6 comments/ 74029 views/ 15 favorites The Truth By: lilywhite31 Parking her car, she looked up at the big house that had once been her home. Today she buried her little brother and instead of sadness, she simply felt regret. If things had been different she could have been a better sister and friend to the man. So many things just got in the way. Jill left home at 18 for good and vowed she would never return. Now at the age of 31 she was back. She was a grown adult with a family of her own. If sometimes her children asked why she didn't speak to her father, she was able to tell them that sometimes things just happen and no one is to blame. Unfortunately, Jill felt like her father didn't see it like that. Getting out of her car, she braced herself one last time before walking to the door and stepping inside. Everything looked the same. She couldn't understand how that could be. She was different, she looked different and acted different. She still chose to wear her hair long, almost to her waist. She still had a very trim, sexy figure, even after carrying two children, or maybe it was from running after two small children. She still looked more like her father than her mother. She still had blue eyes and full luscious lips and blond hair. Everything was the same and yet it was different. Like him, every thing was different and yet there he was, still sitting in his chair. "Hi Daddy," she said quietly. He was a bear of a man, or a mountain of a man, as her mom use to say. Big and cuddly and solid and gruff when he was actually all soft inside. He'd be 53 years old now. Her brother, Sean, thought that he should have married years ago. Her father had constant female company and apparently he enjoyed very young women. Sean use to say how the "old man" was still a ladies man and he should settle down. "Princess. Welcome home," he said in that gravelly voice that still sent shivers up her spine. So many years had past since that night long ago. She'd been 18 and so sad and empty. Her mother, her wonderful mother had just died and Jack, her father was destroyed. She remembered holding him as he cried and how he held on to her. She didn't mean to fall asleep in his bed, but it just happened. She didn't mean to wake up in his bed and again, it just happened. She thought when her father started kissing her, that he was dreaming, that he thought she was her mother. She didn't know and once she realized, it was too late to stop. He had her on her back, her legs spread and his cock thrust inside her. Later on, when she was honest with herself, she realized she didn't want him to stop because nothing had ever felt so right. She left the house the next day and never returned. For weeks she was terrified that she was pregnant. Her father called, left messages, had her brother call her. She wrote him when she was able to and told him she forgave him and that she just needed time. There just never seemed to be enough time to change how she felt. It wasn't that she felt like she had committed a great sin or anything, although part of her did. It was more that she felt like she had betrayed her mother and that was something she had trouble living with. Jill walked further into to the room and felt her heart start pounding when her father rose from his chair. "You got a hug for your old man," he asked, opening his big arms wide. His eyes watched her carefully, like a hunter might watch a nervous animal. She calmly walked into her father's arms and leaned in to embrace him. He was still so much bigger than her physically. When she was a little girl she loved that about him, was proud that her father made her feel so safe. He use to grab her and squeeze her into a "grizzly" bear hug. That's what he called them. Grizzly hugs. She asked for a grizzly hug before bedtime every night. She loved her daddy so much. Before she could break away, her father leaned in closer. His body touched her body intimately, his leg seemed to melt between her legs. Suddenly, his knee was rubbing her crotch and his breathing had changed. She could feel his chest pressing against her full, sensitive breasts. Liquid began to pool between the soft folds of her cunt. She hadn't felt like this in so long. Not since the last time her father had held her. She tried to resist. She thought she heard herself say a soft, "no," but she couldn't be sure. Then her father was kissing her. His tongue delving into her soft, hot mouth, exploring, tasting her. She groaned and it seemed to sound like someone else and not her. His hands were everywhere, pulling at her black dress, pushing up her bra and ripping her panties from her body. He was moving her backwards quickly. She felt a cold, hard wall at her back. She barely had time to register that her genitals were exposed when she felt his hard cock inside her. Jill hissed a shocked, "Daddy," and then he was pumping his dick into her pussy. Her hands grasped his shoulders as he wrapped one of her legs around his waist, shoving into her hard. Over and over. Instead of thinking about her children or her husband or of her dead brother, she thought only of him. The constant reverberation in her head was "daddy, daddy, daddy," as he drove himself into her. Yes, daddy, daddy, daddy. Take me, she thought. Fuck me, make me yours. Jill didn't realize she was sobbing. She didn't know what she was saying. She knew only that her father was fucking her and that she was in heaven. So long, so many years. What a waste, she thought. Her father growled and groaned, violently fucking his beautiful daughter now. He wanted to punish her for leaving him when he needed her most. He wanted to punish her finding someone else, when he never could. He wanted to punish her for letting another man father her children when it should have been him. He wanted to hurt her, but he found he couldn't. He could only love her with his body, again and again. When she screamed her release, only then would he let himself go as well. His body tensed and jerked and splashed her lovely womb with his seed. Groaning, he leaned into her body, panting. Sweat poured off the lovers and Jack gently eased her against him, walking with her to the coach. He pushed her half dressed body down and eased onto his knees between her legs. Using her black dress, he cleaned her red slit. Then he leaned into her and began to do something he'd been wanting to do forever. He began to eat his daughter's cunt. The day quickly became night and they both came to understand how they couldn't ignore the truth forever. Later on, as they sat together in his chair, spent and relaxed, he told his daughter how much he loved her and how sorry he was that she was ashamed of that love. He didn't care what others thought. He didn't care that they would label him perverse. He loved her mother but it was only a small drop compared to the love he had for Jill. She kissed and held her father and told him she would try to make him happy from now on. She would try to be the daughter he needed and deserved. In the years to come, Jill divorced her husband and gave him fill custody of their two children. She moved in with her father and they eventually had a little boy they named Sean. The Truth "Michael Wells has been seen around town with an attractive married woman." Those were the words that began the destruction of my marriage. They were factually true. The photo clearly showed my face, it only showed the back of her head. I am Michael Wells. My friends call me Monkey. I won't go into all the details about that, I will give you the quick version. My initials are MW. Years ago there was a large department store chain with the same initials, some of you may have heard of it. They were referred to As Monkey Wards in some parts of the world. Needless to say someone saw the initials on a bag or something, and the name Monkey was applied and it stuck. I guess it is a bit ironic that I run the local (almost a) department store. We are still growing, we are currently at 45,000 square feet.. I have lived in the same town almost all my life. You sneeze on one side of town and someone on the other side will be calling to report to all their friends that you are sick. Before the day is through you have died and the services are being planned. The town is not so small as some of the minds within it; after all we have 5 stoplights here. Well, it is 6 if you count the one out by the fireman's carnival grounds. They only use that one when something is happening there. The local paper only publishes on Monday and Thursday. In my opinion it is not worthy of being called a newspaper; but then it is too rough to use as toilet paper and I have no bird cage. The owner's wife writes a local gossip column that is known to always tell the truth. That is the name; ALL THE TRUTH. The padre at the Catholic Church was seen drinking wine; during Mass was not stated. There was a report as to the number of bottles in the trash. Glass recycling is once a month here. The fire chief was seen running around at the fair grounds without his pants on; he was in the dunking booth at the carnival in his swim trunks. The stories went on and on, all reporting actual facts that were completely true, just leaving out the information that would make complete sense out of it. Cleve Barker was the owner/editor of the local paper. His wife Emma Barker was the gossip maven, the seeker of eternal truth, the person who ruined my life. Emma Barker was the most vindictive bitch I ever met. She had been in the week before to replace their washing machine. They bought the old one from us 25 years ago. We only made one service call to replace a drive belt, the washer was considered unreliable after that. We had one on sale, at $10 above cost. She wanted that one with free delivery and setup. I pointed out that the ad clearly said "Delivery and installation extra." She stormed out. She went to the big national name store in the next county and paid nearly double what we would have charged her for the same machine, and additional for the delivery and setup. They would typically deliver it in a week; we would have had it there the next day. It was not the cost; she just liked pushing her weight around. And, oh man, did she have some weight. Rumor has it that she slipped on an icy sidewalk, fell down, rocked herself to sleep and almost froze to death. Too bad it was almost. The day my life as I knew it almost ended. I arrived home from work, that fateful day, to find all my clothes in the yard. The sprinkler was running, the locks were changed and a man waiting for me with a rather large envelope. "Michael Wells?" "You know I am you stupid idiot." "You have been served." The stupid idiot was my cousin Steven. "You could have done me the courtesy of warning me" I yelled as he went back into the house. My neighbor, Spud, was on the way over to help me clean it up. I waved him off and said "Let it be. I'll get some more tomorrow at work." He wanted to load it all in my pickup but that was going nowhere until the flat tires were replaced. Spud said "I called for the rollback down at Tom's Garage. He will get it in the morning." Then he handed me the paper and showed me the latest gossip. "The bitch gives her a compliment and she divorces me. WHAT is wrong with this?" Spud commented, "She has not figured out how to get into the garage yet. Imagine what she would do with your car and tools." The car he referred to was my first car, a 64 Dodge Custom 880. The first half of the year they made the Custom 880, the second they put out the Polaris. The thing is a boat, oh what a smooth ride. Mom gave it to me after Dad died, it was his last car. He must have driven it for 20 years before he died. I also have the first delivery van from the store in there. It is almost completely restored to new condition. I was 17 when Dad died of cancer. Mom and I ran the store together until she got too old to work full time. At 68 years old she is still doing well but can not take the stress of a full time job. She still opens the store a few days a week to be sure I am doing things right. Spud continued "I also called Arnold Benedict to get a restraining order to keep her out of the garage." Arnold went to school with Spud and me. He is the other local lawyer in town. By that I mean, other than Eileen's brother. Eileen is my wife, for the moment. Neither she nor her brother is very smart. She got the looks in her family; he got the stupid name. Wadsworth Wallington Smythe VI, it was a family tradition. The others had all died young. Spud claims it is the 'shame of the name' that causes it. In reality they all got careless and died in accidents; the first couple were horse and wagon, the later ones were all in automobiles. The pair figured that the new locks would persuade me not to go into the house. UMmmmm, NO! Not going to work that way! The house was my grandfather's. I owned it and also my share of the store before I married Eileen. Her name is not on the title of either. We'll let her think she won, for a while. Spud and I retired to his house. His wife Ethel is Eileen's best friend. Ethel just happened to be visiting her mother that week; she had retired and moved to Florida. If Ethel had been home she would have pointed out that the woman named in the gossip was Eileen. She was not there, so she could not point it out, now we have a mess. Steve left shortly after dinner. We had pizza and cold beer, mine was root and diet. I kept a log of the times and dates I tried to call her to explain the picture. She hung up each time she was home. If she was not home I left a message explaining that it was her in the picture. I was ordered to not try to make contact with her again after 2 weeks of trying. She obviously never listened to what I said. Spud had access to the computers at the newspaper. He asked for and was granted a copy of the file for the photo, but only after he already had it in case it disappeared upon asking. He left an envelope on the door with the picture blown up; she burned it without opening it. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. The next morning the sprinkler was still running as Eileen left to visit the gym. While she was gone I let myself into the house. Wait a minute; you said she changed to locks, I can hear some of you calling out She never knew about one door into the house. Years ago when they had horses instead of automobiles there was a side door that lead out to the stable and carriage house; a servants entrance if you will. The coat closet near the back kitchen door was originally a mud room. A new back door was cut into the back of the house when the garage was built. The original moldings, door and other woodwork were used so it all looked like it had always been there. The replacement door slab was covered over with cedar panels to match the other walls. The only visible lock was on the other side in the old coal bin which I had converted into my tool locker. A roll away tool chest was parked in front of the door. I had the key in the chest. Less than 5 minutes after she left we were in the living room. The security company I used at the store was busy installing cameras with sound capability in every room and phone taps. Arnold owned the company as an addition to his law office. He had investigators working for him too. I had a few follow her for 2 weeks and decided it was a waste of money. The most likely place to cheat was in the morning at the gym, she didn't. Spud works on electronics for a living. He installed key tracking software on her computer and a program to allow remote monitoring at will. She would never notice the extra wire pushed through the wall into my garage. The security company would monitor all of it and keep what was necessary. She never takes her suitcase, excuse me her purse, when she goes to the gym because it will not fit into the lockers. I fished out her cell phone and Spud set it up to transmit all calls to another phone with a recorder. It was on my account, if she doesn't like it tough. As I put the phone back I saw the birth control pills in her purse. This would explain why she did not get pregnant. We had agreed to try. The GPS action on the phone was already activated. Remember I said she was not smart? She can get lost turning around in the bathtub. I have lost track of the times I had to tell her how to get home from wherever she was. We would monitor the places she went using the GPS feature. Once an hour her phone's location was recorded. The area was cleaned and returned to normal before she returned almost 2 hours later. She showered and dressed for work and was out the door. When Ethel returned she tried to tell Eileen that it was her in the photo. Eileen said she was taking my side and asked her to leave, rather loudly. One evening the next week, I stopped by to visit my mother and bring her up to date on what was going on. The next afternoon the gossip column had a story about my visiting a widowed lady in town late in the evening. The headline read "Michael Wells is seen visiting older widow woman." It went on to say how I stayed overnight and left directly for work the next morning. The photo showed me kissing her on the cheek before I entered the house. Her house number clearly showed in the photo. Her face was blurred to conceal her identity. While I was visiting my mother the activity at my house was not being observed by the paper. Steve had become a semi regular guest for dinner, stopping in about 3 times a week. As he was leaving that evening he was assaulted and robbed by a group of men. The men were dressed in gang threads and ski masks. UMmmm, we don't have gangs in our town. He was taken to the hospital with a broken leg, ruptured spleen and massive bruising, and many scrapes, cuts and contusions. The only evidence they could find was the shoe imprints where they had stomped and kicked his naked body. A patrol car had found him laying in the gutter in front of my house about an hour later. At the time this all happened Spud was down at city hall repairing the computer network for the town counsel meeting that was in progress. The other neighbors saw nothing. Eileen tried to get a restraining order to keep me away because I was becoming violent; the judge did not see how I was involved in the assault, especially after having Emma Barker on the stand to testify that her article was the truth. She was not a happy woman as the assault would have been a much better story. On the record I had not been within 50 feet of my house or any place she had been since receiving the papers. Off the record I had only been in the house the one time with the installers. Spud, Arnold and I had not seen the surveillance videos. The observer was instructed to do what he had to do. Arnold was given a weekly report of her comings and goings. There were notes in the reports of the two of them doing some kissing and light petting. The only time any of the cameras other than those on the doors were turned on was when she had someone else in the house. The order was to turn them on in sequence as needed, it was electronically controlled. Then came the day of our meeting to work out the details of the divorce; we met at her lawyers office. I sat and listened to all they had to say. They pulled out the 2 newspaper articles and accompanying photos and presented them as their evidence of infidelity. The reports of the assault on Steve were presented too. After they had their say Arnold began to speak. "First item of business from our side is that the house is not up for discussion, neither is any ownership in the store. Mrs. Wells has never had any ownership interest in those 2 items. Mr. Wells took possession before their marriage and had never transferred any part of them to her." He produced papers to prove both and threw them across the table. "The 2 antique cars in the garage were also his property before marriage." He presented the titles for both in the same manner. "Mr. Wells has $10,000 in savings. He will gladly give 50 percent of that to Mrs. Wells when she gives him half of hers. Mrs. Wells has a job that has always paid more than what Mr. Wells gets, so by rights she should be paying him alimony. We have asked for full financial disclosure over the last year from Mrs. Wells, we have yet to receive it. All credit cards are only in one name or the other; the owners will be responsible for their own cards. With regards to the locks on the house, those that were removed were valuable antiques. They were original to the house when it was built. If she can not produce them, in working order, we will ask for the cost to repair said locks or the appraised monetary value of them. As to the reports of the assault, no one handling this issue from our side was involved as decided by the court. Our final item to open for business is," and he shouted at this point "JUST WHY DOES SHE WISH TO DIVORCE HER HUSBAND BECAUSE HE TOOK HER OUT TO DINNER AND SOME OLD BUSYBODY CALLED HER PRETTY. This seems like a rather feeble excuse for granting a divorce in this state." He threw a blowup of the original picture on the table. In a larger size it was clear the photo was of her. Her gasp from the other side of the table was indescribable. "Mrs. Wells has 30 days to return the house to its owner in the same condition, or better, than when she took possession. If she still occupies the house at that time we will have her evicted." Arnold and I stood up and walked out. Eileen was beginning to sob loudly by the time I was to the door. I smiled, turned and left. As I walked away I shouted over my shoulder "The older woman was my mother. I spent the night in my childhood bedroom." My phone was turned off before we entered the offices and it remained that way for the next week. I did have another that the night managers could call if there was an emergency or other problem at the store. The calls from Eileen started about an hour after we left them and continued intermittently for 4 days, until the voice mail was full. I had the security company download and record them all for future referrals. The report was that she was really sounding desperate after 4 days of no answer or response. The next day after clearing the calls they started to slowly build up again. I had the security company record and clear them each evening at that point. Ellen was so desperate to talk to me that she violated the protection order and showed at the store. Store security escorted her back out and told her the next time she would be arrested. At this time she had 2 weeks to be out of the house, I wanted her to sweat a little more before I consented to talk to her again. Eileen had taken all of her vacation and was now on an unpaid leave of absence from work. She could return when she was willing and able to do her job. In terror over what she had started and could not bring to a stop she went to Ethel and Spud, and finally to Mom. Arnold had refused to allow her into his office without her lawyer. Ethel and Spud listened and were sympathetic to her, but would not intervene in her behalf. As she left them Ethel told her "You jumped to conclusions and were wrong. You hurt the person who loved you the most. What would you do if it was you on the receiving end of all your crap?" Then she pushed her out the door and shut it. The last Eileen heard was the night bolt being thrown in place. When she showed at Mom's place she received a very frigid reception. In tears she recounted all the errors she had made in the last few months ending with "I am lost without him. I really still love him and now he won't even talk to me." Mom just sat there and looked at her. Finally she spoke "Were you lost before you were presented with that picture? You hurt my only son worse than you can ever know. Now you come to me and ask me for help. Just what kind of help do you suggest I give you?" There was silence for a while. Mom got up and made a pot of hot tea. When she returned she asked again "Just what kind of help should I give you? If I help you, how can I be sure you will not do this again? I only have your word that you love him, your actions speak differently." Eileen was dry; she had no more tears left. She just hung her head and said "I was lost before seeing the picture; I just could not admit it. I was too angry to be reasoned with. I really have no idea what you can do. I just hoped you would." Mom spoke after a bit "Go home and take a bath. You look and smell like shit. Fix your hair and put on some light makeup. Eat a meal; I don't care if you aren't hungry. You need to take care of yourself. I will think about your request and let you know. Good day." After Mom dismissed her she silently escorted her out of the house. The last thing Eileen heard again was the night latch being thrown. Mom knew I was going to stop by my house in the next few days. I wanted our conversation recorded as evidence. Late that afternoon she answered the door to find a man standing there. "Eileen Wells?" She nodded yes. "You have been served". The envelope was about the same sized I had received. . She burst out in tears and threw it on the table. After crying herself to sleep she awoke with a feeling of dread. She knew it did no good to put it off. As she opened the large envelope she saw inside that there was a standard size envelope with only 2 or 3 sheets of paper in it, the rest was padding. Her curiosity got the better of her and she pulled the sheets out of the envelope. There was a short letter on the top. It read: "You have 24 hours from the receipt of this communication to respond. When you have finished you are to call the number below and tape the sealed envelope to the inside of your storm door. Sign the back of the envelope across the glued flap. All questions must be answered truthfully. If there are any questions please call." By midnight the questions were answered and the envelope was signed, sealed and inside the door. The call was made to the number given. When told the envelope was placed as requested there was the simple answer. "Thank you." Sometime in the middle of the night the envelope was removed. She had no idea when. For the first time in months she got a good night of sleep. As she fell asleep her thoughts were "...all over soon. I hope he takes me back." and then she was out. The next morning she had a feeling she should dress up a little, she had no idea why. She did her hair into a nice ponytail and applied light makeup to help hide the bags under her eyes. She could do nothing about how gaunt she appeared. She ate a light breakfast and then lunch later. Just after she cleaned up from her meal the doorbell rang, she jumped. On the way to the door she glanced at the clock, it read 12:30. As she opened the door it was all she could do to murmur "Monkey!" Her legs almost collapsed. She steadied herself on the small table just inside the door. She wanted to throw herself into his arms, she wanted to drop to her knees and beg for forgiveness, she wanted to turn and run. She did none of them; she simply stared. The Truth "May I come in?" he asked. She could only nod. As he passed her she had the presence of mind to push the door shut. She meekly followed him into the house. "I understand you would like to talk. Where would you like to sit?" She pointed to the kitchen. Her thoughts were all jumbled; she followed and sat where he indicated. He sat to her right hand side. She noticed he had a large envelope in his hand. Again her thoughts went wild; her brain could not stay long on any one thought. She was starting to hyperventilate. "Perhaps a drink might be in order to calm you down." The last thing she needed was liquor. He reached into the refrigerator for the ever present pitcher of ice tea, and went to the cupboards for some glasses. After they drank some he began; "Do you agree that this photo is of you?" He held out the infamous photo from the newspaper. She looked up at it and hung her head, and then slowly nodded "Yes", her shame was overwhelming. "You know this was a setup and you fell for the entire thing." The look was incredulous. "What are you talking about?" she blurted out. "Emma Barker came into the store and wanted me to sell her a new washer at a loss. I refused. Don't you remember?" The dazed look slowly disappeared and changed into a look of pure anger and hatred. "I remember you mentioned it." "If you had asked me I could have reminded you. You chose to become headstrong and destroy our marriage." He pulled the envelope of questions out. "Do you have any answers you wish to change?" After a short time she said "...just one. The question was 'Did you do anything while we were separated that you would not do in front of me?' I answered that I had kissed a man in anger." She paused before she added "I allowed him to feel, or should I say I did not stop him from feeling, my breast. I quickly realized that he was taking advantage of me and I stopped him; maybe not as fast as I should have. I was so confused then. I realized at that moment that I still loved you. I had no idea what to do about us, so I did nothing hoping you would cave in." After a pause she added "I told him to get out. That was the night he was beaten so badly. How did you find out?" "You just told me. I knew nothing until just now. I told you, in court, I was not involved in the assault." She started to sob heavily. I pushed her glass of tea over to her. After she settled down again she took a sip and said "Thank you. I am sorry for all of this." I again held out the envelope, "Is there anything else?" She saw it looked sealed still. "I can't think of anything." "Be at Arnold's office tomorrow at 12:30. Bring your worthless brother with you". Then I walked out the door. Eileen's heart sunk to a new low, what was she to do? She knew in her heart that her marriage was over. How could she have been so wrong about all of it? The next day her brother almost had to push her into the office. When they were seated in the conference room Arnold and Michael entered from a side door. Arnold walked over and he sat down. Michael was conspicuous by standing and leaning on the door they came in through. Arnold spoke "You have a choice. You can either sign these documents here and now, or...." Eileen saw a standard divorce contract in his hand. Her heart sunk to an all time low as she read the document. They would pool all their money and split it down the middle; she would revert to her maiden name and never bother Michael again. The tears started as she knew her happy life was now over. Her brother was reading over her shoulder and proclaimed the terms to be unacceptable. She shouted at him to "Shut up! I came to you for advice and you gave me the worst advice possible." As she was looking away to chew out her brother another form was laid on the table beside the first one. She read the first line and her heart began to pound wildly, she felt it might just jump out of her chest. "I wish to consider the continuation of our marriage and agree to the following terms." She looked up and saw him right in front of her. "Monkey?" He directed her gaze back to the document. The first condition was "I agree to ALWAYS talk to my husband before I make any decision that might have a lasting effect on our marriage." There was a notation that said if you agree initial the space below. She could not sign fast enough; in fact she kept dropping the pen because she was so nervous. The second was "I will not believe anything I read in the local newspaper" She signed again, much quicker this time. The third read "I agree to replace all the clothes and personal belongings I threw out in the front yard." She signed again. The fourth was "I agree to create a sign admitting I was a foolish woman and this was my entire fault and post it in the front of the house. She didn't even stop to think, she signed. The fifth read "I agree to tell the entire truth all of the time, no matter how badly it makes me look." She signed There were 18 in all. Number 17 read "I agree to allow Michael any of his heart's desires as long as it will do me/us no harm." She looked up and smiled as she signed it The final one read "I agree to discontinue the use of birth control devices and accept the consequences." She reached in her purse and threw the almost new container in the trash and signed the form. At the very bottom of the form there was a notation that she agreed to go for individual and couples counseling. She signed. She looked up to see him and said "Monkey, I love you. Thank you for the chance." We walked out of the office together after receiving the schedule of our first counseling visits. In the car she said "I don't want to push my luck but what made you decide to take me back?" "You answered the questions fully and honestly and Mom recorded the conversation you had with her. The look of despair on your face said more than your words". "How did you know the answers, the envelope was sealed still." I gave her the envelope, the right side seem was pulled open and she could pull the contents out. "If you had not changed your answer we were through. Arnold told me about the incident when you threw him out yesterday afternoon, before that I only knew there was an incompletely answered question." We stopped in front of the medical clinic and I directed her to get out. We both went in to be tested for STD's. "Number 12" he said. "If you do it so do I" I dropped her off at the house. "You need to prepare the house for my return. I will be back by Sunday. I am needed at work for the rest of the week; I took too much time off to be with you and need to get up to date again at work. My phone will be on again, but don't call during business hours." Saturday afternoon at 4:30 I called "Dress in some nice clothes, we are going to go out." Eileen looked stunning as she walked down the sidewalk to join me in the car. When asked where we were going I just said "You'll see." We pulled up outside the resort and conference center just outside town. As we walked in, there were curious stares and a few people pointing. We walked proudly into the building and stopped to look around near the fountain. Eileen heard an icy voice just behind her and to the left, the words sounded like "Are you back together?" The owner of the voice was just a little too close and got knocked into the water in the fountain as Eileen turned to confront her. "I'm so sorry!" Eileen said as she looked at Emma Barker in the pool. We turned and walked away. Eileen couldn't help giggling just a little. The next week the results were back from the tests, both of us were clean. "Monkey," she said "when can we make love again." "Not yet" was all I said We were living and sleeping together but there was a distance between us that grew a little each week. She soon returned to work only to be told at the end of her first week back that she was not to return for 2 more weeks. She was hurt beyond belief. When she returned home that evening she found me bringing luggage out of the house and throwing it into the trunk. She broke down and cried right on the spot. When I guided her to the car she was confused. I got in the other side and began driving west. We only stopped for food, fuel and bathroom breaks. We said nothing as I drove; the only sound in the car was our breathing and the sound of soft music from the MP3 player in the dash. She soon fell asleep and I kept on driving. Just before breakfast she felt the car stop and turn into a gravel road. The road looked and felt like it had not been maintained in years. We stopped in front of a small log house. In the background you could see the mountains on one side and a lake on the other. In front and behind us you could not see the forest because of the trees being in the way. It was cold that morning and she started to shiver. I simply looked at her and said "Yet", and then we walked to the house together. The inside was clean and warm. After closing the door I grabbed her and we kissed. She was startled at first then returned the kiss with even more excitement than I was putting forth. We kept it up trying to out do the other. When we came up for air our hearts were beating as hard as we had ever felt. We did not leave the bed for 2 days, other than for food and drink and other necessities. Neither of us had any idea where we got the energy to continue, not that it mattered. Nearing the end of the first week we began to take walks along the lake shore, along the paths in the woods and out the road to see all that there was to see. We took frequent breaks to satisfy our passion as we moved from place to place. Near the end of our 2 weeks we were exhilarated and exhausted at the same time. On the drive home we talked about everything and nothing. We made plans, only to change our minds and remake them. I had to keep my eyes on the road, but every time I looked at her she was watching me with the most delighted facial expressions. We came back a day earlier than needed and stopped whenever we felt like it or for no reason at all. As we neared home she asked "Monkey, where did you ever find that place?" "My father and his brother owned it together, when Dad died we stopped going up. Mom still pays half of the expenses each year. Uncle Dan was delighted to see us use it again. He was the one who made all the arraignments, bought the food and cleaned it up for us." The next month we were disappointed to see she was not pregnant. Then she had the worst flu ever. A few months later she started to get sick again, the doctor told us we had succeeded, this time she was pregnant. In all we had 3 children, all boys. We decided it was time for me to take a raise and her to retire. We finally had the life I always wanted. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx There should be a row of "X" to divide these comments from the story, sometimes they are omitted bt the site. Like they say in Chicago, vote early, vote often. Be kind in your comments, I reserve the right to persecute any and all jerks. I am feeling masochistic and decided to enter it in LW category. I wrote it and edited it, if you find mistakes blame it on Mitt Romney. I found that I had written the story in 2 different persons, I hope I found all the 3rd person instances and made them 1st person. The Truth *Author's note-This belongs to me. I hope you enjoy, this is my first story in the Gay Male genre but I hope it suffices. This will be posted on literotica.com under xxxArtemisDawnxxx and under ArtemisDawnXXX on a different site. -_-* '...' thoughts I have always been confused of my sexuality. It was one of those things I used to lie in bed and think about, wondering if there was something wrong with me. I grew up in a small town right in the track of what people call, "The Bible Belt." I was taught from an early age that homosexuality was a sin, and throughout my 18 years of life, I was always right in front of the crowd bashing any queer that walked into our towns clutches. But through it all, there was that voice in the back of my mind saying...'What are you doing Bobby? You're just like them.' I never acknowledged that voice. Until he came. Liam. It was our senior year, and I finally turned 18, and I couldn't wait to get done with high school and head off to college with my football scholarship, it gives me a free ride as long as I keep a B or better average. I have a good life, proud parents, a future sports career, and a hot girlfriend who I plan to marry. All in all, it's the best I could think of, other than that nagging in the back of my mind. The nagging, the constant nagging, noticing boys in the locker room after practice, and the fact that the attraction to my girl seems to be fading fast. I want to be with her, if for any reason than just to be normal. I don't want to be a faggot. Class is about to start now, it's in the middle of the day, just before lunch, everyone is eager to eat and get out of class. The teacher walks in and scans the classroom, we're all silent. Salt and pepper hair, slim but slightly muscular, his mouth quirks up to the side slightly before he speaks. "Class we have a new student, this is my son Liam Dickinson." We look to a door and a boy walks in. I have to keep my mouth from dropping open when I see him, short dark brown hair, he's tall, almost as tall as my 6'6, he has a lanky build. His face is chiseled, a slight cleft in his chin, high cheek bones and full pink lips, a slight blush rising on his cheeks. His most startling feature are his bright lavender eyes. My girl, Angela, who is sitting a few rows up is also ogling him. She looks back and me and sees me staring, I haven't taken my eyes off him since he entered, and when I look at her she's looking at me strangely. 'Fuck. I hope she doesn't think anything.' "Do you have any questions for Liam before we start." A few people raise their hands, and Liam points to one boy up front. "Why did you just start your senior year? It isn't like you just moved here." We all look at Liam, and I stare at his perfect mouth as he starts speaking, his voice is soft but deep. "I was home schooled since middle school when we moved here, I decided to come back this year to celebrate my last year." Another hand was raised and Liam took it. "Why did you start to get home schooled then, why not earlier?" "That's when I started having problems with my classmates. They found something out about me that they disagreed with, then we moved here, but my mother decided to home school me so another incident wouldn't happen." Angela tentatively raised her hand and he pointed to her. "What kind of problems happened for you to have to move and be home schooled?" Mr. Dickinson shoots a look at Liam, and Liam glances at him and shrugs. When Liam looks back at us he had a new light about him. "Well, my "problem" was," his voice is dripping in sarcasm as he speaks the word "problem," "is that I'm gay." His voice lingers longer than it should, the class gets real quiet, and a dark veil shadows his Father's eyes as he looks down and sighs deeply. "Does the class have anymore questions for Liam?" He asks quietly, when no one answers he gestures to the seat for Liam to sit. It's the one right next to mine. Everyone looks at him as he makes his way to his seat, he sits quietly and class begins. *** I enter my room after taking a shower. It was a long first day, and tiring, and I have a heap of homework to do before I can even think about sleep. Its already 9, and I'm exhausted. I groan as I pull my bag onto the bed, I sit there in nothing but my boxers as I pull out the books and papers I need. 'Its gonna be a long night.' So. Very. Long... *** I wake up, sweat dripping off of me and a horrified expression on my face. 'What the hell was that?' My books surround me, some on the floor from where I kicked them off when I fell asleep. My hands come to my face and I wipe off the sweat. I sit there and wonder what the hell made me dream that. I was in my room alone doing my homework, when I decided to lean back and stretch, all of a sudden the book in my lap is replaced by Liam. He's there caressing my bare thighs, my boxers on the floor, as he smiles up at me, my hard cock waving in front of his face. I smile at him and grasp his hair and moan as he runs his tongue up my shaft slowly. One hand drifts down and cups my balls gently, before he goes and sucks on onto his mouth, the other hand now running his nails gently on my thigh. "Oh please baby, suck on it..." I groan as he continues teasing my sensitive testis. He then runs his tongue slowly up, going to the head, he gives me a little wink before he plunges down fast, taking my whole 7 inch length into his mouth, going down his tight little throat. He swallows around me, bobbing his head, going back to where my head almost leaves his throat before plunging back down. His tongue swirls around my shaft, as he protects it from his teeth. One hand is squeezing my nuts, while the other is stroking my chest. "Shit, I'm about to cum." I scream at him and he picks up the pace, swallowing me down frantically before I can't take it anymore and I explode. The first two shots go directly down his throat, the next into his hot mouth, and the rest on his face and chest as he pulls back off me. When I'm done, his mouth is still bulging with cum, and his face is covered in it and dripping down. Some is in his dark hair, one eye closed, the other looking at me with bright, seductive eyes as he swallows my load and smiles. I lean forward and kiss him passionately my hand traveling down to his... And that's when I woke up. My dream, no nightmare, or is it a dream...? I don't know, but while a reminisce, I stroke the hard-on I woke up with, and when I realize, I can't stop, I'm to far and I want release. Thinking of Liam sucking me off got me this way, and I try to shake it off, trying to think of Angela doing it instead but Liam keeps drifting back. 'Is he that skilled in real life.' The thought of finding out sends me over the edge and I muffle my scream with my hand as I shoot my jizz across my bed, some landing on my books. My face is bloodshot as I clean up my load, putting my sheets into the hamper and getting clean ones, and wiping the cum from my books. "I'm not attracted to him." I say over and over, but the back of my mind knows that this mantra is feeble. *** Every time I see Liam in class I always think about the dreams I have the night before, they keep progressing, him sucking, me sucking, thankfully we haven't fucked though. I'm afraid to sleep because of the dreams, but I eventually pass out and dream the things I keep fearing. Then one day at the end of school, I see a crowd of students surrounding something in the parking lot and cheering. I walk over and go to the front of the crowd, expecting to see some freshman getting pounded on by a senior. Instead... Liam is surrounded by 5 guys, and another guy holding him with his hands behind his back, and on his knees and the others kick him with all their might in his stomach and groin. He's screaming with pain, and I see some teachers pass, but they do nothing. 'How can they ignore this?' Because he's gay...' The sympathetic part of my brain screams. "Hey Bobby, wanna join?" One of the guys yell at me, a friend from the football team, Mark. I'm about to agree when I look at Liam. He's looking at me, desperation in his eyes, eyes that are telling me to please help him. I shake my head at Mark and he shrugs. "Fine, more of this fag for us." He says and turns back, rearing his leg to kick him again. Everything goes in slow motion, I run and tackle Mark onto the ground, then getting up and going after the guy holding Liam. "Bobby, what the hell are you doing? Are you protecting this faggot?" He says as I help Liam to his feet, I see he's grateful. "Are you a queer too Bobby?" My head snaps back to him. "N-no, I'm not." He laughs. "You're a fucking faggot aren't you. All this time, I wonder what Angie will think." I feel anger boiling in me, anger at Mark, anger at me and especially anger at Liam. I feel it building up to a crescendo. "Faggot!" Mark screams, when I turn and punch him full in the face. He falls to the ground and I straddle his waist and start punching his face repeatedly. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'M NOT A DAMN FAGGOT! I'M NOT GAY! YOU'RE THE QUEER NOT ME, YOU AND HIM! EVERYONE BUT ME!" It takes all the guys who were beating on Liam to pull me of Mark. Everyone stares at me quietly. Then I see Angela, a look of horror on her face. I try to go to her but she turns and runs to her car. The crowd then disperses, Mark's friends helping him away. I hear footsteps behind me. "Thank you." Liam says quietly. I turn my head in his direction, I can only imagine how my face looked, but he immediately backed up, a look of fear on his face. "Fuck you." I say quietly and walk away. *** A few weeks after that incident, the whole school now thinks I'm gay, and that me and Liam are a thing. No one listens. I've lost everything, all because I helped that fucking homo. I hate myself even more due to the fact that the back of my mind is happy about it now, saying I'm starting to accept my homosexuality. It makes it worse because everyday Liam tries to talk to me, making everyone glare and laugh. Angela looks at me with hate and sadness. I was going to marry her, I loved her...didn't I? "Bobby...why won't you talk to me, you defended me, and now you act like I don't exist." Liam says softly to me. I glare at him. "I hate you, you fucking queer, that's why. You ruined my life because I felt sorry for you. He stares at his desk and says quietly. "I didn't ask you to help me." I fall quiet, but I don't want to listen to his truth, or the truth in the back of my mind. 'You're falling for him Bobby...' I clench my fists to were the knuckles turn white against the strain. 'Fucking faggot.' Later that day, a the end off class I go to my locker to switch notebooks. When I get the one I need, a guy with his hood pulled up and over his face grabs it and runs down the hall heading down the stairs. I give chase, yelling for them to give it back, I chase him to the bottom where he turns to the right and goes behind the stairwell. He has no where to go behind there, he's cornered. Stupid freshman. As I corner him he drops the book and pulls back his hood. Its Liam. "What the fuck? Liam...?" His name rolls off my tongue like honey and I stop talking. He puts his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry, I couldn't think of another way for me to talk to you alone. You don't want to go near me and I know you don't anyone to see us talking either." I feel anger boiling. "You're right, I don't want to fucking talk to you, I'm just going to grab my book and leave, you're lucky I don't beat the shit out of you." He smiles slightly. "You've already had that opportunity and you didn't take it. I don't think you want to hurt me...in fact I think you like me..." My face gets hot. 'Does he know...?' "Lies. Everything you say, just lies. I don't like you, I hate you, no loath you, I wish you'd die you gay ass fuck." He drops his hands and walks slowly over to me. "I think you do like me...Bobby, and I...I like you too, and I want to thank you for rescuing me before." He closes in and before I can react his lips press to mine. They're warm and soft. He presses slightly closer, he smells so good, and his taste is divine, like some kind of fruit. He wraps his arms around my neck as he deepens the kiss, and his tongue starts to enter mine. My fist goes back and I punch him with all my might. He falls to the floor clutching his jaw, he has tears in his eyes as he looks up at me. I just stare at him, breathing heavily, before I turn and run, leaving my notebook, and a heartbroken boy. *** Liam hasn't been to school since then, I heard that he's been sick. After the first week, which was spent avoiding question on why my "boyfriend" wasn't there, it got quiet and they started leaving me alone. Than one day, I see a note attached to my locker. It's been the norm since I fought Mark, notes calling me gay, and giving crude descriptions of what me and Liam "do" together. I open is carefully and I'm surprised. It's a note telling me to come to 567 Cherry Blossom Avenue. No name or anything, and I don't know who lives there, but some part of me feels as if I know and that I should go. I shake my head and throw it away. *** I keep receiving the notes, everyday, and still haven't figured out who they are from. I've decided, I'll go so I can figure out what this about. *** I walk up the walkway to the big colonial, surrounded by beautiful flowers, trees and shrubs. It smells fantastic. There is no car in the driveway...is anyone home? I go and ring the doorbell, and I hear distant footsteps before the door is opened. Fuck. "You came." He smiles at me, those beautiful lips quirking upward. He's wearing nothing but a towel and his hair is wet. His bare chest is a sight, muscular, but not scarily so. I'm more muscular than he is. "Why the hell did you ask me here Liam?" I'm shuddering as I stare at him...he looks so... "I wanted to say sorry, and to spend sometime with you, to get to know you." "Oh fuck this." I turn to walk away and he grabs me. "Please." He says softly, I feel a need to protect him and I step closer to him. 'Why...why does he look so...hot?' "Liam, I." I say softly. "I can't do this with you, it's a." He cuts me off. "Sin? Not everyone believes like that you know. I don't, I believe everyone is equal, no matter what. That there isn't a deity above cursing us into "hell" just because we love someone, no matter who it is." I stare at him transfixed...'Not a...sin. How can that be...doesn't God damn faggots...Homosexuality is...' "God wouldn't damn his most precious creation just because he or she loved that of the same gender, love is love, doesn't matter with who it is with. I may not believe in your God, but I believe he wouldn't do what the Bible says he does with so called "sinners." He pulls me in the house with him. "Bobby...I love you." I stare at him. Love? How can he love me, after I treated him like I did. Tears come to my eyes and he wipes them away. His lips find mine again, they were just like they were the last time, only this time, I let him. He wraps his arms around my neck again, and mine go around his waist. Such soft skin. 'Can he love me?' We pull away, that's when we notice that his towel dropped, and my mouth follows it. His dick is glorious, about the same length as me, and almost as round as a soda can, the head is a light purple with all the blood rushing to it, he looks delicious. I feel tightness in my pants as my own erection grows when I see how embarrassed he is. 'He didn't plan this...but I want...' He goes to cover himself and I grab his hand before and he looks at me surprised. "What are you...?" He starts to ask before he gasps as I grab his shaft. I smile at him and ask coyly, "Don't you want me?" "I don't want to force..." I silence him with a kiss and stroke his shaft slowly. He starts moaning and gyrating his hips, then he pulls back. "Follow me." He says quietly and turns around and I follow. He takes me to his bedroom, its covered in artwork and it appears to be his. His bed is huge, along with a flat screen on the wall and more furniture here and there. I see another door close to the far left hand corner. 'Bathroom?' Before I can ask, he kisses me deep and starts unzipping my pants. My heart starts to race with nervousness and want. I've had sex before, but never with another man, just with Angie. My heart skips a beat for Angie, I hurt her, just because I was afraid to come to terms with myself, but here, in this moment, I've never felt happier. He pulls out my cock and her cheeks deepen in color, he's so cute, and I want to take him here and now, but I also wanna go slow, if just for his sake and not mine. He pushes me back onto the bed and he falls on his knees in front of me. 'Almost like my dreams...' He gives me a small smile and gently runs his tongue across the head. A tingling sensation shoots through my spin and kidneys and I let out a soft gasp. He runs his tongue from the base to the tip, repeating the process over and over, going faster each time. My hand goes to the back of his head and I grip his hair tightly and he moans when I do, going even faster in licking me. I've had Angie blow me before, it was pretty good, but I ended up just jerking it and blasting it on and in her mouth, but Liam was different, there was a finesse she didn't have, plus, she wasn't...well HIM. Just then, after one final lick he takes me in quick and all the way until I hit the back of his throat. A short scream escapes as I grasp his head with both hands now, forcing him deeper. He starts bobbing his head quickly, running his tongue in circles around my shaft. Its soft, wet and warm, his teeth gently scraping every now and then sending electric jolts up my cock and into my brain making it go blank. I feel myself getting closer, and I feel him shimmy my pants the rest of the way down and he starts massaging my balls. They tighten against my body as I start reaching my peak. He goes faster, taking me down completely down his throat, swallowing around me spasmodically. He keeps me there, but keeps going up and down fast, getting me to were he can take a breath, and then shoves me back in. Just then I feel a moist finger near my ass. He gently strokes it, then slowly pops his finger in to the first knuckle. My eyes clamp shut as I shoot jet after jet of my cum into his mouth. He takes it all with pride, swallowing down ever last drop. He pulls back, smiling. I look at him in a daze, then lean forward and crush my lips to his. He moans, and I moan with him. I taste my cum, salty, and a bit bitter, but actually good. I pull him up on the bed with me and straddle him. I quickly take off my shirt and go back to kissing him. I feel my cock hardening and it start to press against his. Our dicks rub together as we passionately kiss. I feel precum leaking out of me in globs and mixing with his. I can see that it's covering his pubic mound, and some of his lower belly. I into his eyes, unsure of what to do. He smiles at me. "Go into the bathroom there, in the medicine cabinet is a bottle of lube, go get it." I nod and climb off him, giving him a kiss before I go. I go to the bathroom, finding its almost as big as his bedroom, a huge tub that has to fit at least 8 people, and a shower off to the side. I go to the cabinet and search, its in behind a bottle of peroxide, and I grab it and go back to Liam. I stop short when I see him, his face is towards me, his mouth open in a pleasurable "o" and his eyes are heavy lidded as he lays with his ass in the air and his face in the pillows. He's stroking his cock and I see precum leaking and making a stain on the bedsheets. "You know what to do now right?" He asks jokingly as I walk over, uncapping the lid. I climb on the bed and get behind him, putting some lube into my palm, I put the bottle down and dip a finger in the goo. I touch it gently to his ass and he shivers. The Truth "Please..." I swirl my finger around his puckered hole until it glistens. I dip it in again and start pressing into his ass. Its tight, and warm, and he's clenching around my finger enough to cut off circulation. I groan, and hurry though the application, I can't wait to get into that tight little hole. Using the rest of the lube I apply it to my rock hard cock, and I make sure to coat it liberally. I grab his thigh and position myself against his little anus. "R-ready?" I ask. He nods, panting and moaning, and I start pressing myself in. In a couple seconds my head goes in with an audible "pop" and we both groan. His ass it amazing tight, gripping my dick with all its might. "Damn...Liam...You...feel so good." He smiles at me. "Can, can I do more now." "Go ahead baby, sheath yourself inside me...fuck me nice and hard, please." He doesn't have to tell me twice. I push in , and it slips in easily when he relaxes. As soon as I'm in he clamps down again, then I start to do what he asks. I fuck him. Hard. I grip his hips, the whites of my knuckles showing, as I pull out and force myself back in and I pound into him hard. His screams echo through the house and I stop, worried I'm hurting him. "Are you ok?" He looks at me and pants. "Yes! Please keep going, please!" I oblige and continue pounding into his tight little hole. He feels even better than Angie did the first time we did, I already feel close to cumming with him. I try to hold off though, I want to make him feel good, and I think...how do I make him feel good? I smile as I get an idea. I reach down and start stroking his cock. He gasps, and I grip it hard and jack him as quick as I can go. I can feel his balls tighten up against my already tight balls. "B-b-bobby. Let me flip...I wanna face you when we...cum." I pull out and start quickly rubbing my own cock to keep this sweet feeling going while he flips over. He lays flat on his back and lifts and spread his legs. I come up between them, grabbing his legs and putting them on my shoulders. I gently nip at his heels as I position him and I place my cock between his ass cheeks. I grab the bottle of lube again and apply more to my cock and his ass, and I start pressing in again. Seeing his face this time feels like a new experience. He bites his lip and his eyes close slightly, his brow creasing down slightly and then relaxing as his mouth turns into an "o" again. His ass is even tighter now than it was, and it feels unimaginable. I bottom out quickly, and go back to my fast pace from earlier. I reach again and grip his cock, stroking easier from this angle than the other and he starts bucking his hips sending jolts of pleasure through me each time. I stroke his cock faster and faster as I watch his balls tighten even more, almost flat against his body. His moans get louder and louder, and I squeeze down harder on his cock and thrust into him like a madman. I fuck him hard, one hand gripping his waist, pulling him to me each time I thrust, and the other jerking his cock as fast as I'm thrusting. I start to feel him pulse and his ass starts to periodically clench. He feels good, even better than all the times me and Angie were together, and its easier to cum with Liam than it was with her too.. Just then he tightens up, his back arching and a scream erupting from his throat. Jet after jet of hot cum shoots from his cock, splashing across his chest and belly, some of the first shots landing on his mouth and chin. His ass clenches down to the tightest its ever been and then unclenches and clenches again. His ass milking my cock, trying to get me to cum. I look down at Liam, he's covered in his cum, his hands laying in his chest and belly limply, a smile on his face as I pound into him. Cum is still dripping from his softening cock. Then he does something I don't expect, He takes the hand on his chest and left it to his mouth and puts his cum coating fingers in his mouth and sucks them gently. This erotic sight is enough to send me over the end and I send the biggest load I've ever had deep into his bowels. I scream as I cum, filling him with my seed, as he clings to me, murmuring soft things, and his ass milking me of everything. When I'm done, my mind goes fuzzy and I collapse on top of him. *** A couple hours later, we are laying cuddled up on the bed, we did a few more things after I got my head cleared. We cleaned up and dressed, and when his parents came home I stayed for dinner. This is the happiest I've ever felt, and I never want it to end. Liam shifts in my arms and looks up at me. "Bobby...I love you." I stare at him shocked, and hurt starts to cross his expression, but then I smile. "I love you to Liam." He breaks out into a breathtaking smile and I can't help myself as I crush my lips to his. I feel my cock hardening again and he brushes it. Its gonna be a long night. Thank God. *I hope you enjoyed, this is one of my first fluffy gay stories, the other being a prison scenario. Give feedback, I'll need it, and if you like it, check out some of my other stuff. * The Truth About... How was I going to explain it? I had lusted after her for so many years, that I didn't have a clue, how to bring the subject up when all we had now, was the two of us. I had watched my parents slog through a very messy divorce and I often wondered why. They are both great people and together, they looked like the ideal couple but I guess things happen, that change lives and this was one for me and for my mother. My mother is well known in the neighborhood for her activities with kids and young adults, especially, in regards to helping young offenders and their families. Unfortunately, what she did, sometimes, was not well known and I only found out about it by accident. My mother has always been a very open person and her sexuality just radiated from her, not that she flaunted it or anything like that, but just to look at her, was erotic and sexual. She has an average body but her features are what turns, men on to her. Her lips are fully and pouty and when she licks them, it sends a message to every man around her. It may a mixed message but from the reaction I've seen in men, it is very intoxicating. Her breasts are ample and firm, not overly big but they are in good shape, considering her age. Her hips are shapely and when she walks, they just exude sex. Her legs are long and shaped like they were made to be put around a man's waist and hold him tight as he fucks her wet cunt. She spends a lot of time on exercise so is in good shape, both mentally and physically. I've watched her many times, exercising and I get an erection every time I do especially when she is on her back, her legs in the air and spread. I've often imagined those legs wrapped around me. The best thing I like to watch her do is work out with her big, medicine ball. She likes to lie on it and roll it back and forth, her breasts squashed against it and I think about them against my chest, every time I see her doing it. I think she knows about my visions but she has never said anything about them until the other day when I was watching her exercising. She had on a skimpy pair of shorts and a top that might as well not been there, her breasts, hanging out of it, showing off her nipples and their firmness. My cock was immediately, hard when I saw her and I followed her to watch and see what she was going to do. Watching her hips sway as she walked was an instant turn on and I felt that maybe, now that the divorce was over and things had started to settle down a little, I could, maybe make a move on her. Nervous, hell, I was petrified as I walked into the room. She didn't notice me at first as she was hard at work. I just stood and stared at her as she worked out on the climber/stepper, her firm cheeks filling her shorts and I could see her muscles through them, flexing and grinding as she continued. I marveled at how toned her body was as she started slowing down her exercise and I could see the sweat pouring off her, dripping down between her breasts, shining and slippery. She was breathing hard and had to stop to relax a little before she started another cycle of exercises. That's when she saw me watching her. "Hi, baby," she puffed. "Hey." "I'm glad you're here. I need your help with the weights." "What do you want me to do?" I asked, walking over towards her. "Spot for me, will you?" "Sure." I watched her get onto the weight bench and get under the bar, hanging over her head. "Just stand behind me and help me get started," she said, her shapely hips and legs, straddling the bench. I got behind her, over her, looking down at her as she reached up for the bar. I could see right down her top, her breasts and hard nipples in full view as she tried to lift the bar off the holder. I reached down and grabbed the bar, helping her get it off the holder and she extended her arms, holding it above her for an instant. Starting to pump the bar up and down, she quickly seemed to tire. After a few more lifts, she looked up at me and motioned with her eyes for me to help her. As I grabbed the bar, I noticed her looking at the front of my shorts, the bulge in them, very evident. I wasn't in any position to do anything about it at that moment but she seemed, not to be able to keep her eyes off my bulge. As I helped her put the bar back on the holder, she never took her eyes off me and when I stepped back, her eyes followed me, staring at my bulge the whole time. I didn't know what to do so I just stood and let her look at me, not saying anything. She closed her eyes and I saw the tip of her tongue come out and sultrily, lick her lips, sending a wave of exotic lust through me. I also heard a soft groan come from her as she relaxed on the bench. She finally got up and turned around to face me. "Do I do that to you?" she asked, motioning towards the front of my pants. I wasn't sure what to say so I simply said, "Yes." She smiled at me and came closer. "I didn't know I affected you so much," she said, standing directly in front of me, her hands on her hips. I couldn't help myself but I blurted out, "You do this every time to me, Mom. You turn me on so much, I can hardly stand it, being so close to you and wanting you so much." Her smile remained on her face and she moved even closer so we were only inches apart. "I'm flattered but why do I turn you on so much?" she asked, not moving, her heaving chest almost touching me every time she took a breath. "Mom, you've always turned me on, ever since I can remember. I love watching you and I love the sight of you, whenever I see you." She pulled me to her and hugged me, pressing her body against me, my erection pushing against her crotch, her breasts mashed against my chest, my head just under her chin. I thought I was going to come right there and then. We stood holding each other for a few minutes before she stepped back and looked at me, the smile still on her face. "You're a very sexy young man and from what I can see, you have a lot to offer a girl." I didn't say anything, just stood, looking up into her face. "Why would you want an old body like mine when you have so many to choose from at school?" "I guess I just like older women," I answered. "There's something, about an older woman that just turns me on so much, I walk around with a hard on most of the time, watching some of the professors and their wives and think about what it would be like to be with them, you know, in bed." "So any older woman turns you so then." "You turn me on the most though. I love watching you work out. You are very sexy, you know." "Well, thank you honey." "I don't want to bring up some bad memories, but I think Dad made a big mistake, leaving you, sexually, at least," I said, as the smile on her face widened. "Well, your Dad and I didn't see eye to eye on sex in the first place. Our sex life wasn't all that good but we did achieve one thing, and that's you." I was really getting nervous now and my erection was straining against my pants so much, I could feel it twitch a couple of times, just looking at her sweaty body. She must have known, just be the look on my face, what I was feeling as her smile deepened, her eyes sparkling, her lips opening, letting her tongue out to quickly lick them, wetting them, making them shine in the sunlight. "I'm going to need your help again," she said. I wasn't quite sure what she was alluding to but I agreed and followed her upstairs. The view of her ass in front of me, had my cock twitching more as we walked up the stairs, her hips swaying suggestively as she took step after step, me inches behind her, my eyes glued to her ass. I could smell her and it was over powering my mind until we got to the top of the stairs. She stopped and turned towards me, her smile still on her face and looked down at me, still standing on the top stair. She slowly reached up and started to pull her top off, slowly, her breasts coming into view. I stared at her body, wide eyed, as they finally were fully naked in front of me, inches from my mouth. Then she tossed her top away and reached for her shorts, bending down a little to pull them off her, revealing her hairless crotch. She stood up again and didn't move. I could feel the heat radiating off her as she watched my face while I devoured her nakedness. Her legs were apart enough that I could see her cunt lips and the moisture that had gathered on them and my cock twitched again. I scanned up her body, taking in her breasts and how they were heaving from her breathing and then up to her face, still, a wry smile on it. "Come on," she said, motioning me to follow her again. I did and she headed into the bathroom, opening and holding the door open, looking back at me to see if I was behind her. I watched her bend over, giving me a clear view of her ass hole, it's puckered beauty, staring out at me, inviting me, as she turned the water on. "Come on, honey, I need you to wash my back for me," she said, turning around to look at me, her breathing heavier now and I could see the lust in her eyes as she waited for me to answer. "Sure," I stuttered and started to take my clothes off, right in front of her. She didn't move but watched me, never taking her eyes off the bulge that was still so prominent in the front of my, now unzipped shorts. When I pushed them down, along with my underwear, over my hips, I heard a small gasp come from her, seeing the size of me, like it was the first time. I quickly stepped out of my shorts and started to pull my shirt over my head, fully exposing myself to her, as she gasped again, my hard cock waving at her, only inches from her hands. "Oh honey, you have such a beautiful cock," I heard her say as I got my shirt off me and looked at her, the two of us naked and aroused. "I had no idea." She turned and stepped into the shower, holding the door open for me. I stepped in beside her and she moved under the water, turning around, holding her arms out to me, inviting, me into them. I stepped into them and felt her wet, hot body press against me, her breasts mashed against my chest, the way I had so often thought about and my cock slipped between her open legs, resting just below her cunt. Our mouths met in a fury of tongues, each of us, exploring the other's cavity with a need and a wanting that only lovers know exists. I heard her groan softly as I kept my tongue, circling inside hers, searching and exploring it, feeling her heat and her tongue on mine, sending a wave of juices through me that I thought I had come. She moved her body against me, rubbing her breasts across my chest and up and down, holding my ass with her two hands, caressing my cheeks, pulling me into her as hard as she could, my cock throbbing between her spread, wet legs. "Oh fuck, I want you," I heard her mumble through our kisses. I put my hands on her hips and slightly pushed her away from me. She looked perplexed but smiled when I reached up and put my hands on her breasts, feeling their fullness and sponginess, running my fingers around her nipples, hardening them until they were sticking straight out at me. She closed her eyes and groaned louder as I kept caressing her, my hand trailing down her front towards her crotch. She opened her legs a little further and let me touch her wetness, sending a louder groan from between her, now, open lips, her head going back, giving me complete access to her body. "Oh fuck, you feel so good touching me," she said, still letting me wander over her with my hands. "I've wanted you for a long time." I leaned forward and touched her nipple with the tip of my tongue, sending another groan out between her lips "Oh yes, suck my nipples," she said, pulling me against them, mashing my face between them. "Suck them, baby. Suck them hard." I ran my tongue in circles around her nipples and sucked them gently into my mouth, licking and sucking on them as if I were a newborn wanting their milk. She groaned over and over again as I continued working her breasts between my lips and tongue, her nipples becoming like little penises, hard and sticking straight out. My hand, in the mean time, had found her crack and I ran a finger, slowly up and down it, reaching to touch as much of her as I could, feeling the heat coming from her along with some juices that made her opening, almost suck my finger into it. She groaned again when my finger found her opening and entered her. "Oh yes, finger my cunt," she groaned, opening her legs further, allowing me complete access to her, wanting me to fuck her so badly. "Oh fuck, I want you." I thrust my finger in and out of her hot cunt a few times, then moved back to running it up and down her crack, pushing and probing wherever I could, feeling her heart beat against my face as I continued sucking on her nipples. I ran my finger up her crack and probed at her ass hole, sending another loud groan from her. She seemed to want me to touch everywhere on her and was giving herself to me completely, something that I had thought about and masturbated about for so many years. She pulled my head away from her nipples and looked me straight in the eye. "I want you to fuck me," she said, reaching down and wrapping her hand around my cock, running it up and down my length. I want to feel your hard cock inside my cunt so badly, I can hardly stand it. Fuck me now honey. Fuck me with your hard cock." She turned around and leaned forward, resting against the wall, the water spraying down on her back, splashing the two of us as I moved close behind her, reaching out and guiding my cock towards her cunt. She groaned when she felt my head against her opening and she pushed back against it, letting it enter her until my pubic hair was mashed against her ass, my head hitting the end of her canal, sending another loud groan through her whole body. "Fuck me hard, honey. Fuck me until I can't take it. I want your seed inside me. Fuck me, please. Pound me with your big cock." I started slowly, bringing the head of my cock to the outer rims of her lips before thrusting back, fully, up inside her, sending her body lurching forward, my balls slapping her ass. "Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me harder." I sped up my thrusts and the noise of our skin slapping together, was loud and constant as I started to pound myself in and out of her, as fast and as hard as I could. She pushed back against my thrusts, my cock filling her cunt fully every time I thrust into her. Her head was hanging down, rolling from side to side as I fucked her cunt, loud moans and groans coming from her, sending waves of excitement through me, making me thrust even harder, wanting to come inside her and fill her cunt with my wet, sloppy seed. I grabbed her hips and leaned back so my thrusts were straighter into her. She groaned again as I felt my balls start to tingle, my head twitched and I exploded inside her, sending waves of hot, fresh come deep inside her, splashing against her walls, making her groan louder and louder. "Oh fuck, you're coming," she cried out. "I can feel you coming inside my cunt. Yes, yes, yes. Fill me with your seed. I want all of it inside me." I held myself against her ass as I emptied my balls completely into her, holding her hips hard against me, trying to get as far into her as I could. Her skin felt so hot against me as I slowly started to pull out of her, sending another wave of groans cascading out of her mouth, her head hanging still and limp. When I pulled out of her completely, a strand of come kept us attached for a second before falling prey to the water running over us. I stepped back and looked at her ass, reaching out to touch her, probing between her cheeks, spreading them wide. She groaned again at my touch and I pushed a finger quickly into her puckered hole, feeling her heat around me, rubbing her walls with the tip of it. She pushed back against me, sending my finger further into her. "Oh yes, finger fuck my ass," she yelled, pushing harder against me. "I want you to fuck my ass." I thrust my finger in and out of her as she groaned against the wall, her head rolling, again, from side to side, her legs spread wide open, her cunt dripping from the water still spraying the two of us. Her skin was slippery from the water but it was so smooth and tight, I ran my other hand over her ass while I continued finger fucking her ass hole. I could feel my balls tingling as I continued and soon, I had a full erection again, pointing at her, wanting to be inside her hot body again, fucking her with all my strength, emptying my balls, once more into her, filling her with another load of my seed. "Fuck my ass," she said, moving so my finger slipped out of her. "I want you to fuck me in my ass, please." I moved back into her, my head pushing against her ass hole, its puckered entrance, waiting for me, inviting me, to enter it and fuck her. I pushed a little harder and I popped through her outer rim, entering her in a rush. I had to step closer to her, as I entered her so fast, I stumbled a bit. I pushed my cock into her until my balls were resting against her ass. She groaned loudly and pushed back against me, sending a wave of lust through me as I started to thrust in and out of her ass hole, feeling her walls rubbing against my head as I slid it in and out of her. I hit the end of her canal every time I thrust fully into her and she groaned every time she felt it. I started thrusting faster and the noise of our skin slapping together was quite loud, over the sounds of the spraying water. She was so tight and hot around my thrusting cock. I had never felt anything so tight around me in my life and I wanted it to never end as I continued punishing her ass hole, with long, strong, steady thrusts, filling her canal every time I thrust into her. She was almost yelling at me now, wanting me to fuck her harder. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass harder. Come inside my ass. Fill it with your hot come." I suddenly, came inside her ass, my head exploding, sending rivers of hot come, spraying up, splashing against her walls, coating them with it's filmy mass. I held myself against her ass, emptying my balls into her as she groaned and moaned, pushing back, wanting me as far inside her as she could get me. Finally, my cock slid out of her with a slight pop and she stood up, turning around to wrap her arms around me, pulling me into her soaking, slippery body, our bodies coming together, as one. We held each other for a long time until we had started to breathe more normally. She pushed away from me slightly and looked into my eyes, a smile returning to her face. "That felt so good," she said. "Your cock felt so good inside me. I can still feel it's come, filling me. It's been a long time since I've felt so complete." I just smiled down at her. We got out of the shower, drying each other, touching each other as we did and spent the rest of the day, in bed, fucking and sucking, finding out about each other's body in every possible way. That night, as she lay, sleeping, her head resting against my chest, I thought about all those times I had listened and watched her and now I felt complete too. From then on, I never spent a night alone in my own bed. We lived as a couple and fucked like newlyweds, always finding each other, wanting and willing. When I look at another older woman now, all I can do is compare them to my mother and that is no comparison. The Truth About 69 This story is totally fictional but I hope it gives you ideas. I'm my own editor so any grammatical mistakes are my own. Please let me know what you think, I welcome all comments! --Sultry81 * We're sharing the couch watching a movie that's forgettable. You're on one end and I'm on the other. Our legs are twisted together in the middle. You catch my eye and wink and a flurry of heat floods my system. You've always been able to do this to me and I love it. You know what you're doing and I know you love what it does to me. I text you a message, "I'm thinking of a number with 2 numbers. It's a special number and everyone knows what this number means. Do you know what it is???" You pick up your phone and answer without looking at me. "I need a clue..." You need a clue! I've got your clue! "I'm going to watch this in bed, it's more comfortable." How's that for a clue! "I'll come with you." We turn off the T.V. and head to the back of the house turning off lights as we go. I lay on my side of the bed and you lay on yours but we're both at the opposite end of the bed near the T.V. The movie hasn't gotten any better and we're twisting our legs and feet together again. My phone beeps and it's you "69? :-)" You know why I wanted to come to bed but you're trying to make me make the first move. Fine! I slide over to you and not so gently roll you onto your back as I take off your shorts and shirt. You grin at me and I can't decide if I want to kiss you or go to sleep frustrated! Sex wins like always. "Stay put while I take this stuff off!" You stay where I left you while my extra long t-shirt and panties find the floor quickly. You notice that my nipples are peaked but you also notice that I've shaved myself. Your lips purse and you realize that I've planned something. You try to scoot closer and manage a foot or so before I again turn you to your back and silence you protests with a kiss and another question. "Do you know the truth about 69?" I leave you to ponder my question and launch my plan. I begin slowly sucking your cock from the side because I want all of it, every sweet inch. I'm gently holding your balls in my one hand while drooling all over and pumping you with my other hand. Your stomach is flexing under my breasts as I lean over you. I moan around your dick because it feels so good and you are rubbing my butt cheeks with your big hands. "Nobody gets me hard like you do," you say to me. I giggle and suck harder. You mumble something about making me suffer a little bit and move my hips and legs over your chest so that you're staring at what I've shaved. You can see it flexing as I suck on you. You hold my legs apart and stick the tip of your tongue on my clit. I groan around your dick and you squeeze my butt in response to the vibrations in my mouth. I can feel you smiling as you sweep your tongue from my clit to my pussy and then stick it inside of me real quick before you pull it out. My thighs shake and you enjoy trying to make me lose control. I can't talk because my mouth is full but you know what I want. You tease me with a finger and I moan in waiting. You laugh and stick a finger in and cream drips out of me. I suddenly begin taking your cock deep in my throat and begin rolling your balls in my hands. I back off of you and then slowly reach over and suck on one of the balls. You yell out loud. I lick all over the balls while pumping and twisting my hands over your dick and you tell me that you're going to cum. You want to cum. You need to cum, and I stop to turn a little and look at you Your face has one word written on it 'Payback.' So after I stopped you were pretty frustrated with me. You really wanted to punish me. I was giggling uncontrollably and suddenly you wrapped your lips around my clit and sucked while forcing 2 fingers inside of me. I yelped and immediately clenched my muscles trapping your fingers in my tight pussy. I don't know how they fit! You were enjoying my reaction but wishing that your cock was inside of me feeling my kitty muscles squeeze and relax. I moaned and groaned around your dick in my mouth and all of the extra stimulation had you growing even more. I could feel the vein on the underside of your dick pulse in my mouth. You groan around my clit and it makes me realize how close I am to coming, so I know I have to win! I take the kitty out of your mouth and kneel between your legs to really get to work. My hands and mouth attack your cock. You pinch your eyes shut and fall into the pleasure I'm giving you. You can hear the deep slurping sounds I'm making and lots of moaning but you don't know if it's me or you. Both of my hands are twisting around you and your head is spinning. My big sweet tongue is molesting that special spot just under the head of your dick and my fingers are lightly grazing the boys. Your thighs are jumping and your breathing is harsh. Your hands are balled into fists and your abs are drawn tight. All you can do is groan because you know I'm going make you cum. I take one hand and rub my kitty and use the moisture to rub and pluck your nipples while taking you deep. I know you love this. I'm ready to let you cum. I pinch your nipple and lick your balls while you're in my throat. It's over. You can't take it. You cum straight into my throat. You grab my hair and hold on for dear life. Your back is bent and your head is pushing into the bed while you keep my head in place and grunt and groan. I rub your chest and stomach as you slowly come down and release my hair. I lick the tip after I swallowed your load and smiled the smile of champions while you try to regain your breath. I win! "My kitty still needs attention." I whisper to you. I'm waiting for you to give me my tongue bath. My clit pulses with my heartbeat beneath its hood as your fingers reach for it. My breathing increases and you look at me as a predator would view prey. You know I need to cum and if you don't make it happen, I'll do it myself. You put your hands on my breasts and guide me to the bed and as I lay down your mouth trails from my neck down my belly to my clit. Your tongue traces around my little pearl. Your hot breath is making me squirm and moan. Your tongue takes over and devours me. It beats at me. Your lips suck at me. I can feel the tingling start in my belly and toes. I knew it wouldn't take long. I feel like I can't breathe. "Don't stop baby! Don't stop," I say. "I'm gonna cum, don't stop! PLEASE DON'T STOP!" You don't answer me. You put your hands on my inner thighs and push them open to get better contact. You flick your eyes up and I can see them smirking at me. My hips can't stop and my chest is heaving. My eyes close and my hands are grabbing my breasts! "You make me this way. You do this to me!" I scream, as I cum and you don't stop. My legs lock straight and my back is arched. You don't stop and you won't let me down. I'm light-headed but you keep eating at me and I keep coming. I'm trying to push your head away from me but you'll have none of that and you won't let me go. I've lost count of how many times you've made me cum. I need to breathe dammit! I'm crying and you're still attacking my clit. I fall away from you looking for a respite and you laugh in triumph! Victory is yours? Fifteen minutes go by and we're still in bed except now you're on top of me with your arms under me and wrapped around my shoulders using your hold on me to thrust into me so hard that I have to close my eyes every time you do it because you're pushing into me so hard and so deep and it feels so good! I have my hands all over your back and am reaching for your butt when you start telling me how good I feel to you and I smile into your chest and cum so hard that I'm short of breath after shouting at the ceiling and squeezing you between my thighs. We are sweating all over the place and our skin is sticky but it doesn't matter because I'm about to come again and you're covered in my juices anyway. I whisper to you, "I want you to cum so you can feel as good as I feel when you make me cum." You tell me "I'm fighting it! I don't want to cum yet!" I don't want you to fight it and reach between your thighs and roll the boys in my hand while I lick your nearest nipple. That's all it takes. You're mine! Your body locks up. You grunt and moan and feeling you inside of me makes me cum again. I cum so hard and squeeze you so tight that it feels like I'll never let you go. As I finally begin to calm down and relax, you kiss me on the forehead and we both drift to sleep still linked still with you inside of me. The last thing you hear is me answering the last question I asked you: "Do you know the truth about 69? It's a race!" The Truth about Babysitting Dylan Marks stood behind the clear glass insert of his front door and watched his daughter get out of the Dubois' car and lean into the passenger door window to chat with her babysitting employers. He waited, trying to think pure thoughts as he watched her perfect teenage ass. From where he stood, had it been anyone else, he'd say she was turned on. And since he'd seen her babysitting charge at his little buddy's house the night before after dropping her off, he was curious to know why she hadn't come home last night. Initially, he'd assumed she'd made up with her ex-boyfriend but now, he was curious. Why would she spend the night at the Dubois' house instead of at home? Or were they in on it? So many questions... But right now, watching her walk up to the door, he noticed a few things. First of all, she wasn't wearing a bra and those eraser-tip nipples of hers were calling to him, begging to punch through the flimsy material of her halter top. And the crotch of her shorts was dark, like it was wet. But there was a sheen to it, the same sheen he'd felt from his wife's panties after he'd played with her pussy. Looking over Tina's head, he watched the Dubois couple check out his daughter's ass and it all became clear to him. Tina hadn't spent the night at her boyfriend's house, she'd spent it with them. Oh, the doors this opened, he thought as he opened his door for his daughter. "Welcome home baby," he greeted her with a hug. "Hi dad. Is mom home?" "Nope, went to a church meeting. How was babysitting?" "It was great... really great." "Really? Cause I saw little Henri over at the Hendersons on my way to the restaurant last night," Mr. Marks said as he slid his hand to his daughter's ass. "He had his sleeping bag and he and his little buddy were getting a tent set up for the night." "Huh..." "And didn't you have a bra on last night?" Mr. Marks as he pulled the halter top away from her breasts and looking down into it. "Dad..." "It's okay honey. Why don't we go to your bedroom so you can tell me all about it?" Tina smiled up at her father and leaned her head against his shoulder, "My panties are all wet Daddy," she purred with a seductive smile. "I don't believe you're wearing any panties," Dylan said, walking up the stairs to Tina's bedroom. "How did you know daddy?" she asked, leaning heavily into her father's side. "I can just tell." In the far too pink flounces of her bedroom, Dylan stopped. Tina's mom loved pink and would have Tina dressed in it all day long. And this room was clear proof of that. And all that pink and those remnants of Tina's childhood... "Let's go into the guestroom," Tina said, pulling her father along. With a nod, Dylan followed, barely stopping himself from gently pushing Tina along. In the guestroom, he closed the door and turned the lock. His wife would be gone for three, four hours at the least but just in case, he wanted privacy, no, he needed it. Without a word to each other, Tina closed the drapes that brought in the sunlight and perhaps the unwelcome eyes of neighbors while Dylan moved to the bed and turned on the bedside lamp. He sat on the bed and with a look to his daughter, slapped his knees, inviting her to sit down. She smiled coyly and sat on her father's lap, nestling her ass into his crotch, grinning at his hard on. "So, where were you last night young lady?" "At the Dubois..." "But you weren't babysitting, were you?" He questioned her sternly, but his hands ran up and down her back, arms, legs and belly, running short of indecency as he waited for her confession. "No..." she drew out, twitching in his lap, her breath quickening. "And what were you doing there?" "Nothing special..." "Tina," he said, his tone grave, "don't make me ask again." "I swear, it wasn't anything special Daddy." "Did Mr. and Mrs. Dubois leave you alone in their home?" "No." "And what did you do?" "They had a little birthday party for me." "All night?" "No daddy." "Just them?" "Yes daddy." "Did you have cake?" "No daddy, they gave me brie and fruit and champagne." "Champagne? Did you get drunk Tina?" "No daddy." "Were you a good girl Tina?" "No daddy." "How were you bad baby?" Sighing, Tina laid her head on Dylan's shoulder and nestled against him, rubbing her nipples into his arm, looping her arm around his neck. "Daddy, we did things to each other..." "Did you want to do those things honey?" he asked, leaving his hands on her belly and on her back, one hand with the heel pressing into the underside of her breast and the tips of his fingers rubbing the belt of her shorts, while his other hand was on the edge of sinking into the crack of her buttocks. "Oh yeah... they're both so hot daddy. I've been wanting them to fuck me for a long time." "Fuck you?" Dylan asked, sinking both of his hands down, making Tina jerk upright and tremble. "Did they fuck my daughter?" "Yes daddy." "Did they fuck you a lot?" he pressed on, both of his index fingers into her very wet pussy. "Oh yes daddy," she nodded, digging her fingers into his shoulder and arm as pleasure flooded through her. "Did you like it?" "So, so much," she stuttered as his thumb started applying pressure to her oversensitive clitoris. "Do you like it when I play with you like this?" "Yes daddy, it's fun." "Good." "Daddy?" "Yes baby?" "They want me again tonight daddy." "For sex?" "Yes daddy. They said they didn't want me to wear any underwear." Dylan plunged his fingers into deeper within Tina's body, stroking in and out of her, watching her face as she crested through waves of pleasure. "Daddy," she asked haltingly, sliding her hand toward his crotch, "am I allowed to babysit at the Dubois tonight?" "Babysit or babysit?" "The fun kind daddy..." "And should I let you go?" "Well, we can work something out," she said coyly, moving off her dad's lap and between his legs, busying herself at the belt of his pants. She reached into the crotch and pulled out his hard cock, palming it and stroking up and down, "can't we?" "My baby wants to bargain..." "Yes daddy..." "What do you have to offer?" Smiling, Tina stepped back and undid the knot holding up her halter top and allowed it to fall down, showing those beautiful breasts and those cherry-flavored elongated nipples. Then, she undid her shorts and wriggled out of them. Naked, she stepped forward and leaned toward her father until her forehead touched Dylan's. "Me," she answered simply. At that invitation, Dylan couldn't hold back anymore. He pulled Tina into his arms and flipped her onto the bed, laying her on her back. Famished for a taste of her, he spread her cheerleader's legs wide open and feasted on her pussy, drinking the fresh juices of her arousal. He used his tongue and fingers, pumping her. At one point, his little finger slipped into the tight bud of her ass and at her loud, long moan, he jerked up and looked at her, his mouth and chin wet with her. "You like that baby?" "Yes daddy..." "Did you ever..." "No, but I want to. I'm too tight." "Well, my baby's not as slutty as I thought," Dylan chuckled before returning to his feast, slipping his little finger back into Tina's forbidden flower. As he pumped in and out of her and loosened her, he added another finger into her ass. Tina squealed in delight as pleasure overwhelmed her in a massive wave that swept over her. Her body arched, rigid before loosening with delicate shakes. Watching her, Dylan couldn't hold back and took off his tee-shirt and pants and slid on top of his daughter and into his daughter's pussy. His groan at being in her stirred Tina and she shook, tightening around him and curling her legs around his waist. "Daddy," she whispered as he leaned over to roll her nipples between his fingers, "you're bad like me." "I'm worse," he moaned as he started to move his hips in and out of her, "I'm so much worse." "I like you worse." "And I love you bad." Kissing her, drinking from her again, Dylan kept pumping. After she came, their mouths fused and with him trapping her cries of pleasure in his mouth, Tina's father moved to his back, holding on to his new lover, staying in her. Tina looked down at him, exhausted and yet not sated. She arched her back and started slowly moving up and down, fucking herself on his hard cock as he delivered light taps on her wide open pussy. With every tap, he could feel her tightening and loosening around him. "Daddy..." "Yeah baby?" "Can I babysit at the Dubois tonight?" "Do you deserve it?" he asked, pinching Tina's clit. "Oh daddy!" she screamed. At the flutter inside of Tina, Dylan yelled out and came deep inside her, pulling her to him as they fell on the bed in a sweaty heap. *** "Babysitting again?" Mrs. Marks asked as Tina headed out the door with her father. "Yes mom," Tina answered, turning to her mother. "Glad you dressed appropriately this time," her mother said, eyeing her daughter's knee-length skirt and sweatshirt. "I know mom. Daddy told you the Dubois wanted me to sleep over in the guest room? They're probably going to stay out all night." "They pay you extra, right?" "Yes mom." "And no funny business?" "Mom!" "I'm just asking," Mrs. Marks said, hugging her daughter, "have fun with Henri." Sitting down in the car next to her father, Tina nodded. The fun was beginning now. Obeying the Dubois, she hadn't worn any underwear. And her father, being precise about those instructions, was checking himself, sliding his fingers along Tina's inner thigh to her wet, gushing pussy. The car ride was going to be the first act of fun. The Truth About 'Bad Boys' Ever since I started dating, I noticed that I was always attracted to the guys who played hard to get, by treating me as if they could not care less about me or even to the extreme that I did not exist in their world. For days on end, I would drive myself nearly insane with my plotting and planning little teasers and tricks that I could do for one of these guys, in order to get him to not simply notice me, but to have him wanting me to be his so badly in the end, that he would wind up being the one going nuts by chasing after me! lol And I'll be darned, I usually always had my way with him, in winning him over to fall head over heels for me. I would be madly in love with that guy for just barely about two weeks, when I would tire of his sweetness and being 'too nice' to me. Then I would dump him flatter than a pancake on a hot, greasy griddle, and move on to my next challenge. But, if by chance, one of those bad boys was able to resist every one and all of my wily charms by barely giving me the time of day, I would keep on trying to get him to notice me, just so that I could then ask him out on a date. And if I was able to convince him to at least LIKE me enough to start seeing me on a regular basis, I would keep falling deeper and deeper into what I thought was 'in love' with him, while he would continue to treat me like some poor little pesky turd that had somehow gotten stuck on the sole of his shoe! lol Yep, there is no doubt about it! I have always been one of those gals who never seemed to be able to help herself when it came to falling for a BAD BOY! You know exactly the type guy I am referring to -- the men who play all the head games by treating the women they are supposed to care about with total disrespect and disregard. It seems as if they get some sort of sick pleasure out of hurting their gals feelings and making them squirm, by constantly keeping themselves just emotionally distant enough to never let a lady get near their true heart and soul. Yep, that's the kind of guy I mean -- I have always called them BAD BOYS. I have never been quite sure what the big deal about getting their attention turned toward me was all about. I suspect that -- very much like our male counterparts -- the thrill of the hunt is in the chase, and once you've bagged your prey, you simply want to pack up your stuff and go home! lol But the truth of the matter is that bad boys are bad news for any gal who has the misfortune of getting into a relationship with one of them, since the only thing you have to look forward to is being hurt and in pain from the emotional abuse they are constantly pouring upon you. I also tend to think that being attracted to just that type of BAD BOY can become an addiction for some women, especially if you are young and immature when you first encounter that kind of guy. When I was in my early twenties, much of it was simply a game to me, just to see which bad boys I could reel in, in order to wrap them around my little pinky finger for a while, toy with them, and then dispose of them when I was finished figuring out what made them tick. On a few occasions, I would actually go after a guy for one or more years in my efforts to possess him and get him to be mine, even though I never kept any of them around for very long. And the badder and badder the bad boy would treat me, the harder I would fall for him, until finally one day he would do something so absolutely and awfully rotten to me, that my heart would be broken into a million little pieces, and I would turn and sulk away like a hurt puppy dog with her tail between her legs! It did not become apparent to me until sometime late in my twenties, how my constantly going after the ones who treated me so badly was actually a big problem. I felt like I was somehow a magnet for creeps, in that the only guys I ever wound up in any kind of a 'relationship' with were the BAD BOYS -- and baby, they were attracted to me, it seemed, like a bunch of flies are attracted to some rotting, stinking, cattle carcass that's been lying in the desert sun for a good long day or two! Yech! The problem being that I was never able to develop any kind of a decent or steady long-term relationship with any man by then, since my loving them consisted mainly of getting hurt and being in pain for the majority of the time that I spent with them. Rarely did I feel any kind of loving or caring for me on their part, consequently finding myself in a continual state of being emotionally abused by every single man I was ever involved with. And believe you me, if you have never been in that kind of abusive relationship, cruel and harsh words constantly coming from the lips of the man you love can cut into your heart as deep as a 12'' carving knife! It does a hell of a lot of damage to your own self-esteem, and you can easily loose track of your real, inner self, by believing that all the horrible things they say about you are true. Then something changed in me, as I matured into my thirties and even forties, and was -- by then -- absolutely and totally fed up with men in general. I had lumped each and every one of them into the category of CREEP, thinking that there was no such thing left in this world as a nice and decent guy. Yet, thanks to and because of my own dear Dad, who was really a great guy in every single way possible, I knew that there had to be one like him somewhere out there. However, being emotionally exhausted from my searching for him, I figured I would wait patiently and try to play my cards right, to see if perhaps the Man Upstairs had dealt an ace or maybe even two into my hand! hehehe Patience paid off in my case, even though I had to wait until I was 51 years old to find one of those NICE guys, when I met a 38-year old man right here on the Internet and started seeing him on a regular basis. And altho he is a married guy, and has a life outside of and away from me, I am perfectly content to leave him to his family when he needs to be there, simply because he makes it well worth my while to be good to him. Because he treats me like a queen, with nary a nasty word to ever be spoken, and he lavishes me with compliments, and praise, and appreciation for the lady that I am to him, speaking always and only in endearing, loving terms and showering me with a gentle, genuine affection that makes me feel simply FABULOUS! If he has a temper, he sure hides it well, since I have never seen even a flash of heat coming from him, except when it is well-warranted and only directed toward someone or something other than me. He tells me I'm the sexiest thing he's ever laid his eyes on, and he throws in 'the most beautiful, too!', and he tells me I'm sweet, and soft, and kind, and generous, and loving -- and he tells me often enough to make me believe that I really am all of those things to him. Not to mention, our sex life is simply fantastic -- always exciting, always new, always getting better and always leaving me wanting him more. He makes love to me like no other man can, because when he touches me, it comes from his loving heart and soul, leaving me shivering up my spine and quivering all over long after our love making session is through. Being the perpetually single lady that I am, I still do date other guys now and then. I have even taken on a new lover here and there, because it can get lonely on the weekends and holidays when you love a married guy. I no longer lust after BAD BOYS like I used to do, and the guys I see now know pretty much how to treat a lady right. Yet none can quite match or measure up to the ways that the one nicest guy I know makes me feel -- loved and appreciated and even adored, simply for doing nothing other than to always be myself! And believe me when I tell you this: I plan to hang on to him for as long as he'll have me, and I will never trade his kindness and gentleness, nor his loving, caring nature for any other guy that may come into my life. It would not surprise me in the least to learn that it was, in fact, a bad boy who originally coined the phrase, ''NICE GUYS FINISH LAST'' just to try and throw some unsuspecting ladies off the track! lol Because as far as this lady is now concerned, when it comes to BAD BOYS and me, well... I will say this to all you guys out there, whomever you are and whatever type or kind you may be: Sure as shootin', sooner or later, we all do get our comeuppance in life, our just desserts, and whatever else it is that we so deserve to receive. And if you've been a BAD BOY, when the shit hits the fan -- it will all be your own, it will splat you in your face, and you'll be left to sit and stew in a huge pile of stinking poop for a good long while to come. hehehe The Truth About Black Canadians Life is funny, folks. Case in point? Me. Steve Acier. Mr. Big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in Nepean, a suburb of the capital city of Ottawa in the Province of Ontario. I moved there from my hometown of Boston, Massachusetts, at the end of 2009. Since then I enrolled at Carleton University and I also work part-time as a security guard at the local art gallery. Since I moved to Ottawa, I experienced a lot of culture shock. Ottawa is a city with a growing population of immigrants, most of whom hail from the Middle East, the Republic of China, the Caribbean, the Republic of India and Continental Africa. They make up almost thirty percent of the city's population. As a Haitian guy raised in the U.S. I thought I had seen it all. Then I came to Ottawa. A city which I am still trying to understand. Canadians are more complicated and less benign than us Americans give them credit for. I've run into a lot of subtle and not so subtle racism in the city of Ottawa. And not all of it came from 'mainstream Canadians' as I call Canadians of European descent. A lot of the local immigrant groups don't get along with each other. And nowhere is that more evident than among the many different Black groups. The Jamaicans and the Haitians along with the Trinidadians don't get along with the Kenyans, Ghanaians, South Africans, Somalians and Ethiopians. I think that's a shame because if Black Canadians united, they could accomplish a lot. Unfortunately, there is a lot of infighting among the different groups of Black Canadians in the city of Ottawa. In Boston, I experienced a culturally diverse world where Black Unity was the rule rather than the exception. In Canada, Black Unity is a dream rather than a reality. In Ottawa, I find myself at odds with my fellow Blacks. I was born in the city of Cap-Haitien in Northern Haiti in 1987. My family and I moved to Boston, Massachusetts, a little more than a decade ago. Since then, I became a United States Citizen and I even started college back home. I attended Roxbury Community College in the cit of Boston before moving to Ottawa, Ontario. I miss the laid back nature of Boston's African-Americans. In Boston, a Black man is seen as a brother by the Black men and Black women he encounters. In Ottawa, he is seen as a stranger. There is very little love between the different Black groups in Ottawa. And that my friends is a problem. I also noticed that Black Canadians don't seem to think much of themselves. I'm paying international fees to attend Carleton University in the city of Ottawa because I consider it a damn fine school. Education matters to this Haitian-American, thank you very much. So much for the stereotype of Black men not caring about their education. My father, Leonel Acier earned his Master's degree in Sociology from Brandeis University. He now teaches at Boston's very own Saint Patrick Academy. My mother Jeanne Etienne Acier earned her bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice from Boston College and now works as a Corrections Officer for the State of Massachusetts. My parents are an educated, hard-working couple. And they instilled in me a sense of pride and dignity. I want to follow in their example. That's why I chose to study internationally. I wanted to get an edge over my competition back in the United States of America. Black Canadians don't seem to put as much value on education. And that's a damn shame. Because some of the best local schools, like the University of Ottawa and Carleton University, are really low-priced for Canadian citizens. International students like myself have to pay double what they pay. And as for those Black Canadians who do attend University, they seem to distance themselves from their fellow Blacks. Almost every Black man I see at Carleton University has a White girlfriend. And many of the Black women at the university just don't date Black men. Now, I am not opposed to interracial dating. However, interracial dating in Ottawa is far different from interracial dating in Boston. For starters, the educational and income disparities between Blacks and Whites are much greater. Black Canadian men and Black Canadian women seem to think the only way they can get ahead is by hooking up with someone White. They put down their own race constantly and use it to justify dating or marrying outside. I've heard many a Black Canadian male make disparaging remarks about Black women. And I've lost count of how many Black Canadian women seem to have nothing but hatred for Black guys. Contempt for their own race seems to drive Black Canadians into the bedrooms of Whites rather than love. That's the main difference between Black Canadians who date interracially and Black Americans who do the same thing. Black Americans think highly of themselves. They are fearless. And they date whoever they damn well please without losing themselves. Black Canadians are so self-loathing it's not even funny. They constantly praise their White partner and put down Black individuals of the opposite sex. What the hell? It's almost as if Black Canadians are afraid to be Black! It's in this world that I find myself, folks. I get so tired of Black Canadians. I get tired of these Black Canadian guys who laugh when White women make disparaging remarks about Black women. And I get ticked off at those Black Canadian women who seem to worship White men and treat good Black men like dirt. Small wonder Black Canadians can't advance. In the city of Ottawa, there are a very small number of University-educated Black male and Black female professionals who are gainfully employed. The employment rates for University-educated people of color in Ottawa tend to be dismal. Rather than unite against this grave injustice, Black Canadian men and Black Canadian women would rather sleep with White people, and beg for crumbs from their table. That's all that Black professionals in Ottawa seem to get. I hardly see any of them walking around in business attire downtown. I don't see too many of them in the government sector. White folks in Ottawa seem to think Black folks are only good for cooking, cleaning and washing dishes. In their eyes, that's all we are. An inferior breed designed to do menial tasks. We can't be corporate CEOs or big-shot politicians. Does that bother me as a Haitian-American student attending University in Canada's capital city? You bet! Does that bother Black Canadian men and Black Canadian women? I sincerely doubt it. They're content being losers and nobodies. Man, I can't wait to finish my studies at Carleton University. I want to leave Ottawa and return to Boston. That and I badly want to work enforcement. I know I'll get in. I'm healthy, educated, law-abiding and experienced. And I happen to have a relative in the field, my dear mother. I want to go back to Celtics City and forget all about them Black Canadians. The biggest source of disappointment in my life. It's almost as if the civil rights movement of the United States of America didn't teach Black Canadians anything. Oh, well. These people are no brethren of mine. We've got nothing in common other than skin tone. Inside of me burn the fires of my proud Haitian-American lineage. I know I'm just as good as any person out there, regardless of his or her color. A powerful feeling that someone should instil in our dear Black Canadians. Anyhow, I'm done ranting. I've got to get to class. Peace. The Truth About Friends It's been six months since I've had a steady relationship, and three months since I've gotten laid and that was with a guy I've known since we were both in diapers. We like each other very much, I find him very appealing to look at and Eric is loads of fun to be around, but to date? Well we haven't really considered it. It is hard to considering a relationship beyond friendship with someone you have known for so long. You feel as though you know all their dirty little secrets and of course they know yours. He is the boy you knew while still in diapers and you use to swim naked in his kiddy pool and vice versa and the one guy that you talk about all your other boyfriends to. Basically you've known him so long he is just like another girl friend. Only slightly different because you both know for a fact that he has what girls don't residing in his pants. The first time Eric and I had sex, it was more or less to satisfy a curiosity, I guess. We were both in between relationships, and we went out as friends to catch a movie. Somehow it ended up that we were joking about sex, he was being goofy saying that he was smaller in the cock area than most men, though I knew differently from playing Dr. and the famous, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" that I think all kids go through. Laughing, I made the comment that one day he could prove it again if he wanted, and he said he just might. We grabbed a bite to eat and went back to my apartment, and though I'm still not real sure how it came to be, I was soon laying on the couch topless with my hands wrapped in his short black hair pulling him closer to my breast. We ended the night with him laying on my couch and me riding him and coming over and over again. I admitted to myself that first time with him that he was the best partner sexually that I had found, but that was where it was left. Since then every few months or so, Eric and I get together if we aren't seeing anyone else, and we share a few laughs and quite a few orgasms and its been going on for the last couple years. At times I do question why it is that we don't just break all the rules and see each other exclusively but when I start thinking along those lines; I firmly remind myself that it just works out better the way it is. No complications. "After all," I question myself, "Who wants to risk losing a life time of friendship for a relationship that probably wouldn't last more than a few weeks?" ~~~ "Hey Kat, I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight?" Amber, my closest female friend asked me as soon as I answered the phone. "Hi. Sure. What are we doing?" "Nothing much, just going to go get a couple drinks at Randolf's with Sandy and Burt then probably go back to their house and hang out for a bit." They lived in the next town and Amber knew them through working as a waitress and Sandy and Burt had been her best customers. They had always tipped well, and that grew to conversation then friendship, and eventually I got to know them as well. Randolf's was a local club that during high school we all wanted to get into, though we weren't old enough to do so, and now that we were grown we couldn't seem to find the time to get there as much as we had hoped. So, with nothing better to do tonight, and since I had been kind of hoping that I could meet a new guy anyway, I replied, "Sounds good." "Okay, pick you up and eight and you can ride over with me." "Sounds good. Bye." I said hanging up the phone and looking toward the clock, which showed that I still had a couple hours to get ready to go. I grabbed a light snack, a cup of yogurt, to tide myself over, figuring that I could grab a bite to eat while at Randolf's, if need be, and then went to shower. In the shower I made sure to shave my legs, checking several times in the hopes that I wouldn't miss any stray hairs and I also shaved my pussy, leaving just a little patch of brown hair above the slit in the way that I like it. It wasn't that I honestly thought I would get laid tonight; after all, a night out with Sandy and Burt doesn't exactly lead to romantic ideas. It was a joke among us that they had been dating since elementary school. They moved in together after graduation, and just last year, they finally tied the knot. She announced four months ago that she was expecting their first child, and well, they had settled into the routines of living together. They often had a hard time relating to those of us who are still single. Anyway, I figured that even if I wasn't going to get laid tonight, there would still be nothing wrong with hoping I might meet up with some guy and tomorrow we could have sex. And honestly, what better way to exude sexual ideas than to know that you have a smooth pussy and legs, and are ready and willing if the chance does happen to arrive? Top that off with my most favorite black lace thong panties and matching bra hiding under my black mini dress with the white trim and spaghetti straps. The dress was designed in such a way that it accentuated my relatively small breast, making them look more impressive and it also showed off my trim waist perfectly. The length of it showed off long legs, firm in their own right and drew even further attention to my well rounded bottom. My casual dress pumps topped off the outfit, and I was set to go. ~~~ Right at eight and exactly as planned Amber pulled up outside my building and honked her horn. I knew it was her, because she always honked the same way, two short toots followed by a longer third one, and was always the most punctual person in the world. So I grabbed my handbag and headed out the door, knowing it would tick her off royally if she had to wait on me. "Uh oh, that's the 'I've been without a man entirely too long dress'." Amber joked as I climbed into her ancient but well maintained car. Laughing I questioned back, "And just how would you know?" "I've known you long enough to get the idea." She laughed along with me. Randolf's was only about ten minutes out of town, and on the way Amber and I made small talk, how nice the weathers been, her latest man friend who rocked her world on a daily basis but couldn't make it to hang out with us tonight and my lack of a man to rock my own world. We made it to Randolf's about forty-five minutes before Burt came rushing in to tell us that they weren't going to make it tonight after all. Apparently, Sandy wasn't feeling up to par, but we were still more than welcome to come to the house to visit with her. I noticed his slight wink in Amber's direction, but figured it was something to do with his happiness over the fact that Sandy carried his baby or maybe an eye twitch? "Who understands those couples after all?" I noted silently and didn't think anything more of it. He left and Amber and I finished our drink and decided to go ahead and run by their house for a few minutes, promising each other that if she was indeed not well, we would only stay a minute. With a last glance around Randolf's wondering where all the good looking men were hiding and kissing my shot at finding them tonight goodbye, I followed Amber out to her car. ~~~ When we arrived at their house was the first real clue that the night wasn't exactly going the way I had expected. We pulled up and got out of the car and I could hear the radio playing inside their house. It was more like the way a party sounds than someone who is sick inside resting and I commented on it, only to have Amber say, "Well, let's go see what's going on." Amber walked up to the door and rang the bell, I am almost certain that someone said "come in" but as loud as the music was and the fact that Amber did just that, I'll never really know for sure. Sandy and Burt were sitting on the couch and when I walked in they yelled out "happy late Birthday." and I was still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. My Birthday had been last week; it was over and done with. What are they talking about? Amber was the one to explain, "We weren't able to do anything for your birthday last week so we figured that now would be a good time for it. We didn't want you to think we had forgotten, just I ended up having to work and they were out of town." "Awww, that's sweet but you guys didn't have to do anything special. It was okay. Really." "We know, and this isn't going to be anything much, but you did just turned twenty-five and though it isn't a mile stone birthday or anything, we wanted to do something for you at least." Amber continued to explain. "As you can tell, it's just the three of us, and you, but we figured we would try to make it memorable anyway. After all, in another month I'll also have a birthday, and I expect something great then as pay back." She finished her comment on a laugh. "You guys are so sweet. Thank you. I am surprised and I do think it's going to be memorable." "We do have one more surprise for you, if you will come into the den." Burt stated. I looked around questioningly and both Amber and Sandy nodded encouragement and so I stepped in the direction of the den. For as laid back as Burt and Sandy are and the fact that they now have a baby on the way as well, their den is somewhat shocking. It's basically a mini bar. A true party animal would be in pure heaven. There are tables that look like standard issue bar room tables. They have a pool table in one corner and an older style juke box in the other. In still another corner there is a dark wood colored wet bar, its fully stocked at all times and has dark wooden shelves backed by a solid mirror, running down one wall, where empty bottles of all kinds are kept for decorative purposes. On the other wall behind the bar, there is a picture of a great looking red and white motor cycle that I can only assume is a Harley and on the other side of the picture there is a window with blinds down. Looking into that corner, and with the mirrored reflection, it seems as though you have a window on each side, just one is hidden by shelves. My three friends encouraged me to go in and have a seat facing the bar, and I hesitatingly did just that pulling Amber with me. I sat down and someone turned the lights out, leaving me in darkness. Then someone turned the music off for a minute and when it came back on it was a song I hadn't heard before. It had strong drum beats and a good rhythm, no words, definitely not a style of music I had heard before. It wasn't a song I would consider to have a fast beat, though it certainly wasn't slow either. The lights suddenly came back on and standing in front of the bar was none other than Eric. His face showed shock, as I'm sure that mine did. He was dressed in black jeans a white button up shirt that was tucked in neatly and a pair of cowboy boots. With his dark hair and eyes to help, I thought to myself how he had never looked so appealing. Since it had been so long since we had seen one another, I couldn't help thinking that this was my surprise. Eric had been out of town for a while, and since his return we had talked a few times on the phone but as of yet, hadn't managed to get the time needed for a friendly visit and I thought somehow Amber knew this and so her "surprise" was to get us in the same room for a nice "howdy do". I was about to stand up and go give him a hug in greeting, until he began dancing to the music and I had to pause and wonder what the hell he was doing. Then I looked around at the other three people in the room basically waiting on some one to say, "Smile. You're on candid camera or something". I watched as his hips swayed a little and then he turned around suddenly placing his back toward us. I watched as his firm ass shook slightly back and forth in time with the beats coming from the radio. It's funny, but until this moment I never really had considered his firm ass but more than that I hadn't realized how much I enjoyed seeing it. I could see the shirt moving as his arms moved, his muscles working the material around and I kind of wondered what he was doing, not quite sure that I didn't already know but also not wanting to assume too much. I just sat and waited to see what may happen next. The music picked up its pace a little more about the same time that Eric turned to face me. His shirt was unbuttoned all the way, and he pulled it loose from his pants and dropped it off his shoulders in pretty much the same moment. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the whole picture that he presented me with. I knew that if I lived to be a hundred the memory that I would always hold close at hand would be him standing in front of that wet bar where the shelves are lined with empty bottles. When he had his white shirt pulled from his black jeans and I could easily see the silver belt buckle holding his jeans closed. His firm hairless chest nipples slightly stiffed as if waiting for me to touch them. His shoulder slightly lowered on one side in a somewhat cocky way that was also seductive as hell. The serious set of his mouth, as if both daring me to laugh at him and daring me to kiss him, his eyes whispering come here. The tousled look of his short hair, standing up slightly like someone had just ran their fingers through it. "How could I have not seen how gorgeous he was before now?" I questioned myself even as he moved again to sway to the music, lowering his shirt further and finally dropping it to the floor in front of me. He propped himself back against the bar and kicked off his boots, never touching them with his hands and never breaking eye contact with me and then I watched as if in slow motion how his hands came up to his waist and unhooked his shiny silver belt buckle. Everyone else in the room with us didn't exist to me anymore, as I watched him remove his belt, and unbuttoned his pants. Eric's movements were slow but steady, in time with the music and for the life of me I couldn't take my eyes off him. I had never seen this side of Eric and wasn't really sure that I liked knowing that even as I was seeing it for the first time, but the other three people in the room were also getting to enjoy it. As his zipper lowered and I could catch a glimpse of the white underwear he had underneath, I licked my suddenly dry lips. He turned around again, giving me another view of his ass and I breathlessly waited while he began pushing his tight fitting jeans down over his hips and still further down his legs. His tanned backside, hidden now only by a pair of white g-string underwear was another mental image that I knew I wouldn't soon forget. As he bent to finish taking his pants off his feet, I noticed two things, one being that I could see the where his cock was hidden under the strip of white cloth from behind and I felt my pussy grow slightly damp because I knew what could be found there once the cloth was removed, and two that Amber got up from the chair next to me and motioned that her and the other two watching now should go. I heard Sandy say "But I want to watch, too." during a pause in the music a second before I heard the door close. I would have laughed at the irony of good ole' Sandy wanting to stay and watch when I had thought she was rather straight and innocent with eyes only for Burt. The song changed to one of a little faster beat, though still it wasn't something I had heard before and Eric turned around quickly causing all thought of Sandy to flee my mind. I could see the outline of his cock through the cloth covering it, and remember thinking that he was probably about half hard. I knew that though it wasn't huge when fully hardened; it was thick and roughly about seven inches long. I didn't think that would have fit inside that little white pouch. I only could only dwell on that thought for as long as he stood still and let me admire him. He began moving again. His hips moving in time with the music, his hands sliding over his own body and I wished that his hands were on mine and mine on his. As I watched, Eric's cock seemed to grow harder, and even as he still danced around, I could see the head poking up and coming out of his underwear. Once again began licking my lips trying to find moisture. Eric took a few steps closer to me, and then began to move imitating how he would move if he were having sex with someone and my own body responded as if he were doing it me. I could feel my pussy opening and moistening itself, preparing for him to do just what he was promising with his movements. I am no virgin but at that moment I couldn't remember a time when I had wanted to be fucked so badly and it wasn't just that I wanted sex, I wanted him. Eric came closer still, and put his legs between mine and I was conscious of how this was the right position for me to be in for him to do anything he wanted, only his cock is currently about chest level on me instead of lower where I really wanted it. Forgetting where we were, and what was happening, I attempted to bring my hands up to rub him through the cloth covering his cock. My only thought was I wanted to taste it, and then feel it pushing inside me, filling me up. Eric's hands on mine stopped me, "I'm not suppose to let you touch me. Company policy." He stated simply. "Uh, okay. But I think this is too good of an opportunity to let it just pass. What happens if we say you did your job and then I took over? Perhaps I offered something you couldn't refuse?" He laughed and asked "And, what might that be?" Quickly I pulled my hands from his and reached for his cock. I uncovered it with one hand even as my other hand held it and my mouth lowered onto it. I sucked him in as far as possible and bobbed my head up and down a few times then pulled off his cock and ran my tongue up and down the length of it avoiding contact with the head. I took one hand and as my tongue went lower to tease the base of his cock between it and his balls, I massaged them. I felt him growing even harder, his cock pushing against my face as if begging me to pay more attention to it. I relented and slowly kissed my way back up to the head of his cock, circling around it with my tongue then fully taking him back inside my mouth. I repeated the process over and over again, causing him to moan slightly and start trying to thrust his cock into my mouth deeper even as I attempted to pull away slightly to tease him some more. I finally pulled him free of my mouth and asked "Are you still willing to refuse?" Eric stated, "I don't think I can." "Good, now for the next question. You've seen what my mouth has to offer, but I need you somewhere else. Can you resist that?" "And where were you thinking?" I stood up forcing him to take a step back and then I lifted my dress and began working my panties down my legs. I then took his hand in mine, and pushed his hand against my pussy, letting him feel the wet heat there. "I want you here." I half whispered as his fingers began stroking me lightly. "Is that right?" He asked and started pushing me backward. I could only nod my head; his fingers stroking me had erased my ability to talk since they were now also helping him to push me back. I felt myself bump against the table and still he pushed and for a moment I wondered if the bar type table would be able to hold me, deciding instantly that regardless we were about to find out. I hopped onto it and once in place he leaned forward kissing me, tongue invading my mouth as his fingers pushed deep inside my pussy and his mouth caught the moan that his efforts caused. Eric kissed me even as I began laying back, growing confident that the table was stable enough to hold me, and knowing that if it didn't he wouldn't let me fall. As I lay back fully and could feel his cock against my pussy, seeking entrance, and I reached down between us and helped guide him into me. It was my turn to taste his moan as his cock found my wet heat and slid in so that I was able to close around him. The Truth About Friends Eric held still for only a moment and then I began grinding myself onto him. Taking the hint, he started pulling from me and then thrusting himself back in. He moved slowly in and out, making the most of his thrusts, making me feel every inch of his cock as it moved inside me. It wasn't long though before we were rocking against each other quickly, both of us desperate to reach our peak. I felt Eric cum just before I did. At least, I think it was the feel of his cum shooting extra heat into my womb that sent me over the edge. As my body convulsed around his cock and I cried out my release, he also trembled in the afterglow of his own orgasm. We caught our breath, and remembering that we were in someone else's house I told him I guessed we should go and make an appearance. He agreed and let me up so that I could pull on my panties again and then I watched as he redressed himself. Still admiring the way he way he looked standing in front of the bar taking off his clothes. We walked out together, and were greeted by the three people who set up this huge surprise for me. We were wondering if we needed to call for reinforcements to get you two out of there." Burt said laughing at our expense. "Yeah well, anything worth doing is worth doing right. Don't you think?" Eric teased back. "Of course." Amber was the next to chime in, "Eric? I didn't know that you danced?" "Yeah well, no one did. I usually don't take jobs where I know the people who are there. I didn't know them and was just told it was a birthday gift for a woman. I'm not embarrassed by it." He said to her then looked at me to finish "I didn't want someone to know about it." "Is the money good?" Sandy asked. "Yeah, there is money there if the woman likes what she sees, as well as other benefits if you're really lucky." He said with a chuckle earning an elbow in the ribs from me. I decided it was time to interrupt their fun before they really started making rude comments. "Amber? Would you mind if Eric was the one to drive me home tonight?" "No, that's fine with me. I think you two probably should be alone anyway." Later, in the car as Eric drove me to my apartment, I asked, "Why did you look at me when you said you didn't want someone to know? I won't tell anyone what you do, you know. I never have. Not even when I caught you smoking behind the house when you were fourteen." "Well, what I meant was I didn't want for you to know that I stripped." He stated as if pointing out the obvious. "Why?" I asked still clueless. "I didn't want to mess up every chance I had that eventually you would look at me as more than a friend or some one who fits between boyfriends." As we parked on the curb to my house, I asked him what exactly he was saying. His reply was simple, "I want you. I want to see what we can become." It hit me upon hearing him voice it first that I wanted the same thing. Maybe because we had been friends forever, we could be more now. Hadn't Sandy and Burt found it all and known each other forever? I also remembered how I had felt when he stripped for me. The want that I had felt, and the lust that I had felt as each part of him was slowly revealed to me, and I had to admit that love and appreciation had been there as well, and it wasn't only in a sexual sense though that had been all I would admit to at the time. I figured he had put himself out there on a limb to admit that he wanted me, so I made the next step. "Want to come in and stay tonight? From there we can see what happens. I'm willing to try if you are sure that you are, and if you promise that no matter what happens from here, we will be friends." "Agreed." Eric said and turned off the ignition and opened his door. We walked up to my apartment holding hands and we made love several times that night. None of them were as frenzied as in the den of my friends house but perfect in its own respect. ~~~ That night started it all. All those little details, my friends surprising me and showing me that married couples can still be outgoing, and finding out my best friend was in fact a male stripper, was the night I found out what was important. A month later, we realized fully that we seemed made for one another. Eric moved in permanently and we were already talking about a wedding in our near future. * *I love comments...if you liked it please let me know :). Thanks* The Truth About Global Warming With the help of a polar bear, a man proves, conclusively, that global warming exists. Dave lived in Alaska. He's lived here all his life. Just after Alaska was purchased from Russia in 1867, his family settled here in the 1880's, long before it became a state, in 1959. Rejecting the wild west gold rush that panicked people with dreams of instant wealth to make a mad dash across the country, hoping to unearth a pot of gold, Dave's ancestors traveled more west and more north than the multitude of pioneers in Conestoga covered wagons, who sought a new home for their families. Most pioneers headed west to stake their claim for land during the creation of the Homestead Act, that started in 1867 and that ended in 1976. Alaska's Federally subsidized land grabs didn't end until 1986. Where some settlers headed for California's gold coast, Dave's family was attracted to the lush, desolate, and beautiful, albeit cold wilderness of the northwest territory. Making their way as trappers and traders, they didn't mind the harsh winters, as much as those others, who stopped their push west, once they reached Ohio, Missouri, and Kansas. Then, there were those who continued further and stopped, when jolted by the beauty of Colorado's Rocky Mountains to make that their home. The untamed wilderness of the plush and lush rainforest that Dave's ancestors saw provided everything they needed to not only survive but also to thrive. Accustomed to the hardship of living in a rainforest and having lived off the land his entire life, Dave witnessed, firsthand, what has happened to his land, to his state, to the country, and to the world because of global warming. Because he's right here and living in the biggest rainforest in the world, he's seen the changes himself and not had to trust what he read about them in newspapers or rely on the slanted televised news reports for his information. He didn't need to be a scientist to see the signs of a warming earth and a dying planet. Comparing the old photographs his family had taken and saved over the years, when his family first rooted here, to how the landscape looks now that global warming has ravaged the planet and especially this area, he had his own proof. With his father and grandfather before him feeding him information on how the land had negatively changed over the years, Dave remembered how much better the environment was, even when he was a kid, just a mere 50 years ago. Changes in evolutionary environments that typically take eons, the negative full effects and side effects of global warming have been drastic, dramatic, immediate, irreversible, and everlasting, and have played out in only decades. You'd have to be an idiot not to see the devastation of global warming, or a politician serving corporate America, instead of the average American citizen, who voted you in, or a self-serving lobbyist paid and bought by companies to spin lies for big business and to pretend that global warming doesn't exist, as they typically do in Washington. Good at polluting things, land, air, water, and even issues, too many, politicians pushing their own greedy agendas, cover it up, and lie about it to the American people by pointing a finger of blame across the aisle. To the people who live here in Alaska and who know the real story, they think that those in Washington are scallywags and carpetbaggers for not forcing the issue of truth about global warming and telling the American people that the world is succumbing to unprecedented planetary changes, along with the dwindling rainforests. Exasperated by our polluting chemicals punching a hole in the Ozone Layer, the truth of global warming is that there is a real and not an imagined warming trend, a devastating danger, and that the polar cap ice is, indeed, melting. Global warming is more than just a unproven theory dreamt up by some mad scientist trying to make a name for himself or herself in looking at and analyzing data in a lab and on a computer screen. Global warming is the definitive truth proven by every scientist using every scientific discipline the world over. Because of the immensity of the rainforest here, the scientists have been all over the state of Alaska probing and prodding, as if using the land, air, and water here, as their own personal laboratory. Talk to the scientists, those that are not bound by contracts, kickbacks, grants, weighted research labs, and big business agendas and they'll all tell you the same, honest, and sad story about the irreversible effects of global warming. Instead of staying stagnant, as it should and as it was for millions of years, the glaciers are receding. Chicken Little's modern day fable of the sky is falling, the glaciers are melting. Even Dave's family photos have captured images that scientists don't get to see, unless they've lived on the planet for millions of years and have had the technology of time lapsed photography available to them throughout that period. In addition to the problem of the melting glaciers, instead of growing, as it should, the rainforest is disappearing. Dave has seen it firsthand. You only need to sit and talk with the Chief of any one of three tribes who live here, the Yupi, the Inuit, and Aleut, to get the real story how the white man, in their thirst for oil and hunger for fish, land, and lumber, has ruined not only their lands but also fouled the air and poisoned the water. In tuned with nature and all things natural, the Indians who live here and who live off the land, taking only what they need to survive, as did their prior generations, see things differently through their experienced eyes, things that we cannot and/or refuse to see. Catalogued by decades within each generation, much like Dave's own personal time lapsed photography, over the more than 100 years that his family has inhabited Alaska, Dave has the photographs that his Dad and his grandfather took of the glaciers and of the rainforest. Conclusively, the photographs prove the irreversible effects of global warming. To say that it's a tragedy that the planet will not survive humankind is a gross understatement. Since the creation of the Earth, every living organism we needed to survive was already set in place for us to use to our benefit. Now, with people decimating the planet with their vehicles and with the network of public interstate highways, their factories polluting the air we breathe and oil spills fouling the water we drink, along with offshore oil drilling giving toxins to the fish we eat, and farmers poisoning the animals and plants with growth hormones, it's only a matter of time, before we all go the way of the dinosaur. The truth is, and we all know what the truth is, that the rainforests around the world are being eradicated by developers. Urban sprawl with new home construction has taken over land that animals need to feed. The land that we need for the wilderness and need to set aside to save and allow the rainforests to flourish are being used for parking lots, shopping centers, amusement parks, and cookie cutter condo developments. With all of us continuing to pollute the air we breathe and the water we drink, and grabbing land that should be saved and untouched, we are causing the extinction of the fauna and flora that we so importantly need to continue to survive and thrive on this Earth. Every animal, insect, plant, fungi, and bacteria are here for a reason, some of which we don't even know their purpose. Life that we haven't even yet identified and catalogued, have already disappeared. What else has gone extinct that we didn't even know existed and that we needed to live and breed as a species? What else is out there that we need to save before it goes extinct? Those plants, animals, and insects already lost, could come around and bite us in the ass, when, suddenly, there's a widespread virus and the antidote that researchers needed to save ourselves is already gone. Creating complex and interrelated communities, living organisms co-exist in their environments and depend upon one another for food, shelter, and support. A chain reaction that may affect many other species, especially when the loss occurs near the bottom of the food chain, happens with the extinction of any one particular species. That one extinction may cause a ripple effect, a fish or a small animal that depends on foodstuff that has gone extinct will eventually become extinct, too. Their extinction can threaten the survival of larger predators that prey upon them. We're all so interrelated that, when even the smallest life form is removed, it starts a chain reaction that removes another and another. All we humans have done is to continue to upset the natural order and the natural balance of nature by walking with a much bigger carbon footprint than we need to survive and thrive, as a species ourselves. It's time we took a step back and realized the harm we have done and are still doing by not paying attention and being in tune with our environment. Then, there's the moral dilemma. As humans, even though we act as if we do, we don't own the planet. We are all but temporary guests here. We only have as much right to this planet, as does the lowest life form. Much in the way of all things natural and in the balance of nature, as humans, we share the planet and are responsible to restore whatever in nature we upset for our need for land and in our greed for other natural resources. Before humans there was a natural order of things in nature, a balance. We've upset and interfered with all of that. Our wasteful lifestyle is incompatible with the mere survival of other species. Now, it's up to us to save those species that are facing extinction because of us and to help restore nature's balance, a balance that, when restored, may even save our kind, the human species. Nonetheless, where do we draw the line? Which species do we save? Do we save them all or do we save just the cute ones and not the ones we fear? Are we responsible for saving every species on the planet? Maybe their extinction is inevitable, part and parcel of nature and we should just mind our own business, while treading lightly and allowing nature to run its course. In a world where the strong survive and the weak perish, who are we to play God? Only, we are part of the chain, too. If we fail to save one, that may affect saving others, and that may be the beginning of our demise as the human race and for us to save ourselves. Sure, it won't happen in your lifetime or the lifetimes of your kids and grandchildren. Yet, if we all took that selfish attitude, if not for those before us, who have pioneered the way and worked so hard and dedicated their lives to helping save and preserve this planet, we know as Earth, our humankind may have been exterminated by disease or some other natural or manmade disaster already. Much in the way that a doctor takes an oath to heal and not hurt, we all need more to act, as if we've never even been here. Yet, the question of our moral dilemma becomes diluted, when the act of saving plant and animal life infringes on people's property rights, recreational activities, and their way of making a living. Too many of us are too ready to help, so long as it doesn't cost us anything, especially our time and our money, in the process. In their own small way and to the meager extent that too few of us help, as a way of soothing our guilty consciences, is to donate a few dollars to help save the wildlife, before sending off their tax forms. The least we can do, as a race, is to recycle to not further pollute the planet and to help cleanup an already polluted environment. Much like everyone else, content to sit in their homes and let someone else worry about cleaning up the planet, it all hit home when Dave saw a polar bear, his first polar bear sighting that wasn't behind bars in an Alaskan zoo. It's not unusual to see bears where he lives, mostly brown bears and grizzly, Alaska is loaded with bears, but he never saw a polar bear this far inland. This lost bear was more than 50 miles inland, where Dave lives. Polar bears never wander more than 20 miles from shore, away from their habitat and their eating ground. For this bear to have wandered here, he must have been lost and walking for days. At first he thought it was a hybrid bear, the offspring of a brown bear that had mated with a polar bear. Yet, after closer examination of it through his binoculars, it had all the obvious markings of a polar bear, the snout, the shape of the head, the paws, and the obvious white fur, now more dirty grey from walking so far on land. Even though he felt bad for the bear, he knew enough about bears, especially hungry and/or hurt bears, which this one obvious was one and/or the other, to stay clear of him. Bears can be unpredictable, when feeling threatened. When that happens, there's nothing you can do to escape the inevitable but to play dead. As surprising as it is amazing, for an animal so large, nine to twelve feet tall, when standing on its hind legs, and so heavy, nine hundred to fourteen hundred pounds, we, as humans, can't outrun them, out swim them, and out climb them. Only, even when using our last resort defense, playing dead doesn't always work, especially with a hungry bear intent on eating you. When that happens, when the charging bear doesn't leave you alone and allow you to play dead, rather than being eaten alive, you must stand your ground and fight for your life, punching him in the snout and gouging at his eyes, while avoiding his lethal claws and his powerful bite. Most humans don't stand a chance with a bear but, much in the way of David with Goliath, sometimes someone may get lucky. Pepper spray sometimes works with bears, that is, if you have the time and the presence of mind to stand your ground close enough to effectively spray the bear in the snout, mouth, and eyes, and without spraying yourself in the process. In this case, it didn't matter, the bear already knew he was there. The perfect predator, bears have a sense of smell five times greater than that of a bloodhound. We should train bears to find lost people, instead of dogs, he thought. Dave had a lot of respect for bears. They are an amazing animal and it hurt him that this already too thin, hungry polar bear was so far out of his element and natural habitat. This bear was bone thin. It looked hungry. It looked lost. He was looking for food out here, no doubt, but in his condition and in bear country, he'd be no match for a hungry brown bear or an angry grizzly bear. He'd be more prey than he'd be predator. Dave figured he got turned around after drifting out to sea on a piece of floating ice that had broken off from the polar ice cap. From his weakened condition, he must have swam hundreds of miles back to shore. Now here, lost in the dense rainforest, a territory as unfamiliar to him as the Arctic Ice is to Dave, he needed to help the poor bear and he took it upon himself to do just that. Normally polar bears thrive on the ice, but there's been less and less of it for them to hunt their favorite food, seal. The bears need for the seals to come and bask on the ice because, even though polar bears are great swimmers, they are no match for a freewheeling sleek seal. The ice gives the polar bears the advantage. Lying in wait, even knowing enough to hide their black noses with their big, white paws, the polar bears blend in with the snow and use the ice formations to cover their advance, when tracking a seal from a distance. The seals, sometimes a bit too far from the shore to waddle in the water in time, seldom see the charging bears, before it's too late. Sometimes, polar bears get cut off from the main ice cap, when a piece of ice breaks off. Mama bears with their cubs floating out to sea don't stand a chance of swimming back to shore. He wondered if that's what happened to this one. Maybe it's not a male but a female. Maybe she was able to swim back but her cubs drown. A viscous cycle, needing to go out on the ice to eat, swim or starve, too many polar bears drown, when having to swim from a city block size chunk of ice that has suddenly broken off and is now drifting out to the sea. A recent occurrence, it was once rare for large chunks of ice to break off in the way they regularly do now. Recently, an iceberg 58 miles by 24 miles, about the size of the state of Rhode Island, that had broken off from the polar ice cap decades ago, crashed into the Mertz glacier and dislodged a piece nearly equally as big 48 miles by 24 miles, and they are now both drifting out to sea. Here we go again, much like Chicken Little warning everyone that the sky is falling, the ice is, indeed, melting and that is the undeniable truth about global warming. Not yet making the endangered species list, recently making the threatened species lists, polar bears are now protected animals by the United States Government. Knowing this, Dave did everyone a favor by calling Fish and Game. A hungry bear would kill anything to eat, a dog, a horse, even a human. Besides, Dave didn't want one of his neighbors taking a gun to it, just for its skin. After being inundated with lawsuits by Greenpeace against the United States Government to help save the polar bears, there were already too many polar bears drowning from global warming without having one of his trigger happy neighbors bagging one. Bears are cagey animals and it took Dave and the Fish and Game Officers three days to track the bear, find her again, tranquilize her, and relocate her closer to her habitat. Just as Dave had suspected, she was a female. Once tranquilized, they called in a helicopter to move her to where she belongs. Before they let her loose, they examined her and put a collar with a tracking device to monitor her progress and for scientists to learn more about their behavior in the wild. Since it was a female bear and since it was Dave who gave her another chance at life, he named her Aurora, after the northern lights, the aurora borealis. It was a small victory in man and nature against global warming, but it was a big victory for Dave and one he'd never forget. While that bear was still tranquilized, dazed and unable to move, but still conscious, she looked Dave in the eye and Dave felt the uncontrollable need to pat and reassure her, which he did. Even though she was thin and dirty, she was still a beautiful animal, an animal that he so respected. How could he have turned his back on that bear and not helped to save her? How could he not have helped her to survive? Dave tired of reading the reports in the newspapers about the effects of global warming. He didn't live in New York or LA, he lived here in the wilderness of Alaska, the Alaskan rainforest, the biggest rainforest on the planet but one that is shrinking, along with the ice on the polar caps. He was witness to what was happening to the planet for the detriment of everyone and he wished there was more that he could do for the sake of everyone, more than just saving one polar bear. He didn't need someone from the big cities that were thousands of miles away warning him about global warming. He witnessed firsthand what was happening to the ice cap and to his shrinking rainforest. Now, to spin their lies, corporate America was spending millions of dollars paying lobbyists, running ads, and even taking Congressmen and their staffs on junkets to see proof with their own eyes that there was no such thing as global warming. They wanted them to see that the Alaskan rainforest and the polar icecap were still in pristine condition. Sure, the Alaskan rainforest and polar icecaps are immense areas and a case could be made for either opinion, depending upon where you took the interested parties. The best way to see the signs and the effects of global warming and to end the mystery and quell the argument was to see the area from the sky. Our intelligence factions had already captured the images from outer space that told the truth about global warming. The ice is indeed melting. The Truth About Global Warming So, what does that mean? So what if the ice melts. What's the big deal? Who cares? Should we care? Why should we care? What does it matter? Covered by an ice shelf that is more than a mile and a third thick, 7,000 feet, most of the world's ice is in Antarctica. The ice cap is so densely heavy that it provides for stability within the Earth's rotation. The loss of the ice cap will cause for a change in the Earth's rotation on its axis that would disrupt the seasonal cycles. Eventually, this instability will cause the Earth to flip on its axis for it to readjust to a more stable position and that change would create earthquakes equal to 12 on the Richter scale and tsunamis 12 miles high. If all of this ice disappeared by melting from global warming, the world's oceans would rise 200 feet. Since it is so very cold in Antarctica -35 degrees Fahrenheit, the chance of all the ice melting is unlikely to happen. What is more likely to happen is that some of the ice will melt that will cause the oceans to raise a few feet, even as much as 20-30 feet. In those areas, coastal cities, such as New Orleans, and low lying countries, such as Indonesia, they'd be totally devastated and submerged by the oceans rising only several feet, never mind dozens of feet. All the new standing water is the ideal breeding place for mosquitoes and other insects to spread diseases, such as malaria. Flooded by salt water, crops and farmland would be ruined making for a worldwide food disaster. There was no need for debate and even those Republicans sitting across the aisle from their fellow Democrats knew the sad and inevitable truth about global warming. The ice is melting. Yet, for the sake of pocketing monies for their families, in shameful disregard to the future survival of the rest of the human race, not giving a care to the rest of us, the people who elected them to office, our Republican politicians have chosen to put on their blinders and ignore global warming. Not only have their buried their heads in the sand but also they've rallied against those who believe and can make a case for a subsequent dying planet by proving the existence of global warming. Dave got the call from his friend, Tom. "Dave, how are you?" "I'm fine Tom, how are you?" "Oh, I could be better. My business is off due to this never ending recession. No one has any money to travel anywhere and because we are so far away, Alaska is one of the first places people cut from their list of places to see. Why travel here when they can go to some tropical paradise for half the money? Only, finally, I have some good news to report. My business is about to improve." "That's great, Tom. Why? What's up?" "Well, I got a call from some Congressman's aide in Washington. They're using Earth Day to show that there's no such thing as global warming. Can you imagine those clowns? I'd like to take a baseball bat to the back of their thick skulls," said Tom with a serious tone to his voice. "Actually, I wish I could put them all on an ice float and push them out to sea. With the hardships we've had to endure, they couldn't live here for a year. We'd show them a thing or two about the effects of global warming and results of greenhouse gasses." "You're right, Tom, those political insiders, lobbyists, and city slickers would never survive a year in the rainforest, that's for sure. With the lack of reception where I am, they couldn't live a day without their Blackberries and the Internet," said Dave with a smug laugh. "Anyway, this Senator is from one of those southern states, I don't remember which one. You know me with politics, we don't mix. Not only don't I have any patience with these blowhards but also I have no interest in what doesn't concern me and what I have no control to change," said Tom "Yeah, I know. Politics and religion is like mixing oil and vinegar with you," said Dave with a laugh. "I've learned a long time ago not to get in a discussion on either topic with you." "The good news is that they booked all my rooms for the week and with all the press that's coming to setup their equipment, before and staying on after, and, with all the media coverage, the protestors flying in to protest their visit, I'm booked for three weeks solid," said Tom with an unaccustomed excitement to his voice. "That's great, Tom. I'm happy for you," said Dave. "Not to mention, the top executive from the oil companies are flying in on their corporate jets for a meet and greet cocktail party hoping to push for more offshore drilling, no doubt, so my banquet room is booked for the time they're are here, too. It's going to be a circus here for a time. I even called Glen and Joanne back to work to help in the kitchen and help with cleaning the rooms. There are so many people coming that I had to give some of the visitors rooms at Bob's Hunting Lodge. I made Bob's day," he said with a laugh. "You know deadpan Bob, I've never seen him so happy and excited." "Wow, good for you, Tom," said Dave. "That should give you enough money to survive another long, cold winter. I'm happy for Bob, too." "It sure will and then some. I'm grateful for whoever stays at my hotel, whenever they stay, everyone is welcome, even if they are a bunch of politicians, reporters, protestors, and oil fat cats," said Tom with a laugh. "It's been a long dry spell." "Yeah, well, best you keep your political opinions to yourself with that bunch, so you don't ruin a good thing. Even though you say you don't care about politics, we both know better," said Dave. "You can't help yourself from putting your foot in your mouth." "Don't you worry about that. I'm a changed man. This deep recession has made me see the light. A red Republican or a blue Democrat, I show no affiliation with either party's color, so long as they both show me the green. Yet, the best part of this is that Uncle Sam and Corporate America are footing the bill and you know what that means, don't you? "What? What does that mean, Tom?" "It means that I don't have to discount any of my room rates. I can charge my regular rates and, guess what, my prices just went up," said Tom with a laugh. "I told Bob to do the same thing, raise his room rates, too, but not so much that we have a stampede of people looking for a cheaper place to stay, even though there's not another place to bunk down for a hundred miles." "I hear you. Green is a good color. Green is the color of the forest. Green is what we all need more to be to save this planet. I'm green with envy, Tom," said Dave with a laugh. "I didn't forget about you, Dave. Spread the wealth has always been my motto and there's a little something in this for you, too, which is why I called you. Whenever the government takes an interest in something, there's always more than enough to go around to help out all of us and you'd do the same for me, if the shoe was on your foot. You know by now, after the Alaskan pipeline, our Kamikaze truckers road up north, and our sweet ex-Governor with her bridges to nowhere," said Tom with a laugh, "that the government has deep pockets when it comes to helping out Alaska, not for the sake of its people, but for the sake of its oil reserves." "Don't get me started on the government, Tom, and don't get me started on our sweet ex-governor," said Dave. "You know how I feel about that pipeline and about our former governor, not to mention the wasteful spending on unnecessary new bridge construction, when we have roads that are falling apart." "Anyway, they asked me if I knew of a guide, someone who'd show them around and I thought of you, of course. You know the wilderness better than anyone around here, except for some of the tribal Indians, but too many of them have a mind of their own. They don't trust the paleface, especially those politicians who talk out of both sides of their mouths, while wrapped in the American flag. Do you still have Audrey's old school bus?" "Yeah, matter of fact, I do." "Good. Is it running?" "It can be. All it needs is a full tank of gas, a bit of air in the tires, and a tune up and she'll be as good as old," said Dave with another laugh. "I'll have to clear out whatever critters have been living in it, since I parked it behind my house, after Audrey died." "Well, I figure you could fit 40 of them or so in that old bus. Counting all the press, they'll be more than 100 in their party. I figure, not all of them will want to go out at once. Some would rather not go out at all, once we tell them that this is bear country," said Tom with a laugh. "Besides, you'd make more money making two or more trips, than stuffing them all in the bus and making only the one run. I'm sure you'll know where to take them and what to show them to give them the most for their money." "Oh, I know exactly where to take them," said Dave with a sinister laugh. "I knew you would," said Tom, no doubt, oblivious to Dave's political allegiance to anyone who believed the earth was warming and his dislike for anyone who tried showing the opposite. "Sounds good, Tom. Thanks for thinking of me. When are they coming?" "Some of the press, protestors, and political staff are coming this weekend, but most of the others will be here by Monday. They want to be here for the Earth Day celebration that we're having on Thursday for a photo op shoot and to do some live broadcasts. Boy, this is the biggest thing that's happened here since Sarah was announced as the VP candidate on the ticket with McCain." "This Monday?" "Yeah." "Okay, I better get busy getting ready for them." Dave spent the week fixing up the old school bus. When the party of political insiders, protestors, and press people arrived, Dave was there with his bus at their service to give them a tour and shuttle them, wherever they wanted to go. Setting up a broadcast system on the bus, so that everyone could hear him pointing out the sights, between bus fares and tips, he made as much money in that one week than he made nearly all of last year. He took them on a few extended trips through the back roads of the rainforest, roads that led out to the scenic panorama of the coast. He saved the last tour, a special tour, and a private tour that the Senator wanted to take. "Show me the real Alaska, Dave," said the Senator. "I want to see with my own eyes want all the baloney is about with this global warming and greenhouse gas crap." "I agree. It's best you see it with your own eyes to believe it, Senator," said Dave with a sly smile. Taking an alternative road, driving the bus through the rugged terrain and back road country, Dave knew where to go without getting lost or stuck in mud. Using narrow albeit rough sled roads made through the forest hundreds of years ago by tribal Indians, he drove the Senator out to the remotest and most inaccessible part of Alaska, the shore of the Stikine Icefield, the Alaskan panhandle region, where Alaska and British Columbia meet. He parked the bus and walked out on the ice with the Senator. He wanted him to see firsthand that the ice was melting. There was no convincing this stubborn and pompous Congressman otherwise. He needed for him to see it for himself. "This is beautiful," said the Senator. Those mountains in the distance are breathtaking," he said walking out further on the ice, further than Dave would have dared to walk. "I don't see any signs of global warming. The rainforest we drove through is densely lush and this ice is very thick, safe enough to drive the bus out on, no doubt," he said turning to look at Dave, before turning his attention back to the vista, his once in a lifetime view. Only, Dave knew better. He knew the ice certainly wasn't thick enough to drive the bus out on, let alone have the overweight Senator safely walk out on. Oblivious to the danger, Dave hung back, while watching the Senator bravely venturing further and further out on the ice, while enjoying the magnificent view. What appeared to be secure ground was tenuous footing at best. He's such a pompous ass to not even know he's treading on dangerous ground. This wasn't Washington and he surely wasn't on secure footing in the Senate chamber. This brash Congressman was out of his element now. This is Dave's house. This is Dave's country. This is where Dave lives. He knows this land and this ice better than anyone, except for the Tribal Indians, who live off the land and the water, and who thrive here. Unnoticed by the Senator, Dave watched a fissure crack in the ice and widen, before spreading like a crack in a windshield from the Senator's movement and weight. With the Senator looking out to sea, talking while walking, and enjoying the spectacular view, oblivious to his perilous predicament, Dave took another step back and watched, as the ice broke, and the Senator floated away on a giant city block piece of ice. Now too far for him to jump back to save himself, too out of shape, and too old to brave the icy water and swim back to safety, Dave waved him a final good-bye. Finally, now more than 100 feet from shore, the Senator turned around and acknowledge his precarious predicament. "Dave! Help!" "Bye," said Dave giving him a smile and a wave. "I get it. I understand, now. The ice is melting and I'll cast my vote accordingly. Help me! I'm a United States Senator, God damn it! Don't leave me out here alone on this drifting piece of ice to die." "Alone? Oh, you're not alone," said Dave recognizing her from her newly installed monitoring collar. "Aurora is with you?" "Who? Who's Aurora?" With that Aurora made her presence known with a growl and a charge. The Senator turned a shade whiter than his hair and whiter than the ice. Made aware by Dave's call ahead to them, two Inuit Indians waited close by in their boat and grabbed the Senator from the ice float and paddled him safely to shore, before Aurora could make good her charge and the ice could take him further out to sea. Dave had pepper spray at the ready, should Aurora turn and come after him, but she didn't. He watched Aurora dive from the ice and swim safely to a much larger and attached piece of ice, before disappearing off in the distance. Once safely back in Washington, the Senator didn't make good his promise to vote against his party. Even though they all know the truth, what will it take for people to admit that global warming is here and the ice is melting? The Truth About Hell The angel darted through the corridor as fast as he could. He pulled down tables and potted plants as he ran past, blocking the passage. He hoped to delay the three demons that were chasing him. He only needed to buy himself enough time to get outside. Then he could fly out of the labyrinth that served as a barrier between the holy and demonic realms and return home. The demons were catching up to him as they swung around a corner. None of them could fly in the cramped space of the hallway and the demons were much slower on foot than the angel. But the angel was wounded and the demons were gaining on him, fast. He turned another corner and saw thee maze branch off into two directions. He hesitated before taking a left turn. He checked over his shoulder and saw the demons were further behind him. His grin of triumph faded, however, as he skidded to a halt. He ran his hands over the smooth wall in front of him. He had reached a dead end. He spun around as he heard the three pairs of feet come to a halt behind him. The three demons were laughing and grinning as they closed in around him. Two of them grabbed his arms, but he used them as leverage and lifted up to kick the third in the face. The demon fell back, landing on the ground with a thud. He managed to break the grip of one and tried to drag himself away, but the demon on the floor hooked him by the ankle and he crashed to the ground beside him. He struggled as the demon climbed on top of him, pinning his chest to the ground. He gasped as he felt cold manacles surround his wrists as they were chained together. "Please, no! Let me go!" he cried. The demons barked with laughter as they chained his feet together and bound his wings. They pulled him to his feet and clamped a collar around his neck. "Move it," the demon behind him grunted, pushing him forward. He nearly fell as he tripped over his chained feet, but the demon in front of him pushed him upright. The demon held a leading chain and pulled him along with it. The angel pulled against the chain, a last effort to resist, and was rewarded with a slap to the face. He rubbed his stinging cheek and sniffled as he followed the demon meekly. The demon grinned at him, baring his sharp teeth and he hung his head in defeat. The angel was tall, standing at 6'3", but he was dwarfed by the even taller demons. His flesh was pale and white in comparison to their ashen gray. His skin was smooth and flawless, while theirs was marred with red, swirling marks. His hair was golden blonde, cropped close to his head and theirs was black, long, and wild, twisted horns sprouting out of their heads. The demons led him through the labyrinth for what seemed like hours. As he began feeling he would faint from exhaustion, they reached a trap door. One of the demons came to the front and unlatched it. He grinned and pulled it open. The angel gazed down through it and gulped. A ladder hung down in the open air, clouds swirling around it. It looked like a long fall. One of the demons climbed down the ladder and opened his black, leathery wings. He flapped a few times to stabilize himself and then held out his arms. The demon behind the angel shoved him forward. He fell through the trap door and for a few sickening moments he was in free fall. He landed in the arms of the demon, who fell a few before being able to compensate for his weight. "Won't you make a tasty treat for the master?" he growled, snapping at his ear. The angel wanted to struggle, but he knew that he would fall, with his wings bound to his back, and surely die. "Oh, nice and docile now, are we?" The demon holding him took off, the others fast behind him. They flew nearly vertically downwards until they reached a great lake. They skimmed the very surface as they flew towards a large castle. The angel stiffened as they approached the evil looking fortress. They flew into a large courtyard, guarded by demons. "Tell the master we've a freshly caught angel from the labyrinth!" one announced. A small demon flew off into the castle to deliver the message. They set him down on the ground and led him forward by the chain once more. He followed the demons through the courtyard and into the great hall of the castle. He was both awed and terrified by the beauty of it. They led him up a grand staircase and knocked on the first door they came to. The door opened of its own accord. "Do come in," a silky voice purred. The demons led him into the room. He began to shake in fear. What would this master look like? Was he a monstrous beast? Surely he had to be more grotesque than the demons with him now. They stepped into the light. Sitting on a day bed, sipping wine was a tall, pale skinned, demon. He smiled and set down his wine glass and stood. His long black hair cascaded down his back and he was clothed in nothing more than jewelry and a long loincloth. He stalked forward. His movements were inhumanly graceful. "My, my, my, what do we have here?" he purred. He approached the angel and grabbed him by the chin. "So beautiful, and," he inhaled through his nose and grinned, "fresh..." He ran his hands over the chains that bound him. "Are these really necessary?" he asked. He snapped his fingers and they disappeared. The angel rubbed his wrists and neck. "That will be all," he said, gesturing to the demons. The looked at each other, then bowed their heads and left the room. He took the angel by the hand and pulled him flush against him. "Now, isn't this more comfortable?" "Release me!" the angel ordered. The demon laughed and held him tighter. "Oh, but you are my honored guest here. I promise you will enjoy your stay..." He pulled him over to the day bed and pulled him down on top of him. The angel struggled to get away, but the demon held him easily. "I am Uvall. And you are?" The angel said nothing, just struggled. "It's rude not to answer your host!" Uvall snapped, his grip tightening until it was painful. The angel was frightened by his sudden angry outburst. "My name is Kerubiel..." "That's much better," he said, relaxing his grip. "Now Kerubiel..." The angel did not pay attention to the words coming out of Uvall's mouth. He froze when he felt a wandering hand sneak down his back to his backside. He jumped in Uvall's lap and tried frantically to get away. But Uvall grabbed him and pinned him down. "Don't be rude, Kerubiel!" he hissed. A forked tongue slithered out of his mouth and coated his lips. His hand resumed wandering around his body, sliding to his front. Kerubiel cried out as it passed over his chest. "Your nipples are hard," Uvall commented, squeezing one for emphasis. "Are you thinking impure thoughts?" "Please...stop this!" "Now, why would I do that?" Uvall asked, straddling him. "It is sinful!" he gasped as the other massaged his chest. "No one can see you down here, angel. No god can reach you in this realm. I will show you your true desires..." He leaned in and kissed him on the lips, his tongue slipping into the other's mouth. Kerubiel did his best to fight him off, but his strength was of no match to the demon's. The demon pulled back, as string of saliva connecting their lips. "Give in, Kerubiel..." He hand snuck down his front and grabbed him directly between the legs. Kerubiel froze as his hand began to massage his limp cock. "No! Stop!" he cried. He was cut off by the other kissing him again. He was rougher this time, tilting his head into the kiss. Desperate, he reached out and slapped the demon across the face. Uvall paused and turned to him again, his face a mask of rage. "How dare you!" he roared. "You ungrateful little-" he forcefully kissed him again. "Do it again," he whispered. "Hit me again." The angel was confused and afraid of this behavior. "Come on, Kerubiel, don't you want to?" He accented each statement with a kiss. "Aren't you angry Kerubiel? Don't you want to escape? Hit me!" he ordered. Kerubiel anxiously did it again, not as hard this time. "Do it again, hit me hard!" he moaned. Kerubiel punched him, genuinely trying to escape again. He now felt Uvall was more dangerous than before. However, Uvall grabbed both his wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head. "Do you feel good yet?" he asked, licking his cheek. Kerubiel shook his head 'no.' "Am I losing my touch?" He gripped his cock again and rubbed it through the fabric of the angel's toga. "You liar! I can feel you getting harder!" He pulled up the fabric and slipped his hand inside his loincloth, pulling it down and freeing his cock. "I know you can feel it, you can feel the sinful pleasure from inside you. We will help you unlock this pleasure and free you from the confines of angelhood." Kerubiel was losing the will to struggle against the pleasure. Uvall paused from stroking his cock to grab a small vial from the table beside the day bed. He opened it with one hand and poured it over his cock. Kerubiel gasped as he was bathed in a sudden heat. "What is that?" he gasped. "What did you do to me?" "Nothing you won't like," Uvall purred, rubbing it into his skin. "Only an aphrodisiac to heighten your pleasure..." Kerubiel could immediately feel the effects of it. The heat in the pit of his stomach grew until it was unbearable. "Make it stop! Please!" he cried. "There's only one way to stop it," Uvall explained. "You have to release the energy. It looks like this is your first time, so I'll help you. He leaned down and encased his cock in his mouth. He sucked on it eagerly. It was true that it was Kerubiel's first time, so he immediately came in the other's mouth. The demon swallowed all of it immediately. "You taste so pure..." Kerubiel stopped fighting, to exhausted by his first orgasm and simply lay back, panting. He felt Uvall lie down next to him, wrapping his arms around him. His eyes began to droop shut. "Don't worry, we'll take care of you here." The Truth About Her Past Wife finally opens up about her past encounters. "I've had enough of this shit!" Those were the words, spoken by my wife, which marked the beginning of a new era in our relationship. A new era in my life. I have been with my wife, Sharron for just over ten years, and we have been married for the last two. Due to unplanned pregnancies, we were both married before we were twenty. My marriage ended in my mid twenties, and Sharron finally threw her husband out just after her thirtieth birthday. Eight years later, she met me. Those eight years remained a mystery to me, and to be honest, I wasn't really interested in them. Not interested that is, until one night, purely by accident, I discovered Literotica. The first story that I read, was about a lady who had been seduced by an ex lover. She confessed all to her husband, expecting him to explode and walk out on her. His reaction was just the opposite! Her confession turned him on, and he encouraged her to take more lovers, giving him all the sordid details, of course. From that moment on, I became obsessed with the thought of my wife, with another man. I had asked her if she had any relationships, flings, one night stands, drunken fumbles, anything at all, I just wanted details. Anything just to add a little bit of fuel to my fantasies. All she would ever say was that it was in her past and none of my business. She told me that she had a couple of short term relationships but nothing serious, and that was all that I was ever going to get. Then, early last summer, she finally gave in, and began to tell me about those missing years! It was early afternoon, and the mid day sun hadn't yet subsided. I was lying on a Mediterranean beach with Sharron. The heat was too much for me, the sweat was running down my forehead, and it was just too hot for me to concentrate on the book that I was trying to read. Once again, my mind started to wander. As always, I began to picture Sharron with another man. "Tell me a story," "What is it with you every time we come away?" she asked, "I've told you before, you are my present, and my past is my past, and has nothing to do with you." "Make something up then," I said, "Get lost." came the reply. I dropped my book and walked off to sit in the calm sea water. I was sulking, and like most men, I'm very good at it. I sat in the sea enjoying the cool water for about five minutes, before Sharron came to join me. "What's your problem now?" she asked, "I only come abroad on holiday for you," I told her, "I don't like the sun, and you know that I'm terrified of flying, but I come away because it's what you want. I like the nice quiet local bars, but we always go to the boom boom music bars where the youngsters go, because you like them and it's what makes you happy!" I was on a roll, and as Sharron hadn't yet shot me down, I decided to push it a little further. "I don't want to know about Ray, you were married to him so that is out of bounds, but I know you must have had at least a couple of flings since then. All I ask is for a bit of a story to help my fantasies, that's all." Sharron sat quietly beside me in the gentle surf. I thought that I'd pushed too far, and that we wouldn't be speaking for at least the rest of the day. A few minutes later, she rubbed my thigh and said, "Boom boom bars? Really?" "You know what I mean." I answered, not bothering to look at her. We remained silent for the next few minutes, with me trying to figure out what would be the best way to get back into her good books. "Ok, I've had enough of this shit, what do you want to know?" she asked. My heart was beating like a drum, "Doesn't matter," I said, "Not if it's going to upset you and spoil the holiday," "You think that you sulking like a child won't spoil the holiday?" she replied, "ask! But don't blame me if you don't like what you hear, and if you dare throw any of it back in my face, I'll never forgive you, ever!" She stroked my thigh again "Go on, shit head" she said, "Before I change my mind, what do you want to know?" I thought for a moment, "I don't know now," I replied. Sharron laughed, "Well, if you don't know what you want to hear, then I don't know what to tell you." I thought again about what I should ask her. "Ok, then, who was the last man you kissed before me?" "Easy," she replied, "It was a bloke that I met in a bar in town." "What was his name?" "I honestly don't think I asked him!" "Which bar?" "Same place that I met you, actually." "Good hunting ground eh?" "Very good!" "It wasn't the same night that you met me was it?" I asked, slightly alarmed. She laughed again, "No, not the same night, it was the week before I met you." "Did he walk you home?" "No" "Why not?" Sharron closed her eyes and shook her head, "Because we got a taxi back to his place." she answered. Now I was shocked, I didn't expect to hear that, "Oh, right," I said, "Did a lot of kissing go on then?" "Lots" "Did he feel your tits?" "Of course he did," she replied. "Did your nipples go hard?" "What do you think?" Sharron still has the most fantastic, firm little breasts and very sensitive nipples, I love her breasts. "Did he lick them?" A slight blush, "Yes." "Did he like your little titties?" "He seemed to," she answered, "He didn't complain." I feel a slight pang of jealousy, but I am also very aroused. Now or never I think, "Did he fuck you?" I asked. "Wow, straight to the point!" she says, "Did he fuck me, hmmm.... no." "Oh, right," I said again, disappointment in my voice and written all over my face. "I fucked him!" she said, looking me straight in the eye. I could feel my mouth hanging open. It had taken me three weeks to get her into bed when I first met her, and there she was telling me that she had fucked a stranger, only the week before she had met me. Sharron gave a nervous laugh, "Sorry," she said, "But you asked." "Don't be sorry," I told her, "That's fantastic." I pulled my shorts tight across my instant erection. Sharron laughed again, "You've got a problem." she said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, "Ok, thanks for being straight, now I need details." "What sort of details?" "Just details," I said, hardly able to control my excitement. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning "Details like, did you come?" A slight hesitation, and a smile, "Yes, lots of times." "Fuck me!" I said, "This is better than I imagined," "Pervert," she laughed. "How many times?" I asked., She thought for a few seconds, "Five, I think," "FIVE?" I squealed, unbelievably. "At least," she answered, "It could have been more." "Five! all in one night? All while you were fucking him? All in bed? How big was his cock?" I spluttered. She was laughing now and discreetly stroked the bulge in my shorts, "Down boy, that was a lot of questions all in one go." "Well?" I asked, grinning like a Cheshire cat, "What are the answers?" "Let me think," she said, "All in one night, not exactly, I was counting the next morning too. All while I was riding him, no, at least twice while I was on top of him, at least twice on his finger too, and once on his tongue. All in bed, again no, I rode him in bed, yes. He licked me to orgasm in his bed too. I came on his finger in the shower next morning, and ..." hesitating, smiling, shaking her head. "And what?" I asked. "Oh god," she said, "I can't believe I'm telling you this." "And what?" I asked again, not knowing what to expect. "Oh well, you asked for it," she groaned, "I came on his finger in the back of the taxi on the way back to his place, we both came in the taxi actually. He came in my hand. I left my thong there, on the floor in the taxi." She laughed, blushing now, "When we got out of the taxi, he asked the driver how much it was, the driver gave a quick look towards the back where my thong was, and said he felt like he should be paying us, god I was so embarrassed!" "You let him finger you in the back of the taxi?" I asked, grinning all over my face, "What a slut eh?" she said. "And you gave him a hand job?" "I felt it was only fair to return the favour really." "I think I've just fallen in love with you even more," I laughed. She gave me a gentle punch on the arm and laughed with me. "And?" I said, "And what?" "How big was he?" "Big!" she said, "He was at least six foot four," "Ha, very funny," I replied, "his cock." "It was in proportion to the rest of him, quite long, very thick." she said, casually. "Bigger than me?" I asked, predictably. "Quite long and very thick," she said again, "So yes, bigger than you." I didn't really know how to react to that. "Does size really matter?" I asked, pathetically. "Yes, size does matter, it's not always better, but in his case, yes, it was nice!" "Did you go down on him?" "Yes I did go down on him, and no he didn't come in my mouth." I sat there, open mouthed and with a very painful erection. "Is that it?" she asked. I thought for a while, having got a lot more than I expected and not knowing what else to ask, "Was he a good kisser?" Sharron found this most amusing, and laughed out loud, "seriously?" she asked, I shrugged my shoulders. "Yes, he was a very good kisser." For some reason that made me far more jealous than anything else she had already told me. "Were you wearing your stockings?" She gave me a slightly puzzled look and shook her head, "Sad," she said, "No it was summer, I was bare legged." I thought, silently for a long time, "Are you done now?" she asked. "Were there many more men in the weeks before me?" I asked , feeling both nervous and excited about what the answer might be. "Weeks before you? No. Months before you...Yes, quite a few." "Tell me!" I said, far too enthusiastically. "Those are other stories for other times," she replied. "Does that mean that you will tell me sometime then?" "That depends on how well you perform when I get you back to the room." She smiled, "But looking at the tent in your shorts, I don't think it'll be a problem." The Truth About Her Past Pt. 02 "Tell me about the ride home in the taxi." I said, as I nibbled on Sharrons ear as we lay in bed later that night. "Already told you." Sharron purred, as I licked her neck and stroked her back. "Yea, but tell me what made you agree to go home with him, and how you got so worked up, that you actually let him finger you in the back of a taxi. What was his opening move when you met him in the bar?" "I think he just came over and asked if I wanted a drink. I was near the bar and he asked if I wanted a shot to go with the drink that I already had. He was good looking and had a nice smile, so I accepted. He got us two shots of sambucca each and things just went from there." "So he just got you pissed then?" I asked, as I licked her nipple. "Mmm, that's nice." she moaned. "Keep talking." I said, working my way down her body with my tongue. "Yea, basically, I was quite drunk, we danced, kissed and he asked if I fancied a coffee. I thought, why not? So we went outside, grabbed a taxi and...Ohhh fuck, that's nice!" I was licking her pussy lips, "Keep talking." I mumbled. "Don't stop." "Keep talking." "We got in the taxi and started kissing as soon as it moved off. He started stroking my leg straight away, slowly working his way up my thigh. He started nudging at my pussy with his thumb, so I opened my legs a bit, to make it easier for him." I looked up from her pussy, slightly shocked. "Please don't stop." she said, trying to push my head back down. I moved up her body so that we were face to face, I kissed her hard and stroked her clit with my finger, She kissed me back and started stroking my cock. "You opened your legs for easier access?" I said, "you really were acting slutty weren't you?" "I was drunk and turned on, I think knowing the driver might see, just turned me on even more." "When did he get your thong off?" "Straight away really, he started togging on them, so I lifted myself off the seat and he pulled them down. They felt tight around my calves, so I kicked the off." she pushed herself harder onto my hand. "Did he do this?" I asked, slipping a finger inside her and searching for her g. spot. "Hmmph, yes," "Did you get his cock out?" "I was rubbing him through his trousers, he undid his zip and took it out himself." I tickled her clit now. "Oh fuck, I'm going to come!" Sharron cried. "Did he make you come like this?" "I'm coming! Ohhh fuuuck fuck fuck...Oh fuck!" "Did he make you come like this?" I asked again. "Yea...oh fuck, don't stop." Sharron pushed me away as her orgasm subsided, "Don't touch me for a minute." she said. I let her come back down to earth, then kissed her hard. "Fuck me." I said. "Not yet," she replied, working her way down to my cock. She took me deep in her mouth, drooling on my rock hard cock. "Did you suck him off like this?" I asked. "Not in the taxi," she answered, "But I did when we got back to his place." I pulled her off my cock, pulling her up towards my face, I kissed her, the lifted her higher. She worked her body up mine, knowing what I wanted. She lowered herself onto my face and I held her in place, working away at her pussy with my tongue. She moaned with pleasure. "Keep talking." I mumbled. "He came in my hand in the taxi, made a right mess on his shirt. I wanted to suck him, but I didn't. I wanted to fuck him, there and then, not sure how I resisted." I licked at her pussy lips, she moaned as she continued to speak. "He took me straight to the bedroom, we undressed in seconds and he lifted me up off the floor and kissed me. I wrapped my legs around him as if I was fucking him. He put me on the bed and licked me. He was a good licker, but not as good as you." "You came though?" I asked. "Yes, I came on his tongue, then I went down on him. He was big though so I struggled a bit. Then I fucked him! Fucked him good!" "Fuck me the way you fucked him." I said. Sharron move down my body and mounted me, "Fuck, I can't remember you being this hard for a long time!" she said, "You really do like the thought of me with someone else don't you?" My answer was to push harder and deeper. "Oh god, yes." She cried. "Was he much bigger than me? "He was quite big. It felt nice, sort of filled me up. Stretched me a bit, but I was so worked up by then that I took it quite easily. I was very sore the next day though, and I never did get that coffe." Sharron was riding me faster now, her eyes closed and her hands pushing into my chest, both of us panting heavily. "Oh fuck, I'm coming...Come with me." she said. We came together, kissing and licking each other as we climaxed. Slowly our breathing returned to normal and Sharron rolled off me. "I love you so much." I said. "You don't think any less of me for what I've told you?" she asked. "Not a bit," I replied, "You're with me now , so that makes me happy. I enjoyed hearing about the guy from the bar, as I think you could tell, I'm just glad it was me you chose to be with long term." "I love you too, and I think I got really lucky on the night that I met you." she kissed me. "Doesn't mean that you're not gonna tell me any more stories though does it?" I asked. "Sad," she replied, smiling and shaking her head, "Just sad." ***** I sat in the restaurant eating my breakfast with a big smile on my face. "What are you looking so smug about?" Sharron asked. "It's a long time since I woke up with my cock in your mouth," I said. "Well, young man, the way you performed last night, you deserved it!" "You weren't too bad yourself Miss, in fact, we fucked like a couple of teenagers." "Sshhh!" she laughed, "Not complaining are you?" "Definitely not." I replied, "I was thinking about you with the guy from the bar, when you went down on me this morning, were you?" "Not exactly," she said with a smirk on her face, "But telling you about him yesterday, did make me think back to some of the things that I got up to. I was a bit of a slut for a couple of years." "I'm sure you were never a slut," I replied, "But you do know that you can't leave it at that now, don't you? You're gonna have to tell me more!" "Maybe later," she said, "When we're somewhere a little more private." "I'll hold you to that." Later on, as we sat cooling off in the sea, I asked Sharron why she had made me wait for weeks, but had let the other guy fuck her on the first night. "You were nice," she explained, "You were good looking, you made me laugh and you just had something special. I can't really explain it, you were just right. He was good looking too, but he was never going to be more than a fling, but I liked you, so I made you wait." "Oh thanks," I laughed, "Nice guy, just my luck!" Sharron laughed and hugged me, "Worth the wait wasn't I?" "Yea, you were worth it." I say, "So, tell me about all this action you got, in the months before we met." "This stuff really does turn you on doesn't it?" "I fantasise about seeing you with another man, or you going with another man and then coming home and telling me all about it." I explained. "That's not going to happen sorry." "Probably not, so hearing about your past will have to do." I said, "So do I get to hear about the months before we met then?" "I must be mad," Sharron sighed, "Ok then. It was when I was on holiday in Greece." "Did you go with Bev?" "Yes, she was my best friend at the time, we had a few holidays together." "Now she really is a slut!" I said. "Don't judge her, She's single and she enjoys herself, just like I did, she doesn't do anyone any harm!" Sharron scolded. "Ok, you're right. Sorry." I said. Sharron shook her head and walked out of the sea and back to the sun beds. I watched her go. I love her slim little body, especially when it's wet. I joined her on the bed, and asked, "Well, did you have much sex while you were on holiday with Bev?" Sharron kept her eyes closed, she smiled and stretched. I just want to lick her perfect, erect, brown nipples! "Lots," She said. "Oh fuck Sharron, please tell me more," I asked, "What was his name? Where was he from?" She laughed and shook her head again, "Which one?" "WHICH ONE! How many were there?" I asked , sitting up on my bed. "Not so loud!" she said with a big grin on her face, "Three. Dave, from Newcastle, Colin, from Leeds, and Del, from Birmingham. I think his name was Del anyway." "Fucking hell Sharron!" I say, "You are a dark horse. I know you said you hadn't turned into a nun in those days but I never expected that!" "You don't want to hear anymore then?" I pulled my shorts tight over my erection again, "Of course I want to hear more, I'm loving it." "Ok, calm down," she said "And put that thing away before you get us arrested!" "Tell me more," I pleaded. "Ok. We met Dave and his mate, Gary, on the bus transfer from the airport to the hotel, quick workers eh?" She laughed. "We chatted on the bus, and then when we'd dropped our bags off in the room, Bev and me went for a drink at the pool bar. Dave and Gary came into the bar and joined us at our table. They were fun, we chatted for a while, then we left them to go and have a quick look around the resort, agreeing that we would probably see more of them as the week went on." "So when did you end up in bed with him then?" I asked. "That night we went out, but we were both really tired, so we had an early night. We didn't see the lads. The next day at the pool, I was getting a drink at the bar when Dave turned up next to me. He said hello and told me that I looked really nice in my bikini." "Were you topless?" I asked. "No, I never went topless until I met you. Dave walked back to our sun beds with me, and when we got there Gary was already there talking with Bev." "Well planned then, eh?" I say. "Probably was," Sharron replied, "Anyway, they stayed with us all day and we had a good laugh. We agreed to meet them in the bar later on for a drink." Again I was feeling slightly jealous but really wanted to hear more. "When we were getting ready to go out, Bev informed me that she was going to fuck Gary." "Charming!" I said. "So what?" Sharron said, "I'd already made my mind up that I was having Dave!" "Was he good looking?" I asked, hoping to hear her say that he was a dog! "Yea, he was. Gary was better looking to be honest, but Dave was nice looking too, and he had a better body." "Of course he did," I said, pulling a face. "We had a good night out, lots of alcohol, a bit of a dance and quite a bit of kissing." I raised my eyebrows slightly. Sharron smiled and said, "Yes, another good kisser. A good dancer too, actually." "Good for him." I said. "Good for me at the time too," Sharron responded, "Anyway, we had a good night out and then staggered back to the hotel arm in arm. As we arrived at the hotel, Bev put her arm up and claimed our room for her and Gary. So it was back with Dave to his room, for me. We were like a couple of youngsters as soon as the door was closed, kissing and fondling each other straight away. He lifted my skirt and put his hand inside my thong. I moaned with pleasure, and he made a bit of a growl when he realised how wet I was." It was agony to hear Sharron tell me how turned on she was, but my aching erection was telling me how much I was enjoying hearing her story. "He pulled my top off and then took his own top off too, he really did have nice pecs. I undid his shorts and stroked his cock. He was flicking my nipples with one hand and stroking my clit with the other. I could feel my knees starting to buckle. He had a nice, strong, hairless chest. I licked his nipples. He picked me up and dropped me onto the bed, kicked his shorts off, pulled my thong off and went straight in with his tongue." I noticed that Sharron's nipples were erect again, she was enjoying recalling her encounter, as much as I was enjoying hearing about it. "I started to feel the contractions in my pussy, I was coming. I told him to fuck me, so he did!" "Was he big?" "Is that a standard question with you?" she asked. "Yep," I replied. "I don't remember him being particularly big, so I suppose he must have been about average. He knew how to use it though , made me come again." "Did he come?" I asked. She paused and shut her eyes. "What?" I asked again. "I went down on him, he started to come as I was sucking his cock," she said, "I pulled away and finished him with my hand." "Why did you pull away?" "It was the first night, I wasn't going to swallow on the first night, I wasn't a total slut!" She laughed, "Most of it ended up in my hair." "Serves you right" I said, pretending to be angry but not doing a very convincing job. She hit me on the arm with her book. "I saw him every night for the rest of the first week, then they flew home. I thought the second week would be a little more restful, boy was I wrong! But again, that's a story for another day," she said as she put her t-shirt on. "The way your nips are poking through that t-shirt, tell me that you enjoyed reminiscing about Dave." I pointed out. "My nipples never lie," she smiled, "Lets get back to the room, I need fucking." I definitely wasn't going to argue. The Truth About Her Past Pt. 03 "Tell me about the other two blokes that you had sex with while you were on holiday with Bev." I said as we lay on the beach, a couple of days later. "Aww, leave me alone," Sharron answered, "I'm tired and I've got a bit of a hangover. Just let me sleep." "You can sleep later, tell me about the other blokes, what were their names?" "I told you, Colin and Del, or Des or something like that." "How come you can't remember his name?" "It was just a quickie on the last night really, nothing to write home about." "No orgasm then?" "I don't think so, can't remember to be honest. I just picked him up in a bar, he seemed nice but by the time we'd walked back to my room, he had bored me rigid." Sharron yawned, "I just let him do it quickly, so that I didn't have to sit there talking to him for too long." "Just once?" "Yea, just a quickie, then I told him he had to go because I had to be up early to catch a plane. He wanted my phone number but I told him I was married or something like that, didn't give him my number anyway." "Bitch!" "That's me." "What about the other one then?" "Colin?" "Yea, what happened with him?" I asked, already getting hard. "Similar story really. Met him in a bar, a couple of nights after Dave had gone home. I liked him, so he came back with me and spent the night?" "Spent the night doin what?" "What do you think?" Sharron said, pulling a face, "Shit, that was a stupid question. Fucking me of course!" "Orgasm?" "What is it with the orgasm question all the time?" "Because, when I fantasise about you with someone else, you always have an orgasm, it's the main part of the fantasy." "I really do worry about you sometimes," she laughed, "yes I had an orgasm, nothing mind blowing, but still nice." "Did you see him again?" "Yes, I saw him again, a couple of times." "Where was Bev when this was going on?" Sharron laughed out loud now, "The first night that he came back with me, Bev hadn't pulled, well she had, but ended up coming back to the room alone, for some reason. Anyway, she kept on saying things like, whose having him first, and do you think the bed is big enough for the three of us. Colin really thought he was in for a threesome, I think he was gutted when it was just the two of us." "Now that would be a story!" "Yea well, it never happened so you'll just have to dream on." "I'd like to be in the middle if it ever does happen though!" I smiled. "I thought you didn't like her." "It's not that I don't like Bev," I said, "She just comes across as being a bit... I don't know, cheap I suppose." "Like I was you mean?" she smiled. "Exactly." I said, avoiding Sharrons swinging arm. "Cheeky fucker." "I'd still like to share a sack with you two though," "Perve," came the reply, "Now just shut up for a couple of hours, I need to sleep." ***** We had been home from our holiday for about two weeks. Sharron was leaning against the clubhouse wall with her dress hiked up around her waist. It was early hours of a Sunday morning, following a good night out. I had stroked her leg in the pub and whispered into her ear, all the things that I wanted to do to her. My mate, Tony, had spent long parts of the evening trying to convince Sharron that she would be better off with him than she was with me. This was normal practice for Tony, who made no secret of the fact that he fancied Sharron no end, and would love to get into her knickers given half a chance! As we walked home past the local rugby club, I had dragged her through the car park to the back of the clubhouse. This was where we were now. Sharron was facing the wall as I licked her arse a stroked her clit. Sharron was whimpering and moaning as she stuck her arse out further. I stood up and licked her ear as I continued to tickle her clit. "Would you fuck him?" I asked. "Fuck who?" she said, as she turned to kiss me. "Tony," I said, "If you weren't with me, would you fuck him?" She licked my face as I slipped my finger inside her dripping pussy. "Oh fuck, oh that's nice!" "Would you fuck him?" "If I wasn't with you, I'd probably be fucking him now, ohhhh! Oh fuck yea, keep doing that," she said as she stroked my cock through my jeans. "So you fancy Tony?" "I'm gonna come, don't stop now, ohhh fuck, ohh, ohh." I felt her start to shake as her orgasm swept through her. She put both arms around my neck and pulled me into her hard as she panted and shook her way through her orgasm. When I thought she was done, I held onto her for a minute while she recovered. I took a step back and looked at her, eyes closed, breathing deeply, leaning against the wall. Her dress still wrapped around her waist, one of her hold up stockings had rolled down around her knee and her thong was wrapped around one ankle, god she looked a mess. I couldn't help but laugh. "Come on, lets get you home," I said, "You owe me one!" Sharron went straight to bed when we got home. I helped myself to a glass of JD, thinking about what she had said about fucking Tony if she hadn't been with me. As I walked into the bedroom, Sharron smiled at me through tired eyes. "Here," I said, throwing her thong at her, "I think these are yours, I picked them up off the floor where you left them, you might need them sometime." "Keep them," she smiled, "They won't be the first pair I've given away." "Slut!" I laughed. "That's me!" I undressed and joined her in bed, pleased to find that she still had her hold ups on. "Are these for me?" I asked, as I stroked her thigh. "What do you think?" she replied, rubbing my cock. "Tell me about Tony." I said. "What about him?" "Would you really fuck him if you weren't with me?" "He's not a bad looking man, so if he kept trying the way he does, then yes, I probably would." "Have you?" I asked. I felt slightly worried about the answer but my cock was giving away the fact that I was very aroused. Sharron continued to rub me, making a purring noise and kissing me. She put her leg over my thigh and my hand found its way to her moist pussy. "No, I've never fucked Tony," she said, "never even met him until after I met you." "Did you ever meet any of my mates before you met me?" "I already told you that I'd met Chris and Dave and a couple of the others in town." Sharron had straddled me now and was rubbing her pussy up and down the length of my cock. My hands were on her thighs, I love the feel of her legs when she has her stockings on. I tried to push myself into her but she pulled away. "Not yet babe," she said, "not yet." Sharron kissed her way down my body until she came to my cock, "I love sucking your cock when you're hard like this." she said, in between licking and sucking me, "Is it he thought of me with Tony that's made you so hard?" "Ohh Shar, you are so fucking good at that. Oh that's nice. The thought of you with anyone turns me on, but thinking of you with someone I know is even hotter." She was licking the length of my shaft and just popping the end in and out of her mouth. I was ready to burst, and Sharron knew it. "Not yet!" she said, "Lick me again." She got off the bed and moved back against the dressing table. "Here." she said. She looked so fucking hot, perched against the dresser wearing only her black hold up stockings. I didn't need telling twice, I got down in front of her and began licking. "Phil," she said, as I licked her, "I fucked Phil before I met you!" I pulled away and looked up at her, "What? When?" I asked, shocked. I had grown up on the same street as Phil and we now drank in the same pub. When I had first taken Sharron to my local, Phil had mentioned that he knew her, but he had never said exactly how well he knew her! "Keep licking or I stop talking," she said, pushing my face back into her pussy. I held onto her hips and slowly licked her pussy lips, first one then the other. "Yea, that's nice." Sharron purred. "I met him in a bar in town, it was around Christmas time. I remember I had my Miss Christmas outfit on so it must have been the works Christmas night out." I pulled her clit in between my lips and circled it with my tongue. Her hips bucked and she gave out a long moan. "He stood next to me at the bar and asked if I was wearing stockings or tights under my short red outfit. I told him that it was for me to know and for him to find out. He said that if he managed to find out then it would make his Christmas complete. Ohh shit, you know what I like, fuuuck that is so nice." I had put my finger inside her and I had found her g spot as I licked her clit. She was panting now, and I knew she was ready to climax again. I stood up and turned her around so that she was bent over the unit. I pushed my cock into her, hard from behind. "Oww, owww, ohh fuck, oh yea, fuck me, fuck me." "Did you go home with Phil?" I asked as I rammed into her from behind. "Ohh, no, no. I took him to mine. Ohhhh...Ohhhh fuck, Ohhhhhh fuuuuck!" I was slamming into her with no mercy, tickling her clit at the same time. "I'm coming!" she screamed, "Oh oh oh, ohhhh fuuuck!" She came, shaking and cursing. I wanted to hear the end of her story but I couldn't hold out any longer. I filled her, holding tightly onto her hips as I came. When we had recovered and washed, we lay in bed cuddling. I asked Sharron to finish telling about Phil. She took hold of my cock and gently stroked it. "Nothing to tell really," she had said, "He walked me home. I made him a coffee, he stood behind me and kissed my neck as I poured the drinks. I could feel his hard cock pushing into my arse, so I put my hands behind me and squeezed it through his trousers. I turned around and we started kissing, he undid my top and played with my nipples. I undid his trousers and took his cock out. He kissed my neck and nibbled my ear and it was game over, you know how sensitive I am around my neck and ears." "Did you take him to bed?" "No, I didn't actually. I bent down and took him in my mouth, I remember thinking that the head was very big compared to the rest of his cock. I sucked him for a minute then we went into the front room and kissed on the sofa. He stroked my pussy and I didn't put up much of a fight. He had a thing about my feet, he licked my pussy and played with my toes at the same time then he worked his way down my legs and started kissing them through my stockings." "So you did have your stockings on then?" "Yea, white ones, and a nice see through thong to go with them." "Fucking fantastic, the lucky bastard. Did you go down on him again?" "No, he licked me for a bit, but he wasn't very good to be honest." I was hard again now and my hand found it's way to Sharrons pussy again. "Not again." She said, "I'm a bit sore." "Ok, sorry," I said, "So did Phil make you come?" Sharron was working my cock now and licking my nipples as she spoke. "Yea I came. We lay on the sofa and he fucked me like that for a while, then he sat up and I sat on him facing away from him. I was riding him and he was playing with my nipple with one hand and my clit with the other, he kept saying how much he loved my little tits, I came really hard. My neighbour told me the next day that she'd heard me coming." The thought of Sharron coming hard and loud sent me over the top, I came in her hand, once again I had to clean myself up. "Am I allowed to mention to Phil that I know about your night?" I asked. "You can if you want to, but if you do mention it to him, be a dear and ask him for my thong back at the same time would you." Sharron laughed. "Goodnight babe, love you." she said as she turned over. Once again leaving me with a shocked look on my face and yet another throbbing erection. The Truth about His Mother This story is from one of my many series of stories. I have a lot of stories posted if you read this one and like it, or don't like it, leave a comment and tell me how I'm doing. ***** As a little girl I have always knew I wanted to grow up, get married and a have a family. My own parents were the perfect couple they were married for over 40 years. Until, that faithful day my mother lost her life to a drunk driver. And my father was so heartbroken he died of a broken heart. He just didn't want to live without her. I met my husband doing college Greg was from Florida and I was from Tennessee. We both went to Alabama State. I mat Greg during our sophomore year, and at first we decided to see other people. That didn't last long before we became exclusive. So during spring break our junior year Greg decided to take me home to meet his parents. The first time I mat his parents I really like his father Greg Sir. He was a very nice man he reminded me of my own father. But for his mother she was just another case. She had such a negative attitude every time she open her mouth I just totally think she didn't like me, I was wrong. Our senior year Greg and I got married. I had such a beautiful wedding. Again my new mother was her usually self. I knew I would always honor my wedding vow and I always respect my elders. What she did on my wedding day I couldn't believe it. It started in the bride's room at the church. I was in the brides rooms getting ready when my new soon to be mother in- law walks in. I just knew she was coming to give me some of her negative attitude. "Hello Mother Wilson," I said to her as she enters the room. "Are you here to give me some more of your advice?" "No I'm not," she said to me. Then walked over to me and handed me this small black box. "Here's something for you," she said "What's this," I asked her. "Open it," she responded I open the box and it was a bracelet a blue pearl bracelet it was beautiful. "Thank you it is very nice now I have something blue. All I need is something new." Then, she did something I couldn't believe. She walked up to me and grab me be my shoulder gave me a big passionate kiss across my lips, while grabbing my ass in my wedding dress. I couldn't believe what just happen I pushed her away. "What the hell was that? Why did you do that?" I asked her. "You said you needed something new so I'm sure you have never done that before," she said. "What make you think I've never kiss a woman before?" "I bet you never kiss your soon to be mother." Mother Wilson said. "I'm about to marry your son why would you do this now? Today of all days you want to hurt your son?" "He doesn't have to get hurt as long as he don't find out," she said. "What makes you think I won't tell him?" I asked her. "You won't you like it anyway," she said. "Who the hell do you think you are?" I said to her. I was so angry it was like she was testing my loyalty. I was going to show her I loved Greg and she was not going to ruin my day. "Could you leave I need to be alone." I said to her. I took a moment and thought about what just happen. I couldn't believe what she just did but, I wasn't about to let her fuck up my day. So I put on my beautiful face and I went and married the man I love. I never mention any of this to Greg. About two years into our marriage Greg had been doing a lot of overtime at work and I had been spending a lot of alone time at home. I begin to get lonely I talk to Greg about it he suggest that I might want to spend some time with his mother. He didn't know what she had done on our wedding day. He didn't know that I didn't want to spend time with his mother. I had not been alone with her in the whole two year she had never tried kissing me again. So I asked myself should I worry or was I just over reacting. Well I soon found that out, I decided to invite his mother out for shopping and lunch. We made it for a whole day of it. It began on a beautiful Saturday morning. We went out shopping and buying items for her home and for our home. We bought new outfits. After shopping we went and had lunch. After lunch we went back to my house. We sat in the kitchen and I took two bottles of water out of the fridge. We talked awhile then I decided to go into my bedroom to try on my new outfit. "Come on in the bedroom I'll try on the two dressed I bought today," I told her. She followed me into the bedroom, "These dresses were great bargains." I poured everything out of the bed. "So what do you think of this black and purple one. I really love this one and I think I have a nice pair of shoes that will go with dress." I said to her. "Go try it on let me see," Mother Wilson said to me. I went into the bathroom to try it on but once I got it on I realize that I couldn't zip it. So I call mother Wilson into the bathroom "Could you come help me please?" I had by back to her when she walked in. "Can you help me zip this up?" I asked her. She put her hands on the back of my shoulder and she pulled me close to her and blew on the back of my neck. "What are you doing?" I asked her. She said, "Why are you fighting it so hard I have been attracted to you from the first time I mat you. You can't tell me that you have never tried it with a woman before?" I snatch myself away from her and push my way into my bedroom. "No I have never tried anything with a woman and plus I'm a married woman. I am married to your son don't you remember?" "Honey he's no problem and plus he doesn't have to know." "What about you husband Greg sir? I asked her. "He doesn't have to know either. Girl I have been doing this since before I was married." You mean your husband don't care if you sleep around?" "No! That not what I'm saying. I'm just saying that my husband doesn't have to know everything I do." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She sat down on the bed next to me. She put her arm around my shoulders, "Why don't you give it a try you may just like it. It a first time for everything I thought you would have caught on that day I kiss you. You can't say you didn't enjoy that. Just let me show you what it can feel like. Men do it all the time women get left out and never enjoy life without getting hurt well I'm not doing anything they wouldn't do. Greg's brother, James his wife wasn't for it at first I somehow convince her to try it and she enjoyed it. We women have to stick together. She started to rub her hand on my knee she started kissing me on my neck. She rested her hand on my breast. "Don't fight it, just enjoy the moment you won't regret it," Mother Wilson whispered in my ear. She started to remove my clothes off before I knew it I was laying my bed with my body exposed to her. She stood standing over me taking her clothes off then, she climb on the bed next to me. I couldn't believer I had let it go on this far but there was no turning back. "Just close your eyes and let me explore your sexy body," she said to me. I have to admit I enjoyed the attention she was giving me. Mother Wilson put her hand down between my legs. My pussy was soak I didn't realize how excited I became. I didn't get this excited when I have sex with Greg. I began to feel really guilty for letting his mother get me this excited. Mother Wilson really knew how to make me feel good and she did just that. I had never let Greg go down on me the way I let her, but when she did she blow my mind. She went on like this for about an hour enjoying her self with my body. I had never done this before with another woman I was so nervous that she wanted me to return the favor. To my surprise she didn't she just wanted me and only me. When she was finished enjoying my juices I laid on my bed. Not able to believe what just happen. "Baby girls don't worry there's no reason for you to fell guilty I promise I won't tell anyone about what happen here." "You had sex with me on your son's bed," I said to her. She leaned over and kisses me on my lips. "Now I can call you my sweet little chocolate. Because that what you are to me a sweet little chocolate kiss that I would love to enjoy again soon." "What do you mean again," I asked her. We can't do this anymore I am not letting you do this again." "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy me licking and sucking on your pussy the way I did. I bet you that Greg has never eaten your pussy like that." "Mother Wilson I think you need to go now I feel really bad about cheating on Greg like this with his own mother. I don't understand how you can cheat of your husband." I said to her. "I don't call what we did cheating, I call it satisfying my needs I told you, you don't have to tell him. I won't tell as long as you let me enjoy your body when I want to." She said. "So it sound like blackmail," "No it not I just know what I want and how to get it I know your love my son and I know he love you I don't want you for myself I just want the pleasure of exploring your sexy body." "Why me, how come you can't just find someone else? "Because you are so sexy and I just want you." "Well I am sorry but I'm not available you going to have to do this to someone else. So if you don't mind could you get out of my house," I said to her. She picked up her bags and walked out after she left I laid in bed and cried feeling bad about what I did to Greg. After hour of crying and days of thinking about it I decided to tell Greg the truth about his mother. The Truth about Internal Audits Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not. * I hate conducting audits. It isn't something I ever wanted as part of my job responsibilities and I'm not really sure how I ended up getting stuck with it. Spending a week in a conference room going over other people's work and making sure they followed the proper procedures and protocols is definitely far from fun. If I hadn't been assigned a co-auditor, I probably would have ended up quitting. Actually, I might still have had to quit if my co-auditor hadn't been like-minded when it came to audits. When I say like-minded, I don't just mean about how loathsome performing an audit is; I also mean that she was of the same mind about breaking up the monotony of an audit with sex. It didn't take long after the first time we were stuck in a conference room together before we'd locked the door and were fucking each other. Jenn definitely wasn't hard on the eyes and we did enjoy each other's company even when we weren't fucking. She had a nice figure and her tits were a bit above average in size but, most importantly, she was as horny as I was. It wasn't even like we were gazing at each other across the table as we were working; we'd work hard for a while, get a lot done and earn ourselves a respite, which made the work go faster and the job easier to tolerate. Our routine didn't vary much but there were definitely some audits that were more memorable than others. One in particular that stands out was the first time she surprised me with a garter belt under her skirt. "Ready to take a break," Jenn said, smiling at me and knowing I was always ready. "Sure," I replied, smiling back, so she got up and closed the conference room door, quietly turning the bolt. We always requested a conference room with a lock on the door, ostensibly to retain the integrity of the audit when we stepped out. What I'm sure a lot of people didn't realize was that we used the lock a lot more when we were still in the room. Jenn came around to my side of the conference table and sat on my lap, immediately starting to kiss me as one of my hands began caressing one of her breasts through her blouse. I could feel her hard nipple so I was soon unbuttoning her blouse and slipping a hand inside. Her nipples felt as though they were ready to burst through her bra, just as my cock was feeling ready to burst from my khakis. We always tried to dress for easy access on audit days and Jenn didn't disappoint as I located the front clasp of her bra. I popped it open, exposing her succulent titties, caressing them as we continued to make out passionately. She moaned softly as I ran my palm over her hard nipples and I knew her pussy would be overflowing with juices which I also knew I'd be lapping up momentarily. I could have fondled her tits while making out with her all day long, but I knew this wasn't the time or place for indulging myself. I brought my hand down from her tit to her thigh and, as I ran it up under her skirt, I encountered the top of her stocking. I had assumed she was wearing thigh-highs given our easy-access dress code but I felt something else before I reached her pussy. I moved my hand over and discovered the garter attached to the top of her stocking and ran my hand up, over her panties, to find the garter was coming down from a garter belt. This I had to see. I pulled my mouth from hers and she smiled a sultry smile at me then helped as I boosted her onto the table. She leaned back as I started to slide the hem of her skirt up her legs, revealing more of her black stockings. As the garters came into view, I did not believe my cock could become any harder. I pushed the hem of her skirt up around her waist and admired the lacy garter belt and matching panties as well as the elastic garters connected to the tops of her stockings. After a moment, I started to slide her panties down and she raised her ass up off the table to assist me. Her trim, brown bush was revealed, looking as scrumptious as it always did, so I slipped her panties the rest of the way off and set them aside. Spreading her legs apart, I lowered my head toward her pussy and ran my tongue up her slit, causing her to suck in her breath. Her pussy was practically overflowing and I wondered if any of that was anticipation of my reaction to her stockings and garters or possibly just from wearing them. Either way, I started slurping up her nectar as she leaned back farther while subtly rocking her hips. She finally just lay back completely while holding onto my head as I ate her pussy. Glancing up, I could see that her arms were squeezing her tits together so that they were peeking out of her open blouse. I focused on getting her to an orgasm so I could release my cock and slip it into her to get some relief, myself. I slipped finger into her hot, slick pussy while concentrating on licking and sucking her clit as she let a soft whimper escape. I knew it wouldn't take long for her to cum and that it wouldn't just be due to my ability when it came to eating pussy. The longer I ate her, the more pronounced the movements of her hips were becoming. I could also feel her pussy becoming even hotter and wetter than it already had been. When she was starting to tense up, I knew that she was right on the verge of cumming. I continued what I was doing since it appeared to be doing the trick and it was just moments later when all of the tension suddenly left her body. With a gasp, she started to tremble, still holding my head in place, as if I might suddenly decide I needed to be somewhere else. I continued eating her pussy as she rode out a long and intense orgasm, raising my head only once I was certain that she'd finished cumming. I sat there for a moment longer, still admiring the garter belt and stockings as well as her trim bush as she caught her breath. Finally, I stood and started to open my pants. With her pussy right on the edge of the table, I was able to easily guide my throbbing tool into her, causing her to moan softly again. I hooked her legs over my arms so I could pull her toward me as I thrust into her, rather than having her slide away across the tabletop. Her hot, slippery pussy felt outstanding as I started to slowly fuck her, savoring the pleasure while watching her titties bouncing with my thrusts. When she brought her hands up to caress her tits, my view was impacted but I wouldn't say that it was negatively since watching her caressing her hard nipples was equally arousing. Of course my attention would also drop down to observe my cock sliding in and out of her pussy while appreciating that her pussy was framed by the garters and garter belt. I was in my happy place without a doubt which I wouldn't have considered a possibility at one time in the same room that I was conducting an audit. Thanks to Jenn, the performance of an audit had not only become tolerable but something I actually looked forward to occasionally. Jenn appeared to be in her happy place, as well, based on the expression on her face. Mostly she was smiling but occasionally a look of sheer pleasure would overtake her visage. Of course I was pleased to be responsible for providing that pleasure that she was experiencing and knew from our discussions that she enjoyed our audit trysts as much as I did. My pace was gradually increasing the longer I fucked her and her pussy continued to feel spectacular. I would have been content to continue fucking her like this until I came, but she had something else in mind. When she reached out her arms, I wasn't sure if she wanted me to lean in to kiss me or what so I just leaned down to see. She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her lips close to my ear. "Lift me to the chair," she whispered, "so I can ride your cock." I released her legs and wrapped my arms around her, then lifted her off the table and backed up until I felt the chair behind me. With my cock still embedded in her, I sat with her on my lap and she smiled before kissing me again. As we went back to making out, she got her position adjusted so that she could start moving up and down on my cock. My hands went up under her skirt to caress her bare ass with the garters stretched across it. She started out slowly but, as she got a good rhythm going, increased her pace. My hands stayed on her ass, caressing the soft, smooth flesh until she really got moving and I knew that her tits were probably bouncing significantly. As I relished the feel of her hot pussy sliding up and down my shaft, I brought my hands around to stimulate her hard nipples. Her pussy continued to feel even hotter and wetter the longer she rode me and I'd determined after the first few times we'd been together that, after her first orgasm, each subsequent one required less time and effort. I had no doubt that she'd be cumming again before I did, which was fine with me because it allowed me to relax even more knowing that she was satisfied. It also was not unusual, if she'd cum a few times before I did, for her to then lavish attention on me and make sure I had a momentous orgasm. I was more focused on playing with her tits and exploring her mouth with my tongue than with pushing my cock up into her so she really was setting a pace that worked the best for her. I was, of course, savoring the feel of her pussy sliding up and down my tool and could feel the beginnings of my orgasm stirring up. When she finally dropped down hard on my lap and remained there, I could feel her body trembling as she came. I continued to fondle her tits, but she'd pulled her mouth from mine and pressed it against my neck to stifle the moan that wanted to slip out. Her orgasms were typically long and intense when we were together, which made me feel pretty good that I could do that for her. When she finally finished cumming, she sat there for a moment as she caught her breath, then climbed off of my lap and immediately dropped to her knees before me. I leaned back and watched as she took my cock in her hand, pumping it briefly before wrapping her lips around it. I had to stifle a moan myself as she engulfed my tool in her hot mouth and started moving it up and down while continuing to pump the base. I definitely enjoyed having my cock in Jenn's mouth as much as I enjoyed having it sliding in and out of her pussy. She lacked nothing when it came to sucking cock and there were times that, when she'd been sufficiently satisfied, she would put her talents to work drawing out the pleasure I was feeling longer than I would have expected that I could last. There were many occasions that I wondered whether she was getting as much enjoyment out of sucking my cock as I was getting out of having my cock sucked. The pleasure was definitely compounded by watching as her mouth slid up and down my tool or as she pumped it in her delicate hand while licking and sucking my balls. Time was always of the essence during these sex breaks when we were doing an audit so, even when it felt like she was drawing out the pleasure forever, in reality we never allowed too much time to pass. As my cock swelled even more and I suppressed the desire to moan out loud, Jenn kept up her cocksucking and I was soon shooting my load into her mouth. She never paused or hesitated; she just kept sucking my cock even as she was swallowing down my load. When she finally let my spent cock fall from her mouth, she was typically pulling herself back together pretty quickly after that. I took only a brief moment to recover before I was getting myself tucked away and making sure I was presentable once again, too. We'd give each other a once-over before unlocking the door, then it was right back to work. The day that she wore the stockings and garter belt was atypical in that, once I knew what was under her dress, I couldn't stop thinking about it and I kept wanting to see it again, which led to more sex than usual. Typically we'd take just a couple of sex breaks during the audit, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. It was probably not much more than an hour after she'd swallowed my load that morning when I just couldn't resist anymore and feigned dropping something so that I could crawl under the table and push her skirt up to her waist. We didn't even close the door this time as I pulled her panties aside and licked her dripping pussy. She tried to remain looking as though she was still working in case anybody passed by the doorway but, below the table, she was gyrating her hips toward my face. I was licking and sucking her clit while fingering her slippery pussy, wanting to give her an intense orgasm but wanting to give it to her quickly. She reached down with one hand and held my head against her pussy as I felt her body trembling so I kept eating her until she went limp. As soon as she'd recovered enough, she rolled her chair backwards, got up and went to close the door. I crawled out from under the table and, when she came back from closing the door, we started making out passionately. She went right to work extracting my throbbing cock and, after briefly pumping it in her fist, turned and bent over, leaning on the table. I squatted behind her and raised her skirt up around her waist then ran my hands over her ass before sliding her panties down. She stepped out of them as I caressed her ass and briefly licked her pussy again, then I stood behind her and guided my cock into her hot, slippery pussy. As I slowly fucked her, knowing I'd have to pick up the pace pretty soon, she slipped a hand back between her thighs to stroke her clit. I thought about reaching up to caress her tits, which were no doubt swinging as I started fucking her harder, I but kept my hands on her hips instead and just watched her ass jiggle slightly each time my hips tapped against it. Since she'd just cum moments before and her pussy has already been dripping before that, I knew it wouldn't take much to get cumming again, especially with her fingers caressing her clit. As I fucked her harder and faster, making her ass jiggle even more, my own orgasm was building as a result of her hot pussy, which was only getting hotter. I was right on the verge of blowing my load inside her when I felt her body start shaking. Her orgasm sent a fresh flow of lubrication into her pussy and almost caused me to moan out loud. I was spewing before she even finished cumming herself. I continued thrusting into her until I was completely spent then slipped my cock out and turned to sit on the edge of the table beside her as I caught my breath. She straightened up and kissed me briefly before reaching for her panties and quickly stepping into them. On the occasions when I blasted a load inside her, she typically zipped off to the ladies room to clean up so that it wasn't dripping out of her for the rest of the day. I got myself tucked away so that she could open the door and dash off and was back to work when she returned. By the time we were back to work after a lunch break later that day, I knew that there was something I was going to have to ask from Jenn or I'd certainly regret it. We were making good progress on the audit despite the extra break so I was confident we could take a little additional risk with our break that afternoon. "I have a favor to ask," I told Jenn when I couldn't wait any longer. "Anything," she said with a smile, "I really mean that." "Would you completely strip off your skirt and blouse so I can see you in just your lingerie?" I asked. "If you hadn't asked," she replied, "I would have anyway so I could show it off." She got up and went to lock the door then started to unbutton her blouse. I noticed as she opened it that her bra matched the garter belt and panties, which hadn't occurred to me before. No wonder she wanted to show off the full set. She slipped out of her blouse, hung it over the back of a chair, then reached back to unzip her skirt. Her tits jiggled as she shimmied her skirt over her hips before letting it drop down her legs. I ogled her cleavage as she leaned forward to pick up her skirt then she hung it with her blouse. She looked outstanding as she modeled for me in her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings and my cock was fully rigid. The question was just how to fuck her and still enjoy her outfit. "How about if we clear a spot on the table and I ride you?" she asked, as though reading my mind. We cleaned a few things up as I continued to ogle her hot body in the sexy lingerie then I climbed up onto the table, leaving my shoes on the floor and quickly slipping out of my khakis and underwear. She climbed up and straddled me, starting in a squat over my cock as she pulled her panties aside and guided my cock to her pussy. I watched as she lowered herself onto me and my cock was engulfed below her trim, brown bush. Once again she was incredibly hot and slippery and, as she started to slowly move up and down, the pleasure was exceptional. She immediately started rubbing her clit with the fingers that weren't holding her panties aside but I was just watching, still taking in her body in her lingerie. As she got a rhythm going and was riding me harder, I was focused on her bouncing tits, still encased in her bra. I was pushing my cock up into her each time she came down on it and I could hear her soft moans each time. Her eyes were closed but she had a big smile on her face so I didn't think that there was anything else I needed to do. Mostly I was just enjoying the feel of her pussy moving up and down my tool and the sight of her bouncing titties. As she rode me harder and faster, I could tell that she was quickly approaching another orgasm but I was just feeling the stirrings of my own. Perhaps her tits were hypnotizing me, but it wasn't difficult to decide what to do once she'd cum in order to get myself off. When she dropped down on me and just sat there, I could see her trembling as she came. As usual, her orgasm appeared to be long and intense. When she finally opened her eyes again, she had to blink several times before her head cleared. "Want to trade places?" I asked once I was sure she was back to herself. She smiled and nodded then climbed off of my cock. I got up and we briefly kissed and groped each other before she was on her back and I was straddling her ribs. She unfastened her bra and, as I was laying my cock between her tits, she was bringing them together on either side of it. I started to slowly fuck her tits as I gazed down at her large areolas and hard nipples. The soft, smooth flesh of her cleavage against my cock quickly had my orgasm building again. This was not an activity that we often indulged in and, when we did, it was more often with me sitting and Jenn kneeling before me while sliding her tits up and down my tool. This way, though, when I could tear my gaze from her tits, I could still glance behind me to see the stockings and garter belt, as if I needed to get any more fired up. As I got closer and closer to cumming, I knew I had the option of cumming on her chest, which would be an incredible sight but would require her to clean up. Instead, when I was right on the verge of blowing my load, I extracted my cock from between her tits and guided to toward her mouth. She released her tits and reached for the base of my shaft with one hand as the other cupped my balls. She closed her lips around my shaft and I savored the pleasure of being engulfed in her hot mouth. I slowly fucked her face as my cock swelled even more while my orgasm continued to build. She pumped the base of my cock and caressed my balls, drawing my orgasm out even faster. When I started to spew into her mouth, biting back a groan, she swallowed my load and continued to suck my cock until I was completely spent. I moved off of her and sat on the edge of the table as she sat up, her tits bouncing. The Truth about Internal Audits "If I'd known this would be the reaction," Jenn said, "I would have bought this stuff sooner." "You bought that just for audit sex?" I asked, feeling both pleased and flattered. "Oh yeah," she replied, "to keep things exciting. It appears to have worked." "Absolutely," I agreed, "I can't wait to see what you come up with next!" The Truth About Jake All characters are at least 18. * I don't make a habit of eavesdropping on my brother. For one thing, he's boring. But even if I did care about his pathetic life, listening to him talk on the phone with his girlfriend would be the last thing I would want to do. He can be such a sap. This was never more evident than the day I finally got fed up with overhearing him grovel to Trina. "You know I love you right?" I heard him say from across the hall in his bedroom. I lay on my bed trying to read. "I would never think that about you." I rolled my eyes and dropped my book on my stomach, listening to him carry on. "I know, I know. But I still love you. You know that, right?" I cringed. Jake was such a freaking hopeless romantic. I'd listened to him have this pathetic conversation so many times I'd lost count. And it was always the same. He constantly showered her with love and attention, telling her how beautiful she was, how sexy she was, hoping to get something in return, even the slightest bit of affection. But he always got nothing in response. He'd been dating Trina for a few months, and he gladly spent his money on her whenever he could. It was a miracle he hadn't bought her a diamond yet. He would do anything to earn her love. But it always went the same. I could just hear in my head the other side of the conversation: "That's sweet, Jake. You know I'm not that kind of girl, right? You're so nice, Jake. You say the sweetest things, Jake." It turned my stomach. Trina was one of those girls who could lead a guy on all day if he would just keep liking her, even if she wasn't interested. She was too self-centered to tell Jake to go look for love elsewhere; she would rather just let him shower all his attention needlessly on her than to break his heart. But that's what would ultimately happen anyway. If she'd told him in the beginning that he didn't interest her, it would have been far less painful. But he was emotionally invested in a fantasy, and I could see that heartbreak was on the horizon. "Bitch," I said under my breath. Jake never shut his bedroom door when he was on the phone with Trina. I never understood why. Didn't he know what a dweeb he sounded like? Was his hazy lovesick mind even capable of comprehending the pathetic tone of his relationship with her? Maybe it was an unconscious plea for help. Maybe he needed his wise older sister to show him the light. I heard the conversation winding down and decided this was the day I was going to intervene. Somebody needed to save the dumb fuck's heart from his own stupidity. "You love me too, right?" he asked into the phone. "Maybe," I imagined her saying to him on the other end of the line. I walked across the hall and leaned against the doorframe of his bedroom and waited for him to end the call. He glanced up at me with his green eyes. He was so good-looking. It was as if he didn't even know it. I made a conscious effort to prevent my head from shaking as I watched him listen to the final disappointing response from Trina. "I'll call you later," he said, already pathetically setting up his next round of self-defeat. I stood there with my arms crossed as he watched me. I forced a supportive smile to my lips. "Okay, LeAnn. What is it?" he asked me, tossing his phone on the bed. I decided to just let him have it right out of the gate. "Do you think you're her only boyfriend?" I asked. Jake shrugged. "I'm the one she cares about." I casually strolled over to his bed and firmly slapped his forehead with my palm, causing him to playfully fall backward in feigned unconsciousness. Jake sighed, looking at the ceiling. "Okay, tell me," he said. I think he sensed a dose of reality headed his way. "You're an idiot," I stated matter-of-factly. "Why? Because I'm in love?" Ugh! It made my blood boil to hear him say that! "You're not in love! You can't be in love with her!" I had to take a deep breath and check my angry tone. "God, she's so hot, Lee!" "Oh my god, Jake. Do you listen to yourself talk to her? I wish I had recorded it so I could play it back to you. You told her you love her ten times just now." "So?" "So, how many times did she say it back to you?" Jake sat up and looked at me pathetically. "She has trouble expressing herself." God it made me cringe to hear him defending her. "Oh, Jakey. When will you see the light? You know she's not the only girl out there, right?" "But I'm in lo—" "No!" I exploded. "You're not!" Jake looked down and didn't respond. I softened my tone a bit. "Have you two been, you know...intimate?" I don't know why, but I really needed to know. I suspected not. Jake half shrugged his shoulders. "We've kissed." "Nothing else?" His shoulders sagged a little. "Just some touching. We move kind of slowly." Jake was a near-virgin. I knew the story well. Kim, the girl that got his V-card, was trying to win a bet with her friend. The wager was which one could bag the cute nerdy virgin first at my friend's house party. The two girls worked him all evening, and just when it looked like the other girl would win, Kim pulled him into the bathroom while the other was getting a drink. She fucked him on the counter without even taking her skirt off. It was over in three minutes. Clearly, Jake was the winner of that bet. But instead of using the experience to bolster his own sexual confidence (like a normal male would do) and move on to the next piece of ass, he fell instantly in love with Kim and called her every night. I was sure he'd not been with another girl since. Hopeless. I gathered up the fortitude to break the next bit of enlightenment to my little brother. I spoke with compassion because I knew this would hurt. "She doesn't move that slowly with other guys, Jake." With regret, I watched the color drain from his face. "I know," he said softly. I sat down on the bed with him and touched his shoulder. "Look," I said haltingly. "I'm not going to sugar coat it. I'm telling you this because I love you. You have no future with her." "But I know if I can just make her understand—" "Jake," I interrupted. "She already understands. It doesn't matter. She doesn't deserve a guy as sweet as you. Do you see?" I think I actually felt him melt a little under my touch. God, I felt awful! He suddenly jerked his shoulder away from my hand. He was hurt; I knew it. I stood up. This exchange had reached its conclusion, and obviously without the resolution I'd hoped for. "All I know is you're a great guy who deserves better." I left it at that and walked out. I lay on my bed and simmered as the dimming orange sky through my window became red and eventually purple. I had always felt contempt for the way my brother acted with his girlfriends. He always threw himself at girls headlong without any regard for the impact it would have on his heart. And it typically ended up broken. I found myself almost envying the girls he fawned over. A guy had never done that to me. Just once I'd like a guy to fall inexplicably in love with me so I could know what those girls felt from Jake, to know what it was like to have a hot guy just throw himself at your feet. But I didn't attract guys like Jake. I was a bit too rough around the edges to melt the heart of a nice guy. I attracted jocks and dudes with shoulder tattoos—guys that didn't mind fighting once in a while, even if it was with me. I didn't take crap from anybody. More than one boyfriend was fooled by my large, pretty blue eyes and slender body and thought he could push me around. They always got a surprise when they got to know the real me. So, sweet guys didn't seem to be in the cards for me. Girls like Trina got those kinds of guys—and used and abused them. And Jake was the most mistreated of them all. A seething cauldron of contempt for Trina was gradually bubbling up inside me. "Jake!" I heard Mom yell from downstairs. He could be heard trudging down the hall toward the steps but hadn't responded to her. I got up and followed him down. "You got a letter from Walsh!" she said excitedly. Jake opened the thick envelope and pulled out the top piece of paper. He read it silently. "I got accepted," he said unemotionally. "That's great, honey!" Mom bellowed. Jake smiled and stuffed the letter back into the envelope but said nothing else. "You don't appear to be adequately enthused," I remarked with a smirk. I knew what his deal was. And Mom was about to find out. "Jake?" she asked. "Aren't you excited?" He shrugged. "We'll see what else comes along." "But, this was the big one, honey," she said, confused. "What else are you waiting for?" "Ask him where Trina's going to college," I suggested, trying to keep my voice unemotional. Mom's shoulders slumped and she looked back at Jake. "No," she said in her motherly disappointed tone. "Wittenberg is a good school too," he defended. "Not for a pre-med student," she remarked earnestly. Mom looked at me expecting a little assistance. "He won't listen to me," I defended. She shook her head and walked out of the room. Awkward silence filled the kitchen for a moment. Maybe it was time I tried a different angle. "You know," I began with a teasing little voice. "95 percent of all high school relationships die in the first college semester." He gave me a smirk. "You think I'm typical?" Well, he had me there. He wasn't a typical male. But I figured this would be a good opportunity to tell him what I really thought of him. "I think you're unaware of your potential," I said cryptically. "Potential for what?" he asked. "Hotness." "You think I'm hot?" "I didn't say that. I said you had potential for hotness." "So, you think I'm hot," he grinned. "Moron. Nobody thinks a groveling, near-virgin weenie-boy is hot." "What do you mean, 'near-virgin?'" He sounded almost hurt. "Thirty seconds inside a vagina only barely qualifies." "You were timing me? And anyway, it was more than thirty seconds," he defended. "Oh, I'm sure she was ravaged," I said in a sarcastic tone. "Look, all I'm trying to say is you would be a lot more respectable if you didn't kiss Trina's ass all the time. What do you think would happen if you just stopped showering her with all the affection?" Jake scratched his head. "Isn't that what girls want?" I opened my mouth to speak, but I shrugged instead. "Well...sort of," I stammered. "I mean, it's nice to be treated sweetly." "So what's the problem with that?" he asked. "I dunno, Jake, think of it as 'too much of a good thing.' Women want a man who respects himself—someone who treats them right without smothering them. Kissing her ass like that just pushes her away." "If I don't treat her like that I'm afraid she'll not want me." I leaned onto the counter and looked into his green eyes. "Doesn't that tell you something?" It was like he couldn't see the flaw in his logic because he constantly had googly eyes. Maybe I could try to put it another way. "You know," I began. "Girls are turned on by things other than being 'treated nice.'" "Like?" I probably looked a little embarrassed. I never let guys get rough with me, but the thought of it kind of turned me on—like getting manhandled a little. But I could never submit to any of my boyfriends. Something inside me would always prevent me from enjoying something like that. I would deflect any kind of aggressive behavior in a knee-jerk reaction—get tough with them before they got rough with me. But looking into Jake's sweet eyes suddenly lit the desire in me. I almost thought he could read my mind. But of course, he had no clue. "Like, take charge a little, Jake," I said. "Don't be such a weenie all the time. Command some respect." "Oh, so I should just grab a tit if I feel like it?" he joked. "It wouldn't be any worse than what you're doing now." "Like this?" he asked, grabbing my breast. Holy shit, my jaw nearly hit the counter. He just grabbed my tit! "Uh..." I stammered. I smiled, embarrassed. "I meant do that to Trina!" "I'm sorry," he said. "See? This is what I'm talking about! You went right back to being a weenie." "Oh!" he exclaimed, a light bulb suddenly coming on in his head. "I meant to say, call me a weenie again and I'll smack your ass!" "Yeah, okay, chief. Don't press your luck." I walked away coolly, half expecting his hand on my ass, but it didn't happen. I went back to my room and got undressed for bed. Grabbing the book I had been reading, I stretched out under the covers. As my eyes thoughtlessly scanned the words on the page, my mind kept wandering back to Jake's hand on my breast. It was completely unexpected. What was more unexpected was my physical reaction to him touching me. My nipples grew hard in my nightshirt at the thought of his uninvited hand—my brother's hand! "Little shit," I muttered under my breath. I shoved the odd feeling of arousal to a deep corner of my mind and turned off the lamp. * * * I spent the following day at work waiting tables, cleaning up spills, dealing with unhappy customers and generally reminding myself why I was getting a college education. I arrived home to find Jake had beaten me home from school and was crashed on the sofa. I opened the fridge to get some orange juice and took a sip, watching him sleep. He looked cute lying there—mostly because nothing was coming out of his mouth. If he would just keep quiet he would live up to his hotness potential, his good looks being the only factor to consider. But of course, Jake was Jake, and his weeniness cut his cuteness by at least a factor of three. So I stood there for a while in the open kitchen, watching him sleep and pretending he was hot. As I stood there with my orange juice, formulating a very guilty image in my head of my ideal brother, his phone vibrated on the counter. It was Trina sending a text. I glanced at Jake. He hadn't stirred. Looking back down at the phone, I saw the message before the screen went dark. "Can't tonight. Anissa is coming over." An irresistible urge to invade my brother's privacy overtook me and I suddenly found myself thumbing through his phone. There were lots of texts between him and Trina, but all I really wanted to know was the context of the last one she sent—just a little insight into my brother's relationship—what would be the harm? I decided to only look back on today's conversation. I rationalized that looking no further than today would minimize the creepiness of me lurking on his phone. The conversation was short, but telling. After the usual small chit chat Jake asked her if she had an answer yet about going to the senior prom with him. I almost dropped the phone right there and went over to stomp his guts out, but I refrained and read on. "I'll tell you next week," her reply read. Yeah, sure you will. Bitch. "I know we'd make the perfect couple," he said. There was no reply. Later, after school had dismissed, he sent her this: "Call me tonight?" Then came the reply he'd just received telling him that Anissa was coming over. Horseshit, I thought to myself. I knew what Anissa was doing. Her boyfriend had come in for lunch that day and said they were all going to a frat party in Wilmington. If she was coming over, it was only to pick Trina up on the way. My pseudo-innocent eavesdropping suddenly went full-on clandestine as I considered what to do with that message from Trina. I had a choice—set the phone down and ignore it, which is what I probably should have done, or say something to Trina that I thought Jake should have said a long time ago. I grappled with my conscience for five whole minutes as my eyes shifted from the screen to my brother and back again, trying to decide whether or not to do it. Screw it, I finally rationalized; I'm doing the poor guy a favor. "I thought Anissa was going to a party," I wrote, and hit 'Send.' "Why do you say that?" she replied. Ha! What a guilty response! "It's just that my sister mentioned it." I felt delightfully evil as I typed the words. "What does your sister know?" she asked. I grinned from ear to ear. "She knows a lot." I glanced over to Jake and made sure he was still sleeping. I was being very bad. He was definitely going to be upset with me. But I felt justified—anything to force some respect out of that little tease. I continued on. "But I don't care what you do. I don't own you, whatevs." There was a long pause before she finally replied. "Well, I'm going with her." Here is where Jake would normally kick in to weenie overdrive and say something like, "Can I come along?" But, no. Jake was going to play it cool tonight. "Have fun," his new and cooler self said to her. I knew it would get her. It took her about 5 minutes to finally reply. "You're not mad?" "Why would I be?" Then the question I was waiting for. "What are you doing tonight?" Yes! She no doubt wanted to know he was going to sit at home and think about her all night while she was out. I delighted in typing the words. "Probably going out." "With who?" came the immediate response. I grinned as I plugged the charge cord back into the phone and tossed it on the counter. "Not with you," I whispered to myself. The deed was done. I went upstairs to my room to read some and await my fate. I knew it wouldn't be long. The first thing Jake would do when he woke up would be to check his phone for her reply; I knew him too well. Twenty minutes later my heart skipped a beat at my brother's booming voice from downstairs. "LeAnn!" I wasn't expecting such ferocity. After waiting for an answer that didn't come, he bounded up the stairs and barged into my room. "What the fuck?!" he bellowed, holding his phone six inches from my face. I froze, unable to speak. I knew he would be angry, but this was more than I even thought he was capable of. "I just—" "You've got boundary issues!" he spat. "How am I going to fix this?" "Don't!" I pleaded. "Don't tell her it was me! Just go with it." He flashed an infuriated look at me before dropping the phone and pouncing on me, completely taking me by surprise. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he asked contemptuously, knocking me flat on my back and straddling my body on the bed. "I just wanted to—" "You just wanted to fuck up my love life!" I tried to sit up but he quickly pinned my arms down with his knees. I felt panic flash through my veins as his angry weight settled onto me. I couldn't move. I was at his mercy. If he'd wanted me to feel remorse for meddling in his affairs he had succeeded with flying colors. I pleaded with my eyes because he wasn't listening to my voice. "What gives you the right to just pick up my phone and start texting people? It's fucking deviant, Lee!" I simply nodded my head. I was afraid to speak. His knees were bearing down on my upper arms, cutting off my circulation, and I started to struggle. It only incensed him further and he brought his face down to mine, further increasing the weight on my arms. "Answer me," he whispered angrily. "I'm sorry," I whispered back. "I don't know what got into me. I hate her, Jake." There. It was out. "Why?" he asked incredulously, his face mere inches from mine. He was sitting on my stomach, putting all his weight on his knees. His closeness to me was beginning to make me feel strangely comforted in my vulnerability. Jake would never hurt me. But he was sure acting like he would. Overcome by an unexpected need to protect my younger brother's heart, I kissed him gently on the cheek, despite the violent nature of our encounter. I spoke as gently as I could. "Because she doesn't love you," I said. The Truth About Jake He sat back up and looked at me for a long moment. "Yes, she does." Oh god, I thought to myself. This is going to be painful. I shook my head with sad eyes. "Jake—" "What the hell do you know?" he said with a sneer. "I know how she would treat you if she did." My hatred for Trina was beginning to soften into tenderness for Jake—tenderness that only someone who knew him as well as me could feel. "And how would she treat me?" he asked condescendingly. Suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, I choked back tears. "She would be...thinking about you all the time—the same way you always think about her." "How do you know she doesn't?" "She would touch you sometimes when you weren't expecting it." The sharp anger on his face began to soften. "She would whisper things to you that surprise you. She would kiss you uninvited. She would return the 'I love you's.'" His face elongated as the tension began to leave his body. He mercifully took his knees off my arms, freeing the constricted vessels to again deliver blood to my extremities. He remained on top of me, and I didn't attempt to escape. "How do you know she doesn't do all that?" he asked in more of an inquiring tone than contempt. "You're always indicating it—by the way you treat her, by the way you always need her validation." "Why do you even care?" God! He had me there. Why did I hate her so much? Who cares about Jake's' love life? I have my own problems; why the hell do I want to waste emotional energy on the happiness of a dweeb like my brother? I suddenly realized that my panties were wet. My crotch was drenched and I was getting wetter. My mind was focused on my brother's immovable weight constricting my chest, holding me in his power, dominating me with almost no effort. I reached out and touched his face. I gently caressed his cheek as I studied his pale green eyes. He was so....different now. He wasn't just good looking; he was more than that—sexy even. It wasn't what he was wearing. It wasn't his cute tousled hair. It wasn't even that I knew he had a firm body under that shirt. It was that he was sitting on top of me, completely in control, and casually wondering how to dispose of me, like an orca toying with a baby seal. I continued touching him, caressing his cheek with my thumb. I could do nothing else but answer his question. "Because you're my brother. And I love you." God! Just saying it made my clit get hard in my underwear. What was happening to me? "Are you going to hurt me?" I heard myself ask. He looked at me, confused, as if the question was asked in a foreign language. I gently tugged his face down. He responded by bending down toward me, allowing me to direct him with almost no physical effort. I brought his head all the way down so my mouth was near his ear. "I'm sorry," I pleaded in a high, thin voice. I kissed him gently on the cheek. "Please forgive me. I'll be good." I exhaled the remainder of my quivering breath into his ear. He pulled back slightly and looked at me, still a little confused. "I know you will," he said abruptly, still trying to hold on to that last bit of bitter anger, even though it was rapidly evaporating. "I promise," I whispered, gently turning his face toward mine. I kissed him—on the lips. The last time I'd kissed my brother on the lips I was six. "Why did you do that?" he asked. I didn't even know. I felt like he needed it. Although I did it for him, I suddenly felt like I needed to do it again—for me. "I'm just trying to be a good sister." He studied my face, no doubt trying to comprehend what was happening between us. He took my hands from his face and held them down on the bed. "It's about time you were a good sister," he said quietly, sternly. He held my gaze for a few seconds. The look in his eyes was different. I swallowed nervously and attempted to look away but my eyes were immediately drawn back to his. He scanned my torso and looked back at my face. What was he thinking? He let go of my hands and unbuttoned the top button of my shirt. I instinctively grabbed his wrists to stop him. He put my hands back down to the bed. "What are you doing?" I asked, a wisp of fear in my voice. "I'm not being a weenie," he stated. "Well, go 'not be a weenie' with somebody else!" Slowly, he slid his hands from my wrists along my arms and eventually across my breasts until they found the next button on my shirt. I'd like to say I shoved him off of me at this point, which is what I would have done to any man who was so bold as to think he could cop a feel without my consent. But Jake wasn't just any man. I let him unfasten two more buttons before I grabbed him again. "You...better not hurt me," I said in a tone that I'm sure was anything but assertive. I let go. God, I let him continue! I found myself wanting, needing him to get a thrill from seeing and touching me. I tried to remain indignant. "I hope you're enjoying yourself," I said sarcastically. He glanced at me with a brief glare as he reached the last button. Pushing my shirt apart, my naked upper body was revealed, save for the bra. His hands went to my breasts, feeling them over the silky fabric. My nipples immediately grew erect under his touch. To my consternation, I felt electricity travel from my nipples, up through my armpits and down my torso, straight to my clitoris. I'd been forcibly felt up before, but it never lasted more than a few seconds before I threw a fist, and it never got a physical reaction from me. He slid both hands off my bra and dug his fingertips underneath the bottom support wire, pushing the bra off of my breasts and up to my chest. The look on his face told me this wasn't something he was familiar with doing. He was genuinely turned on. His fingertips played with my nipples, coaxing them to rock-hard turgidity. As fearful as I was under his power, my libido was even stronger. My back arched off the bed in reaction to his erotic touch, although he took the response to be struggling. He put more of his weight on me. "What are you doing to me?" I asked in a poorly faked angry tone. My breasts are small, but not non-existent. They were clearly enough to turn Jake on, his unwavering gaze and audible breathing now betraying his arousal. He squeezed them and palmed my nipples, smashing them down to the areolas, getting a nice long feel. Looking down at his jeans, I could clearly see the outline of his erection. It was clearly much larger than I would have given him credit for. I couldn't remember ever being more turned on in my life! "LeAnn!" my mother yelled from downstairs. I gave a short breath with a start and looked at Jake. I felt as guilty as he looked, like we both had our hands in the cookie jar. He stared at me for a moment. "LeAnn!" my mother impatiently yelled again. Climbing off the bed, he released me from my captivity and backed away. "Yes?" I hollered down. "Help me with the groceries, honey!" Jake grabbed his phone off the floor and headed for his room. I sat up on the bed and let my head clear for a moment. Oh my god! What the fuck just happened? Did I really just experience an uncontrollable attraction to my brother? It was as though the veil shrouding his sex appeal had just been thrown off him, torn and shredded like a wet paper bag. I had no idea he was under there. And I got the feeling he still didn't know. After fixing my bra and buttoning my shirt up, I checked my hair in the mirror and ran down to help Mom with the groceries. "What's Jake doing?" she asked, pulling cans of soup from a bag. "Not helping," I said in a snarky tone. My panties were uncomfortably wet. I looked down once just to reassure myself I wasn't showing through. "Do you have any plans tonight?" she asked. "Not really," I answered truthfully. Just then Jake walked into the kitchen. "What about you, hon?" she asked him. "Apparently I'm going out tonight," he said very sarcastically. The tone was lost on Mom, but I secretly smiled to myself. "Where are you going?" Mom asked innocently. "Wherever Lee decides to take me," he answered, grabbing some frozen items and carrying them to the back porch freezer. "Aww," she said, looking at me. "Anything to keep him away from Trina," she whispered to me with a wink. "I'll do my best," I said quietly. Inside I was jumping for joy that he wanted to go out with me. Mom grabbed a bag full of shower gel and other toiletry items and headed for her bathroom. "You're crazy," Jake said to me, returning to the kitchen. "Why?" I asked. "I would never use the word 'whatevs.'" I had almost forgotten what I'd done with his phone. We both conveniently ignored what had just happened between us. "Did you tell her it wasn't you?" I asked, fearing the answer. "No." "Good! Don't." "She probably thinks I'm a jerk," he lamented. "Why, because you didn't beg her to be with you instead? Because you played it cool? Because you weren't your usual weenie-boy self?" "I know how to treat her; you don't. You were meddling." "Well, maybe she'll give you some respect now. You just need to be more confident in yourself." Jake looked at me for a long moment before grabbing a cookie out of the jar and heading back up to his room. I leaned back on the counter, feeling my face go flush from his extended eye contact. I was still reeling from the encounter upstairs in my room. He'd attacked me, maybe deservedly so. I'd never been so afraid of him—or so turned on. My brother never before "did it" for me—ever. He wasn't even my type. He was the kind of kid I would pity in school, not be attracted to. I was torn between my usual contempt for him and my sudden and unexplainable urge to please him, to make him feel like a man. There was no question he needed that from somebody. I felt my heart rate increase again just thinking about his body being on top of me, controlling me. It was so out of character for him. It was so out of character for me to tolerate such a thing. But it was more than just tolerable. It was much more. * * * "Turn here," I directed. "No, here!" "Okay!" Jake defended. "How about a little lead time?" "Okay, so it's one of these houses at the top of the hill," I said, ignoring his protest. "Do you think maybe this is slightly desperate and pathetic?" "No, it's extremely desperate and pathetic," I responded. "But desperate situations call for desperate measures. There's Katy's car! Park behind her." The houses on this end of campus all looked the same—once spacious and magnificent dwellings for well-to-do families were now low-rent student housing. Walls once adorned with paintings of still life and meandering streams now bore posters of guitar gods and sports heroes. Inside the house, the thump of a kick drum and the flashing and dancing beams of a band's stage lights told us this was the place. A bunch of kids in the back yard could be heard laughing at someone performing unnatural, inverted acts on a keg of beer. People were milling around out front, most with a beer in their right hand, some with a cigarette in their left. Katy had the hots for a soccer player that lived here, so I felt invited by proxy, not that a girl like me needs an invitation. We went to the back yard to look for Katy. I was immediately offered a beer by the guy that had just been doing the keg stand. He must have figured out Jake was my brother. Either that or he didn't care that I came with someone. Regardless, I took his beer. I didn't offer one to Jake. Even though I knew he drank sometimes, he was still my little brother; it just felt too weird. Jake nervously pulled me aside. "What am I supposed to do?" "Hang loose. Just be cool and try not to look like a high schooler. She'll show up. It's the only place to be tonight; every party will end up here." He looked around at the college kids talking in groups and drinking. He seemed fidgety. My evil plan of making Trina jealous by seeing him out with other people was going to fail if he stood there looking like the weenie that he was. I walked over to the keg and poured him a beer. "Here. Don't tell Mom I gave you this." He took the cup and smiled at me. A beer wouldn't hurt him. He needed to relax. To my surprise I watched him down the whole cup in less than five seconds. He went to the keg and filled it up again. "Okay, now I'm good," he announced. I shook my head in feigned disappointment and led him into the house in search of Katy. The band was covering The Cure—loudly and well. Katy stood talking to some dude which I assumed was the soccer player. "Why don't I know any of these songs?" she yelled to me as we approached. "Because your parents only listened to crap," I loudly answered back. She rolled her eyes at me. "This is Glenn," she said, introducing the tall guy next to her. "My parents pretty much only listened to Rick Springfield, so," he said in a heavy Australian accent as he offered his hand. "And probably Men at Work," I said, giving Glenn a flirty glance. "So what's Jake doing here?" Katy asked me discretely. "He's on a recon mission," I said cryptically. He caught us both looking at him and immediately looked self-conscious, shrugging his shoulders as if to say, "What?" "I may need you to do me a favor," I said to her, not looking away from Jake. "Sure," she answered without knowing what the favor would entail. "What?" she asked. "There's going to be a girl here that needs to catch Jake flirting with a hot little piece of ass. That would be you." There I went, meddling again. "You want me to flirt with your brother to make some girl jealous?" she asked, an evil smile creeping onto her lips. "Glenn won't mind, will he?" Katy shrugged with a smile. "Oh, well," she said in my ear. "Your brother's cuter." Her attention turned back to Glenn but my eyes stayed on Jake. I suddenly imagined feeling his hands on my breasts again, forcing a cheap feel from me. Why was I thinking about that? Why didn't I smack the shit out of him for doing that? I would have done that to any other guy. I shuddered silently, thinking about his hands on me. Someone had kicked the lights off and the only illumination in the big room was from the band's stage lighting. They had moved on to playing newer stuff, which definitely pleased Katy and my brother. They stood and chatted while I scanned the rapidly growing crowd for Trina. As if on cue, I spotted her and Anissa meandering toward the stage. Another guy followed them, and it wasn't Anissa's boyfriend. As they emerged from the crowd I could tell Trina was holding the guy's hand. I discreetly waved to Katy in order to get her attention. She looked at me and I gave her a head gesture toward Trina. Like a trained double agent, Katy took my brother's hand, interlocking fingers with him. She gently grabbed his head, pulling his ear to her lips and whispered something to him while standing unnecessarily close, eliciting a smile from Jake. She touched his firm abdomen and gently caressed it while she kept talking to him. I kept my eyes on Trina. She saw Jake. Yes! She saw the strange girl flirting with him. She stopped in her tracks and stared for a moment, dropping her date's hand and trying to assess what she was seeing. "Jake?" I watched her lips say. Jake and Katy turned toward Trina. I couldn't hear what Trina was saying, but her angry and confused expression said it all, as though castigating Jake for letting himself out of his cage without permission. "Hang tough, Jakey," I thought to myself. It looked like my evil plan was going to work. A few more words exchanged, and then Trina walked away. Perfect! But then to my despair, Jake pried himself away from Katy and followed after Trina. It was time to intervene before he did something stupid. I moved quickly to step into his path. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Get outta my way, LeAnn," he ordered sternly. "What did she say to you?" I asked. "Why the fuck do you want to know? You told Katy to do that didn't you? You're just screwing things up for me!" He moved to jostle past me in the crowd and I held his hand tight and pulled him back to me. "I'm trying to help you," I said. "I don't need your damned help; I need her to understand I'm not interested in Katy." I was so angry I nearly spit on the floor. "So what if you were?" I asked indignantly. Even though Trina had reacted exactly how I predicted, Jake was not going with the flow. This was Trina's out, her reason not to bother with him anymore. Jake was supposed to just let her go—to let Katy's flirting be his diversion. Katy had already treated him better in three minutes than Trina had in three months. He was such a moron. He turned to go again and I continued to hold his hand, gentler this time, barely holding on. If he wanted to go I wouldn't hold him back. To my surprise, he allowed me to restrain him. "Let me ask you something," he said, no longer shouting but loud enough for me to hear him over the music. I said nothing, but continued to look up at him expectantly. He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned down to me so I could hear him. "Why is this so important to you? You're on a mission, like you care or something. I'm just your brother; you don't have any stake in my love life. What gives?" The question was phrased more bluntly than I was prepared to deal with. I had believed my worries for him to be purely sibling care and concern. I thought I was just keeping him straight, because he needed a watchful eye. But standing there in the crowd, holding his hand, feeling foolish for having manipulated the situation, I couldn't deny that I had an ulterior motive. I floundered with my words. "Jake, you're just...boys like you are...I don't want you to..." I could feel my face getting flush. I paused for a moment. He squeezed my hand and prompted me to continue. "You don't want me to what?" I was at a crossroads. I was hiding my true feelings from both of us. What the fuck was I doing? I had to face facts. I was jealous. I was insanely jealous of Trina! She had him stepping on his own dignity to gain enough traction to keep her interested in him and it was killing me! She wasn't worth a single hair on his beautiful head. I could treat him so much better. I chastised myself for conjuring such a ridiculous notion. "I...don't want you to...lose your sense of self-worth." He cocked his head sideways and gave me a confused look. I knew I wasn't being clear. In a desperate move I urgently pulled him by the hand through the crowd in the opposite direction of Trina into an adjacent room. I paused to talk but it was still too noisy. I saw the staircase and went for it, hoping the house's residents didn't see us heading up to their private area. At the top of the stairs I found a short hallway and several doors, one of which was ajar. Pulling him into the room, I closed the door and leaned against it, gathering my thoughts. We were in some dude's bedroom. A single lamp on the nightstand barely illuminated the walls. "Okay," I began guiltily. "What I'm trying to say to you is, you're so much more..." Oh god, I thought to myself. Here it comes, whether I stop myself or not. The words tumbled out in a kind of slow-motion, multi-car pileup of unintended truths, suddenly exposing my naked vulnerability to him. "You're so sexy, Jake. You're way hotter than she deserves. Shit, you'd be better off trying to get in my pants; at least I'd know how to treat you." I felt a shortness of breath as I finished the revelation. I had never felt so mortified and relieved at the same time. "Lee?" he uttered in disbelief. "Oh god," I mumbled under my breath. I stood there and tried to comprehend the Pandora's Box I had just flung open, already formulating a damage control plan. The Truth About Jake "I mean, damn," I said coolly. "It doesn't take a rocket a scientist to figure out that women find you attractive." I couldn't tell if that made it better or worse. "So, you're attracted to me, and that gives you a license to fuck with my love life?" "I never said I'm attracted to you; I'm just saying you're attractive." "What the hell's the difference?" he laughed, defiantly crossing his arms. Goddammit why was he being a douche? I lost my temper. "You know what? Do whatever you want. You probably deserve the little cunt!" Ouch. I bit my lip in self-reprimand. I shouldn't have reacted so harshly, but I was already regretting my self-revealing admission and the frustration just burst out. I turned and opened the door to leave and Jake abruptly put his hand on it, slamming it hard and holding it shut. I stood for a moment with my back to him. He was audibly unsettled and his breathing had gotten heavy. "Turn around," he said. I refused, my feet firmly planted and my hand on the door knob. He put a hand on my shoulder and turned me around, pressing me back against the door. "Look at me." I slowly, reluctantly looked up to his eyes. He was rousted by my bluntness. Even in the dimly lit room I could see the fire in his eyes. My shoulders slumped in an effort to satiate him. I was visibly regretting my harsh comment. "I'm sorry—" I tried to spit out. "Don't be," he interrupted, almost before I said it. I felt the tears well up in my eyes. Anger and frustration were combining with guilty love and affection to form a twisted amalgam of emotions that threatened to make me do worse things than just shoot my mouth off. I continued to look into his eyes, which appeared unchanged. It seemed that the further I pulled him away from Trina, both physically and emotionally, the more attractive he got. I was meddling, manipulating—controlling his will without his knowledge, but I was really putting the power in his hands. And I think he liked the power that had been so meticulously and surreptitiously bestowed upon him. He put his other hand on the door, trapping me between his arms, and leaned forward, nearly down to my eye level. I could feel my body shaking and hoped he couldn't tell. I was suddenly feeling the same simultaneous arousal and trepidation I had felt in my room earlier. I imagined his hands on my breasts, how he just grabbed me without my consent. I found myself wishing he'd do it again. I felt so dirty trapped against the door, my mind conjuring inappropriate images and thoughts that no girl should have about her brother. I wiped a tear off my cheek and waited for him to dole out his harsh rebuke. "You're right," he said. That wasn't what I expected to hear. "What do you mean?" I asked. "She is a cunt." "I'm sorry, Jake, I don't mean to disresp—" I was interrupted by his lips pressing against mine. I recoiled with surprise, nearly banging my head on the door. As I pulled back, he advanced, keeping his lips gently on mine. Feeling his sudden intimate presence on my mouth was both shocking and arousing. I just stood there, not doing anything, inhaling his breath. "How would you treat me?" he whispered against my lips. Oh god. The very question was enough to start my juices flowing. I took a quivering breath and tried to make sense of what was happening. I couldn't speak. I could barely get air. I wasn't expecting tender warmth to be forced on me; this wasn't the Jake I knew. But I liked the new Jake—a lot. It wasn't a question of whether I would accept his advances. I truly don't think I had a choice—not that he was going to take me against my will, but rather my will was completely dissolved under his masculine spell. I had brought him up there to talk, but now all I wanted to do was love him, like my prime directive had suddenly shifted to providing Jake what he'd been lacking his whole life—real affection. I was helpless and unwilling to resist, trapped between his arms and the door, the world on the other side of it suddenly irrelevant. I instinctively cupped his face in my hands. Jake and I, through no deliberate plan or intention of our own, suddenly found ourselves in the throes of a sibling open-mouthed kiss. My little brother, the guy who would tolerate girls ignoring him for weeks at a time just for the privilege of being their second choice, was suddenly declaring himself my alpha male. His confident hands on my shoulders were telling me, not asking me, to kiss him back. I wanted, needed to feel his tongue. I ventured into his mouth and quickly found he was thinking the same thing. It certainly had never occurred to me before to kiss him like a lover, but now that it was happening, it seemed as natural as any kiss I'd ever given. But I wasn't expecting it to be so powerful. How could Trina have resisted this? How could any girl resist? Was he not the same Jake to them as he was to me right now? I'd kissed lots of guys, but nobody had ever made me unsure if I would be able to remain standing on my own two legs. What the hell was happening? His sweet breath, his sensual touch, the way he caressed my tongue just the right way, the way he had me trapped against the door, all conveyed to me clearly and concisely that he owned me. Never mind how much bigger he was, or stronger. And his possession of me was more than just physical. I wondered if he even knew what he was capable of. As if to ward off my imminent collapse, he pressed his body into mine, pinning me against the door while he kissed me, helping my weakened knees to support my weight. His right hand found the lock button on the door knob and pressed it, sealing us inside. The click of that button may as well have been the switch to my libido. My hazy mind suddenly became very clear. Jake wanted something from me and he was about to take it, and oh my god was I ready to give it! I felt as though I didn't even have a say in the matter. "I would treat you better," I hoarsely whispered. At that moment I wanted to treat him better than any girl ever had. I kissed down to his chin, and then to his neck, simply wanting to touch my mouth to every part of his body, tasting him as a delicacy, finer than burgundy wine. He pressed into me harder, spurred on by the warm wetness of my mouth on his tender skin. I felt his erection press against me, applying pressure to my swollen, wet valley. I tried to spread my legs as my hips involuntarily bucked against him. In our standing position I found myself literally climbing onto him to give him access to me. I felt my feet leave the floor as he picked up my small frame by my legs and wedged himself between them, grinding against me, rubbing his hard cock against my pussy, pinning my back ever more firmly against the door, kissing me, controlling me, loving me. I hugged him to me, putting some weight on his shoulders with my elbows. He rhythmically thrust his hips, stroking his bound up shaft along my valley, blessedly stimulating my clit on each upstroke. I know my breathing was getting very heavy at the sudden sexual stimulation. He stopped kissing me for a brief moment and looked me squarely in the eyes. I had a feeling he was surprised I was enjoying it. But his expression wasn't surprise. The look in his eyes was what can only be described as adoration. In that fleeting moment under his gaze I felt more beautiful than I ever had in my life. My eyes felt pretty. My nose was cute. My hair felt suddenly and magically restyled. This was the Jake that Trina so casually disregarded. As if I wasn't already willing to give myself to him, he was still convincing me with his eyes. In that moment it became suddenly and assuredly clear that my brother was an amazing lover. He wasn't the weenie boy that couldn't last a minute inside a loose slut at a party; he wasn't the servile toadie that Trina or any other girl thought they were using. They didn't know him. Only I knew him. I glanced at the bed. I didn't even know to whom it belonged. I didn't care. He saw my eyes looking behind him and knew what I was thinking. We both paused for a second, each assessing the weight of this moment. My pussy was a sopping mess inside my panties and there stood an empty bed inside this locked room. I looked back at him. I watched him swallow nervously. The deadened clink of the locked door knob being tried on the other side, and then a furious pounding brought us both back to reality with obnoxious clarity. "Who's in my room?" came a familiar Aussie accent. We continued to look at each other for an eternal few seconds. The magic was gone. Jake let me slide down until my feet touched the floor. I grabbed the knob and opened it. "Sorry for locking you out," my brother said confidently. "We were just needing a quiet place to talk." "Oh! Right, no problem," said Glenn, almost apologetically. Katy shuffled behind him, fidgeting with her fingertips. She gave a sheepish grin to each of us. I smiled back, hoping the guilt pulsing in my head was not being expressed on my face. "She left," Katy whispered to me. I nodded and glanced at Jake. We both gave awkward smiles to them as we left. Neither of us felt a need to stay at the party any longer. "The band was pretty good," Jake observed as his car wound its way through the one-way streets back toward the highway. We didn't speak a word of what had just transpired between us; we were a normal brother and sister. "What do you know about eighties alternative bands?" I scoffed. "I like the hair," he stated simply. "That was a good party," I said nonchalantly. "Yeah." We drove in silence for several minutes. "Katy's kind of slutty," he finally said. I laughed to myself. He had a good read on her, even though he didn't really know her. "What did she say to you?" I asked. "She said too bad I had a girlfriend because we could have a lot more fun at that party." "Oh my god, that slut!" I blurted out. Jake gave an evil laugh. "You told her to say that, didn't you?" "Hell no! I told her to flirt with you, not hit on you!" "Whatever. Girls don't talk that way to me. Just sayin'" "I swear I just told her to flirt with you." It was a sign. He had already begun to shed his backward persona. He doubled his sexual vibe in a nanosecond. Katy's reaction to him was evidence enough. I felt like touching his leg right there in the car, but of course, I kept my hands to myself. For the next few weeks Jake and I avoided any mention of what had happened that day. I worked long hours at the restaurant and only saw him a little in the mornings before school and sometimes late at night. The meddling part of me desperately wanted to get my paws on his phone again to see what was happening with Trina, but that would be impossible now. He wouldn't make the mistake of leaving his phone around for me to peruse again. It was too bad I had betrayed his trust, but at least something good came out of it. Or so I thought. It was prom weekend—that simultaneously elegant and awkward formal rite of passage where the beautiful and desired are sharply contrasted with the supposed unpolished and dateless. Jake had put all his eggs in one basket and had tolerated the wait for Trina's decision like a college football coach waits to see if he gets his star freshman quarterback. She finally agreed to go to prom with him when Scott, the guy she wanted to go with, backslid to his girlfriend the week before. Lacking the wisdom or self-respect to be angry about being second fiddle, Jake happily took Trina to prom, complete with a box of chocolates and a rented convertible 5.0 liter Mustang—nothing but the best for his dear Trina! I must say they looked stunning together, color coordinated at Jake's insistence, the two of them with dark hair and beautiful tanned skin. Even his green eyes complimented her dress. I stood watching the photos being taken with a fake smile and a queasy stomach. There was a marked change in my brother's personality lately. Perhaps it wasn't noticeable by many; I doubt even Mom detected it. But to me he was clearly a changed man. There was a swagger to his walk that never existed before. I could hear it in his voice when he said "Hey" to me in the mornings. It wasn't that he treated me any differently; it was simply an overall change in his tone. In my efforts to boost his confidence and make him more appealing, I had inadvertently created a slight problem for Trina. She could no longer ignore him for days at a time. Girls were talking to him. A couple of them were texting him on his phone every day. He was no longer the toy she could keep in her trunk, only getting him out to play when she was bored. He was now needing the attention that a real girlfriend provides, else he would possibly stray. I should have been pleased with the product of my efforts. He was happy and confident. He was oh so attractive these days. I had taken to kissing him on the cheek in the mornings before school, not only to show him love; I just liked touching him and smelling him, if only for a brief moment. I was smitten and I had to admit it. But now he was infatuated with Trina worse than ever. I had created a monster. Mom and I both sighed as we watched the green Mustang pull out with the beautiful couple, driving off into the sunset to the prom, commiserating our dismay at Jake's obsession with Trina, even if for different reasons. "Too bad she couldn't hook up with Scott," my mom said, her arms still crossed in the driveway. "How did you know about that?" I asked. I was genuinely impressed with her sentience of current relationships. "I check his phone," she mumbled quietly. I slapped her across the shoulder, my mouth hanging open in feigned judgment. Well, at least I wasn't the only one that was invading his privacy for his own good. "Say goodbye to Walsh," she lamented, turning to head for the house. God, I hadn't even thought about that lately. It was yet another twist of the Trina knife in both our sides. Later that night I retreated to my room to do some reading and think about anything other than Trina and her trophy date at prom. Jake was actually better looking than Scott, so she should have been pleased how things turned out for her. But of course she had no appreciation for Jake's sexy sweetness, only his convenience. I would like to say that I trudged on in my attempt to lure my brother away from Trina—that I doubled my efforts in improving his confidence and making him aware of his total hotness. I'd like to say that I triumphed in pulling him out of Trina's tractor beam, setting him free from her indifferent mastery over him, clearing his mind to make rational decisions, like going to the college our mom so desperately wanted him to attend. I'd like to say 'Mission accomplished, LeAnn.' But I can't. The story of my efforts to help him ends here. It was a lost cause. What else could I do? I had overstepped my bounds by snooping on his phone and sending fake messages, I'd tried putting him in situations that would allow him to walk away from her, I had succeeded in making him irresistibly attractive. Hell, we almost had sex as a result of this little escapade! I had pushed it to the limits. And yet he continued, and would always continue, to slither back to her. I could recognize futility when it was staring me in the face. So I began to drift off to sleep in my bed, book on my chest, a lump in my throat. Jake was out with the girl he loved on a very special night and I was foolish for feeling bitter. Tomorrow would be the day I began worrying about something other than my brother's love life. I had my own life to live and I was done with this pathetic rescue attempt. And that's exactly how this story would end except for the life-changing text message from Katy that aroused me from my slumber. "I'm picking you up in five." "Why?" I replied. "Just be ready. Wear a bikini." What the fuck? She was a little crazy. The last time I let Katy take me out without an explanation I woke up with a scorpion tattoo on my left thigh. Fortunately, it was a henna tattoo so I only had to live with it for a few weeks, but it was definitely a warning sign about putting too much trust in Katy. "Ok," I replied, against my better judgment. I sighed and looked at the ceiling for a moment. Katy could be a lot of fun, but damn, she was unpredictable. I threw on some short shorts and a spaghetti strap top over my pink bikini and pulled back my hair. She didn't tell me where we were going, so I figured I didn't need to prepare for a dinner date. "This better be good," I warned as I fell into the passenger seat of her car. "Where are we going?" "Trina's," she said matter-of-factly. "What? Why?" "You remember Dalton?" "Yeah, of course. He's friends with Jake." Dalton was a total hottie. It started to become clear what Katy was up to. "He's been texting me from prom all night," she said. "He and his buddy Brent went without dates." "Lemme guess," I began with a fake condescending tone. "Dalton's gonna get himself a hot college girl tonight and his buddy needs a date too." "They're both hot!" she sang melodically. "Don't you think they're gay?" "Not after what Dalton's been saying to me tonight." "I don't chase high school boys," I declared. "Don't be such a bump on a log," she chastised. This wouldn't be the first time I played wingman for Katy. I didn't mind it so much, but I wish it wasn't going to be where I'd see Jake and Trina. I'd prefer not to have to watch them together. But her house was the ideal place for after prom, complete with heated pool and a huge pool house. Cars lined the street outside Trina's house. Katy found a place to park two blocks away and we flip-flopped down the sidewalk toward the party on a warm late spring evening. As we approached the house, a girl came out, half running, tears streaming down her face. She barely acknowledged our presence as she pushed past us. "Looks like a fun party," I observed, being a smartass. "That was Scott's girlfriend," Katy said. "Oh," I said, suddenly interested. "I guess the backslide didn't take. She was the reason Scott didn't take Trina to prom." "Is that going to mean trouble for Jake?" Katy asked, concerned. "Well, I guess we'll find out just how much of a shallow cunt Trina is." "Easy, babe! Tell me how you really feel about her!" Ooh, that was a little sharp. I didn't realize I'd said it out loud. "Sorry," I said. "I just don't want to see Jake's heart get broken." "Pfft," she scolded. "Jake could have any girl in there!" "Yeah, but he doesn't know that." "God, maybe I should let him know," she said dreamily. "There's something about your brother lately, Lee." "What about Dalton?" "Oh, right," she said, shaking off a no-doubt naughty thought of my brother. "After you, Miss." Katy held the gate for me and we walked around back toward the pool and the noise. I immediately spotted Jake and Trina talking in a group of friends. Katy made a beeline for Dalton, and I followed her. I felt like a predator, cruising high school boys at an after prom, even if they were only a year or two younger than me. Brent was there and smiled when he saw me. We engaged in some light chit chat while the boys filled us in on how lame prom had been. They were all standing around in their swim trunks and wet hair, looking extremely hot and most likely horny. At one point I caught Jake's eye while he stood in his circle of friends. He gave me a puzzled look and shrugged his shoulders at me, as if to say, "What the hell are you doing here?" I shrugged back, pointing to Katy. He had to know this wasn't my doing. He smiled and shook his head before rejoining the conversation. He had his street clothes on and I could tell he hadn't been in the pool. The Truth About Jake Dalton grabbed some beers from a hidden cooler and handed Katy and I each a bottle. We talked awhile and Katy flirted with Dalton like they were old friends. Brent was obviously into me and asked me twice if I was seeing anyone. I didn't give him any hints that I was interested. He was cute and all, but I wasn't feeling it. I stood close to him and made small talk, letting him touch me some, just being friendly. But my eye kept wandering over to Jake. I caught him glancing my way on occasion. He wasn't smiling whenever he looked at me. He didn't look angry, just—very serious. By the end of my second beer I wasn't minding Brent standing so close to me. He kept whispering in my ear about how nice my ass looked in my shorts. I resisted the urge to touch his chest. I really wasn't into him, but he was hot! It was fun. He was pretty sure he was going to get somewhere with me. It was obvious Katy and Dalton were hooking up, as they couldn't keep their hands off each other. I got the feeling that every time Brent touched me my brother was watching. I played a little game. I watched my brother as I put a hand on Brent's back. Sure enough, he looked at me. This time he kept his gaze on me. He wasn't looking at me in a friendly way, or in a hostile way. He was just watching. It was the kind of gaze that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I couldn't look away. I didn't want to. "Don't you think, LeAnn?" Katy asked, reeling me back to reality. "Huh? Oh, yeah," I said, vaguely aware of the conversation. I tried to be friendly but Jake's gaze had me completely disengaged from them. I noticed at some point that Trina was gone. After twenty minutes or so it seemed like she wasn't coming back. A light bulb came on in my head and I scanned the crowd for Scott. He was gone too. Where were they? Jake didn't seem too concerned about it; he wasn't looking around for them. He was just looking at me. Word spread about a club in town that was admitting 18-year-olds tonight only and the crowd began to thin. As the after prom party moved on to the next venue we decided to sit down on the recently vacated patio furniture. Brent sat down before I could and pulled me onto his lap. I went with it; we were kind of having fun. The music was loud, the smell of chlorine in the air was intoxicating me with the promise of the return of summertime as well as the almost imperceptible aroma of raw sex. I leaned back on Brent and felt his breath on my neck. Right on cue his tenting shorts began to protrude into my ass. I watched Jake continually while Brent subtly wiggled his hips under my ass, his hands on my waist. I was getting turned on. But it wasn't the bump on Brent's lap that was doing it for me, it was my damned brother! It was as though he could sense my arousal from across the pool. It was as though he knew I could end up going home with Brent, but he wasn't going to allow it. I could see it in his eyes. And all I could think about at that moment was making him happy. The group he had been hanging out with most of the night finally disbanded and he made his way over to our little party on the patio. As he sat down on an adjacent love seat I extricated myself from Brent's lap and slid next to Jake. I could see Brent out of the corner of my eye grab a pillow and casually toss it on his lap. "Where's Trina?" I asked. I was dying to know. "I don't know," he said without emotion. "Not much of a party host, is she? So, are we enjoying ourselves, slumming with the high schoolers?" "Katy's gonna get laid," I giggled softly into his ear. She and Dalton were making a poor attempt at being discreet with their kissing. "And what about you?" he asked, his eyes glancing Brent's way. "You mean with chubmaster over there? Nah; we're just having a little fun. I'm glad you came over; I was afraid he was gonna spooge in his pants." Jake laughed. "Brent was working every available girl at the party before you got here." "Doesn't surprise me. So, Jake," I began cautiously. "You realize Scott disappeared coincidentally the same time that Trina did?" "I understand," he confirmed. "But I don't think it's a coincidence." Now I was surprised. He was way too indifferent about this. "Why not?" I asked. "They've been flirting all night. It got so bad that Scott's girlfriend confronted him about it right here at the pool in front of everybody. Made a bit of a scene." "We saw her leave. So, wait a minute. Aren't you upset?" Jake shrugged apathetically. "Prom's over." "Yeah, but I thought you were—" "I was. I'm over it now. I told her to go find Scott; we needed to move on." I could feel my eyebrows involuntarily raise. I awkwardly cleared my throat. "Good for you. Can I ask you something? Why the change of heart?" "Can I ask you something? What are your plans with 'chubmaster' tonight?" "I told you; we're just having some fun. Why?" I leaned in close to him and spoke playfully. "Are you jealous?" "I just think you can do better." "Oh! Listen to you, judging my choice of dates!" "Hey, I'm a free agent now; I can judge however I want." "Well, look at his chest. He totally works out," I said, admiring Brent's masculine physique. "It's because he has a small dick," he whispered in my ear. "And so what do you do?" I asked, an evil grin curling my lips. "I behave as though I have a big dick," he rebuked confidently. Jake had never sounded so sure of himself. The familiar wet feeling I was getting used to experiencing around him came on in a torrent. It was all I could do to keep from sliding my hand up his muscular thigh. I squeezed my legs together and put my hand behind his head, giving him a subtle flick of his hair with my fingernails. I sincerely tried not to touch him, but that was the best I could do. Katy and Dalton had been whispering to themselves and she got up and came over to the loveseat, half sitting on my lap. She spoke in my ear. "If I bail on you will you have a ride home?" "No worries," I told her. Then I spoke loudly so Brent could hear. "I'll catch a ride with my brother." I could almost hear the wind leave Brent's sails. Dalton was leaving with Katy and the last available girl had just ditched him, opting for a ride with her brother. I felt kind of bad; he'd been working hard all night. But I didn't feel too bad, considering he'd have left with any girl who would get in his car. "Okay, sweetie," said Katy. "Bye, Jake!" she said, looking at him over her shoulder. Even on her way to get laid she was still flirting with my brother. Brent stood up and made a last-ditch attempt to keep me on the hook. "Are you sure I can't give you a ride home?" "I'll take care of her," Jake interjected confidently. Brent snatched his shirt off the coffee table and walked away without putting it on. We both watched him walk through the gate and out to the street. Jake and I found ourselves alone by the pool. "Did I ruin your shot at getting laid?" he asked. "As a matter of fact, you did." "I did your reputation a favor." "Thanks, but my reputation does just fine without your help." I immediately pulled my shirt over my head and threw it at him. "What are you doing?" he asked. "What does it look like I'm doing?" I kicked my flip flops onto the concrete and stood up. I loved the bikini I had worn. My small breasts looked perfectly formed in this top. I knew he was looking at them. I stood up and looked at him for a moment. I was wanting him to watch me. I suddenly became very aroused at having Jake's eyes on me. I slowly unbuttoned my shorts in a secret seduction. I didn't look at him so he wouldn't think I was doing it for him on purpose. Pushing them over my ass, I slowly bent down and slithered my shorts to my ankles before stepping out. I took a deep quiet breath and walked toward the pool. My itsy bikini bottom was showing more cheek than it covered at that moment, making me feel like possibly the sexiest girl Jake had ever seen, at least that's what I hoped he was seeing. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I walked away. Why was I enjoying this so much? I had teased boys before, but this was on a whole new plane of arousal. It was wrong and I knew it. I turned down the music before heading for the diving board. I dove in head-first. "So you never answered my question," I shouted from the deep end. "About what?" "About your sudden change of heart with Trina." "Let's just say I saw something I liked better." "Oh really?" I snapped back. Jesus, I could almost taste the innuendo. "But I can't have her, so I'm screwed either way." "Aww, that's too bad." I swam over to the side closest to him and put my elbows on the edge of the pool. "Why don't you get in?" He waved his hands around himself as if to display his clothing, which wasn't pool attire. "Ah, just take it off! There's nobody here but me," I said. "I'm glad you didn't go home with Brent." "Did you really think I was going to?" I asked. "You looked like you were." "Why, Jakey! Do I detect a note of jealousy in that comment?" "Just looking out for my sis," he defended. "It's good to know I have a brother who cares about my chastity so much," I said in a ridiculously sarcastic tone. "Are you gonna get in?" "I told you I don't have swim trunks." "You don't need swimwear!" "Oh yeah?" he said. "Take yours off then!" It was the naughtiest suggestion I'd ever heard come out of my brother's mouth. "If I do, will you get in?" The slightest grin crept across his face as he sat and waited. The thought of being naked in that pool suddenly overwhelmed my sense of decency and sent my libido into overdrive. I subtly reached down with one hand and worked my bottoms off my hips, pulling them down and off my legs. I proudly held up the pink garment for him to see. "Oh my god," he gasped. I didn't stop there. I reached behind my back and pulled the string, allowing my top to float up, still around my neck. I slipped it over my head and held out both hands, each holding half of my attire. I was completely naked, although neck deep in the water. He'd been called out; he had no choice now. Jake gave a nervous sigh and stood up to look around. He pulled his shirt off and threw it on the coffee table. He reached for the button of his shorts and then looked at me. I have to admit he had my total attention. I must have licked my lips when I thought of where his cute little happy trail led to inside his shorts. He twirled his finger in the air. "Oh, whatever!" I said and reluctantly turned around to avert my eyes. As much as I wanted to see my brother naked, I wasn't going to let on that I did. I was tempted to turn around and steal a look, but I was a good girl for him. Ten seconds later, water splashed over my head. He startled me when he momentarily grabbed my ankles as he swam underneath me, on his way to the other side of the pool. He emerged and grabbed the side. For a few seconds we just casually looked at each other. A delicious, awkward silence descended on the pool and I just floated there, reveling in my nakedness, my nipples rock hard in the nervous water. What was he thinking? Was this just casual to him? Was he thinking about what happened between us? Did he want to forget about it? "So, what did you see that was good enough to tear you away from Trina?" He sunk below the surface and began to swim toward me underwater. I was immediately aware that I was naked in front of him, despite the fact that his vision would be obscured. I was compelled to futilely attempt to cover myself with my hands, but instead I swam past him in the opposite direction and assumed the spot he'd just vacated, so we were once again on opposite sides of the pool. He surfaced and looked around for me. "I told you, I couldn't have her." "Why can't you have her?" I asked. "Because it would be wrong." "So why let go of Trina?" He put his elbows back on the edge of the pool and smiled confidently at me. "Someone told me there were better fish in the sea." "Hmm," I nodded, and began treading water toward him. "And would this someone be the same fish you can't have?" He nodded. "But you still want that fish anyway?" He nodded again, very slowly and seriously this time. The lights suddenly went out, leaving us in darkness except for the faint, cold illumination of a half-moon. Mere words cannot convey the quiver I felt in my womb at that moment. I couldn't see him, but I kept treading water in his last known direction. As I approached his side of the pool, a scurrying sound on the concrete got my attention. "Dutch!" a man's voice boomed from the house. I looked around to try and understand what the commotion was about. "Dutch!" he yelled again. "Hey, Dutch!" Jake whispered to a small silhouette of a dog pacing back and forth alongside the pool. The man's voice called out twice more. The dog didn't respond since there was somebody far more interesting in the pool than what was inside the house. The man stood there for a moment before finally acknowledging, "Stupid dog." The sliding door opened further and slippered footsteps could be heard on the deck. I found Jake's arm in the darkness. "He's coming!" I whispered in his ear. In a panic, I tried to put my bikini top on, hurriedly, sloppily tying it in the back, and in the process let go my bottoms. By the time I realized I had dropped my panties, they were on their way to the bottom of the pool. I cowered behind my brother as the man's figure approached. "Dutch, what the hell?" he called before seeing the faint outline of our heads in the water. "Oh! I'm sorry for killing the lights; I didn't know anyone was still here." "It's okay, Mr. Dennison," Jake said. "We didn't follow the rest of the party uptown." "Oh, hey, Jake! Is Trina with you?" "No, this is my sister, LeAnn. We were just taking a dip before we went home." He couldn't see us. I relaxed a little, but stayed behind Jake. I put my hands on his naked hips and very slowly drew myself close to him while they talked. "Nice night for prom," Trina's dad noted. "Everything go okay?" "Oh yeah, it was great! The theme was 'Winter Wonderland.' So, of course the pool was the perfect after prom." My bikini top was barely tied and floated off my breasts, so I stayed close behind Jake to keep from being seen. I had drawn myself so close to him that my nipples were just touching his back. I rubbed them on him gently while we floated, bringing my hips close to his body. "Where's Trina?" he asked. "I'm not sure," my brother said honestly. "She left too." "Oh." He seemed a little confused. "I thought they'd all be here later than this." "Me too, but the Glass Cactus lowered its admission age to 18 tonight." "I see. Clubs aren't your thing, huh?" "No," Jake answered, probably truthfully. My eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness and I could almost see the man's face in the dim moonlight. I hoped his eyes were taking longer to adjust than mine, or else he was going to get a surprise if he looked closely at us. I was now touching Jake's body full-on. I held his hips firmly as I pressed my pussy against his bare ass. I didn't know what Jake thought about my secret little activity, but I was unable to stop myself. I had an aching need to put my arms around him, but I willed my hands to stay right there on his hips, holding him still while I slowly rubbed my clit on his ass. It felt unbelievably, deliciously naughty to be doing that to my brother, especially with Trina's dad standing right there! "Well, how do you like the Tigers' chances this year?" Mr. Dennison asked Jake. Oh god, I thought to myself. This isn't the time for sports small talk! My brother could talk baseball all day. I was getting very anxious again. "I think they got a shot," Jake responded. "As long as Verlander can stay healthy." I rocked my hips a little faster, palming his hips even firmer to keep my upper body still. He carried on with Trina's dad like nothing was happening. "Don't put in for playoff tickets quite yet." "They're due," said Mr. Dennison. "Well, you kids stay as long as you want; I'm going to bed. I'll turn the lights back on for you." "No!" we both said in unison. "We just mean it's nice under the moonlight," my brother said, smoothing over our overzealous response. "Okay then," he said. "See ya, LeAnn." "Bye, Mr. Dennison," I said, trying to be as cool as Jake. "Dutch!" he said. "C'mon, Dutch!" The dog reluctantly turned tail to us and followed his master back toward the house. Mr. Dennison wasn't yet halfway to the house when Jake spun around and grabbed my waist, twisting me around and shoving me against the side of the pool. "Do you know what you're doing to me?" "Are you mad?" I asked. He shook his head. "I want to be a good girl for you," I said. God, the sound of my voice turning submissive to him almost made me come right there in the pool. I was ready to be taken. "There are a lot of fish in the sea, Jake, but only one will treat you like I will." I spread my legs and allowed his body to nuzzle right up to me. I was his. I wanted him to take me. I needed to feel his cock inside me. "I'm gonna fuck you," he announced, kissing me gently on the lips. I could only nod my consent as I felt him slip the head of his hard cock between my labia and caress my clitoris with the tip. I whispered, "Fuck me," on his lips before I kissed him deeply. I raised my legs up a little to encourage him and then he did it. He slipped his hard cock into me, into his sister. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him hard as he buried himself all the way inside my swollen pussy. "God yes," I whispered to him. I squeezed his neck and took a quivering breath in his ear as my body absorbed the pain of entry. He fucked me slowly, just the way I would picture Jake making love, easing his lover onto his girth. "I need you," I whispered breathlessly in his ear. I couldn't believe it was happening! I put my heels on his ass and helped him push into me, gently, slowly while I accepted his tongue into my mouth. My brother was born a lover. I had no doubt of that as he worked into me gently, caringly, but insistently. He needed me and I was totally there for him. "I know," he said, cupping my breast in his hand. My hard nipple felt the squeeze of his fingers and the other responded with an aching need to be equally fondled. As if responding to my thoughts, he pulled the bikini top off me and discarded it in the water, then got a feel of the other breast, fucking me, kissing me. My vision was adjusting to the moonlight and I could make out Jake's beautiful eyes. He was looking at me while he fucked into me. I gazed back at him until I could take it no longer. I thought my heart would burst! He said he was going to fuck me, but he was doing so much more than that! "Look at me," he said. God, it almost hurt! His eyes were concentrated on me, forcing me to accept affection that had been pent up inside him his whole life. I had to take his love; I had no choice. It was my duty to love him like he deserved. "I love you, baby," came the tender words from my mouth. God, I meant it! I'd always loved him, but this consummation was proof that I not only loved him, but I needed him to know how much. My pussy finally adjusted to his size and I was ready to take him like he needed to give it, but we needed to move out of the deep water. I broke free from him and swam rapidly toward the shallow end. I made it to the steps and sat down in 6 inches of water. He was following close behind me and got on his feet in the shallow water, walking up to me, his huge, beautiful cock standing at attention. The Truth About Jake My mouth must have been hanging open as he approached. I could hardly believe my naked brother's manhood! "Remember what I said about treating you better?" I asked. "Yes," he said. He understood my meaning and brought his cock to my lips. I grasped the shaft and looked into his beautiful eyes. I tasted him lovingly, sucking the head while I jacked him. "Did Trina ever do this for you?" I asked him in the most caring slutty voice I could muster. He shook his head slowly. I would have bet money no girl had ever done it for him. Well, this girl was going to. I was no expert, but I took him as deep as I could. I knew guys seemed to like being gazed at while they were being sucked, so I looked up at him like a good sister. "Is that good?" I asked, pulling out to control my gag response. "Best I ever had," he joked. "My pussy's so wet," I said. "You're in the pool." "Smartass," I said and lay back on the steps. Jake stood there watching me, his erect cock needing to find me again. I loved his eyes on me! I began my subtle seduction by grabbing onto the stainless steel rail over my head and slowly spreading my legs. I was a little self-conscious about my pussy. I never used to shave, but Katy had talked me into it. "It's what all guys want," she had said. I wasn't so sure. I spread my legs for Jake, hanging onto that rail, my hairless pussy, pink and wet inside from having been briefly fucked, beckoning him to fuck me some more. I spread my legs so wide that my lips began to gape, hoping that Jake would like what he was seeing. Just watching his eyes on me made the volume of clear fluid inside my pussy immediately double. He sunk to his knees without saying a word, the surface of the water lapping against his muscular thighs, his hard cock still throbbing from being inside me. My pussy quivered at the thought of having Jake on top of me. I touched his narrow hip with one hand while I continued hanging on to the rail above me with the other. My hand slid around to his ass as he got between my legs, and I pulled him into me. His weight settled onto my small frame and I took his massive cock into me once more. There was no need to take it slow now. I was saturated and swollen inside and our animal attraction was taking over. My brother pumped me heavily as my hand moved up his back and curled around his neck. "Yeah," I whispered. I was so ready to be fucked hard! "Yeah," I said again, and then again. I got louder, repeating the single syllable, "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" He kissed me to shut me up. "Knock it off, LeAnn!" he said to me sternly. I quieted up, nodding my head as I looked up at him. It would be hard to fuck my brother quietly, but I resolved to keep silent. I could quiet my voice, but my breathing was a different story. I think he liked it, because the harder I breathed, the harder he fucked me. My brother, the weenie, the sentimental sap that could fall in love after being inside a pussy for 30 seconds, was pounding me on those steps like the most able lover that had ever taken me. So sexy was he, so sure of his sexual prowess, that I felt my orgasm peaking sooner than I'd ever thought possible. I wasn't going to hold back; I let it go for him. I figured an 18-year old on his second or third lay wasn't going to have the stamina to last very long anyway, and as soon as I reached the threshold, I let him know. "Fuck me good, baby! Make me come!" I said to him, but I was already having an orgasm as I said it. My entire slender, young body quivered in the shallow water under the loving weight of my brother, his beautiful cock coaxing me to ecstasy with every loving stroke. I thought I would squeeze him into a crumpled mass as I held onto him! "Oh god, LeAnn!" he said into my cheek. He groaned as his cock began to pulse inside me, filling me with his hot incestuous seed. He was sure he'd come too fast. His thrusting slowed as his orgasm finished and he groaned again in my cheek, this time in regret. "I'm sorry for coming so soon," he said. I grabbed his head with both hands and looked him in the eyes. "There you go being a weenie again," I scolded. "Don't ever apologize for that!" "But you didn't get to come!" he said. "Who says?" His frown grew to a smile as his eyes regained their beautiful sparkle. "You...came?" "Oh my god, Jake! It's never happened so fast before!" I hugged him for a moment and he pulled back again. He looked at me skeptically. "Seriously!" I exclaimed. Just then headlights flashed briefly across the pool as a car turned into the driveway. I shot a panicked look at Jake. "Oh fuck!" We were both suddenly feeling very vulnerable in our skinny dipping state. "My bikini!" I said quietly but urgently. "Where is it?" he asked, his eyes scanning the water in the dim light. "Down there," I said, pointing at the deep end. We both tread water out to the middle, looking earnestly for any sign of pink on the bottom of the pool. Suddenly Jake disappeared underwater. I spotted my top hanging out of the bug trap and swam over to get it. As I hurriedly tied it behind my back the gate to the driveway opened and I could see a lone figure walk through. It was Trina. Jake's car was still in the driveway so she would be no-doubt curious of his whereabouts. I watched her close the gate and head straight for the pool! I was still half-naked and Jake had nothing on. An awkward explanation was in our near future. Just as her figure approached the pool I felt my panties slip onto my feet, then up my calves to my thighs. I spread my legs and Jake pushed them all the way onto me from underneath. "Hi, Trina!" I said. I prayed he had put them on the correct way. "L...LeAnn?" she said, surprised to hear my voice in her pool. "Yes," I acknowledged. "Where's Jake?" she asked. "Uhh, he was just here a minute ago," I lamely stalled. I quickly headed for the shallow end of the pool and walked up the steps, diverting Trina's attention from the deep end. "Why are you in the dark?" she asked. "Your dad turned the lights off by mistake. It's okay; we were just leaving." Just then we heard Jake climb out of the pool. It was dark enough that we couldn't see his bare ass scurry over to his clothes on the coffee table. He pulled on his shorts and rolled the rest of his clothes into a ball. "Hi, Trina," said Jake unemotionally as he approached us. "Jake, I'm glad you're still here." Her voice seemed more emotional than usual. I couldn't help but wonder what happened to Scott. "Listen," she went on. "I'm sorry about the way things went tonight." She paused for a moment and Jake said nothing. That was my cue to step away. I didn't know what the hell she was trying to say to Jake, but I wasn't going to be in the middle of it. And I knew if I opened my mouth no good would come from it. I took a step toward the gate and Jake's hand immediately caught my waist, holding me in place. "Why are you sorry?" Jake asked. "Um, I just feel bad for taking off like that and leaving you here alone." Jake slowly stepped behind me, as if he was using me as a buffer between him and Trina. To my astonishment, I felt his hand creep down to my hip and then onto my ass. It was a good thing it was dark, because I had no poker face at that moment. I stood silently looking at Trina and enjoying the clandestine feel my brother was copping off me. I had just orgasmed in the pool but was completely aroused again by his touch. "Where's Scott?" Jake asked. "Can we talk privately?" she asked with a guilty twinge in her voice. Her not-so-subtle way of telling me to take a hike was not going to be tolerated by Jake. His hand remained on my ass, gently squeezing me. "Oh, I think we can talk openly here," Jake rebuffed. "Things not work out between you two?" I tried not to giggle at the cavalier way he called her out. I had a hunch things had already worked out nicely for Scott, the remnants of his happiness probably having been wiped off Trina's chin with a spare McDonald's napkin from the car before she got home. "No. I'm sorry for just leaving like that." Trina was sensing a change in Jake. There was definitely something different. She was speaking to him with more contrition than Jake was used to hearing. I was surprised and pleased to hear what came out of his mouth next. "I think you're sorry you don't have anyone better to spend the night with," he said matter-of-factly. "Jake," Trina defended. "And I think you're sorry you've been treating me like shit this whole time." I knew she was coming to a painful realization right there where we stood. It was as though the bag full of lead she'd been dragging around turned out to be gold instead; she'd just never bothered to open it until now. He nudged me toward the gate and withdrew his hand from my ass. We walked away quietly. "Jake, you're not giving me a chance!" she pleaded. I nearly exploded at the very suggestion! If Jake hadn't turned around and responded so quickly, I probably would have opened my mouth and overstepped my bounds. "You had your chance. There are a lot of fish in the sea, Trina, and I'm done trying to catch you." She said nothing as we got in the Mustang. Jake started the car and gave a loud sigh, then threw it in reverse and we got out of there. "You okay?" I asked him. I had just watched my brother complete the change from dweeb to hottie right before my eyes. I half expected him to regret rejecting Trina. He said nothing but reached over and gently squeezed my bare thigh. I watched him with a smile on my face as he drove. My urgent need to please him again suddenly overwhelmed me and I found myself crawling half onto him to kiss him on the mouth. "Lee...LeAnn!" he exclaimed, trying to see around me to drive. I kissed down his neck, licking a wet trail, pausing on his collarbone and kissing along its length. He gave a quiet moan which immediately got my juices flowing again. "Take me to bed," I whispered in his ear. "Whose bed?" he asked. "I'd kinda like to be in yours," I whispered back. Jake stepped on the gas. Creeping into my brother's room in the middle of the night wasn't something I'd ever done before. Neither was wearing easy-access short nighties to bed. But both became something that Jake liked. And anything my brother liked I was more than willing to accommodate. Not everybody shares a house with a hot, loveable former dweeb. The truth is, not everybody gets to know their brother as well as I do. But Jake isn't everybody's brother. He's mine. The Truth About Jeff Hi, LeslieBlue, Boy, your bio makes an old man like myself want to jump your bones! I am a retired history teacher, caring for an invalid wife (my childhood sweetheart, severely brain injured in an auto accident the month she completed her Ph.D. way back in 1984). And so I have lots of time to surf the web, reading erotica and trying to correspond with beautiful, sexy women like one LeslieBlue! I have been celibate (not by choice) since the accident and you can imagine that difficulty of that as I stood in front of 5 classes of young students each day, some flashing beautiful, plump, sometimes wet panties at me!!!! I am one of those rare men who has had only one lover in my entire life and almost none of the non-conservative sexual experiences you've probably experienced. I've never performed cunnilingus on a woman, for example, and have also never enjoyed the wonderful feelings of fellatio. I live vicariously through the writings of people like you and am grateful for your offerings. I hope you are not put off by men masturbating to your writings because given my situation, it's about the best I can do!!!! I'd love to correspond with you. I know most people don't have the amount of "down" time I do but I'd sure love to hear from you as often as you can write. I'd love to hear about your experiences and tell you some of my own limited ones. I don't have much to offer but could sure use some ammo for my future jack off sessions!!! Hoping to hear from you, Stanley * My dear Stanley -- I sent you a quick note earlier just to let you know I got your touching letter, and I have not heard back from you yet. I was kind of looking forward to getting your next email. I certainly hope that I did not scare you off at all with my sometimes bold and assertive style -- I have always been that way, and the story of my life has been in large part that I always chased after the guys that did not want me, and chased away the ones that wanted me! I guess it is pretty truthful when you hear the old line that women always like the BAD BOYs, because that has certainly been true in my case. And so for a long time, I thought that Jeff was just another one of those bad boys who was going to get away from me. But now I do not think that is the case at all. I should tell you that every one of the Jeff stories I wrote about him is 100% true, except for Iced-Hot Lightening, which was my fantasy of what I wanted to do with him when he did come back to visit me. But he never did come back. And I believe now that he probably never will. And I am going to tell you why he never came back to see me, to get more of the hot, steamy, erotic kind of sex that I wanted to give him. JEFF IS IMPOTENT. At least he is when he is with a woman like me. Because of all those kinky, sexy things I did to him during his massage, he never did get even the least bit hard -- limp as a wet dishrag. And that day, I thought it was because he was sick, since he had the end of a flu bug, and he still had a fever from it. So, for five months, Jeff and I chatted online on Yahoo! Messenger, and I did all sorts of sexy, kinky, crazy things for him on my cam, as he sat in front of his computer screen and stroked off while watching me. And for five months he promised me he was going to come see me again. And for five months he told me all the hot, kinky, sexy things he was going to do to me when he got here. And for five months he kept making dates with me every single weekend, and then he would never show up. And I wracked my brain trying to figure out why he kept doing that to me. And I went through a stage where I thought he had multiple personality disorder. And I went through a stage where I thought he was just a no good creep. And I went through a stage where I thought he was just afraid of getting into a relationship with me. Because Jeff does not talk much. He does not answer questions. And when I would ask him what was wrong with him all he would ever say is, "I don't want to talk about it." And I would say, "But Jeffrey, my baby boy. I am your Mommy Leslie. And you can talk to me about anything. " But he would not. And I went through a stage where I thought he was impotent. And then I was certain he was impotent. So I sent him a huge message, reading like this: The Truth About Laura Ch. 01 To the casual observer in the hotel lobby, Laura Hampton might have been a secretary or legal assistant. She carried a lightweight briefcase and wore a stylish blue blazer, a tasteful matching skirt, and a bright white blouse that did little -- not that it was supposed to -- to hide Laura's curving, bountiful breasts. Her thick russet hair hung almost to her shoulders and was styled to enhance her dancing green eyes, high cheekbones, and full, red lips. To complete the secretarial look, Laura wore flattering silver-rimmed glasses. Laura wore white stockings on her long dancer's legs, and the three-inch white high heels she wore provided the only clue as to what she truly was -- a 19-year-old college student working her way through school as a call girl. A closer look at Laura would have revealed that she had opened the top two buttons to emphasize her cleavage; her clients loved that, found it tantalizing. The blazer not only served to conceal her presence from hotel management and provide protection against the chilly October night, it also gave her new client one more garment to remove. But the timing couldn't be worse for Laura; it was a Friday night, and her parents were coming to visit her for the weekend the next day. Laura wanted to be ready. But Craig Johnson, her professor and procurer, had insisted. "He comes to town every other month or so," Craig had told her. "He always demands the same physical type. Not too tall, leggy, brunette, big tits, green eyes. Right now, that's you." As always, it was the money that won. There simply weren't that many jobs that paid $250 for an evening's work. With more on the way; Craig told her she could clear $5,000 during Homecoming Week. "That's why they're home, Laura," he said. "To come." Besides the money, Laura had to admit she often enjoyed the job. Men, especially the older ones, were putty in her hands. Most of them wanted someone to talk to as much as someone to take to bed; in many ways, Laura was a therapist. She certainly left none of her clients unhappy. Room 413. Laura knocked gently on the door, right on time. It swung open immediately. Call girl and client gaped in shock. "Laura!" "Dad!" "Oh, my God." Calvin Hampton grabbed his daughter hard around the wrist and yanked her into the room. "What the hell is this?" he demanded. "I might ask you the same," she replied. "Does Mom know?" Cal blushed. "That's not important, young lady. Right now, I want to know what you're doing here, and it had better be a coincidence." Now Laura blushed, somewhat ashamed, and not knowing what to say, especially since, like all her clients, he'd paid in advance. "It's just for the money," she said quietly as tears welled in her eyes. "You know how high tuition is, and--" "I ought to call the cops," Cal muttered. "How many others is that bastard--" "There's a big problem with calling the cops, Dad," Laura reminded him. "The client list becomes public, so your name will be out there, too. Let me just quit. Nobody has to know." Cal looked away from her, and walked over to the dresser, on which stood a bottle of Scotch, two glasses, and an ice bucket. "It's not that simple, Laura," he said. "There's a reason I use this … service. But I don't want you to be a part of it. Go wait tables or something." He turned to pour his drink. Wait tables? No way. Laura didn't want to give up her job, but what choice did she have now? Crushed, she was about to leave. But when her father turned to the dresser, she gave him an instinctive glance. Laura could spot a hard-on at twenty yards, and Dad's was poking out like a cannon from a battleship. Laura made a nervy decision. She dropped her blazer to the floor, and her inviting tits bulged forward. Boldly, she stepped close to him. "What do you think you're doing?" "You've been staring at me since I was fourteen," she said, shaking her tits slightly, her voice dropping. "I always knew what you wanted. Maybe you should have asked what I wanted." "L- Laura, what are you talking about?" Now Laura's head was close to his chest; even in heels, he stood a head taller than she. Now, with longing on her face, Laura looked up into her father's handsome blue eyes, uncertain expression, the touch of grey at his dark temples. "I would have let you, you know," she said, gently caressing his arm. "You were always the sexiest of the dads. All my friends said so." "I don't think you should be saying these things," he said, nervously gulping his drink. "You want to take me to bed, don't you, Dad?" Laura's index finger barely touched the length that ran along Calvin's zipper. He sucked his breath in sharply, and blushed beet red, but he did not stop her. "Is that why you always ask Craig for girls that look like me, Dad?" Laura brazenly squeezed her father's dick. It was the hardest cock she'd ever felt, a living rail spike. "Laura--" "How about it, Dad? Want to find out what I've learned in college?" Cal's kiss was hard and forceful. It took Laura a second to keep her footing and kiss him back. "Tonight I'm yours, Dad," she rasped. "What do you want to do?" Cal didn't say anything; he kissed his daughter and nibbled her neck as his hands began to run all over her curvaceous body. He led her to the bed, lay her down on it, kissed her and roughly opened her blouse. "Oh, sweet Jesus," he mumbled as he realized that, underneath the enticing blouse, Laura wore a white lace teddy. "Stand up," he commanded. "Let me see." Laura rose to her full high-heeled height, and, as teasingly as she could, peeled the blouse away; then the skirt fell to the floor. She stepped out of it, and twirled to please her father. A magnificent vision of beauty, Laura's hair now tousled and free, her green eyes aglow, her generous breasts thrusting forward into Cal's eager gaze, garters glistening and clinging to the long white stockings, plus those magnificent four-inch heels. "Oh, honey," Cal said, "I don't know where to begin." It was now Laura's turn. Gently, she removed his button-down blue shirt, under which he wore nothing. She raked her nails across his chest, pinched his nipples, then bit them as she worked her way down to his belt. Soon the belt was open, the zipper down, and his desperate cock free. "Oh, Daddy!" Laura gasped. "Like it, little girl?" Huge, red, long, hot and a little bit hairy, Laura gazed at it, thinking, This is the cock that created me. Awed, she began to familiarize herself with it, gently masturbating him at first and then, the coup de grace -- taking her father's demanding cockhead between her moist red lips. "Ahhh, Laura," her father sighed, his eyes closed. "My little girl." His forceful fingers dug into her rich russet hair, and he began to move his hips, ever so gently fucking her face. Laura opened her jaws a little wider and let him have her that way for a couple of minutes. Then she grasped his shaft and took over, lifting her head. "Do you want to finish in my mouth, Daddy?" "N- n- no, not this time," he said. "There will be other times, right? Promise me, Laura." "I promise," she replied, giving his dick and balls, which were tight with pending orgasm, a light tongue bath. Cal pulled his daughter next to him on the bed, mauled the straps that held the teddy closed. Understanding, Laura shrugged her shoulders and her magnificent boobs burst open to his delighted view. The vivid glow in her father's eyes truly thrilled the horny college girl. "You're right, I've been fantasizing about this for years," said Cal, taking the firm globes in his hands, and nuzzling his face between them. He kissed them, nibbled the large nipples to their hardest, all the while pushing his daughter closer to the center of the bed. "I can't take it anymore," he hissed, parting Laura's legs and maneuvering himself between them. "I want you, Daddy," Laura said. "I've been waiting for years, too." His hot, pounding dick crawled along Laura's inner thigh. She reached down, grasped it, and parted her dripping vulva with it. One more thrust, and he would be inside her, sowing the seed from which she had grown. Almost beyond speech now, Cal rammed his dick all the way up his beautiful daughter's impatient snatch. "Oh, Laura! Oh, my honey!" Cal cried. "So …tight …" In response, Laura bucked her hips against her father's, reveling in the sensation of his dick, his big Daddy dick, filling her with joy, with bliss. For how many times with those anonymous older men she fucked had she conjured her father's face to make those sessions more exciting? How many of those men had she called "Daddy" in the throes of lovemaking, and how many of them had rewarded her all the more generously for it? Laura's boobs jiggled under Cal's forceful thrusting, her face was red, her eyes ablaze with lust. He was getting close, she could tell; his eyes had glazed over, his face was as red as hers, and he kept licking his lips. Laura, too, was almost ready. This was one orgasm she wouldn't have to fake; in fact, it promised to be a tsunami. "Just a little more, Daddy! I'm th-- Ahh! Uhh! Daddy! Daddy!" Laura pulled his face to hers, their tongues gnashing together as she came, when she felt the first hot blast of her father's sperm filling her clutching womb. "Laura, my God!" Cal buried himself in his daughter and suddenly stopped moving, letting the passionate girl beneath him thrash and thrust, milking his dick for every drop it was worth. Then, when she slowed down, he suddenly renewed his lovemaking, surprising her into another orgasm. "Oh, Daddy," Laura whispered, wrapping her arms around him. "You just keep on going, don't you?" "I won’t ever let you go," he replied, as his dick began to thicken again inside Laura's tight, experienced cunt. Well lubricated by her own natural juices and Cal's previous ejaculation, Laura took her time now, let Cal raise himself on his arms for a good look at her lovely, devoted features. Laura gazed past her wiggling boobs down to watch the marvelous spectacle of her father's cock flying in and out of her, stunned at what a vigorous lover he was. Recognizing the signs now, feeling his dick stiffen, Laura began working her interior muscles, to time their orgasms together. "Now, Daddy!" she gasped. "Come in me! Come in your little girl!" "Jesus!" Cal barked, jamming himself in as deep as he could go, his balls blasting loose, flooding his daughter's womb for the second time in fifteen minutes. After a long, deep kiss, Cal and Laura separated and lay together on the bed, neither knowing what to say for a while. "Do you hate me?" Cal asked at last. "How can you say that after what just happened? I wanted this as much as you did," Laura replied. "I've wanted to fuck you blue forever. I always ask for girls who look like you, and I always ask if they're named Laura." "Does Craig know who you are?" "Is that his name? No, he doesn't know my real name. I pay him in cash, and, well, you know." "What about Mom?" "I told her I had a business seminar. The truth is, I wanted to get the fantasy out of my system or I'd be spending the whole weekend drooling on your tits. She's coming up tomorrow. She can't ever know what we did tonight." "I know. But what about us?" Laura was suddenly jealous of her mother. "When can I see you again?" "I get a business trip up here once a month, or so," Cal replied, "and there's always the holidays." Laura kissed him lightly. "Better keep Father's Day open," she said with a smile. END The Truth About Laura Ch. 02 The palm trees and balmy temperatures should have been pleasant, but Laura Hampton's stomach twisted in knots. Her father Cal had rented a house in Florida for the Thanksgiving break; this would be the first time she'd seen him since that memorable, magical night they'd spent in bed, the night he found out Laura was a call girl. The night Laura found out her father needed call girls. When her mother Marjorie joined them the following day, Laura wanted to crawl under a rock. Yet Cal seemed completely unperturbed; his calm demeanor helped Laura to keep the secret. But Laura also realized he was the smoothest liar she'd ever encountered. But it was more important that he was a real tiger in bed. On the one occasion she was alone with him that weekend, he kissed her fiercely, a kiss that left her weak. "We have to get together again," he whispered hotly in her ear. "I can never have enough of you." "But, Daddy--" "Damn! Here she comes!" And that had been the end of it until now. When Cal greeted her at the airport, they shared a chaste kiss, but his tan hand brushed the side of her breast, and he whispered the word "Soon" into her ear. Laura wondered how soon, and when they could possibly be alone, what with Mom busy with holiday preparations and younger brother Tim down the hall. With any luck, she thought, Tim'll be spending all his time at the beach. Given how much he looked like his father, with the same twinkling eyes, husky physique, and smooth, tan skin, Laura saw him now through new eyes. When she started wondering if his dick looked like their father's she shook the image from her head. That's too weird, she thought. I think I'll go read at the beach. Laura's room was on the ground floor, next to the rec room. Off went the loose-fitting T-shirt that concealed her generous, round breasts, the baggy sweat pants that covered her smooth, firm legs; on went the brightly patterned red and gold two-piece bikini she'd bought to please her father. The top piece clasped in front, and Laura had difficulty keeping her breasts contained. She modeled the new bikini in the full-length mirror that hung on the bedroom door. Not bad, she thought, as she twirled coquettishly, admiring the way the colors accented her tan and brought out the highlights in her hair. He'll love this. I can't wait until we're alone. Sunblock, novel, big beach towel, washcloth, hair brush, she was ready for an afternoon in the warm Florida sunshine. But as she stepped by the door to the rec room, an arm shot out, grabbed Laura by the wrist, pulled her in, and threw her onto the sofa. Cal closed and locked the door. "Daddy! What are you doing!" "Honey, I can't take it anymore! You're driving me crazy!" "I--" Cal's insistent, hungry kiss cut her off, and now Laura's professional instinct took over. She had several clients like this, who liked to take her forcefully, whose passion had built to the breaking point. Laura's skilled fingers moved to Cal's belt as their lips and tongues sparred; his shorts were soon open and on the floor. Laura popped the clasp to her bikini top, letting her ample breasts spill loose. Cal gathered them in his rough hands, licked them, sucked a nipple between his teeth, stiffening it. It was all Laura could do not to cry out; as far as she knew, her mother and brother were still in the house. Cal licked his way to the bikini bottom while Laura lifted her ass so he could pull it off. He buried his face deep in her dense, dark bush, his tongue flicking her clit, making Laura as eager as himself for fast and ferocious lovemaking. "Oh, Daddy!" she gasped. "That's it!" Cal sank a pair of fingers into Laura's juicy slit. "Daddy! Daddy!" she cried as she ground her pussy against his talented tongue. Once he was satisfied his daughter had come, Cal loomed over her as she maneuvered herself under his pulsating prick. He needed no help to find his goal; it slid in smoothly and went deep. "Just let it go, Dad!" Laura panted. Cal buried his face in Laura's lush hair as he pumped his prick with great force. God, Dad, Laura thought, you're on fire. You must really need this. Laura started to hump her hips back at him, knowing how close he was to climax. Harder and faster, they moved together until Cal's eyes closed and his head thrashed as he poured his seed into his lovely, lusty daughter. Laura covered his face with gentle kisses and caressed his hair as he eventually slowed down and separated himself from her. "You didn't even get a look at my bikini," she said at last. "I bought it for you." "I'm sorry," he replied. "I just boiled over. You're so beautiful, Laura. I love you. Let's make some time to go to the beach." Cleaning herself with the washcloth from her bag, Laura put the swimsuit back on. Cal grinned with approval. "It's perfect," he said. "Maybe you should be modeling." As her father dressed, Laura draped the beach towel over her shoulders and started down the hall, pleased but not satisfied. She wasn't used to stopping at one orgasm; Professor Johnson, who'd first seduced her and then recruited her, told her once that the joy she took in sex and her capacity for orgasm made her one of the most popular girls in the stable. Well, she thought, maybe I can sneak away with Dad later and we can take our time. Tim's room was the last one before the outside door. As Laura went by, she heard him insistently calling her name from behind his door. How did he know it was me walking by? she wondered, and walked in. There he lay on his single bed, strong, tan and nude, yanking his long, red and ready hard-on. The siblings gaped at each other, speechless. It does look like Dad's, Laura thought. "Oh, Jesus!" Tim cried, and turned away. "You didn't hear that, did you?" Laura closed the door and stepped into the room. "Tim, I don't know what to say. It's all right. Really. Look at me." Slowly, fear in his eyes, Tim turned to face his sister, but twisting his body to keep his cock concealed. Laura dropped the towel and gave him a good look before sitting on the bed. "Everybody wonders about it," she said softly, coaxing Tim onto his back. She gave him a gentle kiss. "Let me finish that for you." As Tim's green eyes grew with wonder, his beautiful sister took his cock in her slim tan fingers and caressed it slowly. Stunned with fascination, he watched as she moved her practiced hands along the throbbing shaft. It helped that Tim had lubricated his dick with baby oil, so Laura could masturbate him without chafing the skin. "Jesus, Laura," he said. "I don't believe this." Tim lay back and began to hump his hips to her rhythm; close to climax to begin with, this was going to be heavenly. Laura saw Tim's testicles tighten; it wouldn't be long now. Tim's prick suddenly exploded, spattering sperm all over his chest, his hard and flat abdomen, and even on his chin. "Laura, that was incredible!" he sighed, and then he blushed. "Oh, God, my sister just jerked me off!" Laura plucked some tissues from the box on the nightstand and started to clean her brother off, now noticing him as a man. Four years ago, he'd been this skinny beanpole with a skin condition; now, at eighteen, he'd filled out, he lifted weights every morning, and would soon join her at college. Laura suddenly wondered if that would be a good idea. "Your sister is about to do a little more than that," she breathed. "Wh-- wh-- what do you mean?" "Tim, have you ever been with a girl?" "Not really. I tried with Cindy Lawrence, but that didn't go so well." "Come here." Joining her brother on the bed, Laura taught him how to kiss, gently teasing his tongue into her mouth and snuggling close. Her hand drifted to Tim's groin and began to play; at eighteen, he had a quick capacity for recovery, and soon his dick was long and strong again. Laura broke the kiss. "That was magical," he sighed. Laura guided his fingers to the bikini clasp. Hands trembling, it took him a minute, but the clasp came undone and Laura's abundant breasts came free. Tim rolled them in his hands, the first tits he'd ever seen. They seemed to scorch his palms. "Kiss them," said Tim's beautiful sister. "Lick them. Ahh … that's it, Tim. Oohh …" The kid learns fast, Laura thought, as her younger brother licked and nibbled away. She pulled away from him and lay on her back, arching up. "Pull 'em off," she ordered. Tim grasped the sides of the bikini bottom and pulled them free, leaving his sister nude on the bed. Laura parted her thighs, buried her fingers in her brother's sandy hair, and pulled his face up to her fragrant, moist pussy lips. "Figure it out, little brother," she breathed. With tentative fingers, Tim slowly parted his sister's vulva. His poking and prodding sent bolts of pleasure zapping up Laura's spine as Tim stumbled on erogenous spots she didn't know she had. Her breathing became shallow as her pleasure became more intense. "What's this?" Tim asked as he slid Laura's pussy lips apart. "My clit! Lick it!" "Put my mouth on it?" "Do you want my mouth on yours?" "Oh." With more confidence now, Tim placed the flat of his tongue on Laura's swollen clit, licking hard. "No, softer, with the tip of your tongue!" Tim obeyed, flicking and teasing her pleasure button and making her pant. "Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm going to-- Uh! Uh! Uh!" Tim was not prepared for the sweet flood of pussy juice that splashed across his tongue as his sister had two strong orgasms in succession. Laura's legs clamped around Tim's shoulders, forcing his face deeper into her pubic bush. Desperate for air, Tim pulled back. Laura reluctantly let him go; now she was ready. Guiding Tim to the center of the narrow bed, she maneuvered him onto his back. Tim's cock, maybe seven inches of domineering, hot, hard meat, seemed to be looking right at Laura, demanding satisfaction. "Laura, are we going to f-- fu--" "Are you trying to say 'fuck,' Tim?" she replied sweetly. "Yes, we are." And with that, she positioned her pussy right over Tim's insistent prick. Just to torment him a little, she caressed his balls and stroked his cock a little, to make it as hard as it would ever be. "Laura, please!" Finally, she sank slowly, deliciously, onto Tim's long prong. Penetration was sweet and electric; rarely had Laura felt so full as she moved all the way down to his pubic bone, his balls jammed against the crack in her ass. "Ooooh," she said, and leaned forward, giving him room to move on the skinny mattress. Tim played with her large bouncing breasts as he shoved his dick with great energy in and out of his panting sister. His balls slapped against her as instinct and speed finally took over. "Sweet Jesus!" he cried. "Laura! Oh, my Laura!" Taking a hard, sensitive nipple between his teeth set off Laura's nextt orgasm, and Tim's hammering prick triggered several more. Laura felt she could fuck her brother forever, when he suddenly jammed his prick deep and stopped moving. "That's it!" the young woman cried. "You're there! Give it to me!" "Yes!" he barked as his balls let loose, scalding Laura's womb with their heat and vigor. Spurt after spurt of semen squished into Laura's pussy; she thrashed and bucked atop her brother as if she were taming a wild horse. At last it was over, and the siblings lay side by side together, sharing kisses and caresses. "Jesus, I can't believe it," Tim said. "My sister's my first fuck. Amazing." "It'll be your last if you ever say anything about it," she warned. Tim nodded, and kissed her. "Can we do it again sometime?" he asked. "That was fantastic, that was wilder than my wildest dream." "We'll see," Laura said, wondering now what would happen if Dad found out. Part of her also wondered what it would be like to take on her father and brother at the same time. After today, anything seemed possible. "Did you always know?" he asked. "Did you always know I wanted to make love to you?" Laura shook her head. "I'm finding out a lot of new things lately," she said. "You're so beautiful, Laura. I don't know what else to say." Kissing her brother gently, Laura rose and gathered her things. "I need some time to think about this," she said. "I'm going to wash off and head to the beach." "See you there?" "Later." As she lay in the sun, the lovely sophomore let the sun paint dazzling pictures on the back of her eyelids, replaying the morning in solarized colors, and leading her mind down many different paths of where this bizarre holiday would take her next. The Truth About Laura Ch. 03 Marjorie Hampton felt overwhelmed. Not only did she have to juggle Thanksgiving dinner and a dozen noisy friends and relatives, but her husband, son and daughter were up to something behind her back. Precisely what, she couldn't tell, but she knew that Laura was at the center of it. Cal was trying to spend far more time with his daughter than he ever used to, and Tim talked to her in whispers, as if they were conspiring. Both of them, Marjorie noticed, often tried to sneak off alone with Laura. Perhaps Laura has a boyfriend she hasn't told me about, Marjorie speculated. Maybe she's sneaking out to see him and Tim's helping. But why should she sneak around behind my back? She's had boyfriends before. Marjorie carried a full basket as she walked down the hall toward the laundry room, pondering this problem. Marjorie decided it was time to sit down with Laura and have a chat like they used to before she went to college. After Marjorie started the washing machine, she went back down the hall and started to knock on Laura's door, when she heard a familiar, but startling, sound: creaking bedsprings and subdued moans, the unmistakable sounds of lovers who didn't want to be caught. Who on earth is in bed with her? she wondered. *** Earlier that night, Laura had donned a plain white nightdress, put on her glasses to read a while, and get some sleep. But a firestorm was pending, and Laura had no idea how she was going to handle it. On Monday afternoon, Laura had made love to her father and her brother in the space of an hour. Thanks to the presence of all the relatives visiting for Thanksgiving, there had been precious few opportunities for more, but both of them kept trying to get her alone. So far, she had been able to keep them from finding out about one another, but how long could that last? And what would they do when they did find out? Now, just as Laura was about to begin Mary Shelley's "Mathilda," she heard three soft knocks on her door. It was Tim, barefoot and dressed in a white T-shirt and grey sweat pants, who ducked in. "Christ!" she hissed. "What are you doing here?" "I can't stand it anymore," he said, his eyes falling to the large, firm globes hidden by the nightdress. He wasn't wearing underwear, Laura noticed; his dick poked at his sweat pants like a tent pole. "Everyone's asleep or watching TV," Tim said. "If we're real quiet--" "Tim, it's too dangerous." Especially if Dad finds out, she thought. Tim sat next to her on the bed, pulled her close, kissed his older sister hard on the mouth. He ran his hands along her cool bare thigh. "If my balls get any bluer, they'll be plums. See?" With that, Tim stood yanked his sweats down and freed his dick with obvious relief. He joined his older sister on the narrow twin bed, and kissed her again, roughly. "I'm in love with my sister," he breathed, as he ran his hands along Laura's smooth, tan legs. "I can't believe I'm in love with my sister." He's pouring gasoline on the fire, Laura thought, but decided not to say anything; thoughts of their intense lust the other day were keeping her hot, too. Tim's hands flew under Laura's nightdress and found her breasts. He covered her broad nipples with his palms, caressing them, warming them. Laura's arms tightened around her brother and she nibbled his ear, then his neck. Her hand found his aching prong, and she began to skim her hand along its length. Tim's kiss was softer now, more loving and less desperate, now that he knew Monday afternoon was no fluke, that his gorgeous sister would let him make love to her again, that she wanted him to make love to her again. The kiss dissolved. Laura pushed Tim back, and lifted off the nightdress, tousling her dark brown hair, revealing her flawless, rolling breasts. Her green eyes blazed, and Tim took her glasses off to get a better look at them. "So lovely," he sighed, removing his shirt. Now completely naked, he snuggled close to Laura, easing her onto her back. "Some day we'll be all alone for a while, and we'll cause an earthquake together." Laura thought Tim's voice was a little too loud. To shut him up, Laura kissed him with fervor, wanting him to believe he, alone, was at the center of her universe. His hot, throbbing prick lay flat against her thigh, like a voracious tiger waiting to pounce. I'm going to have to teach the men in this family something about foreplay, Laura thought as Tim hunched forward. His purple prick now lay flat on her pubic bush, and she took over, rubbing her clit along its length. "Ohhh," Tim sighed. "What are you doing?" "Maybe you want to be out of here in five minutes, but I need a little more," Laura whispered. Tim responded by licking Laura's breasts and sliding off her tan, compact body. She guided his fingers to her moist pussy. Tim slid two fingers in, and also stroked Laura's stiffening clit with his thumb. "That's it," she sighed. "You're learning, little brother." Tim jammed his insistent cock against her thigh. "I'm not so little." Tim continued to move his increasingly skilled fingers, and it wasn't long before his older sister was panting like a stream engine. Tim slid on top of her again, and slipped the head of his impatient prick between her wet pussy lips. "Ohhhh," Laura sighed as Tim sank his cock inside, staring into his eyes, the same shape and color as her own. "You're getting good at this." Tim waited until he was complete immersed in her depths before replying, "I love you." Then the siblings left speech behind as they moved together slowly, quietly, in anguish because they could not cut loose with the animal cries of passion nestled deep in their throats. Tim's teeth sank into his own lower lip almost to the point of bleeding. Laura raised her ass as high as she could so that the bedsprings wouldn't squeak so loudly as her brother's dick moved around in her belly. She placed her hands on his ass to control his rhythm, and moved her own lower body slowly. But the squeaking grew too loud in her mind, and she grew fearful of discovery; caught with Tim, everything she knew and loved would be gone from her life forever. Yet, climax was closing in, and now it was Laura's turn to bite her lip to keep from crying out. The familiar shakes of pleasure rippled through her body as she gushed juice along her brother's thick, slick prick. My God, she thought, now he's got stamina? Somebody's going to hear us! Marjorie lingered at the door, her ear pressed close. She recognized Laura's voice immediately, but who was that with her? Frustration rose in Marjorie's blood; the damn washing machine was drowning out half the sounds. "Oh!" she heard Laura cry. "Tim! I'm almost there!" Marjorie stepped back from the door, in shock. It can't be, she thought. My own kids? Having sex? Marjorie leaned against the wall, unable to breathe. Part of her wanted to kick the door in and confront them, but that would bring Cal into the picture, and she could only imagine what that might lead to. She recovered enough presence of mind to decide that now was not the time to take any action. She needed to think. Marjorie pressed her ear to the door again. After Laura came, she did what she always did when a client was taking too long; she squeezed her skilled cunt muscles together, and began rippling them along the length of Tim's cock, in effect, masturbating him from inside. Tim's eyes almost popped out, and Laura stopped his cries of passion with a squishy, wet kiss. When the storm had passed, she let him go, and whispered, "Now or never, little brother." Tim's eyes closed as he almost pulled out, and then rammed himself all the way in. His prick gushed with sperm as he emptied himself into his gasping sister. His balls loosened, and he showered her face and neck with kisses as his climax passed. "You're so beautiful, Laura," he whispered. It really is Tim, Marjorie thought, and tears trickled down her cheeks. But she could not tear herself away. The siblings lay silently together, and almost drifted off to sleep, but Tim's dick began to crawl along Laura's leg again. "God," she sighed. "You two are insatiable." Tim's head snapped up and he lay on his side to look at her. Marjorie's eyes became wider. Who else is in there? "What?" Tim exclaimed. Oh, no, Laura thought. What did I just do? "Who's the other guy?" Tim wanted to know. "Who else can there be?" "Go away, Tim. I can't tell--" As tears formed in her eyes, Laura didn't know what to say. Crying, she turned her head away. Tim tried awkwardly to comfort her, but she pushed him back. "It's all right, Laura," he said softly. "I won't say a thing. What happened? Who was he? Did he rape you?" "You ignorant cretin," she snapped. "Did I rape you?" "I don't understand." Laura sighed and brushed away her tears. "I swear I'll bite your balls off if you ever tell anybody," she said, and then the whole story poured out: how Professor Craig Johnson ran a stable of college students as call girls, how she came to be one of them, how that led to a night of passionate lovemaking with their father, and now the current situation. By the time Laura finished talking, she felt as though an anvil had been lifted from her chest; this was the first time she'd shared her secrets with anyone other than the girls, and it felt great. "Oh, Tim, I'm so sorry," she said at last. "I feel like running to a convent." "It's all right, Laura," he replied, taking his naked sister back into his arms and letting her tears dry against his bare shoulder. "It's all right. I didn't know." "I love you," she said, "and I love Daddy too. But you know how he is. He'll hit the roof if he finds out about us." "Maybe we should just level with him," Tim said. "He's the one with the most to lose." Laura shook her head. "No, Craig is. He's got businessmen, lawyers, legislators, damn near the whole phone book on the client list. And I can't afford to quit. I make at least a thousand dollars a week. That sure beats slinging hash at the diner." "Jesus!" Tim said. "Could I do that, too? Fuck for money?" "Depends. Are you gay?" Tim gave her a mock hostile glare that made Laura laugh. "Keep everything I told you to yourself," Laura said. "I'm not kidding. One word and you'll be singing soprano." "Don't worry," he said. "Who could I possibly tell?" Marjorie missed most of the conversation, but what she was able to make out left her reeling. My daughter's a hooker? My husband uses hookers? My children are committing incest? What can be worse? Surely Cal hasn't-- Marjorie didn't want to believe that. Right now, she wanted to cry, she wanted to kill, she wanted a divorce, she wanted an explanation, she wanted a drink. Pulling her ear away, she moved down the hall to the laundry room as quickly and quietly as she could. There had been enough discoveries for one night. Marjorie closed the door and cried softly in the quiet darkness. The Truth About Laura Ch. 04 What was a mother to do? In the space of a few minutes, Marjorie Hampton's world changed forever. It was bad enough overhearing her own children having sex, but … was her daughter Laura, the sweet innocent English major daughter really a hooker? Laura, the charmer with the big green eyes, the pretty white smile and the straight-A academic record, a paid professional slut? The incest was bad enough, and now Marjorie found herself wondering if her son Tim were at least getting it for free. And Cal! Marjorie didn't hear much of the middle part of the conversation; the washing machine and the sound from the pipes drowned out most it. But she did overhear Laura saying that whenever Cal was on a "business trip" he paid to have the girls look like her. Marjorie seethed; on more than one occasion, Cal had called her "Laura" while they were making love. Had Laura crossed that line with her father, too? Though she dreaded what she might learn, Marjorie had to find the truth about Laura. Marjorie could barely stand the sight of her husband right now, let alone get in bed with him, but eventually she managed it. Sleep came in fits and starts and never lasted long. Her dreams that night, Thanksgiving night (as if she had all that much to be grateful for right then) were short and frightening. Marjorie dreamed of catching Laura and Cal together and shooting them both. She dreamed that she was sucking her son Tim's cock. She dreamed of catching Tim and Laura in bed together and joining them. The dreams had receded into fragments of memory by morning, but left her pussy tingling. Her mind spun with a thousand fantasies. What would it be like to fuck a stranger for money? What would incest feel like? Could she suck a stranger's cock? Her son's? Confused and angry, the fantasies grew in Marjorie's mind. After the guests had left, she called the real estate company to see if she could keep the rented house for a couple of extra days. "Why?" Cal asked. "Oh," she replied airily, "I know we'll lose the damage deposit if the place isn't in perfect shape. I thought I'd stay an extra day or two to clean up. Tim could help me." Tim's handsome face fell at that, and he shot a glance to Laura, who, with her dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and wearing a loose T-shirt and jeans, looked fair and fresh for the trip back to campus -- and balling middle-aged businessmen for fifty bucks a whack, Marjorie noted darkly. Cal's really going to pay for his pussy by the time I'm through, she thought. Now Marjorie understood the expression in her husband's eyes, the eyes he'd passed to his children, as he looked at Laura and said, "Plane's waiting, sweetheart. Are you ready?" The more she looked at her husband and daughter, the more certain she became that Laura, indeed, had slept with him too. The way his face lit up at the prospect of taking Laura to the airport, her more flirtatious manner towards him, who did they think they were fooling? Laura nodded. Cal picked up her suitcase, kissed his wife (some habits die hard), and headed out the door. Tim and Laura hugged, and Marjorie noticed that he tried to caress his sister's breast. In return, Laura shot him a sour look. Marjorie could barely touch her daughter; their goodbye embrace was stiff and perfunctory. Laura's eyes asked what was the matter, but Marjorie turned away, and in that moment Laura knew something was wrong. "Come along, Laura," Cal said, "the plane's waiting." With another questioning glance, Laura followed him out the door. Once they were gone, Marjorie and Tim went to work: dishes, vacuuming, mopping, changing linens. All in all, it took about four hours to finish, at which time Marjorie said, "Want to go to the beach?" Covered in sweat, Tim replied, "After all this, a dip in the ocean'd be real nice." Marjorie closed the door to her bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed, tired and emotionally exhausted. Looking in the mirror, Marjorie thought, Laura looks just like me. Marjorie compared herself to her daughter; darker hair than she, flashing hazelnut eyes, a little taller, but they had the same plentiful bustline, the same pert thrusting ass. Marjorie had longer legs, which she'd always considered an advantage. Is it just that I'm forty? she wondered. Is Cal really that shallow? Or does it excite him to think he makes love both to his wife and his daughter? What do I do? What do I do? Her self-esteem shaken to the core, Marjorie dug to the bottom of the beach bag and found a bikini she'd bought several years ago and had forgotten about. A simple black bikini patterned brightly colored jellyfish pattern, it was a tight fit. The top pushed her already large breasts tightly together, giving her a canyon of cleavage. Do Laura's boobs look like that? she wondered. These aren't anything to be ashamed of. Disturbing, yet exciting, images of Cal rolling Laura's breasts in his palms filled her mind, as she realized Cal probably made love to their daughter in the same way he made love to her. She shook her head to chase the images away, but her pussy quivered, wanting attention. Pulling on a black T-shirt and black shorts, Marjorie gathered her beach kit together, and made her way to the warm Florida ocean with her handsome, muscular son. The day after Thanksgiving, there were fewer people on the water than usual, as many had decided to return home. Marjorie and Tim found a spot out of sight from most of them, near a sandy little cove where they had a beautiful view of palm trees, birds, and sunshine sparkling on the water. They spread out their beach towels and sat in the sun, enjoying the balmy breeze that warmed their skin. Marjorie stood, dropped her shorts and removed her T-shirt. "Jesus, Mom, you're beautiful!" Tim said. "I had no idea." You've just never thought of family members as sex objects before, Marjorie thought. She smiled and pulled a bottle of sunblock from the beach bag. Though she did not know it, the slow, teasing manner in which she was applying the lotion to her fine swimmer's legs was giving her son thoughts he would not admit to having less than a week ago. A lump began to grow in Tim's black swim trunks. "Could you put this on my back?" she asked, lying face down and undoing the clasp of her bikini. "I don’t want to get sunburned." With a gulp, Tim poured some of the lotion on the small of her back and began to rub it in with surprisingly gentle hands. Marjorie sighed, her first relaxed breath in nearly a day. Tim's hands moved along her sides now, spreading more lotion. His fingertips came tantalizingly close to her breasts, and Marjorie remembered how he'd tried to cop a feel from Laura that morning. She pushed the memory away, but the question lingered: what's incest like? Marjorie stopped her son just as the massage was beginning to feel too good. "That's enough," she said. "Do you want some?" "Sure." Tim sounded disappointed. Marjorie clasped the bikini top back on, and applied the lotion to Tim's back. The tent under his trunks was impossible to miss. Does he think I'm torturing him? she wondered. Good. Now they had a peaceful, quiet setting, a balmy Florida breeze blowing in from the sea. As she nervously applied the sunblock to Tim's back, Marjorie wondered how best to broach the topic with him. Ask how it started? Ask if she really is a whore? There's got to be some gentle way, some benign way to bring this topic up … "Does she give you head?" Marjorie blurted. Tim blushed to his bones. He's cute when he's embarrassed, Marjorie thought. "Oh, God, Mom," he said. "You heard us?" Marjorie nodded. "What else did you hear?" he asked. "She told you she's a whore--" "Don't put it like that!" Tim snapped. "Well, what else should I call it? And what has she done with your father?" Eyes widening, Tim almost answered, then turned his gaze away. "Oh, Jesus," Tim said. "I promised her I wouldn't tell anybody." "Well, it's too late for that, young man," Marjorie replied. "I heard you hump-- uh, scr-- in bed together, and I heard her tell you how she makes her money, and it's a solid bet your father knows, too." "Her boss didn't know it was Dad when he set up the date," Tim explained. "So it's true! But she went through with it anyway?" "I guess Dad really wanted to. He always asks for girls who look like Laura when he goes up there." It was one thing to suspect it; it was another, harder thing to know for sure. Once Tim started talking, he couldn't stop. Again, Marjorie's mind filled with orgiastic images involving her husband, son and daughter, and her pussy burned. "What are you going to do, Mom?" Tim asked at last. "I don't know," Marjorie said quietly. "I guess I'll swim." The ocean water was warm and clear, and allowed her to float freely. Tim followed her and stayed close, his eyes on her bikini-bound breasts, watching them rise and fall with the ocean waves. "If you stare any harder, your eyes will fall out," she said, swimming closer. "What was it like, in bed with Laura? What did she do?" Tim drew closer and pulled his mother into his arms. "Tim--" She should have recoiled from his kiss, but Marjorie found herself kissing back and grinding her crotch against her son's. He didn't quite know what to do with his tongue, but she taught him, drawing his tongue against hers. His erection was powerful, generating heat even under the water. Marjorie gave it a tentative squeeze. What am I doing? she thought. I shouldn't be groping my son! Marjorie broke the kiss and glanced around, seeing no one. Tim was staring at her, wondering what to do. Marjorie was terrified, not sure what she would do next, knowing she should stop, certain that she wouldn't. Tim led her closer to shore. Once he gained a solid footing, he eased his trunks down and freed his powerful prick in the warm ocean water. Marjorie tentatively squeezed it, the first prick other than her husband's she'd touched since they were married. It's a long one, she thought. It's as hard as coral. Maybe I can just jack him off under water and he'll be happy. But the horny young man had other ideas. He tugged on Marjorie's bikini bottom; she pulled it down and wrapped it around her ankle. Understanding what he wanted, she enfolded her son's torso with her long legs, and wriggled her groin around until his hot, hard cock was pressing against her waiting vulva. "Oh, Mom …" Tim sighed. Oh, I'm in it now, Marjorie thought as she sank all the way down her son's pulsing shaft. I'm no better than my whore of a daughter. "This is how we conceived you," she whispered as her son stuffed his cock into her. "Oh my, you've got a big one. Put your hands on my ass." The warm ocean water made Marjorie nearly weightless in his hands, and Tim instinctively knew what to do; holding his horny mother's ass cheeks, he bounced her up and down on his cock as the waves swept by. The water added a dimension to their pleasure; Marjorie felt as though she was being scrubbed clean as Tim's prick pistoned in and out of her. "Jesus, Mom, this is great!" Tim cried. I'm going to burn forever, she thought. Clenched tighter together now, and with no one in view, both mother and son moved with each other, moved with the tidal waves as the water grew higher and lifted them off the cove's floor. Had anyone seen them, it would have seemed as if they were dancing in the water. Eventually, Tim found a smooth boulder near the shore and leaned Marjorie against it. No more dancing. Facing his mother now, he made love to her with gentle force. Marjorie started gasping as orgasm began to build, and Tim started grunting with lust, too. Marjorie pumped her hips against her son's as the waves broke against the rocks and showered them with spray again and again. "Mom! Oh, Mom!" Tim's prick let go just as his mother began to hump harder against him in simultaneous climax. Her teeth sank into his shoulder and he cried out. Jet after jet of the young man's sperm shot up into Marjorie's womb, and she had never felt a man come this hard before. Gasping and panting, she came twice more. "Tim! Tim!" she cried over and over. As the waves lapped against them, Marjorie kept pumping her legs against her son until bliss crossed his face. He kissed her hungrily, and fell back into the water, his cock loose and free, like a long red eel. The gentle undulations of the ocean swept away the sperm that would have run down her legs otherwise, and they left the water clean and exhilarated. Clad again, they lay side by side on their beach towels. Tim wanted to hold her close, but Marjorie was not ready. Her mind reeled with what she had just done. So that's incest, she thought, uncomfortably reminding herself that she had never come that hard in her life. My God, what have I done? "That's how you and Dad made me?" Tim said at last. "Mm-hmm. We were on vacation in Hawaii. Your sister was a year old, and we snuck out to the water while she was taking a nap. I'm beginning to understand." "Understand what?" "Never mind. Let's go inside." Once the door closed behind them, Marjorie poured herself a tall glass of white wine and sat at the kitchen table, tears of regret and shame streaming down her cheeks. "Mom? What is it?" But Marjorie couldn't say anything. She gulped her wine, poured another glass, downed half of it in one swallow. Tim pulled her to her feet and cradled his mother in his arms, just as she had done so many times when he was small. He stroked her drying brunette hair as she cried. "It's okay, Mom. Everything will be all right." But Tim also had the desires and energy of the eighteen-year-old he was, and as Marjorie's tears diminished, he found himself gently kissing her forehead. Their eyes locked. Tim's lips descended on hers as Marjorie tightened her arms around him. As Tim wordlessly led his mother to the master bedroom, she felt a strange detachment from the scene, as if she were looking in and watching her sins being committed by somebody else. But she knew she would not stop it. "You do want this, right, Mom?" "Yes, Tim. Yes, I do." Tim shed his swim trunks, and then removed his mother's outer clothing; grinning, he then popped the clasp on her bikini top. Marjorie's round, heavy breasts spilled unbound into Tim's palms. He cupped them together and began to lick the cleavage. He's like a happy little puppy, Marjorie thought, as he licked and sucked her round, rolling breasts. It felt strange watching her son's head bob between her boobs, remembering what it was like to suckle him as an infant. Disengaged though her mind was, her body was responding to Tim's lovemaking, and her pussy began to moisten. "Bite them, Tim. Just a little." Tim pulled one of the firm, flat nipples between his teeth, tongued it gently, then did the same for the other one. He maneuvered Marjorie to the bed, removed her bikini bottoms, spread her legs. Without a word, he kissed and licked his way along her thighs, eventually nestling his nose into Marjorie's thick, hairy bush. "Ohhh," she sighed as Tim's tongue licked and probed. How long had it been since anyone did that for her? The honeymoon twenty years ago, maybe. Marjorie began to move her vulva on Tim's tongue, urging him to find her clit. He's pretty good at this, she thought, until she realized it was probably his sister who taught him. I can't think about that now, she told herself, shoving the thought aside. Marjorie reached down and pulled Tim's head closer. He lapped hungrily at his mother's pussy, and-- "Oh! Tim! Tim!" she cried. "Yes! Now!" Tim's cries were muffled as Marjorie mewled with orgasm and squirmed on his talented tongue, demanding more. At last she raised his head. Slowly, Tim licked his way up, pausing at her inner thighs, her navel, the underside of her bouncing, sighing breasts. His eager prick was crawling along her thigh, leaving a thin trail of cock lubricant. When his leering, expectant face hovered above hers, Marjorie looked down between her legs and saw a six-inch cannon aimed right above her waiting pussy. With a nervous hand she touched Tim's cock, stroked it. "Tim …" she said. Tim dipped his hips and the head of his cock sank into Marjorie's moist, torrid vulva. "Oh!" she cried. Grinning in triumph, Tim squeezed all the way in, and stopped once his balls rested against his mother's quivering ass. "This is so terrific," he said. Marjorie began to hump up against her son, and he needed no further encouragement. They were locked in a rhythm of lust now, their mouths grinding together as much as their loins. Marjorie ran her hands along Tim's hairy thighs, then ran her long nails down his back as he pounded his cock into her, out of her, into her. Little rills of blood ran down his back as he humped away. "Uh! Mom! Uh! Uh!" he grunted. When Marjorie came again, it was a revelation. Memories of her youth, of her early lovers, washed over her, and she realized suddenly why her marriage had gotten so stale. As she rode her son's cock to another orgasm, she knew now the path her life was likely to take. "Mom, I'm going to--" "Do it! Do it, Tim! Come now! Come in mama!" Searing bursts of her son's thick sperm pumped into Marjorie for the second time that day. As Tim grunted and groaned on top of her, Marjorie thought, now I'm a real slut! I'm no better than my daughter. "Oh, my God, Mom!" One last burst of passionate pumping, and then the sighs of satisfied quiet. Now she could feel Tim's dick shrinking inside her, and then he pulled out. They kissed for a few moments. "I don't ever want this to end," Tim said happily. "Nothing will ever be the same," Marjorie replied. "I can promise you that." The naked lovers cradled each other, lost in thought, never to forget this day that changed everything. The Truth About Laura Ch. 05 Laura Hampton drove slowly home in the rain, her mind awhirl with questions. So much had happened since Thanksgiving. First, her parents separated. Her father, Cal, took an apartment closer to the university, enabling Laura to see him more often. This had its positive points -- the sex was getting better and better -- but also had its drawbacks. "I don’t want you to be a hooker anymore, Laura," he said as they nestled under the sheets that very morning. "I'm tired of this discussion, Dad. I'm making too much money to give it up now. Tuition's due in January, and I have car payments to make." "I'll pay all that," he said, kissing her softly. "I don't want to share you with anyone." "Would we be in bed right now if I weren't a call girl in the first place?" she reminded him, playing idly with his prick. "I wonder how long you could stand it." Cal stared at his lovely daughter, her gorgeous young breasts, the contour of her lithe, compact body outlined under the sheets of his bed. Laura's expert fingers were stroking him back to full erection, and he knew she'd win this argument again. "I can barely stand it now," he muttered as she nibbled on one of his nipples, sending a thrill straight to his balls. Laura could feel his dick stiffening in her hand, and her russet-haired head licked its way down to his rapidly expanding cock. Cal sighed as Laura's expert lips slid halfway down his hungry shaft. As always, the sight of his daughter's head bobbing up and down on his cock thrilled him and he lay on his back to give her room and to get a better view. But Laura surprised him by maneuvering her body over his, her hairy, glistening pussy inches above his face. Cal spread Laura's cheeks and lifted his head, his tongue penetrating her vulva, probing for her clit. Laura huffed a little when he found it, and for a few moments they used their tongues alone. Then Cal reached up and sank a finger into Laura's dark, furry pussy. Working tongue and fingers together, he soon recognized the familiar twitches and puffing sounds of pending orgasm. Laura lifted her head from Cal's dick as the first orgasm hit. "That's it, Daddy! Harder! Oh, yes!" Cal redoubled his efforts as his lovely daughter thrashed about on top of him, her hot breathing wafting over his dick even as she came again. "Oh, Daddy, you're the best!" she sighed as she came down from her intense orgasmic high. Able to breathe now, she took Cal's cock back into her mouth, holding it steady with one hand and gently, proficiently stimulating his balls with her long, sharp fingernails. Laura's tongue tickled the eye of his cock even as she teased the sperm that would soon erupt from it. There it was, that extra stiffening, the sure sign that Cal was getting ready to-- "Come! Oh, honey! Make me come!" Laura obliged, swallowing each hot spurt of semen as it splashed across her eager tongue. Down she went for more; he was her Daddy, and she always did her best for him, whether in the classroom or in the bedroom. Once he finished, Cal surprised her with a sudden plunge of his fingers into her pussy. "Daddy, what are … ohhh, Daddy," she cooed as he manipulated her into one more orgasm. Afterward, Laura lay next to her father, her soft brown hair spilled across his shoulder. "When can I see you again?" he asked. "I don't know," she said. "Finals are coming up, and I've got studying to do." But that wasn't the reason. Laura had heard very little from her mother or brother since Thanksgiving; since that hostile embrace her mother Marjorie had given her when she and Cal left, in fact. Cal denied telling Marjorie about their relationship: in fact, he told Laura, Marjorie's reason for the separation was that she needed some time by herself, and that maybe the marriage wasn't over after all. So it must have been Tim, even after she swore the horny little bastard to secrecy. But what had he told Mom? she wondered. Maybe Mom didn't know about her other life at all. What if she just heard me with Tim? She might save the situation, but if that's true, why kick Dad out? And why hasn't Tim at least sent me an e-mail? Laura didn't want to lose her mother for the sake of her father. She had to know what was going on. Luckily, business was a little slow right now, and Professor Johnson, who ran the operation, said it was all right for her to take the weekend off. She felt bad about not telling Cal, but she didn't want to take a chance that he might do something, well, stupid. The rain poured down harder as Laura swung her car into the driveway. She was barely able to keep her feet dry as she tippy-toed into the house through the garage door. The rain was coming down so hard that it drowned out the noise of the door opening. Even though it was only eight o'clock, no one seemed to be home. Yet Marjorie's car was in the driveway. Laura moved quietly through the first floor of the house; nobody in the kitchen, or the living room, or what had been Cal's den. Then she heard voices upstairs. One of the voices was Tim's, the other muffled. Padding softly on the steps, avoiding the step that always squeaked, she heard the familiar sound of her brother in full rut. To Laura's expert ear, it was obvious that someone was giving Tim a blow job. Mom must be away for the weekend, Laura thought. They're in her bedroom. I hope he's smart enough to change the sheets before she comes back. I wonder who she is? The door was open, and the room lit by a single soft nightstand lamp. Moving down the darkened hallway, she saw her naked brother sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes closed as a woman's head bobbled on his prick. The woman wore a black lace teddy and high heels; Laura herself had an outfit like that. As Laura tiptoed closer, she recognized the thick, dark halo of hair lit softly by the lamp, the familiar swimmer's figure, the long legs of the model she had been in her twenties, the shiny black heels she wore for special occasions. Oh, my God, thought Laura, it's Mom! Mom's giving Tim a blow job! How long has this been going on? Incredulous, Laura stared for a moment, and then stepped away. Tim, meanwhile, began to bounce his hips on his mother's bed, humping his dick deep into her face. Marjorie lifted her head for a moment and looked at her handsome son, tan and muscular, masturbating him with one hand and herself with the other. She smiled as she noticed the brick red lipstick smears she'd left along his six-inch shaft. "I'm so close, Mom," he breathed. "Just so you have some left for me," she replied, licking the head of his prick. "That'll never be a problem," he sighed. Marjorie tilted Tim's prick toward her face and back between her red lips to her moist tongue. The weeks since Thanksgiving had been the strangest of her life. Finding her children in bed together; allowing herself to be seduced by her son; kicking Cal out; and now trying every sexual experiment she could think of with her boy. Once they had broken the incest interdiction, Marjorie found herself unable to stop. She was like a long-dry alcoholic who'd started drinking again, wanting more and more, knowing she should not be doing it, loving it too much to care. "Mom!" Marjorie opened her jaws wider as Tim's prick spewed his hot young man's semen right down her eager slurping throat. His body shivered with effort as his prick pumped two, three, four more hot shots down her enthusiastic throat. "How was that?" she asked, looking upward. But Tim wasn't smiling down at her the way he usually did. He was looking at the doorway, his jaw open in disbelief. Marjorie turned and gasped at the sight: her gorgeous daughter Laura, in a black teddy and high heels that matched her own, standing in the doorframe, looking every bit the madam in the family bordello. "Laura!" they both cried. Laura boldly stepped into the room, walked to the other side of the bed and lay on her side, allowing her ample breasts to roll together. "To think I was terrified what you'd think of me," she purred. Marjorie turned away. "Oh, Laura, Laura, what's happened to you?" she asked. "I'm so--" Laura nodded to her brother, who wrapped his arms around his mother and nibbled her neck, sliding his hand down to her crotch and cupping her vulva. His dick rising again, Tim turned Marjorie around and kissed her deeply. Marjorie kissed him back and, without breaking the kiss, Tim placed her on the bed next to Laura. "Wh-- wh-- what … are we going to do?" their mother moaned as Tim loosened the teddy's straps and liberated her breasts. Tim took a nipple between his teeth as Laura took the other one. Marjorie could hardly believe her eyes as her son and daughter's fingers met in the middle. Tim sank his familiar fingers into Marjorie's cunt as Laura manipulated her clit. As always, Marjorie's misgivings were washed away as the sex went on. She had not had an orgasm tonight, but this-- I should be horrified by this, she thought as she felt a tongue explore between her legs; Tim's, knowing he owed her one. But she also felt another tongue, pressing between her lips. I'm French kissing my daughter! she thought with a thrill. This is so depraved! Sweet Jesus, is nothing beneath me? Laura broke the kiss and loosened the straps containing her own breasts. Generous and round, the nipples already hard, they fell out, almost touching Marjorie's. "They look just alike, Mom," Laura said, reaching down and manipulating her mother's clit as her brother's tongue probed the inside of Marjorie's cunt. "Oh, God!" Marjorie barked. "No, we can't! We shouldn't! Oh, Jesus, lower!" Laura kissed her mother again as Marjorie's body began to quiver with pleasure. Thrashing on the bed now, she tore her face away from her daughter's so she could breathe even as the siblings coordinated their efforts to bring Marjorie a thrill she'd never forget. "Let it go, Mom!" Laura urged. "Mmmm-hmmm," Tim agreed. Crying out, Marjorie clamped her legs around Tim's shoulders and Laura's fingers chugged away until Marjorie almost pulled a muscle. Conflicting feelings of shame and desire coursed through her veins, and she turned away from this lusty stranger with her daughter's face. But Tim crawled up beside her, his prick standing tall, demanding attention, resting in the cleft of her crotch. For a moment, the mother and children lay together, allowing Marjorie to recover. Laura reached over, tugged on Tim's prick, brought him between mother and daughter, and rolled him onto his back. "What are we going to do?" the half-stunned Marjorie asked. "My turn," Laura said simply, straddling her brother and sinking down his hot, scarlet length. "Ohh, Laura," he sighed. Once she had her brother's cock right where she wanted it, Laura took her mother's hands and pulled her close. Marjorie understood and her cunt hovered above Tim's face. He knew his oral duties were not finished yet. The women's lips met, and then their breasts as they explored each other's bodies. With a mischievous smile, Laura cupped her boobs together and rubbed her nipples against her mother's once she broke their kiss. "Oh, sweet Jesus!" Marjorie gasped as Laura's stiff nubs sent jolts of bliss between the two of them. "I've never felt like this before! Where did you learn that?" "During a threesome with one of the other girls," Laura replied, leaning forward to give Tim more room. She bobbed up and down on Tim's prick as he tongued away at their mother. Now the women played with each other's boobs, Marjorie's the larger, kept firm through swimming and exercise, Laura's flush with youth and energy. Mother and daughter stared deeply into each other's eyes, bound together now in a way neither ever thought possible, and in the minds of both visions of the future began to grow. Laura's experience had taught her certain signs, and she knew what she wanted: a three-way simultaneous orgasm. Marjorie was already breathing hard, still feeling the effects of the last one; Laura was almost ready. But could Tim hold out? Laura felt the first stirrings as she danced on her brother's stiff, slick prick. Gently, she reached between Marjorie's legs and began to masturbate her, helping her brother bring their mother's pleasure home. Then she felt the always recognizable extra stiffness when a prick was about to fill her pussy. Just in time, Laura got her wish. Tim jammed his prick all the way into Laura's cunt and held it there as his balls let go. Marjorie and Laura cried and shuddered together with bliss, embracing as they came together once, twice, more. Eventually, Tim eased himself out from under the two women and said, "I can't feel my tongue. I don't think I'll be able to eat for a week." The women laughed, but Marjorie withdrew from her children and moved to the edge of the bed. "What's wrong, Mom?" Laura asked, giving her a hug. Marjorie sighed. "In the last month, everything I ever believed in is gone," she said. "I've lost my husband, fucked my son like a demented nymphomaniac, my daughter's a hooker and now I think I'm bisexual. I'm a whore, just like you." Laura nodded, her pretty face free of expression. "No, you're not, Mom," she said softly. "But would you like to be?" *** New Year's Eve, and the old mansion outside of town that served as Professor Johnson's brothel was prepared for a swinging evening. "Marge, you take my breath away," said the professor, after Marjorie agreed to give the call girl's life a try. "You'd be amazed at the number of young guys who want an older woman. Let's start at the next party and see how it goes." So now Marjorie Hampton, tall and regal in a white evening gown, joined her equally elegant daughter in the parlor, where the girls were sipping champagne. "Nervous?" asked Laura. "Just a little," Marjorie said. "I don’t know whether to thank you or kill you." "I've arranged a special client for you," said Laura. "Then you'll know. Head upstairs. Here's the key to Suite 13." Marjorie nervously climbed the stairs, twisting the key in her hand. She loved sex, always had, and now it was safe to admit it. After what she had done with her children, how could she possibly object to Laura's lifestyle? Besides, the pragmatic side could hardly argue with the money. It certainly beat trying to sell real estate in this market. The door opened into a stylish bedroom, with a small bar on the dresser, a Victorian four-poster bed, Maxfield Parrish paintings on the walls, and a man on a love seat, waiting. "Cal!" "Marjorie?" The two stared at each other, and burst into laughter. "I never expected--" he began, but Marjorie placed her fingers on his mouth and said, "I know who you were expecting." Cal kissed his wife for the first time since she had thrown him out. "So you're the special client," she said. "I ought to strangle you." "So all of a sudden you're the working girl here," he replied. "How'd that happen?" "Laura set it up," she replied. "I know all about the two of you." "I see. Well, I know about the three of you. It seems that we've worked out the gold vein of depravity." Marjorie poured two shots of neat Scotch and handed him one. "And now?" she asked. "Well, I've lived my fantasy, and it seems you're living yours," replied Cal. "If you're willing to forget everything, then so am I. I miss you, and I want you back." They knocked back their liquor, and, for the first time in a long time, kissed as lovers. Cal never called his wife "Laura" again. END The Truth About Lauren "How does she keep her job?" Rachel asked, staring at the brunette receptionist as she picked up a bunch of files for the forth time in the past hour. "She keeps her job", Greg replied, "Because she gives good head" "What?" "She's a good cocksucker. That's why we keep her around". Rachel continued to stare at the brunette as Greg walked off. Was it true? Did Lauren only have a job because she was an excellent cocksucker and the men in the office knew it? Now that Rachel thought about it, it seemed so obvious. Lauren was always being invited on business trips to take notes when Rachel, who was a better employee and had been working for the company longer, was lumped with tedious paperwork that kept her at the office well into the night. Rachel's curiosity kept one eye following Lauren all the time over the next few days, trying to see if what Greg had told her really was true. It was easy to spy on Lauren. She had never been the most perceptive person. However, despite her somewhat unintelligent nature, Rachel found it impossible to prove she really was sucking guys off all over the office. There was no streak of cum on her cheek, no smudged lipstick, not even slightly messy hair. The only hint as to what was really happening at the various 'meetings' was the unexplained grins on the men's faces afterwards. Now that Rachel was looking, she could see that a man would be quite lucky to get a blowjob from a girl like Lauren. She had the face of an angel, with bright blue eyes and a cute button nose. Her lips looked so soft, always colored pink. Her silky, chocolate brown hair hung naturally around her shoulders in waves. However, even with this, her perfect skin and her curved figure, Lauren's greatest physical assets were her breasts. A full d-cup, they were perfectly round and firm, her 23 year old body not showing an inch of sag. Rachel always saw men passing Lauren's desk staring shamelessly down the front of her blouse. It finally happened one Friday night. Working late, Rachel noticed a light on in one of the offices. When she went to turn it off, she heard voices. She nearly fell over herself when she peered in the door. Lauren was kneeling in front of one of the executives, named James. His pants were around his ankles and his cock was standing tall, Lauren's beautiful hand wrapped around it, spiraling up and down all 8 inches. He groaned as she leaned in and kissed the head tenderly. She smiled up at him sarcastically as said, "I haven't even really done anything yet". And with that she took the first 3 inches into her mouth and sucked deeply. She then began to move her lips expertly along the shaft, only ever working the first 3 or 4 inches while her hands delicately fondled his testicles. She was every bit as good as Greg had said. The penis was almost an extension of her lips and her fluid movements were artistic, like a dance. A beautiful dance of expert oral sex. Rachel was mesmerized by the way Lauren worked a cock that she would have had difficulty fitting in her mouth. The blowjob had only been going 30 seconds and already James' breathing was heavy. Even though his cock was now completely in Lauren's mouth, he could see her smiling around it as she realized he was close to cumming. She drove hard, her tongue twisting in seemingly impossible ways, her lips sliding up and down like a jackhammer. No one was that good! How did she do it? This is what was running through James' head as he came. Hard. It was the most explosive orgasm he had ever had and Lauren knew it. It always was with every guy she had ever blown. From where Rachel stood it was impossible to tell who was more satisfied – the man who had just gotten the greatest blowjob of his life from an unbelievably stunning young woman, or the goddess-like woman, who looked to be in total ecstasy as a cock slipped from her lips and she swallowed what was obviously a huge load of creamy cum. James then leaned in to kiss her, only to receive a sharp slap to the face. "I sucked your filthy dick! Isn't that enough?!?" Rachel was nearly knocked flat by Lauren as she stormed out of the room and down the hall, buttoning up her blouse. To be continued… The Truth About Life after Death After contributing so many pieces on the ways of the flesh to this site, I thought I might contribute at least one piece of the ways of the soul to provide some balance. (This subject is what I focus on my other life.) Do you survive the death of the physical body? That depends on what you are. You may not be what you think you are. You, like Scrooge, may need to awaken from three dreams. The Truth About Life after Death If our true self is Atman, pure consciousness, is there any Brahman, any larger Consciousness for it to merge in, or be identical with? In recent times, most scientists have turned their backs to the concept of Deity and a Creator. Arguments for a Designer have largely been abandoned as regressive. After all, if there was a Designer, who designed Him? If there was a "preuniverse," then what preceded that? The noted mathematician and physicist Sir James Jeans, pondering the subtleties of the mathematics of laws of physics and the seeming dependence of material events upon observation by conscious minds, observed, that the "universe begins to look more like a great thought than a great machine" (Jeans, 1937, p. 122). Another great physicist, Sir Arthur Eddington, remarked, "the stuff of the world is mind-stuff" (Eddington, 1920/1959, p. 200). Indeed, the base reality of the world appears to be one of quantum probability waves inhabiting an abstract, multidimensional mathematical space rather than the solid, marble-like electron and protons zipping around in a four-dimensional spacetime continuum that we imagine to be the firm underpinnings of our material existence. The mathematical complexity and beauty of the laws of the quantum mechanics are remarkable. It does indeed seem as though the Creator is, as both Jeans and Einstein thought, a great mathematician. As Henry Stapp says, under quantum mechanics, the world has "an essentially 'idea-like' structure" (Stapp, 2005, p. 73). Stapp's remarks are echoed in an editorial in Nature, the flagship journal of orthodox science, in which Richard Conn Henry points out that modern physics has demonstrated that the universe is "entirely mental" in nature and that "nothing exists but observations" (Henry, 2005, p.29). But if the universe is a thought, whose thought is it anyway? In recent years, a seemingly endless succession of physicists have observed that the laws of the universe and the initial conditions set at the time of its creation seem extraordinarily finally tuned to support the evolution of complex life forms and hence conscious observers (see Barrow & Tipler, 1986, or Livio and Rees, 2005). This seeming evidence of intelligent design is often referred to as the anthropic principle. Was the universe created as a vast cosmic amusement park? And why go to trouble of designing such an elaborate "roadside attraction" unless One intended to enjoy it Oneself, if only vicariously? Are our individual consciousnesses just aspects of the Creator's (or Creators') consciousness, lost in an unimaginable form of contemplation of the myriad creatures It has managed to generate from Its mathematical inventions, much as we may become lost in the adventures of a goldfish in the bowl in our living room? The anthropic principle is based on the observation that the laws and initial conditions of the universe must be extremely fine-tuned to support life as we know it (i.e. carbon-based life forms). But there may be other forms of life (e.g., nucleon-based) that may arise under different conditions. Also, there may be multiple universes created, so that we necessarily find ourselves in a universe capable of supporting conscious observers, with initial conditions and laws that would seem improbable had only one universe been created with a random assortment of physical laws and initial conditions. Guth and Kaiser (2005), for instance, note that cosmic inflation (the currently favored model of cosmogenesis) may produce "pocket universes" in each of which the fundamental laws of physics might be different. Again, we of necessity inhabit a pocket universe that is capable of supporting the existence of conscious observers. Still, one must explain the laws and initial conditions that gave rise to cosmic inflation in the first place. One might imagine that a consciousness so complex and vast as to be able to create (perhaps literally dream up) such a startlingly wonderful (and frightening) world as this one might well become bored with its omniscience and may wish to lose itself in its creation, if only temporarily. It may need to fragment itself and temporarily shed much of its omniscience to accomplish this. We too might well begin to stagnate and become bored if we were to somehow become immortal and become trapped in our present bodies and mired in our present personalities and situation for all eternity. Death may be the rope thrown to free us from the quicksand of our current identities. The Truth About Life after Death It is likely that spheres of consciousness are, just like electrons and quarks, continually being recycled, joining first one aggregate body and then another. We are somehow stuck to our brains like an oxygen atom stuck to two hydrogen atoms. But it is likely that such centers enter and leave the brain at times other than birth and death. The idea that the conscious self enters into the body at some time shortly after conception and then persists in that body until death is just an aspect of the illusion produced by identifying ourselves as the Person. We are not the Person, we are not even Atman (in the sense of a sphere of pure consciousness inhabiting the body from birth until death), and are likely no longer Brahman (although it is possible that we were once conjoined in an aggregate of consciousnesses that may have somehow "designed" the world, implemented that design, and are now walking through our "art gallery"). As we have seen, through replacement of atoms, the body we inhabit today is a totally different body from that of a decade age and the spheres of consciousness that inhabit it (including ourselves) are likely themselves different as well. There is no Person in the sense of a continuing aggregation of matter or a continuing self. The Person is likely to be, as Blackmore and Dennett insist, a story we tell ourselves. However, it is a useful story, just like the story of my car or my kitchen table. It helps credit card companies to obtain payments for purchases we made the preceding month and guides our interactions with former classmates at a high school reunion. But in an absolute sense, the Person is only a cognitive construct, a very vivid hallucination. We may be eternal (or least outlast the Energizer Bunny), but "we" (the People) have only a momentary time in the sun and may only be cognitive constructs, much like the ever-changing body of water that is now called the Mississippi River. We cling to our present form of existence thinking that there is no other, but when you stop to think about the matter, human bodies, with their ills, needs and subjugation into mindless repetitive jobs, may not be the best places in the universe to inhabit. In fact, they may be "mini-Hells," aberrations in Great Cosmic Scheme. But we may not inhabit such Hells (or such Heavens as there might be) for as long as we think. The best thing for us to do is likely to take the poet Robert Frost's advice and momentarily stop the "horses" we are currently riding to enjoy the beauty of the falling snow. As Frost suggests, there may be miles to go (although perhaps not so many as one might think) before we sleep (and enter yet another dream). The Truth About Maggie "Put it against the wall" I told the two guys who carried in the dresser." I went back to hanging the pictures on the wall. Tom came in with two suitcases and asked me where I wanted them. "Put them on the floor in front of the bed. When you bring in the stuff on hangers just put them in the closet." When I finished with the pictures I put the suitcases on the bed and then emptied them into the dresser drawers. Tom and the other two guys -- Mike and Phil -- brought in the rest of the boxes and I had them put the stuff in the closet. Phil handed me a travel case and said: "This is the last of it." I took the case from him and then told the three of them that I'd meet them at Murphy's Tavern in half an hour. I emptied the case and put the items on top of the dresser, arranged them neatly and stepped back to look around. I moved a few items to give things a more uniform appearance and then took a look around the room. Satisfied with what I saw I turned and left and went to meet my buddies at Murphy's. +++++++++++++++++++ I was on my second beer when my cell phone went off. I looked at the screen and saw that the call was from my wife. I flipped it open and said: "Hello?" "Rob? I'm at the house and I can't get in. The garage door opener isn't working and none of my keys will fit into the locks." "Not surprising Maggie since you don't live there anymore." "Of course I live here." "Where are you Maggie?" "I'm at the house." "I mean where are you standing right now?" "On the front porch." "Look around. You should see a man approaching. His instructions were to wait until he saw you take out your cell phone and make a call before telling you what is going on." "There is a man coming up the walk right now." "He will answer all of your questions Maggie. Goodbye." Five minutes later my cell phone chirped again and again it was my wife. "Rob? What the hell is this nonsense about divorce?" "No nonsense Maggie. I just decided that it was time to get rid of a cheating wife." "Don't be stupid Rob. I have never cheated on you." "I'm not being stupid Maggie; what I am is no longer stupid and blind. Don't bother calling me again. You have been served and the papers have my attorney's name and phone number on them. Any communication between us from now on will have to go through him. And by the way, I moved all of your things out of the house and moved them over to your lover's place. Goodbye Maggie." I disconnected, waved over the waitress and ordered us another round. +++++++++++++++++++++++++ It started with a phone call from Tom. He asked me to meet him for a drink after work. Tom had been my best friend since the first day of seventh grade. It had been an immediate bond and we had been inseparable all the way through high school. After graduating I went to college and earned a degree in Business Management and Tom joined the Navy. He served his hitch and when he got out we reconnected. We saw each once or twice a week and a month didn't go by that we didn't have a cook out in either his back yard or mine. I met him at Murphy's Tavern. He was already there seated at a table in the back and I waved at Sally as I walked by the bar and she immediately popped the top on a Coors and handed it to Sherri to bring over to me. I sat down opposite Tom and said: "What's up?" "It ain't good bud and I'm not going to come off looking too good here so I need to set the stage. Remember how we were in high school? If a girl didn't put out on the first date she didn't get a second one and our philosophy was if she did put out on the first date the first wasn't enough and four was too many?" "Yeah, but that is ancient history." "Yes and no. What it did was convince me that sex was entertainment. It was fun. It wasn't to take seriously. You know and I know you know that Barb and I are swingers. We keep it away from the people we know, unless they approach us on it, and just swing with groups from out of town. Barb thinks just like I do. Sex is fun. Sex is meant to be enjoyed. It has nothing to do with love and devotion. I love Barb to death and everyone knows it and it does not bother me to see her enjoy herself with someone else because I know she will be going home with me and will spend her life trying to spoil me rotten" "What does that have to do with me?" "I'm getting to it. When I got out of the Navy we didn't chase women like we used to. For one thing I had met Barb and had decided she was the one for me and you were dating Maggie. And then of course there was the fact that we were older and a little more grown up. I married Barb and you married Maggie and the next six years flew happily by until two weeks ago." "What happened two weeks ago?" "Two weeks ago you sat here at this very same table and after three or four beers you told me that you felt that there was something wrong in your marriage and then you said, and I quote, "If I didn't know better I would say Maggie is cheating on me." Remember that?" "Yeah, I do." "Well Rob, that is what brings me here today. Maggie is cheating on you." "You've got to be kidding?" "I'm not. Maggie has been cheating on you." "You are serious?" "As serious as death." "How long have you known?" "That's a hard question to give a straight answer to." "Damn it Tom, you brought it up so get to it." "Okay. I've known for two weeks. She has been cheating on you since before you got married." "Have you been drinking all day?" "Of course not. Why the hell would you ask that?" "Because what you said makes absolutely no sense. You have only known for two weeks, but you know she was cheating before we got married. We got married over six years ago Tom." "I know what she has been doing since before you were married. But I've only known it was cheating since our talk two weeks ago. This is the part where I don't come off looking too good. Given how much we were alike way back when I just naturally assumed that you were like me; sex was fun, sex was entertainment. Sex wasn't any big deal and it had nothing to do with love, devotion and stuff like that. "I knew you weren't like me and Barb, but that didn't mean you didn't have your own ways. Some guys like to watch their wives with other men. Some guys like to send the wife out to play and then listen to her talk about it when she gets home. A lot of guys get a kick out of having a slut for a wife and then there are guys who can't keep up with their wives sexually and to keep the peace in the family they let her go out and play. There are guys who don't care what the wife does as long as she always comes home to them. I assumed that you were one of those kinds of guys." "Why in the hell would you assume something like that?" "Why wouldn't I? Maggie has been doing it at least twice a week for over six years so how could you not know? I mean come on Rob. I can see hiding cheating for six or maybe eight months, but six years? I assumed you had to know and just like you knew about Barb and me and never mentioned it I never mentioned it to you about what I thought you and Maggie had going. And now comes the "As well as you know me and you can think that about me" am I right?" I looked at him thoughtfully for a few moments and then said, "No, not at all. If it has been going on as long as you say I can see the reasoning behind your thinking. What I can't believe is that it could have been going on as long as it has and I didn't have a clue. It has only been over the last month or so that I began to feel that something wasn't right. So I guess the obvious questions now are who, when and where." I listened as Tom told me everything that he knew for sure, everything that he suspected and everything he had heard from others. When he was done I sat there shaken to my very core. "What are you going to do?" Tom asked. "Get some proof and then burn the bitch's ass." +++++++++++++++++++++ As I drove home I thought back to when I'd met Maggie. My brother Jerry and his wife Christina had invited me over for a Sunday afternoon barbecue and I'd no sooner walked in the door than Christina grabbed me by the arm and told me that she had someone she wanted me to meet. It wasn't the first time Christy had tried playing matchmaker. Whoever the candidate was that day she would be the seventh since my breakup with Marsha. Marsha had been my long term girlfriend (three years worth) until the day she told me that she was going out on a date with another guy on Saturday. She picked a really bad time to do it. I had the ring in my pocket and had intended to propose that night. I just looked at her for several very long seconds and then I said: "I hope you have a nice time" and I took the ring box out of my pocket, opened it, looked at the ring and then said, "I guess I'll return this tomorrow." I got up from where I had been sitting and walked away from her as she cried: "Wait Rob, wait." She called me two or three times a day for the next two weeks, but I never took her calls and eventually she stopped calling. Anyway, there was Chrissy trying to set me up with another "girl who is just perfect for you." I'd told her more than once not to do it anymore, but she never listened. She didn't understand that I didn't want another girl in my life at that time. I was still hurting from Marsha. I pulled my arm away from Crissy's hand and said, "No Christina, not this time" and I walked away from her to go find the beer. There were maybe two dozen people there and I knew at least half of them. As I made the rounds and socialized I checked out the women present just to see if I could guess which one Christina wanted to saddle me with. Christina must have thought there was a specific type I would be interested in and all of the previous seven (none of whom I would have gone after if I was looking for Marsha's replacement) were pretty much the same so I was looking for another one like them. I could not see anyone who fit the type. I did however spot a raven haired beauty who made my pulse speed up. She was surrounded by guys one of whom was no doubt the husband, fiancée or boyfriend. No way in the world that someone hadn't latched onto that. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I set my empty beer bottle on a table and walked over to where the gorgeous woman was holding court. I walked up and said to the woman: "Excuse me for interrupting, but Christina sent me over here to get you." "And you are?" "I'm Rob. Christina is my sister." "Well we must not keep her waiting. Lead on." I noticed that she had been drinking white wine and I walked her over to the makeshift bar and offered to refill her glass. "I thought we were going to see Christina." "No, what I said was that Christina sent me to get you." "Are you going to explain that to me?" "When I got here Christina told me that there was some one here that she wanted me to meet. Her exact words were "She is just perfect for you Rob." She was grabbed by someone before she could introduce me to 'this perfect lady' so I walked around looking and there you were." She gave me an appraising glance and then said, "And you knew right away I was perfect for you?" "I could see it from all the way from the other side of the room." Just then Christina walked up to us. "Oh good, you found each other. Maggie this is Rob; Rob meet Maggie O'neil." Maggie and I both broke out laughing and Chrissy gave us a confused look and said: "What? What did I say? Why are you laughing?" Still chuckling I said, "I forgive you Chrissy. I think this time you got it right." "This time?" Maggie asked. "A long story and I'll tell you all about it on our first date which I'm hoping will be tomorrow." It was and it began a courtship that ended six months later when Maggie and I exchanged our vows in front of a municipal judge with Christina and my brother Jerry as witnesses. +++++++++++++++ It took every ounce of my self control to act normally when I got home. Maggie greeted me with a kiss and told me that dinner would be ready in twenty minutes. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and went into the family room, turned on the TV and tuned it to Fox News. As I listened to the talking heads drone on and on about inconsequential bullshit I sat there and wondered how Maggie could tell me day after day that she loved me while all the time cheating on me behind my back. Six years! Actually it was more than six years since she was doing it while we were still dating. Tuesdays, Thursdays, some Saturdays and always whenever I went out of town on business trips is what Tom had told me. Tuesday was card night with the girls she went to college with; sorority sisters that she stayed in touch with. Thursday was book club night at the library. That meant that as soon as dinner was over she was going to kiss me, tell me not to wait up and she would leave to play bridge except that now I knew that thirty minutes after kissing me she would be lying on a bed with her legs spread for her lovers. Yes, not lover, but lovers. I got my kiss and as soon as she was gone I was on the Internet. It took me a little less than five minutes to find what I wanted. A credit card number and a couple of key clicks and what I wanted would be delivered to my office within three working days. I looked at my watch and saw that I still had time to get to Radio Shack before it closed. By the time Maggie got home from 'bridge' the house phone had a tap on it and I was in bed pretending to be asleep. Even though before we had often made love when Maggie came home from her card nights on those occasions I had never known I was the second or third that night. While I would have sex with Maggie on some nights -- not to do so would raise a red flag -- I would never again let myself follow some one else. In the mornings I usually left for work before Maggie and I almost always got home after she did so I had no chance to check on the phone tap until Thursday evening when Maggie left the house for her so-called book club meeting. Wednesday morning Maggie had called her mother and had talked for about five minutes and then: "Hi. You okay?" "I'm fine." "You didn't seem like your usual self last night." "I guess I'm just a little worried." "About what?" "Rob. He's acting a little funny." "You think he knows or suspects something?" "I don't know. It is just a feeling I have. I don't have anything concrete, just a feeling." "You want to cancel tomorrow night?" "No because if he is suspicious I'm afraid it would make him curious as to why all of a sudden after years of going I suddenly stopped. I guess we have to keep it like business as usual. Both of you need to stay on your toes and make sure that you don't do anything that will give us away." "I'll tell him. We don't want it to get out either." There was only one call on Thursday. "Hi." "Hi yourself. We still on for tonight?" "Wouldn't miss it." "Love you." "Love you too baby; see you in an hour." Once again I was faking being asleep when Maggie came home and it took all I had in me not to flinch when she cuddled up next to me on the bed. +++++++++++++++ Friday my package arrived. I opened it and familiarized myself with the directions. It was a wireless mini-camera disguised as a book. It was motion activated and sent its signal to a receiver that could be up to three hundred feet away. According to Tom my wife and her lovers sometimes used our house when I was away on business. I suspect that it was so that Maggie could be home if I called. My plan was to set the book in place the next time I went out of town and hope that Maggie did her thing at our place. As I was putting the unit into the trunk of my car I was thinking about Tuesday's phone call. I needed to get my head out of my ass and make damned sure that Maggie got over that "feeling" she was having and there was only one way to do it. When I got home Maggie was in the kitchen fixing dinner. I walked up behind her, reached around her and cupped her tits in my hands and said: "Turn off the stove. I'm having desert first tonight." "Is this desert going to be cream filled?" "I wouldn't be at all surprised." She twisted the knobs to the two lit burners to the 'off' position and I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I made it a point to do it again Saturday morning and Sunday night and hopefully that took care of uneasiness. +++++++++++++++++ Monday I told Maggie that I would be going to San Diego for four days the following week. Tuesday I even bit the bullet and waited up for her and we had sex (no love making, just sex) before falling asleep. Her telephone conversations never again contained mentions that Maggie thought I was behaving strangely. Friday I listened to the tape from the tap and heard that Maggie would be visiting her lovers before going to her standing appointment with her hairdresser and I heard what I'd hoped to hear. "I suppose we will be doing it at your place next week while he is gone?" "Of course. You know I have to be here when Rob makes his nightly check in call." "I can't wait for next week. No hurrying, no rushing to get you home. I love it when we can spend the whole night together." "I do too baby." "I have to be going. I need to get hubby's dinner on the stove." We had sex Friday night, Sunday afternoon and the then on Monday morning I left on my trip. As I kissed Maggie goodbye I was aware of the fact that if the book camera worked as advertised and caught what I expected it to catch Maggie and I would no longer be living together a week from then. +++++++++++++++++ The camera did do its job, but it didn't catch both of Maggie's lovers. It confused me at first since I had expected to have footage of both of them, but then I shrugged it off since I had more than enough for my purpose. I tried to act normally around Maggie over the weekend. I met Tom for a beer on Saturday and we made our plans for Monday. At ten o'clock, well after Maggie had left for work, Tom, Phil, Mike and I met at my house and moved everything of Maggie's out. At eleven the locksmith was there and all the locks were changed and the garage door opener was reprogrammed. The previous week I had seen an attorney and got the paperwork started on the divorce, but we held off on serving the papers until I had the visual proof that I wanted. Monday morning I called him and told him to have them served. ++++++++++++++++ Phil and Mike had already gone so it was just Tom and I sitting at Murphy's when Tom said: "Ready or not its show time." My brother Jerry stormed up to where we were sitting. He was boiling mad and he said: "You bastard! What do you mean by suing Christina and me for alienation of affections. Are you fucking crazy?" "No, but you must have been to think you could get away with it for ever." "You are out of your mind if yo..." "Get the fuck out of here Jerry while you can still do it under your own power." "Don't threaten me you little asshole." (Jerry was six three and I was only five eleven so I was little to him). I stood up and hit him. I caught him right on the chin and he went glassy eyed and started to stagger and I hit him twice more and he fell to the floor (I'd already warned Gus behind the bar what was likely to happen and he just kept drying glasses). I looked down at Jerry and then I kicked him in the crotch and was drawing back to kick him again when Tom pulled me back. "Enough bud. I think he has a pretty good idea of how you feel. I don't know if he has the balls to charge you with assault, but let's not make it any worse than it is." Jerry was struggling to get up when I said, "Mom and dad are going to be so proud of you." The Truth About Maggie "You wouldn't dare." "I'm having dinner with them Wednesday night and they are bound to ask me why Maggie isn't there with me. Want to guess what I'm going to tell them? Oh, by the way; I took the key you gave me when you asked me to watch your place when you were on vacation and used it to get into your house and move all of Maggie's shit into your spare bedroom. She can stay there all the time now instead of just Tuesdays and Thursdays." I turned to Tom and said, "Let's get the hell out of here." I waved at Gus and he waved back and we left. ++++++++++++++++++++ Maggie's car was parked in the drive when I got home and she was sitting in it waiting for me. I hit the button on the garage door opener, edged around Maggie, pulled into the garage and hit the button to close the door. Maggie got out of her car and ran to try and get in the garage before the door closed but didn't make it. I went on into the house hoping that she would go away but knowing that she wouldn't. The front door bell started ringing and I knew it would keep ringing until I went to the door so I decided to just get it over with. I had foreseen the eventuality and after the locksmith was done I locked the screen doors on the front and back doors and the patio. I opened the door and Maggie tried to pull the screen door open, but it wouldn't budge. "Let me in Rob." "Nothing in here for you Maggie. All of your stuff has been moved over to Jerry and Christina's place. You live in their spare bedroom now. It will save on the travel time you used to have to spend on Tuesdays and Thursdays." "We need to talk Rob." "No we don't. The time for the talk should have been the day I asked you to marry me. What should have happened on that day is that you should have said: "Oh gee Rob; I don't know. I have long term lovers that I don't want to give up. If you can see your way clear to share me with them of course I will marry you." "I would have said sorry no thanks and we could have been spared what we are going through right now." "I need to explain Rob." "Probably" I said as I cut her off, "But while you feel the need to explain I don't feel the need to listen. All talking is through my attorney from now on" and I closed the door in her face. Maggie beat on the door for another fifteen or twenty minutes, but I just turned the volume up on the TV and ignored her. ++++++++++++++ The next day started out badly and then got worse. I was making my morning coffee when the phone rang. It was Jerry. "We need to talk Rob. You've got the wrong idea. Things are not what you think they are and you need to let me explain." "Maggie used the same words last night and I'll tell you just what I told her. You may feel the need to explain, but I have no need or desire to hear it. Stay out of my life Jerry. Don't call, don't come to see me, don't send me emails or snail mail. As far as I'm concerned you are dead to me and I don't ever want to see you or hear your voice again." I hung up on him and then began building myself a breakfast. I was still simmering from the call from Jerry when the phone rang again. It was my mother. "Don't forget that you are coming over for dinner tomorrow night. Your Aunt Grace is going to be in town tomorrow and I'm having the whole family over for dinner." "Will Jerry and Christina be there?" "Of course." "Then I'll have to pass." "Why on earth would you say that?" "Jerry and Christina are no longer in my life and if you want to know why ask them about their six year sexual affair with Maggie." "Oh my God Rob; you can't mean that." "Unfortunately I do." "Sis years? But you have only been married six years." "Apparently it was going on even before Maggie and I got married." "Oh baby, I'm so sorry." "Give my love to Aunt Grace and make up some excuse as to why I can't be there. I'll talk to you later." I hated like hell putting my mom in the position of having to juggle family events to allow for the fact that I would not ever be where Jerry was, but I would have had to tell her eventually why I never showed up for dinners and the like so sooner rather than later was my decision. That and the fact that the sooner she knew the sooner she could go after Jerry. After disconnecting from mom I started going through the house making a list of what I needed to do to make the house more marketable. I was under no illusion about keeping the house. For one thing we lived in a state where no fault divorce was the norm so the house would need to be sold because we would have to split the proceeds. For another the house was way too big for one person. We had bought the big four bedroom with a future family in mind. The plan had been to start having children when we reached thirty. Until thirty we wanted to be free to go places and do things that we knew wouldn't be possible when children came along. Now I was glad we had waited. Putting kids through a divorce is never a good thing. I was on the patio looking at what needed to be done in the back yard when a voice behind me said, "Afternoon Rob." I turned and saw Christina standing there. "What do you want?" "To talk. You won't talk to Maggie or Jerry so I thought I'd try. At least I don't think you'll hit me like you did Jerry." "No need to talk Christina. You don't have anything that I either want or need to hear." "Since when have I been Christina? It has always been Chrissy or Chris." "That was before I found out about you stabbing me in the back for the last six years." "It isn't wha..." "Don't try to bullshit me Christina. I wired the house before my last out of town trip. I have it all on DVD Christina so save your lies. Now please leave. I won't hit you like I hit Jerry, but if you don't leave on your own I'll pick you up and carry you off my property." "You do that and I'll file assault charges against you. You can call the cops and have them evict me from your property, but if you touch me without my permission I'll burn you." I locked eyes with her and held my gaze on her as I took out my cell phone. "So be it" I said as I started pushing buttons on the phone. "What are you doing?" "Taking your advice and calling the cops." "Damn it Rob; why won't you be reasonable and hear me out?" "Because I don't want to." "All right, all right, I'll go" and she turned and walked around the side of the house and out the gate. I disconnected the call and went back to scoping out the yard. +++++++++++++++++++ I spent the next two days refusing to take Maggie's phone calls at work, on the home phone or my cell. My evenings at home were spent on the projects I had listed as being needed to get the house in saleable shape. I was in the downstairs bathroom working on a leaking shower door when I heard a loud noise from the kitchen. I went there and got there in time to see Maggie climbing in through a broken window. "What the hell are you doing here?" "Getting into my house. Since my key won't work any more this is the way I've .chosen to do it." "You aren't supposed to be here." "This is my house just as much as it is yours and just because you say I don't live here any more doesn't make it so. You really should have looked for a better lawyer Rob. Your divorce paperwork doesn't say anything about who gets the primary residence pending the decision of the court. That has been corrected by the way. I saw an attorney and he told me that absent such wording in your divorce petition I have as much right to be here as you do. My petition has the proper wording in it so after you are served you will have to move out." "Your petition?" "I'm countersuing." "On what grounds?" "We are no fault Rob so I don't need grounds but my attorney said it would be wise to put in a reason so I'm claiming extreme mental cruelty." "How are you going to prove that?" "I don't need to prove it Rob. That's what no fault means. I simply say that I want out because of mental cruelty and if there are no extenuating circumstances the paperwork is rubber and it is done." "But it isn't true." "So?" "So it becomes public record and if anyone for any reason does a records search I'll come out looking less than good." "So?" "Okay, if that's the way you want to play it I'll talk to my lawyer tomorrow and have him change my petition from Irreconcilable Differences to Adultery and we will see how you come out looking if your name turns up in a records search and just to make it interesting I have proof of my claim and you don't." "You don't have any proof." "Oh but I do. A little birdie told me that you were cheating on me so I wired the house before I went on my last business trip. I have you on a DVD in living color cheating on me in our bedroom and on our bed." "Is that what this is all about? Me and Chrissy?" "And Jerry." "Jerry? What has Jerry got to do with it?" "Don't play dumb Margaret Estelle. You know damned well what Jerry has to do with it. The three of you stabbing me in the back since before we were even married." I saw something come over her face, like someone had suddenly turned on a light bulb. "Oh no, oh no Rob; you have it all wrong. There is absolutely nothing going on between me and Jerry. There has never been anything between me and Jerry. Between me and Chris yes, but never Jerry." "That's not the story I got. You visit Jerry and Christina every Tuesday and Thursday when you are supposed to be playing cards and going to book club meetings." "Sometimes Jerry is home and sometimes he isn't. Even when he is home he stays in his den or works in the basement. Jerry has never been part of what Chris and I do. He knows about it of course, but he also knows that Chrissy loves him and is never going to go looking for another man and knowing that he lets her have her little pleasures." "So you admit to cheating on me." "Of course not. Cheating implies that I'm taking something away from you and giving it to some one else." "And that is just what you were doing." "No I was not. Did I ever say no to you when you wanted to make love except for when I had my monthly? No I didn't and even then I always gave you head if you wanted it. And who was the instigator half of the time we made love? I was. Has our sex life suffered because of my time with Chris? No it hasn't. We are still making love four and five times a week. Ask our married friends how they are doing and I'll bet you that the average is twice a week. Can you point to any one thing over the past six years that would show that I didn't love you or care for you?" I was silent on that so she went on. "No you can not. Do we snuggle or cuddle any less? You can not point to anything that says I don't love you or that I am depriving you of anything. My thing with Chris has not cost you a thing." "Your thing with Christina?" "I am bi-sexual Rob and I have been since summer camp when I fell in with two girls who were also bi. Chris was my roommate all through college and we recognized the signs in each other immediately. We were lovers all through college and after. It has been almost eleven years now that we have been taking care of each other's bi-sexual urges." "It is still cheating and you know it. The fact that you have lied to me for six years about what you do on Tuesdays and Thursdays, some Saturdays and whenever I'm gone proves that you know what you are doing is wrong." "No it does not. All it proves is that I love too much to let you know because I knew how you would take it and you knowing would most likely would have split us apart." "Of course knowing that you were cheating would split us apart." "Damn it Rob I was not cheating. I didn't tell you what I was doing because of what is going on in your head right now. You are a homophobe Rob and you know it. I can't even begin to count the number of derogatory remarks you have directed at people who are not heterosexual. If I would have told you I was bi-sexual you would have taken it to mean I was queer, a dyke, or whatever else you use as a disparaging remark for people who don't think about sex as you do so I never let you know. I need what I get from Chris that I can't get from you." "So you are saying that I don't satisfy you in the bedroom." "No damn it; that is not what I am saying. I am extremely satisfied with you in bed, but you don't have a pussy I can eat. You do not have breasts that I can play with and suck. You are not a woman Rob and I occasionally need a woman. I need you and I need what I get from Chris. Bi means both Rob. I need a man and that is you and I need a woman and that is Christina. I need you both." There was silence for several seconds and then Maggie said, "What now Rob? Do we call the lawyers and tell them to tear up the paperwork. Do we put this behind us and get on with our marriage?" "I don't know that it would be possible Maggie. You have destroyed my trust. Do I know that Christina is the only one you have cheated on me with? Do I know that there isn't a man you see occasionally? Do I know that you really had nothing to do with Jerry? I only have your word that Christina is the only one, but what is your word worth? You are too good at lying Maggie. You have lied to me for six years without me ever having a clue. But even if you aren't lying you were still cheating. "Paint it anyway you want to Maggie, but to me it is still cheating. A sexual relationship of any kind with someone other than your spouse is cheating. Can I get over it? Maybe if I work at it, but can you? Can you with your bi nature get used to only having one half of what you say you need. Can you give up Christina and be happy with only me?" "I'm not giving up Christina Rob." "Then you have just answered your own question." "What? What question." "You asked if we should call the lawyers and tell them to tear up the paperwork and you just answered the question. The answer is no, we don't call them." "I didn't say that." "Yes you did. When I asked if you could give up Christina and be happy with just me you chose Christina." "Oh come on Rob; be reasonable. I explained it all to you." "You explained from your standpoint and as far as you are concerned it is not a problem, but from my standpoint it is a problem. I will not share my spouse with anyone -- man or woman -- and if my spouse has sexual relations with anyone other than me she is cheating and I will not tolerate it." "You are serious? You are going to throw away what we've had over this? Okay Rob; I will give up Chris. Are you happy now?" "No Maggie, it is too late for that now." "Why? I'm giving you what you want." "Yes and you are doing it reluctantly. You don't want to and as far as you are concerned I am forcing you to do it. You resent it and over time that resentment will build and affect our relationship even more. You still don't believe that you have done anything wrong and if the opportunity ever presents itself that lets you think you can do it and get away with it you will. Our only chance was when I asked if you could be happy with only me you had replied yes, that you couldn't go on without me, or couldn't live without me or something along those lines. What I got was an emphatic "I'm not giving up Christina Rob" and that put the final nail in the coffin. "No Maggie, the only way our marriage could have continued would have been for me to never find out. Unfortunately for us I did. Go enjoy Christina and look for a man who can accept it. Just make sure you let him know before you marry him." +++++++++++++ Maggie never did countersue and the divorce went through. It hurt because I did love Maggie and I probably always will, but it just isn't in my makeup to condone cheating even when she didn't believe she was. I guess there is a price to be paid for having and holding to old fashioned values. Maggie did remarry, but whether she told him of her proclivities before they took their vows I have no way of knowing. I do know that she lived in Jerry and Christina's spare bedroom until she remarried. The breech between my brother and me never healed. The fact that Maggie said he never touched her meant nothing to me because he had known what she was doing and that she was hiding it from me and he covered for her and as far as I was concerned that was just as bad. I was able to reach a point where I could attend family gatherings if he and Christina were there, but I kept my distance from them and we never spoke to each other although Christina kept trying. I finally met a girl I liked enough to date more than once and after six months she started indicating that she wanted to make things permanent. I asked her if she had any secrets that it would be best for me to learn before we got married and she asked "What kind of secrets?" I told her about my marriage to Maggie and she laughed as she said: "I've munched a carpet or two in my time, but I'm not all that into them. I much prefer cocks and I am a firm believer in fidelity." I married Betty and we are getting along just fine. In fact, she is expecting and I'm going to be a daddy in six months. The Truth About Mermaids You've all seen the movies and countless other stories about mermaids. And you you've probably dismissed them as folklore; a sailor's fantasy and nothing more. Forget all that. Mermaids exist. There aren't many, but they're definitely out there. There are a lot of common misconceptions about mermaids (well, merpeople), so before we get much further we need to get a few things clear. First of all, mermaids HATE cold water. I don't know what all those European sailors were thinking, but the only place you'll ever find a mermaid is in the tropics. They love to be warm. They love being in the sun, unless it means they might be seen by humans. They'll often find a small, uninhabited island, and lie nude in the warm sand. Wriggling up onto the shore is no problem for a mermaid, since they are very physically fit. There's no such thing as a fat mermaid, or one that's out of shape. Besides, a mermaid who was slow or unfit would be eaten by a shark... duh. Secondly, merpeople, just like humans, come in all races. The stereotypical blonde mermaid sitting on a rock and singing... it's bullshit. Many are readheaded or brunette. Many would appear to be Latina, Asian, or Black... if in fact they were human. The merpeople don't see themselves in terms of race or color. They're not nearly as fickle, in that sense, as humans are. In fact, many merpeople hate humans for their racism. Still, many humans are admired. Those who are young and beautiful are viewed from afar. Merpeople do not begrudge humans for eating fish... after all, merpeople themselves eat thousands of fish each year. (Hey, like I said, this ain't no movie.) Once in a while, a mermaid will approach a single human in a boat or on a beach... which usually results in one of two things. Either the human will see the mermaid and report it later (of course, nobody ever believes in mermaid sightings), or the human will attempt to begin foreplay or intercourse with the mermaid. Unfortunately, many humans drown each year due to attempted intercourse with merpeople... Little is known about the sexual practices or biology of the merpeople. Merpeople seldom wear any sort of clothing, although virgin mermaids usually wear some sort of breast-covering. These can be clamshells, coconut shells, seaweed, practically anything available. Some have even been seen wearing human braziers and bikini tops, usually those washed into the ocean from nude beaches, or taken from drowning victims. Merpeople live in matriarchal societies, where the women dominate the culture; it is therefore acceptable to refer to merpeople of both sexes collectively as "mermaids." The body of a mermaid does NOT feature a perfect half-and-half seam at the waist. The scales of the fish tail sometimes go all the way up to the nipples of both males and females in the species. In others, the fish scales cease at the hips or belly. (Mermaids do not have belly buttons.) The fish tails come in different colors - often gray or dark green - though some have almost a pinkish hue. The bottom fin of a merperson can extend to a width of five feet in males, six feet in females. A larger fin is considered sexually attractive in both sexes. Mermaids do grow large breasts which give milk constantly from the age of eleven or twelve... mermaid's milk, in seawater, appears clear and tastes sweeter than most other forms of milk. It cannot easily be seen by the naked eye. Only when a mermaid is outside of the ocean can its milk be seen. Under these conditions, the milk appears white in color. It is believed, though it has never been confirmed, that merpeople have sexual organs compatible with fish and humans. Mermen, however, have rather small organs, which actually are concealed within their scaly tails for most of their lives. According to legend, mermen tend only to become aroused two or three times per year, at which point a small shaft reveals itself from the tail in the "crotch" area. The testicles (of which mermen have four) remain inside the tail at all times. The shaft of the penis is scaly and seldom reaches more than four inches in length. Because of the small size of the merman's penis and the relative infrequency of sexual arousal, the female mermaid is by far the more sexual of the species. A female mermaid has two means of reproduction; an egg sac in the back of the tail and a small vagina in the front. Both are well-concealed but accessible if you know what you're doing. Eggs can be released for indirect fertilization (mermaids release eggs about every six weeks). A mermaid's vagina does not menstruate... its egg sac is the part that goes through cycles. The vagina is mainly for live birthing, which is rare among merpeople but not unprecedented. The entrance to the vagina is scaled, but once inside it is warm, smooth, and fleshy. The mermaid vagina has a natural lubricant known as "mergel," which allows the easy penetration of a penis. Mergel also has the unique property of being rich in oxygen... a large dose of mergel, therefore, can keep a human alive underwater for up to 36 hours. Since most mermen have small shafts, mermaid vaginas are small, and always seem tight to humans. No hair grows on a mermaid's vagina, or anywhere else on her body other than eyebrows, eyelashes, and their long manes. When sexually aroused, mermaids often experience temporary enlargement of the breasts (due to rapid production of mermaid's milk). This enlargement is proportionate to the sexual arousal of the mermaid and provides visual evidence of her pleasure. (Mermaids cannot fake orgasms because of this display.) Sometimes the breasts of a mermaid become so large that they actually become floatation devices... mermaids engaged in really good sex can float, tit-first, to the surface of the water! This has led to the use of the mermaid slang phrases "a float," which refers to a really good fuck, and "tit-growing," which refers to a really sexually attractive person (or mer-person). A mermaid might say to a friend, "I wish that tit-grower would float me to the top." Homosexual activity and masturbation are frequent among mermaids, though mermen, again, are sexually dormant for much of the year. (This explains the low mermaid population... only a few hundred are believed to exist!) Most mermaids are bisexual, uninhibited, and willingly particiate in orgies. It is not that unusual to see seven, eight, nine, or ten mermaids all stimulating each other without a merman in sight. Mermaids need sexual stimulation about three or four times as much as a normal human female and there are no social taboos about public orgies. There are, however, taboos about sex with humans. No self-respecting mermaid would ever speak of sex with a human, although it is certainly the ultimate mermaid fantasy. It is simply not discussed. While only a few dozen humans have ever been able to successfully "float" a mermaid, humans are notoriously good at sex. Most mermaids fantasize about a human penis, which is considered large even at just five inches. However, due to the sexual enthusiasm and impatience of a human male, most die from drowning before they are able to mate with a mermaid. Mermaids are also shy by nature and do not approach humans, instead choosing to sun themselves on isolated and uninhabitable stretches of land, often no larger than a sandbar. Merpeople are unable to change into human form. They do not practice magic or witchcraft. They are no more magical than you or me; limited only to what their physiology allows them to do. The typical lifespan of a mermaid is 55 years. Mermen reach puberty at age 14 with their first ejaculation, mermaids reach puberty at age 11 or 12 with either their first egg drop (from their rear egg sac, located just south of the anus), or their first milking. Mermaids milk themselves by stroking their breasts or having some other merperson drink the milk from their nipples. This creates some sexual pleasure but also relieves the mermaid of the pain of a severe milk buildup. Mermaids lactate approximately once per week or whenever sexually aroused; the production of milk has nothing to do with childbirth but young merchildrenn find the milk nutritious. More will follow about the existence of mermaids. Recently discovered documents reveal the first known record of a human having sex with an actual mermaid... there is also an interview with a mermaid and tales of other mermaid sexual acts. We hope you've enjoyed this sneak peek into the lives of mermaids. The Truth About My Daughter and I Ch. 01 While attending college at Ball State, I met a beautiful red haired Irish lass. She was in my Psychology class and we had been put together as "study buddies" by the instructor. We hit it off pretty good that first class and began a relationship that would last for many years. Maggie was her name, was from Ireland and her family had moved to Indiana when she was only 15. She had beautiful waist length red hair, green eyes and a 34-29-36 figure. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen or met for that matter. My parents had moved from Ireland when I was about 12 and we lived on a farm in the country. As we grew to know one another while studying in the library, or under a shade tree or possibly in my dorm room, we also became a lot closer. We had shared our soft kisses, intimate touches and hugs and some light petting during our study times. I can still recall, as if it were yesterday the weekend we gave our virginity to one another. My roommate had gone home for the weekend, so Maggie and I decided to rent some movies, pop popcorn and just enjoy one another. One of the movies that she had rented was "The Lover", and as we settled down to enjoy it, she snuggled close to me on the bed. Although the erotic scenes on screen never actually showed intercourse, the intimacy and movements soon had both of us equally aroused. The lights were down low, as Maggie and I began to snuggle up closer. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight, one of her legs going between mine as we slowly and deeply kissed. Our tongues were wounding around and around each other as I was grinding my erection against her jeans covered mound. I was harder than I ever had been before. As we lay looking at one another, I slowly unbuttoned Maggie's blouse, and opened the clasp on her bra, releasing her beautiful breasts. Her little nipples were pink, hard and so cute. I ran a finger across a nipple and heard her whimper, so I gently placed my lips on it and swirled my tongue around it. She had her hand on my head pulling me toward her breast, so I suckled the nipple, while caressing her other breast. I could hear her breathing quicken as I did this, and slowly moved my hand down her side to cup her ass and pull her to me. As I moved my lips back and forth on her breasts, her hand had moved down to rub my engorged penis. She moved her hand up to unbutton my shirt and we pressed our naked chests against one another for the first time in a very slow, deep kiss. My penis was pushing against her mound, so I lay between her legs, and pushed it against her. She wrapped her legs around mine and pulled me to her. Our kisses were getting hotter and I soon began to kiss my way down her body. As I began to slowly lick and swirl my tongue in her belly button, I unsnapped her jeans and pulled her zipper down. She had been moving her hips in circular motions, and I moved down to kiss her mound through her jeans, she pushed it up to me. I grasped her jeans at the waist and pulled them down her beautiful legs. I slipped her shoes off, then removed her jeans. I pulled her socks off and began to nuzzle and kiss her tiny feet. For some reason I suckled each toe, before beginning to kiss my way up her leg. Her legs were beautifully formed and I was kissing, and licking them, raising one leg to kiss and lick behind her knee, before moving to softly caress and kiss her inner thigh. As I kissed my way across her panty-covered mound, I noticed how damp her panties were. I moved down to kiss and love her other foot as I had with the other. I kissed my way up her legs again, this time when I reached her mound, her panties were soaked! I grasped her butt cheeks, kissing her mound pulling her to my face. I inhaled her sweet aroma. She pushed her pussy to my face. I slipped her panties off and began to admire the beautiful vagina before me. She had very fine red hair covering her mound and the aroma emanating from her was intoxicating. I placed her legs over my shoulders, as I began to slowly lick my way up and down her slit. Maggie's whimpers were music to my ears as my tongue moved in and out of her vagina, tasting and savoring her juices. She began to rotate her hips as I moved up to slowly lick and nibble on her clitoris. I slipped a finger into her as I suckled her clit, moving it in and out of her. I could feel her hymen inside and softly rubbed my fingertip across it. As we got more into it, her juices were flowing out so I began to lick and swallow them. Her whimpers had turned into moans and her hips were moving quicker, her legs pulling my face closer to her. Maggie came suddenly, and she was calling my name out loud as I savored her cum. I continued to lick and suck on her, as she wound down from her orgasm. Soon she was pulling my head up to kiss me deeply, tasting her own arousal. Maggie and I kissed for awhile as her breathing calmed down. My rock hard penis was brushing against her mound. Our kissing was going strong, when Maggie pushed me off of her, and onto my back. She began to kiss her way down my chest, stopping to nibble at my nipples, sucking them to hardness. Maggie kissed her way down my tummy, swirling her tongue in my navel. Her hands were unsnapping my jeans and pulling the zipper down. I raised my hips so Maggie could pull my pants off, and then she pulled my socks off with her teeth. As I had done to her, Maggie began to caress and kiss my feet, working her way up my legs. When she reached my tented underwear, she softly and gently took my covered penis into her mouth sucking the pre-cum from the material. As Maggie removed my underwear, she told me that she had never sucked a penis before but promised me she would be careful. Maggie took my penis in her hand and looked it over from end to end. She would lightly kiss it, even licking the shaft a little. Her tiny hand petted me as one would pet a puppy, before wrapping her hand around it. She moved her hand up and down watching as the skin would cover the head then move back down. She squeezed a little on one upstroke and the pre-cum came out of the hole. She took her finger and moved it around the head of my penis, making it nice and shiny, before licking it from her finger. She looked at me and said, "I love you so much, Richard", then slowly and softly slid my penis into her mouth. I felt her teeth grate across the head and I jumped a little. She apologized and then started down again, swirling her tongue around me as she took it in. She tried to go all the way down, but her gag reflex took over, and she had to pull off to cough a few times. I told her she didn't have to do this, but she put me back into her mouth. She would swirl her tongue around and then suck hard on me. Soon she was sucking on each up stroke and swirl her tongue on the down stroke. One tiny hand was softly massaging my balls while the other had my penis in it. It felt so good and I was almost close to a come, when I pulled her mouth off of me and motioned for her to kiss me. We lay side by side as we kissed and hugged. I rolled us over so that I was on top of her, to lay between her legs. I kissed her deeply as I began to move my penis against her vagina. I raised up a little to position my penis, so that it was rubbing across her clit. We moved and kissed as I heard her breathing quicken. She asked me to raise up a little, taking my penis in her hand and placing the head at the entrance to her vagina. As I pushed my penis into her a little, she placed her legs around my hips, pulling me into her a little more. As my penis pushed into her hymen, I looked into her eyes, asking her if she wanted to continue; she answered by kissing me deeply and pulling me into her with her legs. I felt her hymen stretching as I pushed through, feeling the ring circle my penis as it moved deeper. I looked at my darling and noticed tears from her eyes, but her beautiful smile told me it was ok. I moved a little in, a little out, slowly as she became accustomed to my invading penis. Soon, we were fully connected, pubic hair meshing. I kissed her deeply and began to make love to her. We moved slowly at first, experiencing our first lovemaking. However, as we got into it, our movements were getting faster. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders and began to stroke deeply and strongly into her. I could feel her cervix grasping my penis as I pushed deeply into her. Kissing her deeply, I could hear and feel her moans and whimpers. We made love as if we had been doing it for some time. All to soon though, we both were getting close to a mutual orgasm. I felt her vagina clutching my penis on each stroke and I was getting harder. As Maggie started into her orgasm, I felt my penis head swell, the sperm in my balls beginning to move up my shaft. Maggie screamed my name and pulled me tight against her, as I felt her cervix on my penis, I began to fill it with my sperm. I had never felt myself come so hard and pour so much sperm from my penis. We stayed connected, kissing and hugging, until my penis shrank down and slipped from her cum filled vagina. We snuggled up and went to sleep, but before morning, we had made love twice more. Maggie and I made love many more times while we were in college, eventually moving in with one another. We both graduated with honors and had decided to get married. Maggies parents had moved back to Ireland, so we were married in Ireland and started our life together living in Tennessee. We had built our own log home on some land, and enjoyed many hours making love by a waterfall we had on our property. After we had been married for about 3 and a half years, Maggie gave me the news that she was pregnant! We were both overjoyed with this news, so we made love that evening by the waterfall. We built a special room for our child and made all of the other plans needed. I recall the night my precious Maggie woke me up to take her to the hospital. A few hours later, my beautiful wife gave birth to our daughter, Sarah. Sarah had her mom's beautiful red hair and green eyes. You couldn't have found a more proud father than me. Life for us was fantastic! Sarah was our only child and was growing like a weed. Her copper colored hair was beautiful and she had such sparkly eyes. Many times when she needed a hug, she would come to me, crawl up in my lap and snuggle close. When a storm was raging, the rain hitting our metal roof hard, she would crawl into bed with Maggie and me. You don't know what it's like to wake up to see two sparkling green eye staring at you. Maggie and I had always slept nude, so as Sarah was growing, she had been used to seeing us nude. We taught her that the human body was beautiful and nothing to be ashamed of. We never made love when Sarah was around, but I am sure she had heard us at times. When Sarah was nine years old, I came home from work to find two Tennessee State Troopers in my driveway. Sarah was at a friend's house. As I got out of my truck the officers walked up to me, asking if my wife's name was Maggie. From the look on their faces, I could sense something was wrong. They suggested that we go inside the house and I got us some ice water to drink. They explained that a drunk driver had crossed the center line and hit Maggie's car head on. From what the medical authorities could see at the accident site, Maggie was killed instantly, and shouldn't have suffered too much. I was devastated to say the least and collapsed into my recliner, burying my face in my hands and crying. After a short while, I got up, shook their hands and thanked them for coming to tell me of this. I called Sarah's friend's house and told the girl's mother that I needed to come get Sarah. When I got there, I told the lady what had happened and went out to get Sarah. She could tell something wrong by my facial expression and asked me. I took her hand and led her to my truck. I tried very hard not to cry on the way home, and Sarah scooted closer to me asking what was wrong. We got home, and we walked to a flower garden that was Maggie's favorite, sat on a little bench. I put my arm around Sarah, and with choking tears, told her what had happened to her mother. I held Sarah for a very long time as we both cried and cried. We went into our house and just sat together on the couch. I put Sarah to bed and went into our bedroom to try to sleep. It wasn't long though before Sarah crawled into our bed and snuggled up to me. We both cried ourselves to sleep. The next morning, I left Sarah at her friend's house, so I could go to the hospital morgue and identify Maggie's body. When the attendant removed the sheet, I recognized my darling wife, even through all the facial injuries and other damage. I broke down crying and trying to hug her, even as the attendant was attempting to restrain me. I left the morgue, driving to the funeral home to make the arrangements. From there, I called Maggie's parents in Ireland giving them the horrible news. The next couple of days were hectic, straining to say the least. I had picked out a rose colored coffin and Sarah had picked out the clothes for her mother. We had a closed coffin service at our church, and buried Maggie on a hill on our property overlooking the waterfall we loved so much together. Maggie's parents stayed a day or two, to see if Sarah and I were going to be ok, and then left for their home. I promised them that Sarah and I would come for a visit on my next vacation. After a few days of mourning, Sarah and I were beginning to get back into our daily routines, except that I had decided to run my business from home, so I could be there for her more. When I would watch television at night, Sarah would always crawl up on my lap to snuggle. Bedtime, I would still sleep in the nude and I would wake up to find Sarah in my bed. We went to Ireland that summer to visit her grandparents and they almost insisted that we move there permanently. I was very adamant on that idea, as I wanted to be home where Maggie was buried. The next few years seem to fly by, and I watched my Sarah grow into a beautiful young woman of 18. Many a night Sarah would still crawl up in my lap to be hugged, wearing a t shirt and panties, or I would find her in my bed of a morning. I also had noticed that she had started filling out a little, and noticing her nipples under her tight t shirts. Sometimes we would cuddle a little before going to sleep, and I would have to roll over to keep her from seeing my erections. But, as things would go in life, she actually saw one of my erections and I had some explaining to do. To be continued... The Truth About My Father I was raised in a very strict, Christian home. We didn't have church building, we had " fellowship meetings" in other church members homes, and "gospel meetings" in rented halls, or school gyms. We actually had the Wednesday night bible study at our house. I didn't really date much, just a couple of times with girls from our church, and at at the age of eighteen was still a virgin. I was the youngest of three children, and my sister and brother had already moved out by this time. I had lived a pretty boring life, but all that was about to change. I awoke on this Saturday, and went to take a shower. I got out, and dried off, and noticed I had not brought any underwear with me. My room was downstairs, across from the bathroom, and I figured my mom was upstairs so I hung my towel up and started for my room, buck naked. As I exited the bathroom, I heard a gasp. My mom, with a laundry basket in her hands, was coming out of the laundry room. "I always knew you were his son!" she exclaimed. " What?!" I asked stunned, forgetting for the moment I was naked. She pointed at my cock, and said," You sure didn't get that from Larry!" She smiled and giggled. Perhaps I should stop and explain. I have a big dick. A very big dick. A fraction over ten inches to be exact, and nice and thick. I stood frozen in time, trying to grasp what she had said. She kept her eyes locked on my cock. "Larry is not your father, William." she said matter of factly. I burst in to my room, and shut the door. My mom followed me in, and sat on my bed. "You're old enough to know the truth, honey, but you have to promise me you won't tell a soul. Nobody knows, not even your fath...I mean Larry." I pulled some underwear on, and went to the closet to get some jeans. "Sit down," she said, patting the bed. I sat down beside her after putting my clothes on, and she told me the truth about my father. " Larry and I had been married for seven years, we had your brother and sister, and things were not going well between us. I was feeling fat and ugly, and Larry and I had not slept together for almpost a month when I stumbled upon Craig." She was smiling, and had a far away look in her eyes. "He was in college, and rented the house next door to us and he was really good looking!" Her eyes lit up, "On day he knocked on the door, and I wasn't dressed yet. I quickly put a turtle neck and jeans skirt on, and answered the door. He asked to use the phone, their's had been disconnected, and I let him in. He kept staring at my breasts, and then made a comment about my nipples, because I wasn't wearing a bra. The next thing I knew he was kissing me, and then we made love." I was shocked speechless. My mom was the most prudish, unsexual person I had ever seen. She was proper and polite, and the most profane thing I ever heard her say was "gosh darn it". "He did things to me that Larry couldn't dream of!" she said. "I had more climaxes that afternoon than I have before or since!" She stood up, and moved in front of me. "I knew when you were born that you were Craig's son, not Larry's!" She knelt down in front of me. I tried to move away, but she grabbbed my knees. "Come on Billy, can you help mommy have a climax?" She said, and began to unbutton my jeans. I was paralized, and couldn't stop her. She unzipped me and took me cock out. She began stroking it. "Come on Billy, get nice and hard for mommy!" She said as she jacked me off. I groaned. She took me into her mouth and sucked my cock. "Doesn't that feel good?" She asked. "Oh yes!" I said. I had never been sucked, and it felt better than I imagined. As she sucked, my cock got bigger and harder, until it was a full proud, ten inches. "My goodness, Billy, it's bigger than Craigs!" She said, and started to rapidly bob her head up and down and suck, and she jacked me off with both hands. About thirty seconds later, I came hard in her mouth. She gagged on my cum, and most of it ended up on her face, in her hair, and on her dress. "Look at the mess you made!" She scolded, and stood up and took her dress off. She peeled her panties off, and unhooked her bra and her big, floppy titties sagged with freedom. "Well, what do you think?" she asked, and held her hands out and spun around to give me a good look. The first thing that struck me was how hary her pussy was. She had a big, black, tangled triangle, and a little trail up to her belly button, whick was encircled by hair. Her big saggy tits had big, dark nipples, and her belly was criss crossed with stretch marks, but I said," You look great, mom!" She smiled, and turned around and bent over. She placed one hand on each ample butt cheek and spread her ass and pussy open. " I bet you want to put it in here, don't you?" she asked as she inserted the middle finger of her left hand in to her pussy. "Yes, I do!" I said. She told me to lie on my back, and climbed on top. My cock, which had softened up a bit, got hard real quick. She grabbed my dick, and aimed it up her hairy hole, and slid her pussy down my pole. It felt tight, but it slid right in. She leaned back a little, and began pumping. She went slow at first, not so much bouncing up and down, but moving her hips and gliding. she moaned and grunted, and started moving faster. I came inside her, and felt my cum dripping down my balls and asscrack. She began moving faster, and I timed my thrusts to meet hers. She leaned forward, and grabbed my shoulders for support. "Oh yes Billy!" she was moaning and screaming and her fingernails dug into my skin. "OH, OH AHHHH!!" she shuddered, and I felt her pussy walls squeeze and release as she climaxed. She laid on top of me for a while after she came trying to catch her breath. "Oh, Billy, thank you, I needed that!" she said, and kissed me long and deep. I tasted my cum in her mouth, and kissed her back. She got up, gathered her clothes, and said "I guess we beeter get cleaned up before Larry gets back from golfing!" As she walked out of my room, I watched her ass jiggle with each step. I looked down at my cum soaked sheets and began planning our next rendezvous. The Truth About Natalie Natalie was pissed off and that was putting it mildly. The whole weekend had been ruined as far as she was concerned. The atmosphere in the car was icy, as neither her nor her husband Jeff had spoken for an hour during the trip home from what was to have been a romantic, sexy weekend. It had started out fine; she had been looking forward to getting away to the resort for weeks and had really been in the mood for romance and hot sex with Jeff. In fact if she was truthful, she had been feeling quite slutty and had gotten an unexpected buzz from that. She had decided that she would give Jeff some of his long held fantasies this weekend. She had shaven her pussy for the first time ever on the day of the trip and had even gone to dinner on the first night without bra or panties. Jeff had been beside himself when he found out and they had fucked like teenagers when they got back to their room. The weekend had been so successful she had even decided to do the outrageous and flash some truckers on the way home. She had even dressed for it this morning wearing only a light cotton dress that buttoned all the way up the front. It was white and displayed her figure beautifully. She smiled when she recalled the doormen's bulging eyes as they left the hotel. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra and if she hadn't been shaven you might have even seen the dark triangle of pubic hair through the flimsy material. Then Jeff had ruined everything. Fifteen minutes into the drive and he had to go and bring up the old chestnut. He had thanked her for a great weekend and then had said the only thing missing was seeing her with another man. His ultimate fantasy! She had blown her top, they had argued about this many times over the years. It was something she just couldn't understand. It was not right, how could he want to watch her have sex with another man, or two, as he had once said. She had yelled at him "What is it you want, do you want your wife to be a slut?" Later that morning after they had travelled some distance, she realised that part of her anger had come from her the fact that she had actually felt a little tingle of arousal forming deep within herself as a picture of the scenario he had tried to paint flashed through her head. That had never happened during previous arguments they'd had and she rationalised that it must be connected to the fact that she was siting in the car clad only in this flimsy dress and had been fully prepared to expose her body to complete strangers. Jeff hadn't known this of course, it was to have been a surprise, the icing on the cake. She felt herself relax slightly as her mind drifted to the events she had planned. She had been going to wait until they were onto the highway and feign sleep and position herself facing away from Jeff towards the window. She was then going to surreptitiously undo the buttons and wait until she observed a truck ahead before pretending to wake and stretch her arms and body as she did so, allowing her dress to fall open exposing her naked body as they passed the truck. If all went well doing that she had planned to maybe remove the dress and travel naked for the rest of the trip. She shuddered as a new wave of arousal passed through her body. Jeff asked if she was OK with a degree of concern in his voice. She said she was fine as she realised he probably thought she was still really upset. Honey, he said, I'm really sorry, I was way out of line back there and after you being so fantastic and hot all weekend I had to ruin it. I promise that I'll never mention the subject again. He really sounded down and so sincere that she felt a little guilty about how angry she'd been. I'm sorry for being so mad as well; it's just that I really can't understand how a man could watch another man taking his wife. I'm not sure I understand it either he replied but I know it's a big thing with a lot of guys. I mean who would it be? She asked, your best friend, the next door neighbour or a total stranger? How could you look your best friend in the eye knowing he fucked your wife? She asked. Wouldn't you be totally jealous at seeing me with someone else? To be honest I don't know how I'd handle it because it has only ever been a fantasy. I guess it would have to be a stranger because I probably couldn't handle it being a friend. Sure there'd be some jealousy but I get so turned on with the idea of seeing you totally pleasured by another guy that I think I could handle it. I don't know where it comes from but it's just so strong a desire. Don't you think it's such a slutty thing for a woman to do, I mean you once said two men, surely that would be so slutty? I suppose it is, maybe that's what its all about, seeing my beautiful wife throw away her morals and just be seeking and giving total sexual pleasure. Wouldn't it be humiliating watching other men give your wife so much pleasure? Jeff thought for a moment and then replied 'I don't understand the psychology of it all but I'm sure that's part of it to some degree'. How do you see it happening? She asked. He looked at her questioningly. Are you sure you want me to say this, I thought we would not talk about it again? She wouldn't admit it, but she had become tremendously aroused sharing Jeff's fantasy in detail. I'm just trying to understand it that's all. She replied. Well there are many variations of similar themes but basically it revolves around you getting chatted up by a couple of hunky guys in a bar who let you know very clearly what their intentions are. You get all hot and bothered from their attention and part of you wants to but after all you are married and you try to resist. You tell them you are married and you point me out, they laugh and tell you that you know you want it bad and that hubby can come and watch and have you when they're finished. You look at me for guidance and reassurance, but I know what's going on and I just smile. The men know that you are theirs to do with what they will. They take you to our room and I follow. They ignore me and remove your clothes and start to suck your tits and fondle your body driving you crazy with lust. Natalie squirmed in her seat as Jeff described his fantasy. She was stunned at how aroused she had become and was on the verge of an orgasm. She could feel the wetness forming between he legs and she was desperate to touch her swollen, bald pussy, which would take her over the edge. The fact that she was naked beneath her dress only made things worse as she knew it was just there, waiting, begging for her to touch. It would be so easy yet she couldn't with Jeff right next to her. He would know that she was turned on by his fantasy and she couldn't admit that after the scene she'd made earlier. Are you OK? Said Jeff; do you want me to go on? He asked for the second time snapping her out of her slightly dazed state. N..no, I get the picture, she stammered although she would have loved him to continue. She heard him sigh and sensed his disappointment as he figured that she was not interested. Feeling guilty Natalie said OK tell me the rest if you want. You sure he replied. Yes go on. She used the exchange of conversation as an opportunity to adjust her position in the seat and moved so that she was slightly slouched and facing away from Jeff, hoping to hide her arousal from him. The movement caused the material of the dress to brush her tingling nipples and throbbing pussy causing a fresh wave of arousal to race through her body. She picked up the cushion she used as pillow when they travelled and placed it against the window saying she was going to rest but she would listen as he talked. Jeff continued... I am siting watching and for the first time I see my beautiful wife naked and exposed in front of two strangers. I see them staring at her sweet shaved pussy and lovely rose tipped breasts, the lust blazing in their eyes. She looks at me for comfort but I am focussed on the men and what they intend to do with her. I sense her helplessness, her vulnerability but it is only the lust that matters it is overpowering all other feelings. Common sense, morality, guilt they are all gone replaced by this driving force. My cock is rock hard as I watch the first man pull her to him and push her to her knees, her face level with his throbbing cock. She knows what he wants but hesitates momentarily and then her hand wraps around the powerful cock and draws its large purple head into her pretty mouth. She is licking and sucking expertly and the man's moans increase her own desire as she gains satisfaction from the pleasure she is giving him. The other man moves behind and starts to caress her firm ass with one hand and gently squeezes her breast with other........... Natalie was now on tenterhooks. She could not remember the last time she had been this hot. The level of arousal was bordering on agony. She was desperate for release. Almost involuntarily her hand went to her breast. She slipped a button and then one more allowing her hand to slide under her dress and onto her breast. She bit her lip to suppress the moan as her hand caressed the warm soft flesh and came in contact with her nipple. ....... The hand on her butt slid down between her cheeks and under to find her now boiling pussy. She shudders as his hand makes contact with the smooth shaven lips and slides up to find her clit. Now she is rotating her ass in response to the stimulation and increased her activity on the cock in her mouth, which is now sliding, down her throat. .... Natalie's other hand slipped two more buttons at her waist allowing her hand to slide in to touch her aching cunt. Her touch is almost like an electric shock as she comes in contact with her protruding clit. Vaguely she realises that she only has two buttons left holding her dress together and that surely if Jeff now looks at her he will realise what she is doing but she past caring. She now wants to be fucked and fucked hard. She is about to tell Jeff to pull over at the next lay-by when she realises that Jeff has stopped talking momentarily. His focus was on overtaking the large truck in front off them, which is why he probably hadn't noticed what she had been doing. Natalie's next action was almost automatic; the sight of the truck, her arousal just triggered her actions. She quickly undid the remaining buttons and holding the dress together straightened in her seat. She flipped the seat lever tilting herself back to a leaning position. Jeff still concentrating started to overtake. Is it clear ahead she asked? Yeah said Jeff I can see for miles. As they drew alongside Natalie's eyes searched for the cab and the driver. Suddenly there he was! Their eyes locked and he smiled as he looked down. She smiled back and slipped the dress open displaying her beautiful naked body to the grizzly driver. His eyes bulged but without missing a beat increased the speed of his truck ensuring he stayed level with the overtaking car. "Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Jeff as he realised what was happening. Involuntarily he backed off the accelerator as he stammered w what are you doing honey. Natalie looked at him and smiled, this is for you darling so if it's still clear ahead and you want to you can pull alongside for a while. Jeff was lost for words, wwhat, why, hhow. He knew what she meant, what she was doing, but he didn't understand. She was against all this kind of thing but here she was, his beautiful wife naked beside him and offering, no willing to flash a trucker. Another of his long held fantasies. You better be quick honey she smiled or you'll have to pull back over. Suddenly he regained his composure, checked the road ahead and eased the car back up along side the truck. Fortunately they were on a long straight section of relatively quiet highway. As they drew level with the prime mover Natalie shrugged her arms out of the dress and wriggled it from under her butt. She threw it in the back and lay back waiting to see the driver. As they drew alongside he tooted the air horn in acknowledgement. She smiled up at him as he leered down at her naked body. She shuddered with excitement as the effect of what she was doing hit her, displaying her body like this to a stranger. She cupped her breasts and writhed with pleasure as she put on her show for the driver. She could see the delight on his face as she caressed herself. One hand slid to her pussy and her finger slid up and down her very wet slit. Oh my god groaned Jeff as he watched his wife. She now only had one goal and that was to cum and cum bad. Her fingers slid into her pussy rapidly and her thumb flicked her clit. It only took seconds and she was moaning and screaming through a massive orgasm. Jeff shot his load into his pants as his wife put on the most amazing display he had ever seen. Natalie dreamily blew the driver a kiss as he tooted the horn again. Oh my god she suddenly gasped. What's he doing shouted Jeff? He's holding up a sign. What does it say said Jeff? HE wants us to pull over, can you believe that she giggled. I'll bet he does grinned Jeff; he wants a piece of that fine pussy. Suddenly there was a bang and the car slewed violently. Shit exclaimed Jeff we've blown a tyre. Jeff slowed the car quickly as he fought to keep it under control. They had almost stopped when the car slid of the road and into the soft sand at the roadside bringing them to a rapid stop. You Ok said Jeff as they sat there, regaining their composure from the shock of what happened. Natalie started to giggle and Jeff just grinned. I was going to tell you to stop in a while but you didn't have to do it like that she giggled. Why? he smiled. Because I need your cock that's why, she grinned reaching for his cock. She ripped open his pants and was disappointed to find his soft cock covered in his come from the load he had shot. Sorry baby, he said but you were just so hot I couldn't help myself. I'll soon get you hard again as she raised herself onto her knees and buried her head in his lap taking the soft cock into her mouth. Jeff groaned as she licked the cum off his cock, which was already showing the first signs of life. Man that is sure some hot piece of pussy you've got there, mister. Natalie squealed and Jeff's head spun to the passenger window. It was the trucker. They had both completely forgotten about him as the truck had shot ahead when they blew the tyre. The trucker laughed and said I was coming to check if you were Ok but I can see you both fine. Natalie scrambled against Jeff trying to cover her nakedness as best she could. He laughed again and said I would worry about that darlin' I've already seen all you charms. Why don't you just finish what you were doin' and then I'll' help you get your car out of the sand. Don't mind me I'll just sit here and watch. Natalie stared at him stunned by his words, but not angry, after she couldn't be could she not after the way she had teased him. Another time she would have been angry at his crudeness. She realised her pussy was still on fire and she wanted to suck her husbands cock and fuck him and the thought of this grizzly trucker watching excited her. She wriggled back to her knees and took Jeff's cock in her mouth knowing full well her raised ass presented a perfect view of her most intimate parts to the trucker looking in the window. Damn that sure is purty, grunted the trucker who now had his cock out, stroking it. Natalie was now like a woman possessed she sucked Jeff's cock for all she was worth. She was losing control and was now in a total frenzy of lust. Jeff's eyes rolled back in his head as his cock was now rock hard and sliding down his wife's throat. He glanced at the trucker who said mind if I just have a little feel of this little pussy folks. He didn't wait for an answer and his gnarly hand snaked out to caress Natalie's ass. Getting no objection he slid a finger into her boiling cunt. She moaned and writhed, pushing back to meet the thrusting finger. She was now completely obsessed with getting off and lost in a whirl of lust and sex. It was all too much for Jeff who moaned I'm coming to warn his wife who had never let him cum in her mouth before. She didn't let up though and kept sucking as he let fly in her mouth. She now focused on the finger in her cunt and thrust back for more. This encouraged the trucker and he decided he wanted a little more and withdrew his hand so he could open the door. Nooo she moaned put it back give it to me. He stepped up and placed his hard 7" cock at the entrance to her dripping cunt. He leered at Jeff, and seeing no resistance thrust his cock into Natalie's hot cunt. She screamed with shock & pleasure saying Jeff Jeff he is fucking me. Do you want me to make him stop honey? Replied Jeff with a grin. The driver was now pumping his cock into her and she shuddered as the most powerful orgasm she had ever had ripped through her. Noooo she moaned. Oh god... oh god, fuck me, fuck me... harder. Another orgasm hit her as she felt the trucker tense and blast his load into her scorching hot pussy. Natalie was still in a frenzy and wanted more cock however neither of the men was able to help her as both were now flaccid. She feverishly took Jeff's cock back into her mouth trying to get him hard again but it was no use, he had cum twice in a short period and was not going to get hard again for a while yet. Suddenly there was another voice 'Looks like you could use a hand Jake.' It was another trucker, in fact two. They had both been travelling behind Jake, the first trucker, and had heard him describing Natalie's earlier performance on the highway on his CB. When they saw the car and Jake's truck they stopped to check it out. Jake grinned and said 'man she is hot she wants more cock, a lot more, don't you little darlin'? Natalie new this was all wrong but she was no longer in control of herself. All she wanted...needed was to be pleasured. Fuck me, please fuck me, she pleaded. Joe, the second trucker said This is all a bit crowded and public, there is a truck parking bay a mile up the road, why don't we all move up to there? as he looked into the car at Jeff. Jeff just shrugged in acknowledgement and said is that OK with you honey? I don't care where we go just as long as someone fucks me. Joe, who now had his fat cock out, pulled Natalie out of the car and said why don't you come for a ride in my truck with me and Billie, who was his son, while these two get your car out of the sand seeing as they ain't much use to you right now, and then they can join us at the truck park. Natalie just grabbed at his cock as she picked her up and carried her back to his rig. Twenty minutes later Jeff pulled into the truck park and found there were several trucks there. He parked and climbed up into the large cab which had a huge sleeper section. There were four men in the truck all naked and around his wife who was on her knees on the huge double bed. Billie's cock was buried in her pussy and a man Jeff did not know was thrusting his cock into her mouth. He sat there and watched as his dream was being played out in front of him, his beautiful wife being totally pleasured by not just one but four other men. Joe was playing with her tits and his soft slimy cock indicated to Jeff that it had already been inside his wife. The guy with his cock in her mouth suddenly pulled it out and grunted as he came, spurting it over her face and tits. Billie increased his speed as he too was preparing to cum. Natalie moaned at the vigorous cock hit her spot and she came again as Billie emptied his young balls into her. As Billie pulled out the fourth guy moved behind her. Cum was running out of her stretched cunt so he used it to lubricate his cock and then slowly began to work it into her virgin ass. Natalie screamed at the invasion but still pushed back to meet him. Soon he was buried in her ass and was fucking her hard. Jeff continued to sit and there was a twang in his heart as he saw the cock slide into his wife's ass. A moment of mixed emotion passed over him. Jealousy, guilt, shame, anger but over it all was the undeniable fact that his cock was now rock hard again.