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The Substitute

By: Hcstuds



William Worthy was a forty-one year old divorced man who lived in a comfortable house with his daughter Maggie. He had always thought of him self as a thinking man. He thought about things a while before he did them. When he graduated from college and his father offered him an opportunity to learn the hardware business, he thoughtfully considered it for weeks before accepting. 

He did not enter the business an "owner's son" but as a bright young man who was willing to work and to learn. When other workers explained something to him, he absorbed it and used it. He was accepted as one of them because he was. When a dirty job was done, it was just as likely to be William as any one of the other guys. While keeping up on the work in the store, he also was his father's student in the office. He learned the business and his father was sure that William loved the hardware business as much as he did. When his father suddenly died from a massive heart attack, he took over the business 

William had met the only woman he was ever serious about while he was in college. Jennifer Jannings was beautiful in the classical sense. She was five feet five and had a smile that would light up a room. Her shoulder-length golden hair framed her face perfectly. Her breasts were not overly large but were plentiful enough to draw the attention of every man she met. She had a tight round butt that fit perfectly with the rest of her body. One of the many things Jennifer liked about William was his willingness to take it slow. They dated for over two years before he asked her to marry him. She said yes without a second thought. She was the only person to call him Bill and he was the only one to call her Jenny.

Things were going so well for William until he received that fateful call when their daughter was six months old. "Bill, I need you to come home. Can you come now please?" she said pleadingly.

It was about one in the afternoon and the store was fairly busy but the supplication in her voice was urgent. "Sure, I'll be right there," he said.

He drove home wondering what was wrong and was shocked to find Jenny standing just inside the front door with her packed bags on the floor around her.

"I have thought this over and I have come to a decision and I have to tell you up front that the decision is final. I can no longer be your wife and Maggie's mother. I thought I could do it but I can't. I just can't do it. You have been a perfect husband and father. My leaving is not because of you. You have been nothing but great but I'm leaving because of me.

"I'll be at my mother's house. If and when you have papers to sign, mail them to me and I will sign them and send them back. I will not refuse to talk with you but I ask you not to call. When you dissolve the marriage, I am not asking for nor do I want anything."

"Jenny..." he said as painfully as if she had reached into his chest and ripped out his heart.

Jenny interrupted him. "There is nothing you could say that I haven't already said to myself," she stated. "Bill, it isn't you. I'm just not capable of continuing as mother and wife."

Just then they heard a car horn outside. "There's my taxi," she said. "Could you help me with my bags?"

"You don't need a taxi," he said. "You have a car."

"I'm not taking anything but my clothes and luggage," she replied. "Will you help me with the bags?"

"I won't help you leave Maggie and I," he said. It was the first time that he had refused her anything.

He went into the nursery and picked up the smiling baby from her crib. He held her close to him and with tears in his eyes he said, "Well Maggie honey, it looks like it is just you and I but we'll make it."

He hired a woman to watch Maggie during the day and he was the devoted father at night. Mrs. Henry kept that position until she retired two years ago when Maggie was sixteen. William decided that Maggie was old enough and had the personal responsibility to be on her own after school. He also noticed that she was developing into every bit as beautiful woman as her mother. In fact, Maggie looked like her mother did when he met Jenny eighteen years ago.

Even though Maggie was modest, there are times when two people living in the same house will see each other with little or no clothes on if even for a brief amount of time. There was the time a little over a year ago that William was in his bedroom and saw Maggie scurrying to the shower without any clothes. Another time, he had heard noises coming from her bedroom and had gone to investigate. She was in the midst of a bad dream and had worked her pajama top up so that her breasts were bare.

That was the first time that William was aware of any other than fatherly feelings for his daughter. He entered Maggie's room and lowered her shirt before awaking her. He took her by the shoulders and shook her awake. At first she was fighting him but as she became aware of the familiar surroundings of her bedroom, she hugged him.

"Oh Dad, thank you for waking me up," she said. "That was a terrible dream. These bad people were chasing me." 

She continued to cling to him and he comforted her. "Well there, it's all right now," he said patting her back. Outwardly, he was calm but for the first time he could remember he was acutely aware of her firm breasts pushing against his chest and his raging hard on.

"Daddy, will you lie down and hold me for awhile?" she said as she scooted over making room for him. "I feel like such a little girl for being scared be a dream but will you?"

Against his better judgment, he lay down on Maggie's bed and she snuggled up to him. He was lying on his back with her head on his chest. He could feel her breast on his side and when she put her left leg across his thigh, he could feel the heat emanating from her virginal pussy.

She kissed him on the cheek and said, "Daddy, I love you."

He said, "I love you too, honey." 

As soon as her breathing become slow and shallow indicating that she was sleeping, he extricated himself from her hold and made his way to the bathroom. He took his hard cock in his right hand and stroked frantically. While he was stroking, he was thinking of his daughter who looked so much like his ex-wife. Or was he thinking of his ex-wife of whom his daughter reminded him. Whichever way it was, he knew that seeing his daughter's gorgeous breasts had turned him on and her closeness had resulted in his shooting those ropes of white creamy cum that he was now rinsing down the drain. 

He felt ashamed of himself for thinking of his daughter in a carnal way but he assuaged his guilt by rationalizing that seeing her breasts had been an accident and he in no way caused it to happen. However, the next evening when Maggie came into the living room wearing only an oversized tee shirt and panties, William felt a tingle in his groin. He covertly watched her as she sat and lay on the floor. He could make out her nipples through the thin tee and once or twice he thought he could see her blond pubic hair through her panties. He knew he had a problem when he began masturbating almost every night. Everything she wore turned him on and every time she hugged him the feel of the closeness of her body caused an erection.

On Saturday afternoon, Maggie and her best friend Tiffany from next door were at the pool. When they heard him come home, they came into the house. They were excited and Maggie said, “Daddy, you promised me that we could have a party for my eighteenth birthday and it’s coming up in two weeks,” she stated. “We were wondering if we could plan it. It will be fun for us and it would take the job off of you.”

“Well, I supposed that would be all right,” he said. “What did you have in mind?”

“We could have about twenty boys and girls from school,” Tiffany said.

“We could have it out around the pool so we wouldn’t get the house all messy,” Maggie chimed in. “We would have it on Saturday afternoon so you would be here to chaperone.”

“O.K.” he said. “But keep me informed of your plans.”

The girls rushed out to the pool area where they had been sitting before William came home. As he looked out the window at them, he noticed that the girls looked as if they could have been sisters. Tiffany was already eighteen by about six months. Her breasts were a little larger than Maggie’s was and she was more mature than Maggie was. He wondered if maybe she was no longer a virgin. 

He was confused as to what had come over him. Three weeks ago, he would have had only fatherly thoughts of his daughter. Now he was daydreaming as well as night dreaming about fucking her in every conceivable scenario. During the day, he would masturbate to thoughts playing with her body and her playing with him. During the night he would have wet dreams which were ore vivid and more explicit and always included penetration into her velvety tight love canal.

The day of the party finally came and partially nude boys and girls were frolicking around and in the pool. Everyone seemed to be having a good time and behaving themselves. Tiffany’s mother and father had come over for awhile but had left. William was trying to be a good chaperone by being seen but not intruding on the party. He had taken a seat at the table at the window and soon was lost in a daydream.

“She’s a virgin, you know,” he looked around to see Tiffany taking a seat at the table. “And besides that, she’s your daughter.”

He tried to feign innocence and asked, “What makes you think that I was looking at Maggie?”

“Well, for one thing, she’s the only girl that you can see from where you are sitting,” she said. “And I’ve been noticing how you’ve been watching her lately.”

“She’s my daughter and of course I take an interest in what she’s doing...” Tiffany placed her left hand under the table and grasped his rock hard dick. 

“I suppose that this is just the natural reaction of a concerned father?” she asked. “Mr. Worthy, if you want to have sex with a young woman, leave your daughter alone. I’ve always found you very sexy and I’m on the pill. I don’t screw around but I’m not a virgin.”

“Are you offering to have sex with me?” he asked as if he had not heard what she had said.

“Yes,” she said. “In fact, we can go upstairs now, if you like.”

A beautiful young woman with her hand on his cock and just offered him sex. He looked out the window and saw his eighteen year-old daughter in her new blue bikini that showed off her features well. He looked back at Tiffany in her matching pink bikini. His usual thoughtful manner was thrown to the wind. He said, “Let’s go.”

They almost ran up to his bedroom and locked the door. Tiffany took charge. She pulled his tee shirt over his head and his trunks to the floor. She said, “Why don’t you get into bed?”

While he was lying there watching her, she removed the bra of her bikini and rubbed her breasts with her hands causing her eraser-sized nipples to harden. She pushed her bikini bottoms to the floor revealing her golden haired pussy to William.

She moved to the side of the bed and showed wisdom beyond her years when she said, “Daddy, I'm scared. Can I get into bed with you? Will you hold me?”

Before he could answer, Tiffany crawled into his bed and wrapped her arms and legs around him. She rubbed her thigh across his cock and reached down and took it in her hand. She was impressed with its size. It was about eight inches long but it was thick. He was much larger than either of the two boys that she had had sex with. 

“Daddy, is this what you have sex with?” she asked. “Will you show me how to use it?”

“Yes honey,” he said taking control. He moved over her and took first one hard nipple in his mouth and tortured it with his lips and tongue and then took the other nipple into his mouth. She began moaning as he kissed his was down to her pussy. He ran his tongue up and down her pussy lips and settled in on her clit. The hood quickly receded revealing a large clitoris. He clamped his lips around it and began licking it. He placed one finger in her tight pussy and slowly moved it in and out. She started producing more juice and as she became slicker, he added a second finger.

He timed his fingering to his licking and soon Tiffany was bucking against his mouth. Her body began trembling as she went into her first orgasm. When she was coming down he moved up her body so that his cock head was at the entrance to her pussy. He pushed gently into her and found a very tight vagina. It was tight but not so much that it offered a lot of resistance. 

He took it easy and when he had it in all the way, she said, “Oh Daddy that feels great. Do you like your daughter’s pussy?” 

"Yes honey, I love your tight pussy," he halfway grunted.

Tiffany was lost in orgasmic bliss as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her body. It was lucky for them that no one came upstairs during the time they were fucking because they were not very quiet. 

Tiffany repeated over and over, "Oh Daddy, oh Daddy, oh Daddy! 

William said, "Oh God Maggie, I love you so much." He shot what felt like a gallon of cum deep into Tiffany's pussy.

They held each other as they were coming down. Tiffany was the first to speak. "Any time you want to fuck, call me," she said. "I had a first today with that oral thing and that magnificent cock of yours can do no wrong. In the future, we can role-play or we can just make love. Either way is fine with me."

William thanked her and helped her exit his bedroom without being detected. He lay across his bed feeling good that he had found a substitute for his daughter.

The Substitute



Life was good. I was eighteen, in my first year at university doing pre-med and I'd just had my first fuck.

My introduction to the real delights of the flesh, as opposed to the imaginary ones I'd conjured up over the years during my frequent masturbatory sessions, came about without planning or forethought. A fellow student had asked if I could come back to her room to help her with some chemistry problems and before I realised what was happening I was wedged in the very wet hole of a very horny young woman.

I'd been seduced and I loved it. I wanted more. And judging by the noises my newly acquired fuck-partner was making, so did she. It came as no surprise therefore when she asked me to come back that evening to further our relationship.

I did, we did, and after an exhaustive session stretching over several hours, we fell asleep. As a result I didn't get home until very late hoping my mother didn't hear me creeping in.

Now let me tell you about my mother. She's in her late 30's, rather ordinary but through my eyes still a very sexy woman. Quietly spoken, I'd never heard her say anything stronger than 'damn'. She's also very possessive and extremely ambitious for her only son, me. For years now she's pushed me hard through school the uncontested aim being for me to go to medical school. Nothing, she once told me, was going to stop her doing whatever it took for me to become a doctor.

Next morning at breakfast I quickly realised my late return had not gone unnoticed.

'You were late in last night. Where were you?'

'Oh just out with a friend'

'Girl friend?'

'Not really. Just a casual friend.'

'But a girl?'

'Yeh.'

'Were you fucking?'

'Mum!'

'Well were you?'

For some reason I couldn't bring myself to lie as I was sure I couldn't do so convincingly. Instead I mumbled something which I hoped would be sufficiently incomprehensible to satisfy.

'Mike, let me make one thing perfectly clear. I'm not going to let any little slut who is ready to open her legs get banged up and screw up your chances of becoming a doctor. So young man tell her goodbye. Do you understand?'

'Yes' I replied quietly. 'But hell mum I'm nearly nineteen and get so horny some times I can't concentrate on my work. I masturbate a lot but there's no substitute for the real thing, you know for what a woman's got'

'You mean a cunt I suppose'

Mum's use of words I'd never thought she even knew really threw me but if they were good enough for her then I saw no reason why I shouldn't use them too.

'Yes, that's just what I mean. I now realise my right hand wrapped around my cock is no substitute for a wet cunt.'

'Oh darling what am I going to do with you? I suppose that now you've got the smell of cunt in your nostrils you won't be able to get your mind off it. But I'm not having you running the risk of getting some tart pregnant and having to face the consequences.'

Nothing more was said for several minutes but it seemed to me that mum was deep in thought. Then she spoke.

'Tell me something. If I arranged someone for you to fuck, someone who wouldn't pose any problem, someone who I'm pretty sure you'd enjoy, would you be prepared to stop fucking anyone else until you graduate?'

'Well that would depend on who it was. It would have to be someone I enjoyed being with. Ideally someone I already knew.'

'You already know the woman I have in mind. She's quite a bit older than you but very experienced. She's also very discrete and I know would be prepared to do whatever you wanted with her whenever you wanted, subject of course to the time and place being right. I know too she's had thoughts about your cock and what you can do with it for some time now. I'm sure you'd enjoy her.'

Oh my God I thought. It's Aunt Julia, mum's younger sister who I've always had the hots for. And to think she feels the same way about me even though she pretty well ignores me whenever she comes to visit. Fantastic.

'She sounds ideal. Tell me, who is it?'

'I'll tell you but first I want you to promise that if you don't like the idea you'll never mention it to her and we'll forget we ever had this conversation. Agree?'

'Agree. It's Aunt Julia isn't it?'

'No. It's not Julia. There's only one woman I'd trust to look after your interests and to make sure you stick to the path I've set out for you and that's me'

For what seemed an hour but could only have been a few seconds I stood looking at my mother, my mouth open, my brain refusing to take in what she'd just said. Did I understand her correctly? Was my mother saying that I could fuck her whenever I wanted in return for giving up all other women for the next several years?

'Say that again' I managed to say.

'I thought I'd made myself perfectly clear but if you want it spelt out then listen carefully. In return for your guarantee not to have sexual relationships of any nature with any other woman until you graduate I will until then make myself available to you whenever you want, to be fucked and sexually used however and whenever you wish subject of course to the place and time being acceptable. So what do you think?'

'Mother I just can't take it in. I've adored you since I was little and lusted after you ever since I got my first erection. I love looking at your legs and try to catch sight of your breasts whenever you're not looking. I jerk-off to visions of you naked, laying on your bed, your legs spread wide open ready for me. I just can't believe you're now offering to make my dreams a reality. Please tell me again so I'm sure I'm not dreaming.'

'No darling, you're not dreaming. You know I love you dearly as a son but what I've wanted to tell you for some time but couldn't find a way until now, I've increasingly come to think of you as a lover. Just as you think of me naked and ready for you I fantasise about you. I too masturbate quite frequently and when I do it is always with a picture in my mind of you fucking me or me sucking on your swollen cock, feeling your lips on my open cunt filled with your cum and then on my mouth sharing our juices between us. So let me ask once again. What do you think?'

'Here's my answer.' I replied getting to my feet and closing the short distance between us. Taking my mother in my arms I put my lips to hers, gently, slightly open. At that very moment all thoughts of my mother left my head and were replaced by thoughts of a hugely desirable woman, returning my kisses, duelling with our tongues as our lust for each other grew.

'Let's go to your bedroom' my mother breathed. 'There's no time like the present to satisfy each other that we've made the right decision'.

Reluctantly I allowed her to pull away from me but eagerly followed her as she led me by the hand to my bedroom. Closing the door she again faced me and pulled me close to her. Between kisses she managed to convey exactly what she wanted me to do.

'Darling undress me. Take off my blouse and my bra and play with my nipples. Suck them and make them big and achy.'

I needed no second asking. I tugged and pulled and quickly exposed my mothers beautiful tits. Beautiful was the only word for them despite being just a little saggy. Big but not enormous. Large aureoles but, surprisingly, what appeared to be almost flat nipples.

'Suck them darling. Suck hard.'

I did as instructed and to my amazement found my lips clamped around a fat protrubence. I later learned that mother's nipples were inverted, quite unusual but quite delightful. She told me that when they were sucked out they became very sensitive and she had on occasions been able to orgasm just by having them sucked.

'Now the rest of my clothes. I want to show you my cunt. Oh please like it – I want so much for it to be your favourite plaything.'

Again I quickly stripped off the rest of mother's clothes until she stood naked before me.

'There. There's my cunt for you' she whispered turning to the bed and positioning herself on her back in the middle, her legs spread wide.

The vision before me was not far removed from the one which sprang into my head often at night. At 39 she'd worn well, she'd looked after herself and her body showed it. Somewhat plumper than my about-to-be-dumped fuck-mate but all the sexier for it. Good legs as I knew, plumpish thighs, slightly protruding belly and oh shit, a mass of fine straggly darkish hair forming a perfect vee just below her navel.

'Like it so far?' she cooed.

'Love it so far' I almost panted.

'Let me give you a tour.' Reaching down she gently pulled apart her puffy cunt lips exposing two smaller ones inside. These she separated with two fingers to display an entrance and, inside, a redness.

'There's my fuck-hole and these are my cunt lips. Above the hole the much smaller opening is my piss-hole and just above that you can just see my clit poking out from its hood.'

'Smell it.' instructed my mother. 'Smell my horny cunt which is getting wetter by the minute as you look at it. Then when you've filled your lungs with my cunt smells kiss it, put your tongue in my hole and then suck my clit.'

Somehow I managed to strip baring my very stiff erection before falling between mother's open thighs her cunt lips agape for my pleasure. Even before my lips touched hers my senses were reeling with the indescribable smell of mature cunt. I'd not 'gone down' on the only other woman I'd known sexually but had faint memories of a 'different' smell. But nothing like the one which hit me now filling my lungs and my mind with delight.

My first taste of cunt was equally mind-shattering. Salty, fishy, oily, a little pissy, an indescribable cocktail of flavours which I lapped up with relish.

Following instructions I pushed my tongue up my mother' hole licking the insides of her tunnel bringing forth murmurings of pleasure.

"Yes darling, more. Lick my cunt. Eat me out. Tongue my piss-hole. Suck my clit. Yes just there. No a little higher. There, that's it. Oh God don't stop. My cunt's getting hotter and hotter. I can feel it tingling. Yes, yes I'm going to cum. Keep sucking and licking. Oh fucking hell I'm cummmmmmmmmming!'

My mother's whole body stiffened and then suddenly relaxed with the release of a heavy sigh. She opened her eyes, smiled and whispered.

'That was wonderful darling. Now fuck me.'

The words were hardly out of her mouth before I had my steel-hard cock positioned at the entrance to her fuck-hole. Almost without resistance it slid in smoothly until our pubic hairs were pressed hard against each other. Reaching up I pressed my lips lightly to hers my tongue slaking along the fleshy insides. Mother moaned.

I lay still inside her fuck-tunnel relishing the feel of her tightness around my swollen shaft. I knew that as soon as I started to move I'd cum and I wanted with all my being for this incredible experience to last as long as possible, if not for ever. But mother had other ideas.

'Fuck me darling. Fill me with your hot cum. Fuck me and enjoy me my love.'

Her sexy words of love coupled with gentle squeezings from her cunt muscles proved more than I could cope with and as I felt the cum rise up from my balls I pulled back and then drove forcefully deep inside her releasing wave after wave of fuck-cream as far up as I could reach as I continued to pound her.

Finally, spent with the force of my ejaculation I collapsed on to my mother's breasts covering her with little kisses while mumbling words of love and endeavouring to describe the wonder of what I had just experienced. Mother held me in her arms and cooed in reciprocation.

As I lay still imbedded in her I began to sense the flexing of mother's cunt muscles on my cock which I quickly realised was rapidly regaining its stiffness as she worked her magic on it.

Unlocking her lips from mine for a moment mother said 'Now we'll fuck with love my darling. Just take your time and enjoy your mother's body and above all her ripe cunt. Let me enjoy your wonderful cock and let me show you how two lovers can make the most wonderful love, love intertwined with delicious sex. I'm all yours darling. Whatever you want from me you'll have.'

And so began a journey of discovery, of incestuous love, and ultimately, a journey with unexpected consequences 



The Substitute



Lame was Meredith's thought as her boyfriend rolled off her 29-year-old body. She was lying in her queen-sized bed partially clothed as he settled in next to her. Her blouse was still on but open. He pulled down her bra partially without taking it off, leaving one of her 33C tits exposed but the other still covered. Her trousers, along with her boxers, were around her ankles. She laid on her back for several minutes, staring at the ceiling and silently raging at the ass next to her for leaving her so unsatisfied. She looked over at him and could tell from the expression on his face that he thought he'd just given her the fuck of the century. God, it didn't even last a minute. He'd just climbed on with almost no foreplay at all. Just a few light thrusts and he was done. She'd barely gotten herself wet enough to take his cock, never mind an orgasm. Then he said probably the dumbest thing a man could say after any love-making, "Was it good for you too?"

An hour later she was alone in her house. After giving him what she considered a fair assessment of his love-making skills she watched him storm out of her life. Good riddance, too. But now she was curled up on her couch, horny and alone. Why did my dildo have to break?!, she raged to herself. Fingering herself just leaves her wanting more. She needed to be taken by a man. Right the fuck now. Then it hit her. Her ex Brian. He lived just down the street. They broke up a year ago but he's by far the best she's ever had. And she knows that he hasn't had a date in a month so he would definitely be horny. She called him up, deciding to make it a surprise.

"Brian," she cooed, "could you come over and help me? My computer isn't working." 

After a little cajoling he agreed to come over and take a look. She hung up and ran to the bathroom. She touched up her makeup and scrutinized her appearance. She considered changing out of her black floor length Victoria Secret's nightgown but decided not to. Instead she pulled her panties off and tossed them in her room on her way back downstairs. The stairs ended just in front of the door. As Meredith reached the bottom of them she knew how to give him a greeting he'd never forget.

She sat down on the third-to-last step with her feet resting on step below. She pulled her gown up so the was tucked between her thighs and stomach. Her hand reached down and began to rub her cunt. As she became more and more excited her legs spread open so that anyone coming in the door can her rubbing her own cunt. Soon enough the doorbell rang and Meredith called out, "Come in."

Brian opened the door and his jaw fell wide open as his eyes locked on Meredith. By now her cunt was very wet and some of the juices were dripping onto the carpet of the stair she was sitting on. That was all Brian needed to see. He closed the door and dropped to his knees in front of the stairs. He buried his face between her legs and started to lick up her juices. Meredith let out a moan of longing as she felt his tongue on her sex. She began to reflexively thrust her hips as the heat took over; grinding her cunt into his face as he ate her out. 

Finally, Meredith couldn't take it anymore. As much fun as it is to have his tongue licking her pussy walls, she needs a cock in there pronto. She took his face in her hands and brought him up for a kiss. He backed off a little, kneeling on the floor, and began to undo the belt and buckle of his jeans. She slid off the stairs to the floor. She turned around so she was on her knees facing the steps. Her elbows were resting on the first step and her head on the second as she felt him kneel down behind her. He lifted her down up and let it rest on the small of her back so her bottom was exposed. She moaned when he gave her butt a sharp slap with his hand. Then his hand was between her legs, checking that she was wet enough for him...and perhaps to tease her. She let out a cry of frustration. She wanted to be fucked now!

His hands gripped her hips to steady her. She started panting as the head of his cock slid down her ass crack towards her sex. Her panting grew more rapid as his cock began to probe at her cunt. Then with one rough thrust he was inside of her. Meredith's eyes went wide with surprise and she began gasping loudly with pleasure as Brian began to fuck her roughly. This was the reason she both went out with him and broke up with him. Brian never made love to her; he fucked her. That was fine with Meredith tonight. Tonight it was just about sex and nothing else.

It wasn't long before Brian was building up to his climax. He could never last long while doing her doggie-style. Meredith closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of accepting his seed. He pulled out and she immediately turned around. Sitting on the floor she bent forward and took his semi-hard cock in her mouth. It was a special gift of Meredith's. She knew how to use her body to make men hard again and again. As long as she wanted it, she'd make it so they can give it to her. Sure enough, within a minute Brian was hard again and ready.

She pushed on his chest, making him fall back on his ass. He leaned back on his hands and watched as she stood up over him and took off her nightgown. Standing naked before him she kneeled down and pulled his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off his legs. She sat on his lap, straddling him. As she reached down to position his cock properly to enter her he grabbed her tit, sat up, and began to roughly suckle the nipple. Once his cock's head was in her hole she slammed her hips down onto him hard, taking him in all at once. 

She began to rock her body back and forth on him. Slowly at first, but picking up speed. She wrapped her arms around his neck for support as he put one arm around the small of her back. Her entire body was being supported by him as she rocked back and forth, moving his cock in and out of her. Her mouth hung open in a silent moan as she felt her pussy juices flowing in one long, continuous come. Suddenly his hand slapped itself onto her ass and pulled her hips into him. He held her there as he shot off his second load into her. Meredith's body was giving off spasms in his arms as she gradually came off her own sexual high. 

She sat there for a minute after he finished coming into her. His face was pressed against her chest as she felt him go soft inside of her. Once he was completely soft she rolled off of his lap and laid on the floor, facing away from him. He laid down next to her so that that were spooning. His hand reached around to cup her breast and for a half hour they just lied there, resting. Her eyes were closed when she felt it, a slight pressure on her ass. Then his hand began squeezing her tit. Meredith smiled as she felt him rubbing his cock against her ass. She began moving her hips too, rubbing him back as she could feel him getting harder against her. She felt his face on her neck as he nibbled at her ear lobe. Meredith's biggest turn-on is a guy's desire for her and so it didn't take long for her to be wet again.

He slid his hips down so that his member would probe between her legs. Meredith arched her back and lifted her leg a little to give him access. He lined it up with her opening and entered her. Meredith let out a gasp as she felt him inside her for the third time that night (fourth time overall). He started thrusting his hips while she just laid there, letting him do all the work. Soon he was screwing her rapidly. His hands were fondling her tits, pinching and twisting the nipples as he sucked at her neck. Then he turned them over so that she was on her stomach with him on top. His thrusting became even more rapid. Again, she remembered how he only fucked her in the physical sense.

She reached up for something to steady herself and found the legs of a nightstand next to the door. She gripped a leg with each hand as she felt his cock tearing into her. She was screaming out in both pain and pleasure. Through the mist of her own pleasure she could feel his load shooting into her. Then the realization hit her. Shit, she thought, shitshitshit. She had just had sex with him three times and didn't use a condom for any of them. His thrusting subsided and his body fell on top of hers as she rapidly counted the days since her last period. Yes, it's exactly the right time. DAMN IT, she raged to herself as he rolled off of her and they went into a spooning position again.

She felt his hot breath on her ear as he whispered, "So does this mean we're back together?"

"No," she replied in a cold voice that contrasted with the passion she felt only a moment before. She was too angry at herself but realized that she should soften the blow. "But next time I'm feeling hot I'll give you a call."

She got up and headed up the stairs after grabbing her gown off the floor. Oh well, the worst that could happen is that she'll have to pay for yet another abortion. Brian watched her naked body disappear up the stairs before getting dressed. So, the bitch only wants him for sex. Perfect. Meredith is a very good lay...and good for little else. In fact, when she's not in heat she can be a real bitch. Brian still remembers one time he surprised her in the shower. She went into heat and did it with him twice there in the bathroom. He still remembers the sight of water droplets flying off her tits and they did it. Then for a week she would tease him every chance she got and not let him touch her. Turned out she was furious that he disturbed her shower.

He even knew what had her so upset. She plans this evening and forgets the condoms. Typical, he thought as he left, she tricks him over here to get laid and treats him like dirt once she has what she wants. Part of him wanted to go up and fuck her until her pussy was sore. He's done it before while they were going out. She'd use him like this. And he'd just throw her on the floor or the bed or against the wall and fuck her over and over. She'd struggle and yell at him to stop but he'd keep doing it until she was nice and sore. He smiled at the thought of getting revenge on her and was tempted to storm up and do it. But instead he finished dressing and left.



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I received a call late last night asking me if I could fill for the day teaching a class over at the high school. I immediately said, " yes." I could really use the money right know.

I arrived at the school about 40 minutes early and the principal greeted me and then gave me a tour around the school. He brought me to a door marked private, and informed me this was for special employees and I was to stay out. This made me very curious as to what was behind that door.

The morning started off well and in between classes I saw a lot of traffic going in and out of the door marked private. This made my curiosity grow even stronger. Now I knew I wanted to see what was behind that door, why not, I am staff here at least for the day. 

I could hardly wait until lunch time and in the meanwhile I just had to find a way in there, since I didn't have a key.

It was finally time to release the class for lunch. I decided I would just walk right behind the next person that goes in and just act like I belong in there. If I get caught and get fired, it's not like I will be out much. And being a nosy female, my curiosity is getting the better of me.

I saw a woman approaching the door and I immediately got behind her, she turned around and smiled at me as she said "hello." For a moment I felt a chill run up my spine as I felt she was undressing me with her eyes. I thought maybe it was just my nerves, I kept telling myself. She put her key into the door and slowly opened it. I inched my way into the room, once in I could not believe my eyes! Every table in the room had someone on it being fucked, sucked or licked, and some all of the above. The room smelled of sweat and sex and moans could be heard from every direction. My face felt flush and I could not believe my eyes. Over in the corner was the principal getting his cock sucked by a petite blonde while another male was eating her pussy. To my surprise I started to get excited as I felt my clit start to throb and my pussy getting wet.

The woman I followed in turned to me and said "you must be new here." I told her " this is my first day here." She asked me if I would like a personal tour and I nodded yes. She grabbed my hand and we walked through the tables watching and listening to all the pleasure. She said this is where they all gathered to release stress from their daily lives.

We walked to an empty table in the middle of the room and she asked me if I wanted her to show me some stress relief and I said yes without any hesitation, much to my surprise, but all this sex going on around me was making me very aroused. 

She placed a gentle kiss on my lips and started to unbutton my blouse. I started to stop her and then I felt another set of hands grab mine. I looked up to see another female, wearing nothing but a smile. The woman kissing me said, " by the way my name is Tina and this is Laura, what is yours?"

" Kim" I replied as Laura told me to just relax and enjoy the ride. I started kissing Tina back welcoming her tongue in my mouth. Laura began to suck my nipples causing them to be rock hard. They laid me back onto the table and Tina continued to kiss me passionately as Laura began to kiss and lick down my flat belly sliding her tongue into my naval. I could not stand the wait any longer and I grabbed Laura's head placing her face between my legs and into my waiting wet pussy. I pushed her mouth into my clean shaven mound as I moaned and begged for her to eat my throbbing wet pussy. She instantly began to lick and suck my clit causing me to scream and beg for more. 

Tina pulled away from my mouth and crawled over me resting her own wetness right in my face. I began to suck Tina's wet pussy and fuck her hole with my tongue savoring every drop of her sweet nectar. 

I grabbed Laura's head again forcing her face harder onto my pussy as I came and squirted my juices into her waiting mouth.

Tina began to grind her muff faster and harder onto my waiting mouth as she groaned loudly and I felt my mouth fill with her sweet cum as I sucked harder and swallowed every drop. 

I suddenly felt someone else near me, as I looked down I saw the principal standing there stroking his dick. Before I new it he plowed his big cock into my dripping wet cunt. Slamming it in and out of my pussy hard and fast. It didn't take long for me to feel the wave of another orgasm as it shot through my body.

He felt my pussy cumming all over him and this sent him to his own climax but he pulled his cock out of my pussy and shoved it in my mouth and told me to suck every last drop. Which I eagerly did as his hot sticky cum exploded deep into my throat. I almost could not swallow all of his juice.

Just as the principal pulled out someone flipped me over and stuck his cock in my ass, as I started to scream another cock was shoved into my mouth.

Tina started licking and sucking my clit and that sent my body into a pure numbness as the greatest feeling of pleasure took over.

I started sucking the cock in my mouth hard and hungrily as I gently played with his balls and then it all happened at once, first the cock in my mouth shot load after load of hot cum into my mouth almost drowning me. That sent me into the biggest orgasm ever as I blew the biggest nut of my life into Tina's waiting mouth as she sucked vigorously on my pussy. As my pussy convulsed and gushed, Tina sucked harder as my juices splashed all over her face.

This caused the cock in my ass to shoot his load deep into my ass hole as I felt his cum drip out of my hole on every stroke as he pumped the last of his load into me.

We all rested for awhile and I just laid there with a smile and a cock on my face, thinking how happy I was to have been so nosy that day. Just then the principal came up and asked if I could fill in again tomorrow???



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Sorry, another story that just stops.

The Substitute

You know there are occasions in your life when for a brief moment your instincts tell you that something is wrong, out of whack... quite definitely not kosher. Later... on reflection you realize that -- had you had a ha'p'orth of sense in your head, you would have run; scarper'd; get the hell out of Dodge a bit sharpish like; while the going was still good. Well, I got that instinctive feeling in my gut the instant I stepped through the arrivals gate at Naples airport that afternoon.

But then again, there's another side of human nature that is innately curious. That curiosity -- or maybe naivety, or it could even be described as stupidity, that is somehow persuading you to hang around just long enough to figure-out... well, what the chuffin'-'ell is going down.

Odd things had been happening all that morning. While queuing for check-in at Gatwick, I'd spotted Billy Thornton -- a fellow student from my college days -- up the front of the queue and apparently also booking-in for the flight to Naples. I wasn't sure I wanted to renew our acquaintance, or even fall into conversation with the bugger. But I really didn't have much choice; the sod must have recognized me the instant he turned away from the desk, after collecting his boarding pass.

"Bloody hell, Kevin! How's it been going mate?" Billy Thornton asked as I turned away from the desk myself. "I've been hearing great things about you; didn't you have an exhibition at some flash gallery up in town? Bit on the saucy side, from what I hear!"

"Hi, Bill. Yeah, I've had a few exhibitions. Sold enough of my work so as to keep the wolf from the door."

"So I've been hearing. Only good things, Kev; only good things! You off to Naples as well, are you?"

"Well, why else would I be in the effing Naples checking queue, you imbecile?" No, I didn't say that; but I definitely thought it!

What I actually said was, "Yeah, a little research trip down there for a week or so. Nothing heavy, I've got a book illustration commission to do and I'm just going down there to soak up the feeling of the place for a few days. One has to get in the right mood, you know."

"Oh yeah, I understand. You artistic types need to absorb the ambiance of the place, don't you?" Billy grinned back at me.

I very much doubted Bill Thornton had any idea of what I was talking about, but he made a good job of pretending he did.

"And you, Bill, why are you off to the boot?" I asked, in an attempt to move the philistine's subject of conversation away from me.

Look, I'd known Billy Thornton since college; the only form of art he appreciated was the brewer's.

"The boot? Oh yeah, Naples..." A grin came over Billy's face again; only this time, a very big and lecherous grin; if you know what I mean? "Well, you see.... Oh God!" 

Billy suddenly stopped speaking and inexplicably his expression turned uncommonly serious, for Thornton. He was thinking, that I could tell; I'd watched him enter more than a few examination rooms back in our college days.

Then for a few seconds Billy's facial expression became unreadable. But then -- a millisecond or so later -- a sly smile came over his face.

"Well, you know I was supposed to be meeting a Sort down there... But bugger-it, I can't go now... Say, Kevin, exactly what are you going to be doing down in Naples?"

"Just milling around Pompey and Herculaneum, soaking up the general atmosphere, I told you."

"So, no business meetings and all that malarkey?"

"Billy, I'm an artist; I work alone. Why are you so interested, anyway?"

"Oh, nothing really, it was just..." Billy looked like I'd stumped him with that question, but then he suddenly went on. "Well, I thought that maybe we might possibly get together for a drink or something down there, but... But well, we can't now; I just got a message and I can't go anymore."

"Message, when?"

"While you were checking in... I got a text from the office. Seems the buggers can't do without me back there and I'm needed in a hurry. Look, give me your mobile number Kev? And if I do manage to get down in the next few days, I'll give you a call?"

All very unconvincing, I thought. But I'd always considered Billy Thornton to be a bit of a scatterbrain; even back at college. Why should I suspect he'd changed? Anyway, before I got the chance to ask him any more questions, Billy said that he had to go, and dashed off to retrieve his luggage.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't... If I'd got the chance?" Were his last words.

I doubt he heard me reply. "Some hopes!"

I watched the bugger for a few seconds as he... well argued with the woman on check-in and I suppose he eventually got his bags back from her. Then I... er, got lost in the crowd.

But then, very strangely... well, I can't be completely sure, but for a moment, I thought I caught sight of the bugger as I was going through the departure gate. Actually, the guy did have his back to me, and was talking on a mobile phone at the time. But for life of me, I could have sworn that it was Billy Thornton.

I have to admit that I was a little concerned. Billy Thornton hadn't run with the best of crowds back in our college days. Nothing serious that I was aware of; but you never know in this day and age. Billy could have been into just anything by then... drug or cigarette smuggling, or anything.

And what if he was being watched by the authorities? Well, they might have seen us talking together on the concourse. 

Yeah, maybe that was the reason for Billy's sudden and confusing change of plans. Perhaps he'd spotted someone tailing him. I think my mind was running riot as I took my seat on the plane.

Whatever, the flight itself was to prove uneventful.

I must have been one of the last passengers on my flight to exit the gate that day. Chiefly because -- as is its usual wont -- my luggage had temporarily gone AWOL. I have no idea why, but my bags have acquired the somewhat frustrating habit of going the long way round. For some inexplicable reason my bags are always the last ones to arrive at airport baggage claim.

It's always the same when I fly and I suppose it always will be. By that time in my life it had got to the point where I don't go near an airport baggage carousel until nearly everyone else has collected their bags and gone.

I know, I know, frequent travellers will ask me what I'm complaining about; at least my bags do turn up at the same airport as myself... eventually. Some poor buggers arrive in one country and find that their luggage is not just in another country, but very often on a different continent; that's of course assuming that the airline ever locates their bags again. At least my luggage gets lonely and it has always arrived on the correct carousel -- but, as I said -- eventually.

Anyway, it has become my habit -- when arriving in a baggage claim hall -- to find a quiet corner where I can stand and read for a while until the frantic mob has dispersed. Well, why struggle in an expectant crush by the carousel, when you know that your suitcase will still be enjoying its own little private tour of the airports luggage handling facilities, to ensure that it will be the very last one to come up the elevator, down the bleeding chute, or whatever.

Then, having at last retrieved my bag, I tag on the end of the queue for immigration and customs desks etcetera.

That day I was lucky and officialdom didn't delay me long before I could head for the exit; where I was expecting to be soon basking in the warm Italian sunshine.

The crowd of people who are usually milling around waiting to meet friends and loved ones outside the arrivals gate had almost completely dispersed by the time I stepped out onto the airport's main concourse, all-but alone.

I must have glanced around the expanse trying to get my bearings -- it had been sometime since I'd visited Naples -- but that was the moment that I got my first inkling that everything weren't as I'd expected, or would have wished.

I don't know what drew my attention the far side of the expansive area; but there 'she' was!

I suppose I must have done a quick double take -- as one tends to do in the circumstances -- but I pretty soon convinced myself that standing there on the far side of the arrivals hall, talking with a small group of other people was a female whom I more than vaguely recognized.

I'm still not completely sure why I noticed her. Maybe it was the fact that, on spying me, she'd instantly detached herself from the party she was with and headed in my direction... and what's more she had a big -- somewhat unexpected and dangerous looking -- smile on her face.

I think I must have stopped in my tracks. I know that I took a quick glance behind me to check that it was actually me she was walking towards, and not some other poor unfortunate late arrival.

But sod-it, no! There had been no handsome bugger following me through the gate.

Almost instantly -- it took a few moments to get over the shock of seeing her -- three questions jumped into my mind.

The first, "What the chuffing-'ell is Melanie Frobisher doing here?"

The second, "Why the chuffing-'ell is she heading my way?"

And the thirdly, and probably more confusing -- and worrying -- than the other two, "Why the effing 'ell is she walking towards me with that bleeding great grin on her face?"

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I suppose I'd better explain a little. I'd known Melanie Frobisher since we had both been about four or five-year-olds, and... well to be honest -- as I had it figured -- the bitch wouldn't invite me to a funeral, if I were the last person left on the planet; unless it was my own funeral, of course. And then... shit yeah, I would have imagined that the bitch would have happily paid for that bugger.

Not that I could ever understand why. But then again, Mel is of the female variety and I am a mere male; the gender they like to keep confused and totally nonplussed about the whys and wherefores, of everything they do or say.

Look, Melanie Frobisher and I go back almost to the year dot. We were in the same class all through nursery, primary, junior, and secondary schools. Eventually we even went to the same college; although we didn't in fact do the same courses; I was reading art and she studied... oh 'eck, I have no idea what she studied, how to be a real bitch I should imagine; I weren't interested by then. Anyway, as a consequence of our different courses, we saw little of each other around the campus.

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For the greater part of our formative years, Mel and I had got along okay; well, I always thought we had. To be honest, for a long time, I had thought we were quite good friends. At one time I'd even had some tentative aspirations for when we got a little older -- if you get my drift -- forming in the back of my mind... However, I'd had failed to take into account that Mel was a female of the species, where as I... yeah well, I'd have thought that was obvious. And... well, female brains don't work the same way as guy's brains do, do they?

From a young age, Mel and some of her girlfriends -- mainly because they lived local, I think -- had taken to tagging along behind my group of mates and myself. Even, volunteering to make up the numbers in more than the odd football and cricket team as time went on. Bugger, as I recall, for a while there, Mel was a dab-'and with a cricket bat, and she could have taught some of the lads on the school football teams a thing or two about tackling.

The boys and I kinda accepted the girls hanging around because... Oh bugger, you know, I really don't know why our little gang was mixed gender, when most of the other gangs of kids around our way, were strictly segregated, gender-wise.

Well, until the teenage years -- and puberty raised its ugly head -- that remained the status quo, each of those five girls were kinda treated like one of the boys. Excepting of course that they tended to wear skirts and kinda roped some of us guys in for to going to their stupid birthday parties and the like; where we have to play silly games with them, like "Postman's Knock" etcetera. 

 I can recall that most of the guys found the games embarrassing, until puberty began to pay them a call, and then -- very suddenly -- the girls didn't seem to want to play anymore. Or rather as the boys developed some enthusiasm for the games -- "Postman's Knock" in particular -- some of the girls started to get a little choosey about which boys they played it with.

I think it was about the time that my own puberty raised its ugly head that I started to realise that Melanie and I, didn't get on so well.

Well, to be honest with you, you could say that us boys in the gang began to get a little... frustrated with the some of the female associate members.

As I recall now, it went a little like this. When we all reached about twelve or thirteen years old, some other lads -- a year or so older -- began to... I don't know, I suppose you could say they'd hang around our little crowd. Hey, the gang was never a closed shop, if you understand me, it was mostly just a group of kids who lived quite close to each other, hung around, and played sports together regularly.

But these new arrivals appeared to be more interested in... well, chatting to Mel and the other girls, than playing footy or cricket with the lads. Look it's pretty frustrating as a bowler, when you bowl a batsman a good one and he hits an easy catch; but then you find that the fielder -- who should be in the right spot take the bloody thing -- is standing there giggling with one of the girls. Or rather, she's giggling away at his stupid jokes.

You could say that our little close knit gang of regular friends began to break-up around that time. Well, the girls' sort-of began to drift away anyway for at least some of the time. Very often as we made our way home from school, one or two of the girls would be missing. Most often to be spotted walking -- and giggling -- with a couple of the new hangers-on, if you understand me.

Sometimes they were even spotted holding hands with them as well. Usually a cause for much ribbing, the following day at school

It was about the same time as all that began to happen, that I first figured out that I'd done something to piss-off Melanie, big time. But I had no idea what, at the time; and I still hadn't the day I stepped through that arrivals gate at Naples airport that day.

But as time progressed there was couple of things about her general demeanour -- where I was concerned -- that kinda told me that I had seriously transgressed in some way or the other.

Hey, even as little kids, we, mere males, always knew when we have transgressed or done something to upset a female. Oh yeah, they make damned sure you know! Often we have no idea what we've done, but they make damned sure with know we've done something, whatever it was. It must a hereditary skill all females are born with.

Of the five girls, Mel and Susan always were... well to be honest, I'd say they were just a little prettier than the other three. Not that any of us boys would actually dare say so -- to any of the girls -- at the time. Even as small children, we instinctively knew that such discussions were strictly taboo. One slip in that direction and then the jealousy worm raises its head, and the next thing you know all out war has broken out.

Hey, looking back all five girls were pretty little things, but I think I'm safe in saying that Melanie and Susan stood out from the crowd. It was mainly Susan and Mel, that those older boys were usually sniffing around anyway. Hoping they were going to get lucky I always thought; going by the general conversation in the sports changing rooms around that time.

Well, come-on, you didn't think I was that stupid did you? The rest of the guy's knew what those older boys game was, as well. It was just that our own hormones hadn't developed to the point that females took preference over football and cricket in our psyche... yet.

That day raced up on us pretty quickly though. And maybe we had missed the boat, as they say; but that's life, ain't it?

Whatever, I think I can recall the day that Melanie first gave me 'that look'. You know, the expression on a female's face that tells you that you've transgressed in some unexplained way; even though you have no idea how.

Just that lunchtime, Melanie and I had been sitting in the school canteen together, and as I recall, we'd apparently been getting along fine; just like we always had.

As I recollect now, we were talking about Gail -- one of the other girls -- who had been off school for a week or so with the dreaded chickenpox. I do believe I'd said something about, maybe calling in to see Gail -- having suffered the scourge myself a year or so before, so theoretically I was immune -- but Melanie had suggested that Gail's parents wouldn't like her to have any boy visitors when she was supposed to be confined to bed.

Some of the girls' parent's were a little funny about that kind of thing in those days. You know, they interpreted any boy that their daughter knew, as a prospective suitor but they considered that their daughter was far too young to have a boyfriend.

While Melanie and I were chatting, one of her (slightly older) would-be suitors joined us at our table, and -- much to my surprise -- Melanie fell into conversation with him about... Oh bugger, I can't recall what they talked about now; I wasn't in the slightest bit interested, anyway.

Mind you, I was probably annoyed that the bloke had joined us at our table uninvited. Most of the regular gang would... well, I don't know why, but when Mel and I were chatting together, in private like... well, for some inexplicable reason, the rest of the gang would wait until either Mel or I nodded to them, before they sat down. You know, they kinda waited until they were invited to join us. I have no idea why, is was just that was the way things had always been.

Whatever, I sat there that day and Mel was rabbiting away to the twerp like there was no tomorrow. It's hard to recall exactly, but I know I must have got a little pissed-off myself, because -- having finished my lunch -- I got up and returned my tray to the collection point. But then, instead of returning to sit with Mel and the plonker -- I should imagine that I didn't want to listen to their inane soppy conversation anymore -- I went over and sat with some of our other friends.

Now I come to think of it, they were all a little surprised by my sudden appearance, that day. And to be honest with you the conversation weren't much better there, as I recall. The main topic of conversation appeared to be the upcoming school spring dance and who was going with whom. Dancing not being my thing back then, I was more interested in the imminent cricket match with our school's main rivals for the District Cup. 

Yeah well, the sporting side of my nature was still prominent back then. My artistic bent didn't really come to light until a year or so later, when I began to realize the beauty of... No, I think you'll realize exactly what I began to appreciate later as I got a little older. And what was to prove to be the driving force that brought my artistic side to the fore.

Anyway a few minutes after I'd joined the gang -- probably when someone had moved the conversation back to that damned dance evening again -- I happened to glance in Mel's general direction, and -- just for an instant -- locked eyes with her. That was the first time I can recall that she gave me... well, 'the look!' An expression that I was to become very familiar with, and one that told me that... oh shit, I've no idea what it told me; besides, maybe, "Get lost!"

On our way home from school that evening -- Melanie and Susan being conspicuous by their absence -- we came across Mel and the twerp -- standing outside her front gate; probably making soppy-talk again.




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That was it, really. Although to all intent and purposes she was chatting with the twerp, I had noticed that Melanie was watching intently, as my two friends and I approached.

Maybe a little annoyed that I'd been -- all but -- snubbed, or pushed out of the conversation that lunch time, I purposely made sure that I did not make eye contact with Mel as we drew close. Actually I didn't even call out "Hi!" to Mel and the twerp, when my two friends did.

But, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that expression come over Melanie's face for the second time.

To this day I can't describe it, but I've seen that same expression on many female faces over the years. All I can tell you about it is, that when you see that expression, or 'the look' on a woman's face, then... hey shit, are you in trouble!

I'm sure many of you guys -- especially the married ones -- will know 'the look' I mean -- or at least the more observant of them will -- females use it all the time. No words are necessary; everyone knows that whoever is on the receiving end of 'the look' is in trouble and for the 'high jump' when his other-half gets him home, or somewhere more private.

Anyway that was the first time that I could recall Mel giving me 'the look'; even if she didn't see that I'd been aware she'd thrown it my way a second time that day. Over the following couple of years I'd find Melanie giving me that look, more and more often. Very often in fact when she was ostensibly chatting with one of her many suitors... or, if I was with Gail.

I told you that Mel had always been a pretty child and as the months and years rolled by, she developed into... yeah well a real cracker. She also kinda developed a large entourage of (hopeful) male admirers, who trailed around behind her wherever she went, as well!

Ah yeah, you spotted the mention of Gail, didn't you? Well you see, Gail and I kinda gravitated together. Once the old hormones had really kicked in, so to speak; both Gail and I found that we had something to take into account that most of the rest our peer group didn't. --- Besides both being candidates for the nickname 'Four-eyes' that is. Yeah, both Gail and I wore spectacles most of the time. But the main reason was that Gail and I were both interested in art.

Gail was a very pretty girl, but let's say that, the best looking blokes tended to cast their aspirations elsewhere. Me? Well, I had always known that my specs were going to... well look; it ain't like Buddy Holly died yesterday is it? Young guys who wear glasses have been reassigned to the 'also ran' stable in this day and age. Well, when it comes to the pick of the crop, that is!

So I should imagine that it was the fact that Gail and I both suffered from defective eyesight -- along with mutual appreciation of art -- that led us to gravitate together almost naturally.

I can't say that I ever recall asking Gail out on a date, as such. Suddenly we were holding hands when walking home from school together one day. I remember that day, because Melanie had made some inane comment about the fact that we were holding hands.

From there, it was the pictures I think, or maybe it was one of the other girl's birthday party or something. Whatever, just a couple of weeks later Gail and I had become a couple as far as everyone else in our regular crowd were concerned.

Look, I don't want anyone to get the idea that Gail and I were hopelessly in love with each other or anything. There was no real teenage romance. We were attracted to each other, yeah. But I'm sure that we never were in love, in the true sense of the word. However, we had great fun together for more than a few years. 

And, as we got a little older, we learnt about sex together, from our first fumbling groping sessions, until we did the deed for the first time a couple of years later.

All during that time, Melanie was around of course. But her one-time friendship with Gail and myself had evaporated completely. Through the grapevine, I... we, got word that Melanie was calling Gail all kinds of vile names behind our backs, and telling everyone that she was a bit of slut and the like.

One time, the two girls had a real stand up ding-dong in one of the so-called night-clubs in town -- no more than cheap discothèques really -- where I and Mel's date that night, had to physically step-in and separate the two girls.

The odd thing was, Melanie might have been shouting at Gail, but most of the time she'd been staring at me. I kinda figured that whatever Melanie's gripe was, it wasn't really with Gail. Mel was going for Gail as a substitute for physically attacking me, only I never could figure-out why.

Oh, make no mistake, Melanie vented her spleen at me verbally more than a few times, over the years. Or tried to, especially after she'd had a little too much to drink, at parties and the like. Only -- maybe because she'd a little more than incoherent, because of the alcohol -- I'd never had been able to get my head around exactly what she'd been raving-on about. 

Hey look, I've never been a confrontational type, especially where females are concerned. Well, a guy you can square-up to and punch on the nose, can't you? A man never raises his hand to a female, no matter what the provocation? Well, that's what my old-man brought me up to believe.

"Strike a female and you'll never be able to look at yourself in a mirror again, son!" That had been my father's take on things.

Consequently the moment Melanie started her... demented ravings, at me... well, I went for the strategic withdrawal method of dealing with the situation. Some folks might have handled Mel's verbal attacks differently, but I could never see the point in getting into a slanging-match with the woman.

Gail and I kicked along quite nicely together, right up to -- and even for quite a while after-- we both completed our education. Gail had gone to work in an office somewhere, and I had started my career as an artist. Only, not liking the idea of living on the breadline, I took a lot of commissions as a graphic artist and illustrator on the side.

Look, I'm reputedly good at that kind of thing and I'd taken a few commissions even while still in college. I planned to be a full time artist one day, but I just kept up with my contacts and used that money to live on.

Of course, as a struggling artist, I couldn't afford to even contemplate marriage, not that I'd thought Gail would have said yes, even if I had asked her. I told you, Gail and I were much more than friends; she even shacked up at my flat for a couple of years. But I believe I can truly say that neither of us had ever been in love with the other. As a matter of fact, we are still much closer to each other than many siblings are to their brothers and sisters. Maybe that is a form of love, but we were never 'in love', if you understand the concept. If you don't, well there's not much more that I can add.

I knew that the sexual part of Gail and my relationship was about to end just a few seconds after I'd introduced Gail to Dmitri Golder. Dmitri was a young writer who had just managed to get his first book accepted by a publishing company. At their suggestion, I'd been commissioned to... well, tidy-up -- or rather recreate -- Dmitri's attempt at illustrations. A good children's author Dmitri might be; an artist, he definitely ain't!

Whatever, Gail had always said she wanted to write children's books, but for some reason I hadn't been able to persuade her to test the water for temperature. After chatting with Dmitri and seeing his enthusiasm for writing, or rather his get up and go. Well, I figured that some of that enthusiasm might rub off on Gail. Little did I foresee that Gail would fall head-over-heals in love with the bugger at their first meeting!

However, no sooner had I introduced the two of them, than I could see that Dmitri was enchanted by Gail and I knew that I'd lost her forever.

Now I'd heard of love at first sight of course; who hasn't? But I had never believed that such a phenomenon actually existed, until I saw those two standing there staring at each other. Jesus it was like they had neon lights on top of their heads saying, "Kevin, just get the hell out of here, and leave us alone!" 

So I did. Hey, that's me, good old Kevin. Besides, only a complete idiot wouldn't have recognized what had just happened. Gail and Dmitri were married less than two months later.

And guess what, I got the commission to illustrate Gail's first book. That Monday morning -- technically -- I was going out to Naples on commission for Gail's second masterpiece.

Okay, okay, Gail's second children's adventure novel. Her first had been about a group of children during the English civil war. The second was about a group of children in ancient Rome. I was heading for the ruins of Pompeii (and Rome) to assimilate the atmosphere before I did the illustrations for her book.

Come on, that official explanation turns a holiday in Italy into a tax-deductible business trip. I might not be a rich wanker who works in the city, but I'm not averse to learning how the arseholes manage to get and stay rich.

Oh, for the uninitiated it's called 'Tax Avoidance', which is legal. As against 'Tax Evasion' that very definitely isn't. Providing I spent some of my time soaking up the atmosphere of ancient Rome, taking photographs and making sketches, then I was technically working, and therefore my trip was tax deductible.

-----

It seemed to take an absolute age, but eventually Melanie closed the gap between us. As she got closer, I noted that she was holding a mobile phone in her hand and that she was hitting the call button with her thumb as her right arm snaked around the back of my neck. Then pulling our mouths together, she planted a humdinger on my lips, before disentangling herself from me again.

Then putting the mobile phone to her ear she said. "Yes, he's just got in, I'll pass you over," and passed me the telephone handset. 

I must have been I shock or something, because instead of asking Melanie what the hell she thought she was playing at, I meekly took handset from her, placed to my ear and said "Hello!"

"Kevin, is that you?" Mark -- the guy who's agency I do most of my advertising graphic-art work for -- asked.

"Er yeah. Hi, Mark, is there a problem?"

I should say that, at that point in time I had no idea that Melanie and Mark were even acquainted. Although I had gathered that Mel was working in the advertising business; I'd caught sight of her at a couple of ad-men shindigs, but naturally I had steered well clear of the woman.

"Look, Kev, we're in a bit of a bind here. Well, Melanie is actually, apparently you and her are old friends?"

"I wouldn't go as far as to say that, Mark! But yeah, we've known each other since school."

"Yeah, well, Mel's between a rock and a hard place, mate. Billy Thornton was on his way down to help her out, but he got called back to his own office. Look Kev, there's an effing great contract involved here; you're down there for five days, can you help Mel out for me?"

I weren't keen on the idea, and I suppose that I must have portrayed that reticence in my tone of voice, "Yeah, I'm down here for five days, Mark; but I've got a very busy schedule planned," I lied. "I really don't know if I'll have..."

"Kevin, I don't want to pressure you or anything; but I can't express how important this is. We're talking a contract worth... shit; I don't know, it could be worth millions. Kevin, me old mate, just remember how many times I've thought about you and dug up something for you when you've been short of a few bob."

"Yeah, Mark, at rock bottom rates, and I have to chase you for every penny. What do I have to do anyway?"

Mark's agency had never been the best payers in the world, but I'd always got my cash in the end. And I did have to admit that Mark would always pull something out of the bag when I was getting too far behind with my bills. In a way, I did owe him.

"Cheers, Kevin. Melanie will fill you in and we'll make sure you'll not go short. Hey, if you like, we'll finance you for another week down there. Tell Mel to put it on her expense account. Bye!"

The line went dead.

"So, what do you need me to do?" I asked a surprisingly sheepish looking Melanie.

"I'm in deep doo-doo Kevin. See those people over there," she gestured to the cluster of people I'd seen her talking to when I stepped onto the concourse. I suppose I must have nodded. "Well the old guy is Frank Barmon, the big cheese at Barmon Holdings. Mark has been trying to swing this advertising contract for years."

"So?" I commented.

"Well, a group of us met up in Cannes with Frank Barmon last week. And well, we almost got Barmon to sign on the dotted line; the deal's all-but done, there're just a few fine details to sort out. But then Junior there, decided that he's in love with me."

"Junior?"

"Yeah, Barmon's half-witted son. Vernon, would you believe?"

"Anything you say, Melanie. Anything you say."

"Yeah well, with all his cash, Vernon Barmon isn't accustomed to being turned down; if you know what I mean. And daddy doesn't like the idea of his son getting snubbed either."

"So, where do I fit into the equation then, Melanie?"

Her face took on a pinkish hue.

"You're my life partner... my fiancé, Kevin. We live together!"

"Do bloody what?"

"Look, Kevin, Billy Thornton was going to play the part for me, but he had some dire emergency back at his own office, so he had to shy off at the last minute. But he did manage to call and tell me that he'd seen you about to board the same flight at Gatwick. I need you to play my, 'soon to be spouse' for a few days, please?"

"Melanie!"

"Kevin, I know that there's been no love lost between us for some time now, and I'm sorry. But I really do need your help here. If the Barmon's think I've lied to them, or that I've rejected that idiot son of theirs, Vernon... then Frank Barmon will never sign the bloody contract. The Barmon Holdings' contract is worth hundreds of thousands to the firm, in the long term."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't tell porkie-pies then, Melanie?"

"It was just a little white lie, Kevin, to stop Vernon trying to get me into bed. Then, when the bugger dropped the bombshell on me in Cannes the other day and asked me to marry him out of the blue; I didn't know what to do.

"Well, I panicked, and said the first thing that came into my head. I told him that I was living with and engaged to a man I loved very much, and then I told him I was meeting my fiancé here in Naples today. I was just looking for an excuse to get as far away from Vernon as I could, as quickly as possible. Not for one minute did I dream that the bloody Barmon's would insist on bringing me down here on their bleeding yacht."

"Ah, and when they got here, they were expecting to meet this imaginary fiancé of yours?"

"Yes. So I called Billy Thornton, and asked him to play the part of my fiancé for a few days."

"Billy Thornton, Melanie! I'd have thought you were a step above him."

"Kevin, I was desperate and Billy Thornton's..."

"Is just as desperate to get into your knickers, as you are to get that bloody contract signed." 

"How dare you? Billy was just going to play the part, for a few days."

"Melanie, Billy Thornton has had his tongue hanging out where you're concerned since we were all at school together. Besides, he all-but told me as much at Gatwick. Hey, with all his cash, I'd have thought you'd have been happy to..."

"Damn you, Kevin. How could you think I'd do anything like that? Especially with Billy Thornton."

"Melanie, to be one hundred percent honest, I have no idea what you would or wouldn't do if the mood took you right. But, I do know that you tell lies at the drop of a hat. And from what I heard him say, Billy thought he was on a promise. I just had no idea that it was miss goody-two-shoes he was intending to meet."

"Kevin, I need to know; are you going to help me out here, or not?"

I had myself a little quick think. You know, weighed up the pros and cons, and then came to a decision. Placing my baggage on the ground I took Melanie in my arms and kissed her on the lips.

"Thanks, Kevin," she whispered.

"Don't be too quick to thank me, Mel; it's going to cost you." I said, sliding my right hand down and giving the left cheek of her arse a gentle squeeze.

Instantly Melanie went as stiff as a board.

"Kevin, you don't think that we're going to..."

"Your choice, Mel. I've got other things to do this week; I could just as well be doing them." 

Melanie didn't get a chance to reply because we suddenly became aware that there had been some movement over on the other side of the concourse.

"Shit, looks like your friends have got tired of waiting for us."

Out of the corner of my eye I'd spotted that the people Mel had been talking to, were heading our way.

Glancing in their direction, Melanie said, "Shit!" and then took me in her arms and kissed me again.

"How do we play this?" I asked.

Yes, of course I was going to play. It might sound a little sick, but I had it figured that I could have some real fun winding-up Melanie over the following few days. But I'm no a cad, not by a long chalk! So don't go misunderstanding my intentions. That was what I had planned for Melanie. 

"We'll have to make it up as we go along, Simon."

"Simon?"

"Yes, you're Simon. I was flying by the seat of my pants and it was the first name that came into my head."

"Mr. Templar, sorry to have interrupted your reunion." The big man -- who I took to be Frank Barmon -- said, holding out his hand for me to shake. "But we really should be getting along, Melanie!" 

At the word 'Templar', I glanced at Mel, who kinda half-shrugged back at me. Then she apologized to Barmon for keeping him waiting and went through the rigmarole of formal introductions.

Barmon was a big chap, whom I took an instant disliking to. I don't know why, but those money types always do get up my nose. His "Dolly Bird" wife, Sarah, couldn't have been more than a couple of years older than Mel and I... well, I'm sure you know the type, extremely good looking and most likely married to Barmon because of his bank balance.

I've never seen the distinction between women who marry for cash, and your average courtesan myself. Except that I've always found professional girls to be much nicer people.

Vernon Barmon... Yeah well... instant impression, a complete Pratt! I could see why Melanie had run a mile.

As we walked to their car -- which turned out to be one of those stupid stretched limousines -- the conversation returned to one Mel and Barmon had obviously been having before my arrival. 

It took a moment or two for me to pick up on what they were talking about, but then it struck home. Barmon was trying to insist that we stayed with them on his yacht -- actually in the stateroom that Mel had been using on the trip down from Cannes -- at least until they sailed on the Thursday. 

Melanie was saying that she/we could not impose any further on their hospitality, and that she and I would stay in a hotel.

I'll admit that I might have a childish streak in my nature, so -- liking the Barmon's or not -- I came down on Frank's side of the fence. The idea of sharing a cabin... alright, stateroom with Melanie for three nights tickled my fancy a little. God, I could almost feel Melanie squirming at the idea.

But hey, it had been her master plan, not mine! I was just intending to write the subsections of that plan to suit my own agenda.

"No, no, Melanie, I think it would be impolite of us to turn down Mr. Barmon's very kind offer." I said putting my arm around her shoulder and giving her a little squeeze. "Besides, we've never stayed in a stateroom on a private yacht together before; is the bed very big?"




The Substitute



Yeah I know, an arsehole question that made Melanie squirm even more. But Melanie had been such a bitch to me (and Gail) over the years, that I planned to stick it to her -- figuratively speaking, not in the literal sense -- every chance I got over the following few days. Christ, if we were living on Barmon's tub, then Melanie and I would have to keep the lovey-dovey act going twenty-four hours a day wouldn't we? Well almost!

Did I say tub? I have no idea how much private yachts cost to buy or run. But I figured, on first sight of the monster, that Sarah Barmon was in for one hell of a divorce settlement when Frank Barmon decided to upgrade to a later model wife. Jesus, the thing was more like an ocean liner than any yacht I'd ever seen before. With an appropriately large and very efficient crew to match.

Shortly after we stepped aboard, Melanie and I had followed the crew-member -- carrying my luggage -- to our stateroom. 

Yeah it was big, far bigger than the bed I had at home in my little flat-come-studio. And the stateroom it was in was probably bigger than my whole damned flat, as well.

"Bastard, there's only one bed in here." Melanie said the instant the steward had left us alone.

The word bastard, I happily accepted as being directed at me. Mel was to refer to me -- privately -- with the word frequently that day, and usually under her breath so no one else would hear, if you understand me.

"Oh come on, sweetheart, Barmon would have probably smelt a rat, had we not accepted his kind offer. And besides, I intend to extract adequate payment for my efforts on your behalf."

I can't exactly explain the expression those words brought to Melanie's face. Lets just say that if looks could kill... well, yeah I'd have been dead on the spot.

"Besides all that, if you ask me, Barmon was suspicious anyway, that's why they came across and joined us at the airport." 

"I suppose you might be right. I had said that I would get a taxi, but Frank insisted on hiring that damned great limousine thing, and on coming along with me to the airport to meet you."

"Well, we'd better put on the best performances of our lives for the next few days then, hadn't we? Now lets get up there and join the old fart, in that saloon or lounge he was talking about; or they might start to think that we're in here for the duration? After all, we haven't seen each other for how long?"

"Four weeks. You were in the States before I had to go down to Cannes."

"Oh, and Melanie... Simon Templar?"

"Sorry, but I was thinking on the hoof. It was the first name that jumped into my head."

"You know who Simon Templar was, don't you?"

"Some character in a book, wasn't he?"

"Yeah, a professional crook. A type of Robin Hood character who was a little bit of a ladies man and philanderer on the side, I think; called himself the Saint!"

"Sounds like I picked the right name where you're concerned then, doesn't it?"

"Ooh, nasty." I grinned back at her. "But I hope none of the Barmon's have read any of those Saint books."

"Why?"

"Because the Saint's victims were always unsavoury characters, crooked business men and the like. And I'm more than little curious about where your friend Barmon got all his money from."

"He's a businessman."

"Yeah, and so was Al Capone, according to his CV... And there was a Robert Maxwell, remember. Now come on, lets get back upstairs and join our hosts... and prove to them how much we're in love with each other."

I had fun for the rest of the day. Melanie and I were not the only guests on-board; there were an Asian couple who spoke little English, and three or four pieces of bleached-blonde eye-candy. Chelsea Trollops, or sluts, if you like. They all looked the same in their tiny bikinis and seemed to appear and disappear at random.

I'm not sure if they were screwing the crew, or Frank and Vernon Barmon; although I suspected it was the later. But I definitely got the feeling that they were getting laid by someone when they did their vanishing acts.

I almost laughed when I first saw Sarah Barmon out on the deck by the pool. Honestly, it was like a scene I'm sure you're familiar with from an old film. Wearing an almost non-existent bikini, she was draped on a deck lounger, for effect. An oversized hat shielding her face from the sun, drink in one hand and holding the book she was apparently reading through her dark glasses, in the other. Whether Sarah Barmon was aware of what was probably going on between her husband (and/or stepson) and those pieces of eye candy, I have no idea. If she was, then she obviously didn't care! 

Melanie and I circulated quite a bit; well she gave me a brief tour of the areas of the yacht that we could legitimately visit. I would give Melanie a cuddle every opportunity I got and... well, I took some real liberties in the yacht's swimming pool when we got in there later during the day. Just accidental type gropes while messing around with Melanie in the water, as you'd expect a fiancé to behave with his betrothed.

I noted that Vernon -- when he was around -- was watching us quite a lot of the time; well, Melanie really, I should imagine. And to be honest, I can't say I could blame him; Melanie sure put that eye-candy to shame.

Conversation with the other guests was a little... frustrating. The Asian couple's grasp of even rudimentary English was questionable to say the least. Hey, I never even found out where they hailed from. The dolly-birds, well their topic of conversation seemed to be restricted to expensive places they'd visited on the French Rivera, film stars etcetera, and other so-called celebrities, they'd met. I figured all four -- or maybe there were only three -- were down in the Med on a fishing trip, looking for rich husbands who were as dumb as they were.

Anyway conversation with them was so... er, inconsequential, that it really wasn't worth having.

I'll be honest -- although I instinctively didn't like the bugger -- Frank Barmon and Sarah were the only people who appeared to come from the same planet as I did. Oh, and Melanie of course; I was somewhat surprised that we could... I don't know, get on so well together I suppose. Although, I could still feel her squirm when I whispered suggestive comments about how much I was going to enjoy the night in her ear. 

Yeah well, I stuck as close as I could to Mel all afternoon and into the evening. And when I say close, I mean 'close' type close! Hey, remember, we were supposed to be two lovers who hadn't been with each other for a month at least. 

Ah yeah, I suppose the more observant of you are wondering about my mention of being in the pool together with Mel. Yes well, the crafty cow, slipped away and changed while I was talking with Frank. You know, I thought that she was just off to... Yeah well, when Mel reappeared she was dressed in a bikini. Albeit one that consisted of several times the quantity of fabric of any other bikini I'd seen on-board.

Actually, I know some folks might find this a little strange, but I found Melanie's more chaste attire, far more... alluring -- I think is the word I'm looking for -- than the tiny scraps of cloth the other females were wearing. The lower part was low slung on her hips, if you understand me and her navel was well and truly visible, -- sorry, I got a thing about the female navel, maybe I'm kinky or something -- but it had a very short sort-of skirt frill attached that seemed to accentuate the movement of Melanie's hips as she walked about.

And then there was the bra part of the outfit. Yeah well, I must admit that once my eyes had got up there, I had difficulty tearing them away from it again.

Look, I'd seen Melanie in a swimming costume many times back in our school days. For public safety reasons, swimming was on the school curriculum back in those days. The girls always wore extremely chaste one-piece costumes for decency's sake, or more likely because of school rules. But when my eyes connected with Melanie's impressive front suspension... Well back in our school days Mel had developed an impressive figure, but she hadn't had those buggers! Actually, it crossed my mind that Melanie might possibly have had a little enhancement surgery. An incorrect assumption I soon discovered.

"Put your tongue away, Kevin, and please remember to look at my face when you're speaking to me. You're supposed to have seen them before." Mel had whispered in my ear, as I gave her a welcome back hug.

"Jesus, Girl, how much did those buggers cost you?" I whispered back.

"Bastard! They're natural!" she whispered again. I was getting used to Mel calling me that.

"Jesus, Mel. What do you need me for? How come some tosser hasn't carried you off into the sunset by now?"

"Many have tried, Kevin; but regretfully not the right... tosser, so far."

"Oh my, is there going to be a hot time in the old town tonight!"

"Bastard, is that all you can think about?"

"Mel, sweetheart; you set this game in motion, remember? I'll just score when I get the chance."

"Bastard!" she whispered once again, pulled away from me and dived into the pool.

That's when I dashed down to our stateroom and dug out my swimming trunks, a bit sharpish like.

-----

Later Melanie pulled another fast one on me when she changed out of her bikini. Honestly, I had really been looking forward to changing back into civvies, but Mel slipped away while I was tied up in conversation with Sarah Barmon.

Mel reappeared wearing an enchanting cocktail dress. Her unexpected change of attire took me by surprise and Sarah Barman noticed, she made a comment to Mel about going down to get dressed without me.

"Jesus, Sarah, if Simon and I had been changing at the same time... Well, he wouldn't let me out of that room all night and we'd be standing you up for dinner this evening." Mel laughed back at her, and then she suggested that I should go below and get changed for dinner.

I'll admit that that left me with a little bit of a problem, because -- not intending to attend any formal functions on my holiday -- I was sans a dinner jacket. I had to settle for a pair of dark grey slacks and the one white shirt I had with me. The stateroom's steward did produce a clip-on bow tie from somewhere for me though.

Just before dinner, four or five other couples came aboard the yacht. One Italian, two German or Austrian I believe, and an American couple. I can't say I kept track of who was who, or even cared much.

Yeah alright, I was still a little more than preoccupied with Melanie's cleavage. Frank Barmon kind-of humorously explained that away by telling everyone that Mel and I had been apart for a while; well, I think that was what he was saying. 

Things got more than a little complicated over dinner, because my real name came out; Melanie forgot herself. We managed to explain it away -- apparently to everyone's satisfaction, including the Asian couple's -- with the story that I used two personas. One, my own, for my serious art work, and Simon Templar for my non-serious work, i.e. my advertising and book illustrations. Everyone seemed to accept the tale anyway. Up until then, I believe everyone had thought I restricted my... artistic bent, to graphic art and book illustrations.

For some reason, only one of the Dolly-Birds was eating with us, and by freak chance she'd actually been to one of my exhibitions. Changed my perception of the girl somewhat, did that little bit of information; especially when she raved on so graphically about how good my paintings were.

It shook me some, that she could, and did, describe some of my work in detail to all present; but then, she mentioned that her father had a couple of my studies in his London flat.

Funny, how your opinions of someone can change so quickly; once that bird started talking about art... Well...

Anyway, the odd thing was, Melanie got just a little pissed when the Dolly Bird and I started talking about my serious art.

Hey look, Mel had been making a very good job of hiding her animosity towards me all day, basically because she had no alternative. But my constant inferences to her, about what was going to happen once we finally hit that stateroom together... well, I told you I'd known Melanie since almost forever and I could tell that she was pissed-off about the whole situation.

But hey, that was Mel's problem, not mine; the whole little charade had been her idea.

Once that Dolly Bird started singing my praises as an artist... Okay, I suppose in her mind the Dolly Bird kind of attributed me with more fame than I actually had -- in fact, at that time I was a virtual unknown -- but it was also pretty obvious to me that the Dolly Bird equated fame with celebrity, -- and fortune -- and I suppose that must have put me in the frame to be on the Dolly Bird's approved prey list.

Whatever, I could tell that Melanie was not at all happy about the fact that the Dolly Bird was suddenly showing more than a passing interest in me, and my art. Yeah, I should imagine jealously at first sight, from most folks present perspective, anyway. But -- at the time -- I took Mel's attitude, as a display of her best acting of the day.

After dinner everyone was milling around out on the rear sundeck drinking and chatting. I do believe that Melanie was trying to converse with the Asian couple, and not making very much headway. Someone else, who was apparently a little more observant than I'd first taken her for, collared me.

"You know what, Kevin... or do you prefer Simon?"

"Kevin, Sarah."

"I thought so; you didn't look happy when everyone was calling you Simon. But tell me, Melanie appears to be a little... well, a little off, with you today. Considering how excited and impatient she's been to see you all week... Well..."

Those few words called for some quick thinking and my part; especially because Mel was possibly within earshot.

"Ah, well you see, Sarah. Melanie's a little, er... Well, Mel's a very physical person, and our relationship is pretty intense most of the time. And well, when we went down to our cabin earlier... Yeah well, if we'd got into anything then, we'd still be down there now." I replied with a grin.

And yeah, Mel did hear, and she shot me a sideways glance that might have killed a lesser man.

Sarah didn't so much reply, she just grinned back at me. Then added, "Can't say I'd blame her. We must ensure that we don't keep you two up too late this evening," with a wink.

"But tell me, Kevin, do you take commissions for portraits, with, as well as without, clothes?"

Hey look, I told you that the Dolly Bird had told everyone present what my speciality is. Ah maybe I didn't make that clear to you. I'll let you work out where my artistic calling lies, from the words Sarah had just used.

"Sure I do, Sarah. But I insist that my clients are familiar with my... style, and they must have visited at least one or possibly two of my exhibitions, before I'll accept any commissions. I have a particular style and I would hate for anyone to misunderstand what they are going to get."

Yeah well, that was the best diversionary statement I could think of on the spur of the moment. The last thing I... or rather Melanie and Mark needed, was Sarah Bowman discovering that Mel and I didn't live together and definitely were not in the throws of getting married. Well not too quickly anyway. And she'd be bound to work that out if she ever came to my studio in London. Yeah well, that's what I called it.

"What were you and Sarah talking about?" Mel asked when she'd finally disengaged from the asian couple and Sarah had gone off to... circulate, I suppose you'd call it.

"Oh, I was just telling her how... amorous you get in bed, sweetheart."

"Bastard!" Mel replied, and then headed off to talk to the American couple whom she apparently knew quite well.

I stood by the ship's rail; drinking and watching the world go past on the quayside below.

-----

It must have been about half one in the morning, before we eventually... or should I say Melanie, decided that she couldn't delay our retiring to our stateroom any longer.

The visitors had left, the Asian couple had retired long before, and god alone knew where Vernon and the Dolly Bird had got to, though I could hazard a guess.

And, it had become became pretty obvious that Frank and Sarah were waiting for us to retire before they did so themselves. I still didn't particularly like Frank Bowman, but I have to admire the man's manners.

Melanie and I bade our hosts' goodnight and headed down towards our stateroom, but Melanie hadn't completely capitulated, if you understand me. She was still racking her brains, looking for... distractions; I suppose you'd call it.

"Kevin, what will Gail say, when she finds out we've spent the night together?"

"Oh, I don't know; 'Good on you, Kev!' I should imagine."

"You're joking, she won't mind that we've...?"

"Why the hell should she?"

"I would have thought that was obvious. If my husband..."

"Husband! Jesus, Mel, Gail and I aren't married. What in the hell gave you that idea?"

"You're not?"

"No, of course we aren't."

"But..."

"But what, Melanie."

"Well, you two were living together for such a long time and..."

"Whoa, hold up, girl? Gail and I shared a flat. Yeah we were close, but... well, never was there any suggestion that we... Christ, she had her own bedroom, you know!"

Not a lie, Gail always did have her own bedroom. She just hadn't been in the habit of using it very much until Dmitri came into the scene.

"Oh no, I didn't know. But you two were together for so long..."

"Melanie, where are you coming from here? Gail and I are very close friends; more than friends in a way. Yeah we mucked about together; it stood to reason we would. Both Gail and I had similar artistic bents and appreciated the same sort of things. Geeks wasn't it... that you and your friends used to call us, especially when you knew we were listening?"

Melanie turned a brighter shade of pink than I managed to get out of her all day. And boy had I been trying hard on that score.

"I don't understand, Kevin. You and Gail... well you two were always together, even when we were at school."

"Gail and I shared a love of art and literature, Mel. I might add that we were conspicuously alone in the appreciation of both subjects, back in those days. It was only natural that we spent a lot of time together, and besides..."

"Besides, what?" Mel demanded.

"No, we'll leave that out of our conversation, if you don't mind. You could say that Gail and I had a few other personal traits in common that probably affected us more than you or most people will ever know."

"What...?"

"Mel, leave it, will you? Or I will take my bags and get off this bleeding tub right now!" I said angrily.

I don't know what Melanie made of my little outburst, because she did literally shut up. But the expression on her face was one of complete confusion. It didn't strike me at the time, but on reflection later. I suppose I figured that I'd been carrying a lot of excess baggage around with me for a very long time.

An expression that reminded me somewhat of a spoilt child came over Melanie's face. Then she grabbed some items from one of the dresser drawers, went into the cabin's en suite bathroom and closed the door.

I settled on the sofa that ran along one wall of the stateroom and twiddled my thumbs for a while; a very long while.

Well not exactly, having quite quickly got over my huff at remembering how the cookie crumbled when Gail and I were younger; I began to muse over the fun I'd been having all day, winding-up Melanie.

God alone knows how long Melanie was in that bathroom. I think I was all but asleep by the time she reappeared, dressed in a very... sheer (I suppose you'd call it) off-the-shoulder white satin-silk nightgown. Well, I think it was, silk?




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I know that it... well, it kind-of clung to Melanie's curves. It was completely opaque, mind you. So the garment hid everything from sight; but at the same time left very little to the imagination, if you understand me. Jesus, I had no difficulty in discerning that Melanie was naked as the moment she was born beneath it.

You know, from my perspective, it looked like Mel had completely capitulated, and that kinda took all the fun out of the game for me. If not out of the scenery I was treated to in that stateroom that night, and I had been around the boat's swimming pool earlier.

I'll admit that I'd expected Melanie to emerge from the bathroom dressed in... well, I'm not quite sure really. Maybe, what you might refer to as a granny nightgown. Or even, one of the engine-room crew's boiler suits. Definitely not a sheer nightdress, that hardly stretched halfway down her thighs.

I think I was bewitched by the sight of her for a few minutes. I know I had to quickly remember that I was supposed to be lustfully leering at her. Hey, maybe I was doing just that anyway; I'm buggered if I can remember now. I do believe I must have been in a state of shock for a while.

I watched in amazement, as Melanie flicked the main cover (or duvet) from bed and then slid under the modesty sheet.

A little explanation here might help folks, from less warm climes, understand that last statement. Generally the duvet's outer cover substitutes for a top sheet. However, in warmer climes, where one might decide to sleep without the benefit of the duvet -- especially when house staff might enter your bedroom with breakfast etcetera -- then very often a top (or modesty) sheet is used. Saves a lot of embarrassment all round, if you understand me. Especially if you are wont to sleep in the nude.

Now where the sod was I? Oh yeah, leering at Melanie as she slid into the bloody great bed.

"Well!" she demanded, "are you going to shower, or not?"

"Oh, definitely a shower, girl. I can be quite civilised when I want to be, you know."

"I can't believe that you're going to make me go through with this," she added, glowering at me again.

I just grinned back at Melanie and picked up my travel bag.

"Damn-it, Kevin; turn that ruddy light off, will you... please!" she replied to the 'leer' I'd given her in answer to her previous statement.

In response, I turned on the wall light at the end of the sofa I'd been sitting... no, watching the show from, and then turned off the cabin's main light. Melanie had turned the small bedside light on beside where she was lying. Then I headed into the en suite to carry out my own ablutions.

Taking as much time about it as I possibly could; I showered, shaved and splashed on some expensive antiperspirant (smellies) that Gail had bought me some time back.

"You'll have to fight them off!" Gail had grinned, when she gave it to me.

Then having left it -- I hoped -- long enough, I slipped on a t-shirt and a pair of beach shorts. Hey, I took as much time as I could because... well, I had been playing mind games with Mel all day and I was still playing. I hope you didn't think that I was the kind of person who would really take advantage of the situation she had found myself in. Christ, that would smack of desperation, and I'd never been that desperate for a... no leave it, you know what I'm talking about.

For some reason, I turned the bathroom light off before I opened the door. I can't be sure now, but I do believe that I was hoping that either Mel wouldn't be able to see me -- and how I was dressed -- in the dark. Or alternatively -- as was to turn out to be the case -- she might have fallen asleep. Technically, either scenario would mean that the game was still on -- for a while a least -- if you understand me.

Melanie didn't stir as I exited the bathroom. As quietly as I could, I went over to the bed and stared down for a little while at the vision of beauty lying there. Then I turned out her bedside light, and made my way back over to the sofa, where I made myself comfortable for the night. I do believe that I was asleep within moments of turning the wall-light off. Well, it had been a long day for me and I always find travel tiring.

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I have no idea what time the sun, wending its way through the cabin's curtained windows, woke me. Probably later than I first thought, because I'm sure I read somewhere that for complicated geometrical reasons, the dawn comes slightly later in the lower latitudes. And Naples must be at least a thousand miles south of London.

Whatever, Melanie was still dead to the world, and it looked to me as if she hadn't stirred much all night. Well, maybe just a little; that sheet wasn't quite as high as I remembered it from the night before. 

I rose, washed and changed into a shirt and a pair of slacks, then settled back on the sofa and got out my sketchpad and gear. From there, instinct took over.

Sorry, that's me. If I see something that... well, gets to me; then I have to draw it. Yeah, you might take a photograph, but I draw, sketch and even sometimes paint later. That's what artists do, you know. And if you haven't worked it out by now, I do -- as in draw and paint -- the naked female form. Only on this occasion -- for diplomatic reasons -- I'd decided to include my own interpretation of Mel's nightdress do-what's-it.

Again, I have no idea how long I was sketching Melanie before she awoke. It must have been some considerable time though, because I'd almost completed the sketch and I'd begun to think about finding another perspective to view her from.

"What are you doing?" Melanie suddenly broke the silence -- except for the faint hum coming of the air-conditioning vents -- in the cabin.

"Sketching," I replied.

Yeah well, I'd have thought that was obvious, so she got the obvious answer.

But I don't think Melanie was listening, by then she was sitting up in the bed and apparently staring at the side of the bed that she'd expected me to sleep in. Well, for some of the night anyway; if you understand where I'm coming from.

"You didn't...?"

"No, Mel... we definitely didn't! I know that for some reason you've always thought I was one; but I can assure that I'm not a complete arsehole; not by a long chalk. And I'm certainly not desperate enough to take advantage of an old friend. Even if the silly cow has painted herself into a corner."

"Kevin Matlow, you're a real bastard! You had me convinced yesterday that..."

"That what, Mel? That I was as big an arsehole as Billy Thornton was hoping to be? He certainly would have been playing hide the parcel with you all night."

"Kevin, you don't really think that I would have let him, do you?"

"Melanie. This is a bedroom, and that there thing you've been lying on all night, is a bed. And what's more, you've got sweet FA on under that... er, what-d'ya call it, you've got on."

"Tiger!"

"Tiger?"

"Never mind, Kevin. It's comfortable to sleep in, and it's never let me down in the... well, it's comfortable and that's what's important. Anyway what are you drawing there?" She asked, sliding out from under the sheet, coming over to where I was sitting and taking my sketchpad from my hand.

"Oh my! Is that me?"

"Well it ain't supposed to be Shirley Temple, that's for bleeding sure!"

"Kevin, I wasn't criticizing. Actually, I think you've flattered me! You've made me look like a film star or something. Is that how you see me?"

"I draw what I see, Mel... a beautiful and alluring woman lying... sleeping on a bed."

"You did away with the sheet."

"I used a little imagination." I made a point of looking down at Melanie's legs. "Yeah, much as I remember them from yesterday."

"Huh?"

"Mel, one has difficulty in deciding what was more revealing, that bikini you had on yesterday or that whatever-it-is you have on now."

"Oh, I see, you remembered my legs from yesterday. Got the hem a little high though, haven't you?"

"Artistic licence. Besides, it rode up like hell as you got into bed last night."

For some reason I couldn't work out, Mel seemed to smile when I said that. I'd've thought she would have been annoyed or embarrassed, but she showed no sign of either.

"What's this you've written at the bottom? If tomorrow never comes!"

"It's the title of a song. I give all my pictures names."

"Oh yes, Ronan Keating sang it didn't he?"

"He did, but it's actually a Garth Brooks number. Keating covered it."

"But..." Melanie said, stepping backwards and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"But what, Mel?"

"Well, it's a love song."

"So? That's a picture of a love-ly woman. A lovely woman who can be a real bitch when she chooses to be; but that's nothing unusual! However still a beautiful woman."

A rather strange expression came over Melanie's face. "Kevin..." she said, but then fell silent.

"Yes."

"Did you really think I was such a bitch when we were younger?"

"I don't know about the younger bit, Melanie. I think you are a real bitch... and I suspect, that if you didn't need my help now, you'd still be acting like one towards me."

"Oh, my God. Kevin, I never meant... well, I did mean to... but I never intended you to think... I was only trying to..."

Yeah well, if you've never been on the receiving end of a conversation like that, then you don't know what you've missed. All you can do, is sit back and wait until the person speaking decides to add a few explanatory endings to their sentences. 

My trouble -- that day -- was that Melanie did not add any explanatory endings to any of those sentences. She went on with her confusing half sentences and then suddenly broke down in tears.

Crying I did understand the meaning of. As to the why Melanie should suddenly become so upset that she turned on the water works? Yeah well, I had no idea what had caused her to do that.

Well, I was still trying to make some sense out of all those incomplete exclamations Melanie had rambled off, just a few seconds before. Hey, there were a whole load more of them than I've quoted here; my memory ain't that clever.

Now what does one do with a weeping woman? Yeah, good question; I can't say that up to that time on my life I'd had to deal with many. Well, not since the days of scraped knees and twisted ankles when I'd been a kid, I hadn't. And I'll admit that first sight of a couple of my works, had brought tears to the sitter's eyes, but nothing like how Melanie was going on.

Oh, and I'd seen Gail upset a few times over the years, but I usually felt, rather than saw that. Gail had always been a very physical person, and well, she tended to clock me one, if I upset her. Not that I minded all that much, she never hit me very hard. And well, to clout me she had to get close to me and... Yeah well, I told you my relationship with Gail was very physical, so once she was within grabbing and hugging distance... All transgressions kinda took a back seat, if you understand me. If you don't, you've lived a much too sheltered life!

I wasn't too sure if I was doing the right thing or not, but I went over and sat beside Melanie, put my arm around her shoulders and gave her a little hug. Well, a hug usually did the trick with Gail, so I kinda hoped it would do the same where Melanie was concerned.

I suppose you might say that it did, and didn't, at the same time.

Mel kept up the crying bit. Well I think she did; I couldn't see her face as she was suddenly pushing it into my chest.

No, damn-it a line from an old Nat King Cole number popped into my head. Melanie 'snuggled her head into my chest.' 

I was still trying to work out why that song had jumped into my brain when Melanie, with a faltering voice asked. "Was I really that bad?"

"A real bitch, girl, especially to Gail." I replied gently

"Well, what did she expect, she stole you from right under my nose, didn't she?"

Hey, there was some real venom in that statement. But by then, I was completely confused. Mind you, that was nothing new for me when women are around.

"How do you work that one out, Mel?" I asked, actually pushing her away a little so that I could see her face.

She stared up into my eyes and dropped the bomb on me. "Well, you were my boyfriend and Gail stole you away from me, didn't she!"

"Funny, that no bugger had ever bothered to mention to me, that Melanie and I had been considered a couple at the time?" Was the immediate question that jumped into my head.

"Mel, you and I were never a couple in the romantic sense."

"Maybe you didn't think so, but all the rest of the gang did!"

"But..." was all I could think of to reply.

Actually I was doing a quick mental recap, had Mel ever made any... well, romantic overtures, to me back then? Come to that, had I ever made any romantic overtures towards Melanie? Yeah I knew that at one time I was kinda wishing I had the nerve too, but... Yeah, there were all those macho guys kicking around and I'd seen how Melanie had seen the buggers off, if you understand me. Sodding embarrassing for the poor fools, I can assure you.

I had been at the age where I was just beginning to... well appreciate that females had other advantages besides making up the numbers when we were short of a full football team of guys. And considering the opposition, I'd kinda figured that Melanie was way out of my league. Shit Melanie wasn't just out of my league she was playing a whole different ballgame to me back then.

"Look Mel, I'm a little confused here. Are you telling me...?"

"Yes I am!" Mel blurted out, before I could finish my question. Which confused me even more.

But Melanie, you were going out with..." Shit, I couldn't remember Mel's first boyfriend's name.

"I only went out with Rowland, to try to make you jealous. After all, you were hung up on Gail at the time. I figured that if I showed interest in someone else, you might... but you didn't!"

"Er Mel, exactly where did you get the idea that I was hung-up on Gail when we were kids?"

"You told me yourself."

"I did... When?"

"In the school dining room a couple of weeks before the spring dance."

"News to me Mel! Buggered if I can remember it."

"We were sitting at a table together... Just the two of us. I told the other girls to leave us in peace because I thought that you were going ask me to go to the dance with you."

"Can't say I can recall the incident, off-hand."

"Well, that's what I and everyone else thought you were going to do that day. But all you seemed to be worried about was, whether Gail was going to be well enough to go to the dance. She'd been away from school for a few weeks with the chickenpox. Remember the day now.

"Oh yeah, I think I do. But you were... well, Rowland or whatever his name was, was all over you that day as I recall. And besides, I had no intention of asking Gail to go to the school dance. Well, the thought never crossed my mind; she was still in quarantine anyway. No one had been allowed near her for weeks and I thought she might like a one of us to call in to see her. I think, I was the only one of our crowd, who'd already had the chickenpox; so I was immune."

"You mean that you weren't going to ask Gail to the dance?"

"Jesus Melanie, had you ever seen me dance back then?"

"Well, no."

"Besides, she'd still have been in quarantine and dancing weren't really my thing back then anyway; until Gail taught me how."

"Yes, but... you and Gail went out together, didn't you?"

"Oh yeah, but for a very long time it was... well platonic really. Gail and I were like the odd ones out, if you remember? No one ever asked Gail out, and for some inexplicable reason I was..."

"You were what?"

"Well, all the girls I fancied were taken. Or..."

"Or, what?"

"Alright, for some reason I couldn't discern at the time, one had turned into a spiteful little bitch, and none of her friends would give me the time of day either!"

"You would have asked me to go out with you?

"I should imagine so; once I'd got up the nerve."

"Oh god, I messed up big time didn't I? I put the word out on you. I told the other girls that you weren't to be trusted and to stay well clear."

"Sorry Mel, I don't understand." 

"Kevin, I got it all wrong. There I was, expecting you to ask me to the school dance that day, and you started waffling on, talking about Gail. I thought... Well, I got mad and tried to make you jealous. I think now, that it all backfired on me. The more I tried to make you jealous... well, the closer I must have been pushing you and Gail together. Silly bitch!

"Then I got mad at Gail as well, but I suppose all I achieved then, was to push you further away, wasn't it?"

I was having just a little difficulty in getting my head around what Melanie was trying to tell me. Not surprising, what with all her half-made statements. I had to kinda make some sense of it, as we went along. But I'm not completely dumb -- well I wasn't by that time in my life -- I played it very low key.

"Ooh-ah, Mel. Is this some kind of an admission?"

"Jesus, Kev, you know it is! I misjudged everything, I thought... and all the time..."

"Melanie, can we stick to complete sentences please? I'm confused enough, as it is!"

"Damn it, Kev, I was jealous of Gail when I saw you two together and... oh god, I went about everything the wrong way, didn't I? Of course you were 'funny' with me when we met, because I'd always being a bitch to you."

"Mel!"

"Kevin, I'm sorry. I hung around close to the gang when we were children, just to be near to you. I think I was infatuated with you from the start, but we were just kids back then. Then I think I must have gone through puberty a little sooner than you did. You were worried about Gail that day, just because she was one of the gang, weren't you?" 

"Sure I was. Remember I'd been through that quarantine lark the year before; I knew what it was like being stuck in-doors for weeks on end and watching all the other kids playing out in the street."

"And I thought that concern was something it wasn't, and I got jealous. Christ, did I mess everything up! Now you're going to tell me, that you would have asked me to go to the dance with you."

"I should imagine so, if you'd hinted that you wanted me to take you... and I'd got the chance before that twerp did."

I didn't really want to let my guard down just yet, but Mel had me convinced that she'd misread my concern for Gail as affection... Yeah well, it was affection, but for a friend not... Oh bugger, I'm doing it now! Anyway, I'm sure from what I told you earlier you get my drift.

"So you set about making Gail and my lives a living hell, because you were jealous?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. I got really peed-off with you because you preferred Gail over me, after I'd followed you around like a lost puppy for so long. I suppose you're going to leave now aren't you?"

"I am; why?"

"Because now you know why I was always such a bitch to you... and Gail."

"And that changes what? We had a deal didn't we; I'm suppose to play your intended until we can ditch the Barmon's'."

"But..."

"But what, Melanie?"

"I was such a bitch..."

"Melanie there's an old saying... a couple actually. 'A deal is a deal!' and 'Better the bitch you know, than the bitch you don't know!' I made a deal with a bitch, and I intend to stick to my end of the bargain."

"You are, but why?"

"Because Mel... that's all... just because!"

"Bugger, I did make a real mess of things back then, didn't I?"

"You said it, girl!"

"Lend me your mobile phone please, Kevin?"

For some inexplicable reason, without even thinking about it, I found myself moving back to the sofa and retrieving my mobile phone from my art case. But as I held it out for Melanie to take, I began to wonder; considering that she had a phone of her own.

"Why, do you want my phone, Mel?"




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"Well, I assume that Gail's telephone phone number will be in there somewhere, and I need to eat some more humble pie."

"Not now, Mel. Gail and Dmitri don't get out of bed until..." 

"Dmitri?"

"Gail's husband."

"So you two really aren't...?

"Would I lie to you, Mel?"

"Kevin?

"Yes?"

"Why don't you come over here for a while? I think we've got a lot of catching up to do!

Mel and I shared a very late breakfast that morning. Actually, late breakfasts have become our thing.

And you know what... Well, one of these days, I'm really going to have to hunt out Billy Thornton... to apologize and thank the bugger. Scatterbrain he might be, but he surely knew what he was doing at Gatwick airport that morning.

Life goes on.

*

Colloquial clarifications: Ha'p'orth = halfpennyworth; Sort (a Sort/ the Sort) = an attractive female; rabbit = in conversation.



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William Worthy lay on his bed where he had just fucked his daughter's best friend and the daughter of his next door neighbors. He knew that he should be consumed with guilt; however, he felt pretty good. After his wife left, he had not dated at all for over five years. He quietly dated a few times after that but the results were not very satisfying. In fact, the effort expended just seemed too much for the results achieved so he just didn't try anymore. And now he was lying here in the afterglow of great, or at least satisfying, sex that was completely spontaneous. 

One reason that he had so easily dismissed the guilt of fucking the little girl next door is that he rationalized that it was morally better than fucking the little girl that was his daughter. He could see now that he had lusted after Maggie but now had a substitute in Tiffany. Tiffany seemed willing to play the part of his daughter and in his mind, when he came he had pumped his cum into the willing pussy of his sweet innocent daughter. He had never cum with such intensity, force and magnitude. It was with these thoughts that he drifted into sleep.

He was roused by Maggie as she burst into his bedroom saying, "Oh Daddy, there you are. You're missing a great party downstairs."

William looked at his bikini-clad daughter and thought, "You missed a great party up here." But he said, "I'm sorry honey. I was just a little tired and decided to take a short nap."

Maggie lay down beside her father and gave him a big hug pressing her beautiful breast into him and said, "I want to thank you for the party. It's the best."

As was her habit when she lay next to her father, she would put one leg over his leg. It was not a sexual thing on her part. It was simply a manifestation of the openness of her nature and unconsciously showed the love and trust she held for him. However, when William felt the firmness of her breast and the heat radiating from her body, his libido took over and his body began reacting in a sexual way. He knew that he had to get her to move before she felt his growing cock pressing against the entrance to her sexuality. 

They heard a movement at the door as Tiffany entered. "O.K. you two," she said. Cut out that lovey-dovey stuff. Maggie, they're looking for you downstairs."

"Thanks again, Dad," Maggie said to her father and to Tiffany she said, "O.K. Let's go."

"You go ahead," Tiffany said. "I want to thank your father and then visit the restroom."

Maggie bounded out of the room and back downstairs. Tiffany closed the door and went to William's bedside. She placed her hand under the sheet and took his rock hard cock in her small hand. "I thought so," she said. "Am I going to have to watch you all the time?"

She didn't wait for an answer as she pulled back the sheet and admired the cock that had brought her such extreme pleasure earlier this afternoon. He turned and sat on the side of the bed and reached out to hold her but she knelt between his legs and leaned forward kissing the head of his dick. William watched as she took as much of his manhood into her mouth as she could and worked her head back and forth. Tiffany was not experienced in oral sex. In fact, his was the first cock that she had willingly taken into her mouth but as she worked her head back and forth, he felt her tongue swirl around the head of his dick and felt nothing but pleasure.

"I'm about to cum," he said but she kept up the action on his cock. He pumped his jism into her mouth and she tried to swallow it all but her throat couldn't keep up with the volume he was shooting so soon cum was dripping from the corners of her mouth. She tried to capture the escaping cum with her tongue but a few drops found their way to her tan breast. She used a finger to collect those cum drops and put them back into her mouth. She cleaned his dick with her tongue.

"O.K. Big Boy, into the shower with you," she said. "I'll meet you downstairs but remember that down there, I'm your neighbor's daughter." She laughed as she left the room.

William showered and went downstairs. Some of the kids were leaving and thanked him for the party. Most had already left. Tiffany and Maggie were starting to clean up the mess that the partygoers had made. As things were beginning to get back to normal, William couldn't help but think how the definition of normal had changed from a little over a month ago until now. Normal five weeks ago would to think of his daughter and her best friend as children and now he was lusting after one and fucking the other. Suddenly the events of the day were catching up with him and be was tired.

"Is there enough stuff here that we could make a meal?" he asked the girls. 

"Sure," the girls said together. Maggie added, "We'll fix you something.

They went into the kitchen and got fresh cold cuts from the fridge. It was not that the meat that was out was not good but the girls wanted to do something special for him, each for their own reasons. The made him a sandwich and added potato salad and coleslaw to the plate. Since the group had dwindled to the three of them, they brought the beer out of hiding and served him one with his dinner.

"I don't know what I've done to have two such beautiful young women serving me but if you'll tell me what it is, I'll keep on doing it," he said and the three of them laughed as he sat down at the small table in the kitchen. "Seriously, I do appreciate both of you."

"It's not often that we get to do things for you," Maggie said. "But when we do, we like to because we love you, Daddy."

"That's right," Tiffany chimed in. "We love you, Daddy."

Both girls simultaneously kissed him on the cheek. Maggie gave him a loud smack of a kiss and Tiffany made a smacking sound with her lips and trailed her tongue across his ear. It was a good thing that he was sitting at the table because his cock became instantly rigid forming a tent in his loose trousers. After he finished his food, he took a second beer, said his good nights, and retreated to his bedroom. He turned on the news channel, put on his pajamas, and went to bed to drink his beer and watch the news.

Maggie saw his light on later as she went down the hall to the bathroom. After she had prepared for bed, she checked and his light was still on. She went in to say good night and found her father sleeping with the man on TV still talking about the events of the day. She went to the bedside and for the first time since she was a child, she kissed her sleeping father on the lips. It was just a touch of her lips against his but it made her feel good. There was something about his smell and the intimacy of it that made her want to do it again. This time, she made the kiss last a little longer and touched his lips with her tongue. She hurriedly turned off the TV and the lights and realized that she was turned on. She went into her bedroom and went to bed. 

Later that night, Tiffany slipped out of her bed and checked the Worthy house through her bedroom window. All the lights were out except the night-light that was always burning in the kitchen. She had an idea. She put on her slippers and robe and quietly went outside. Using the hidden back door key she let herself into the Worthy house and sneaked up to Mr. Worthy's bedroom. The journey up the stairs and down the hall seemed to take forever since she was moving so slowly lest she make any noise. Once she was safely in his bedroom, she locked the door, removed her clothes, and crawled into the bed that she had first visited that very afternoon.

As she crawled into his bed he stirred and Tiffany whispered, "Daddy, can I come and sleep with you? I don't feel too good. Can you make me feel better?"

"Oh course you can, honey," he said reaching out for her.

For a few moments, he was not sure which daughter it was, his own daughter Maggie or the daughter from next door, Tiffany. Whichever it was, he was getting a hard on. He felt her naked breasts press against his chest and the warmth of her body against him and knew that it was Tiffany playing the game. He wondered if he or she enjoyed the role playing more. She raised her left leg and slipped it between his legs. She could feel his stiff cock pressing against her stomach. Just the thought of the touch of his cock made her wet. She pushed her pussy forward until the bottom of his cock was rubbing her wet slit through his pajama bottoms. 

She reached down and released his dick through the fly of his pajamas. "She asked, "Daddy, what is this?"

"That's my penis," he replied. "That's how mommies and daddies have sex."

"Oh Daddy, that sounds like fun," Tiffany said as she rubbed his cock on her pussy. "Can we have sex?"

For a moment, reality sneaked in as the question Tiffany asked struck home. He answered the question with a voice so passionate it was shaking, "Yes honey. I'd be happy to show you how."

Tiffany crawled up on top of him and sat on his upper thighs. She leaned forward and started loosening the buttons on his pajama shirt feeling his throbbing cock between them. She asked, "Daddy, shouldn't you be naked, too?"

She opened his shirt and began working on his bottoms. He raised his hips so she could slide his pajama pants down his legs. She scooted down his legs in the process and he felt the wetness of her sex on his foot. She removed his pajama bottoms and sat back down on his foot so that his big toe on his right foot was in her pussy crack. Neither of them knew anything about foot fetishes but both of them knew this felt wicked. Tiffany slid back up his legs slowly, leaving a trail of pussy juice. When her face reached his crotch, she stopped and took his cock in both of her small hands and rubbed it over her face.

"Daddy, are you going to put this gigantic monster cock in my little pussy hole?" she asked.

"Yes honey, I'm going to slide my big dick in and out of you tiny pussy until we both feel better."

"Daddy, may I put it in me while I'm sitting on top of you?" Tiffany asked. 

Not waiting for an answer, she raised her hips so that the head of his dick was at the entrance of her golden haired pussy. She slowly lowered herself so that his cock was being buried in the tightness and wetness of her core. As Tiffany's velvet pussy enveloped him, both of them uttered a moan. Two rooms away, his daughter Maggie heard the collective moan as she was coming out of her deep slumber.

Through her grogginess, she was unaware of the nature of the sound but listened and heard another soft moan coming through the quietness of the house. He first instinct was to run to her father's side and comfort him. But as she listened, the moans did not sound hurtful. In fact, they sounded like what she imagined sex moans would sound like. She thought that he may have a woman in his room but dismissed that thought as silly. She decided that he was dreaming probably of her mother. 

She knew that someday she would be with a man and she had often dreamed that it would be her father. Tiffany had told her about her first time and how she had wished that she had done it with an older, more experienced man that she could trust. Maggie reasoned that she trusted no man like she trusted her daddy and wanted it to be him that took her cherry. She knew it was wrong but she wanted it.

Two rooms down the hall, Tiffany was straddling Maggie's father's hips and his huge cock was deep inside her pussy causing her body to shudder as waves of pleasure washed through her. They were determinedly humping against each other as Tiffany was leaning forward. Her sensitive breasts were pressed against his hairy chest and her lips were just inches from his ear. She was saying, "Daddy, fuck you daughter's little pussy. Oh Daddy, you're making your daughter's pussy feel so good. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me. Oh Daddy, you fuck sooo gooood."

"Oh Maggie, I love you so much," he half-said and half-moaned a bit too loud. He was in full climax and his cock was pumping ropes of hot cum into Tiffany's love canal. Both were in a state of bliss.

Maggie had moved quietly down the hall and was listening outside his door. She was listening to his moans from what she imagined was a dream of her mother. She was wishing it was her pleasuring him as she had her right hand inside her pajamas rubbing that little place between her legs that made her have those funny feelings. When she heard her daddy say, "Oh Maggie, I love you so much," in that lustful, melodic voice, her body tensed and she started trembling. A wonderfully pleasurable feeling was emanating from her virginal pussy and shooting like bolts of electricity throughout her entire body. She did not know it then but she was experiencing her first orgasm.

Her legs were weak and she slumped against the wall. Grabbing for something to keep from falling, her hand hit the doorknob to her father's bedroom. "I home he didn't hear me," she thought as she scurried as fast as she could back to her own room and jumped into bed.

Back in her father's bedroom, Tiffany and William froze when they heard the noise at the door. He thought they had been caught but she knew she had locked the door. He told her to dress as he hurriedly put on his pajamas. He checked the hallway and when he saw that it was clear, he gave her a sweet kiss and sent her down the back stairs. He went to Maggie's room to see if he could find out what Maggie had heard. When he got to Maggie's room, she was in bed under the covers but her light was on.

"Honey, are you awake?" he asked tentatively.

"Yes, Daddy," she answered. "Come on in."

"Honey, I heard a noise at my door," he said. "Was that you?"

"It was me," she answered. "I heard noises and came to see if you were all right. I tripped against the wall and hit your doorknob. I hope I didn't wake you up."

"I had a dream that woke me up," he lied. "You were in it"

"What was the dream about?" she asked.

"We were having a happy time together," he said trying to come up with a story. "We were at the party and we were dancing and having a good time."

She sat up in bed and put her arms around her father and hugged him close. She had meant to kiss him on the cheek but as both turned to kiss the other at the same time their lips met. She wanted to pull away but couldn't. He knew he should pull away but didn't. They were both filled with passion. Her pussy was leaking moisture and his just-fucked cock was as hard as a rock. After what seemed like as eternity, they pulled apart.

He said, "Maggie, I love you so much."

That was a phrase that would echo in her mind forever. She said, "I love you so much, too."

She leaned forward and kissed her daddy on the lips again but this time her mouth was slightly open and she snaked her tongue into action on her father's lips. Soon, they were kissing passionately and their tongues were dancing were dancing the ritualistic dance of passion soon to be fulfilled. Suddenly, as if he came to his senses, he stopped.

"We can't do this," he proclaimed. "You're my daughter. This is wrong."

"Yes Daddy," she said. "I am your daughter but this doesn't feel wrong. I love you, I admire you, I trust you, and I respect you. Those are all the things that girls are told to look for in a man. I've found all of them in you."

"My darling little girl," he said. "Hearing you say those things makes me feel so good but I can't … I mean we can't do what this is leading to."

Maggie released her hold on her daddy and let her hands fall. Her left hand fell into his lap and she felt his cock standing there poking against his pajamas. Before he could react, she opened the snap on his fly and released his manhood. She stroked the length of his cock and was amazed at the size. She had never seen an adult penis and did not realize that they got that big. She stared at his cock and continued to stroke it.

William sat there as if in shock. His daughter was stroking his cock and he knew that it would not take many more strokes to take him beyond the limit where he could stop. With every ounce of energy he could muster, he leaned forward and kissed his daughter somewhere on her face and moved off her bed. He said, "Maggie, I love you." He went back to his bedroom, locked the door, and masturbated to a mind-blowing orgasm. He went to sleep with the cum that would have been deposited in his daughter on the front of his pajama shirt.

William awoke the next morning and immediately wondered how the day would go with Maggie. He had gone further or, at least, had allowed things to go further than he thought possible. He could still remember his daughter's small hands holding his cock and look of admiration and lust on her face. He would have to have a long talk with her today. They had always been able to talk about things and he hoped that this would be the same. He showered, dressed, and went to find Maggie.

He went down the hallway and saw that her door was open and her bed was made. When he got downstairs, he smelled coffee brewing and went to the kitchen hoping to find her there. Instead he found a note on his favorite coffee cup. 

Daddy, I made coffee for when you got up. Have gone to church with Tiffany and will see you later. Love, Maggie

P. S. Tiff and I may do something after church like the mall. See Ya.

William poured a cup of coffee and wondered how much of their conversation would be about him. He also thought that he might be a little egotistical to think that any of their conversation would be about him. He was sure that two teenagers would be able to find something more interesting to talk about than him. What he did not know was that eighteen-year-old boys and girls were a lot alike in that nothing was more interesting to talk about than sex.

Tiffany could not wait to see if Maggie was suspicious about the activities of last night. She knew that Maggie had not seen her but didn't know if she had left any tale-tale signs behind. She also knew that she had taken a big chance breaking into the Worthy house to fuck Maggie's daddy but the urgency of her desire was so strong that it had clouded her reasoning. She was soon to find out that Maggie had an agenda of her own.

"Let's go to our place," Maggie said. "I need to talk with you."

Maggie and Tiffany had maintained a hideout as long as each could remember. It was a clearing in a small patch of woods near their houses. Tiffany saw that Maggie had something serious on her mind and was hoping that she was not involved. They arrived at the hideout and pulled out the old blanket they had stashed there to sit on.

"I think that I am ready to have sex," Maggie announced. "I've been thinking about it and I want to try it but I have some questions first."

Tiffany was relieved that the conversation was not about what Maggie's daddy had done last night. "What kind of questions do you have?" she asked.

"Well, I've read all the books and stuff but there's a lot that is not there," Maggie began. "For example, do all men have about the same size or do big men have big ones and little men have little ones?"

"I haven't seen a lot of them but as far as I can figure, the size of the man doesn't mean that the size of his thing is necessarily big or little." Tiffany answered and then decided to cut to the chase and ask the core questions. "Maggie, why are you suddenly so interested in having sex? Do you have someone in mind or are you going to pick someone at random?"

"I've been interested for a long time but I waited until I was eighteen," Maggie said. "Also, last night I had my first real orgasm. Daddy was dreaming about sex, I think, and I was listening outside his door. In his dream when he had his orgasm, he said, 'Maggie, I love you so much.' I was playing with myself and I had an orgasm, too. I want to do it for real and I want my Daddy to be the one. The only thing is the size of his thing. I've seen it and it's huge. I don't know if I could get it inside me down there."




The Substitute Ch. 2



Tiffany now knew more than she wanted to. Maggie knew that he climaxed last night but had somehow been convinced that it was a dream. The big question in Tiffany's mind was how to handle this situation. 

"I don't guess that I have to point the one big drawback in your plan, do I?" Tiffany asked. "You're talking about incest and I think that everyone will tell you that it's wrong to screw around with your relatives."

"Yeah, I know about that," Maggie replied. "But the best I can come up with is that incest rules were made when there was no birth control and stuff and babies were being born deformed. If you're not going to have babies, why does it matter if you fuck your daddy or some boy from high school? Plus if you're that concerned about right and wrong, you have to wait until you're married to have sex and nobody does that anymore. 

"Anyway the bottom line is: will you help me or not?"

"Of course, I'll help you but I don't know how I can help you get your Dad to fuck you," Tiffany said.

"That's not the kind of help I need," Maggie said. "I need you to tell me just how to do it especially the first time. I know the first time hurts but is there a way to keep it from hurting so much?" 

… And so the conversation went. The more the girls talked about sex and Maggie's Dad's cock, the hotter they became. Tiffany had become horny thinking about fucking William and could draw on recent experience to fuel her flames. The talk about the possibility of fucking Daddy had raised Maggie's virginal libido to a level of full desire and the thought of holding Daddy's hard stiff cock in her small hands last night had her to the boiling point. In short, there were two eighteen-year-old teenagers sitting in a thicket surrounded by the urban sprawl of a small city and both of them had sopping wet panties. Tiffany had come up with a plan. She wasn't sure if the plan was conceived as a tool to instruct or as a way to satisfy their lust but they would role-play. Tiffany would be Daddy and instructor.

"Most adult men don't just jump right in and do it," Tiffany explained. "They take their time and allow you to enjoy sex as well. I think that your Dad would probably take his time and might do something like this."

Tiffany put her arms around Maggie and pulled her close to her and began kissing her face around her eyes and down to her lips. Maggie was surprised at the actual caressing but knew that Tiffany had experience in sexual matters and decided to stay for the lesson. Tiffany kissed Maggie full on the lips and said, "Honey, you have such tender lips that I have wanted to kiss for so long but didn't because you are my daughter."

Tiffany continued to kiss Maggie until she responded in kind. Tiffany introduced her tongue and after a momentary delay, Maggie joined her. The two girls were openly kissing passionately, entangling tongues and holding each other tightly. They separated and both were almost panting for breath. 

"Are you O.K., Honey?" Tiffany asked using William's pet name for his daughter. 

Maggie nodded her head in a tentative affirmative answer.

Tiffany raised her hands and took hold of both of Maggie's breasts. She lightly flicked the nipples with her thumbs and repressed a moan when she felt them harden under her ministrations. She said, "You have such lovely breasts. Any man would love to hold these and play with them, even your father. Is it O.K. to open you blouse so Daddy and see your lovely titties?"

Tiffany did not wait for an answer as she began unbuttoning and removing the blouse. She quickly unsnapped and removed Maggie's bra. He lips were immediately on those virgin nipples. Maggie was moaning as Tiffany tortured her nipples with her lips, tongue, and teeth. As she worked on Maggie’s nipples, she unzipped her skirt and lowered her panties until the garments fell on the leafy grass. As Tiffany’s left hand caressed Maggie’s ass, her right hand slipped between her legs. She found Maggie’s pussy to be almost dripping wet. She rubbed her fingers through Maggie’s bush and found the little nubbin that she was looking for. 

Tiffany slipped a finger into Maggie’s tight virginal pussy and worked it back and forth. She extended her thumb to lightly rub Maggie’s clit. Maggie was just moments away from her first orgasm induced by another person. Her body had started to tremble and her legs were losing the ability to support her. She was sinking to the ground and Tiffany was guiding her down comfortably while pumping one finger in and out of her pussy and working her thumb over her clitoris. Maggie was lying on the grassy bed of earth. Her body was out of control and was flopping about in full orgasm.

"Maggie, I love you so much," Tiffany said in as low a voice as she could muster thinking that if Maggie could pull off her plan to fuck her Daddy, she would hear the phrase again and possibly tie it to her. 

When Maggie heard the phrase, it was already a familiar and welcome one and hearing it while in the throes of passion pushed her to a higher level. Lightning bolts of pleasure were shooting through Maggie's body and the thunder was in her lungs. She had to let some of the orgasmic pleasure out or she was sure she would explode. She was trying to tell Tiffany how good she felt but the guttural sounds escaping from deep inside her throat were unintelligible except in the universal language of passion. 

Tiffany was the teacher but something happened that she could not explain. She kept having mini-orgasms. When it was obvious that Maggie was riding the big O, she would have a little orgasm, also. This continued for quite a while and both girls lost track of time. Tiffany had never seen another woman's pussy up close and thought that this was a golden opportunity. She moved around between Maggie's legs and inserted the index and forefingers of her right hand into Maggie's tight pussy and continued to work them in and out. She leaned forward and rested her weight on her elbows as she observed how the muscles around the pussy seemed to be trying to pull her hand in deeper.

In this position, it was only natural to taste Maggie's pussy. Tiffany's analysis was that it tasted pretty good, kind of sweet but with a touch of musk. She explored further and began licking the little nubbin of a clit she found nestled in the folds of Maggie's sweet nether lips. Maggie's body was bucking and jumping. Spontaneous sounds were coming from her and Tiffany was holding on sucking, licking, and finger fucking. 

Suddenly, Maggie knew that she had all the pleasure she could stand. She pushed at Tiffany's head and Tiffany understood. She took her head from between Tiffany's legs and kissed her way up her body. Tiffany rested her weight on her elbows and held Maggie. She used her weight to roll Tiffany onto her side and they lay there holding each other as Tiffany slowly came back to reality. Maggie had on no clothes and was wet with sweat from head to foot. She was thinking that if sex with her best friend, another female, was this good, she couldn’t wait to have sex with her Daddy.

Tiffany was thinking, "I started fucking Maggie's daddy to keep him from seducing her and now I am having sex with her to see if I can keep her from seducing him. I hope I can be of some help but I sure am enjoying myself."

"I'll work with you and help you get ready to fuck," Tiffany said to Maggie. "When we are finished, you'll be ready to fuck anybody."



The Substitute Ch. 3



Tiffany was still trying to decide how to proceed with Maggie's request to help her in the seduction of her father. From her special situation of fucking Maggie's father, being Maggie's best friend and confidant, and now being thrust into the role of training Maggie for sex, she knew that there would be no difficulty in getting them together. Their desire or lust for each other was very strong and left to their own devices, it would happen sooner or later. Her bet was on sooner rather than later. She came back to the problem at hand. She thought that she could string her best friend along for a while and might even have some fun doing it.

The idea hit Tiffany while at school on Monday. She had four dildos hidden in her bedroom and one of them was a little smaller than William's aroused cock. She would use it to demonstrate to Maggie how sex worked. After school, she rushed home to find an empty house and a note telling that her mother had gone shopping but would be home in time to fix dinner. She rushed up to her room and dug out the correct fake cock and washed it to get all of her smell off of it. She dried it and put it in a paper bag to transport next door to Maggie.

Maggie did not know what Tiffany was up to but was excited at the prospect of her fantasy coming true. They were sitting on Maggie's bed discussing what they were going to do.

"You will have to get some type of birth control," Tiffany said.

"I've been taking birth control pills since I was fifteen to help regulate my periods." Maggie revealed.

"For real?" Tiffany asked. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It just never came up," Maggie brushed it aside but, in reality, she was embarrassed to be taking them so young.

"I'll teach you all I know about sex but we'll take it step-by-step," she explained. "When I think you're ready, we'll move to the next step. When we are through, you will know enough to fuck any man you want to. Do you agree to do it my way?"

"Sure, of course," Maggie agreed happy to have a friend with experience helping her. "How long do you think it'll take?"

"That all depends on how quickly you catch on to it," Tiffany said as she secretly planned on taking as long as she could. "We're about ready to get started but there is one other thing you must agree to. You cannot fuck him until I say you are ready and you have to tell me everything that goes on between you, no matter how small. Okay?"

"Okay," Maggie said eager to get started.

Tiffany moved over next to Maggie and put her arms around her. Their lips came together and immediately their tongues were in each other's mouths. Tiffany started removing Maggie's clothes. She removed her blouse and started planting little kisses in the area above her breasts. She unhooked and removed Maggie bra and sucked the eraser-sized nipple of her left breast into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue. After a couple of minutes, she moved to the right breast. Each time her mouth accepted a nipple, Maggie would gasp then moan. Tiffany rested her right hand on the inside off Maggie's thigh. She was rubbing lightly back and forth each time coming closer and closer to the heat between her legs. Then finally, she cupped Maggie's mound and felt the dampness of her panty-covered pussy.

Tiffany pulled Maggie's panties aside her and pushed her thumb into her wet pussy. Maggie was moaning and with no more action than had happened, she felt a climax coming on. She felt it coming but she could not quite achieve it. It seemed to be just out of her reach, so near and yet so far away. Maggie didn't know that Tiffany had planned it this way. Tiffany wanted her hot but she didn't want her to cum right away. Her goal was to keep and Maggie on the edge for a long time. In fact, she had her right where she wanted her. Maggie's pussy juice was flowing down the crack of her ass lubricating her rosebud of an asshole. Tiffany slipped her forefinger into the slick hole and held her with a bowling ball grip. She slowly moved her finger and thumb in and out while Maggie's moans became louder.

When she thought Maggie was ready, she leaned forward and took her clit into her mouth and tortured the little nubbin with her tongue. Maggie felt the orgasm that had been lurking just out of reach move over her body. It was powerful and struck to her very core. It was like electricity was dancing over her body. She could not hold still. The sensations were so great that they wracked her body. Tiffany did not let up but instead reached into the paper bag and pulled out the dildo. Without hesitation, she pushed it into Maggie's pussy past her hymen and up to the hilt.

Maggie felt a little sting as the dildo took her virginity but her orgasm was so strong that she could not feel the pain. Tiffany continued to lick and suck on Maggie's clit until it became too sensitive to continue and she pushed Tiffany's loving tongue away. Tiffany crawled up the bed and placing her arms around Maggie, she stroked her back and ass while she came down. The dildo was still inside Maggie's pussy. Tiffany and Maggie were kissing lovingly. Suddenly, Maggie reached down and felt the end of the dildo sticking out of her pussy. She sat halfway up as she pulled it out. She saw that it was coated with her juices and traces of blood.

"I can't believe that this big thing was inside me," she exclaimed. "This is almost as a big as my daddy's thing and I didn't even know that you put it into me."

"I guess that answered your question about a big cock going into your little pussy," Tiffany said.

"Can I ask you a question?" Maggie inquired.

"Sure," Tiffany replied.

"Since I love the things you do to me so much and cum so hard, am I a lesbian or maybe bi?" she asked.

"Of course not," Tiffany replied. "This is his practice for the real thing."

Tiffany was not sure of her answer. All she knew for sure was that doing what she had done to Maggie had made her so hot and horny that she could hardly stand it. She flipped up her skirt and pulled her panties down. Her right hand went directly to her clit in she started rubbing it from side to side. She was going so fast that all Maggie saw was a blur in front of Tiffany's pussy. Wanting to help her friend, Maggie took the dildo coated with her juices and pushed it into Tiffany's love tunnel. She pushed Tiffany's hand out of the way and took her clit into her mouth. She licked and sucked on the little nubbin while pushing the dildo in and out. Tiffany came with a shudder and pulled Maggie's mouth from her pussy and kissed her deeply. As their tongues danced in each other's mouth, they shared each other's juices and truly loved each other.

They heard Maggie's father, William Worthy, enter the house and they hurriedly dressed and went over to Maggie's computer and turned it on. Tiffany went to AOL and used its search engine to look up biology. When William stopped by the open door of the bedroom, the girls were looking at a screen describing monozygotic and dizygotic twins.

"Here's my girls," he said cheerfully. "Whatcha doing?"

"Hi Daddy," Maggie greeted him. 

"We're just studying biology and the reproductive system," chimed in Tiffany, who enjoyed the double meaning of the statement. 

"Daddy, do you know what makes twins?" Maggie asked. "Because I do."

William smiled at her enthusiasm and felt a little twinge in his cock as he looked at the two girls. He said, "Sure honey, it's the way the egg is fertilized but don't expect me to remember the scientific terms."

He turned away from the door before his growing cock became evident to the girls. As he went to his bedroom he couldn't help but think that it was time to plan a fuck session with Tiffany. Little did he know that she was already planning a liaison with him and was just waiting for a safe time. Back in Maggie's room the girls were talking.

"Do you think that Daddy was getting a hard on?" Maggie asked. "I think I saw it move."

Why wouldn't he?" Tiffany answered with a question. "After all he was looking at two very sexy young girls."

"Oh you," Maggie laughed. "I've got to go start dinner. Wanna stay?"

"Yeah but I can't tonight," she replied. "If his door is open, I'm going to harass your father."

They shared a laugh and then Tiffany shocked Maggie by kissing her fully on her lips in the upstairs hallway with her dad just in his room. She was shocked but she did enjoy the excitement of the possibility of getting caught. As Maggie went down to the kitchen, Tiffany made her way to William's room. The door was open and she walked in. She placed a kiss on his lips and as she snaked her tongue through his teeth, she took his semi-turgid penis into her right hand and squeezed it through his pants.

"Daddy, when are you going to give me some of this?" she whispered in his ear.

"As soon as I can," he replied. "Where's Maggie?"

"She went to the kitchen to start dinner," she said as she removed her panties and leaned over the back of a chair.

William dropped his pants and boxers and stepped up behind Tiffany allowing his stiff cock to slide in between her legs. He was pleasantly surprised that she was so wet and attributed it to her desire for him, which turned him on even more. Little did he know that part of the wetness that he was enjoying was his daughter's saliva from when she was licking Tiffany's clit just before he came home. William bent his knees and slid his engorged cock into her tight, wet cunt. As he pumped his cock into her from behind, he put his arm around her and rapidly rubbed her clit. 

Tiffany went into the mantra she used when fucking with William, "Oh Daddy. Oh Daddy. Oh Daddy."

"Maggie, I love you so much," he said as he began pumping his cum into Tiffany's pussy.

Felling his hot cum invade her pussy pushed her over the edge and she began a gentle but very pleasing orgasm. As her orgasm began to build it was hard to stay quiet but she knew she had to do so. William was still inside her and his arms were wrapped around her, a breast in each hand. 

His chin was over her shoulder and he whispered into her ear, "You make me very happy."

She started to reply but was interrupted. "Hey, you two," Maggie yelled from the bottom of the stairs. "What are you doing up there?"

"Be down in a minute," Tiffany yelled back as she and William disengaged and began repairing their clothes.

Tiffany went down first, as William needed a few minutes to regain his composure. She went into the kitchen and found Maggie stirring something on the stove.

"You guys were up there a long time," Maggie said. "What's up?'

"I was up there fucking your father," Tiffany said teasingly but noticing the frown on Maggie's face at the thought of it, she added. "Actually, we were talking about you."

"Really, what?" Maggie asked.

"He was saying how much he loved you," Tiffany said enjoying her little secret joke. "I've got to run before Mom calls out the infantry to find me."

Tiffany patted Maggie on the ass and as she was going out the door, William came into the kitchen.

"So, I hear that you love me," Maggie said with a lilt in her voice. "Or at least that's the rumor that Tiffany is spreading."

"I do love you very much, honey," he said. "Does that come as a surprise to you?"

"Of course not," she said as she put her arms around his neck intending to kiss him on the lips. She would have except he started to turn his face away from her and her kiss landed on the corner of his mouth. A spark of sexual energy flowed through both of them. She went back to fixing their dinner and he went to the TV to watch the evening news. Maggie and her dad knew that there was a strong physical attraction between them. Maggie knew where she planned for it to go and William knew where he fantasized that it would go. She was working to Tiffany's timetable and he not knowing the depth of her desire, was restrained by not wanting to scar his only daughter psychologically in some way.

She served their dinner and they ate with pleasant conversation mostly about her activities at school and a little about his work. Afterward, he offered to help wash and dry the dishes. She accepted his offer and they stood side-by-side in front of the double sink, she washing and he wiping. Both their minds were in the process of taking little side trips but they were aware of the closeness of each other's bodies when their hips would causally touch from time to time. When the last piece was washed and dried, they turned toward each other and she put her arms around him and pulled herself close enough to him that she could feel his half to three-quarters erection.

"Thanks for being such a great daddy," she said as her lips softly pressed against his.

He could feel her full, firm breasts with their hard nipples pressing against his chest, the warmth of her pussy on his groin, and the softness of her lips on his. She was fully aware of his now rigid cock pressing against her stomach and his balls gently pressing against her pussy. Just as their tongues met, they quickly disengaged. She went to her room and he went to the downstairs bathroom and locked the door. Moments later he had his pants and underwear around his ankles and his right hand was fervently stroking his fully aroused organ. He made no mental pretense. In his mind, he was fucking his daughter, Maggie.

Meanwhile, Maggie lay on her bed with Tiffany's cock in her pussy. Her right hand was plunging the dildo in and out of her pussy and her left was rapidly rubbing her clit. In her mind, her dad's huge cock was fucking her. They came simultaneously, he into the wash basin of the downstairs bathroom and she behind the locked door of her bedroom. 

During their lunch break the next day at school, Maggie related the incident to Tiffany. Reliving it aroused Maggie and hearing it caused moisture to form between Tiffany's legs. As soon as school was out for the day, the two girls were on their way to Maggie's bedroom to resume Maggie's sexual tutoring sessions. As tutor, Maggie was well beyond her personal sexual experiences but was relying heavily on a book she had found a while ago in the back of the upper shelve of her parents closet. Before she left for school that morning, she had slipped her largest dildo and her smallest one into her purse.

Even though their urgency was great, they took their time and removed all their clothes. Remembering yesterday, they locked the bedroom door and turned on the radio loud enough to drown out their noises unless they really got carried away. Maggie was already on the bed and Tiffany crawled up beside her and they embraced. Their bodies fit together so well. One might think that their breasts would get in the way but instead they fit together very sensuously with Tiffany's peaks fitting into Maggie's valleys and vice versa. Their hard nipples dug into the smooth skin of each other's chest as their lips met and their tongues danced.

As usual, Tiffany the teacher initiated further action. She kissed her way down to her friend's breasts and licked the aerole and nipple of her right breast eliciting moans from her. After a long two or three minutes, she moved to the other breast and did the same. Maggie enjoyed everything that Tiffany had done to her and this time was no exception. She could feel that climatic sensation began as Tiffany licked and kissed her way down to her pussy. Tiffany selected the smaller dildo and worked it into Maggie's cunt. Maggie wondered what was going on because the fake cock felt so small but in just a minute or so, Tiffany removed it and to Maggie's delight, replaced it with a much larger dildo. Tiffany gave Maggie's throbbing clit a swipe or two with her tongue before taking it into her mouth and sucking and licking it. 

Maggie let out a squeal as she felt Tiffany pushing the smaller dildo into her tiny asshole. It was a little uncomfortable going in but at the same time, she felt her orgasm begin. A warm sensation wafted over her almost as if she had blushed. Although it started small, her orgasm began to crescendo, as waves of pleasure washed over her like the warm waves of an incoming tide. Her orgasm continued to build until it was impossible for her to stay still. She was bucking against Tiffany's mouth so hard that it was extremely difficult for her to stay engaged. Wanting to give her best friend and lover as good an orgasm as possible, Tiffany hung in there and pumped the dildos in and out of Maggie's love tunnel and butt as she thrashed beneath her. 

Finally, Tiffany crawled up beside Maggie and held her as she came down. It was an intense orgasm and she was experiencing little after shocks. She needed to and indeed wanted to return the favor but she was totally spent from Tiffany's ministrations and was unable to move. Tiffany let her lie there for a few minutes but when she thought Maggie was falling asleep she roused her.

"Come on girl," Tiffany said. "No time for sleeping now. We've got plans to make."

They washed their faces and dressed. They hurried away from the house in an effort to find a place where their conversation would not be interrupted. Tiffany had been thinking about it and had come to the conclusion that the only reason that she was encouraging Maggie to stay away from her father sexually was for her own selfish reasons. She wanted to continue fucking William and playing sex games with his daughter but she knew that the two of them belonged together. She knew that once William started fucking his daughter, she would have to find another outlet for her sexual urges but she also knew that she was doing the right thing. About halfway down the street, William's car pulled up next to them along the curb.

He powered down the window on the passenger side of the car and asked, "Where are you guys going?"

"We were going down to the soda shop," Maggie answered feeling proud that she could make up an answer so quickly.

"What do you have planned for dinner?" he asked.

"We thought that you might like to take two beautiful young girls out to eat tonight," Tiffany chimed in.

"That just might be arranged," he replied. "Clear it with your mother and be ready to go at six. You girls want a ride back to the house?"

"No thanks," they said in stereo and continued, "We'll walk."

"Okay, here's the plan," Tiffany said. "We'll both dress sexy and do what we can to turn him on. We have to make sure that he has a couple of strong drinks. We'll both be on a date with him but you will take him home."

William was instantly aroused when he saw the two teenagers dressed and ready to go. Maggie was wearing a tight black dress that came down to just past mid-thigh. A simple string of faux pearls accentuated her cleavage. Tiffany was wearing a white dress that was tight through the bodice showing off her ample breasts and short enough to make a man think that at anytime he might see her possibilities. Both of the girls wore stockings and high heels. Maggie was wearing panty hose but Tiffany was wearing full stockings held up by a garter belt. They flipped a coin to see who would sit in the front seat and Tiffany won.

Tiffany waited until William was already in the driver's seat before she got into the car. She did not try to keep her dress down and he saw her garter belt and a flash of her pink panties. It had the effect on William that Tiffany had planned and she noticed the tenting of his pants. He looked into the back seat to see if Maggie had noticed anything and found himself looking directly up Maggie's skirt at her creamy white inner thighs. His cock was at full attention.

Tiffany turned in her seat and said to Maggie, "We're going to have a good time tonight," she said as she reached over into William's lap and squeezed his turgid cock. "We're out with one of the most handsome and sexy men in town."

"Yeah, you're right," Maggie agreed. "Do you think he puts out?"




The Substitute Ch. 3



Before she turned back to the front, she gave his cock another tug and he just about shot his load into his pants in the driveway of his home.

"Okay, you two, behave yourselves, He said with mock severity as he backed out of the driveway and headed down the street.

William had meant to take them to a fast food place or at the most, a small steak house. When he saw them, he knew his plans were changing. He was headed for his country club, which he had called ahead to arrange dinner for the three of them. Since William Worthy was well liked in their town and at the country club, they got a good table overlooking the eighteenth green. The girls ordered Virgin Marys and William ordered a Scotch and water. The three of them laughed and talked during dinner. When William's glass was empty, one of the girls would suggest another round. 

Tiffany was seldom out of contact with William. She would touch his leg with her foot or as they were laughing about something she would touch his arm or rub his shoulder and say something innocuous. It was "Oh, Mr. Worthy," or "That is so interesting," Once when Maggie left the table momentarily, Tiffany surprised William by reaching under the tablecloth and rubbing his inner thigh up to his crotch; however, she received a surprise when her hand felt his fully erect cock tenting his trousers.

After dinner, the girls wanted to go dancing in the ballroom and William obliged. They would only dance the slow ones with him and they let him rest during the fast numbers. They made sure that that they danced close to him letting their young bodies rub against him. The scotch was allowing him to lose his inhibitions and he was more openly letting the girls feel his cock that was pressed between him and the girl with which he was dancing. Tiffany would sneak feels of his cock when she felt that it was safe.

The last time that Tiffany had led William to the dance floor, she noticed that he was beginning to shuffle his feet a little. She wanted him a little drunk but not over served. She started planting seeds about going home.

"Daddy, I want to feel your big cock in my tiny virgin pussy," Tiffany whispered into his ear as they were dancing. "I'm all wet thinking about it."

"Oh Honey," he replied. "Do you think that it is possible tonight? I am so horny for you."

"I'm ready to go home when you are," she stated. "We can figure out the rest from there."

She had thought that getting William out of the Country Club would be a hard job but she had dangled the right carrot in his face and just like a horny bunny, he was hopping toward it. It was decided that Maggie would drive home. As they walked to the car, he put an arm around the waist of each girl. William had a beautiful girl on each arm and his stiff prick was standing straight out as if pointing the way. The ride home was uneventful. William tried to surreptitiously feel Tiffany's breast but was quietly rebuffed.

When they arrived at the Worthy household, Maggie and Tiffany put their arms around to steady William into the house. Tiffany had overestimated William's ability to hold his liquor and was now afraid that he would overestimate his ability to walk. She was afraid that he might trip on the stairs. He would not accept help so Maggie announced that she was going to the bathroom. As soon as she was out of the room, William grabbed Tiffany and kissed her. It was a rather sloppy kiss.

"Come to my room tonight," he pled. "Feel how hard my cock is. Will you come?"

Tiffany whispered, "Okay. Don't wear any pajamas to bed."

When Maggie returned to the room, the three of them said their goodnights and separated. William went up to his bedroom undressed completely, went to bed and quickly fell asleep. Maggie walked outside with Tiffany.

"I think we got him too drunk," Maggie said.

"I think so too," replied Tiffany. "But it might not all be lost. "Wait awhile and slip into his bedroom. If he really is passed out, you can play with him and get to know his cock better."

They giggled at the joke and gave each other a loving hug and separated. Tiffany went home wondering what would happen in the Worthy house tonight. Maggie went to her bedroom and undressed. She lay nude on her bed and was disappointed at the events of the evening. She had so looked forward to fucking her Daddy tonight. Suddenly, like a light coming on, she remembered what Tiffany had said about playing with her dad. She knew that Tiffany meant it as a joke but why not?

Without dressing, she tiptoed down the hallway to his room and slipped inside. There was no light in the room but she could easily find the bed. She crawled under the covers only to find that her dad was lying on top of them. She quickly adjusted and was soon lying on her side propped up on her right arm. She very tentatively reached out her left hand and it touched in the area of his stomach. He did not stir. The lack of reaction emboldened her to continue. She reached lower feeling through his pubic hair until her fingers found his half-erect cock. She wrapped her fingers around its shaft and it began to grow.

She got onto her knees as if worshipping at his midsection. She leaned forward and kissed the head of her daddy's cock and engulfed it into her mouth as it came to full staff. She was holding his cock with both hands and moving her head up and down. His cock was bumping the rear of her mouth but the fact that she was in control and had practiced the exercises that Tiffany had her do with the dildos allowed her to control her gag reflexes. She thought about trying to swallow the head of his cock but she didn't want to awaken him just yet plus she would like for him to be awake to enjoy it if and when she did it. 

Maggie was more turned on than she had ever been before. Her juices were flowing down the tender insides of her thighs. She reached down and placed her hand over her mound and allowed one finger to invade her pussy lips and slide across her erect clitoris. She knew at that moment that she was going to fuck her daddy then and there while he was asleep. She had access to his stiff cock and she wanted, no needed it deep inside her. Besides if he were awake, he might stop her.

She very carefully straddled his thighs and took his cock in her hand. She rubbed its head through the wetness of the insides of her vulva. When his cock passed over her clit, she almost went into orgasm. She was shaking from desire but did not want to go yet. She placed the helmet of her daddy's cock at the entrance to her pussy and push forward with her pelvis. She felt his cock enter her wet pussy and was in paradise. She had never imagined that it would be like this with him sleeping and her, in fact, raping him. She had always imagined him as the aggressor. But none of that mattered now as his huge cock was sliding into her love canal filling her up. 

She was wrought with emotions. She was fulfilling her ultimate fantasy, fucking her father. She didn't know whether what she was feeling was an orgasm or pure personal satisfaction. Then it hit her and she knew the difference between what she was feeling and an orgasm. It exploded like a volcano in her pussy and boiled up and throughout her body. She was in ecstasy and was losing control.

"Oh Daddy, oh my god Daddy," she yelled waking William.

Even though he was still groggy from the alcohol and the ensuing sleep, the flexing of her vaginal walls milking his cock made him know that he was not alone. He, of course, thought it was Tiffany and her calling him Daddy was just a part of the game. Maggie fell forward and pressed her breast into her daddy's chest.

She whispered into his ear, "Oh Daddy, I love you."

"Honey, I love you so much," he whispered back as each of his hands grabbed an ass cheek and he started pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. "I'm glad you came to my bedroom tonight."

She was enraptured by his words and was unaware that he was not talking to her but to Tiffany. She was also unaware that she had become the substitute for her substitute. The axiom that 'ignorance is bliss' was being proven here tonight. When William rolled her over and started seriously fucking her, she was in heaven and when she felt his hot cum erupt deep inside her quivering pussy, she exploded for a second time. This time it was with the mistaken knowledge that her father had wanted her and had taken her as a woman. 

While it was true that he wanted her and had taken her, it was without his knowledge of with whom he was fucking. He was continuing to play the game with the beautiful young girl next door and was unaware that he had incestuously fucked his daughter even though every time he had fucked Tiffany, in his mind he was fucking Maggie. When his cock had deflated to the point of slipping out of his daughter, he rolled over onto his side. Maggie moved in order to clean his cock with her mouth. She enjoyed the mixture of his cum and her juices and when she was finished, she crawled up beside him and entwined in each other's arms, they drifted into the satisfied sleep that only lovers can enjoy. 

William was the first to awaken and was surprised that Tiffany was still in bed with him but was happy that she was. He had an erection and he was not one to waste an erection or an opportunity. She was lying with her back to him and he quickly decided that he would mount her from the back. He scooted down a bit in the bed and used his right knee to slightly lift her right leg so he could slip his cock into her pussy that was still wet from the cum he had pumped into her during the night. He rubbed his cock through the wetness of her crack and positioned its head at the entrance of her hot box. He pushed gently until he was buried to the hilt. He had only had to pull back twice on his journey to the depths of her velvet tunnel.

He began to pump harder and heard moans of pleasure coming from deep in her throat. He reached around her and found her clit with his forefinger and began rubbing it with the same rhythm with which he was fucking her.

"God Daddy, that feels so good," Maggie said. 

"Honey, I love you so much," he said as he began shooting his hot cum into her.

Moments later, she felt a warm feeling spread throughout her body followed closely by gut wrenching spasms of pure pleasure. They continued to copulate until their orgasms subsided. She turned and kissed him on the lips and their tongues entwined. 

As their kiss ended, Maggie looked at the glow-in-the-dark dial of his alarm clock. "I've got to get ready for school," she whispered huskily and bolted for the door.

"Wait a minute, Honey," he said reaching for the switch on the lamp. "I want to see you before you go."

He turned on the lamp just as she got to the door. She turned and struck a sexy pose and threw him a kiss and ran out the door leaving him in a daze of confusion. As the realization of what he had done hit him, he suddenly became very cold. It was not cold as if an arctic blast had hit him. It was more like the cold was being generated from within him.

He had fucked his daughter but he had been so sure that he was fucking Tiffany. His memory from the night before was blurred and he was not sure of anything now. He wondered if it was his daughter all night or if she had come into his room in the middle of the night and he had attacked her in her sleep. He was sure it was the same person all night but earlier he had thought that it was Tiffany. How could he be sure?

He bathed and got ready for work but waited until Maggie left for school before he left his room. He wasn't hungry but checked the kitchen to see if there was coffee. What he found in the cup beside the coffeemaker was a note:

Daddy, 

Thanks for last night. I've wanted to tell you how I felt about you for so long but didn't know how. Last night was perfect. I'm glad that we felt the same. I'll see you tonight. 

Love, 

Maggie 

He knew now that she had done what she had done on purpose. He guessed that she was matured to a higher degree than he had thought. He knew also that he would have to have a talk with her that afternoon. He went to work but made an excuse to go home as soon as possible.

Tiffany was anxious to find out what had transpired between Maggie and her dad. She waited for Maggie at the bus stop but when she saw her, she knew by her demeanor that the plan had been successful. They did not get a chance to talk in private until lunch break. Maggie filled her in on what had happened.

"I know that he feels about me the same way I feel about him," she exclaimed. "He told me that he was glad that I came to his bedroom and that he loved me so much"

"Was it dark all the time or did you two turn on the lights," Tiffany asked wondering if William knew with whom he was having sex.

"It was dark until I was about to go out the door," Maggie said. "He turned on the lamp just as I opened the door. He had the funniest look on his face when I turned toward him, struck a sexy pose, and blew him a kiss."

"I think that I should come over after school," Tiffany said. "We need to talk."

"Not today," Maggie replied. "I want to be home alone in case Daddy comes home horny."

Tiffany knew what had happened and would have explained it to Maggie if she had been given the chance. But now, it was getting complicated with Maggie believing that she was the one William was calling Honey. He knew that sometime and somehow that William would have to explain it.

William was sitting in his living room thinking about the way things have progressed. He was lusting after his daughter and accepted his neighbor's daughter as a substitute. He enjoyed his clandestine visits with her and did not consider that a big deal except that it allowed him to play a game of fucking his daughter. He was trying to determine what the difference in fucking Tiffany or fucking his own daughter. Of course, there would be a big difference if there were going to be children involved. But if Maggie wanted it and it seemed she did and if he wanted it and he knew he did then what harm would there be as long as they were careful? 

And so his thinking went until it was time for Maggie to come home. When she did, she bounced into the room and jumped into his lap. She began planting kisses all over his face.

"Okay young lady, we have to talk," he said trying to be stern but he couldn't help being turned on feeling her firm ass sliding over his semi-turgid cock.

"About what?" she asked as innocently as she could.

"About what happened last night," he said. "Explain yourself."

"Daddy, I don't know what you mean," she said seriously. "I mean I know what happened and you seemed to enjoy it and now you want me to explain it?"

"I will admit that I enjoyed it a great deal but I didn't know it was you until I turned on the light," he blurted out realizing as he said it that the statement would beg considerable explanation.

"Just how many girls call you Daddy and how many do you call Honey?"

"You just never mind," he said. "I didn't find any traces of your losing your virginity in my bed. Just how long have you been at this sex thing, anyway?"

"Oh Daddy," she began to explain. "I confided to Tiffany that I wanted to have sex with you and she taught me what I needed to know. She broke my hymen with a dildo so that our first time together would be pure pleasure. So, who else calls you Daddy?"

"Only you and Tiffany, Honey," he said. "She caught me starring at you on your birthday and offered to be your substitute because, as she said, you were not ready for sex yet. We played a little game. She would call me Daddy and I would pretend that it was you I was having sex with."

"Wow," she exclaimed. "We owe her a lot don't we?"

"Yes we do and I have an idea how we can began to repay her," he said. "Call her and ask her to come over after dinner. Don't say anything to give it away. Just tell her you want to talk."

Tiffany agreed to come over because she knew that Maggie would have a lot to talk about and she wanted to hear it all, especially about Maggie fucking William. She knew how hot it was with her and William but could only imagine what it must have been like with William and his own daughter. Of course, only one of them knew the real situation until the very end.

Tiffany came over just as William and Maggie were finishing their dinner. William asked her if she would like to share in their dessert. She declined and soon she and Maggie had made their exit to Maggie's room with the excuse that they had homework to discuss.

Once in the bedroom, Maggie closed the door then turned to Tiffany and took her face into her hands. She placed her open mouth on Tiffany's mouth and pushed her tongue inside. Tiffany responded and soon they were kissing intensely. This made Tiffany doubly happy. First of all, she enjoyed making out with Maggie and secondly, it meant that just because Maggie and her dad were doing it that Maggie would not exclude her.

"I love you," Maggie said as she began to undo the buttons on Tiffany's blouse. "I love you and want to make a down payment on thanking you for all you have done for me and preparing me for sex with my daddy."

"Do you think that it's safe messing around while he's in the house?" Tiffany asked.

"He won't bother us," Maggie responded. "He's got a lot to do and I promised him that I would be in his room later."

That satisfied Tiffany and she helped Maggie in removing their clothes. Once they were nude, they stood there admiring each other's bodies for a long moment. That is the first time they had done that. All the other times, they had been busy sucking, licking, or fondling each other. They slowly wrapped their arms around each other and began kissing passionately rubbing their nude bodies together. Maggie exerted control by guiding Tiffany backward toward the bed. When Tiffany's ass cheeks touched the edge of the bed, Maggie sat her down and leaned her back so that she was lying across the bed with her legs dangling off the side. Maggie leaning across her friend, continued to kiss her mouth for awhile then trailed kisses down the side of her face and neck heading toward her generous breasts.

After some considerable time, Maggie worked her way down to Tiffany's pussy and licked her from her clit to her asshole. Tiffany felt goose bumps cover her body when she felt her friend's tongue on her sensitive ass. 

After a few minutes Tiffany pushed Maggie away and said, "Come up here and turn around so we can do each other. I want to taste you pussy juice."

Maggie quickly complied and straddled Tiffany's head and leaned forward to continue licking her pussy. There was one of Maggie's knees on each side of Tiffany's head. Tiffany wrapped her arms around Maggie's body and cupped an ass cheek in each hand. She pulled Maggie back and down until her pussy was within licking reach. Maggie had both arms between Tiffany's legs and used her elbows to open and lift her legs exposing her pussy to her attack. Maggie was also able to push her right thumb into Tiffany's sopping pussy.

They were really into what they were doing. They were licking each other with abandon. Neither of the girls was aware that the bedroom door opened and closed. Maggie felt a hand on the top of her head and looked up to see her daddy's hard cock just inches from her face. She opened her mouth and took as much as she could into her mouth and then guided the head toward the entrance of Tiffany's love tunnel. William stepped forward and sank his huge cock into her pussy. He went to the hilt in one stroke. Maggie used her forefinger to stroke Tiffany's clit as her father pumped his cock in and out of her pussy.

Seeing the cock that gave her life pumping in and out of her best friend's pussy inches in front of her face while she was furiously rubbing her clit and having her pussy in her best friend's mouth was more than she could take. She started climaxing with the force of a tornado. She thought for a minute that she might pass out but she didn't. Her clit was getting sensitive so she raised her pussy away from Tiffany's mouth and smiled as she recognized the game.




The Substitute Ch. 3



"Oh Daddy, oh Daddy, oh Daddy," yelled as spasms of pleasure wracked her body.

"Honey, I love you so much," William said as he shot several ropes of pearly white cum into Tiffany's sweet pussy.



The Substitute Husband & The Cougar



She was just 37 years old. Still young, but feeling old by what life had dealt her. She was getting ready for work, and had just stepped from the shower. She took inventory for a moment in the mirror. She was pleasingly proportioned. She was not thin and skinny like the young girls of today, but decidedly not overweight. She had that attractive look of a real woman. Her breasts were not the biggest, but they were full and did not sag. Her nipples, one of they things her husband had enjoyed the most, were very nice sized. She was about 5-5, with light brown hair and blue eyes. She weighed a very nice 125 pounds. All in all, she thought she was a pretty good looking woman.

Jackie and Joe had been Highschool sweethearts. They knew from day one that they were going to be together. They loved each other with a fire that could not be put out by any means, except death parting them. They were the same age and in the same grade during high school. She finished her senior year with his baby in her belly. It was not an accident, nor was it planned. They had simply created life. They had not set out to get pregnant, did not make any particular plan to prevent it, and were thrilled when it happened. No more and no less than any loving couple that had made a baby. 

They had fucked with total abandon. There were times it was animalistic; there were times it was tender; there were times it was making love; and there were times that it was simply getting a piece of ass. It was so varied that they were never bored with their sexuality.

But life was not all happy go lucky. Of course there was the clucking by the crowd about her having gotten "knocked up."

The biggest problem had been their families. Joe was fourth generation American, but was of Hispanic origin. His family had never married outside the Hispanic culture. She was as white as you could get, being of European decent, mostly German. Neither family would agree, allow, or consent to them dating, let alone getting married. Old prejudices and bigotry die a hard death. So no one on either side of the family was exactly happy when Jackie came up pregnant. Her parents had insisted she get an abortion, which of course, she would not even consider. This baby was her child with THE man she loved.

After graduation, they went off and got married. It was tough. Both of them had to work, and both went to college. But they were together. They decided that they would not have any more kids for a while. It was already so much effort to do what they needed to do. However, the son she bore for Joe was perfect in every way, and they had named him Michael, or of course Mike. 

Time marched on and Jackie and Joe continued with life. She graduated with a degree in advertising, Joe with a degree in Criminal Justice. She went on to a job in advertising, which was financially quite rewarding. Joe, who had always wanted to be a cop, got on with a big city department. The fact that he could speak and write Spanish was more than just a plus. Although he had a very high IQ, there were those that thought the only reason he got hired because he was a "Mexican." Joe proved them all wrong. He progressed through the ranks, passing every promotional exam with the highest or near highest scores every time. By the time Mike was in high school, they had both progressed in their fields to high management positions, and in so doing were knocking down a middle six figure income.

Jackie and Joe had made every attempt to keep their sex life from being a dull. They bought quite a few sex "how to" tapes and CD's. They enjoyed an occasional straight out old porn fuck fest tape and CD. They had tried just about anything and everything. They had considered a threesome, but felt that it would be breaking their marriage vows, even if it was consensual. So they had invested in some toys, mostly vibrators and dildos, so she could experience and enjoy double penetration. There were no parts of their bodies that they did not mutually explore and enjoy. Like most men, Joe loved a good cock suck. And Jackie was fantastic at it. For Jackie, she ended up liking Joe in her ass. And so it went, they had an enviable sex life.

Because of Joe's often odd hours scheduling, they had continued with their commitment to only have one child for the time, although they kept telling themselves that as soon as things settled, they would have another one.

When Mike was just 17, tragedy struck. Joe had gone off shift at 2 AM one morning, and had found a drunk driver, the hard way. He was on his way home when a drunk driver hit Joe head on. It killed Joe instantly.

Of course Jackie was devastated. The families, who really had never accepted the union of the two and their cultures, grudgingly were pleasant to each other during the funeral. The police department presented an Honor Guard. It was all grand, and totally out of her ability to cope. Mike acted more like a man than ever, trying to support his mother and deal with his own grief.

Mike had grown tall and muscular. The blending of the genes had produced something of a hybrid. He looked like he could be Joe's brother, but was several inches taller. He had slightly off white skin, sort of like a perpetual tan, not quite as dark as his father was. He took his mother's European genes in his build. He was on the football team, and did some weight training. He was his mother's "Golden Adonis".

Financially, Jackie and Joe had planned for everything. His death kicked in life insurance that paid everything off, and gave Jackie well over a half million in the bank. Plus she still had her very high paying position.

For the next couple of years, life continued to take its course. Jackie had dated some, usually got fucked for her efforts, but never could find it truly satisfying. The feeling was just not there. She was dynamite in the sack, and she knew it. She could suck cock as good as anyone could, swallowing loads of creamy cum. She always satisfied the men she was with. She could ass fuck, cock suck, and give them the rides of their lives. Her cunt was so sensitive, she could feel every spurt of cum hit her cervix when she would fuck. The same was true with ass fucking. She could always feel the hot ejaculate of every man coating her bowels. There were not many of the men she dated and took to bed that could do the ass very well though. 

Most of the men she took to bed did a fairly good job of giving her pleasure. An orgasm was not difficult for her to achieve, and many of the men were good "lovers" as such. 

The problem was that she just could not find anyone to love in the men she had taken on since Joe's death. She just could not find the soul connection she needed to really appreciate their efforts. 

She was years away from menopause, and her fertility was of some concern. Although she was taking birth control shots, she made her sex partners use condoms when fucking her cunt. She hated it. She loved the feeling of a man's juices spurting into her and the out and out sexuality of sperm running around in her cunt. If she had been with someone who gave her that soul connection, then she would have fucked with less care as to the results. 

Just after Mike turned 18, she really started to take more notice about him. He had grown into such a man, and he looked so much like Joe, she had several times called him Joe by mistake. Now she was starting to fantasize about him when ever she took on a sex partner. They would be fucking her, and she would be thinking of her manly son. 

She was concerned, as she was fully aware of her thoughts and desire to commit incest with her son.

Non-the-less, Jackie could not put Mike out of her mind.

She started doing suggestive things. When she would get dressed she would leave her door open a bit so that if Mike went by her room, which he had to do as his bedroom was at the end of the hallway, he would have the chance to see her nude. She set up scenarios where he could not help but come by her room and she would purposely be nude and give him a great show. And, since she slept in the nude and always had a night light on in her bedroom, it had been easy to leave the door open and make it simple for him to see her nude if he went by her room during the night.

Now she knew Mike had dated a little. And she was pretty sure he had gotten his first fuck out of the way. But she could not help but try and make sure what his mother had was better than any of those teen age girls he dated. And, Mike did not seem to date all that much. She was not worried at that, and in many ways, it was tantalizing for her to think he was maybe comparing her to the "girls." 

She also manufactured a number of occasions where she would "accidentally" walk in on him while he was dressing or in the shower. Mike was very good looking. And, even flaccid, his cock hung nicely towards his knees, bigger than his dad's by at least two inches. Joe's cock had satisfied her always, and more than any of the sex partners she had taken on. Joe had put great effort into satisfying her, orally, anally, what ever. So his size, although better than most, had not been the key. 

But now, with Mike looking like Joe as he did, and having a bigger cock, well now at night her toys were always Mike's cock pleasuring her. 

Twice Mike had caught her. Better yet, there had been nights that she could hear Mike through the wall while he as jacking off calling out "Mom" and saying things like, "Here it is Mom," when he would come. So she was well aware that the stage was set. She knew she would have to be the initiator, as Mike had become such a gentleman. She figured he ask his girlfriends if it was okay to cum when fucking them.

Mike graduated from Highschool with honors. With the finances they had, he could have picked nearly any school he wanted to go to. But he picked the local college. At one point Jackie had set down with Mike about this. She asked him why he did not pick a more prestigious school.

After a time, it had become a game for the two of them to catch the other nude, or in the throws of masturbatory passion. She didn't bring her sexual conquests home when Mike was there. Many had been younger than Jackie, and she was getting the reputation as being a cougar. Something she did not mind at all. For all the connotations the term had, she actually was proud of being labeled as a cougar. She could fuck 'em, suck 'em, and send them home crying to their mommas. Not bad for a "mature" woman.

So one Saturday morning, when neither of them had anything they had to do, she brewed some coffee and invited Mike to talk in the kitchen. They talked about life in general and how they both missed Joe. The subject of school came up and she wanted to fully understand Mike's reasons. Not that she would have agreed or disagreed, it was not her decision. Mike was a full grown man, and was making full grown decisions.

Mike, at first, stammered and stuttered a bit. Then he finally calmed down. Mike told his mother that the reason he wanted to attend the local college was that he did not want to leave her. When Jackie commented about that she could take care of herself. Mike said no, and that was not what he meant. He told her that he knew what she had been thinking. She too had been calling out in the throws of passion, and the walls went both ways. He told her that she had heard her calling his name, and could hear the buzzing of her vibrator while doing so.

Mike told her, he knew what both of them had been doing and that it was not yet over the line, but certainly was stepping on it. He also told his mom that normally a mother was the first woman any boy would see nude, and that he certainly was appreciative of her looks. He admitted that he had spied on her many times while beating off.

Now it was time for Jackie to stammer a bit. She admitted the obvious, that she had been having a fantasy about him for some time and that she "knew" it was wrong. Mike, now being a man, said, "Mom, it is only wrong if we get caught or it is hurtful." At that point Jackie's panties were starting to become wet with her cunt juices. Her mind was racing about how maybe her fantasy was nearer to her than she had imagined. 

She happened to notice that when Mike got up to get them another cup of coffee. His crotch looked like someone had put a grapefruit in it. She knew he was getting turned on. She could smell a faint whiff of her sex juices, and was worried he would smell it and think less of her.

Now Mike scooted his chair next to her. She was sure he could smell her now.

Mike, how much of a man he had become. While looking her in the eyes he unflinchingly stated to her straight up. "Mom, I have been in love with you always. Now it is becoming much more than a mother-son thing. I know you have set it up to let me see you nude. There have been too many "accidental" times you have come in to see me nude. I know what incest is. It is not something I had ever thought about. But now it is all I think about. I want to be with you. I want you to fulfill my fantasies and I want to fulfill yours. I want you to show me what you like and teach me. Although, I will admit, I found your tape and CD collection years ago. Dad was a hell of a man, and I know he did everything you wanted, and you did everything he needed from a lover. I want the same thing!

It was all more than Jackie could take in. She had been hoping for, yet dreading this moment. She was contemplating committing one of the biggest taboos in the world, being a lover to her own son.

Mike could see the conflict in her. He leaned forward, took his mother's face in his hands, and gave her a very NOT mother-son kiss. It was the kiss of two intimate lovers. 

When Jackie felt his lips part, she nearly lost it. Her panties were soaked now. She had no doubt Mike could smell her sex juices. Hell, they were about to overpower her. She parted her lips, and felt her son's tongue slip in. It was so much like the way Joe would kiss her. She guessed that the famous "Latin Lover" heritage had passed on to Mike. The kiss lasted for a long time. When they finished, she realized that she was beginning to get tears in her eyes.

At seeing the tears, Mike jumped back. He had a terrified look in his eyes; like he had crossed the line was now a shameful piece of shit.

Jackie, seeing his look, said "Mike, calm down." "I wanted that as bad as you did, I was just thinking how that kiss reminded me of how your Dad would kiss me. No one else has ever come up to the same measure as your Dad, at least not until just this minute. You are your father's son!

That seemed to relax Mike, and he leaned forward and repeated the kiss. This time it was even more sensual and passionate, as there was the knowledge that it was consensual and wanted by both. Jackie found herself with her hand dug into her panties, starting to stroke her clit and trying to wiggle in a couple of fingers. She also could see Mike was running his hand over his crotch. It looked like someone had put a salami in his pants.

At that point, Jackie knew she was going to take on a new man, and that it was the biggest taboo of all. She was going to take her son for a sex partner, and full blown lover.

Her mind was racing as to how they should proceed.

The man stepped in, her son, and said 'Mom, we must always be careful about this. I want to be your man, your partner, and please you. But I do not want any regrets, ever! I can not date these other bimbo girls. None of them can compare with you, your looks, and your intellect. You are the most exciting "Girl" I have ever known. And you're better looking than any of them. All they can talk about is getting their tits enhanced. Your natural breasts are nicer looking than all those silicon bags. None of them have a clue about real love making. They are all up for a good fuck, but they do not really understand how to "make love."

Jackie was about to cum in her panties. Mike finally pulled away far enough to actually see what she was doing. Mike grinned a very lecherous smile. 

Mom, do you need any help?

Her fingers had been busy and with that she blew her orgasm. A low moan escaped her lips. She could not think, she could not stop, and she could do nothing except hear the words of her son, expressing his willingness to become her new "man."

With that, Mike asked if she was going to leave him high and dry. Jackie said, "You know Mike, your Dad thought I was the best cocksucker in the world. Although, you understand, he did not have much to compare me with. We neither one fucked around before we got married, and never did after we got married. You are very well aware you were conceived before we got married. You were never considered to have been a mistake. Your Father and I fucked with total abandon, as two lovers with no care as to the results, will do.

Now are you willing to take that risk? To fuck with total abandon. To not care as to the results. I am still a very fertile woman. I can still become pregnant, and can do so for a few more years, if family history repeats itself. I will tell you now; I am a one man woman. I will never fuck anyone else when I am with a man. If you are that man, if I get pregnant, you can be absolutely sure that it will be your child. Can you accept that possibility?

Mike said yes. "Mom, we will do what ever. I would ask that if you think you want to get pregnant be me, that you wait till I get my school done, and get started in my career. That ought to give us a lot of time to sort things out. But right now my cock wants to explode!"

Jackie reached over to her son's pants and undid the belt, slid down the zipper, and removed his cock. It was even bigger than she imagined. 

Jackie moved out of her seat, kneeling in front of her son's crotch. She put her hand on his stiff rod. She looked at the few drops of pre-cum, and told Mike, "Hang on boy, your going to get the ride of your life."

With that she employed her considerable oral skills. Her first lick of his pre-cum reminded her of the pleasant taste of Joe's man juice. It was salty, and warm, and sticky and very nice to the taste. Mikes cock was hard, smooth, and the skin was like velvet to her tongue. After a few licks to clean off the cock drool, she put her mouth around the head of her son's stiff cock. She ran her tongue around the head, to which Mike let out an animalistic grunt-groan. She knew she was going to please him. She was looking forward to his semen; to tasting it; to having it hit the back of her throat; to running it around her tongue like a fine wine to taste it. Simply put she wanted to drink her son's sperm. There was that incredible word again, SPERM!

She plunged her mouth down his cock. It was such a size that she had to straighten up a bit and get her throat at a different angle so she could take it all in. When her lips hit the base of his cock, Mike groaned again and said how the fuck did you take it all. None of the other girls have taken more than a couple of inches and they did not make it feel this good. 

Jackie, now with no further thoughts that she was sucking her own son's cock, got with the program. She moved up and down the shaft. She would take it out of her mouth and lick it like a sucker. She ran her mouth up and down the shaft. She took his balls and sucked them one at a time, gently. Then she spit on a finger, and got it good and slippery. She stuck his cock back in her mouth with extra sensuality and he rose up a bit to meet her mouth, just what she wanted. Before he could sit back, she had her hand under his ass, and started to tickle and play with his anal opening. She looked up as Mike made another noise that sounded like a cross between a groan and shriek. As she found his back door, she wiggled a finger around it, and when it opened slightly, she slipped her finger in. Mike nearly jumped up, and had he done so, he would have made his mother gag, and probably gotten bit at the same time.




The Substitute Husband & The Cougar



Jackie took her free hand and gently pushed him back down to his seat. Then, using that hand, she started to stroke his cock with it, when she would move her mouth back and forth. Mike yelled, I can't hold it! I'm going to cum! With that, she stuck her finger farther into his ass to get at his prostate and message it.

Mike let loose with what he was sure was the biggest load in his 19 year old life. So much that his mom had some trouble keeping it contained. A few small dribbles exited the corners of her mouth. The sight of his sperm dribbling out of the corners of his mother's mouth excited him even more, making him ejaculate even more of his salty man juice into her mouth.

He finally quit convulsing. She kept his cock in her mouth for several more minutes; being aware of the fact that the head would be ultra sensitive from having cum. Finally she took it out of her mouth. She used a finger to wipe up the dribbles of her son's sperm from the corners of her mouth. She made a production of putting her finger in her mouth to lick it off, with a lip smacking noise, like she was finishing the whipped cream off a desert.

They talked a bit about how fantastic the event had been. Mike said he would have to take care of her in a bit, as she had made herself cum earlier and he had not been able to participate in her pleasure. She agreed to let him.

They had some errands to run. She was feeling most feminine at this point. She decided to fix them some steaks for tonight, and they went to the market to see what they could find. In the process, she stopped and bought a very nice bottle of wine for them to enjoy as well. She had a plan of course. Wine him, dine him and fuck his brains out!

After supper was done, Mike helped with the dishes as he often would do. Both went to their rooms to "freshen Up." Both emerged in as little a clothing as they could get by with in order to make a sexy appearance. She was in a t-shirt and panties, really just a thong, and he in a pair of shorts and sleeveless t-shirt. Both outfits showed the physical attributes they had, and were easily removed. There was no doubt that tonight there were no barriers, no questions, and no return.

Jackie had chilled the wine. When they came down from to the living room, she brought one of her sex "instructional" CD's. She just grabbed one, knowing they would only be looking at about 5 minutes of it anyway. It turned out to be the CD on how to fuck in the ass. She also had brought one of her dildos and a vibrator, as well as some lube. She intended to let the evening go where ever it went. She had not been ass fucked for a very long time. Most of the men she had seen were more interested in a cunt fuck and blow job, and since getting fucked in the ass was something of a sensitive operation, she had not pressed them to give her that attention. Now she was craving it and craving it all. 

The good thing about a 19 year old man is that he can blow his wad, and five minutes later be up for another round. She and Joe had one day where they had fucked for about eight hours non stop except for food and potty breaks. He had spurted about a gallon in her, five times in that time. He was a little older than Mike, so Jackie wondered if she could break the record with her son.

She poured wine for them both, and started the CD. They were on the couch, and kissing passionately. Both were exploring the other with their hands, she had her hand on his cock and he was giving her a good hand job. Once during a "break" in the action, he looked over at the CD. He asked his mom about how she had manipulated his ass when sucking him off earlier. He said no one else had ever done that, and that is was beyond incredible. Mike told his mother that he had never felt anything like that before. He asked her if his enjoying anal attention was weird, and Jackie soothed his questions with, if it feels good, do it. With that Mike thought nothing more about any part of ass fucking to be off limits.

It only took a moment before they were both naked. Mike leaned back, and with an incredible look of lust and appreciation for what he saw, told his mom that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She certainly appreciated the complement, and returned the compliment with telling her son that his cock was a magnificent example of male man meat.

They were all over each other. Hands were on every part of each others bodies, mouths were busy. Mike found that his mother was particularly appreciative of his attention to her breasts. At one point he commented that he wished he could remember when he was a baby, so that he could enjoy the memory of sucking milk from her. Jackie told him not to worry, he was doing a fine job sucking her now. As it was, she was one of the women in the world that always has a liquid in their breasts, and when stimulated enough, can have some discharge. At one point she reached that level and Mike was rewarded with a small dose of her feminine tit juice. When he first tasted it, he yelled "WOW" and sucked like he depended on it for his next meal.

It was not long before she was lying on her back, legs apart and Mike was astraddle of her. He looked down at his mother with an incredible gleam in his eyes, and stopped. 

Mom, I want to fuck you now. I want to put my cock into my mother's cunt. We can stop now, and will technically not have committee incest. What do you want to do?

Jackie thought again how much a man her son was. That in the middle of this kind of passion and excitement, he could stop and ask. She considered it a very gentlemanly act. Much like his father had been the first time they had fucked. Just before he plunged into her, he had asked if that was what she wanted and if it was okay. Here was her son, doing the same thing.

Jackie, of course, was ready. She looked into her son's eyes and told him in no uncertain terms, son "FUCK ME." He said something about a condom and pregnancy, and she reminded him that the terms of this arrangement was wild abandoned fucking and that she was on shots for birth control, and to get with fucking his mother.

Mike put the head of his cock at the opening of his mother's vaginal. The very spot he had made his exit so many years ago. He tried not to tremble, but could not stop it.

Jackie told him, don't worry about cuming too soon. It will take a few times for you to build your control, just remember that I will expect an orgasm, by what ever means is needed.

With that Mike slowly entered his mother's cunt. He was surprised, as was she, when he bottomed out against her cervix. He thought, shit I'm going to be pumping sperm right into her womb, how can she not get pregnant.

That was the last concern he had. His mother's velvety vaginal walls engulfed his cock with the most incredible firm and luxurious grip he had ever had. The girls he had fucked before could not begin to compare. He knew he would blow his wad much quicker than he planned or wanted, but right now he did not care. 

Jackie thought how great her son's cock felt; how every stroke bottomed out. How full she felt. It was actually as good as Joe, and Mike was bigger than Joe had been. Every stroke brought her closer to that delicious moment of orgasm. Her head began to spin. The very thoughts of what was going on, who she was fucking, who's cock was crammed up her snatch. Well it was all one incredible, exciting, forbidden delight.

After a few minutes of Mike's pumping in and out, and probably due to all the events and foreplay leading up to this moment, his mother quietly began to moan, getting louder with each moment. Finally through clenched teeth she stated the obvious. Son, I am Cumming, and hard! With that Mike could feel the spasms of her orgasm beginning to rise. I was more than he could stand. His cock exploded, shooting streams of his man juice into his mother. Sperm, sperm and more sperm, all shooting into his mother, right into her cervix as far as it felt to him as he was solidly against it with his cock. And he could feel her spasms hitting the head of his cock, making him come harder and harder. 

For Jackie's part, she felt every one of her son's hot streams as it erupted from his cock. She wondered if ANY birth control could withstand this. It felt like he was injecting his sperm into her womb. She wondered if his hot streams would make a ninety year old woman pregnant, they were so strong with so much quantity. She thought her ovaries were probably taking a bath in his sperm. But, Jackie did not care, and just like with Joe when she got pregnant with Mike she sort of hoped in secret that it would make her pregnant. But the wisdom of that right at this moment was not so good.

When they had both finally come down from the intensity of their orgasms, they chattered like two school kids about how the very first time they had cum at the same time. 

Mike told her that he did not think was going to last long enough to make it happen. He told his mother that he was so excited the second he entered her he nearly came right then. Jackie told him, that he was the best fuck she had experienced since his father died.

They watched the CD that was in, all about ass fucking. Jackie asked Mike if, when he was sufficiently recovered, if he wanted to fuck her in the ass. Mike said yes of course. But, Mike did ask her to guide him, as he was not experienced at it. Jackie told Mike, no problem, let your momma show you it is done.

A few minutes later, Mike's cock started to come back to life. Just to be sure, Jackie gave it a good mouthing. When he was well stiffened and ready to go again, she handed her son the anal lube. She told him what to do, to put some on his finger and work it into her asshole. The second he started to work it into her asshole, Jackie nearly came. It had been such a long time since she had real attention there. Pretty soon though, it was nice and relaxed, and she had put lube on her son's massive cock. She thought, this is going to be the biggest cock I have ever had up my ass, and thought about how much it was going to fill her ass. 

Mike was ready, Jackie rolled over onto her stomach with her legs under her, giving her son just the right angle and total control and access to her asshole. He put the head of his big cock against the opening of her ass, and asked his mother what to do. Jackie said to hold just a second, while she continued to relax her sphincter as much as she could. Then she told Mike to start putting his cock in. 

Mike put his cock up to the opening, pushed gently, as he was afraid of hurting his mother. A bit of pressure and pop, his cock slid in. His mother's sphincter was indescribably tight and clamped down on his cock. Jackie let out a loud yelp, and he thought he was hurting her. He nearly took his cock out, when she told him that she was surprised by the size and how enormous it felt, better than she had been used to having, since all she had used for some time was a dildo. She assured her son that he was not hurting her and to go ahead. 

Slowly Mike pushed his cock into his mother's ass, until he was all the way in. She had business of her own to tend to, as one hand was furiously rubbing her clit. After a few minutes, Jackie told him to hold still a moment. She picked up a vibrating dildo and slid into her pussy. Double penetration, and she felt full in both holes. She told Mike to go ahead and continue to fuck her in the ass. 

It was no longer that another few minutes before she began to spasm into an orgasm that could not be described. The intensity; the fact it was son; the lack of recent attention to her ass; the double penetration with her son's cock and the vibrating dildo; it all combined into a glorious mind bending orgasm. For Mike's part he unloaded in his mother's ass, nearly as much as the first time tonight. He wondered where he was getting the spunk from. He thought he had drained his balls the first time. Once again Jackie felt her son's every spurt, every spasm. She could feel the warmth in her bowels that was her son's pool of cum.

They were spent. Both had experienced so much today emotionally and sexually. They went to bed, of course in her bed together, as it would be from now on. 

For the next couple of years, they lived like this and having a lot of sex. She started training Mike to not to call her Mom. If they were going to be like this, a dead give away would be for him to call her Mom at the wrong time. She too had started to call him Mike, so that she would not slip up.

Mike finished school and landed a job in a city a few miles away. A place no one knew them. They sold the house and bought a new one in the city Mike was going to work in. Mike did not understand the house that Jackie picked out, it was really much larger than the two of them would ever need, or so he thought. Then, just before they moved, Jackie had one more surprise for Mike. 

A woman's egg does not care whose sperm finds it, a father; a brother; a husband; a lover; or in this case a loving son. And, it doesn't hurt that she had decided to stop her birth control shots.

They were sitting in the living room, having just finished a marathon sex fest. Mike looked at his mother. She seemed to have a special glow about her, and her breasts seemed to have gotten bigger. 

Jackie looked at Mike in such a loving way and told him she had secret to let him in on. With that she told Mike, "I am pregnant with your child." Mike did not know what to say, he did not know if he should get up and dance, whoop, laugh, cry, or do all of at once.

They had bought the house in both their names, so when they moved to their new house, no one wondered about their relationship, after all they had the same last name. 

He gave her his sperm, she gave him a son. His name was Philip.

All the guys at his new job were jealous about the incredible looking "Cougar" that he had snagged.

And that is where it is today, Mike and his sexy "Cougar Wife." 

Oh and by the way, she knew what she was doing with buying such a big house; she is expecting his second child now.



The Substitute Teacher



The medical students were waiting patiently in the classroom that they were instructed to attend today. This wasn't their normal classroom and they were going to have a substitute instructor. Normally it seemed a waste of time to attend a class when there was a substitute but they had heard that this was going to be a hands-on lab today and not to miss it.

Suddenly the door opened and a very pretty blue-eyed blond came in pushing an exam table on wheels. When she got it where she wanted it, she said: "Good afternoon, class. I am sorry for the delay. I know it is the very last class and I am sure you want to finish up and get on with whatever you have planned for the weekend. However, I had a bit of trouble finding this exam table but this is an important part of our class today.

She took off her white lab coat. Wow! There she was standing with nothing on but a big smile and those stiletto heels. As she strutted across the floor, she deliberately swung and bounced her big tits to the delight of the all male class. Every few steps she would stop at a desk and hang her tits over to let a student feel them.

I know how hard you have worked and today is going to be a fun class. As you can see, I have the exam table for doing breast exams and pelvics. Today we are going to do the exams a little different. Every one of you will get a chance to suck on my tits and feel me up and fuck me. You will note that the stirrups are missing from the table so I will need you to keep my legs in the air while I am on my back. Actually, class, that won't be difficult for me because any time I am on my back, I do keep my legs spread wide and up in the air for great penetration.

Ok, now, how many of you are there? About 25? That's a great number for a fuck. Well, for me that is…25 cocks to one cunt. I like those odds. I'm a little more accustomed to 50 cocks to one cunt but let's see how many rounds we can go. By the way, this section of the school is closed off so we won't be interrupted and we can stay as long as we like. Please note that everyone will get extra credit for attending this class and for each fuck per student, you will get even more extra credit. So, the more times you fuck me, the better your grade.

I'd also like to point out that this session will be video taped so anyone who wants copies will be able to get them. I have your names and addresses so I will make copies and send them to all of you. I am going to send each of you 20 copies. Please, do me a favor and distribute them to as many people as you can. If you want more, that's great and I will get them for you promptly. My name and phone number will be clearly shown on the label right next to the nude photo of me with my legs spread wide. If anyone asks what size tits I have, tell them these hooters are 40 DD. You will notice that in a box I have individual packs of 1000 cards each with the same information and picture. Please take these cards and pass them out wherever you go. Leave them in gas stations and truck stops and anywhere else men go. If you all cooperate and pass these cards out, there will be 25,000 cards circulating with my nice big hooters and cunt advertised for immediate use.

Then she got on her knees. Ok now, let's start by getting to know each other. Each one of you will tell me a little about yourself while I am sucking your cock. Then when I have sucked every one of you 25 dry, I will hop up on the table and spread my legs. While one is fucking me, two of you can work on my tits. These hooters are big enough that each of you can use both hands per tit. Let me tell you that these tits and cunt have had many, many years of use so you can really go to town. Let's start. 

The first student presented his cock. All were watching. She immediately sucked it right in and began working the cock in and out of her mouth using her hands as an extension. When he finally exploded down her throat, she got every drop. Then she said: Next! The students were commenting how great she was and how she didn't hesitate at all from the time one spent limp cock came out of her mouth to the next hard cock going in. They were talking about when they were going to arrange parties and invite this cock sucker over.

When she had sucked the last cock she announced "FUCK TIME! She got up on the table. The back was angled at the level for her to lay back with her arms over her head so the students sucking her tits could get a good grip on those big knockers. Her ass was right at the edge of the table with her legs spread wide and up in the air. The students made three lines, two for her tits and one for her cunt. The students all were commenting about what a great slut she was and how much fun this was. The teacher told them that all they had to do was arrange a party and her tits and cunt were theirs! They wanted to know how often she has these little suck and fuck parties and she said almost every night. Some she charges for her services and some, like this one were free. She said she especially liked to do parties in the park because there were always other people around and they ended up coming over for some hooters and cunt too.

They asked her how she got to be so good and she said in college she was in a sorority that trained all the girls to be whores and she was a regular for the basketball, football, track and golf teams. She was also a cock sucking and fucking regular for any of the clubs. Then after college, she was in the Navy and proudly announced that she one of the most requested whores for all the parties that were given. All and all, her hooters and cunt were very well used over the years but they were still in excellent condition. She asked: Do you all agree with that statement? All the students shouted their agreement to her great hooters and cunt.

After the last cock was used, the students got dressed and helped clean up the room. The teacher, on the other hand, didn't bother putting her lab coat on. She just carried it out as she strutted outside to her car, completely naked, and enjoying swinging her big 40 DD tits and feeling all the cum running down her legs after another very successful suck and fuck fest.

Now then, about tomorrow's fuck fest with the local football team...



The Substitute Teacher



I have always been one to try and get the most out of school. I recently turned 18 and am currently studying for my A levels which I take at the end of May. However, no matter how much anyone likes school, there is always one day which contains certain lessons or a certain teacher which no-one can find bearable. For me that day was Wednesday. Wednesdays were absolute nightmares. Admittedly I finish early on Wednesdays, but the lessons I have before become one hard slog. I have no free periods, and the only respite is the twenty minute break I get halfway between the four hour string of lessons I had to face. Lessons one and four have to be the most unbearable. The lesson itself is fine, but the teacher makes it so boring and repetitive, that I cannot concentrate properly. The fact that it's the first lesson of the day usually means that I'm half asleep when I get there anyway. There is nothing that can wake me up.

Today was a normal Wednesday, I had arrived at school, and was thinking about how boring my lesson would be. I am always hoping that the teacher is absent. In the sixth form, no teacher means no lesson. I amble slowly toward the classroom, pushing my way through all the little year eight kids who always cram the corridors. I get to the classroom and walk in. No sign of a teacher. I start hoping. Better yet, no sign of a teacher's bag. This could be what I'd hoped for. The rest of my classmates begin to join me in the room.

"Looks like he ain't here" I tell them. We search the teacher's desk for any signs of work he may have set for us to do anyway. No signs of that either. As we turn round, intending to leave and head for the common room, a woman enters the room. She seems vaguely familiar, but I cannot decide where I've seen her before. I, probably along with the rest of my classmates, wonder who she is and what she's doing here.

"Your teacher has been forced to travel to Newcastle for two weeks," she begins to explain, "his mother has been taken ill. Due the length of his absence, the school has asked me to teach all his classes including the sixth form, so can you all sit down." We sit down and she takes a seat at the teacher's desk. She puts her bag down and takes a diary out, probably her notes for the days work.

"Great," I think "this could have been a lot of extra free periods, instead we get a substitute teacher." The new teacher begins to speak.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Miss Gehring." She pauses and starts to scan the class. I wonder why. The I think about her name.

"Gehring, Gehring. Sounds familiar." Then it hits me where I've seen her before. Amy Gehring. She was accused of seducing boys at schools she's worked in before. Back then her face was plastered over the newspapers. She was found not guilty in the end, but became an instant celebrity. Now I know why she paused. I scan the class with her, but see no-one seems to recognise her.

"I see the current focus is population," she continues, "just fill me in on where you are and I'll take over from where your teacher left you." The lesson continues as normal, though on a few occasions I swear I saw her glance at me for long periods and maybe even wink. I remember how much I wished I had been one of her supposed victims when she was in the news.

The lesson ended, I left without incident. I knew I would be seeing her again for lesson four in just over two hours. As I headed to my next lesson, I couldn't stop thinking about her.

I could not concentrate in my next lessons. My mind kept focusing on Miss Gehring. On some occasions I could feel myself getting hard. Fortunately tables were hiding my excitement.

Lesson four finally came and it was time to see Miss Gehring again. Again I was first to arrive. She was already there. She winked a me and welcomed me in her English-Canadian accent. I said hello and took my seat. The rest of the class arrived and lesson took the same pattern as the first.

At the end, I was the last to leave. I could go home now. Miss Gehring began talking to me.

"You seem to be one of the more dedicated of the group," she said, "do you enjoy the subject?"

"Quite a bit," I replied. What I asked next, I didn't mean to, I just blurted it out.

"Are you Amy Gehring, the teacher accused of seducing those school boys?" Her smile faded.

"I thought no-one had recognised me," she said, "please keep it quiet or I'll lose this job."

"No problem," I said, "I wouldn't want you to go either, your much better than our usual teacher." Amy walked closer to me.

"Really?" she asked, sitting on the table beside me, where I had perched.

"Really," I confirmed. "The usual teacher always makes these lessons boring. They're just so repetitive. Anyway, I better get going. I'm off home."

"How are you getting home?" Amy asked.

"Walking." I replied

"Let me give you a lift home." she said. "I have no lessons to teach after lunch so I would be going home as well. It would be no trouble at all."

"It might look dodgy, you giving me a lift home," I said.

"How about you walk down the road and I'll pick you up when we're a distance from the school," she said "no-one will see then." I agreed and we decided where she'd pick me up and when. Within five minutes I was in her car on the way home.

We pulled outside my house. I thanked her and invited her in for a cup of tea of coffee. She eagerly accepted and we entered my house. Being early meant there would be no sign of my family for at least two hours. I made her some coffee and we began chatting.

"So tell me," Amy said, "why am I better than your usual teacher?"

"You're not boring and repetitive," I replied. Then I whispered "Plus your much better looking." I instantly felt embarrassed having said that, but looking at Amy her smile remained.

"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," she said. She learned forward and began to kiss me. I kissed her back. It was just a regular kiss, I thought, until her tongue entered my mouth. I began sucking her tongue and put mine in her mouth. I began to harden. Amy caressed my leg through my trousers, then rose her hand up to my crotch and felt my hard on. She broke the kiss and unzipped my trousers. she unbuttoned them, then pulled them open. She pulled down my underpants. My cock was revealed in all its glory. She began to lick and suck it all over. She caressed my shaft with her tongue before taking long deep sucks. I began to moan as she kept sucking hard. I had never been given a blow job before and I was loving this. She kept sucking more and more.

"That's it miss," I began moaning, "keep going. Mmm, yeah." I began to spasm and before I knew it I orgasmed and came right inside Amy's mouth. She swallowed it all and kept swallowing until I was done. Without a word I took her to my bedroom. we sat on my bed and began kissing again. I removed her blouse to reveal her large breasts bulging in a silky white bra. She removed my shirt and began to kiss my chest and licked my nipples. She pulled my trousers and underpants all the way down and I was naked before her. She lied down on the bed and I lowered he skirt to reveal silk knickers to match her bra. I reached behind her and undid her bra. I pulled it off her and revealed her breasts. They were large and firm. Her nipples were perfectly proportioned and very erect. I began to kiss her breasts, swirling my tongue on her nipples. She pushed her chest into my face, encouraging me to proceed. I began sucking her nipples hard. I lowered my mouth to her stomach, then her crotch. I slipped off her knickers and saw, for the first time, her smooth shaven pussy. I wasted no time in caressing her pussy with my finger as I slipped a finger in and began to stroke the inside of it, trying to find her G-spot. She pushed her crotch toward me and began moaning deeply.

"Mmm, yeah, oh yeah, yes, fuck me with your fingers. That's the spot, yes, you've got it. Oh I'm cumming, yes, OOOhh yes." I guessed I'd found the g-spot as she orgasmed violently.

I let her roll on top of me and she began to kiss me. She then positioned he pussy over my hard cock and lowered herself. My bell end felt the rim of her pussy. Then she let me penetrate her until me and her were one. My cock was inside a pussy for the first time. I reached up and played with her tits as she began to ride me. Bouncing up and down, I could see my cock go in and out of her open vagina. I aided her by thrusting myself in and out of her. The thrusts and movements became stronger and stronger. Her vaginal grip of my cock kept hold as I kept thrusting. Then I began to feel it. My balls tense up and my cock begin to spasm. Amy began to moan as she reached climax. She kept going.

"I'm on the pill, don't worry," she said amongst moans, "fill me up, I want your cum in me." I thrusted faster and harder until I knew it would happen. I came harder than I ever had when masturbating. Amy screamed in ecstasy as I filled her will my cream. I kept shooting inside her and she refused to get off. Her vaginal walls gripped my shaft tightly as I kept cumming. Finally I was done. She got off and lay next to me. We kissed again.

"So you were guilty after all," I said.

"No," she replied, "your the first, and don't tell me you didn't want it."

"I loved it and want more," I said.

"Keep performing well in school and perhaps you will get more" she replied.

I got an A in that lesson. Amy Gehring became a private tutor.



The Substitute Teacher



None of the names are real in this story or the first one or the future ones. Any character in this story or maybe chapters to come are 18 or over. I would like to thank Signore Calcio for the idea for this story. Thanks to Angel Love for editing assistance with this story.

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Before I start I think I should introduce the two main characters of the story. The first is Sonia who is Latin American and has a very sexy tan. She is 5'5" and works out a lot so she is in very good shape. She has a very nice pair of average sized tits that are very perky for her age and her nipples really stick out in whatever she wears. They really get a lot of attention from the guys. She has a trimmed pussy that her friend Julie really likes, who I will talk about next. 

"So are you subbing for anybody tomorrow?" asked Julie. 

"Yeah I have to sub for Hank. He is the PE teacher," said Sonia.

Sonia and Julie are very close and intimate friends. Julie is a petite blonde and her hair is a little shorter than shoulder length. She is 31, and her breasts have grown a little larger in the past three years since nursing her baby. Sonia and Julie work out with each other and do a lot of other very intimate stuff together.

"So are you going to have some fun with the guys as you always do you naughty girl?" Julie asked, slapping Sonia's cute ass.

"MMMmmm don't do that here. You know how that gets me wet. We don't need anybody seeing that," Sonia said as she blushed a little knowing that she leaked a little juice. 

"Oh come on, my husband hasn't fucked me in a week and I'm so horny I could almost grab any guy here and fuck him silly," Julie said that as she laughed. 

"MMMmmm well lets get out of here and we can have some real fun," Sonia said after she grabbed Julie's ass and gave it a squeeze. 

The two ladies walked over to the showers while holding each other's asses and almost ever guy in the gym was watching them. One guy even dropped a weight on his foot. The ladies saw the attention they were getting and they giggled and gave each other's ass a good slap. They get to the showers. They are not the female showers but the male showers and since there is nobody else there they get naked. You can tell that they are both wet already. 

Sonia reaches out to Julie and wipes some of the juices off her shaved and smooth pussy and licks it saying, "MMMmmm you taste so good Julie. Let's get in the shower and we can have some real fun."

"MMMmmm after you," Julie said, with a smile as she watched Sonia's ass shake getting in the shower. 

Julie runs up behind Sonia and rubs her crack in her ass and then starts rubbing her tits and stroking her pussy with her other hand.

"MMMmmm Julie your hands are magical," Sonia said, while moaning and purring. "MMMmmm well we are just getting started honey." said Julie, as she started to pinch Sonia's nipples and rubbing her clit.

"MMMmmm stop playing around Julie. I am really horny and can't stand it!" complained Sonia, as Julie kept pinching her nipples and fingering her pussy with one finger.

"Alright you got it you horny slut," Julie said, as she kept rubbing her ass into her crotch.

Julie started adding another finger to Sonia's pussy and kept rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples hard. Sonia started caressing Julie's ass and sucking on a finger. She moved her hand around slowly inserting a finger into her ass. They both started moaning and purring really loud. Just then a black guy walked into the showers and heard them. 

"Hello. Is someone there?" asked the black guy as he walked toward the shower.

The guy walked over to the shower and pulled the curtain open. His towel dropped and his dick gets an instant raging from what he sees in the shower stall. He is 8 inches. The girls turn around but keep doing what they are doing and see his hard on and they both smiled.

"Well are you going to join us big boy?" Julie cooed, as she stared at his hard cock. He stepped in and closed the curtain after him.

"I sure will," he said, as he entered.

He walked around to the front of them and started sizing up Sonia's body He started stroking his cock and a bit of pre-cum oozed out as he watched the two girls having fun. 

"MMMmmm why don't you let me do that for you sweety?" Sonia asked. as Julie started fingerfucking her fast with two fingers now and kept pinching her nipples. 

"Alright sure," he said as he started walking toward the two girls.

Sonia stretched out her arm and started rubbing his cock. The pre-cum was lubing it up good and he was starting to get wobbly in the knees. She could tell he was about to cum because she could feel it in his balls and his cock. 

"MMMmmm Julie I think he is about to blow. Why don't we get our shower?" she asked, as she pointed and stared at his throbbing cock.

"Sure I really need one bad," Julie said as she stopped playing with Sonia. 

Julie took her fingers out of Sonia's pussy and licked them clean. Then she knelt down in front of the black guy and Sonia followed her. 

"Well come on we are really dirty and we need our shower. Are you going to give it to us big boy?" Sonia asked as she grabbed his cock.

"I sure am," he said as, he took his cock in his hands.

He began stroking it slow from the head all the way down to his balls. He did this for a few minutes, and then Sonia took his cock from him and started jacking him off fast. He started to moan and she could feel the cum traveling form his balls to his cock.

"Get ready Julie, he is about to give us a powerful shower," Sonia said just as the guy's whole body stiffed up.

Sonia kept stroking his cock very fast and was rubbing his balls with the other hand. He started to tense up and that is when it happened. A long stream of warm cum shot out of his big cock and hit Sonia right in the mouth and another one came out and hit her forehead. Julie takes his cock from Sonia and aims at her mouth and another shot hit her right in her mouth. For the next minute or so he shot strand after strand. He finally leaked out the last bit of his load. The ladies were soaked in his black seed. 

"Clean my cock off. Clean." the black guys said, as she shoved his cock in their faces. 

They both started licking the big cock from head to his balls. Sonia took it in her mouth and sucked it clean. Julie took it in her mouth to get the last drop. 

"Thanks ladies that was the best orgasm I have had in a while. Maybe you can give me your phone numbers and we can do this again," said the black guy as he stepped out of the shower.

"Actually we don't give out our phone numbers but we are always here at the gym so whenever you see us just come on over and we can have some more fun. Thanks again for the shower," they both said in unison as they flashed their wedding rings as he got dressed a left.

The ladies took the next 5 minutes to lick the cum off of each other. They licked it off their tits and their ass and legs and all over their bodies. They shared the cum in one very passionate kiss. They took a real shower now to get the rest off and got dressed.

"MMMmmm we have to stop by here more often and get another shower because that one tasted really good," Sonia said as she put on her bra. 

"Yeah we do but we should go now. Our husbands may wonder were we are," Julie said as she put on her boots.

They got fully dressed and left the gym with contented smiles on their faces and their hands on each other's asses. 

"You are sure going to have fun tomorrow in your class Sonia," Julie said as they left the building.

"MMMmmm I plan on it. You can check in on the class if you want to or I could just tell you what happens the next day. Bye sweetie," Sonia said, as she kissed Julie on the lips and got in her car and drove away.

The next story talks about her subbing for the teacher and the "fun" time she has with the students. I would really appreciate comments whether positive or negative. Thanks.