the huge maple log I had chopped then cut to fit the trench a few days earlier.

Mimi quickly grabbed the pick ax I had been using and helped me as we finished I said, "You sure do work hard for a lady who has been made many promises but hasn't yet been paid a single dime."

She winked and calmly replied, "You paid for all your groceries in advance Woody. I turned in my two week notice two weeks ago and have a job lined up beginning Monday morning. Not that I don't trust you but my kids are more important to me than anything on earth and I could never lose them again. It would kill me."

I think she was going to continue but before she could I said, "There should be a couple of gallons of highly seasoned whale oil in one of my boxes. Would you mind getting them for me while I shovel the wood chips in the trench? Oh. I almost forgot. There's a cigar box in the bottom left drawer of my computer desk. I need it too."

She just nodded and jumped on the back of her truck as I started shoveling about ten different varieties of tree bark and chips around the huge maple log. She stepped off her tailgate just as I finished and handed me gallon, nodded towards the second gallon sitting on the tailgate, then headed around to the front of my apartment to get the cigar box.

I was just opening the second gallon when she returned and I said, "There should be a few kitchen matches in the cigar box Mimi. Would you strike a few and just drop them in the pit?"

I watched as her eyes became saucers and her jaw dropped as she opened the box then I said, "that's a little more than the 5 grand I owe you but you are worth the bonus Mimi and I don't want you working anywhere but in the job I offered you."

I finished spreading the oil as I spoke then reached in the box she was holding so tightly and got about a dozen matches. The fire was almost completely started when she finally recovered from her shock.

There were tears running down her cheeks as she whispered, "Woody, I can't put into words exactly how much this means to me. I hadn't asked because you offered so much for such a simple job and I would have done it for nothing. It means, I can quit worrying about losing my kids. I can hire a really good lawyer and make sure they are never taken from me again."

I smiled as I replied, "No you can't Mimi. You haven't signed a contract yet but to me your word is just as good. as one of my CEO's, you will get the best lawyer this country has at my expense. That money you can sat fire to for all I care but if I were you, Santa Claus would have a field day."

She through her arms around me and her kiss buckled my knees then she looked into my eyes and softly whispered, "That cock that's damn near lifting me off the ground right now is mighty inviting Woody especially to lady that has wanted it for over 50 years. My phone number is your birth date. I suggest you use it as soon as you can after you return from this mysterious trip of yours."

Just then, Aunt Kim came running through the back gate from her office. She slid to a stop and smiled at Mimi then winked at me.

She giggled softly before saying, "Guess my timing is a little off or is it."

She laughed then finished, "From what I saw when I came running up to grab a sandwich, we might be eating that tomorrow if the two of you don't stop making whoopy eyes at each other and get started cooking."

I stuck out my tongue and said, "Honest to God Aunt Kim. We were just kissing a bit after I gave her the money you sent up earlier. That damn piglet is just too big. I have no idea how we are going to get it in the pit when the coals are ready."

Kim doubled over with laughter then still holding her sides she looked at Mimi and said, "Until Woody told me the money was for a classmate of his that would be taking over his pet project, I always thought you were my age Mimi maybe even a few years younger. Damn, I hope I age as gracefully as you and Laura have."

Then Kim looked at me and finished, "For a man who thinks of every single little detail, you certainly have forgotten one you thought of yesterday. Mimi must really have your blood boiling dear Nephew."

I slapped my forehead and doubled over laughing myself and could barely walk when I went inside to retrieve the ski rope Aunt Kim had bought for me less than 24 hours earlier. I had Mimi back her truck over the pit then I jumped on back and made sure all the groceries were out of the way before tying the hogs front legs together.

I left the rest of the rope laying on the tailgate before looking through the bags for the double strength, heavy duty tinfoil I had special ordered to cover the pig both top and bottom with then I jumped off.

Smiling at Mimi I said, "Guess my dear old Aunt is right Mimi. You are indeed a distraction. Extremely pleasing but none the less still a distraction. Could you pull up so I can put a layer of tinfoil across the coals before we unload this beast?"


Tara



I covered the coals with 4 layers of the thick tinfoil just to be safe and I giggled as I saw in Mimi's eyes she had no idea what I was doing or why she was backing up on top of the pit.

Her eyes lit up as she saw me grab the loose end of the ski rope after she was in place then tie it to the large hook I had screwed into my back wall. The pig slid of the back of her truck perfectly on top of the hot coals then together we covered it with 4 layers of tinfoil to keep it clean as I added more wood chips to the top and covered them with dirt.

After that, we worked together like a well oiled machine. By noon, we had all of the inside cooking either finished or prepared and ready for cooking except for the desserts which while never a priority were never the less a specialty that I wanted to be a surprise to everyone.

When Mimi came back downstairs from freshening up I whistled softly before saying, "You are amazing Mimi. We've just crammed about 40 hours work into 4 hours and I'll be damn if you don't look as fresh as a daisy a thousand times prettier."

She curtsied as she calmly said, "And yet you still wish I would leave."

I very slowly eyed her from head to toe several times then replied, "The thought hasn't crossed my mind. I do wish that tomorrow was a couple of weeks from now and we were upstairs without having to think about what tomorrow might bring."

After we had bantered back and forth another half hour or so, Mimi had gone and I quickly grabbed the ingredients for my dessert. It was a frozen potpourri of fruits, creams, and every day snack delights that required certain items to be brought into the punch bowl as others set or were frozen. I'd modeled it after a 7-up cake or as more commonly referred to as a punch bowl cake.

I lit a cigarette and sat down at my desk with Tara's notes as soon as the bottom layer was in the freezer. I sat my alarm for 20 minutes and hoped it was accurate since I had yet to try my taste bud treat in this deep freeze and wasn't positive of it's freezing time.

I hadn't taken the third puff or finished the second paragraph before I slapped my head as the number 15 flooded into my feeble brain. Laura and I made two, Aunt Kim and my cousins were another four, Kathleen and her family were yet another four, and Mimi and her kids were five more.

My Punch Bowl Sin dessert easily was enough for 10 but 15 was a real stretch. I jumped up and just dumped the first bowl of ingredients since I'd never be able to time two separate desserts needing ingredients added at different times, besides I had more than enough extra ingredients that I'd still have left overs even after throwing away the first bowl.

I won't divulge the exact ingredients but I guarantee if one were to eat one of my Punch Bowl Sin's every week, they'd definitely gain a 100 pounds in a year no matter how fast their bodies burned calories.

It was almost 9PM. I had just added the final ingredients and the top layer to my desserts and was almost finished with Tara's notes when I decided to take a break.

I grabbed a Michelob and lit a cigarette then opened the door to step outside. I had glanced back at the clock as I opened the door and almost jumped as I heard a loud gasp.

Tara's left arm was still raised in a knocking posture but the look of surprise etched in her face was damn near priceless.

With her shoulder length, wavy blonde hair and sparkling grey eyes Tara was a vision of pure loveliness in her black dress. I had never seen her fixed up to the nines before and I couldn't help whistling softly at the view she presented.

She seductively licked her crimson painted lips and I groaned loudly as my cock lurched to full erection instantly.

She smiled brightly before stooping to pick up the arm load of papers she had dropped when I opened the door.

Just before rising, she extended her left arm to grab one final print out then she stood up. I remember thinking that her breasts would have been considered huge in most any family except one with sisters like Bobbie and Katie. She was at the very least more than a DD-cup and her breasts were at least twice the size of Charisma's who had large mammaries herself.

I'm not sure how the papers found their way to my dining table or who closed the door but they were on the table and the door was closed the next morning when I rushed downstairs to check on the pig and start finishing the feast a little after 8AM.

All I really remember before we were naked in my bed was growling as I lifted her in my arms, latched onto her huge nipple, and carried her upstairs.

Reaching down with one hand, while the other supported my weight, I helped the shaft between her wet, puffy lips. I rubbed it up and down a few times, and she squealed each time it flicked her clit. I warned her it was going to hurt. Then when I'd found the exact position, I slipped my hand under her and pulled her bottom up as I pushed my own down. The knob of my cock slipped into her narrow, wet hole, and she yelled and bucked as if it were buried to the hilt.

Glancing down, I saw that her face was now bright scarlet, and her eyes were watering. Might as well get it over with, I thought. So taking a deep breath, I pushed her ass up a bit harder, giving a sharp thrust as I did so. Tara screamed as her hymen gave way, then went rigid with her eyes in a fixed stare.

Quickly I rolled onto my side bringing her with me, and held her tightly in my arms, planting kisses all over her face, and murmuring silly little loving things.

My face was getting wet, and I knew she was crying. At last, her eyes turned to look at me.

"You. You hurt me," she whimpered. She didn't attempt to pull away from me, though.

"I'm sorry, Tara," I said. "I told you it would hurt at first. You can't get to the pleasure without it. The good news is, that's the worst it gets. It's only the first time it hurts like that, now you can start enjoying yourself."

She looked at me without a word, her mouth set in a sulky line.

"Tara, my love," I appealed, "I'd never have hurt you if I hadn't known it would be worth it for you. You've gotten through the worst of the pain, now I'm going to make it up to you. Is it feeling any better?"

After a moment she nodded, "Okay."

So I rolled her onto her back again and began thrusting into her, slightly harder each time, so that, at each push, my swollen cock head opened up another half inch of her tight almost child like cunt. At least two thirds of it was buried in her, when I felt the end touching her cervix.

Tara wasn't crying or sulking any longer. She was moaning, writhing, babbling at me. When I began stroking my cock in and out, getting gradually faster and harder, she started jerking her hips to meet my thrusts, giving animal squeals and grunts.

"Oh yes," she managed to gasp at last, "That's great, Woody, that feels fantastic. Do it harder, please, please. Fuck me, Woody, fuck me hard, fuck me with your big cock, fuck me till I cum again."

She babbled on and on, getting the word fuck into every phrase, as though it were some sort of sexual mantra for her. Then she exploded, shrieking and convulsing on the end of my cock, while her juices poured past it and soaked the bed. She came down a little way, but not very far, and almost immediately began building again. I managed to get to my knees and kneel up on the bed, holding Tara's tiny body and thrusting it up and down my aching shaft. She was beyond words now, and just mewled like a little kitten.

When she came again, that was all I needed to set me off and the world went fuzzy and far away as I spurted a seemingly endless torrent of sperm into Tara's little cunt.

We collapsed in a sticky, soggy heap onto the bed, me on my back, her spread eagle across my chest and belly, legs spread wide, still impaled. I stroked her hair as her ragged gasping gradually died down, until her even breathing told me she was asleep. Lying there, sticky and exhausted from fucking, trapping my cock in her pussy, she looked like a baby sleeping.

I stroked her a while longer, until I too fell asleep. When I woke again, I glanced over at the clock, and realized it was just gone midnight. We'd been here for almost four hours. I gently shook Tara, and she wriggled, giving a little I wanna stay where I am moan but the movement made my wilted cock plop out.

Lifting her up my body, I gave her a long kiss. 

She gave a sigh. Her eyes filled with the memory of what had just happened. Her left hand found my limp cock.

She started undulating her body against mine as she purred, "Still lots of time. I want that again."

In a heart beat, I was at full erection and Tara had rolled on top of me and was guiding me into her steamy snatch. I was barely half way inside before she erupted into an orgasm just as powerful as her first had been.

I smiled saying, "God Tara, oh my goodness you were so quick to orgasm."

She grinned licking her lips then I saw a I got to have more look fill her eyes and we were off to the races.

"Oh! Oh!" she screamed, arching her back completely and gripping the headboard tightly, "Oh, God, Woody! Make me cum! Make me cum!"

I grabbed her hips and began pounding my cock up into her depths like a maniac possessed.

"Woodyyyyyyyyyy!" she screamed, lifting her hips higher and gripping my cock like a vice, as an even more powerful orgasm raged through her young body, "OH, GOD, I'M CUMMINNNNNNNNNNG!" 



Tara



The campfire cast an eerie, flickering light on the surrounding woods. Normally the forest would have been dark and silent at this late hour, but now it rang with the sounds of mens' voices and bawdy laughter.

A young woman sat apart from the general revelry, busily mending a chain mail shirt. She wasn't bound like the terrified prisoners who sat to her right, but she wasn't joining in the celebrations, either; she looked, in fact, utterly bored with the whole affair. After a few more twists, she slipped her tool into a pocket in her jerkin and held up the chain shirt for inspection. She seemed satisfied. With a nod, she put the mail on and buckled her belt over it.

"Not joining in the fun, Tara?" A hulking man with an unkempt beard grinned in her direction. "You should, y'know. A little ale would do you good."

"No, Kernos," she said diffidently, rising to her feet. "Not tonight. I've finished what I told you I'd do. Now I'm leaving."

"Much obliged, I'm sure." He gave her a nod. "We couldn't have done it without you." She gave him a sidelong look, but said nothing. "I already had the boys get together everything you asked for in payment. You've got five hundred gold, your choice of weapons or armor, and a horse and cart to carry it with. You want to take your choices now?"

Tara laid her hand on the hilt of the sword that was sheathed at her hip. She glanced thoughtfully at the heap of valuables the mercenaries had taken in their raid. Her gaze moved to the huddled knot of prisoners. "Actually," she said slowly, "I think I've changed my mind. I've already got my sword, and good enough armor to suit me. I want one of the slaves."

The muscular warrior raised a brow. "Oh?" He looked curiously at the captives, and then back at her. "Are you sure? A slave wouldn't be worth as much."

"Not in money, maybe. But I could use someone to set up my camp and cook for me every now and then," Tara said coolly, flicking a stray strand of red hair out of her eyes. "It's a little tiresome doing all that after a hard day's ride, sometimes."

Kernos shrugged. "All right. Help yourself, then. You can take your pick." He swept his arm at the group of prisoners. "Take whichever one you want, Tara. You earned it."

"Yes. I did." The woman moved to stand a few feet from the captives and folded her arms across her breast, running a practiced eye over the selection. I want one young and strong enough to withstand hard travel, but not so strong that I'll have any trouble staying in control, she mused, mentally discarding the males and the older females. Tara also passed over a couple of the plainer girls – she had her pride, after all, and she wanted only the best. Finally, she spotted the one she wanted. A timid-looking, black-haired girl was huddled in between the trunks of two large trees. She was a pretty little thing, not much over five feet, and had large, frightened green eyes. Tara thought she looked about eighteen years old.

With three long strides, Tara crossed the distance between them. The prisoner uttered a whimpering cry as the taller woman caught her by the arm and wrenched her to her feet. "I'll take you," Tara said coldly. "Let's go." The girl stumbled alongside her to the cart that held Tara's money and supplies. She glanced at them, ensuring that everything was there, and then dealt the slave a light shove. "Get in." The prisoner nearly tumbled into the cart in her haste to obey. With her hands tied behind her back, the girl couldn't break her fall. Tara shot out a hand and narrowly saved her from cracking her skull against the wooden side of the cart. She let go again with a snort of impatience. "Sit down. Back against the wood."

Really, Tara didn't think that this fearful creature would pose any threat to her, but she hadn't survived this long by being complacent. She took a coil of rope and bound her prisoner's legs. Then, pushing the wide-eyed girl firmly back against the slotted wooden wall of the cart, she tied her securely to it. Only when she was fully satisfied that the slave couldn't move did she toss the rest of the cord back into the cart. With this little chore finished, Tara moved around to inspect the horse they had given her.

The city they'd razed had been well-known for its horses. They weren't the powerful warhorses that Tara preferred, though; these were smaller and more compact, made for pulling carts and plows. She ran her hands over the russet flanks of the beast, checked its legs and teeth, and peered at the bottom of each hoof. It will do, she decided at last. With one final glance at the reveling mercenaries, Tara swung into the saddle and dug her heels into the horse's flanks. It started forward, pulling the cart behind it.

It was nearly an hour's travel before the drunken singing and shouting finally faded into the distance. Tara grimaced. She didn't like to travel by night, but she'd had no desire to stay in the camp. She had no need for such companionship. Normally she preferred to work alone, but she wasn't above making such temporary alliances if the pay was to her liking. She glanced back at the cart with a faint smirk. This last job had paid her gold enough to keep her well-fed for quite some time. She was pretty well satisfied with it. If her new slave girl should prove herself useful, as well, Tara would even consider it a rousing success.

They had been traveling for close to three hours when they came upon a clearing in the woods. Tara reined in the horse and glanced up at the sky. It was probably close to midnight; it would be wise to make her camp now. She swung out of the saddle and led the horse off the road. With deft fingers, Tara undid the harness and tethered the horse to a nearby tree. She hummed under her breath as she began to rub the beast down.

It didn't take too much time after that to lay out her bedroll and light a supper fire. Then she went back to the cart and, fetching the two heavy sacks of coin, put them under the head of her sleeping mat. Her stomach rumbled then. Tara rose to her feet and went back to get her prisoner.

The girl trembled in silence as Tara released her from the side of the cart. The warrior paused in the act of untying the knots that held her legs. "What's your name?" she asked sharply.

Wide green eyes flicked briefly up to meet hers. "Epona," came the barely-audible whisper.

Tara's hand shot out to catch the girl by the throat. The captive choked pitifully. "When you address me, slave," she said icily, "you will address me as ma'am. You will show me respect. Do I make myself clear?" The black-haired girl nodded tearfully. "Good. Then let's have that again, shall we?" Tara released her. "What's your name?"

"Ep...Epona, ma'am." The girl flinched as Tara moved again, but the warrior merely stooped down to untie the ropes around her legs. Tara slung the bag containing her food rations over her shoulder with one arm, and drew her slave down from the cart with the other. As an afterthought, she also grabbed a skin of wine. Epona made no move to resist as she was led to the campsite.

When they reached the fire, Tara let her go and stood facing her, folding her arms over her chest. "Can you cook?" she demanded. The prisoner nodded fearfully. "Good. You can make yourself useful, then." With a few quick movements, she released the cords that held the girl's wrists behind her back. "Get some life back into your hands, and then you can fix my supper. Make it quick, and don't try anything stupid. I'm faster than you are, and one hell of a lot stronger. Don't make me prove it." Tara tossed the food satchel to the ground at the girl's feet. Then, coolly, she sat down cross-legged on her bedroll. The ropes that had bound the prisoner went into a neat pile beside her. With her dark eyes fixed on the slave girl, Tara uncorked her wineskin.

Epona's small hands trembled as they sorted through the items in the satchel, selected a few, and set to work. She seemed to be making some kind of a quick gruel. Tara nodded her approval and took a mouthful of wine. It was tart and pungent, but certainly wasn't the best quality. The warrior grimaced as she swallowed. Oh, well. Can't win them all. She made a mental note to buy some decent sherry the next time her travels took her through a village, and took another gulp. Her attention strayed back to Epona.

Tara had given the girl a cursory inspection back at the camp, but she hadn't really taken the time to study her. Now she did, taking periodic sips of wine. Epona was slight, with a slim neck and long, slender fingers. Tara looked more closely at her hands. They were very white, like the rest of her; the skin looked smooth and soft. The only visible calluses were on the tips of her fingers and the pad of her thumb. Tara frowned – she'd seen marks like this before. She plays the harp. This is no peasant girl. Her dark eyes moved back up to her slave's face. Epona's cheekbones were high and well-formed, and her nose was long and straight. Tara couldn't restrain a smirk. Well, well. Seems like I took the best pick of the litter, all right. But I wonder why some high-status girl would know how to cook? The warrior took another long pull at the wineskin. Then she set it down and leaned back against a tree trunk. "So tell me, Epona. What was your father's name?"

The timid green eyes looked at her for a moment. "My father?" Epona quickly returned her attention to the steaming pot on the fire. Tara saw her chin lift slightly. "My father was Lord Timon Tabor, the chieftain of Minos, the second son of Lord Titus Tabor. –Ma'am." The words had been spoken with both sorrow and pride.

"I thought as much." Tara took another thoughtful sip of sour wine. She was well aware that some lord or other had been killed in the raid, as well as a couple of his sons. "You look like a noble. So where do you fall in the birth order, hm? My guess would be pretty low."

"I'm the youngest of his seventeen children," Epona confirmed quietly. "I'm the youngest daughter of his third wife, ma'am."

"Ah. That explains your knowing how to cook. It's not likely you'd be married off to someone rich enough to keep a chef, right? They'd all want your older sisters." Tara smirked as the girl gave a silent nod. "And now, here you are, kneeling in the dirt to cook a pot of porridge for some freelance mercenary. Life's a bitch." She laughed a bit and took another mouthful of wine. "You play the harp?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Sing?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Have some manner of education? Reading, writing, that sort of thing?"

"Yes, ma'am." Epona stirred the pot, which by this time was beginning to give off a delicious smell.

"Well, isn't that something." Tara chuckled. She was greatly amused by this development. She'd had slaves twice before, both of whom had been freed by her after a year or so of service, but neither of them had been bluebloods. This might be more interesting than I thought. The warrior went back to her silent scrutiny of the young woman.

After another ten or fifteen minutes, Epona moved the steaming pot off the fire and spooned some of its contents into a bowl. Tara watched idly as the girl turned toward her. To her mild surprise, Epona didn't rise to her feet. Instead, cupping the bowl carefully, the girl approached her on her hands and knees. When she reached a spot about two feet away, Epona stopped and laid the bowl down within Tara's reach.

The warrior raised a brow. "What was that about?"

"I'm your slave, am I not?" Epona asked quietly. "A slave's head should never be above her master's, ma'am. Not if she's properly trained. None of my father's slaves would have dared."

"Huh." Come to think of it, Tara had heard that before, but she'd never seen it in practice. She smirked a bit and eyed the food. "Well, if you know all that, then you'll also know why I'm not touching this porridge until you've tasted it, first." Epona's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't comment. Without a word, she took the bowl in her hands and put it to her lips. Tara watched closely as the girl swallowed her mouthful. Then, with a cool grin, she extended her hand for the bowl. Epona laid it on her palm.

Tara had to admit that the gruel was tasty. She sent Epona back twice for another helping. Then, with a sigh of satisfaction, she tossed the empty bowl in her prisoner's direction. Epona caught it with a noticeable flinch. "Is there any more left?" Tara asked curtly.

"Not very much, ma'am," the slave said. Her green eyes rested quietly on the ground.

"Good. You're lucky, then. You get to eat tonight." The warrior waved a hand at the fire. "Go have whatever's left, and make it fast. You still have to clean stuff up before we can sleep." Epona ate her meager supper quickly. Tara watched as the girl repacked all their food into the satchel and cleaned their cooking vessel. Then, taking up the ropes that lay beside her, the warrior rose to her feet. "Come here, Epona."

The captive made no protest as Tara tied her hands again. The mercenary looked around, found a patch of relatively soft grass, and ordered her captive to lie down. Epona did as she was told. Tara bound the girl's legs. Then she paused, briefly pushing her finger in between the ropes and the young woman's skin. She judged that the bonds were tight enough to hold her, but not tight enough to cut off her circulation. "Sleep tight," she said pleasantly. Then she returned to her own bedroll.

Although Tara did love a clean, soft bed at an inn every now and then, her first love was still lying down beneath the stars. She stretched out on her bedroll and draped her blanket over herself with a deep sigh of contentment. Her muscles ached pleasantly from the day's fighting and riding. With great satisfaction, Tara closed her eyes.



Tara



We were sitting under a brightly striped umbrella outside the coffee shop The coffee was delicious with loads of whipped cream on the top. There was a yummy looking Indian guy sitting alone at the adjacent table and Tara was giving him the eye. She likes a cigarette with coffee and despite my pleading, continues to do it. I think she was pretending her lighter was not working. This gorgeous guy leapt up and offered her a light. The little vixen flashed him her sexiest smile and thanked him sweetly while holding on to his hand just a little longer than was necessary.

I was smiling. I know my daughter.

She suggested that, as he was alone, he might like to join us. He almost fell over himself in his hurry to take a seat. He put out his hand. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Ari."

"Pleased to meet you. I am Tara and this is my Mum, Elizabeth."

His eyes came out on stalks. He couldn't believe she was flirting in front of her mother.

We chatted for a while and he offered to buy us a drink. Tara opted for a white wine, I ordered a sherry and Ari had a beer. Now the ice was broken, we were able to talk more comfortably.

He is a businessman who visits this country quite often but finds the evenings very lonely without any social contacts. Tara gave him another sexy smile. "What a shame. Perhaps we could help you out."

His enthusiasm burst out in a sweat. "You are very kind."

I knew exactly what was coming. Tara excused herself and wandered off to the Ladies, returning shortly afterwards with her breasts obviously hanging freely inside her blouse with more buttons undone. Poor man. I felt sorry for him. And to make matters worse, she took out another smoke and he had to bend over her to light it. He got a complete eyeful.

Not to be outdone I also excused myself and allowed him to see what I had on offer. He couldn't believe his luck. I could see the bulge in his trousers.

Now comes the clincher. Tara dropped her serviette and had to bend over to pick it up. Ari tried to help and got the full eyeful. A completely naked butt almost in his face. He was totally beside himself, and almost knocked his glass over.

I leaned over to help him and gave him a look at my swinging breasts. He didn't know where to look and blushed like a little girl.

He was so flustered, but managed to pull himself together. Tara asked, "Would you perhaps like to come home with us for a snack? We would rustle you up something with no trouble."

"That is very kind of you, but I don't have transport and don't want to be a nuisance. Why don't you both come back to the hotel with me? It is only around the corner. I could order something in and save you the bother."

She looked at me and nodded. "You are very generous. We would enjoy that, wouldn't we Mum?"

"That sounds like a good idea. Then you wouldn't have to eat alone."

Arm in arm we walked the two blocks to the hotel. It was very posh. Ari collected his key and we took the lift to his suite. Wow. Nothing mean about this place.

We settled down and Ari suggested we have a few drinks and perhaps some sandwiches. He assured us they would be delicious. No problem.

While we waited we were able to take a look round. There was everything we could want for the rest of the evening.

He was very attentive and leaned over protectively while he poured our drinks and offered the large plate of sandwiches. Tara stroked his hand and he reacted with the bulge in his trousers pulling the fabric very tight.

I left the first move to her. She is better at starting things than I am. She suggested he join her on the couch, making sure her skirt pulled right up to her thighs. Ari didn't know what to do. How was he to feel her up in front of me? 

She let him struggle for a while before taking his hand and laying ii on her knee. I thought his zip would tear apart. 

He was still embarrassed by my presence, but I refused to budge. I wanted to see what he would do. 

Eventually he couldn't stand the strain any longer and moved his hand up her thigh. She giggled and dropped a kiss on his cheek. He was in an awkward position. He could hardly screw her in front of me. So she casually took off her top, allowing him the complete view of her lovely big breasts. His tongue hung out and he immediately took one of them in his hand and squeezed. She moaned and he was encouraged to take her firm nipple into his mouth. 

She reached down and unzipped him, pulling his trousers down to his knees. A positively huge cock sprung out and she rubbed it gently. Now it was his turn to moan.

She pushed him down on to the couch with his legs over the arm so she had full access to his genitals. He whimpered at having his dummy removed. But she soon leaned over and put it back into his mouth while she caressed his cock and pulled on it.

She was not happy with her position so mounted him in the 69 position and proceeded to take his cock into her mouth. He gasped and must have taken quite a bite at her as she jumped.

From here on it was a pulling and pushing and moaning and clutching, until she turned again and mounted his upstanding cock. They both gasped with the pleasure of it and she rode him like a maniac, while he groped her breasts. She leaned right back and he took the opportunity to rub her clit. This was too much for Tara and she gave a yell and pounded down on him till I could see the spasms riding her. He had cum at almost the same moment and lay there breathing heavily while she continued to move up and down for a while.

She dropped down on to his chest and panted till she got her breath back. Then kissed him on the nose and dismounted.

It was now my turn.

He was still lying with his legs apart and a dazed look on his face. I took my top off and rolled his limp cock between my breasts. It wasn't quite dead. The juices from the previous coupling smeared all over me and I offered him a breast to suckle. He grabbed it eagerly and appeared to enjoy the taste. I played with his cock and squeezed his balls. There was already reaction. 

I took my breast away from him and rubbed my hard nipple over his cock. I was already wet with anticipation. He gurgled and grabbed my butt, pushing his fingers into my waiting pussy. From here on there was no stopping him. He wriggled one finger and then two until he had three fingers inside me and his pinkie massaging my rosebud. His cock rose magnificently and I had to taste him. He was a real mouthful and I nibbled and sucked to my heart's content until I felt he needed something more. 

I got him to move while I lay under him. The heat of his body was wonderful and the hairs on his chest teased my nipples. He rubbed himself over my whole slit and paid special attention to my extended clit. Now it was my turn to groan. He knew his way around and made a point of rubbing that glistening knob over the thousands of sensitive nerve ends in my rosebud. Would he enter into my pussy or my anus? Either would suit me. I think he wasn't sure so I rolled over allowing him to take me from behind. He realized what I wanted and gently pushed against my muscles with his wet cock until he was able to push in. I was in heaven and thrashed and moaned as he pushed further and further in. I thought I would split apart, but the pleasure overwhelmed any feelings of pain. Then he pounded into me while I rose to meet every thrust. The screaming voice I heard reverberating in my head was mine as my desire rose to incredible heights until I felt him explode deep inside me. I joined him as spasm after spasm rocked my whole body.

I opened my eyes and saw Tara rubbing herself at the excitement of our mating. 

I hoped he would never slip out and clenched my muscles tightly round his slowly shrinking cock. He must have known, because he took it out and inserted two fingers. I spasmed again and vaguely heard Tara whimpering. Tuff, kid, you have had your turn.

At last I was temporarily satisfied and allowed him to leave me.

We all crowded into the shower and it looked as if the whole process would begin again, but I insisted we get dressed and leave, promising to meet him again at the same time and place the next day.

It had been a fortuitous encounter and we were keen to repeat it.



Tara



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It was a hot Monday afternoon in late June at the university library and it was six years since Jack had been back to his old university. The basement of the old library was nice and cool and it smelled exactly as he remembered. As Jack wandered through the building, the old smells and sounds were like an old familiar friend and he opened his mind to the flood of great memories. He had taken classes off and on at the local extension university while he was teaching, but this summer he returned to his alma mater where he hoped to complete his Masters degree. Being back on campus was a real trip of nostalgia. When Jack was an undergraduate, he found an area down in the bowels of the ancient building with a couple of old tables stuck in a back corner. This was where he'd hung out, studied, and done his research and as he wandered to the back of the building, he wondered if the tables were still there. 

It was so cool down in the basement and the temperature was so much different from the outside he almost wished he was wearing a sweater. As Jack rounded the end of one of the stacks, he saw the two massive old tables still sitting exactly where they'd been when he'd used them six years ago. However ... there was one thing different today. Sitting at one of the tables was a young lady ... a young lady who was stunningly attractive. Long, honey blond hair; a powder blue V-necked sweater showing excellent cleavage and when she looked up at him, she revealed beautiful blue eyes. Her face was flawless and her perfume teased his nostrils with its scent. In the darken recesses of the library, Jack thought she looked like a vision. 

Jack realized he must have stood staring for too long because finally she asked, "Is there something wrong?"

He was positive he blushed as he murmured, "I'm sorry ... I don't wish to be rude ... when I was an undergraduate, I used to hang out down here and study. I just didn't expect to find anybody here. And to find somebody here ... somebody as lovely as you ... well ..."

The young lady's cheeks took on a flush of their own and she looked down. When she looked up, he was again struck with her loveliness. "Are you back here for more studies or ..." her voice trailed off.

"I teach at Stewart High School over in Bedford Falls. I am here for the summer to finish my Masters. Are you a student here this summer?" After he asked her, he realized what a stupid question he'd asked; why would such a good-looking woman be sitting down here studying in an old library on a day like this if she didn't have to? 

Her smile was warm and friendly, "I have this quarter and I'm finished with my degrees." She told him.

"What's your major?"

"I have two ..." She told him.

Jack interrupted, "Wow ... that's impressive. All I've got is a degree in US History and minor in psych." He hung his head in mock shame.

The young woman smiled for a moment and then replied, "Great ... I've always enjoyed history. Do you like teaching?"

Jack grinned at her, "Well, I am also the head football coach ... 'Go Tigers'" Jack gave an embarrassed laugh while the young lady giggled. Jack continued, "I hate to admit it, but that's my true love. Teaching history got me in the door. I love history mind you, but getting the youth to see why it's interesting is a real challenge." She laughed at this comment and her laugh sounded like soft music. Jack stepped forward, stuck out his hand, "I'm Jack, Jack Frost." His name put a huge grin on her face. Jack held up his hand in front of his chest and replied sheepishly, "I know ... I know ... what can I say, my parents had a sense of humor. Let me tell you, junior high really sucks when your name's Jack Frost. But now, it isn't so bad. Coach Frost has a nice ring to it,"

She held out her hand, when he looked down he saw well manicured nails, lovely long tapered fingers and a most interesting ring on her middle finger. "Tara, Tara Howard." When he grinned back at her, she quickly continued, "My mother loved the movie 'Gone With the Wind'. I teased her one time she was probably watching the movie when I was conceived and she was a bit mad I'd say such a thing." Again, the musical laugh and Jack laughed with her. He looked down at his watch and noticed he needed to get going if he was to make his next class on time. 

"Tara, I hate to end this, but if I don't leave now I'll be late for my next class." Jack was surprised by the look on her face; she seemed sad and looked almost like she was going to cry. He did want to see her again so he asked, "Do you come here often?"

"Yeah ... this is my hiding place too. I can study here without being bothered and ..."

Jack interrupted before she finished, "Oh damn, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you ..."

She quickly held up her hand, "No ... not you." She gave him a quick glimpse of her killer smile, "I've enjoyed our little talk. I like it down here so I'm here off and on."

"Would you like to meet for a cup of coffee after class?" Jack asked hopefully.

She paused so long he started to wonder if she had heard him. Finally, she frowned and replied, "That sounds wonderful, but I already have plans. Sorry." 

Jack figured it was true, as her "Sorry." sounded sincere; he said goodbye and headed off to class. Over the next few days, he returned often to the back of the library, but she was never there. Their brief encounter had left an indelible imprint on Jack; he desperately wanted to see her again. 

On Monday morning on his way to school, he remembered it was just last Monday when he met Tara at the library. Not a day passed since he'd seen her that he didn't think about her; her beauty seared into his memory. Jack wanted to get to know her better ... to be able to talk to her some more. After his class, he ran down the stairs to the basement and headed back to his old haunt. As he walked between the stacks, he wondered if she would be there today and his heart leaped when he saw her sitting at the big table in exactly the same place she was last time.

"Good afternoon Tara ... I was hoping you'd be here today."

"Hello Jack." A slight pause, and then, "Why were you hoping I'd be here today?

"Well ..." Jack felt just like a schoolboy he was so embarrassed and tongue-tied. Finally, he just blurted it out, "I've thought about you every day since last Monday and I've checked down here several times to see if you were here. I just really wanted to see you again."

Her wonderful smile spread across her face, making Jack feel as if he had said the correct thing. "Well ... aren't you sweet. Why don't you sit down?"

Jack sat across from her and their conversation seemed to flow like a gentle stream right from the start. He was surprised to find that as beautiful as she was, there was no guile about her. She was completely down to earth with a delightful sense of humor. As they talked, Jack started to feel as if her good looks were almost a hindrance. Tara was just as attractive and lovely inside as she was to the eye. The time passed quickly and when he glanced at his watch, Jack realized he had missed his next class and his surprise must have shown on his face.

"What's the matter?"

"I got so caught up here, I missed my class."

"Is that bad?"

"Well, to be honest, I would rather be here." This comment brought out the musical laugh again. Jack continued, "Ah ... I have a question ... and I really don't know how to ask it any way except to just ask."

"And your question ..."

"Are you like involved, or seeing anybody or engaged or ..."

Tara held up her hand to stop his babbling. "No. I am none of the above. Are you ... how did you put it ... involved?"

"No ... I thought I found the person I wanted to marry, but at the last minute I realized she was not the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. One more question ... how come somebody as exquisite as you and as interesting as you hasn't been snapped up yet?"

Again the great laugh, "Just hasn't happened ... don't know what to tell you."

Jack really did have to get going and he did not want this meeting to end. Again, he asked her if they could meet for a cup of coffee and she politely declined. He asked her if there were any other times she was in the library. "I'm here usually on Thursdays. I have a late afternoon class and then come here. I am here after 5 ... why?

"Because next Monday is so far away ..." She laughed. "I am sorry, I have to go." He stood and leaned over and picked up her hand and brought it to his lips. "Until Thursday?"

"We'll see ..." One last killer smile and Jack left.

Over the years and all during school, Jack dated several women and had many girl friends; he always felt he was comfortable with women. Jack was a handsome man who played sports all through school and still moved with the grace and poise of a natural athlete. Being a coach allowed him to work out at the high school gym and he still possessed a lean, strong body. 

Jack hadn't found the woman he wanted to settle down with, but if asked, he would just say he was picky. He felt he held some romantic notion one day he would meet the woman of his dreams. Right now, he had to admit, Tara was coming really close. However, the question was ... how could he get a chance to meet her away from the library?

Thursday seemed to take forever to arrive. All during his last class, he kept looking at the clock on the wall and the class seemed to drag on forever. Finally, the professor released the class and he quickly headed across campus to the library. 

When he came to the end of the stacks, sitting at the table was Tara. Today she wore a cute top that again showed off an abundant amount of her cleavage. Her hair was up in a ponytail and Jack thought she looked cute the way she was dressed. She smiled up at him and motioned for him to sit. He pulled up a chair and their conversation started as if they hadn't been apart for four days. Finally, it was time for Jack to get going and he asked Tara once more if he could meet her for a cup of coffee. Once more, she politely declined. As he parted, he asked if she would be there on Monday and she said she would.

In the past, Jack always felt weekends went by entirely too quickly ... but this weekend seemed to drag on forever. Monday's classes seemed to be just as bad and by the time he could head for the library, Jack was surprised by how badly he wanted to see Tara. As he headed across campus, he wondered if sharing some of his feelings he felt would help her understand why he wanted to see her away from the library. 

As he rounded the stacks, Tara was sitting at one of the tables. A warm smile lit up her face and Jack felt she was truly pleased to see him. Her hair was down today and she was wearing a sweater that was almost the same color as her hair. Around her neck was a band of blue velvet the same color as her eyes. Jack felt if he wasn't already smitten by her, he shurely would have fallen for her today.

The time they shared together passed quickly and finally Jack realized how late it was. Decided he was going to take a chance and share his feelings about Tara, he tired to put them into words. "Tara ..." he started, long pause, "Um ... I find I'm developing really strong feelings for you." Again, he paused, searching for the right words to convey his feelings. "I'd like for us to meet some place else besides here ..." Jack motioned with his hand, indicating the basement of a library, "Um ... a date if you will ... Tara, I feel you like me, and I know I like you and ..."

Tara hung her head and when she lifted it, Jack thought he saw a tear in her eyes. "Jack, I just can't. I can't tell you any more than that ... and I ask you ... I beg you ... if you really care for me ... you will not ask for any more information. Please ..." her voice was soft and pleading.

"Tara, I don't understand. In one breath, you tell me you care for me ... and in the next ... you tell me you won't see me away from this library. Is it you don't trust me?"

"Jack ... please don't ask questions ... please ..." and now there were tears brimming in her eyes. Jack stood up, looked down at her for a moment and told her he needed to get going. 

As he turned to leave, she asked, "Will you be back on Thursday?" Her voice was so soft Jack barely heard her.

"Why?" His voice was much softer than the feelings he had inside.

"I understand if you won't ... maybe some day I can explain ... but I do enjoy our conversations and if you still want ... Thursday ...?" the last word was more of a question than a statement.

Jack knew he wanted to see her again. Somehow, he was going to find out why she wouldn't leave the basement of the library. He nodded, "Till Thursday ... good night Tara." Jack turned and left.

On Thursday, Jack had a mid-term test. The instructor told the class once they were through with the test they were free to leave. This was Jack's favorite class and he was well prepared for the test so he breezed right through it. As he left the classroom, he noticed he was going to be almost an hour earlier than usual to meet Tara. Since it was much earlier than normal, he wondered if she would be there when he arrived. He hoped so; it would give them more time together. 

When Jack turned the corner to pass down the row between the last stack, he thought his heart had skipped a beat. He was pleased to see Tara standing in front of him at the far end of the stack, but facing the other way. Walking towards her, Jack noticed she was wearing a different sweater today along with a skirt of matching color. As she started to take a step, her body dipped slightly. Her actions caused Jack to stop and look down at her legs. He noticed her right leg was bent and disfigured; also that her right shoe was built up to help compensate for the difference with her left leg. Tara took another step, again with a noticeable limp. Jack came up behind her and when she became aware she was not alone, she whirled around. Jack wasn't prepared for what happened next. 

Tara's face crumbled as she moaned, "It's you ... oh no!" Tara's hands went to her face as she bent her head and she started to cry. Jack instantly stepped forward to slip his arms around her and try to comfort her. She put one of her hands on his chest, pushing him back.

"No ... please go." She cried. "You don't have to stay; you don't have to be nice to the cripple." Tara continued to sob.

Jack swept her hands from his chest and gathered her into his arms. Looking down at the top of her head he realized he was completely stunned by her actions. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Hey ... please stop crying. What's this all about?" Suddenly a thought came to mind and he asked, "Is this why you wouldn't meet me away from here? You didn't want me to see you had a limp ... see your leg?" 

Jack felt her nodding her head against his chest as she continued to cry. Her words were difficult to make out as she spoke against his chest. "I wanted to see you some more ... I wanted to have a few more meetings before you found out. Because you didn't know it was easy to pretend you cared about me and ... and ..." her tears came once more and she sobbed to the point where she could no longer speak.

Jack pulled her tightly against his chest again and gently rocked her back and forth. So many things made sense now, why she refused to see him away from the library, why she had always been behind the desk when he arrived. In the softest and most gentle voice possible, he whispered, "Tara ... for a person of your intellect, you know, you are kinda stupid." She stopped sobbing and looked up at him, tears still brimming in her eyes.

"Excuse me ... I've never been called stupid!" Even though her lip was quivering, Jack was pleased to see she still stood up to his insult.

"Can't you tell?" Jack asked as Tara dropped her head. "Look at me ... don't you see I care about you ... the person inside? The package is cute ... and I don't shit, excuse me, about the limp or your leg ... to me, those are not who or what you are. Listen to me ... I have feelings for you. Do you understand?"

Her bottom lip was still quivering and she hiccupped. "I didn't want to ... I tried so hard ... I wanted to be just a friend ... I didn't want to care for you the way I do. I just knew once you found out about ... well ... you know... you could never be interested in a cripple ... and..."

"Tara ... all right ... now I know ... and you know it doesn't matter. Can WE get the hell out of this dungeon and go someplace together a bit more fun?" Jack had stressed the word, 'we'.

"You still want to be seen with me?" Her voice showed her surprise and her pleasure at his request.

Jack tipped her face up and gazed into her eyes. Slowly he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her gently on the lips. His lips parted slightly and he felt her tongue tentatively slip between them. As their tongues gently touched, she whimpered softly. When he pulled away, Tara was breathing deeply and her face was flushed. "Does that answer your question?" He asked as he squeezed her body. 

Tara gathered her belongings and showed Jack to the elevator which she took from floor to floor to help her gain access around the library. He carried her stuff and she held onto his other arm. They walked into the student union and sat down at a corner table. She asked for a soda and he went off to get them both one. 

When he returned, Jack found one of his classmates talking to Tara. His classmate turned and asked him how he felt Jack did on the test. Jack explained how much he liked the subject and why he felt he aced it. The classmate turned to look at Tara and asked, "Why is this beautiful lady wasting her time with you?"

Tara smiled as Jack made the introductions and as the classmate left, he looked at Tara and told her, "If you ever get tired of this oaf ... give me a call. You are stunning ..."

Jack smiled at her. "See ... I don't think he even noticed your ... ah ..."

"Say it ... my limp. If we are ever going to go anywhere together, you need to get over..."

Jack interrupted her, "Wow ... ain't this the kettle calling the pot black?"

Tara dropped her head for a moment, when she looked back at Jack; she had a warm smile on her face. "Thanks ... I was so afraid once you knew ... once you saw me ... Jack, all of my life I have been ... well ... ashamed."

"Would you please tell me what happened?"

Tara told him about the accident when she was 12 years old and how as she was riding her bike home at dusk, and about the drunk who struck her with his car. She continued to tell him about the massive settlement the court had awarded her due to his considerable wealth and his many prior convictions for drunk driving. "I really don't have to go to school if I don't want too. There is such a vulgar amount of money just sitting making more money." She smiled at him a little and then went on to tell him at one time the doctors thought she might loose her leg and then how they were finally able to save it. 

Tara continue to explain how the doctors were very sorry nothing could be done, but the leg would be shorter, even though part of it could be compensated for with a built up shoe, there would still be a limp. "I have always been so self conscious about it. I have always felt that was all people see ... not see me, just my handicap. Mama always told me I was going to be a spinster ... she said nobody wants to be with a cripple ... handicapped people like me are supposed to live alone."

Jack smiled at her and told her, "The only handicap I see is you are so good looking, I find it hard to concentrate when we talk."

Tara giggled and put her hand on Jack's arm. He placed his hand over hers and squeezed. "Thanks ... thanks for coming here with me ..." As they sat talking and nursing their drinks, Jack found himself continuing to fall for this lovely lady sitting across from him ... more and more. Once he stopped mid-sentence and told her, "Do you have any idea what I think of you. I just can't believe you're sitting here with me. I can't believe how lucky I am."




Tara



Tara smiled at him and shook her head, "No ... I'm the lucky one. Look at you ... I'll even bet you were a jock all through school ... right?"

"Yeah ... but what has that got to do with anything." His face looking totally puzzled.

"I've always felt all the jocks looked down at me. In both junior and in high school I was the poor little cripple girl. Because I couldn't participate in PE class, I was teased. I didn't even start to develop," and she motioned towards her lovely breasts, "these until I was a junior in high school. I took a lot of teasing and when you told me you were a high school football coach, it just took me back to a time I have really tried to forget."

"Oh God ... I'm so sorry ... I didn't ..." Tara put her finger against Jack's lips.

"Shhhh ... stop. I told you so you could understand a little more about me. I was always jealous of jocks. To me, jocks seemed to be so at ease in every situation. However, when you sat down that first day and we talked, it was like you were no longer a jock, you became a real person to me, with wants, desires, and feelings ... it was such a revelation. You hadn't seen my handicap and I was able to look beyond you being an athlete. I started to feel things about you I knew I couldn't do anything about ..."

"Please ... Stop ... you are telling me you ... ah ... care about me ... that you have feelings for me? Too??"

Tara blushed and nodded. "Yes ... but I felt it was hopeless. Once you saw me standing, that would be the end. I wanted to try and keep your visits going as long as I could. Mama warned me about men and once you saw my handicap, you would either leave of use me and then leave."

"In a way ... I guess I am a bit hurt. You didn't even give me the chance to show you I might be different. But to be honest ... getting to know you as I did, all I could see was your beauty, your intellect and your cute sense of humor. I got to know you ... and your ... well, your handicap never got in my way of getting to know you. Now I don't care. It is part of you ... it is something that makes you unique ... special ... more mysterious ..."

"You do know how to turn a girls head ... I never thought of my handicap as unique or special and never, ever mysterious." She laughed and Jack enjoyed the sound and the knowledge he was able to make her laugh.

"Will you let me take you to dinner?"

"Do you really want to ..."

Jack interrupted, "Look, can we make a deal? If I ask you something, I mean it. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to do whatever I am asking. So ... if I ask you to dinner ... I asked you because I want to take you. Because I ask, you may assume I want to ... now, will you let me take you to dinner?"

The way she answered almost broke his hear, "Yes Jack ... I would love to."

Jack took her to an old favorite restaurant of his. He hadn't been able to afford going there very often when he was in school, but he really liked the ambiance of the place. They were shown to a booth and Jack slid in first and asked Tara to sit next to him. He explained why he slid in first, "That way you don't have to move so far."

"You need to stop being so thoughtful ... I just might decide to keep you," She told him with a smile.

Dinner was delicious. There was a bottle of wine to go with the excellent Italian food and afterwards, they sat side by side and looked at each other. Jack leaned over and kissed her softly on the mouth. As he started to draw away, she reached behind his head and pulled him back so she could kiss him again. When they drew apart, she drew a heavy breath. "What was that for?" he asked.

"I need to tell you something ... and I don't really know how to go about it."

"How about you start at the beginning?"

"Well, I have been on very few dates. I only dated a couple of times in high school and those were a disaster. Mother was right, all they wanted was ... well you know?" Jack nodded his head. "I've had a few dates here at school too. There was a young man here I dated a couple of times ... well, no ... wait ... he was more of a boy ... anyway, we went on three dates and on the third one, he took me to his room and ..." Jack could tell by the way she fidgeted this was a memory that still pained her.

"Did he rape you?"

"NO ... he told me I was lucky to be with him as most men didn't want to waste time with a cripple like me and then he started to paw me and when he tried to pull on my clothing, I was able to kick him in the ... well, you know ... down there." And she pointed to his lap. 

"So ... what are you telling me here ... that you haven't' dated much? I don't care."

"No Jack ... I'm trying to tell you I'm a virgin. I've read men don't like to have to teach a woman how to ... well ... you know ... do those kinds of things."

Jack couldn't help himself as he smiled, "Well ... I haven't read any books on the subject. In addition, I'm sure there a lot of men who are much better at 'those kinds of things' as you call it than I am. If and when it comes time, just promise me you won't worry. OK?"

Tara laughed, "If and when huh? So you think there might be an 'if' or 'a when'?"

Now it was Jack's turn to blush. Tara enjoyed watching him squirm seeing how uncomfortable he was right now. She leaned close to him and whispered into his ear. "I hope some day there is an 'if or when'."

The evening sped by and soon it was time to take Tara home. As they sat in the car in front of her house, he asked her, "Where do we go from here? I want to see you again ... tomorrow?" They compared schedules and agreed to meet after their classes.

The next few days flew by as Jack and Tara had dinner with each other every evening. Jack wanted to take the relationship to a different level, but he also didn't want to frighten Tara. When she had told him about the attempted rape, she didn't seem to upset by it, but he wanted to make sure the time was right when they finally made love. 

Finally, Jack decided he wanted to take Tara out to some place special. For the few days they had been together, Tara was pleased with the way Jack treated her, but she still had the doubts ... doubts planted by her parents over so many years. Tara could still hear her mother's words ringing in her ears, "Honey, remember you are handicapped. Men don't want to live with a handicapped woman. Men will just take advantage of you and after they get what they want, they'll leave you. To them, women like you are just to be used. Men know women like you will be desperate ... easy to take advantage of. Remember, men don't marry cripples." Years and years of hearing those words took their toll and Tara couldn't help but wonder when Jack was going to leave her. Desperately she wanted to believe her mother was wrong, but her mother's words kept coming back to haunt her and the years of negative programming had done their deeds to her beliefs.

Jack decided he was going to take Tara to a very special dinner. Since \the semester would be over in a couple of weeks, Jack wanted to make their relationship a bit more permanent. He dreamed of getting her to move to Bedford Falls and live with him. Jack picked a restaurant, which featured a large massive deck across the front of the place with a commanding view of the bay and the mountains in the distance. He checked to see what time sun down was and made reservations for a front table, making sure they would be seated just in time to catch the sunset.

When Jack picked her up, he was pleased with Tara's outfit. Her hair was down, the blue velvet band around her neck and a dress which showed off her cleavage to its best advantage. When she opened the door, Jack just stood and gaped at her. "What? You don't like the outfit?"

"Like? No dear ... I don't like it ... I love it! You are beautiful." Her smile warmed his heart and he leaned forward to kiss her. As they pulled apart he whispered, "And you smell divine ..."

"And you look most handsome too ... and you don't smell so bad yourself." She pulled his face down and kissed him again.

When they arrived at the restaurant, the valet took his car and they entered the restaurant arm in arm. The table was perfect. There was nothing to obstruct their view of the setting sun or the passing ships in the distance. As the sun finally slipped behind the distant mountains, Tara leaned close and kissed Jack's cheek. "Do it again daddy ... that was beautiful."

"If I could make it happen ... I would do it over and over for you if that is what you wanted."

"Jack ... the past few days have been like a dream for me. I have never been so happy ... so at peace with things. For the first time in my life, I don't curse my leg or the person who did this to me. For the first time ... I don't care. You gave me that ... you have helped me ... and I adore you for it." Tara wanted to add how she didn't expect their relationship to last very long, but she kept it to herself. Her mother's words continued to dampen her hope for any kind of long-term relationship with Jack.

"I have a question to ask ..." Jacks words chilled Tara's heart. She feared his next words. "I understand if you don't want to do this ... or if this is too soon ... but in a couple of weeks, the semester is ending and I will be going back to Bedford Falls." Tara looked at Jack with trepidation in he eyes. She knew the season was drawing to an end and she wondered what was going to happen to the two of them. Tara had feared Jack would leave at the end of the end of the term and she had resisted her desires to take their relationship to the next level. She was positive from what her mother had told her, eventually he was going to leave her, but she had really enjoyed the time she had shared with Jack. 

Jack continued, "I have football practice I need to get started and to be honest, I should already be there working with the assistant coaches. But I need to do something about us." Tara thought to herself, "Here it comes ... the kiss-off!" Jack's next words caught her by surprise, "Tara ... will you move to Bedford Falls and live with me?"

Tara was stunned. She was convinced he was going to tell her he needed to get back to his coaching and he would call when he could ... and that would be the end. She was not ready for this. Just as she was ready to give him an answer, she heard her mother's words ringing in her head. Tara wanted to make sure she heard him correctly, "What did you just ask me?"

"Will you move to Bedford Falls and live with me?"

"Are you sure?"

"Hey ... remember what you promised ... if I ask, it means I want to do whatever I asked ... I wouldn't ask unless I wanted it to happen. Remember?"

"Jack ... I ... uh ..." and at that moment, the waiter came to the table. As the waiter took their orders, Tara thought about his proposal. She knew in her heart she really would love to be with this wonderful man, but her mother had done a good job in installing fear Tara; she could not help but question how long would it last? She wondered how long it would be before he grew tired of the cripple. Even now, after living so long with her handicap, she still couldn't believe any man would want to live with her. She was sure it was just a matter of time and he would send her on her way ... he would break up with her ... and that would hurt even worse then ending it now. Again, she heard her mother's words, "Men will just use you and then dump you. No man wants to live with a cripple." By the time the waiter left, she knew what her answer would be ... what it had to be.

Jack reached out and took her hand, "Where were we ... oh yes ... will you come and live with me?"

The next words were difficult for Tara, but she knew it was best to end things now ... end things before she got hurt even more then she was feeling now. "Jack ... you are a dear ... and I do adore you. But, I think we're rushing things. I don't think it's such a great idea. Maybe, once the football season is over, you can come and visit me ... and we can see how we feel then ..."

Jack had to look down at the table. He did not want her to see the sadness he was feeling. He wondered how he could have misread her so. He thought she cared for him. He lifted his face and looked at her, "Why? Why don't you want to come and live with me? I ... I ... well, I love you."

His words took her breath away. Tara was so tempted ... but there had been too many hurts, too many times she had been let down. She was not going to let him get the chance to hurt her. "No Jack ... I just don't think it's a good idea. Come see me after football is over."

Anybody watching the two of them sitting there eating dinner would wonder what was wrong with the two of them. Both of them just sat there, picking at the food before them, saying nothing to each other. When the bill arrived Jack picked it up, paid it and they walked out to his waiting car. Nothing was said between them all the way to her place. When they arrived, Jack got out of the car, walked around and opened her door, helped her out, walked her to the door and told her, "Good Night Tara." Without another word, he walked back to his car and drove away. Tara fled to her bedroom, slammed the door, threw herself on her bed and started to weep. She was positive she was doing the right thing ... she was positive it would hurt a lot less now then later when he grew tired of the cripple and broke up with her. Sobbing into her pillow, she fell asleep on the bed with her clothes still on and tear stains on her cheek.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

A light pierced his eyes and Jack held up his hand to block the painful light. A gruff voice demanded, "What are you doing down here?"

Jack's brain tried to work. "I'm sorry ... I'll go ..." he mumbled.

"How did you get down here?" the deep, gruff voice barked, the light still piercing into his brain.

Jack tried to remember where he was. He looked around and saw the old table in front of him. As he looked about the basement, it started to come back to him. He had slipped the back lock, just like in the old days, and had snuck down to his old hiding place with a bottle. He didn't remember much after a few drinks. 

The stern voice again demanded, "How did you get down here ... and what are you doing?"

Jake mumbled, "Can you believe it ... she said no ... no ... she said no." Jack looked up at the uniformed man standing in front of him. "I asked her and she said no ..." His words were slurred.

"Come on buddy ... let's go over to the station and have a little chat." Jack stood and allowed the officer to escort him between the stacks. When they were outside, the office led him to the patrol car, opened the door and helped Jack into the back seat. When they got to the station, they took Jack to the back and opened up a cell door. Pointing to a bed against the wall, the officer told him to go lie down and sleep it off.

When Jack woke up, he had a killer headache. It hurt to open his eyes and it hurt to keep his eyes closed. His hair hurt, his tongue hurt ... his whole body was in total pain ... it had been a long time since he felt this bad. Slowly he sat up and carefully put his feet on the floor. He tried to remember what happened the previous evening. As he sat there with his eyes closed, he heard somebody coming, opening and closing doors. Finally, he heard somebody stop in front of his cell. "Are you Jack Frost?"

"Yes."

"Let's go. Turns out the university is not going to press charges. You are free to go. However, you are supposed to report to the Dean of Men at 1:00 this afternoon. Do you agree?"

"Yes." Jack had never been so embarrassed in his whole life. What would team say if they found out what he had done ... or even worse, what would the school district say if they ever found out. He asked the desk sergeant to please call for a cab. The cab dropped him at his apartment and he let himself in. Jack went into his bedroom and lay down on the bed. As he lay there, the entire evening came back to him. Tara telling him she would not move in with him, getting the bottle of scotch, sneaking back into the library just like in the old days, then having the campus police wake him up and take him off to jail. He fell asleep for a while and when he woke, he saw there was just enough time to shower and get to campus for his meeting with the dean. 

Sitting in front office, he was aware of the way the dean's secretary looked at him, total disgust written across her face. As he sat waiting to be escorted into the dean's office, Jack felt totally embarrassed. This felt just like the time he was caught back in junior high and was taken to the principal's office. That time he received several swats from the principal's paddle and then had been whipped soundly at home. Jack thought to himself at least this time he wasn't going to be whipped ... or at least he hoped not.

The secretary opened up the door to the dean's office and motioned for Jack to go in. "The dean will see you now." Her tone of her voice showed her disapproval of him.

The office was large with a big desk in the middle of the room. In all his time at the university, Jack had never even seen the Dean of Men, let alone met him in person. The man behind the large desk was small and Jack wondered if he was really that little or if it was the size of the desk which made him look so diminutive. The voice that came out of the petite man surprised Jack due to the deepness of its tone. The dean wasted no time on pleasantries, but instead came right to the point. "Mr. Frost. What were you doing in the library in the middle of the night?"

"Sir, I apologize. I ... ah ... received some bad news last night and I guess I took it hard. I realize it's not much of an excuse, but I got a bottle and snuck into the library and down to where I used to study when I was an undergraduate. I really am sorry if I caused any problem for anybody." Jack was so embarrassed, here he was in front of the dean of men and back in Bedford Falls he was a teacher, a coach and a respected member of the community.

The dean sat for a moment, considering what he wanted to say next. Finally, he asked, "Mr. Frost, aren't you a little old to be breaking into the library and getting drunk? What was the bad news that would make you do something like that?'

"Sir ... if I don't have to tell you ... I really would rather not." Jack felt so chagrinned and embarrassed.

The dean's voice took on an edge as he spoke, "Mr. Frost ... you almost have your masters degree ... are you aware I can just send you on home right now ... and all your efforts at the university are for naught? I also know you are a high school teacher, what would your school district say if they were to find out?" Jack shook his head. The dean continued in his brusque tone, "Why would you break into the library? Tell me Mr. Frost ... what was this bad news." As Jack started to explain about Tara, he found himself pouring out his heart ... telling the dean so much more then he had planned, telling the dean just how precious she was to him. Jack ended up telling the dean he now realized he was in love with Tara. "Have you told her you loved her?" The dean asked.

"Yes ... I did. I think she feels because she sees herself as handicapped, everybody else does."

"Why did you just ask her to move in with you ... why not marry the woman."

"I didn't think she would ... I felt I had a better chance asking her to just live with me."

The dean put his fingers together in front of his face, making a tent out of them and stared into the void they made. The man was so undersized he barely was looking over the top of the desk. As he continued to look into his tented hands he spoke slowly to Jack, "I do not approve of you breaking into the library ... however; I do understand you were feeling sorry for yourself. I can see no reason to destroy your academic efforts here at the university, or to inform your school district of your indiscretion, so I'm not going to invoke any punishment on you." The dean paused and then looked up at Jack, "However; if I may give you some advice ..." Jack nodded his head affirmative. "Go and find this young woman of yours, tell her how you feel and keep talking to her until she agrees to either live with you ... or marry you. Help her understand her limp is of no importance to you ... help her realize how in love with her you are. Now get out of my office."




Tara



Jack stood, nodded at the miniature man and left the office before the dean changed his mind. His mind was swirling, wondering what to do as he walked to the central square where the students would sit and talk or read or sometimes actually study. He sat next to the fountain and pondered what to do next. Jack wondered if perhaps she was in the library and he set off to find her. As Jack rounded the last stack, he saw Tara sitting at the table, writing something on a tablet in front of her. Jack just stood there looking at her. As he stood there, he thought of what it would be like to have to live without her and tears started to slip down his cheeks. When Tara looked up, she saw Jack standing there, crying, and looking at her with the saddest eyes. She pushed back her chair, came around the end of the table and limped up to him. 

Jack reached out and pulled her to him, wrapped his arms around her and a deep sob was wrenched from inside his body. In that moment, Tara understood the dept of his feelings for her. Tears sprung to her eyes too as she realized the pain and suffering she had caused Jack. If was now obvious to her he really did love her ... she understood there were no guarantee things would last forever, but the only way to find out was to move forward ... together. 

Tara reached up and pulled his face down to hers. Their lips met in a deep soulful kiss and Tara heard him whimper. The sound touched her to her very core ... here was a man's man ... a man who did not wear his feelings on his cuff and yet he was standing there ... tears flowing down his face ... pouring out his love for her. She made her decision ... "Darling ... if you still want me ... I will go with you, anywhere."

Jack heard a strange, yet deep familiar voice behind him. "Mr. Frost, I assume this is the young lady you were telling me about?" Jack turned and saw the dean of men standing between the stacks. "Forgive me Miss, but I thought Mr. Frost would come back down here looking for you."

Jack introduced the Dean of Men to Tara and as they shook hands, the dean continued, "There was a bit of a problem with Mr. Frost last night?"

Tara looked puzzled, "What are you talking about?"

"Mr. Frost broke into the library last night, came down here and drank a little too much. Security picked him up and the two of us just had a chat in my office about his unauthorized nocturnal visit. He told me he came down here to try and forget about you. He came down here to try and forget you wouldn't be his wife ... is that right Mr. Frost?"

Tara looked up at Jack, "Wife? You told me you wanted us to live together. You want to marry me?"

"Yes ... if you'll have me ... yes. I love you ... marry me ... please."

Tara sobbed and leapt up to wrap her arms around Jack. Kissing him repeatedly she whispered, "Yes ... yes ... yes ..."

"Good," the little man said, "I would advise you two leave here now. I know the librian and she does not like having her library used as a place to 'make out'. I wish you two the best of luck." The small man looked directly at Tara and addressed her, "And Miss Howard, you are just a lovely as Mr. Frost said you were." The dean's voice softened as her smiled at the young woman, "You know, he really does love you. Now go!" And the dean turned and walked off. 

"Let's get out of here." Tara said. Jack helped her pick up her stuff and they walked back to the elevator. As they rode up, she asked him, "Did you really come back here last night?"

"Yeah ... being here was like I was still with you. I don't usually drink that much, but you telling me no last night hurt so bad." Tara put her hand on his cheek; a tear came to her eye.

"I am so sorry I hurt you. I just can't believe somebody like you wants somebody like me."

"What do you mean ... 'some body like me'?" 

"Well you know, you seem so self assured, so in command of your life and all ... I've always felt I am just ..."

Jack interrupted her, "Let's go to my place, we need to talk."

All the way to Jack's apartment Tara left her hand resting on his right thigh. Jack noticed where her hand was and he was pleased; this was the most forward she had been physically with him to date. After they were at Jack's place, he poured her a glass of wine and a soda for himself. He told her after last night, he didn't wasn't going to drink for a while and she laughed.

Jack sat next to her on the couch, pulled her to him and asked, "OK ... what did you mean when you said you couldn't believe somebody like me wants somebody like you?"

"Well ... you know ... you are so handsome and you could do so much better than me and ..."

Jack put a finger on her lips to silence her, "That's the last time I want to hear you say anything like that again. To be honest ... I'm the one who feels you are so out of my league ... I don't understand why you are interested in somebody like me. I'm just a dumb jock!"

"No darling," her hand moved to his cheek and softly touched him, "you are a thoughtful and a very caring man. I just don't see why you would settle for a ... well, for a cripple.'

"I have one more question. Tara, when was the last time you were spanked?"

She was silent for a long time. Then softly, in a little girl voice she answered, "It has been a long time Jack."

"Do you wish me to spank you? I spank very hard ... I have to warn you."

In an even smaller voice, she replied, "No Jack ... unless you think I deserve it or need it."

"Then I've one very important piece of advice for you! Do you want to hear it?" Jack's voice had grown a gruff tone to it.

"Yes Sir."

"For the rest of this night, and for the foreseeable future, if I ever hear you say anything like what you said a minute ago, I am going to spank you until you cry like a baby! I promise you ... you will sit on a pillow for days!!!"

"What'd I say wrong Jack?"

" Tara, you are the most staggeringly lovely woman I've ever seen. I promise you, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever known ... you even exceed my wildest imaginings! You will NOT speak blasphemy about the alter of my dreams and fantasies ... ever again. Do you understand?"

Still in her a little girl's voice, she replied, "But I am serious, I just don't see why you would want to settle for a for a cripple ... a handicapped person like me."

Jack jerked on one of her arms, pulling her body across his lap. Once he had her firmly in place, he flipped up her skirt, revealing her lovely panty covered bottom. "What are you doing?" she screeched as she tried to get away from him.

Jack held her tightly in his lap as he quickly brought down a hand on her well-rounded bottom. On the second smack, he told her, "I was serious, every time you refer to yourself as a cripple, or handicapped, I'm going to spank you." Jack proceeded to pull her panties over her cheeks, now revealing her delightful bare bottom. "I'm sick and tired of you viewing yourself as less than perfect." Two more firm smacks on her naked bottom and then her cheeks stared to glow red. "Do you understand?" Another slap. Tara thrashed and tried to pull away while Jack just held her tighter. "Whoever told you about your limp was wrong." Slap! "Yes ... you have a limp ... that doesn't mean you're a cripple." Another series of spanks on her now deep red cheeks. "Do you understand me now? You've been a bad girl."

Tara had stopped trying to get away and her voice was just a whisper when she answered, "Yes ... yes. I've been bad."

Again, his hand came down, twice more on each cheek. "I love you ... I love you just as you are. Say it ... 'he loves me, he loves me, just as I am'." 

Tara sobbed as she replied, "You love me ... oh my God, you really do love me." Jack turned her over and helped her sit on his lap, her legs straddling his thighs. Tears were streaming down her face and he kissed her lips, then some of the tears. He heard her whisper, "I love you Jack ... I love you so much ... I can't believe how turned on I am right now. I had no idea getting spanked could be so erotic."

Jack laughed as he looked into her dark blue eyes. "Would you like to make love?"

"Yes ..."

"With me?"

"Oh God yes ... who else?" She cried aloud.

"Tara ... I want to make love to you as well. I know you said you're worried about ... well ... doing it ... since you'd never made love ... but I promise you ... whatever you feel you don't know ... just ask ... I'll show you ... but it'll come naturally."

"Well ... for what it's worth ... I've read lots and lots of books about the subject." She told him with a grin.

"Guess what ... it's a lot better than what the books tell you." Jack whispered. Tara laughed and blushed. 

"I do have a question ... why didn't you try to make love to me before this?" She asked.

"I wanted to prove your mother was wrong. I'm not after just one thing ... well, I'm after that ... but it's not the only thing." Jack took her face in his hands and kissed her. He waited until he felt her lips part and then he gently pushed his tongue between them. When Tara felt his tongue between her lips, her tongue rushed forward to meet it ... caressing it, enjoying the feeling of his kisses. Repeatedly he kissed her, each time pushing her arousal forward. Jack could feel her dampness against his leg. 

Jack helped her lean back a little then helped her pull her top off. As she pulled it over her head, he stared at the erotic sight now reveled before him. He pulled her toward his chest, reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Once it was unfastened, Tara slipped it off and tossed it on the floor. Jack wouldn't have believed it possible, but her breasts were even lovelier than he'd imagined. Her aurora was small and a pale pink color; her nipples were hard with desire and were about the size of a pencil eraser. Jack dipped his head, took one of her nipples into his mouth, and started gently sucking on it. Tara squealed with delight and wrapped her arms around his head. She held him tightly against her until finally he had to pull back to take a breath of air. "Oh God that feels so good. Did you know it was going to feel like this?" She whispered.

Jack smiled at her, "I hoped it would ... do you want me to do it some more?" Her answer was to wrap her arms around his head again and draw his face to her naked breasts. Jack moved from breast to breast ... sucking on her nipples, then licking the end ... then without warning, drawing the nipple into his mouth and sucking on it with gusto. 

Jack asker her to stand and then helped Tara into the bedroom. Once there, he stood her in the middle of the room and slowly took off her remaining clothing. Once she was naked, she tried to pick up something to hold in front of her body. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"Because I am not as active I would like, I know I am a bit over weight. I have a tummy and ..."

Jack looked over her nude body ...enjoying the slight mound of her tummy sloping down into her prominent pubic mound. Her love triangle was sparse and her lips clearly visible between her legs. "Darling, you are not overweight, you are perfect for me. But it does sound like you need another spanking." 

Her hands quickly went to cover her bottom and she hung her head. "I'm sorry Jack."

Jack led her to his bed and then helped her lie on her back. "Are you comfortable?" He asked.

"But you still have your clothes on ... what's going on?" Tara asked with trepidation.

Taking off his shirt, he told her, "OK ... I will take off my shirt. Now, I am going to ask you to trust me. Will you do that?" Jack gave her his most trusting smile.

There was a long pause before she answered, "I'll try ..." Jack leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.

Jack crawled onto the bed and sat beside of Tara's hip with his legs folded and crossed Indian style. Reaching out, Jack pulled one of her legs a bit onto his lap and placing one hand between her breasts and one hand above her pubic hair; he spoke to her in a soft, low, comforting tone. "Close your eyes ... close your eyes ..."

"Jack, what are you doing?" Her voice showing concern.

Still in the soft, comforting voice, he replied, "Trust me ... close your eyes ..." Her eyes fluttered and then closed. "Push all thoughts out of your head ... listen to me ... only listen to me." Jack sat quietly with his hands on her body. After a couple of minutes he spoke again, "Listen to me ... feel my hands on your body ... feel my pulse with your chest ... listen to me breath ... match my breathing with yours ..." Jack continued to sit next to her, breathing slowly, concentrating on matching her rhythms. "Listen to me ... listen to me ... feel the warmth of my hand on your chest ... feel my hand between your legs ... think about my touch ... think about my hands moving across your body ..." 

Jack could tell Tara was listening to him as soft moans started to escape from her while Jack talked to her about touching her body. "Feel my hands ... feel my hands moving across your body ..." Jack started to move his upper hand on her chest; his hand but a soft stroke, his fingers barely making contact with her skin while leaving his hand on her pubic bone stationary. For the next few minutes, Jack softly caressed Tara's upper torso, using great care not to touch her breasts. Eventually he started to move his other hand, up across her tummy, being careful not to touch her pubic area again. 

As Jack continued to massage Tara, she released a deep sigh and he could see her visibly start to relax. Finally, his hands started to move around one of her breasts. Stroking it, kneading it but staying away from her nipple. Jack was so aroused by now he was finding it difficult to continue his slow build up, but he was determined to stay with the slowest arousal he could. Jack wanted to show his love and affection for Tara and he felt the best way was to make her first experience with sex something she would never forget ... but even more important, something she would crave. He allowed one finger to brush the top of a nipple and her breath was a hiss. Touching the other nipple drew the same response. "Keep your eyes closed ..." he instructed. 

Crawling to the edge of the bed, he stood and quickly disrobed. When he crawled back on the bed, he was now at her feet. With great care, he pulled her legs apart and started to massage the foot of her good leg. It took several minutes before his hand was close to her pussy where he could feel her heat. When he stopped and move his hand away, he heard a soft whisper escape from her lips, "No ... no ..." 

"Shush ... keep your eyes closed ..." He told her. He stopped and moved over to her other leg, taking her foot in his hand and started to massage it just as he had done with her good leg. She tried to pull it away. "Stop!" he commanded.

"I don't want you to touch my leg ... it's so ugly." She whined.

Jack moved to the side of the bed and carefully turned her over on her tummy. His open hand came down on her still pink cheeks, the slap causing her to jump and squeal. This time he kept spanking her several times, telling her in a slightly stern tone, "I am going to keep spanking you until you start to believe me ... you leg is not ugly ... listen to me ... it's not ugly! It's a part of you ... to me you are total magnificence ... when I look at you, I see this exquisiteness that's all of you ... your face ... your breasts ... your body ... and your legs ... both of them ... do you hear me ... all of you! Do you understand?" Jack finished his tirade with several swats spread over each cheek.

Tara screamed, "Yes ... I am sorry ... please stop ... touch me ... I don't care where ... just touch me."

"And your leg is not ugly. Say it now ..." Jack commanded.

"And my leg is not ugly ... please stop spanking me ... just touch me ..."

Jake turned her onto her back, her face covered with tears. "Close your eyes ..." Jack waited until Tara calmed down and was relaxed again before he continued. "Feel my hands moving over your body ... just relax and feel. Allow yourself to be aroused by my touch ... you were before ... go back there ... now relax ..." As Jack started to massage her damaged leg again, he continued to speak the word, "Relax ..." 

Jack could feel Tara was still having some difficulty with allowing him to massage her damaged leg, but he was pleased to see how hard she was trying. Taking great care, he let his fingers trace the scars on her leg, smooth the skin around the bumps on her leg and massaged her leg muscles. He could feel the tension leaving her body as she accepted his touch on her leg. By the time he had reached her pussy on her bad leg, he could see she was finally welcoming his touch. 

Jack changed position, pulled two pillows from the top of the bed and slipped them under Tara's hips. This time she didn't ask what was going on, she just lifted her hips and accepted what was happening to her. Lying on his stomach, he started to kiss one of her thighs just above her knees ... slowly and softly. Jack kissed one thigh a few times and then moved over to the other thigh ... moving back and forth while he also traveled up her thighs. The pillow had lifted her hips and her pussy now stood open, inviting him to consume her with his mouth and tongue. Jack could smell her erotic perfume and the fragrance penetrated his nostrils. It was heavenly to his senses and he found his arousal reaching a state where he felt he could climax if he wasn't careful. All five of his senses were overrun, as if being with her was all too much to take at once.

By the time he was kissing her next to the vaginal lips, her body was trembling. Without any warning, Jack moved his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top. Tara jumped and her hands clutched at the bed coverings, a deep moan welling up from inside of her body. When he licked her again, she reached down, grabbed a handful of hair with each hand, and pulled his face tight against her wet opening. Her voice was a hiss, "Yessssss ... oh God ... yesssss ..."

Immediately, Jack swiped his tongue several times up and down her slit; Tara moaned deeply and Jack watched as her arousal started to ooze from her pussy. He licked at her wetness; it tasted fantastic, continuing to fuel his lust even more. 

Carefully he took her aroused clit between his lips and ran his tongue over the tip of it. Tara thrashed wildly on the bed, pulling at his hair, moaning and crying. Jack could hear her chanting, "So good ... so good ... so good ... don't stop ..." 

After sucking her engorged clit as far between his lips as he could, he started to repeatedly flicking the tip of her clit. He could feel her arousal continuing to grow until she finally squealed as her climax surged through her body. Jack continued to gently suck on her as she slowly drifted down from her climax. Once she was relaxed, he crawled up next to her and took her in his arms. She kissed him repeatedly, whispering, "Wow! That was amazing. So much better then when I do it myself." And once she realized what she just shared with him, she blushed. "I can't believe I just told you that."

Jack laughed. Looking at her with desire, he told her, "I love you ... you are such a treasure ... I never thought it could be like this with a woman. I don't care about my climax ... just about yours. Your pleasure and satisfaction is all consuming. You know I've been with other women," Jack felt her nod her head, "But it was for my pleasure ... this time all I could think of was you. Touching you ... helping you understand your leg doesn't matter ... just helping you climax ... being able to show you physically how much you mean to me."

Tara kissed him again, pulled back a little, then smelled his lips, and than lightly ran her tongue over his lips. "Is this what I smell like and taste like?" She asked.




Tara and Jodie's Family.



I would like to offer an apology to my lesbian friends and remind them that this is a only a fantasy story.

I moved slowly back and forth on the patio swing with my book in my lap enjoying the warm spring afternoon. I had spent the whole weekend completing a contract in a prestigious high rise and had the day off from my job as a interior decorator. It was a good time to do absolutely nothing and would be taking it easy for the next while. Jodie would soon be home from work. 

My name is Tara and I will tell you a little about Jodie and I starting from our beginning together as well as a very important episode in our life. This took place a while back and was a bit bizarre but it filled our life with the happiness that we are sharing together now. 

Jodie is almost the same age as me and we met about four years ago when I took part in organizing a major logging protest. Jodie turned up as a volunteer phone worker. She was still in university at that time and I had been working part time as a commercial artist and that experience later led to my involvement in decorating. 

Jodie is slightly petite with long shiny black hair that comes to her waist. She is very pretty with very cute friendly ways. She will wear her hair in a ponytail on occasions and seldom uses any make up. Her skin tone is so pure that she needs no enhancers and a little touch of freckles over her nose adds to her beauty. I am a bit taller then Jodie but have short natural blonde hair and like Jodie wear little or no make up. I am just a bit taller and I guess you could say I also have many of the sexy features that you would see in Jodie. 

We became quite close and got to be very good friends when we lived together in the camp during the protests. When we moved back to town we kept in touch and started seeing each other regularly. We went out to many events as well as working on the environmental movement which we eventually got away from as we became too busy with our jobs. Neither of us were involved with anyone and she very soon became my best friend and we enjoyed every moment of our time together. 

There was no hiding the affection towards each other and at times it could become a bit intense. We had some sensuous situations like the night we used the sauna at our complex after lockup and showered together. We had never been shy as far as hiding our bodies but the sexual tension that night hit a peak. We soaped each other with body lotion and there was a lot of intimate touching of each other and I knew then it was not just me feeling the way I did but as I suspected Jodie was feeling very much the same. 

Jodie would often rub against me or hug me when we were naked. I found myself masturbating in the shower or in bed at night using her image. She became my fantasy lover. I was a bit insecure about those feelings and where it was going. What if one of us made an aggressive move that turned out to be a mistake? Would we loose it all including the friendship? I didn't believe either of us wanted that but the signals were definitely there. It was new territory for both of us and neither of us were very experienced in that or anything for that matter. 

I learned years earlier that I was attracted to females although when I was in high school I did date a boy and lost my virginity to him. It happened one afternoon in a tent in his parents back yard and I agreed to it only because everyone else seemed to be doing it. He got my clothes off and began fumbling with me. There was very little preliminaries as he spread my legs and mounted me. He forced his hard cock into me until it hurt so much I started to cry. Something gave way and he went all the way in and I cried out in pain and then whimpered all the time he was going in and out of me. I felt something warm squirting all over the insides of my legs and belly right up to my breasts. His sticky semen was all over me. I never had sex with another boy after that or anyone for that matter. 

Then finally came the beautiful night we spent together at my place. We were like a couple of silly girls with a bottle of wine in front of the flickering fireplace. I had lit some candles around the room and sat on the floor with our backs against the couch. Jodie had showered and was wearing a large black tee shirt that came almost to her knees and I wore a loose fitting white robe. Jodie was already feeling a bit giddy and the conversation got around to sex and I told her of my one experience and she told me how she was technically a virgin. She told me a guy in college did oral on her and talked her into sucking him but she didn't like it. She helped jerk him off and never let herself get into that situation again.

She was very much like me in that she actually really liked guys for friends and didn't go along with the theory that some of us have that all men are evil. She absolutely made my day when she confessed that she was most comfortable with me and felt a closeness towards me. She said she always looked forward to the next time she would be with me and she admitted she also had sexual feelings and was also totally confused about her feelings and what to do.

We looked into each others eyes and then virtually fell into each others arms and were all over each other and ended up on the soft comforter that came off the couch. The weeks of frustration flowed out of us as our lips touched for the first time and it was so sweet and tender. The kiss lasted and lasted and became intense as our tongues were soon pushing against each other. We breathed each others breath and the tears of joy formed in both our eyes as we held each other so tight we could hardly move. It was passion that got unleashed and my robe came open and she had one leg between mine and we just molded our bodies to each other. We soon had our bare breasts flattened against each other as our lips fused together. We sucked each others lips and tongues and barely came up for air as our months of sexual tension was being released.

We finally slowed a bit and settled into each others arms and never talked. We looked in each others eyes and knew there was nothing to say. We both knew what we were going to do next and the intimate touching came almost naturally. Jodie caressed my thighs and I sucked in my tummy in as I felt her hand going down the front of my panties. She was not holding back in her quest to explore me and I caught my breath as she sort of cupped her hand over my soft silky mound. She rubbed me gently and then she was between my legs. She had stirred me to the point that I wanted to wrap my whole body around her.

I was dripping wet already and Jodie slid her finger between my slightly swollen lips and began masturbating me. The sexual feelings flowed through my whole body as I arched my back and moved against her. My leg was around her hips and I let my hand trail down her soft tummy until I was between her legs also. The soft cotton crotch of her panties was soaked . And then she did the most erotic thing I have even seen when she began sucking and tasting her own wet fingers she was using in me. 

When I saw that I got so excited I literally pulled her panties off and the small black triangle was before me. I had seen it before but not the way I was seeing it now. The profuse wetness made her pink lips shiny and I went right down and kissed her there. The sexy musky odour almost drove me wild as I licked her, sucked her and made love to her tiny crevice with my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head, pushed her hips to me and started to quiver. I was tonguing her furiously and she began to roll almost violently from side to side and then lurched and cried out and tried to clamp her legs around me.

I was so excited that I moved a hand between my own legs and came almost instantaneously with her. I just lay there with my head on her mound as she went quiet and limp. Her hand was gently stroking my hair, caressing my forehead and she ran her fingers over my lips. I felt her soft tuft of black hair tickling my ear and I put my lips to her one last time and tasted the new infusion of sweet, fresh nectar that came with her orgasm. I knew I had found my sweetheart. We were both tired as we showered and washed each other and then went to bed and slept in each others arms. 

From that first night we have hardly been apart and spend almost every moment together when we are not working. Our lovemaking has always been tender and sensuous. We are very sexual with each other and sleep together nude most of the time and shower together often. We started staying together on weekends and soon Jodie moved in with me. I gave up the apartment and we leased a small condo in a nice complex that looks out onto a park area where we both do our morning runs. We are accepted in most circles as a couple. My mother did not accept the idea that I'm a lesbian but she now loves Jodie like a daughter. Some of Jodie's family has virtually disowned her and it will take some time. 

Neither of us are into activism and prefer to just do our thing and not put any attention on ourselves. Nobody would ever recognize Jodie as being a lesbian and she continually gets hit on by men the same as I do when we are out together. We don't do the public showing of affection or the sort of "in your face " stuff that some gay couples do but we dont hide from the world either. We are very well accepted in the condo complex where we live and have many friends there. 

With the changing marital laws in Canada we have discussed the idea of marriage but until the controversy settles down we decided to stay as we are. We have something else on our minds that had sort of preoccupied us for the last six months. We are very committed to each other and after a lot of thought we have decided that we want to raise a child together. We have talked about it at length and studied the idea and are both very excited that's its not just a novelty passing fantasy but something we both really want. We are both 28 years old and not getting any younger and will be with each other for our lifetime. We have had legal advice on it and know the law as it applies. We have a solid relationship and are both making good money and certainly have the love to share. We had talked about adoption but Jodie has decided she would like to be a mother herself and have our child if we found a way to do it. 

At first I felt I might be left out when her baby arrived but Jodie has spent hours talking to me and assuring me that the baby would be ours. We talked about donor semen and using artificial insemination and had an interview with a clinic. There seemed to be so much red tape and so many possibilities of problems and of course the idea of not knowing from where the father came. We both spent hours discussing this and could not make ourselves comfortable with the idea of going to a clinic where Jodie would be impregnated with some man's sperm that for all we know could have been a convict. But that was still better then the alternative vision that flashed before my eyes of some faceless surrogate male having sex with her. I would never agree to that.

A very bizarre idea came to me the day I got a phone call from an old friend from my environmentalist days telling me he was going to be in town. He would be here for five days and was now working for an environment division of the government and was on a project. His name was Jason and he was a university graduate, played soccer and had been married but was divorced for over a year. He was strong, healthy and good looking. When we were younger he made passes at me but finally accepted the fact I was not into men but he never stopped being my friend. I had thought many times if I was to ever have gone with a guy it would have been Jason. I was actually a bit excited to be able to see him again.

My idea was that if we were to use someone to impregnate Jodie naturally then Jason would be an ideal choice. He no doubt had excellent genes and I was sure Jodie would like him too. He would be kind and gentle with her and someone I really trusted and respected enough to share Jodie with for the short time it took. He would not be around here afterwards as he lived thousands of miles away and he mentioned he was going to Europe. I brought up some pictures of Jason that didn't instantly perk Jodie's interest. Most of them showed him with a wool hat, scraggly hair and a untrimmed beard from his protest days. Not the sharp classy guy in jeans and an open shirt that I knew him to be.

We decided that we would work on a plan where we could some how seduce Jason into having sex with Jodie. I knew from past experience and knowing Jason that unless he had changed getting him interested in sex would not be a problem. My problem was being able to get away from him. Both Jodie and I had our periods almost at the same time each month and at the time of Jason's visit she would be very close to her fertile time and we might be lucky. Jason is very liberal so we knew he would respect us as lesbians and the object would be to somehow turn his visit into a sexual encounter. Jodie wanted me to be there and didn't want to be alone with him so I made arrangements for Jason to visit with us the second last day that he would be in town. 

We also discussed the problem that she had never been with a man. Jodie and I have used vibrators and dildos and there is one soft jelly rubber one she likes. She is very small and tight but a man would probably not hurt her. The problem with me would be the idea of being there watching while a man inseminates her. I am very possessive of Jodie and would still have to surely work on that part.

We planned to see Jason on the Friday evening of his last day here and it would work out perfect as his flight out was not until five thirty the next afternoon. I had not seen him for over four years and we were looking forward to seeing each other. I knew that Jodie was apprehensive about this but we decided to play it by ear as we went along. I know she hated any thought of being inseminated in a clinic but I also knew she was nervous and afraid of letting any man naturally breed her. I did everything to comfort her and assure her that she could make the decision herself when the time came.

The date weekend came and at noon I got a call from Jason telling me he had wound up his meetings. I told him to come over early to meet Jodie and we would have a drink before going out for dinner together. 

Jason as always was right on time and I met him at the door and hugged him and he really looked good. He had cleaned himself up a lot from the old days but he still had a bit of a roughed appearance. He had filled out a little and was actually a bigger guy then I remembered him to be. He seemed to be impressed with Jodie and as I was in the kitchen putting together a jug of martinis I could see she was engaged in conversation with him.

I turned the lights down and lit the fireplace and we moved down onto the floor by the coffee table with the martinis in the middle. We chatted for the next hour and at one point I went to the window in the kitchen and watched the storm outside. I called Jason to look and it was so bad we decided to call the restaurant and cancel the reservations we had. We decided we could order pizza from a place just around the corner where the people could just walk over with it because it was so close. 

Both Jodie and I changed into some informal comfortable clothes. It was warm in the room and the martinis were going down good. We resumed chatted for almost the next hour and ordered the pizza. I popped the cork from a bottle of German white wine and we had our dinner on the low table sitting on the floor. Jodie was comfortable with Jason and I met her in the hall and whispered to her asking her what she thought and she said he was very nice and felt she could do it with him. There was to be no way that Jason was to know what we were planning and in a way we would be stealing from him but he would never know.

We started the second bottle of wine and were starting to tease a bit more and the conversation got around to Jodie and he teased about how he had never spent the night with a lesbian and we all laughed. Of course there was the usual jokes about how he would be happy to convert us but it was all in fun. I told him that Jodie had never been with a man and I knew he was surprised when he looked at how pretty she was and how sexy. She commented to him that she was not against men and the situation had just never arrived and she always sort of wondered what it would be like but had never went so far as to find out. We laughed and I said I could send her some place to find out and then he mentioned there was no need as he was going to spend the night. I think he meant it to be a joke and shock us but it didn't and he noticed that we smiled at each other.

For the next two hours we talked and he told us his ex-wife didn't want children and we managed to keep the conversation on sex. Jason turned the conversation back to Jodie's virginity. We got into a discussion about how she was very sexual with me and she added that of course she was curious but anything she did would be only with me. I interjected that at least with me present and Jason picked up on that. I noticed him move closer to her. The wine was getting to us and I could see what was going to happen. I looked at Jodie and saw her nod and smile. She left little doubt the wine was helping her when completely out of character she asked him. "would you like to sleep with me tonight Jason?" I watched Jason gulp. 

He looked at me and I shrugged and smiled at him as I excused myself and went to the bathroom. All the talk had also got me very aroused so I stayed in the bathroom for about ten minutes and then went back out and found Jason and Jodie gone. I moved down the hallway to our bedroom with our large king-size bed we had just bought and found them on it. He had wasted no time as he had her top up around her neck and was sucking her breasts. He had his shirt off and was well muscled with large arms, a small waist and what looked like strong hips. She looked towards the door way and saw me. 

She motioned to me and asked Jason to make room for me. I could see he was a bit uncomfortable with that but he moved over and I lay down with them. I could tell by the way that Jodie was breathing that she was excited. She brought her arms around me at the same time she was letting him slide her sweat pant bottoms down. She lifted slightly and her panties came right with them and she was nude on the bed beside me. She had never looked so beautiful as she lay there with her long black hair fanned out over her breasts. I bent down and kissed Jodie hard and deep on the lips. I felt her flinch and looked down and saw that Jason was touching the soft secret spot between her legs. I knew he would like the smooth soft feel of her as she was freshly shaved for tonight. I knew he would feel how small and tight she was and hoped he would be gentle with her when the time came. I was a bit jealous but we had talked about this and I still wanted him to do it to her.

Jason whispered in my ear "do you girls have any condoms?" I whispered back that anything we did would always be the natural way and for him not to worry. He had removed his pants and was only in his shorts and they were sticking out and I found myself staring a bit. He noticed my stare and he purposely for my benefit stood up and slid his shorts off inches away from of me. I was totally shocked and stared at his turgid cock that was sticking upwards from his body like a weapon. I could see his large balls at the base of it and watched it bounce when he moved back to the bed. Even with my lack of experience I knew this was a very nice one and couldn't believe I wanted to touch it . I wondered if he was going to be able to get it in Jodie without hurting her. She had her head in my shoulder and I knew if she saw his cock it would most certainly scare her. 




Tara and Jodie's Family.



He moved Jodie slightly and spread her legs and she inhaled sharply as he licked her lower tummy and moved down and fastened his lips over her mound. He had exposed her clit and was sucking it and she began moving her hips. He used his tongue to open her and soon I could hear the wet noises. I was jealous that he was tasting her sweetness that had been only for me and Jodie was moaning and tightening her hands on my arms. He began to really tongue her and I knew she liked that as Jason seemed to be very good at it and I began to feel my own moisture flowing as this was getting me excited also. I moved away as Jason was bringing her close to an orgasm and I was amazed at how turned on Jodie was as it sure didn't take him long.

Watching that got me so turned on and excited I decided to be brave and do something I had never done. I whispered in Jason's ear "just keep doing that, dont stop, she likes it," and I slid down and ran my hand along his stomach until I came to the hard thick cock. I took it in my hand and heard Jason moan softly. Since he first uncovered it I had wanted to feel it in my hand and explore it . It seemed to have a bone inside it and the skin was loose and soft as I stroked it slowly. The head was rubbery and sensitive and when I touched it I could see him suck in his stomach. I dont know what possessed me but I was so horny that without hesitation I tasted the salty drop on the tip and then licked the whole under side of it and I felt Jason flinch. He put his hand on my back and caressed me as if giving approval.

This had become unreal as I had never dreamed I could do something like this. I inhaled a deep breath and took it between my lips right into my mouth. I soon had the thick head at the very back of my throat and was sucking and stroking him. I liked the sexy feeling of his cock sliding on my tongue and I tightened my lips around it My saliva was all over the hard shaft and was running down my chin. He moaned and held the back of my head as he started thrusting between my lips. I liked it so much I forgot myself, got carried away and almost sucked him off in my mouth. Just in time I heard Jodie moan loudly and came to my senses and knew Jason should hurry and do it to Jodie. I wanted to help him with it and I knew he was more then ready.

He had been licking Jodie steady until she was almost in a frenzy again and he just moved forward between her legs. I had his cock so hard it was dripping so I knew he would not last long with Jodie. I bent it down and guided it for him. Jodie was very ready but she still flinched when she first felt the cock. I slid my hand down her tummy between them as he began to push into Jodie's sweet little tender opening. I felt Jodie holding her breath and beginning to arch her back away from him. She pushed up hard and gasped at the same time he thrust forward and I knew Jason had his cock started into her. I hoped it was not hurting too much as she was very tense. I whispered to her that I would be right there and to just relax and let him do it to her and soon it would be over and we would have our baby.

Jason was very gentle and slowly pushed himself into her tight warmth without hurting her but with each push I could feel Jodie tighten her arms on me. I moved my hand down between their bodies right to where they were joined and grasped the shaft that was outside her. I couldn't believe how she had managed to fit around that thing in her but she was so wet and lubricated that it had went in easy. He felt my hand and I methodically squeezed him quite hard.. He stopped thrusting for a second and seemed to like what I did as he went ahead and fucked Jodie with my wet hand around the base holding him. This was sexy and sensual and I didn't feel excluded anymore as Jodi's arms were tight around me.

Jodie was breathing hard and fast. She whispered that his cock was much larger then what she expected and sort of whimpered for him not to go any deeper. I knew he had got well over six inches into her without hurting her and she didn't need it deeper. He went into some fast strokes where he used my wet hand around him almost as an extension of her vagina. I felt it sliding in and out across my fingers and was so turned on that I was almost ready to trade her places. I was flowing like a tap.

Jason was too far along and knew he wouldn't last long and within moments he cried out almost in pain. He stopped thrusting and pushed hard into Jodie until my hand was mashed between them. I felt the large protruding vein on the underside of his cock throb and pulsate and I knew he was going to spurt his semen . I tightened my grip around him and squeezed and milked him as he moaned out loud. Jodi pressed her hips hard towards him as he injected her with a massive stream of semen. She whispered quietly in my ear "I just felt him give me the baby Tara, I'm all warm inside." 

I felt every throb with my hand and knew he had given Jodie a big load and I hoped his sperm would breed her like we had planned. I took her in my arms as her eyes were full of tears. She was feeling a bit embarrassed as she lay under him with his cock still inside her. Jason bent down and kissed her forehead and she smiled and kissed him back as he slowly withdrew. He then leaned forward and kissed me softly and I smiled sheepishly as I moved my hand down and trapped the semen inside Jodi. I could feel how wide open she was and I wanted to hold every bit of it inside her. There was a slight dribble but I knew she had lots deep up inside her where it would do the most good.

Jason lay beside Jodie who was between us with her legs over me and without him knowing what we were doing I slipped a small pillow under Jodie to elevate her like we had read about to help hold the semen inside. She said she was happy and we kissed deeply and I tucked the covers around her and in a few minutes she was sound asleep. I slid my hand down between her legs and her outer lips were dry. She seemed to be holding the sperm inside and with that I went to sleep. 

It was much later that I woke and heard the wind blowing outside as the storm had gotten worse. Jason had moved behind me and had me in a spoon position. I had woke up from a dream where he had both arms around me in the dream but this was real. Jason had taken some real liberties and his hand was on one of my breasts and the other was between my legs. While I slept he had managed to remove my panties and had got me dripping wet. I was no doubt still worked up from what I did with his cock as well as watching the sexy scene between him and Jodie. By the amount of wetness between my legs I knew he must have been licking me. It seemed that part of my very wet dream must have also been real. He had the nipples on my firm swollen breasts hardened so they were like marbles. They were so sensitive that I could feel my whole body tingle.

I lay there quietly in his arms and decided I was going to let Jason fuck me if he wanted to. I liked him very much and would do it with him because he had been so gentle with Jodie. I was also very horny and curious. He moved me to the edge of the bed until I was laying on my stomach with my knees on the floor. He was behind me with his legs outside of mine and he wasted no time before I felt him guiding his cock into me. He moved the head up and down to wet it and open me and then he pushed and I felt him slide very deep into me. I caught my breath and braced myself under him. This was only my second cock and the first one hurt but this time was much different as Jason put it into me smooth and sensuously. It was soothing and really nice like a warm thick snake that had found its way into me and was now moving deeper and all I could think of was how I wanted more.

He moved it gently in me and I thought about how after twelve years I was getting fucked again by a man only this time it was really good. I pushed against him and that helped him get deeper in me. He kissed the back of my neck and caressed my breasts with his hand. I am almost unused there and very tight and I think I felt every vein in his cock. He was thrusting quite deep in me and I got even more excited when I heard the wet sounds coming from where we were joined together.

He lifted me up until my back was against his large chest. I tossed my head back and pushed against him as he gradually worked his cock deeper into me until I could feel his balls touching me on the in strokes. He had got under the hood of my clit and rubbed it with his fingers. He kept doing that and gradually increased his speed and just fucked me and fucked me until he was driving me crazy and had me grinding against him. I caught myself crying out and didn't want to wake Jodi and have her see me like this so I grabbed a pillow and forced my head into it and just moaned out loud as the spasms flowed through my body

He let me regain my senses and rest for a minute and then he started giving it to me even harder and faster. I felt him tense and he pushed the huge cock into me so far I almost passed out. I felt his balls forced partially inside me and then came a forceful explosion and warmth streaming down the sides of his bone hard cock followed by some pulsing and throbbing. He had his hand on my tummy massaging it as he pumped his semen into me. I fell forward letting him hold it in me for a few minutes. It was like I was off in Dreamland somewhere as I let Jason finish his small remaining spurts and my inner muscles contracted and milked it from him. I hoped Jodi didn't wake up and see me. like this.

Jason whispered in my ear, "you are so beautiful." He kissed my neck and really made me feel good.

I put my hand over his and felt him soften and slip out of me. I had some fluids running down the inside of my legs and I took a handful of Kleenex and fixed it and then moved back up onto the bed beside Jodi with my mind in a state of complete bewilderment. I was still breathing hard contracting my muscles and tightening myself until I finally lost the feeling that he was still inside me. I hugged Jodie without waking her and went to sleep.

I woke late the next morning and the first thing I did was check between my legs. There was a slight soreness but I had closed up tight again but I was still very wet and sticky inside. Then I realized that the bed was moving and heard Jodie moaning and rolled over and was instantly shocked awake when I saw Jason was on top of Jodie again and this time she was really getting fucked. He was giving it to her so hard and fast that his hips were almost blurred. He was using a rhythmic stroking motion and on some of the in strokes he was rotating it in her. She had her legs around him and this time was doing it with him and moving under him. The loud moans on each deep thrust was probably what woke me from my sleep. 

They were both warm and sweaty which made me think he must have been fucking her for a long time while I slept. I recognized her sound as the one I have heard on many occasions when she was in the midst of a long continuous orgasm. I watched him flex his hips and thrust real hard. Jodie screamed and clawed at his back and I knew he had given her his whole cock. He thrust it hard again and again and finally recoiled his hips and pushed so hard he moved her forward on the bed. I knew he had done like he did with me and put it in her right up to his balls. Her moaning turned into a steady gurgling noise as she lay under him with her mouth wide open. His buttocks clenched and he almost methodically flooded her with another load of his semen much deeper then he had before. I wondered how much Jason could actually produce in one night as he pulled himself out of Jodie and left her laying beside me dripping his sticky white fluid again. I immediately took her into my arms and she hugged me and cried. I was not angry with her and she said she was okay and seemed happy.

Jodie told me when Jason went to the bathroom that he started gently with her and she thought the idea of getting more semen from him six hours later was a good idea but she didn't expect him to make her loose control of herself. I couldn't be angry with her and was actually a bit happy that she got so well fucked by someone we loved. I held her in my arms and everything was okay.

Jason probably got a night that he would always remember. He would be able to tell people about the night he made it with a couple of lesbians. The whole thing never changed the love that Jodi and I have for each other. Jason went home happy not knowing that we took something from him that he was not even aware we wanted. 

It has been three months now since that night and it did turn out to be the right time for impregnation. Jodi did become pregnant just like we had hoped and Jason did himself proud and left us little doubt that he was very potent. He went home not knowing we had taken even more from him then we had planned. Our little scheme worked perfect but what we didn't plan was that his sperm would breed both of us that night.



Tara and Justin's Hotel Stay



The two of us decide to take a vacation together. We've only been seeing each other for a few weeks now and are still smack dab in the middle of the "honey-moon" phase. We can barely keep our hands off each other and have decided it's time we make a little trip. We make a reservation at a hotel near a nice state park and arrive, checking in and walking into the room. Of course the second the door is closed we're all over each other. I mean, after all, how are we supposed to break in the room right? 

After a quickie, clothes strewn everywhere, sweat covering our naked bodies, we decide to take a dip in the pool. Being a five star hotel, we're both very curious. I open up my suitcase and slide on my swim suit and turn around to see you exiting the bathroom with the sexiest black bikini I've ever seen. String sides, fair amount of material covering your perfectly shaved pussy, nearly a thong in the back. It leaves just enough to the imagination to be decent, but also being a little on the dangerous side as well. I smile and we grab some towels and head out. 

Upon entering the Olympic sized pool area, we take a look at the surroundings. The pool has very few occupants, four or five guys doing laps (mostly in their 30's and up), and one woman. Two sides of the indoor pool are surrounded by windows looking out into the courtyard where it appears a wedding reception is being held. Men in tuxes and women in elegant dresses are mingling around in the afternoon sun drinking, laughing and enjoying the day. The closest corner of the room there is a hot tub, which connects to the window to the courtyard. It gives the illusion of being partially outside while still being in the pool area. Immediately all eyes are on you as you walk in, letting go of my hand and making a bit of a show as you walk to the edge of the pool dipping your toes in. I know that every guy here is thinking all kinds of lustful and dirty thoughts about what they'd love to be doing to you in your tight black bikini. You turn and give me a knowing wink before moving over to the hot tub. I step in, joining you. 

A few of the gentlemen in the courtyard have noticed you and are pointing and waving to you as you smile and wave back. You turn and notice that I have a puppy dog frown on my face. I love playing with you like that so you slide across the tub and glide onto my lap, nestling comfortably with me. I lean in and kiss your neck gently as we soak in the tub. 

After several minutes have passed I become aware of your fingers tracing up my leg, up my inner thigh and rubbing against my hardening cock. You grip me through the suit and start to stroke me, ever so gently as the bubbles of the tub conceal us. Your red hair becoming increasingly wet and exposing your ears as I whisper, 

"What's up baby? Didn't get enough in the room?" as you squeeze me playfully. 

"Nope, I just thought I'd take advantage of no one being able to see us. What can I say? Can't resist a nice thick cock when it's right here under my ass." 

You squeeze me again and start to work the edge of the suit down my hips. I stand up ever so slightly so the suit slips under me and down to the bottom of the tub, anchoring it with my foot. Your underwater hand-job continues as you stroke me to hardness. I raise my fingers and work under the elastic of your bikini, rubbing the folds of your pussy. Up and down my fingers drag, letting just one inch delve into your sweet tight pussy. You moan as your head falls against my shoulder as you continue to stroke me while my fingers probe slowly into your depths. Your clit swells as a second finger presses into you, as I finger-fuck you faster and faster. The other people in the pool are completely oblivious to the opening scene in front of them as they continue to swim their laps. 

I am breathing heavily into the nape of your neck as I whisper, "Baby, if you keep this up, I'm going to have to drag you back to the room and give you a good fucking for being such a bad girl in public like this." 

As your hand glides over me again and again, getting more forceful on your down thrusts. I thrust into you again and again. Suddenly, you stop abruptly, turn your body and look directly into my eyes staying, "Why waste the time?" You stand up in the tub, making sure every eye possible is on you and pull the laces on the sides of your top and bottom, letting them fall onto the surface of the water. My mouth falls open, as you stand fully naked before me. You run your hands from the small of your stomach, up your torso, across your breasts, up your neck into your full red mane, letting your head fall back. You turn away from me, walking to the edge of the tub, facing the courtyard. Your perfect buns are right on the surface of the water as you turn back to me saying, "You want this big boy? Come and get it before someone else gives me the fucking I want!" 

Not having to be told twice, I storm across the tub, grabbing your neck, turning your face into a deep forceful kiss while my hand reaches under you, clutching your breasts and squeezing your nipple to diamond hardness. Not a word is spoken as you press your hands against the glass, tits pressed full against it as I slap your ass hard and press every inch of my cock as hard as I can deep into your pussy. You yelp and moan loudly, getting any left over attention in our direction. I grip your hips tightly as I pull back inch by inch of my cock until just the head remains. It comes out with a "pop". 

You look back at me begging as I press just the head back in. I can feel your pussy walls tighten around me. 

"You like this baby? You like getting fucked with all these people watching? You know what they're thinking right now? They're thinking about how badly they want to fuck you and how amazing you must feel. They're thinking about how good your tits must taste and how loud you must scream when you cum. You know what baby? I'm going to show them right.... NOW!" 

I slam into you hard. Bucking you forward against the glass. Every eye in the courtyard is staring at the erupting porno scene in front of them as the beautiful redhead is pressed against the glass as the man behind her ravages her pussy mercilessly. I squeeze your ass with one hand and reach around to stroke your clit with the other. I feel your back arch and your pussy shudder when I make contact. Rubbing slowly at first and then picking up speed gradually. You turn yourself around, without pulling my cock out of you, swinging your leg over in front of me. I reach under your legs, lifting you out of the water and pinning you against the glass as I continue my onslaught of your pussy. 

We kiss, our tongues are electric and all over each other, you bite my lower lip and look at me with a nothing but pure lust and desire in your eyes. Your red hair lashes at me as I fuck you. "Oh god Justin! Harder! Harder baby!! Fuck yes!!" I continue, feeling your pussy tighten around me beyond belief, knowing your orgasm is just a few hard strokes away, pummeling you again and again. You throw your head back as I pull away from the glass dropping you down once more impaling you onto my cock as you scream. Cum shoots out of my cock deep into your pussy, coating the walls as your own orgasm hits, sending wave after wave of pleasure through you. Our juices spill out of your pussy and into the water. 

I pull out and you immediately go down to your knees, grabbing my cock and savagely jerking every last drop out into your mouth as spit and cum dribbles down your face onto your soaking wet breasts. I pull you up and kiss you, holding you close to me. We grab our towels and exit the tub, headed for our room. You turn right before we get through the door blowing a kiss at the stunned onlookers behind us.



Tara and Sally



Hiya! My name is Tara, I am 5'5 and 130lbs. My breasts are 36c's and I have a shaved pussy! It is lovely and it yearns to be licked and touched!

I was 19 yrs old and goin through a rough divorce. my friends had called me and asked me to come and stay the night with them. they were a married a couple and great people to spend time with. I accepted their offer and went over.

We sat and talked for a while and Gary went to bed. That left Sally and I to sit and have "girl talk", actually it was listen to Tara cry. I was on the couch and Sally was in the floor. We were watchin some movie and I was braidin Sally's hair. Her hair got twisted around my finger and it pulled and she let out the sweetest moan ever. At that time she reached up and pulled me into teh floor with her and gave me a kiss. I was stunned I didn't know what to do or what to say or anything! I used my best judgement and said I am gonna go to bed. As I went to bed she followed me into the bedroom.

It was waaaaaaaaaaaaaay in the back of the house so no matter who was awake or who was up they would never hear a thing. I was taking off my clothes so i could go to bed. I laid down in bed and she sat on the side. She asked me if i had ever been with a woman. Of course i hadn't so i said no. That is when it all started. I guess in this bedroom that i was stayin in must have been their "dungeon" kinda thing. I dunno but to say the least i liked stayin there.

As soon as i said no she pushed my hands up over my head and tied me to the bed. I had never been tied up before so i was kinda scared. I trusted her she had been my friend for years so I knew she wouldnt hurt me. my legs were tied too. Seeins how i had never been with a woman i didnt know what to do. Trust me i learned fast.

After being tied to the bed she started lickin up my body. oooooooooh it felt so good. she reached my pussy and barely licked me and i about came right there. she moved on up my body and was suckign and licking on my tits while she was fingering my pussy. OH MY GOD i was on cloud 9. i had never had these feelings before it was better than my soon to be ex had ever been. the more she licked and sucked my tits and fingered my pussy the louder i got. she asked me if i enjoyed it i would of been lieing if i had said no. she asked me if i liked being beat and how well i handle pain. well i dont handle pain well but i said i did. and in a way i wish i didnt. about that time she drew her hand back and smacked my pussy so hard i thought it was bleeding. it felt good in a way though so begged her to do it again. she saw the tears in my eyes and refused. i was disappointed but she kissed them away and starting lickin my pussy.....as she was lickin my pussy and fingreing my asshole (which i had never had done before) i was rubbing my tits. I didn't think life could get any better.

BOY WAS I WRONG. I had already came about 10 times with all the excitement and she was dripping wet i could feel it dripping on my legs. i wanted to taste a woman so bad i didnt know what to do or how to even attempt it. i asked her if she would let me lick her hot and cunt and she said later right now i have a surprise for you. she said if you liked me beating your pussy then i need to make a phone call to a really good friend of mine who loves to beat her preigh. She picked up the phone and called her friend. told her that she had a newby at her house tied up and ready to get beat and have her horizons broadened. Her friend must have said she would be right over because when she hung up she had the biggest grin on her face and said i will be back in 10 minutes with your surprise. she told me to be a good little girl and i wont get hurt to bad. I of course nodded and wanted more.

This has been the longest 10min in my life i thought as the door to the bedroom was opened. There stood sally with my "surprise". the woman was a lot taller than me i swear she must have been 6'6 she was huge adn not very attractive if you ask me but she sure knew what she was doing. she grabbed sally by her hair and demanded her to take her clothes off. sally never once hesitated and took her friends clothes off of her......her friends name was Jo. when jo was completely nekkie she walked over to me with something in her hand. she said you must the new girl. i said yes and she hit me across the tits.

She said you use your manners with me. when i ask a question you answer with yes mam do you understand? i said yes again like a dumbass. and *thwap* there it went again right across my tits. my tits are now starting to burn and they need some major attention but all they are getting is being beat. she asked another question and i got the answer right......yes mam i would love for you to eat my pussy! not to hard to answer i just had to remember to say mam after every yes or no. here i am spread eagle goin through a divorce horny as hell and 2 women who can do what they want with me and all i get is questions. pretty depressing huh? just when i thought my fun time was over it started pickin up again. jo demanded for sally to lick her pussy and without a doubt she went at like she hadnt had anything to eat in her life.

It was the most amazing sight. a girl (my closest friend) lickin some other girl's pussy. i was shocked to realize it was turning me on. i wanted to finger myself so bad but my hands were tied. i asked jo if i could be set free to finger myself and she hollared back with a no, told me i would be taken care of soon! woo hoo i get to be taken care of. as soon as jo got off it was my turn. i didnt know what to expect. but at this point i didnt care i just wanted some attention. jo drew back her hand and slapped the snot out of my hot pussy. since it was wet it hurt and stung really bad. but she was nice and licked and sucked all the pain away. her tongue was sliding in and out of my hot cunt so smoothly damn it felt so good. i wanted more. she ordered sally to finger my ass hole and smack my tits while she ate me. sally did and it felt great although there were tears runnin down my cheeks i LOVED it. i asked if i was gonna get the opportunity to taste a pussy and with that question jo turned her body around and let me lick her. pussy tasted kinda funny to me nothing like a guys come at all at least i didnt think so. but it was tasty. i wanted more. i was moaning and groaning and she was moanin and groanin poor ole sally wasnt gettin nuttin. just when i thought i couldnt get off anymore sally shoved her whole hand up my ass and i had the biggest orgasm a woman could ever imagine. it was huge it shook my whole body. i was out of breathe but i still had to get jo off and have her flood my mouth with her juices.

Boy did she ever come. man oh man i couldnt swallow half of her juices. adn i got punished for it too. but it was a nice punishment. she made me lick sally's pussy. her pussy was nice. it was better than jo's but i wasnt goin to say that and get hit anymore. i loved lickin and suckin on her pussy and her clit. she was straddling my face while jo was shoving a vibrator up her ass. man i was just in awwwwww bout what was goin on. i loved every minute of it. i was beat and made 2 women come all over my face and i had bout 20 orgasms that night. my life was great. needless to say i stayed with sally more than ever now. before leaving her house the next day she and i had a couple more orgasms for the road.

those are more stories and there are more and better stories to come. :) all comments that you want to send to me you can. I am lookin for a loving cyber sex female who will do with me what she wants!!! wet_n_waiting :)



Tara and Samantha's Lesson



Tara and Samantha realized that they were in serious trouble.

It was a cold,rainy October day when they decided to go on a road trip. Both were under age but Tara had a friend buy them a Bottle and a case of beer. 

Samantha drove them around all day up in the Blue hills in Wisconsin. It was getting near dusk and both were feeling no pain. 

Samantha missed the turn on the muddy road and lost control of the car. The car settled in the ditch on the other side of the road.

Both were shaken, but all right. Tara tried to call her boyfriend on her cell phone but there was no service available. They were just too far from any transmitter. 

Samantha tried to drive out of the ditch, but the tires would just spin. Tara got out of the car and tried to push Samantha. The car would rock and almost get out, but not quite. 

The temperature had dropped to near 40 degrees and the rain had not let up. If anything, it was raining harder. 

Samantha got out and let Tara drive. Tara was a year older than Sam, but both had only been driving for two years. Again, the car would move, but not get out of the ditch.

By now, the girls were scared, cold, muddy and very wet. 

They had not seen anyone on this road for hours. Tara had seen a house off the road just on top of that last hill. Maybe they had a phone, or maybe the cell phone would work up there. 

Both girls took off running in the pouring rain until they reached the dwelling. It wasn't much, just a hunting shack. 

Tara again tried her boyfriend but her cell still had no signal.

Samantha grabbed a rock and pounded on the hasp and lock until it was free of the door and jamb.

Both girls hurried inside out of the weather. Upon entering, the girls looked around the small shack to find two small beds and a fireplace. That was about it. There were some empty cupboards, except for a couple rolls of toilet paper and a small table and chair set in the corner. 

Tara and Sam immediately tried to light a fire in the fireplace. There was plenty of wood just outside the door if they could get it to light. After about fifteen minutes, and anything that would burn in the shack, Samantha was getting a good fire going. In no time at all, the shack began to warm. 

The girls knew they had to get out of those wet muddy clothes and soon. Samantha pulled the mattresses off the beds and set them on the floor near the fireplace. One mattress had a green wool blanket on it. 

Tara and Sam removed their clothes and hung them on the back of the chairs and on the end of the beds. Both girls were down to just their bra and panties. They huddled together wrapped in the wool blanket in front of the cozy fire. 

Sam and Tara were exhausted from their day. As their bodies warmed, the alcohol and exhaustion kicked in and they were able to relax and sleep, for tomorrow was another day. 

Tara awoke suddenly the next morning finding the cold steel of a handcuff being collapsed around her wrist. Her screams woke Samantha realizing that the were cuffed together. 

Tara and Samantha held each other as the stranger towered above them. He was dressed all in leather, even a hood and was holding a small whip. He spoke in a deep stern voice telling them that they would not be hurt, but they were his slaves. 

He cracked the whip against his leg and told them they were to do as he said, or they would be punished. Tara looked around the room and noticed that all their clothing was gone.

He grabbed the blanket and tossed it to the side, "you won't be needing this."

Tara and Sam sobbed holding each other as the whip found Tara's ass and told them to be quiet and lay face down on the mattress. 

The girls found it hard to lay down while handcuffed to each other, but still managed to comply. 

Tara felt the weight of his body on her back, then her bra straps being cut away. He pulled her bra from her body and threw it in the fire. 

Samantha was still shaking and trying to hold back tears as he sat on her ass and cut off her bra. He again ripped it from her body and threw it in the raging fire.

Tara begged him that she had to go to the bathroom. 

"Please Sir," she asked, 

She knew the outhouse was located outside and this would be a chance to escape.

He smacked Tara across her little panties with the whip. "You aren't thinking of running away now, are you?"

"No Sir," she sniffled. 

"Let's make sure," he said as he grabbed Tara's ankle.

Tara tried to kick him and fight him off but he bent her knee back and slapped her again across the ass with the whip. 

"Stay still or I will punish your friend." 

Tara just lay there as he strapped some kind of leather shackle to her ankle. She watched as he padlocked a small chain to her restraint. He grabbed the end of the chain and slapped Tara on the ass.

"You may now go to the bathroom." 

Samantha and Tara struggled to their feet realizing they were only wearing their panties. The hooded stranger opened the door pulling on Tara's chain. He handed the girls a roll of paper and led them out into the cold air. The temperature was only 44 degrees and the ground was cold and wet to their bare feet. 

The outhouse was old and smelled very bad. As Tara opened the door, the chain was pulled and Tara fell to her knees. 

"Leave the door open," he said holding the whip and chain. 

Samantha was the first to go.She pulled her panties down just a little as he watched her through the door. Samantha had small 34B breasts with puffy nipples. The cold weather mad them firm as she no longer tried to cover them. 

Samantha stood up pulling her panties back up with one hand when he told her to remove her panties and throw them down the hole.

Sam stood there with her feet together unable to move. He smacked Tara across the ass and told Samantha to do what she was told or her friend would get another one. 

Samantha slowly pulled down her panties with her free hand. A little at a time until they dropped to the wood floor. She stepped out of them, picked them off the floor and discarded them. Her brunette bush was well trimmed showing off her perfect labia, 

Samantha stood there naked, handcuffed to her friend miles from nowhere. Even if they could escape. Where would they go? They would surely freeze to death in this weather. 

Tara took her place and wrestled with her panties.

"Take them off," he said. 

She pulled them down and stepped out of her one foot, but the other had the ankle restraint and chain. She stepped out and slid her panties on the chain. 

He grabbed her panties and slid them the length of the chain to the end and off. Tara wiped and stood up exposing her clean shaven pussy. Her breasts were larger than Sam's and her nipples too were very conscious of the cold air.

He pulled on Tara's chain and led them back in the cabin. Tara and Samantha felt good to be back in where it was warm, but were afraid of what was to happen next. 

He ordered them to kneel on the mattress before him. With another set of cuffs, he secured Tara's and Sam's free hands.

He walked behind them, stood there, then asked, "Who is the slutty one?"

"Who has the most sex?" 

"Me Sir", Tara cried. 

"Is this one a virgin," he asked as he ran the whip across Samantha's bare ass.

"No Sir," Samantha said softly.

"So, you like to fuck?" He cracked the whip hard across Sam's firm bare ass. 

"I bet you masturbate every chance you get too, don't you?" 

"Yes Sir."

"We are going to have a competition. Which one of you give the better blow job, huh?" "Huh," he said firmly as he smacked one ass, then the other.

He took off his shoes, then removed his leather pants. His cock was semi hard and throbbed for their touch. He stood in front of them, just inches away and explained, "Whoever sucks his cock the best, would be rewarded, the other, punished. If I feel any teeth at all, both of you will get ten lashings!" 

He grabbed Samantha by the hair and guided his cock to her waiting mouth. "Let's see what you can do little girl."

He forced his seven inch cock deep down her throat.

Samantha gagged but could do nothing to resist his forcefulness. He pulled away letting Sam catch her breath. 

"How about you, slut?" as he grabbed Tara's hair. 

Tara took what she could, but also was inexperienced. 

Samantha watched Tara suck his cock, taking it deeper and deeper. "That's it," he said. "Your a good little slut, aren't you?" 

She tried to mumble "Yes Sir," but was unable to as he fucked her face. 

He moaned and pulled out quickly. "I think we all know who won that round, huh?"

"You," he said slapping Tara on the ass.

"Lay down on your back and spread your legs."

"And you, on your hands and knees between her legs." 

Still handcuffed together, they struggled to get in the determined positions. 

"This dark haired one needs training, don't you?" tapping Samantha on her ass. 

He told Samantha to spread her legs wide, then ordered her to eat her friends bald pussy. Samantha had never done anything like this before. Although she was bi-curious, she had never acted on her feelings.

"Eat that pussy," he yelled as he slapped Sam across the ass with the whip. 

Samantha stuck out her tongue and touched Tara's labia for the first time. Tara moaned and moved her hips as Sam licked again.

He whipped Samantha three more times and told her to "Eat that pussy!" 

Samantha loved the taste of Tara as she was getting wetter for her. She plunged her tongue in and out of her as she felt the end of the whip being forced in her pussy. Tara wanted to rub her clit as Sam licked her but was unable to move her arms. Samantha felt herself getting wet. Maybe it was the loss of control, or maybe just being with Tara as she had fantasized. 

He pulled the whip from Sam's pussy and told her to stop. He bent down and unlocked one set of cuffs securing Tara's right hand and Samantha's left. He told them to kneel, on their hands and knees with their asses towards each other. 

Fighting the one set of cuffs and Tara's ankle chain, they managed to do so. 

"Who has the tightest little pussy?" 

He put his hands on each ass feeling his way down to their moistness. Tara and Sam felt his thumbs sliding deep inside them. Both tried to pull away as he squeezed tightly. 

"You both have tight little pussies." "Let's see who can prove it." 

He grabbed a bag and out of he took a sixteen inch double dong. He rubbed it up and down Tara's ass, then slid it in. He did the same With Samantha. He separated her labia and slid it in her wet pussy. Both girls were order to stay still until otherwise instructed. He worked the double dong between them, back and forth until well lubricated. 

He took his hands away and ordered them to fuck each other. Tara pushed her hips backwards towards Samantha sliding the cock deep inside. 

"Move your asses," he said as he struck the whip across both. Tara pushed backwards hard working that cock in and out of Samantha. Sam, not wanting to be outdone, pushed back. Tara had never had a toy in her before and it excited her to know that she was pleasing Samantha while being pleased. 

He continued to whip them forcing them to fuck each other harder. Tara squeezed her muscles and felt herself building inside. She was going to cum. She tried to fight it, but the toy was in her deep, filling her completely.

Tara cried "No, no." then "yeeeeeeeeeeees" as she trembled and pulled away from Sam.

"Hmmmmmm," he said, "Seems as though someone enjoyed that?"

"Okay, This dark haired one needs more training."

"Can you girls be trusted not to escape?" 

"Yes Sir," they both said quickly.

He unlocked the other handcuff. Each still had a cuff fastened to a wrist, but at least they were not attached to each other. He told Samantha to lay on her back and for Tara to get above her in the sixty-nine position. 

He pulled Samantha's legs apart wide and told Tara to taste her little friend. 

"Lick her little clit," he said as he ran the whip over Tara's red little ass. 

"And you," kneeling by Samantha's head. "You eat this blonds little pussy too." 

Samantha immediately lapped up Tara's cum, while Tara paid special attention to Samantha's little clit. 

He walked around and knelt down guiding his cock to Samantha's wetness. Her pussy was hot and wet and his seven inch cock slid in without a problem. 

He pulled out his cock so Tara could lick off her juices. She took his cock in her mouth then guided him back in her waiting pussy. Again he pulled out to have Tara suck his cock. 

This time, Tara guided him to a new hole. Tara pulled Samantha's leg back as he slid his cock part way in her virgin ass. 

Samantha cried "NO!" as he pushed his way deeper. Tara continued to eat Samantha as he thrust his cock all the way in. 

"Please no, Please," Sam cried as he fucked her tight ass. 

Tara inserted a finger into Samantha's pussy , then two and began to finger fuck her as he continued to thrust harder. 

"Oh my God, Oh my God," 

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!" 

Samantha screamed as she exploded right in Tara's mouth. 

He pulled out and shot his load over Tara's face.

Tara and Samantha were motionless. Samantha lay there exhausted. She had never had an orgasm before, well maybe a shallow one, but she actually squirted! 

Tara got off of Sam and lay along side her in her arms. He knelt beside them and re-attached the handcuffs. 

He padlocked the chain attached to Tara's ankle to the bed. 

The masked man put his pants, shoes and socks on and left the shack. He returned four hours later. 

Tara and Samantha watched him as he placed their clean folded clothes on the table across the room. He held up a key ring with the keys for the padlock and the cuffs. He also held up Samantha's car keys and told them that their car was just outside and down the road. He was able to get it out of the ditch.

He knelt down in front of them, brushing the hair from their eyes, and kissed them both on the forehead. 

"Thank-you." 

He walked away never revealing his face. Tara and Samantha reached the keys and unlocked their restraints. They dressed and found their car right where he said it was. 

Tara and Sam never told anyone what happened that day, but their lives would never be the same.



Tara and Tom



I lay me down now, my head is filled with ideas, it is restless and I can't sleep. She haunts my dreams, she is everywhere I look, she stalks me; I like it.

She has brown hair and a beautiful smile, her eyes are green and vibrant. She is everything I'd ever want, beautiful, intelligent, funny etc,. etc,. The only problem is that she doesn't know me. Well, let me rephrase that, she has seen me before, several times; however, we've never spoken. We frequent the same bar several times a week, but she has never spoken to me or I to her. I've never had a problem with girls, I've always gotten along with them and they approach me and vice versa. Yet, this girl stumps me, I get nervous around her, I just don't know how to act.

Things changed though. After months of going to the same bar, she was gone. Days went by and she wasn't there, then weeks and months; I'd missed my chance. Then one night after being at the bar for hours I stumbled home and somehow took a wrong turn. I ended up at a little lesbian bar called the "Pink Flamingo". They treated me well there, they gave me water and some chips to sober me up. I didn't notice it, but the barmaid had actually been the Brunette I had wanted.

I learned that her name was Tara and that she wasn't a lesbian but they gave her good tips and that is why she hadn't been to the bar.

"Oh, by the way, I'm Tom, Tara." I reached out and shook her hand and she gave me a very firm handshake. I was a little surprised. But she was very independent and I liked that. I didn't want to burn her out on me, so I left her my phone number and said: "I'll be stumbling by again, you can count on that." I gave her a cheesy wink and she giggled. I left and found my way back to my place and dreamed about her all night.

I was at the laundry mat the next day, folding some t-shirts and some undies, when I heard a familiar voice.

"TOM!!!" 

But before I could turn to look, I was wrapped in a big hug, and yes, I could totally feel some boobs on me. I turned to look who it was and I was jsut surprised.

"Tara? Is that you? You look better than you did last night."

After that we became friends, she knew I wanted her and she flirted with me. We went on dates and kissed and made out. But we never had sex. Which was weird for me, because every girl I had dated I had usually gotten to pleasure her within a day or so. I didn't press the matter, though.

One night we were getting pretty intimate and, our tongues wrestled, I fondled her firm tits and she kept grinding up against me. My fingers were roaming for third base when she stopped me.

"Tom, I have to tell you something."

"Yea, Tara, baby, you know you can tell me anything, go on."

"Well, there is this thing, and it is kind of a big thing and I just want you to know that I have really enjoyed spending time with you, and it has been great. But I've had a lot of really bad experiences."

"Tara, whatever it is I'll understand, I really like you."

She didn't say anything, she just guided my hand to her groin. I looked up at her confused, but my hand traced something hard. I was shocked, but didn't pull away either. She looked like she wanted to cry, I just stood up- kissed her hard on the mouth and hugged her.

We started to kiss again, we got very initmate. Her top came off and I started to suck on her glorious tits. My shirt came off and she became very aggressive. She got on top of me, ripped my clothes off and started to suck my cock. She looked up me the entire time, too. It felt so good; she knew how to suck a cock, she was a pro.

But at the same time she was the aggresor, I knew that she was in charge, and she knew that I knew.

She sucked me until I was rock hard and about to cum, but she must have known because she stopped and took off her own pants. I could see the big buldge in her thong panties. I got down on my knees and pulled her panties off of her.

There it was, the first up close encounter I had ever had with a cock. It was looking at me straight in the eyes. Honestly, I started to drool a little. I looked up at Tara, she winked at me knowing that I cared for her so much.

I took her big cock in my hand (8.5" cut). And I started to stroke it. I felt how powerful it was. With my other hand I grabbed ahold of her big balls. They were very heavy. Her skin was smooth. I licked her cockhead. At first I was nervous, but then I really got into it. My mouth began to explore her cock and balls. I sucked it in deep, my mouth was licking, drooling, salivating. My mouth made those dirty slurping sounds as I bobbed my head up and down on her cock.

I think I did a good job. But she had something else in mind as she led me to her bedroom.

"Bend over. Now." 

I complied. I trusted her, and honestly, I wanted her. I wasn't sure exactly how it was done, but I bent over and spread my cheeks like I had seen some girls do for me on occasion. She laughed and told me that I was cute. She lubed up my asshole, it felt weird but at the same time good and then she lubed up her cock.

She started to finger fuck me, I moaned. It felt good, then she added a second finger. It was tighter, but still felt really good, then she added a third, I could feel my asshole stretch for her, it felt so good, but awkward, too. She stopped and then I felt something bigger at my asshole. Her big mushroom head pressed up against me. She spanked my ass, "Do you want it?" 

"Yes, Tara, I want it."

"Tell me how you want it."

"I want it bad, I want it in me."

She pressed her cockhead in. It entered, I frowned a little and grit my teeth. She slowly inched her big cock in my ass, inch by inch- it hurt and felt good at the same time. My asshole was completely stretched on her cock. 

"You're tight bitch, my bitch, right?"

"Ohhhh.... oh yeah Tara, I'm you bitch."

She spanked me and worked her cock up into my ass, all the way to the hilt. I could feel her trimmed pubes on my ass, and her balls were touching my balls, too. She reached around and stroked my cock a few times. But then she had to get back to work on fucking my ass.

She started to pull out. At first I thought I was taking the biggest shit of my life, it was very awkward to say the least. She pulled all the way out and then pushed her big, thick cock all the way up my ass again, until our balls touched. Then she did it again and again.

The she started to fuck my ass hard. She plowed in and out of my asshole dozens of times. I could feel her entire shaft swell up in my anus.

"Ugh, oh yeah, your little cunt is sooo tight, I'm gunna fuck you like the whore you are."

And she did. She fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. She called me her little princess and her little faggot. It just turned me on more, and her, too. She eventually erupted a huge load which tore through her cock and the hot jism flooded my ass. And as soon as that happened my own cock erupted, and I came the biggest load I had ever cum. Her cum started to leak out of my ass and was dripping onto the floor. She pulled out and layed down with me. We cuddled and made out.

"Tara?"

"Yes, Tom?"

"Can we be exclusive?"

"Yeah baby, yeah."

And then we fell off to sleep.

To be continued...